All language subtitles for T.J Hooker s05e12 Shootout

Officer. Hold it!

I know what it's like to watch a guy die
like that.

See, Jim?

I need to talk with your husband.
They're going to kill him, I know.

shot to death isn't part of the routine.

And you'll do what you have to do.

Stacey, it's over. No, they like killing
people too much. And they're going to

keep on doing it until they're stopped.

Get your hands up.

Drop the gun!

Thank you.

you see him no maybe he's inside the
church why don't you go look you're

for it

4X3 -30 to 4X3 -16.

Nothing out here. Any luck?

Negative. Keep your eyes open.

That pimp knows there's a warrant out
for him.

And Advice says he's usually armed. Be
careful.

Think Advice could spare these wheels
for the weekend?

We'll call it a special assignment.

Why, Jim, the white rolls?

It's just not you.

This is a real waste of time.

I'll bet ten minutes after he beat up
the girl he's going to flight to San

Francisco. I don't think so. If he
leaves town, then all the other players

going to be grabbing off his girls.

Yeah, he comes back in six weeks, no
money, no flash, no girls.

You're right. Let's give it another half
hour.

All units in the vicinity, we have a
silent alarm from the Great West Pacific

Bank at 13145 Avalon, code 2.

4 out of 9, the central's responding.

That's close. Let's roll on it.

Officer.

Get back.

Get back.

It'll be all right.

Can't get to the car. What are we going
to do?

Behind there.

We've got to get that other cop before
they get an officer in here.

Take it easy, Sam. Take it easy.

Yeah, you got it.

That barn has been hit bad.

And they've got a hostage.

Hostage, don't shoot.

Now what?

They were going to get out of here. Shut
up.

Levering, come with me.

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Where do you park your car, honey? Over
there. Show us, baby. There.

Ambulance is on the way.

Where are the keys to the car? What? The
keys.

On the standby, sir.

Get in.

Glenn, don't let go!

Pin him down till I get this car
started.

Stay with him.

4X rate 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've taken a female hostage. Roger, X

rate 30. All units, be on the lookout.

all right help is on the way all you
gotta do is hang on okay okay

that woman she had a 357 magnum

she'd like to use it

You're so pretty.

I love you.

I love

you

2 ,700.

Oh, everybody.

putting their money in IRAs. It's
nothing.

And shooting that cop is going to bring
heavy trouble.

So let them sue me. I'm not worried,
baby.

What are we going to do now?

If you're scared, you can crawl in a
hole somewhere and pull it in after you.

All right, take it easy, Lorat.

But 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, that's Georgie's department.

Hey, you want to let her go, Georgie?

Oh, I don't think so.

This is going to take a while.

You all right?

I will be.

The partner said he just transferred in
Friday.

We're waiting on him.

Yeah. He had two kids, a boy and a girl.

Who's going to tell him?

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 this street pro
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 a
change.

I'll handle things here.

Sure.

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... Oh, good,

because 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.

And 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?

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.

Recognize anybody?

That's the woman.

What about the rest?

It's them, all right.

Did you ever see them in the bank
before?

Is there anything you need? There's a
drugstore in the corner. It's better

the hospital. No, thanks.

Mrs. McCormick, did anything else happen
to you when they had you?

Before you were shot?

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
backseat of the car.

Were you blindfolded when it happened?

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,
miss?

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. 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.

Carolyn Roses.

Nurse Bloom is always a problem.

Can I help you? It could be.

Are you Mrs. Stanford Elliott?

Why, yes, I am.

Actually, I need to talk with your
husband.

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.

Me and some friends want to meet him.

Inside, honey.

And do it now.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Elliott?

What's going on? There's a man out
front. He's tall and he's heavyset. Is

the writing desk that you wanted to see?

No.

It was at my house this morning.

It's a black woman who told me that she
had... She killed that officer at Great

Western Pacific Bank. Oh, my God.

She said she had a gun at my wife's
back.

I had to keep silent, come home and see
for myself.

And if I didn't, my wife was a dead
woman. What'd 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 back.

Why don't I slip over one of them? No,
no.

Don't do anything.

Please.

If I don't go out of here with $100
,000, they're going to kill Mary.

They mean it.

She was telling me about the interview
with that young teller, Joanne

She did a hell of a job on that.

Joanne wasn't going to 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'd she stop at?

That all -night joint on 7. 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 onto 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 going to
have to let go.

And when she does, one of us had better
be there to catch her.

It's taking too long.

Hope your husband didn't turn stupid and
try something.

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 things.

You've never been like that, have you?

I really feel sorry for you.

It's them.

Not a cop in sight.

Get in there.

Mary. Mary.

You all right? Yes, I'm fine. How are
you?

I know.

I know. I know. You're driving us in
your car. No, he's done everything you

want. It's all right. It's all right.

No.

I can tie her up and gag her. No, she
knows too much. Do

it.

Get inside.

I'm just going to be glad I took a
liking to you. Now get inside.

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.

4M30, roger.

4M16, we're rolling back up to 30.

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. Elliott. The entire
force is on the alert.

We'll find him.

Anything unusual about these people?

The accent, the things they did or said?
I don't think so.

It was all so unexpected.

So frightening.

Have either of the men ever, well...

Make a pass at you?

No.

Of course, the two men were here only 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 ball game
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.

Yeah, like the rest of the world.

Mrs. Elliott.

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.

He's dead, isn't he?

I'm sorry, yes.

Some interesting stuff out of Las Vegas.

They've seen our teletype on the bank
run.

And they ran the whole package through
Nevada C .I .I. They came up with a

match. Carson City bank robbery two
months ago.

Same M .O.

They picked up a young bank cashier,
dropped him off later, dead. One of them

raped a hostage.

Did you get an I .D. on him?

That's the good part.

They picked up a young guy catching a
flight back 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 the lineup, so
they had to kick him free.

He's known to associate with a man by
the name of John Fenner.

Can we get Collins' picture?

I paid Joanne McCormick a visit 30
minutes ago. She identified Collins as

man who raped her.

Las Vegas, here we come. You cut me in,
Hooker. I'm gonna go pack.

Talk about hyper.

You gonna take her?

I think so.

You sit on things here, Jim.

Stacy's making all the right moves on
the surface, but her 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 and sooner later.

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.
A little?

Or a lot? Come on, Stacey, this is a
good one.

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.

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.

The next step is Las Vegas.

Last time I was here, I went on a 30
-buck winter. Do you believe that?

You say so.

Maybe Rolex and finding partners.

Might have always been ugly and bloody
and drawing whispers.

Think of me in the same way. I'm just
one of the guys.

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

Inn for three weeks, number 212.

But he hasn't been there much.

Among its visitors, it's been a very
attractive black woman. ID is Lorette

Blake. A former dealer at one of the
casinos.

You got it. That sounds like our woman.
Sounds like our guy, too. Okay, well, I

got a backup unit already rolling, so
let's move.

Let's go.

Records show that Collins hangs out with
a man named John Fenner. Do you know

him, Ben?

Fenner's a one -time flyboy gone sour.

He resigned to move 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

He's a good man gone bad.

Well, we've all got our own little
problem.

Look, Hooker.

You people made this case.

The 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.

Stace 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 to 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. Smart.

And that would guarantee a shootout.

This way we've got the element of
surprise working for us.

It's your show.

How are you going in?

Right after my foot.

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.

Stacey, 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.

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've had the sum total of all the
information we have from the two local

and the one in Carson City into Patrick
here.

And in Patrick's informed opinion, there
are nine prime possible locations they

may go for.

Six are downtown and three are in the
western section. Why are we so sure,

Fenner?

Patrick's first choice.

That's a smart cop, isn't it?

We'll be using these new wireless
robots.

Microphone.

Earpiece.

Powered by silver oxide cells.

What's the range?

We can talk to each other from about
three blocks away.

Sounds great in theory.

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.

Lorette'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

the officers with Fenner from your
position over by the teller's desk.

Any questions?

How do we get out of this chicken
outfit?

Find anything interesting?

Well, so far, just a pretty blonde with
a slight southern accent.

That's a West Texas accent.

Even better, like deep in the heart.

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 put it out?

I thought maybe you'd been thinking
about it already.

There'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.

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 fun, something you

really want to do.

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.

The passionate, free -spending,
affectionate man of the world.

I'm going to have to check my schedule,
Hooker.

I don't know how soon I'll be available.

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. Fifty cops
sitting on their cab.

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, Fenner 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.

I'm Stacy Sheridan. Are you new here?

No, no, I'm Anne St. Clair. Hi. I just
had a couple days off, but the manager

filled me in.

Are you really part of the date out?

Yes, but there's nothing for you to
worry about.

If the 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? It's like just a couple 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 going to show it to
the manager because nothing that she

me checked out.

Names, address, they were all phony.

But this is her and this is the girl.

Excuse me.

Hook, are you copy?

Roger.

Lorette. 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, Ann.

And stop looking at the door.

How far behind are they? Relax.

Look at the

control.

They've just entered the bank. Two
suspects.

Proceed with plan.

Booker distracts you.

Wait. Do not enter bank.

They 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 and Carter, give them the money.

We'll take them outside.

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 I'm going to
blow holes in you. Get your hands up,

now. Everybody, you over there. Get out
of the corner now.

Did you hear me over there? Get your
hands up now!

What's the matter over here? Get your
hands up!

Cool it.

Cool it.

Let them take the money and leave.

Remember me, honey?

No, I... Oh, yeah, you remember me. I
did a whole number on you.

We're going to clean this place up. And
when we do, that means that I have a lot

of money to spend.

I'm going to 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?

It's just routine. The references in it
didn't check out. We have to report

things like that to the manager.

Little Miss Kool 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.

an ambulance right away.

Well, I just wanted to slow down your
chasing girls.

Maybe the best things I've had all day.

Does this mean I'm going to have to
bring you candy and magazines?

Listen to your complaints about the
nurses.

Yeah, I've never complained about nurses
yet.

Now that we know I'm going to live, how
about you?

Are you okay?

Sure. The cops.

We do what we have to.

Right, Tucker?

That's right.

We do what we have to.

I'm really sorry to leave you with all
the paperwork.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Hey, Jim.

We'll check 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

that.

You thought it was going to be your turn
to be hit next. I knew.

Baker died, Mr. Elliott 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.