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(dramatic music)

(funky music)

- This is Four King 12.

Show me code six at
Sicamore and Hazelhurst.

- [Dispatcher]
Roger Four King 12.

(tense music)

Four King 12, you're
informant on the bank 2-11

reports that suspects
may be enroute

to the First Investment
Bank on Mason.

- This is Four King 12 rolling.

(dramatic music)

- [Dispatcher] Four Adam 30,

meet Four King 12 on tac-two.

- Four Adam 30, go ahead.

- Hey guys, I'm over by the

First Investment
Bank on Mason Street.

I could use some backup.

- [Cop] Always
glad to help, Lee.

What do you have?

- Three robbery suspects,

two of them are stuffed in
the employee's powder room.

Hurry up, will ya,

in case somebody else
might need to use the room.

- 30, roger.
(dramatic music)

- Four Adam 16, show
us rolling code two

backing up Four Adam
30 on 2-11 silent.

(humming Amazing Grace)

(laughs)

- Well, I have to go, Patsy.

I promised to check with Mrs.
Hendricks in number seven

about some errands she wants
me to run on the weekend.

- I had a great
time this afternoon.

- Me too.

Okay, I'll see you.
- See you tomorrow.

Okay.
- Bye, bye.

(whistling and
humming Amazing Grace)

- Hello, who's there?

- The lord knows
us, young sister.

The sweet lord knows us all.

- And puts burdens upon us all.

Bless you sister,

may the lord see fit to remove

the burden he's
put on your sight.

- Amen to that.

- Well, thank you.

(knocks on door)

- Mrs. Hendricks.

(humming and whistling
Amazing Grace)

(knocks on door)

Mrs. Hendricks, it's me, Dave.

Hello.

(whistling and
humming Amazing Grace)

Oh my God!

Oh my God!

(dramatic music)

- Looks like you're gonna
have company, slick.

- Wouldn't want a teammate
taking a burglary rap alone.

- Anybody seen
Sergeant Stockwell?

- Last time I saw her,

she had suspect number three
spread eagled against a wall

reading his rights.

- Look again, this guy's
just begging to tell us

everything's he's pinched
in the last month.

Right, Barry?

- Hey, we'll have
him gift wrapped

and waiting for you
at the station, Lee.

- Thanks for
backing me up, guys.

- It was a good bust, Lee.

- Ooh, I'm Hooker trained.

Make 'em stick, right?
- Right.

- Great lady.

- And a dynamo too.

Every time I look at
the promotion sheet,

she's up another grade.

What's her secret?

- She studies hard and
she's a damn good cop.

- You know, Lee Stockwell
graduated from the academy

only two years ago
and look at her.

Already a sergeant
detective in burglary.

- Next thing you know,
we'll be calling her chief.

(horn blares)

- There's a ticket
if I ever saw one.

(sirens blare)

Four Adam 30 in pursuit.

Speed only, make model, two
tone brown Chevy Impala.

License plate adam
tom victor nine 12.

West on Adam's
towards northgate.

- Oh, lord, cops.

- [Dispatcher] Four Adam 30,

be advised that a vehicle
matching the description

of the one you are pursuing

was just seen leaving
the Oakview Apartments

and may possibly be
involved in a 187.

- Four Adam 30, roger.

- Come on, hit it.

Take a right here.

(tires squeal)

- Hold on, brother.

- (laughs) We lost him, brother.

Hallelujah.

- Glory, glory hallelujah.

- 30, pursuit terminated.

Suspects eastbound on Proctor,
we are unable to pursue.

Show us out to the
Oakview apartments.

- Okay, stay back, people.

Come on, keep it back.

Stay back.

Stay back.

- Then you didn't see
anyone near the apartment?

- No.

Just before I
knocked on the door,

I saw two guys go that way.

But I didn't pay any
particular attention to them

'til they moved off.

- By the sound of their voices,

I'd say one of them
was as tall as me.

The other was taller than Dave.

Seemed nice enough.

- This is Patsy Evans.

She's the only witness who
had contact with our suspects.

- Patsy, I heard you
say they seemed nice.

- Right, seemed nice.

Maybe more like religious.

Said God knows all of us
and then he blessed me.

- Anybody do any door knocking?

- I just got here.

I took one look inside the
apartment and I called homicide.

- I'll get it started.

- Well, thank you very much.

- Thank you.

- I thought you were
working robbery.

- Well, I picked up
the assault call.

I figured it couldn't hurt

to have an extra pair
of hands on the scene.

- Some people might call
that jumping the call.

- Don't leave without
making the package look good

for the promotion board.

- That too.

- Her name was
Barbara Hendricks.

She worked as a
full-time waitress

and a part-time call girl
from the local gossip.

- Look at those shoulders.

- Yeah, she didn't give up easy.

Amazing Grace.

- What?

- That's what the blind
girl said they were humming.

(tense music)

- Says here that sinner we
took care of in that apartment

was supposed to
meet a Mr. Daniels

in this motel around midnight.

- Maybe we should
pay our respects.

- [Man] The Zanadoo
motel room 101.

(dramatic music)

- Looks like our Mr. Daniels
in 101 is checking out.

- Maybe he got tired of waitin'

on that sinner we took
care of yesterday.

- Well, bless you on this
beautiful night, brother.

- Look, I'm not into talking
religion tonight, boys.

Believe me.

- Well, you know we hear that

from a lot of people these days.

Seems folks have
forsaken the spirit.

Ain't that right?

We believe you're
a sinner, brother.

Just like that tramp
from the apartment

you were supposed
to meet tonight.

(dramatic music)

- Next item.

We had a 187 in the Oakview
Apartments yesterday.

Two suspects.

They left the scene in a stolen

1982 tone brown Chevy Impala,

license adam tom
baker nine one two.

One of the suspects
may be six foot two,

the other about five foot seven.

Talk to your people
in the streets,

let us know what you find out.

And I'm asked to remind
you that those policemen--

- Uh, police persons.

- Good morning Sergeant
Stockwell, I stand corrected.

Those police persons.

Those police persons
playing in the

annual charity full
contact football game

will be issued jerseys, pads,
and athletic supporters.

(laughter)

But we need to know your sizes.

Okay, we're out there
for the public's benefit,

but sometimes they forget, so
be courteous and be careful.

(phone rings)

- Lee.

We have that party for
Holly to talk about.

- Oh, gosh, Stace, can
I call you after watch?

I got to get to a deposition
at nine, I gotta go.

Oh, here's your cookbook, I
copies out the pasta recipes.

- When do you sleep?

- We heard you were up all
night at that homicide.

- Rumors, nothing but rumors.

- Yeah, that's what makes
a police department.

- You bet.

- Make sure that brown Chevy

is on a state-wide
teletype broadcast.

- I'm on it.

- You know, I spent most of
last night thinking about

what you said about
that victim's shoulders.

- I could think of other
things to do all night.

- I know, I remember
that about you.

- Ancient history.

- Yeah, well, this teletype
I dug out from Vegas PD

is a little more
recent, like, last week.

They had a female victim
worked over the same way.

- Dislocated shoulders.

Bruises at the
base of the skull.

Two suspects, one
tall, one short.

- And into whistling an
old hymn, Amazing Grace.

Looks like we're dealing with
a couple of crazies here,

don't you think?

- And without a clue
as to how to find them.

(beeping)

- [Dispatcher] Four Adam
30, meet 16 on tac-two.

- 30, go 16.

- Hooker, a couple
sheriff's deputies

just turned our brown Impala
at Rancho Rio County Park.

- Any signs of the suspects?

- No, but they left a
calling card in the trunk.

(dramatic music)

- Oh, good lordy.

Not only did we get
$300 from that man,

but a good look at
home sweet home.

- And where might that be?

- Driver's license says
San Diego, brother.

(harmonica plays Amazing Grace)

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch like me

- Any ID in the car?

- At the moment, he and the
suspects are all John Does.

- Heard the call.

- Bruises at the base of
the skull, on the shoulder.

Same as the Hendricks woman.

- You think both
homicides are connected?

- You wanna lay odds
that they aren't?

- Are you okay, Lee?

- Yeah, night work's
just catching up with me.

I think I'll just go splash
some cold water on my face.

- They found this
under the front seat.

- The Zanadoo Motel, room 101.

- They sending it
in for latents.

- I think it'll be faster

to see who's been
staying in room 101.

- Stacy and I can check it out.

- Give me a minute.

Lee, are you okay?

- Yes, I'm fine.

Yes, thanks.

I'm fine.

Thanks.

(dramatic music)

(doorbell rings)

- Good morning, ma'am.

- Yes?

- Is this the
Daniel's residence?

- What do you want?

- I bet you're
Lindsay, Bill's wife?

- That's right.

And who are you?

Where's Bill?

What's his car doing here?

- Bless you, ma'am.

We're just two poor souls
here to help you find God.

- God?

- Lee using cocaine?

Maybe you're mistaken.

- I hope I am.

- So, what are you going to do?

Cocaine is illegal.

- I don't know, I'm gonna
have to think about it.

I wanna be sure about Lee
before doing anything.

- I checked the teletypes

coming out of Arizona, Utah,
and Nevada the last two weeks.

There were two victims

with bruises similar to ours
and the one in Las Vegas.

- Then they coulda worked
their way into our area.

- The question is, what's
triggering their moves?

Romano, take a hard
look at the victims.

See if you can find any
connection between them.

- Friends or relatives?

- Anything.

Receipt, correspondence,
the smallest item

that might lead the killers
from one victim to the next.

- It's classic serial murder.

No real motive,

just random progressive
killing that doesn't stop.

- Unless we can find the trigger

and then clamp down on people
that can squeeze it again.

- I'll get to work on it.

- Did you find
anything at the motel?

- Well, we got the
victim identified.

Registered as William Daniels,
home address in San Diego.

- Any idea of what he
was doing in our city?

- A salesman of some kind.

We also got a partial ID
of two guys the maid saw.

Both Caucasian, one is
short, the other very tall.

Late 30s and well dressed.

- You'd better get
it on the teletype.

Ask the San Diego PD
to check the address

and make the death notification.

- Something wrong?

- No, uh-huh, I'm just thinking.

Tall and short, Mutt and Jeff.

Like the comic strip
characters, remember?

- Only these guys aren't funny.

We're talking serial murder.

We'd better go
through the teletypes,

FBI bulletins, Quantico,
and the major city survey.

(dramatic music)

(hums Amazing Grace)

- Seek and ye shall
find, brother.

Mana from Heaven, huh?

I thanked Sister
Lindsay for her jewelry

but I don't think she heard me.

(laughs)

- I don't expect she'll
mind us havin' it.

Seems Sister Lindsay was
a hard workin' woman.

Had a business accordin'
to her picture book.

- See what other
goodies we can...

Oh, lord of me.

What have we here?

Two bank books.

One made out to Sister Lindsay,

the other to a Kimberly Johnson.

- What's wrong?

- Well, there was
30,000 in this one.

20,000 in the other.

- Closed the business
down three months ago.

What's that tell you, brother?

- Well, Sister Lindsay and
her friend Kimberly Johnson

was blessed with a lot
of glorious money, but

there ain't nothin' here, we've
been all through this house.

- Bank's in the
city we just left.

- Maybe Kimberly Johnson is too.

(ominous music)

- That might be the Kimberly
we should be lookin' for.

(laughs)

- We're reporting murders

that might be connected
to these two characters.

- Good God.

By the looks of this,

they've left a string of bodies

all over the country
for the past two years.

- They're like quicksilver
and psychopaths too.

- That was San Diego.

They checked the Daniel's house
and they found Mrs. Daniels.

Murdered.

The house was ransacked,

but a neighbor got a quick look
at the two guys coming out.

- Mutt and Jeff description?

- That's it.

Listen, this Sergeant Foster
I talked to says he knows you.

Thinks we ought to come down.

I'll get it cleared.

- We, now hold on here hotshot.

You were up half the night,

you handled all your
cases this morning,

then you went through
all that research.

- Only your partner's
halfway into his,

you can't take him off.

- She's right, Hooker.

- Yeah, but she's also tired.

- A couple of cups of
coffee, a little caffeine,

I'll be running on all eight.

Come on, what do you say?

- Alright.

Pack up, I'll meet you at
the car in half an hour.

- You gonna let
them go to San Diego

without talkin' to Hooker?

- She's my friend.

- Friends don't stand by

while a person they
love destroys her life.

Maybe puts another
friend's life in danger.

- I don't have any proof.

- This is not a
courtroom, Stace.

Hey, you gotta tell Hooker.

- You don't understand.

Lee was more than just a friend
to Hooker after his divorce.

She helped him get
over the rough parts.

- Maybe now it's time for
him to return the favor.

Don't sell Hooker short, Stace.

- You ever slow down?

- Promised the boss
I'd get these done

before I took this case on.

Can't let him down, can I?

- Sure can't.

Ever hear from Lenny?

- Christmas cards, birthday.

It's civil between us.

Fran?

- Well, it's a little
better than that.

We have the kids, of course.

- Yeah, sometimes I think

Lenny and I might
still be together if...

- I didn't mean to dig
up any of the things

we helped each other
bury so long ago.

- I know you didn't.

Anyway, we've got places
to go and things to do.

- Yes we do, and I think
lunch may be in order.

What do ya say?

- Oh, I'm not hungry.

I say we stay on the road
and get this thing done.

- Okay.

Lee.

Forensics found
this by the door.

I dusted it,

found two partials that
don't belong to Mrs. Daniels.

- It's a closed
joint bank account

between the murder victim

and someone names
Kimberly Johnson.

- Yeah, whoever found it

didn't like the idea
that it was closed.

- Serial killers.

They just might go after her.

This says they were interested.

- They tracked from
Daniels to his wife,

it's not a big jump
to one of her friends.

It's the best bed in my book.

- Especially with
money at stake.

Ah, it looks like they
cleaned out her jewelry too.

- Yeah, I think we should
hit the local pawn shops

before we head home.

Lee!

You okay?

- Yes, come on, Hooker.

Look, if a man
gets a little dizzy

he could be drunk or a
little overworked or hungry,

but a woman is pregnant, right?

I'm fine, I just shoulda had
lunch, I didn't have breakfast.

- Hey, hotshot,
you're a great cop.

But you're spreading
yourself too thin.

- Look, I'm fine.

We minority cops always have
to work a little harder.

You know that.

Come on, let's hit
the pawn shops.

- I'll get you something
to eat at the pawn shop.

Some used food,
you know how it is.

(dramatic music)

Lee!

- Yeah?

- Found somethin'.

- Turned some jewelry?

- A ring, LD inscribed inside.

Pawned by Mutt and Jeff.

- How long ago?

- About 30 minutes ago.

- Then they could
still be close.

Did the jeweler remember
anything they said?

- Pawned the ring, said God
bless you a few times and left.

♪ How sweet the sound

♪ That saved a wretch like me

♪ I once was lost

♪ But now I'm found

♪ Was blind but now I see

♪ I once was lost

♪ But now I'm found

♪ Was blind but now I see

- Bless you, sir.

God has truly given you a gift.

- Thank you,
brother, hallelujah.

- Glory hallelujah, brother.

- [Preacher] Thank you, also.

And now, my dear friends,

let us sing one of
my very favorites.

(organ music)

- You think they're here for us?

♪ Sowing seeds of kindness

♪ Sowing in the dark
night and the gloomy eve

♪ Sowing in the morning

♪ Sowing seeds of kindness

♪ Sowing in dark night

- Excuse me.

Hey!

Lee!

- Go on, go!

(dramatic music)

- He fell!

My partner fell!

(hits thud)

- Lee!

Lee!

- Leave him, brother, leave him.

Come on, there may be more of
'em, let's get out of here.

Come on, let's go!

- Hooker!

Hooker!

- They got away.

What in the hell
happened to you?

So the only possible connection
we have to those killers

is that bank book.

- Yeah, we checked it out,
the account was closed,

but we got an old address
on Kimberly Johnson.

- She lived at the
Lakeside Apartments

when she and Lindsay Daniels

withdrew their
funds from the bank.

- Where did they put it?

- Well, that's what
we got to find out

before those two crazies
do, isn't it, Hooker?

- What are you doing here?

I told you to take a couple
of days off and get some rest.

- I'm fine.

The doctor put me
through my paces

and he said I worked up a
good case of sugar imbalance.

So, he ordered me to eat right.

And I'm gonna follow
his orders to the limit.

No more screw ups.

- Yeah, well I'm gonna
help him make sure of that.

- So now I have two doctors.

Look, we gotta roll.

We've got a potential
victim to track down.

- There's no stopping her.

- Sugar imbalance,
maybe I was wrong.

- Maybe.

- Three weeks ago
Kimberly moved away.

I suppose they haven't had time

to change her number
in the phone book.

- Of course.

Did she leave a
forwarding address?

- Let me see.

Was she the one that moved to
Sacramento with her brother?

No that was Mrs.
Jackson in Bungalow J.

Kimberly Johnson was the one
with the good looking salesman.

- Salesman?

From out of town?

San Diego, maybe?

- San Diego!

That sounds possible.

Oh I love San Diego, don't you?

I go to the zoo and--

- Ma'am, excuse me.

Could you just try to think.

Kimberly Johnson, do you
know where she's located now?

- Well, let me see.

Mid-town.

Someplace.

Somebody seems to have told
me she has her own shop.

She went into
business for herself.

She used to have a
partner, but they split up.

Hanky panky with the
husband, I think.

- Do you happen to remember
who the partner was?

- Sure.

Pretty lady.

Lindsay Daniels.

It's her that was
married to the salesman.

- Kimberly Johnson's
new business, do you
know where it is?

- Why would I know that?

I don't even know
what she sells.

(dramatic music)

- Okay, thanks very much.

Hey, I just woke somebody
up at city clerk's office.

They said it's gonna
take about half the night

to track down all
the business licenses

connected with a K
or Kimberly Johnson.

- Good girl.

Why don't you go home
and get some rest.

- Okay.

And talk to Stacy in
the mornin', will ya?

- Why, is something wrong?

- No, I just sense that
she's worried about you.

- What did she say?

You know, she has
got no right to...

- No right to what?

(laughs)

- Boy, listen to me.

I have really gone
off the deep end.

The doctor said this would
happen if I didn't eat.

- Maybe you'd better add sleep
to that list of requirements.

I think you're burning
the candle at both ends.

Go home and get some
sleep, that's an order.

- Boy, you can really be
an ogre when you wanna be.

I'll see you tomorrow, huh?

- Hooker.

I know it's bothering you.

It's the same thing that's
been bothering me for two days.

I just wasn't sure, I
didn't know how to tell you.

(dramatic music)

- It was there in front
of me all the time.

But I never saw it.

How long you been a user?

How long?

- Come on, Hooker, look at me.

Is that what you see, no.

Same eyes, same hair, same girl.

- But not the same
cop I thought I knew.

- Well, maybe that
was a problem.

Maybe because there just
is never enough time,

enough energy, you know.

You wake up one morning
after a couple hours of sleep

coming off a case and

you've got 15 others pending.

Court, depositions,

follow ups that lead
you around in circles.

Stake outs that make your
eyes wanna fall out--

- What the devil
are you givin' me?

Excuses, I don't need excuses.

What I need is to know
what you're gonna do

if you have to score some stuff

and you don't have the money.

Hmm?

And your connection swears
he'll spot you some snow

if you cover one
of his felonies,

what are you gonna do then, Lee?

What kind of excuse
you gonna give then?

- Look, this is a weekend need.

I can take it or leave it.

- More excuses.

You sound like the
alcoholics in the tank.

Or the junkies we all
pull out of the gutter.

- Oh, come on, you're blowing
this out of proportion.

I am not an addict.

- Convince the department.

There are a lot of ways a
cop can step over the line,

but by God they don't do dope

or they don't carry a badge.

- Hooker, come on, we're
friends, we can work this out.

We can.

- Sustenance for
the body, brother.

- We have been
poundin' our heads

against the church
door, brother.

- Amen to that, I
am sick unto death

of looking for Sister Kimberly
Johnson and her money.

- We've been tryin' to find
this lady under her name, right?

- Well, how else do
you figure to find her?

- Under the business

she and Sister Daniels
used to run, maybe.

What'd I tell you?

That boutique in that picture,

it's right there in that book.

- Maybe I should place
a phone call, brother.

(laughs)

There was no answer on
the home phone, brother.

But Sister Kimberly

left a message on the answering
service at her new business.

It's Kim's Boutique,
218 Winston.

And she'll be pleased to welcome
us after 10 in the morning.

- We'd best move
on 'til that time.

- Why?

- We made the headlines again.

- Woo!

The police have a
partial description

of a tall man, a short
one, always together.

- Two guys always together.

(ominous music)

(hums Amazing Grace)

(plays Amazing
Grace on harmonica)

- Hooker.

That was San Diego PD,
they turned Daniels' car.

- Any luck on the latents?

- A thumb print matching the
one on Linda Daniels' bank book

and not matching
Daniels or his wife.

- That leaves us still
looking for the two crazies

that it might belong to.

- Any luck with the captain?

- My arguments and your research

connecting the Arizona and
Utah victims, he bought it.

He put in a request to
form a multi-jurisdiction

serial killer task
force right now.

- Lee Stockwell's been on
this case since it broke,

why don't you recommend
he give it to her?

- That's not a good idea, Jimmy.

- Why not, she's been
busting her tail on this--

- Forget it.

- The city clerk called

on the businesses owned by
the K Johnsons of this city.

- We have six possibles.

- Alright, you take the
three on the east side,

we'll cover the rest.

- We're not gonna hand it
over to the task force?

- Task force is
still gearing up.

Task forces take time,

and I don't think Mutt and
Jess are gonna give it to us.

(phone rings)

- Hooker.

Saw you come out of
the captain's office.

Boy, you just couldn't
wait to tell him, could ya?

- That stuff really helps ya
think straight, doesn't it?

- Look, regardless of whatever
condition you imagine I'm in,

I'm not a fool.

- Then you're one
step away from it.

And I haven't got time to
discuss the fine lines.

- So, there goes my job?

- Stop worrying about your job

and start thinking
about your life.

- I can still handle both.

- Then start by doing what
you know you have to do.

Turn yourself in.

Because, if you haven't by
the time I get back I will.

(dramatic music)

- Thank you, and good luck
with the coming attraction.

Bye-bye.

- Bless you, ma'am.

(ominous music)

Kimberly Johnson?

- Yes, can I help you?

- Well, praise God you can.

I'm lookin' to put my
hands on all your money.

(dramatic music)

- Are you gonna tell
me what's doing it?

- Doing what?

- Rubbing you the wrong way

every time Lee Stockwell's
name is mentioned.

Did you two have a
fight or something?

- If you had a problem, would
you like me to advertise it?

- No.

- Well, she's got a problem and
that's what's chewing at me.

I may have to tell
the whole world.

(beeping)

- [Dispatcher] Four Adam 30,

meet Sergeant
Stockwell on tac-two.

- I'll check it.

- Yes, what is it?

- I want to let you know

that I can still handle
myself on this case.

- You know what I have
to say about that.

- Then don't say
anything, just listen up.

Homicide found a
little black book

belonging to our second
murder victim, Bill Daniels.

- Where'd they
find it, San Diego?

- No, here, on the
small one's body.

It seems the fountain of
brotherly love ran dry

and one of 'em killed the other.

Anyway, the little black
book has Kimberly Johnson's

home and business phone numbers.

- Lee, give me the numbers.

I'll have control run
them for addresses.

- [Lee] It's done.

- Hooker.

- Lee, hold it.

- I don't think we need her
business address, this is it.

The inside is torn apart,
no sign of the lady.

- Lee, give me Kimberly
Johnson's home address.

- 3221 Packard. What's going on?

- The survivor has found his
next victim, we're rolling.

- [Lee] I'll meet you there.

- Lee, get back to the station

and take care of the
important business.

- Dammit, Hooker, there's
nothing wrong with me.

- Then prove it
before I get back.

(dramatic music)

(tires squeal)

Check out the rear.

Get out of here, Lee.

- Why?

Think I have my nose
in a bag all day?

I can back you up.

- I think you used to
be one hell of a cop

and I was happy I had
something to do with it.

I'm not happy about it anymore.

Stay out of my way.

- No!

- You're lyin'!

Just like you're lyin'
about puttin' your money

in this no account business.

(cries)

It's a lie!

(screaming)

- Hold it!

(screams)

- Drop the gun or I'll
blow her away, brother.

- I'm a cop, you could
treat me like one.

- Alright, don't hurt her.

(punch thuds)

(gun fires)

- Thanks for
trusting me, Hooker.

Good day's work.

- Took care of everything
but the most important.

You.

- Not that note again, look,

I made some mistakes, I'll
never make them again.

Ever.

- Don't, Lee, please.

- You were there today.

When it got to the bottom
line, I functioned.

Smart, fast, like clockwork.

That was no junkie out there.

- Lee.

Because you're my friend,
because I love you,

I let myself be fooled.

The symptoms were there
but I couldn't see them,

because I guess I
wanted to fool myself.

I can't do that anymore.

I can't let you do that.

- I just can't get
through to you, can I?

Alright, I'll do it.

- By tomorrow morning.

That's all the time
I'm gonna give you.

- You're wrong, Hooker.

But, I guess I'm just gonna
have to prove that to you.

I'm telling you right now,

I can go the rest of my life

without ever touching
another gram.

- Don't ever forget.

When you need me.

- Is she gonna be alright?

- Well, it's gonna be a
battle, but she's got friends.

We'll make sure of it.

This is William Shatner.

No one is immune to the
tragedy of cocaine addiction.

With it, you lose control of
your life and your future.

The only way to prevent
it is never to start.

(dramatic music)