All language subtitles for t.j_hooker_s05e18_into_the_night

Let the girl go and you're clean.
Something big is going down around it.

talking mob hits?

Bet on it. Oh, no. No, no, don't do it.
The security guard's son?

What about him? The guys who pulled the
heist. They think the son saw them.

Steven! What's the Fed's interest in
this? Girl's heist. Before the sheet can

pulled up, you guys are crawling under
the woodwork. We tell you to disappear,

you disappear.

One lukewarm chili dog.

One coffee black.

One toothbrush.

And one bottle of stomach antacid.
That's what I need. Looks like you're

a real swing and eating hooker.

Anything yet?

None.

He's got a room down the street.

His car is parked around the corner in
the garage.

And when he comes out of that joint, I'm
going to tell him and see if he takes

me anyplace exciting.

What the hell are you doing staked out
on your day off anyway?

Well, if I'm not here, where else will I
be?

Look at you.

Pairing up your stomach, eating junk.

Working nights when you don't even have
to.

You're a mess, you know that? What's
wrong with nights? I like nights.

This guy you're waiting on, is he a
hitman?

Imported from Detroit to dust somebody
and torn him into one of my stitches.

Who's the contract out on? Something to
do with the big heist.

I don't know who's being hit.

I don't know what's being heisted, but I
don't like my streets being dirty.

Yeah, tell me something new, huh?

Well, I'm due back on Tuesday.

You got the best legs in the forest,
kid.

Why don't you get out of vice and into
something safe?

Think about getting married sometimes,
having babies, even having them with

Babies?

I'm pretty good at babies.

One out of two is not bad.

You know, you make the job your wife,
Hooker, someday you're going to wake up

and discover you married a whore.

I'll take it under advisement.

You wouldn't force an alcoholic to take
a drink.

Yeah, well, I just think you're a real
reclamation project, Hooker, and I'm the

lady who's on the case.

And I'll blow you away.

Hey! Hey, you down there! Hop!

You back off, you hear?

Put the gun down.

Before you have real trouble on your
hands.

You're not going to fire.

This pretty little girl's going to be
hamburgered to even twits.

Let the girl go and you're clean.

Tell that bus driver to stop and you
walk.

Who were you said to kill?

Whose name is on the contract?

You figure.

It's my dad.

You figure.

Come on, Dupree.

Your ticket's already canceled.

Why don't you go out with a good deed?

Tell me about the heist.

And who's going to be hit?

I can use that information.

So call me as soon as you get it.

Thank you.

Hey, somebody die and leave you some
money?

It's from Stephen Kennedy.

He says he's learned how to use a word
processor.

And that it's not as easy as playing the
piano.

But he's betting he had less typos than
I do.

My money's on Stephen.

If he used a gun the way you type, you
would have been dead last Christmas.

Anyway, he just finished his last
quarter at grad school. And he's going

coming out to stay with Bill at the
beach.

Oh, yeah. How's Bill doing? What's he up
to?

Still working security.

Happy at it?

Yes. Why?

Well, once a cop, sometimes it's hard to
play toy soldier.

Hey, Hooker.

Captain Danza's been looking for you.

A fire in his eyes. Have anything to do
with last night's shooting?

How do I know?

Do I have a mind reader? Oh, beautiful.

You're going to be fun to be around
today.

You get any sleep?

It's not like a baby.

Until somebody wanted to use the pool
table and asked me to leave.

The deceased's name is Angelo Dupree.
Ever hear of him? No.

Should I have?

I think R and I do a run.

One of my snitches tells me that he's a
button man, brought in from Detroit to

plug a leak and something big is going
down around it, like a sizable heist.

Button man?

We talked to Mom's hit?

Bet on it.

And just because I got the shooter
doesn't mean that the contract isn't

go down with somebody else around the
trigger.

What about his personal effects?
Anything that might take you in a

We searched him and his room and there
was nothing. No telephone number, no

address. Nothing to go on.

And we impounded the car he rented from
Detroit. So maybe there'll be something

there. Maybe.

Hooker!

Where were you two last night while
Hooker was trotting around shooting up

city? They were off duty, Captain.

And so were you.

What, you were maniacs shooting up a bus
crowded with citizens?

There were extenuating circumstances.

This is in my report on your desk. In
triplicate.

In my office, Hooker.

Now.

You know, you could learn to be a tad
more diplomatic with him. I'm taking up

needlepoint. I can only concentrate on
one thing at a time.

I'm

taking

up needlepoint. I can only concentrate
on one thing at a time.

the other gate

that

dude makes me nervous he did set up the
inside man don't worry when this is all

over he won't be around to spend his cut

He'll move.

Open the door.

Everybody down. Space down on the floor.

Move!

On the floor! Come on!

So what happened when Hooker tossed the
hitman's rental?

The car was clean except for 44 magnums
from hollow point.

And there was some notes scribbled on
the map in the glove compartment.

The only thing Hooker could make out was
the name Shelly Martell.

Could be the intended victim, but male
or female.

And what about the map?

You mean like, was there an X mark in
the spot where the hip was supposed to

down? Or the heist that Hooker heard
about.

Forget it, unless Shelly Martell is a
bear.

It was a tourist map to Yellowstone
Park.

211 in progress, South Coast Cargo
Terminal, International Airport.

19th and Palmer, handle code 3.

4M30, roger.

Action at the airport.

Let's pick up a couple tickets to the
Caribbean level.

You're on, partner.

4M16, rolling back up to 30.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Late model.

Heading east on 19th Street.

They're armed with automatic weapons.
Not shy about using them. And call for

ambulance. Look, they're right over
there.

Thank you.

416 -850 at South Coast Cargo Center.

There you go.

It's Bill.

Bill Kennedy.

I saw Ennis take a hit from that cop. He
ain't gonna get up.

And if he does, he's not gonna be able
to do the job he was supposed to do. And

answer Dupree before him, which is to
shut that chick's mouth before she

chapter and verse.

Man, well, did you ever think that maybe
she won't tell nobody nothing, huh?

Look, Ennis is down and Dupree is down.
The baby blue spot is on you.

What, are you crazy?

Huh? You're elected.

You pull the trigger.

I'm telling my people that's how it's
coming down.

All right.

Maybe I'll take one of these for
insurance, huh, man? I thought we were

split later. I don't know if I'll kill
my wife!

Hey, hey, hey!

Come on!

Let's get the hell out of here.

I'll take care of you another time.
Later.

Okay, fellas, now let's do this to the
count of three, all right?

One, two, three.

Thank you.

Do you like the liver, Blaine?

It's got a thick line with lactated
ringers. Don't deflate the mass suit.

Type and cross 10 units. Pack cells.

It'll take 20 minutes.

Too long. Get me some plasma.

Blood pressure 60 over 40.

Pulse? 120 and 30.

Respiration labor.

I can't get the IV.

Give me a cut -down trait, stat.

Okay, let's get him intubated. I'll need
a laryngoscope, an ET tube.

I can't get a blood pressure.

He's got a belly full of blood.

Notify the OR, stat.

Well, you've had a good workout.

You're blowing like you just finished
the Olympic trials.

Okay, I'm a little winded.

But I didn't mean to stop up here to get
insulted.

Thought I'd check out your sandcastle.

Well, anybody who's turned on by
sandcastles can't be all bad.

Not only am I turned on by them.

I used to be a champion at building
them. You sound like a beach person.

I had a little shack not too far from
here a few summers ago.

I used to walk this beach every day at
sunset.

Well, then we're practically neighbors.

My name's Stephen Kennedy.

Thank you, sir. Pleasure to meet you.

So what do you do, uh, besides steam
along the sand at an hour when decent

people are still asleep?

I'm a cop.

Really? Turn you off?

Should I?

I don't know.

I've known a few gentlemen who are cool.

Well, I'm actually very fond of cops.

My mother married one.

Steve!

Speak to the devil.

Are you ready for breakfast?

Sure. Dad, I'd like you to meet a new
friend of mine.

Howdy, friend.

Name's Bill. Stacey Sheridan.

LCPD. Which precinct?

Academy. I used to work out of the 18th
myself.

Hell of a bunch of guys.

I miss them a lot.

Come on in and join us for breakfast.

What do you taste my pancake?

He's getting cyanotic. You'll never make
it to OR. He's starting to throw up the

PVC. Getting any pressure? None. He's
straight line. We're losing him.

Pupil's fixed and dilated.

Clear.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I put in 19 years on the fort.

until I caught a plug in the spine from
some freaked -out punk on drugs.

So he shipped me out to pasture on a
disability pension, and I wound up doing

security work for an outfit downtown.

Not the same as being in harness, but it
pays the rent.

Be careful you don't cut yourself.

Did I just blow it, or didn't I pull you
at all?

Well, I didn't go down on the beach, if
that's what you mean.

Oh.

You've known some gentlemen who were
turned off by finding out you were a

I've known some ladies who took off like
rabbits when they found out I was

blind.

Figured I'd get to know you first and
charm you to death before you had second

thoughts.

Well, I'm finished with my running for
the day.

Why don't I help you clean this up?

He didn't serve that.

Two medals of valor, a lifetime of being
the good guy, winds up on a slab in a

morgue.

Well, the maggot who shot him puts a
notch on his gun and brags to his

how macho he is.

Bill?

You sure Steve is back from school?

I talked to him this morning.

What do you have on the robbery?

I just want to get whoever did this.
Okay.

What do you got?

Four gunmen, automatic weapons, military
precision, and a definite inside

knowledge of how the alarm system at the
cargo terminal works. Any idea how much

they got?

Well, the first estimate is three
million in cash, diamonds, and

They knew what they were after. It hit
before Brinks made their regular pickup.

Say, when your street source told you a
big heist was going down, he wasn't

kidding. Yeah, and the M .O. is similar
to the heist at the San Francisco

airport a couple of months ago.

Any idea on the guy that I've wounded at
the scene?

Nothing, but we'll have him printed and
run through R &I.

I want to head out to the beach. Let
Steven know how it happened. Okay.

It's almost daylight. Get out of the
uniform.

She won't run.

You know, there's one other thing,
Hooker.

All the witnesses swear Bill Kennedy
cooperated. Didn't give the gunman any

trouble. And the one who pulled the
trigger seemed to just blow him away for

reason. Almost like an execution.

Yeah.

We're going to nail him.

And anybody else had anything to do with
killing Bill.

I don't think I ever told you before,
but I wasn't born blind.

When I was seven, I developed a disease
that gradually weakened the optic nerve.

One day, the lights just went out.

Dad thought for a while there might be a
chance for an operation, but we finally

gave up.

Oh, we're proud that you pursued your
music.

Oh, he always felt I had talent.

Made me get off my tail and do something
about it.

God.

Somehow, after all I went through on the
force, I guess I always thought he was

immortal.

He was more than just my father, Stace.

He was my friend.

He was my friend, too.

I know you don't want to think about
this, but there are arrangements.

So there's a will.

He wanted to be cremated, his ashes
scattered out at sea.

What about the people who killed him?

Well, we don't have anything solid on
him yet, but we're working on it.

Stephen, Hooker worked with your dad,
and they knew each other for years.

There's no way he's going to let this
loose until he shakes every tree in the

city to find the guy who pulled the
trigger.

We got lucky with a quick ID on the
wounded man. His name was Tony Ennis.

He's got a record, mostly small -time
burglary, and he spent some time as

for several unions, and was on parole
when he showed up at the cargo terminal.

What about Grillingham? We tried that,
but he's in intensive care and refusing

to talk.

Does the parole officer have a file of
non -associates? She's giving us a list,

and we found an address on it. But O
'Brien sent a team there and came up

less than what the parole officer had,
with one exception.

They found a phone number and a name
scribbled on a scrap of paper.

Do I guess?

Shelly Martell.

The phone number? A dance studio on the
east side. The lady's an instructor

there, but they wouldn't give out
anything else on the phone. I want you

Stacy to track Ennis' known associates
while I find Shelly Martell. We'll be on

it.

Got a hot date tonight, Shelly?

Yeah, with a pizza and a feather
comforter.

Catch you girls later.

We'll get you to the hospital.

Somebody call an ambulance.

Are you Shirley Martell?

Who did this to you?

Do you know who did it?

What a waste.

So the contract went down on schedule
even without Angela Dupree. Then why her

if she's just a dancer?

People have some kind of ID?

Who wants to know?

FBI. Did the girls beg?

Yeah. Why?

To take care of it.

Sergeant Hooker.

Officer Corrigan.

Officer Sheridan.

Okay, you people can move on now.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just like it sounds.

Point yourself in a direction and walk.

No need for reports. We'll contact your
superior to confirm.

What's the Fed's interest in this?

Girl's eyes. Before the sheet can be
pulled up, you guys are crawling out of

woodwork. Hooker, this isn't a game
show.

If we tell you to disappear, you
disappear.

It's as simple as that.

What the hell's going down?

First a button man from Detroit, then an
airport heist. And the hit goes down?

And now? I don't know what's going down,
but I'm sure it's hard to find out.

Captain Danza.

He'll lay the bricks to you if you ask
for special duty.

O 'Brien will cover for us long enough
to take a bite out of it.

And if we turn something, Danza will
jump on the bandwagon in time to take a

on the 6 o 'clock news.

Salvador Martel.

Yeah.

Hooker, LCPD.

I already talked to the cops at the
morgue, you know. Yeah, I know you

identified Shelly Martel's body. I want
to ask you a few more questions.

Like I said, man, I don't know nothing.

So why bother?

She was your wife, right?

Happens every day.

One more life snuffed out, so who cares?

I care.

I want to know who killed her and why.

We think it was a mob hit, shot by
somebody who wanted her out of the way

some reason.

It's crazy.

She know anything that anybody want to
kill her for? Hey.

What would she know?

What? I said.

Somebody wanted her out of the way for
some reason, and you said it was crazy.

That she wouldn't know anything.

What would she know?

It was a figure of speech.

Truth is, we've been separated since she
started working at that damn dance

studio. That's all she had on her mind.

That and shoes.

I'd be running someplace uptown if I had
a 20 for every pair she had in her

closet.

I don't know.

Seems to me you've got a good thing
going here.

I was brought up in Mulver Street.

Used to come in here all the time.

There was a little white -haired guy.

Yeah?

He's dead. Just like this old
neighborhood.

This dump I bought in probates, the
biggest mistake of my life.

Gotten married a dancer.

You're not exactly overwhelmed with
grief, are you?

Listen, she was a gypsy.

She had no morals, no conscience.

I was with her when she died.

She seemed like a sweet, scared kid to
me. Why don't you give me a break? I'm

paying for your funeral, huh?

I got work to do, pal.

Have you heard about the airport heist?

A friend of mine was killed by the punks
who pulled him.

Some scum.

Executed for no reason.

I want him.

But I think Shelley's murder ties in. I
just ran out of answers for your

questions. I got work to do.

I'll be back.

What's that, a threat?

No, man. That's a promise.

You can't talk to me like that because I
didn't do anything wrong.

Then you have nothing to worry about,
right?

Yeah. Hey, Sal.

Listen, the cop is just there asking
some more questions.

So?

What did you tell him?

What do you mean, what did I tell him,
huh?

You think I'm stupid? I don't like this
thing here. I'm starting to feel the

heat. I think maybe we should split
down, huh? We stay put.

With you or without you, we still have
to fence that stuff.

But if it's without you, you're going to
have to... Do some heavy explaining to

the big boys.

Look, I just meant for a while, you
know? Get your act together, Sal, baby.

Or you can kiss your big future goodbye.

Yeah? Yeah, yeah.

Hey, listen, you know, I've been
thinking about Bill Kennedy's son.

You know, he was on the beach when we
were talking to Kennedy at the house.

I'll tell you, I swear a couple times, I
caught him staring at us. Don't worry

about it, okay?

I'll take care of Kennedy's son.

Yeah, right.

We've gone over Tony Ennis' known
associates list.

One of them turns out to be a penny on
his hood named Shel Martel. Shelly

Martel's ex.

I thought we came up with something. You
did, I just got there, hadn't I?

How's Steve Kelly?

Well, with Bill gone, he's having a
rough time.

I made some calls.

I already talked to a friend of Justice
about, uh, the feds have been hassling

us.

What's the line on Shelly Martel? How
about this?

She was about to become a protected
witness.

But she wanted to make a deal first.

They were negotiating with her. She
waited too long.

Any idea what they're trying to get out
of her?

Something to do with interstate
shipments of stolen property?

Cargo heists? Nothing else?

Just that the real juice to what she was
going to testify to had to do with the

big heist that hadn't run down yet.
Which was probably the cargo terminal

sticker.

Where are you going?

I'm going to find a snitch who gave me
the original rumble on Angela Dupree

hitting town.

We've got to stop meeting like this,
Hooker. People are going to talk.

Lana, you wired?

No, it's turned off.

Those two bozos from Advice that I'm
working with are taking a break, and I'm

just trying to talk some religion into
these street ladies who think some pimp

in a gold limo is going to be their
Prince Charming. I'm looking for Crystal

Court. She's not hustling the streets
anymore.

Not since she got herself a sugar daddy
and some catalog work, lingerie like

that. Anyway, that's what she told me a
couple days ago.

Where can I find her?

My God, Hooker, you scared me to death.

Would you rather I drop by the table?

You know better than that.

Crystal, I need more on that hit that
you said was going down.

Look, I told you everything I heard.

I only called you to try to pay off some
of my debt to you.

I'm clean.

I swear.

A friend of mine was murdered.

At that airport heist.

Good friend.

Left a son behind.

Son was blind.

My friend had a lot more years to spend
with that son.

So, you tell me about Salvatore Martel
and Shelly Martel. Okay, look. I

overheard one of my Johns talking on the
phone about the hit.

But I didn't know who the target was
until after it went down.

But what I didn't tell you was that Sal
Martel was supposed to take over the hit

after you took out the first trigger
man. Who was your John?

A guy I've known on and off for a while,
named Manny Jacobs.

He's connected.

How high up does that connection go?

I think Jacobs and Martel are low -level
guys who are sanctioned from above.

Who put out the contract on Shelly
Martel? It could have been nine

guys. She just knew things the mob
doesn't want told.

Maybe like you.

Look, that's it, Hooker. That's all I
know.

Except about the heist. What about the
heist? There was an inside man.

A guy who was into the loan sharks heavy
over some gambling debts.

Who? Your friend.

The security guard who was killed.

People have been hurt.

I don't want you to end up in a drawer
wearing a toe tag.

Hooker.

The security guard's son.

What about him?

He's blind.

That's right.

They don't know that.

What do you mean?

The guys who pulled the heist.

They think the son saw them.

They think he can identify them.

Did you reach Stacy?

She was with Stephen Kennedy at the
beach. I told her to bring him in.

Stephen! 4 item 16 to control.

We need an ambulance at 626 Coast
Highway.

The doctor's certain Stephen's going to
be okay.

He had a slight compression and a
multiple fracture of the right arm. Is

guard around his room?

Yeah, but he doesn't know why they came
after him. When can I talk to him?

No visitors until the morning. All
right, you get some rest.

Jim and I are going to go collect some
garbage.

Val Martell? You got it.

Hooker, you people know Agent Brodsky
and Carpenter, don't you?

Yeah, we met.

Yeah, that's right, we have.

Did you get anything out of Stephen
Kennedy?

Who? You know, Hooker, it seems like
this is where we left off with you. If

you'll excuse us, Captain.

Hold it, Hooker. We're cooperating with
Brodsky and his people. That's right.

And if you've got anything, you share
it.

Like what you found out from the
security guard's son.

Are you threatening me, Brodsky? You can
take it any way you want.

We were on this case before you stumbled
in with two left feet.

You were on it all right. You were on it
so good.

You got a young girl killed you should
have been protecting.

Shelly Martell?

She said she had information.

We didn't know whether it was legit or
not.

Easy enough to check out if you've been
doing your job. Instead, she's dead.

A heist and another murder went down,
but you should have stopped.

Shelley Martell knew names you should
have squeezed out of her right away.

Indictments are what we're after. The
top dogs, not some small -chain street

hoods. Let's go, Jim.

How do you get in my face again?

You're going to need a flashlight and
forceps upon your badges.

Four X -ray 30 to dispatch. Requesting
an ambulance to the scene at Broad and

Sixth. Land shot.

I'm in pursuit of suspects.

Proceeding north on 6th crossing branch.

The irony is that Stephen Kennedy didn't
know anything.

He couldn't implicate anybody.

Because he couldn't see the hoods, we
nailed meeting with his father.

Has Stephen been released from the
hospital?

He'll be okay.

You know, his father made one mistake in
his whole life, and it cost him his

life.

Montel's in bad shape, but I think he'll
live.

I can give you two minutes.

You know what I think, Sal?

I don't think you ever were a mob guy.

You wanted to be.

And they made you kill your wife.

Make your bone.

Become a made man.

But they were setting you up all along.

Who gave the order to pull the trigger?

You know what the wise guys are trying
to dust you?

To walk.

And they're celebrating, those big boys.

Those big boys are celebrating right
now. They're drinking a toaster with an

easy target you were.

They're laughing at you, Sal.

Laughing at you.

I'm sorry, but that's going to have to
be you.

Who set you up?

Who wanted Shelly killed?

Who are the bosses?

You've got to get them to the operating
room.

Testify, Sal.

Name names.

Help me take them down.

Please, Sergeant, please.

So they'll be mining lead out of him for
a week. Will he testify?

Yeah, he'll testify.

First for us, then for the feds.

If there's anything left, you're
charming to the end. I have my moments.