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How come guys like you always get out, Gatlin?

I didn't want the kid turned a spit on the sidewalk.

So long as the kid died, Gatlin goes free, huh?

I did the chill, Gatlin. I knocked the guy into a plate of spaghetti.

I have no choice but to demand you to the county lockup. Oh, I hear you're

looking for a new partner.

Not anymore, Bernie.

For the start of a wonderful relationship.

So when are they springing me? When you leave here, it'll be in pieces.

I'm buying. We'll go someplace real cheap and greasy.

What's the matter? Not enough grease?

I'm not depressed and angry.

And all this red tape and antiquated systems are not going to sit well with

if Hunter winds up dead.

Get out of here!

Take care of yourself, Ricky. Visit your mother. All the best, Uncle Leo.

Did I ever meet Uncle Leo?

Isn't he that bookie?

He's a flasher.

What? A flasher.

Trenchcoat artist.

On the day he was arrested, he was outside a lingerie shop announcing

With no pants on?

Did a hell of a business that day, too.

Yeah, I bet they did.

What's over there?

I'm Sergeant Hunter. This is Sergeant McCall. What happened here?

Sergeant, I'm so glad you're here. I'm the principal.

They just never learn. You talk till you're blue in the face, and it doesn't

matter. What, do you OD on something?

The kids say that he just smoked a joint. Maybe a joint laced with PCP.

Does anybody here know where the kid buys his dope?

Look, if somebody's selling bad dope, I need a name.

Well, Hunter, you sure do have a way with kids.

Sorry, but my dad's at work, and I can't let anyone in.

Maddie, we're police officers. We want to talk to you about what happened to

Billy.

Here's our badges. You can call the precinct if you want.

Maddie, I'd like... Maddie, we need to know where Billy got his stuff.

Perfect.

He's lying in the hospital bed, dying, and I...

What we care about is the next person this happens to.

And look, Maddie, you don't want to spend all day crying your eyes out for

and then go back to school tomorrow and see another one of your friends wind up

crippled or dead.

Okay.

Oh, Billy.

Maddie.

You have to let us help you.

To help Billy.

We don't need your help.

Well, you need somebody's. Hunter.

Look, if I want this kind of talk, I think I'll just wait for my dad.

Maybe I understand better than your dad.

I don't think so.

My dad understands it all.

I had a brother who died from a drug overdose.

Why did he do it?

Why did he sell us that stuff? Who, Maddie?

Look, if I can't keep you kids from using drugs, maybe at least I can keep

from dying from using it. Now, where did Billy get his dope?

Roscoe Gatlin.

I thought you said Gatlin was in jail.

Well, he got out on good behavior.

I don't believe you.

You looked that kid straight in the eye and you lied like a rug.

You didn't have a brother, did you?

Come on, get in.

We've got to pay Roscoe Gatton a visit.

Guess who looks and smells like yesterday's garbage and is going back to

for the third time?

How come guys like you always get out, Gatlin? How come there's always a

loophole with your name on it? You're the one that ought to be watched,

You and your justice on the street. I just watched a kid turn to spit on the

sidewalk, and you know why?

Come on, Hunter. Just arrest the guy and let's go.

You can't arrest me.

You ain't got zip on me.

Yes, I do.

I've got one of the kids you deal dope to, and as soon as they put his guts

inside of him, he's going to put you away for 50 big ones.

But I ain't afraid of no school kid.

Well, you better be afraid of me.

Because if you or one of your flunkies even breathes next to that kid, I'm

to personally rip your lungs out through your ears.

Now finish your lunch and let's go.

Red wine goes best with pasta.

You really are insane, aren't you? It wasn't that rough on him. You shoved him

against the wall.

You nearly choked him to death.

Then threw him through a table.

That's not rough.

He pulled a gun on me, Skipper.

But when it was all over, I served him wine.

Roscoe Gatlin is the biggest scumbag on the face of the earth. Everybody knows

that. And somehow he has the system working on his side. He always manages

spring himself loose. And when he does, innocent kids wind up dead.

I would hardly call kids who use marijuana innocent.

Well, maybe not. But the punishment sure doesn't fit the crime.

You shouldn't have to die for smoking a joint.

Well, let's just hope this boy survives so he can testify.

Because otherwise, when Mr. Gatlin files for false arrest...

You are on your own.

Thanks for the support, Captain.

Anytime.

Let's get over to the hospital and get a statement from that kid as soon as he

comes to.

I think we ought to expand our investigation to include as many cases

against Gatlin. Yeah, sure.

As long as we get this one nailed down. Okay.

Hunter, start to hear about that kid dying.

Unfortunately, Gatlin is already back out on the street. The D .A. refused to

file as soon as they found out we lost our complainant.

So long as the kid died, Gatlin goes free, huh?

Hey, how about dinner, huh?

I'm buying. We'll go someplace real cheap and greasy.

No, thanks. I just want to go home.

Do what?

Just sit there and be depressed and angry? Come on, that's no good.

I'm not depressed and angry.

Sorry to bother you like this, but my car just broke down right in front of

door. I was wondering, could I use your phone to call the auto club?

Well, sure.

Do you have any idea what happened?

Yeah, the engine stopped.

I don't know. The car won't budge. Well, luckily for you, I'm an expert on cars

like that.

Let me take a look at it first, okay?

Oh, gee, thanks.

I really appreciate you. You're welcome.

Yeah. Car break down again?

Good morning, Hunter.

It's not morning, Bernie. It's the middle of the night. What are you doing

Where's your piece, Hunter?

It's in the holster on the chair in the bedroom, but what's going on?

Where's your backup?

It's in the sock drawer.

Top left hand of the Bureau. What the hell is going on here?

I always wanted to see how someone like you would choose to live.

It's very impressive, Hunter.

It's a search warrant, Bernie. That's right, Hunter.

All signs sealed and delivered.

I've heard you were crazy, Sergeant. I never realized you were so stupid. Is

that a question?

No, no, we're all through with questions, Hunter. We're going to turn

right off to the DA. Didn't you locate the girl? Who? Oh, this girl?

Yeah. I'm afraid not, Hunter. It's awfully tough to locate somebody who

exist. Susan Crenshaw was the name she used. Now, somebody must have seen it. I

worked on her car for nearly an hour. That must have been pretty difficult,

Sergeant, since you were downtown popping a hole in Rocco Gatlin's

the same time.

Look, as soon as you guys are finished playing funny games, let's get down to

the truth. The truth is you're lying.

You claim you were home at the time of the murder, but you didn't happen to see

the person who you claim must have come into your place, stole your gun, killed

Gatlin, and then returned the gun? I didn't kill Gatlin. I knocked the guy

a plate of spaghetti.

I'll pick up his cleaning bill. Oh, I forgot.

You're not the kind of guy that kills people.

No, you knock him down and beat him up in front of a dozen witnesses.

Witnesses who describe you as being totally out of control, Sergeant. I was

upset. I was not out of control.

Look, ask my partner. She was there.

So, Sergeant Hunter grabbed Mr. Gatlin, threw him into a table, and then poured

white wine on his head, huh?

Well, not all of that is true. Well, what are the inaccuracies?

Well, I mean, most of that's true.

It was red wine, not white. Now, listen here, Sergeant. I am about to... Hold on

a minute. Hold on a minute.

Sergeant McCall, when was the last time you spoke with your partner?

Around 6 .30, as we were leaving work. How would you describe his frame of

Quiet.

All he wanted to do was go home and watch television.

All he wanted to do was go home and watch television as opposed to what?

I had offered to take him to dinner, but he didn't want to go.

Did you make any further attempts to contact your partner that evening?

I called him. At what time?

It was between 11 and 11 .30.

What did you talk about?

Nothing. No one answered.

So how'd it go? What'd they ask you?

I think that after all these years of asking questions, I know how to answer

them.

Why? Did you hang me in there?

No, I just told the truth.

Unfortunately, in this case, the truth doesn't look very good.

Well, the truth is I didn't kill Roscoe Gatlin.

Of course you didn't. It's just a matter of time before they find out who did.

You'll never make it to a preliminary hearing.

People versus Hunter.

Sergeant, you will return to this courtroom this Thursday, the 21st, when

will begin the preliminary hearing to see if you should be bound over for

trial. In the meantime, I have no choice but to deny your request for bail and

remand you to the county lockup.

How about that?

Yep.

Well, look what we got here.

Surprise, surprise, surprise.

At first, after everyone heard Gatlin was dead, nobody could believe it.

He was a mean one. You'd have to be a real fool or a dead shot to try to kill

him.

Gotta admit, the only one we could think of that could do it was Sergeant

Hunter. He didn't do it, sugar.

Hunter doesn't kill in cold blood.

Hey, Dee Dee, I got no gripes against the Sarge. He saved me from a couple of

broken arms one night when I came in under quota.

If I can help, that's okay with me.

Word is, Gatlin had a pretty big supply. He was about to unload the night he was

killed.

Heard the same thing myself.

Any word on whether the buy went down? It didn't. The buyer went home hungry

the merchandise vanished.

Heard they tore Gatlin's place apart looking for it.

Now everybody's dummied up.

That means the guy who killed Gatlin could have stolen the stash and is now

looking for a buyer.

Could be.

All right, I really need you to keep your ears open on this one, sugar.

Hunter's going to be in that jail for 72 hours and every guy in there is going

to try for him.

Hey there, sweet thing.

Got a spare hour?

If you ever hit the street, you can get yourself some really good bread.

A lot of money in my business.

Yeah, but you got a terrible health plan, honey.

See you later. Bye -bye.

You sure have been doing that a long time. You trying to lose weight or

something?

Because if you are trying to lose weight, you don't need to bother

You know what I mean once you eat that mess hall food.

Gives a whole new meaning to the word blech.

So you used to be a cop, huh?

I guess I don't have to tell you not too many guys in this place are very fond

of cops.

I don't mind cops.

I ain't never had a bit of trouble with the law up until the day I killed my

accountant. I didn't mean to kill him, but he was cheating me.

I accidentally beat him to death with my seven iron.

Don't get much of a chance to play golf around here.

I think of being in here as kind of a game.

I figure if I survive, I win the game.

And I know the only way a little guy like me could survive in a place like

Just to try doing things for people, you know?

Getting things, anything.

Food, drugs, information.

You need something?

Archie O 'Hare is the man who can get it for you.

So, uh, is there something I can get for you?

Yeah, you can get me out of here.

Would you settle for lunch?

Chili dog?

With or without cheese?

This way.

Look.

I'm a cook here. I got keys to the kitchen area.

I know it's honey and Archie for a little snack.

I think I'm kind of hungry, too.

What about you guys?

Koshy dogs? I love them. Hey, how about a beer?

Hey, you guys shouldn't be in here.

Well, I had a kitchen doll for lemons.

We're only for police now.

I'm real disappointed in you, Arch.

You know, after all this time, I thought we were friends, and then here I find

you cooking with a cock.

Give him a chance, man. Maybe he wasn't making it for Hunter.

End your first day in jail, Hunter.

Well, it works for me.

How nice of you to drop in.

Now you know why you're here.

Cause of many.

I hear the gas chamber's a nice place to visit to fall, Hammer.

Sorry, but I won't be able to come up and watch you wheeze your last breath,

I gotta get my shoes shined on that day.

When you leave here, it'll be in pieces.

But don't feel forgotten.

Cause years to come, when they come through here, they'll swear they still

you screaming.

Hey, Dee Dee.

Later, Glasgow.

Oh, you're what?

McCall.

Where the hell have you been? They tell me you disappeared after roll call. No

check -in, no phone call, no nothing.

Yeah, well, I... I'm afraid that's all my fault, sir. When I found out we were

going to be partners, I asked her to fill me in on her cases and I'd catch

up on mine.

You went out to breakfast?

I just lost track of time.

Well, now that you've had all morning to swap stories, get on with your work.

Yes, sir.

I don't know why you did that for me, but anyway, I owe you one.

What happened? You overslept?

Yeah.

Or maybe you were doing something else, like trying to run down the guy who

killed Roscoe Gatlin.

Anything the matter with that? I do it on my own time. I do the same thing for

my partner.

Hey, listen, Dee Dee, if you ever need an extra hand, you can count on me.

I know how hard it is trying to run something down like that alone.

I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but you sure seem ready to stick your neck

for me.

Hey, Hunter's a fellow cop, and I happen to think you got a bad break.

If it were me, I'd appreciate all the help I can get, but it's up to you,

Deedee.

I'm your partner. I'm not here to get in your way.

You know, I guess I was wrong about you, Gil.

Maybe I shouldn't believe all those rotten stories I hear.

What stories?

Just that you tend to come on a little strong to all the ladies in the

department. Am I coming on to you?

We got to steer clear.

Hammer's in the hole.

Last time a guy slugged me, he wound up with ground round.

Move along.

Uncover it.

Thank you, Archie. Hey, you saved me from a broken neck. It's the least I

do. So, uh, what was it like in the mechs?

Terrific. I met an old friend, a guy by the name of Charles Terrell.

Hammer?

He's gonna be there until his trial, I bet you.

He beat the hell out of Billy Two -Shoes for taking his seat in a mess.

Oh, that would set you off.

Put Billy in the infirmary.

Hammer's good at putting people where he wants them.

Listen, Arch, they keep a list of all the prisoners' outgoing phone calls,

they? Yeah. Could you give me a look at them?

Take a little time. Time is something I don't have.

I'm doing okay.

How are you doing?

Fine for the moment.

What's that mean?

Remember a guy by the name of Charles Terrell, the hammer?

Yeah, you made him for that triple homicide.

He's in here.

He's awaiting sentencing.

Oh, boy, Hunter.

Take it easy. He's in Max.

But it's just a matter of time. He thinks he's going to get a shot at me.

You think he's the one who set you up?

I wouldn't be surprised.

I'm working on getting a list of his outgoing phone calls. Maybe we can grab

lead. I may be on something, too. My snitch told me there's a big drug buy

to go down.

Yeah? It's the same merchandise that Gatlin was holding the night he got

If I will get you 10, that's a seller at Gatlin's killer.

Grew Gatlin away, bagged his stash.

Gil and I will run it down tonight.

Gil?

Oh, yeah, Gil Glasgow. He's been assigned as my new partner.

You've been alone in the car with Gil Glasgow?

I hear he lets the other cop drive so he can spend his time admiring himself in

a rearview mirror.

Hunter, I need a partner. He's a partner.

He even volunteered.

Yeah, after he eyeballed your legs, then he volunteered. I think you're being

unfair with Gil.

Well, instead of spending your time with Gil Glasgow, how about trying to get me

the hell out of here?

I'm doing everything I can.

I know.

How can you call me Hunter and you call him Gil?

It's because his mommy named him Gil and your mommy named you Hunter.

It works for me.

What is it with you?

I need a fix.

I heard Tommy Skaggs is a man.

You know me.

Yeah, help me, man.

Look, I paid Roscoe Gatlin every dime I had, and he stiffed me. He didn't show

with the stuff.

That's a con of his, Dad. He ran into a cop.

Look, I ain't got no money, but I'll make it worth your while.

I bet you used to be real pretty, huh?

Come on in.

What do you think?

Somebody going to make good on what Gatlin owes me?

Who's got a stash?

Couldn't tell.

But whoever it is is unloading it on Larry Carell tomorrow.

You need some help there?

No, I'm fine.

You know, you're making me a little nervous there, sweet pie.

Why don't you shoot up so we can adjourn to the bedroom?

What's with the artillery, man?

I'm jumpy enough as it is.

Hold out your arm. Now.

A junkie with a clean arm?

You know, the last time I saw an arm that clean, it belonged to a cop.

Go ahead. Prove me wrong.

Stick the needle in it. We'll both go flying together.

Somebody order room, sir?

I wanted to make sure you were fully nourished before our big bust.

I hope you like blueberry.

Yeah, blueberry's great.

Oh, yeah, the deal's going down, and apparently the buyer works out of that

brown building behind us. He drives a black four -door California plate, slash

three numbers 506.

Hey, listen, next time you're up all night, feel free to call me. I'd be more

than happy to come over and take up the flat.

Well, the next time I'm up at 3 a .m., I'll remember you said that.

Uh -oh. It's like our guy.

Those two look awful.

Shipper? Not for long. I got something explosive in mind.

Well, I'm sure this place is safe.

Hey, hey, count on it.

Let's take a stop.

Here are the 10 keys of the car.

That's Tony Carbone at the Hammer's first lieutenant.

There must be eight more inside of that guy. I thought he was hiding in Mexico.

Yeah, the hammer must have brought him up to Snuff Gatlin and tried to set up

Hunter. Well, there's going to be a citation in this for sure, maybe even a

medal. Look, we've got to peg the backup man.

Carbone wouldn't do this alone.

Okay. There's no one else in here.

Unless we're invisible, we've got to move on this now. Let's concentrate on

merchandise.

I hope, pure as you say it is.

What do you think? I'm going to step on it?

Come on.

Okay. Good.

I'm in.

Money.

Hold it right there, Cardone.

Don't shoot.

Come on. Let's get to the car.

You better get an ambulance before Hunter's only hope dies.

I was trying to get away, McCall.

This is L -59.

I need paramedics in the tow truck right away.

No more.

I can't take any more.

That one really got you, didn't it? I got some more. Listen to this. Give me a

chance to catch my breath.

Let's see.

What's...

Iris sits outside.

Patio furniture.

A friend of mine went to see a psychiatrist.

He said, Doc, I got a problem.

Sometimes I feel like a pee -pee, and sometimes I feel like a wigwam.

The shrink said, oh, that's easy. You're too tense. Get it? Too tense?

Hey, did you get the dust from between the cabinet back there?

There was this guy. The most important thing was to get it off.

The clerk here, she don't like dust between the cabinets.

Did we get her or did we get her?

Yeah, you did real good, Arch.

Dessert time.

Dark chocolate with roasted almonds.

What's an almonds? How do you say that, Hunter? Is it almonds or almonds?

I just say nuts, Arch.

Hey, where'd you get the book?

Hey, what book?

The Life and Times of Sergeant Rick Hunter.

Is this really a book about you?

Where does it hurt?

You see this little dimple behind my ear, next to my neck?

Yeah. That's the only place it doesn't hurt.

So what's the news?

We nailed the guy that killed Gatlin and set you up. You're kidding.

Tony Carbone.

That walks right in, doesn't it?

That guy's a real talent at sucking story work. While the girl keeps me

slipped in, grabbed my gun and wasted Gatlin. Then slipped back in and

my gun.

Yeah, that's the way it would figure.

So when are they springing me? Has Carbone talked yet?

Well, he will as soon as he gets the tubes out of his throat.

We were in hot pursuit and Gil shot out his tires. He's in intensive care.

Is he going to make it?

Well, it's 50 -50.

But now that we know that Carbone was the guy that did it, we can hopefully

retrace the steps back to the murder.

Gil's on top of it right now.

The guy who nearly killed my only chance is working on this?

Look under the covers.

What's this?

A list of all the phone calls that the hammer on his bozo has made recently.

Now, it may be thin, but I think one of those numbers might lead us to

something. Okay, I'll check it out.

Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you something. I figure you probably haven't

one of these in a while.

What's the matter? Not enough grease?

Thanks. Look, just try to stay in this place for as long as you can. At least

you know you're safe in here.

Yeah. I'll see you.

I'll see you later.

Now, when you leave here, man, you're 150 pounds of dog food.

You knew Hunter was mine.

You're just trying to have a little fun here, man.

Arthur, the guy.

Getting zoned.

And then got caught.

Where's Hunter now?

Infirmary. If he's in the infirmary, we just win.

What's going on, Gil?

I've tried to call you all morning and then I get a message to meet you here.

What's this all about?

A little celebration I thought we both deserved.

Celebration for what?

Well, Dee Dee, after all, we did bust a pretty big drug deal.

And almost lost the only person who could clear Hunter.

Who, by the way, was almost killed last night.

Hey, take it easy. We've got Carbone.

What's that say?

Carbone is in a coma.

And when he does wake up and testifies, provided he can remember his name,

Hunter could be dead.

And look, I got some numbers Hunter gave me. We ought to look up. Look, just

relax. Everything's going to be all right. I promise.

You promise?

Yeah. Just relax.

Enjoy the wine and food.

Let's savor the victories and put this other stuff on hold. I think we owe it

ourselves.

You know, you're absolutely right, Gil.

The start of a wonderful relationship.

What's wrong?

My stomach, man.

I got cramps real bad.

Wouldn't want that to happen, right, Hammy? You gotta live so we can execute

you. Come on, man. He's hurting.

To come on is driving me nuts.

Get a stretcher.

Central, come in, please. Over.

L -59, McCall here. Over. We got back names and addresses for those phone

numbers. Over.

Shoot. Over.

Problem is, they're all pay phones because it's one. Over.

That's clever, calling people at pre -arranged times with phones.

Okay, what about the other one? Over.

25012 Alameda, the Rendezvous Bar. Over.

I'm Sergeant Jeannie McCall.

I'd like to ask you a few questions, Beth, and just get calls on your phone.

phone.

Well, I guess we get calls for customers sometimes and employees.

Wrong numbers, of course.

Well, who does the hammer or Tony Carbone ask for when they call?

Excuse me, miss?

Paul, police!

Let me guess.

Your shift was over and you were in a real big hurry to get home.

Pretty good match, wouldn't you say?

I don't understand what the problem is. I have the woman. She's given me a sworn

statement that she was involved in a conspiracy to convict Hunter. Let's get

out of there.

You know what your problem is, McCall?

You've been partnering with that rodeo rider for too long.

Now, you don't seem to recall, but we've got a system.

And I run that system.

Sometimes it's slow.

Sometimes it gets bogged down in red tape. But it exists.

And we have to work with it.

Now, these things take time. How long?

First, we have to locate a judge. He has to review the girl's confession.

Then we have to get papers signed.

Look, these chicken salad cases and busted cars are one thing, but we got a

in the joint. And all this red tape and antiquated systems are not going to sit

well with me if Hunter winds up dead. So why don't you pick up that phone, you

dig up some judge who's the closest thing to a friend you can find, and kick

this thing in motion.

Paul, I hear you're still looking for a new partner.

Not anymore, Bernie.

Really? Who's the lucky guy?

Rick Hunter.

Are you planning on going to jail, too?

Why don't you save your jokes for tomorrow when Hunter comes back, hmm?

McCall, just tell him I was doing my job.

Just doing my job.

Oh, sorry.

Shouldn't you take care of that guy over there? Sounds like a wounded water

buffalo. Nope.

I can tell what's wrong with him from here. How's that?

He puts cigarette ashes into his coffee and then he drinks it.

Makes him sick to death.

But it passes.

And he gets out of max for a while.

There, you're all set.

I'll change him again tomorrow morning. Yeah, thanks, Doc.

I'm Sergeant Dee Dee McCall. I have an order from Judge William Prescott to

release Rick Hunter.

Hey, habeas corpus.

Guess who's a free man?

Orcs for me.

Bet you thought you'd never see that again.

Began to cross my mind, especially after you got teamed up with Don Warren.

Well, fortunately, I managed to get rid of him at the time.

So where is he these days? Looking for new partners?

Probably out getting his pants dry cleaned.

What? Never mind.

Okay, Hunter, so where's the new car?

Captain said he was going to issue you one.

It should be parked right in front of the motor pool.

I don't believe them.

I mean, where do they get these?

Looks like I went through a firebombing.

I nearly get killed in prison. The guy doesn't have the decency to give me a

that runs.

Well, no, I wouldn't say that.

Just because it doesn't have a back end.

That's it.

What?

I'm going to go back up there and make this jackass give me a new car.

Oh, come on, Hunter. Do it tomorrow. Let's go have dinner.

I don't want to have dinner.

Well, what do you want to do? Go home and sit by the TV and be depressed?

I'm having some car trouble. Could you help me out or show me your phone so I

can call the auto club?

Oh, no.

Come on, McCall. Let's go get that dinner.