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(police siren)

- [Man On Radio] This is Pritzger.

I'm holding at Columbus and Main.

How about you Silardi?

- [Silardi] Set here.

- [Pritzger] How are we Hooperman?

- We're on it!

He's going right on Geneva.

Whoa, make that left!

(tires squeal)

Guy's got a great car.

He's got a great car, doesn't mean he's a good guy.

(tires squeal)

Silardi, he's coming your way!

Cut him off!

- [Silardi] You got it!

(tires squeal)

- Get your hands on the wheel!

Freeze there!

Get your hands on your head!

Get out of the car.

Slowly!

_ Hey, hey!

Take it easy, this is a classic here.

What do we got here, '65?

- '65, yeah.

- Beautiful.

Really, really a beauty.

- Thanks.

- Well, well.

What do we have here?

A little marching powder, family size.

- Come on, I'll read you your rights inside the car.

- Let's go.

- Yeah, I'll be right with you.

(car door closes)

- Check it out.

(horn honks)

- Hey, Hooperman, wanna give me a lift to Dead Man's Curve?

(upbeat music with saxophone)

- [Harry] I wish you could have seen her.

This baby was practically a virgin,

with a body we shall not see the likes of again.

Not a chip in the paint.

Not a crack in the leather.

And what does this creep do?

He risks her life trying to outrun the cops.

Protein, Japanese style.

- Oh, that looks great.

- So, you said you had some good news.

- Yes, but first, let me ask.

Are we done with the saga of the bitchin' Vette?

- I'm sorry, it's just that it was an amazing car.

Okay, I'll shut up now.

- I sold an article to the Chronicle

for the Sunday Supplement.

Actually, it's just an idea for an article,

but they gave me an advance.

- That's terrific!

Congratulations!

What's it about?

- It's about women involved with policemen.

- Where ever did you come up with an idea like that?

- I want to capture their voice.

What attracts them?

More importantly, how do they cope?

' Sex!

They have sex constantly.

It has a very calming effect.

- I need someone to introduce me to these women

so I can interview them.

(laughs)

(background chatter)

- Hey, Hooperman.

Just got the analysis on that blow in

Jerry Lusk's tennis bags.

Serious rot, almost pure.

- Guy's buying wholesale.

Probably from a major connection.

I bet if we work him right, he'll roll over on them.

- Forget about it, he just got bailed.

Take a look.

- Oh, he's smart.

He's got the best, Scott Capace is the best.

- Well, we'll never see him again.

- Any unit vicinity of Geary and Rivera respond to um...

I've got a report here of a guy relieving himself

on one of those bank insta-tellers.

What would you call that?

- Liquidating your assets.

- [Betty] Ho, ho, ho, anyway Geary and Rivera, um...

Suspicious person, I guess.

Proceed to First Oriental Bank.

- Bushkin, in my office!

- Captain, I just want to say,

before we get started, that I've been having

a lot of personal problems, lately,

and I've just been really under

a tremendous amount of stress,

and I know it's effecting my work,

and I've been meaning to come in

and have one of those employer, employee

conferences about it, but you've been busy

and I just want to assure you that no matter what

it is, it will never happen again.

- Bushkin, relax.

Since neither of us knows what you're talking about,

let's forget it.

- Sure, forgotten.

- Bushkin!

This is for you.

- Thank you.

- Oh, this is a complete make over

from The House of Fernando.

He's fabulous.

- Yeah, I bid on it at one of those PBS auctions.

I'm never gonna use it, so I'm giving it to you.

- Captain, I can't accept this.

Oh, thank you, it's a lovely thought,

but no, I couldn't, especially since

you're the one who should have this make over.

- What?

- No, I mean, you bid on it,

it's your money and I think it's good

to do something like this for yourself once in a while.

- Well, I didn't really want it.

It was just an impulse.

- Don't ignore your impulses.

If everybody ignored their impulses,

man would never have set foot on the moon.

This could be your subconscious' way

of telling you, you need to look better.

I mean, different.

It's time I should go back to the console now.

- It's not just for any news paper.

It's for The Chronicle,

and my friend is a very well respected writer.

I know I respect her a lot.

No!

No last names.

I think they'll just use your initials or something.

Okay?

That's good.

Yeah, just meet her and see what happens.

Alright?

Yeah, thanks a lot, bye.

- Inspector Hooperman, may I see you a moment?

- What the hell does he want?

- Who knows, but afterwards I'd wash my hands

and spray my desk.

- Hooperman, it's been a while.

- Yeah, well it's been a slow season in drug enforcement.

- I'm here with Mr Lusk.

- Oh yeah, the guy who carries around four ounces

of cocaine for his own personal use, yeah.

And to think, we tried to bust him for being a dealer.

I don't know what came over us.

Go figure cops.

- You're just doing your job.

I'm doing mine.

Listen, my client mentioned you expressed

quite an interest in his Stingray.

It's a beauty, isn't it.

- Yeah.

- Well, the next few weeks should be,

let's say, capital intensive for my client.

He's going to have to sell off quite a bit of his estate,

mostly to defray the cost of my services,

so there are some genuine bargains available.

- Meaning?

- Meaning, if you want the car,

it's yours for $5,000.

- You're kidding, that's dirt cheap.

- Give me a call.

- Talk me out of this!

- Don't buy the car.

- It's an incredible piece of design,

gorgeous, rare, sexy.

You know, I could have an affair with that car.

- Stick to your own species.

- Okay, alright, look.

There are pros and cons.

What are the cons?

- I got a bad feeling about it.

- I'm sorry, our judges have ruled that

unacceptable, to vague.

- You're buying it from a felon.

- You walk on any used car lot,

the guy selling it to you is probably a felon.

- Don't buy the car.

- Clarence, I've loved that car since I was 13.

I would spend all my allowance on the model kits.

My doodles in class were all Stingrays.

And, I'm never gonna get a chance like this again.

From a collector, that baby would be

between 15 and 20 grand.

Look, I'm heavy on the pros.

Give me some more cons.

I'm starting to crack.

- You cannot afford it.

- Good, real good.

See, that's the kind of thing I need to hear.

Don't buy the car.

- Thank you.

So, you have dated a lot of cops.

Do you date them exclusively?

- Pretty much, since I was 19.

(laughs)

I just like them.

I mean they're big, and their strong,

and their sexy, great bodies.

Cops keep themselves in great shape.

And, they're dangerous.

You know what I mean?

They're in a dangerous business,

but there's danger kind of on the inside of them too.

I prefer the guys in uniform.

- Why is that?

- Well, they seem to be cuter.

They're younger.

Maybe it's because you can see the gun.

- Would you marry one?

- Yeah.

Cops make good money.

They don't make good husbands,

a lot of them cheat and stuff,

but I know that going in, so...

I'm going with one now, he's nice.

I still see this other guy, now and then,

a highway patrolman, but their paths don't cross,

so it's cool.

You gotta back yourself up in this game.

- And a car like that just goes up and up in value.

I could make a profit the day I buy it.

- Mm hm.

- Is that my TRW?

How's my credit?

- There are a couple of late payments on your Visa.

Oh, and I see you kept us waiting,

several times in '77.

- But, I made a mega payment in '78.

I wouldn't stiff my own credit union, no way.

- On a loan this size, we're going to need to

secure it with something substantial.

What kind of collateral can we expect here.

- I have a pretty elaborate and very valuable stereo system.

- No.

- My record collection, classic jazz,

that ought to be worth, in the neighborhood of...

- No.

- I own an apartment house.

- Fine.

- Pretty sharp, huh?

You still think it's a bad idea?

Cop buying a car from a guy like Jerry Lusk.

- I said my piece.

- Everybody else thinks that too, huh?

- I wouldn't know.

I'm hungry, let's get something to go.

- I really don't want anybody eating in the car.

- Okay, we'll pick it up and eat it at the station.

- Yeah, but sometimes all the grease and stuff

leaks out of the bag and gets all over everything.

- I'll order a lead container.

(suspenseful music)

- El central!

Yes.

Okay-

Gotcha.

- Driving gloves?

You've gotten to hip to live.

- [Woman] Juvenile wants to make a statement...

- Just couldn't stay away, huh?

- Some of our boys busted a party about four this morning.

Mr Lusk was in attendance and holding two grams.

- How considerate.

I like that in a dealer.

- Okay, that's your call, let's go.

- Call my lawyer, I get a machine.

You know where that bastard is?

He's river rafting for the weekend.

River rafting!

- Well, we got plenty of room.

We can put you up for a couple of days.

- Hey, listen, as long as Jerry's gonna be

our guest for a while, why don't we put

him through the Spanish Inquisition?

- I don't think you'll get much out of him.

- Let's go for it, I need to practice.

- River rafting!

- I started back smoking during the divorce.

The day I filed, actually.

- How long have you been divorced?

- A year.

It seems so strange.

It's like Johnny's still there.

I mean he was rarely home.

He had his work,

and it's more than just work for cops.

The job becomes their whole life.

I don't think they even know it.

- Did you try counselling?

- For a while, it didn't work.

Johnny didn't believe in it.

For 17 years I was a cop's wife.

All we did was go to cop barbecues,

cop weddings, cop softball.

I'm 35 years old,

and I've raised two kids.

I should be thinking about

some kind of future.

Do you want to know what the joke of this is?

I can't even leave the house,

because I don't know how to be with real people.

I guess I'm gonna have to find myself another cop.

- Okay-

- Good game.

- See ya next week, fellas.

- Come on B“.

- Man, I'm getting to old for this.

- I know what you mean.

Listen, you can still take me to

Donna's Garage before they close?

Give me a lift home?

- Yeah, sure.

- Yeah, I gotta get this oil change.

- I thought you just had an oil change.

- No, I had the car detailed.

- Oh, detailed.

Oh, well I just get my car waxed.

- Yeah, well wax jobs are for regular cars.

Thoroughbreds get detailed.

- Oh, is that your way of insulting my car?

Saying, look, it's a regular car.

Yeah, well I got a sunroof.

- Hey!

What's this?

- Hey! Hey! - Hey!

- Come here!

(Bijoux barks)

(tires squeal)

- Get their licence!

- Stop that car!

- Doesn't look like they took anything.

- Yeah.

How do your wheels look?

Okay-

- Don't touch the door.

Don't!

...touch the door.

- When they take off their helmet,

is that good news or bad news?

- I don't know.

- I can't believe this.

I got a bomb under the car!

A life experience I could have done without.

- They were probably after Jerry Lusk.

If they'd blown you up, it would have been nothing personal.

- You know, you had a bad feeling

about this all along.

I should have listened.

- That's some piece of work you got under there.

I can't figure it out.

Who ever planted that thing is way ahead of us.

- What does that mean?

- It means we're gonna have to blow her right here.

- Wait a minute!

Wait, wait!

I want to second opinion.

- Who is this guy?

Alright, get those shield up!

We're gonna make some noise!

- No, come on.

There's gotta be another way.

- Can't disarm it!

Can't tow it!

Gotta blow it!

Don't worry about it, your insurance will cover it.

- Oh, you had to say that.

Hey, look!

Can I at least have a minute alone with her.

- You can talk to her,

but you can't touch her.

- Well kid, happy trails.

At least you're going outwith new spark plugs,

clean ashtrays, and my wallet and paycheck

in the glove compartment!

- Hey!

Are you nuts?

Get out of there!

- Yeah.

- Move it!

(Qfunts)

(sad music)

- Instant karma, that's what it is.

What starts off bad, ends up bad.

- [Man Over Loudspeaker] Gently guys!

There's a hair trigger down there.

Okay, everybody clear!

Clear!

Ready!

Do it!

(explosion)

(Bijoux whines)

- That's it Jerry.

The rest of it's in a Hefty bag.

Somebody real heavy wants you dead.

And, I'm out $5,000 so I'm not too thrilled with you either.

- Hold it!

This is abusive.

My client does not have to sit through this.

(scoffs)

- He's right, you don't.

You're gonna walk today.

You're probably gonna beat this rap with just probation.

You got a good mouthpiece, here.

- I resent that, Hooperman.

You're impugning my character in front of a client.

- It's a compliment.

This guy is an ace!

Hardly any of his clients do time.

But, he can't protect you from this.

We can.

(laughs)

- And the checks in the mail, right.

- I'm not talking.

- You're covering for guys who packed a car

with enough plastique to blow your butt to Jupiter.

I mean...

Call me crazy, but my guess is,

they'll keep trying til they get it right.

Anyway, we're out of here Jerry.

So are you.

- Watch your back Lusk, eh.

- No luck, huh?

- Hooperman, wait!

- Wait, wait, wait, come on.

You're not gonna fall for this little piece

of cop theater are you Jerry?

- I can give you...

some names.

- Stick around, this could mean a bunch of new clients.

(office chatter)

(radio chatter in the background)

- What?

(office chatter picks back up)

- Bushkin, this car was following me.

Here's their licence.

Would you run a make on that?

What is it?

- Mr Fernando is a genius!

- You really like it?

You're not just saying that?

- Captain.

- Yes, Pritzger?

- You're looking good.

- I know.

- Oh, Miss.

Miss, pardon me Miss.

My name is Carl V\finchell.

You probably don't recognise me, but

I was the guy who was following you.

I'm sorry, I've never done anything like this

before, but when I saw you get out that car...

I mean...

Something just came over me, and...

Look, if you're married um...

I mean I apologize, okay.

It's just that uh...

I hope you're not married.

I hate to be impulsive, but

maybe we could have a drink after work,

or maybe lunch, or...

It's not lunchtime yet...

Please don't be married because

I feel foolish enough as it is.

- Mr V\finchell.

- Carl V\finchell.

- I think that would be delightful.

But, we should take separate cars.

- Oh, yeah, two separate cars, yeah.

That's...

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Yeah.

- What?

- I remember a shudder going through me

when guns went off at the funeral.

It's odd to think of that as a salute.

You see, my husband was gunned down.

- I am so sorry.

- But, we had a good life,

a good friendship,

a good cop marriage.

The ones you don't hear about.

This may sound ridiculous, but

I feel responsible for his death, in a way.

A home, a wife, can take the edge off a man.

I think you need that edge to be a policeman.

To survive.

When the phone rang that night,

it was about 10:00, I was

sitting in front of the television.

Not really watching.

Anyway, when it rang,

I just knew it was somebody calling

to tell me that Kevin was dead.

I never picked it up.

I just let it ring.

- You haven't said anything in a while.

- Neither have you.

- I said the last thing.

I was just waiting my turn.

- I was just thinking about those women I interviewed.

They all had a desperate quality to them.

I just wonder if they started out that way.

- I don't know.

- I couldn't help but ask myself the inevitable question.

Is that what's in store for me,

if I get involved with a cop?

- That's not in my plan.

- Is my life going to be eaten up

by the enormous job of trying to cope with your life?

From pretending everyday that I really understand

why you love doing what you do?

Will I wake up one day and realize

that I wasted precious nights sitting

in an empty living room worrying about you?

Can you guarantee that won't happen to me?

- No.

But I guarantee that I love you,

and that I'll do my best to make our time together valuable,

and real.

- That might not be enough, Hooperman.

(sad music)

(Siren)

(end title music)