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Works for me.

♪ Black coffee with your grits and your eggs ♪

♪ colored section... What'd you expect? ♪

♪ After all, it's 1962 ♪

♪ the bus driver's got a job to do ♪

♪ so hurry up, they're runnin' late ♪

♪ band's in mobile, Alabama won't wait ♪

♪ summerdale, to see the shirelles ♪

♪ if you don't make show time ♪

♪ you're gonna catch hell ♪

♪ he's the main man, that papa Joe ♪

♪ between towns, he's the star of the show ♪

♪ he don't get the women, but he's no less a stud... ♪

Whooey!

Oh, I like the way you ride.

Come on down here.

Want to do it one more time?

No. Oh, come on.

No. I told you,

that's the last ride, Jesse.

For me. No.

I gotta work tomorrow, remember?

See ya.

Good night, all.

Gotta park so close.

Oh...

Jesse, you scared the pants off me.

Well, that's one way to do it.

Ha ha!

I thought you might need some help getting home.

No. Really, Jesse,

I do have to get up early tomorrow morning.

Well, I'd be gone by early tomorrow.

But, uh...

It'll wait.

You drive safe, huh?

Thanks.

♪ We can gather in a circle ♪

♪ put my feet up on the table ♪

♪ and wonder will it ever be ♪

♪ the same ♪

♪ seven-three, Jane's last day ♪

♪ some are careful ♪

♪ not to have expectations ♪

♪ some are quick ♪

♪ to give themselves away ♪

♪ sometimes one girl's joy ♪

♪ is another girl's sorrow ♪

♪ and sometimes weakness is your best protection ♪

♪ she smiles but says nothing ♪

♪ and we know she gives us something ♪

♪ that nobody can ever take away... ♪

Ah! Aah!

Aah!

Police dispatcher: All units, all frequencies,

211 in progress at Wilshire and overland.

All units, all frequencies, stand by.

Unit 26, respond, code 3.

This is l-56.

I'm 6 blocks north. Will respond, code 2.

L-56, you will not respond.

That's the second call you won't let me roll on.

What am I doing out here, chasing gumball bandits?

L-56, meet me on tag 2.

Go have lunch, hunter. Don't aggravate the situation.

Captain Cain never liked you.

Now that he's been demoted from the chief's staff

to division command, he's been chewing on everyone.

Go meet Tony for lunch.

I don't think this Ferrari Cain's got me driving

is gonna make it.

It's good enough to get you where you have to go.

Only thing this thing is good for

is a deep-sea anchor.

There's gotta be a hundred regulations

against Cain doing this to me.

You'll get a new car and a new partner

as soon as the shooting rate report

comes back with the rating.

For now, stay out of trouble.

Don't crack up any more police vehicles.

There's nothing left of this crate to crack up.

L-56 out.

Ha ha. What about the socks?

You gonna let me have the socks, too? All right.

When your mommy comes back, I'll tell her...

This is a stickup.

I wouldn't try anything in front of my new partner here.

He's got the deadest aim in the county.

Ha ha ha.

How you doing, Rick?

Well, I see you finally got yourself a partner

you can keep up with.

Oh, yeah? I'll tell you what,

I could still run your butt ragged

around any course you want to name.

Oh, yeah? Hey, uh...

Your cousin Jilly sends his regards.

Tony, what are you trying to do to me?

Don't tell me you're placing bets with cousin Jilly.

He's the only honest bookie in town.

Hey, be proud of him. I'll tell you what...

As soon as I stop by to pick up my win,

I'm buying lunch.

Jilly got raided last night at 11:30.

Story of my life.

Oh, Tony, thank you so much

for keeping an eye on Dominic for me.

No problem, Mrs. Castellano.

He's a great kid.

Bye. Bye.

Great-looking mother.

How's Joan doing?

Ah, wonderful. She just finished

another one of them cooking courses.

I told her, "why don't you just stick to pasta?

"That's what I like.

I could eat that every night."

It looks like you do.

Oh, come on, will you?

Hey, you know what I wish?

Maybe you'll come up and try

some of her crazy recipes sometime.

She's hardly mad at you at all anymore.

Look, Tony, let's not push it, huh?

It's only been 3 years.

Hey, come on, Rick. You know women.

They gotta blame these things on somebody,

and you were my partner. Look, at the time,

it was easy for her to make it your fault

rather than admit her old man

was gettin' a little too fat and slow.

You know the beautiful thing about women?

They can never admit

their guy was the reason why.

You know, you should try it and see.

Let me go see if they'll honor this city check,

and we'll go put another notch in that belt of yours.

Heh. All right. Hey...

How about a big chili dog down at the mermaid café?

Oh, that sounds great. 'Cause you know,

she's only on the second chapter

of that French cookbook.

Can you see me livin' on frogs' legs, snails,

and pigeon breasts?

Of course. Nah ha.

Excuse me.

You wouldn't know the date, would you?

What?

It's the 12th.

Wrong.

It's the day you're going to jail.

What...

Take this guy. I'm getting the other one!

Get out of here, man! Dewey and Joey ate it!

Stay here, Tony!

Yeah, I never dogged it yet.

What the hell are you doing?!

You're driving.

I can't! My leg!

Put this on the air, fatso.

L-56... we're in pursuit of a grey Chevy nova.

License 1-Charlie-Adam-Nora-496.

2 male suspects, armed and dangerous.

We're code 3, southbound on...

What do we do now, abbott?

Whoa!

Is this how you lost your other partners?

Where you goin'?

Taking a shortcut. We're gonna head 'em off.

Ha ha ha ha!

Hey, man! Hey!

You're crazy! We got rights!

Shut up! I got rights!

Come on, let's go.

Uhh!

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right to remain silent,

anything you say will be used against you

in a court of law.

Those days are over.

Now that I have taken over for captain riker,

this division is gonna see some changes in attitude.

Driving the criminal from our city at all costs,

stomping out the lowlifes, the muggers, the thieves,

the pimps, the pushers...

Those are the attitudes we no longer want around here,

right... sergeant?

No, sir, we wouldn't want

to stomp out anyone like that.

The streets of our city are not a war zone.

We're not trying to tame the uncivilized world.

I've had all my policy changes

written up in a clear, concise manner.

You should have no trouble understanding them.

Take one and pass the rest back.

They're not listed in any particular order.

They're all equally important.

Warning shots haven't been required by police departments

anywhere in the country for 10 years.

They're required by me, levine.

I'm sure you'll find these rules are for the better.

If not, I could care less.

Captain, do you realize

how many officers have been killed

because they were too busy firing warning shots?

That memo is the ten commandments.

Mirandas will be read from a printed card.

No search and seizure

without absolute probably cause.

You will announce yourselves as police officers

before taking any action...

And warning shots will be fired.

Another important item that I shall be instituting

is full psychiatric profiles of all officers

to be updated on a biannual basis.

That's enough of that.

And to help us with this particular matter,

we have been lucky enough...

Or should I use the word "blessed"...

To have one of the foremost men in his field

donate his time to us... Dr. Terrance bolin.

I'm sure many of you recognize Dr. Bolin

from when he was state wrestling champion

at San Diego university.

Dr. Bolin.

Gentlemen...

And ladies...

There is no cause for alarm here.

The mind is a part of the body.

And, like any other part of the body,

it gets used and it gets abused.

Oh.

It goes wherever the rest of the body goes...

The arms, the legs, the teeth.

But when the body goes to sleep at night,

the mind does not always shut down.

Therefore, obviously, it's the most used part

of our system.

Well, then, why don't we take proper care of it?

Why not a biannual examination of the mind?

Just as we have for our heart,

our circulation system, our teeth,

of any organ that might be wearing out.

A healthy body without a healthy mind

is like a fine precision machine...

Without the proper motor.

And that, gentlemen...

And ladies...

Well, that's a crime.

Cop: Hey, Rick,

thanks for stickin' up for us.

Second cop: Nice goin', Rick.

Third cop: Thanks, hunter.

I'm sorry I had to bust your cousin,

but there was nothing I could do about it.

Eli, you did the right thing.

You did what you had to do.

Bookmaking is bookmaking.

Jilly knew what he was in for.

No, not Jilly.

I busted your cousin crazy Tommy t.

Tommy t.? Yeah.

I haven't seen him in years.

Yeah, he mentioned that at the arraignment.

Oh, and he sends his regards.

Yeah, well, regards back, huh?

You got it.

Hunter?

Cain.

A word with you, sergeant.

So long.

Dr. Bolin, this is sergeant hunter...

My biggest migraine.

Dr. Bolin: Oh, yes. Sergeant hunter.

I've read your file repeatedly.

It makes for highly entertaining reading.

I'm looking forward to our first session together.

Well, I'll try to find some time.

Your time is made

when Dr. Bolin requests it, hunter.

The sooner the better.

Shall we say Friday, at 11:00?

I, uh, I can't wait to hear what it must be like

being a police officer

having been raised by a father

who was as prominent in the underworld as yours was.

It must've been very traumatic for the both of you

when you told him you were joining the force.

My father was in the front row

on the day I graduated from the academy.

And don't we all remember that?

And now that you've heard that, Dr. Bolin,

maybe we can skip Friday's session.

Be there, hunter... Or be on suspension.

Friday, then, at 11:00.

Terrance, again, thank you very much.

I'll be talking to you.

Bye, sergeant.

Captain, it's obvious you and I

don't like each other very much,

so why don't we just try stay

out of each other's target range?

Your not liking me isn't much of a problem,

as far as I'm concerned.

My not liking you... is.

I don't see much chance in changing that, captain,

as long as you're with this precinct.

Or as long as you are.

The review board barely has time

to call your last escapade a good shooting,

and you're out there again making like Wild Bill Hickok.

And, since your most recent partner

has just been hospitalized,

and I haven't had a chance to issue you a new one,

you go out and rope in an old retired partner,

drag him along and try to get him shot.

Well, I'll go check with the watch commander

and see about my new partner.

I've already issued you a new partner,

someone who might have better luck

keeping you in line.

And who might that be?

Detective terwilliger.

Bernie terwilliger? Look, captain,

the department gives me a say-so

in who I'm partnered with.

If the other person agrees...

But you and I both know there's not one officer on watch

who'd team up with you.

They may as well drive themselves

down to county general,

check themselves into intensive care.

Captain Cain.

How you doin', Bernie?

Just fine now. I wanted to tell you, sir,

it's about time. It is definitely about time.

Thank you, detective terwilliger.

Yes, sir, you've really got us

on the right track now, eh?

You don't think that track

could be leading us all to the morgue,

do you, Bernie?

Hunter.

Hunter.

Don't challenge me.

You'll lose.

Police dispatcher: L-56, where are you?

Hunter: I'm at 5th and Los Angeles.

Bernie terwilliger is looking all over for you.

Where are you going?

I'm going to pick up my new partner.

Hey, you want to be my partner?

What are you trying to do, mess up my action?

I only need a few minutes.

Whispering Willy sees me

shooting the breeze with a cop,

what do you think he's gonna do?

Nothin', 'cause Willy's leaving.

Damn it.

Look, Willy, don't do this to me.

That's all of it, I swear.

Shut up!

Uh, she's telling you the truth, man.

She gave it all to you, Willy. I saw her.

Do me a favor, babes, and count your own money.

I hear your tune being played.

Yeah. Uh, listen...

Willy, remember I talked to you

about my sister?

You said you'd check with king Hayes.

Yeah?

Now I'm saying to you

that I see 60% of some action,

which I'm already puttin' on your tab.

So you can either let him get away,

or answer your call of duty.

Yeah. Uh...

Hey, Gretchen. You want to take...

Hey! This ain't the lingerie department at bloomingdales.

We do not cover for each other around here!

Now, hit it!

You stupid idiot!

Willy! Hunter!

What are you doing?!

What, are you crazy, woman?

Aah! Ah! Get off me!

What the hell are you doing, woman?

The name is sergeant McCall.

Surprised?

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right, anything you say will be

taken down and used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to have an attorney present.

If you do not have an attorney, one will be appointed to you.

Do you understand these rights?

Yeah, I sure do.

Yeah, he sure does.

He's heard 'em often enough.

But this may be the last time

for a long while, huh, Willy?

Yeah, maybe I'll get the same cell block

as your old man did.

Or maybe a couple of your uncles or cousins.

I'll shoot the breeze with them

about the white knight of the family.

Hey, Willy,

when you're up visiting the house of many doors,

stop in and see my uncle Sammy.

He'll have a couple of my cousins

pound you into dog kibble,

courtesy of sergeant Rick hunter.

I want the headhunter away from me, you hear?

Ha ha ha ha.

You better... you better keep him back.

You better keep your distance, man.

Do you mind, hunter?

You're scaring the baboon.

May I have a few words with you, please?

The few words I've got, you don't want to hear.

Now, I'm trying to make an arrest here, hunter.

Whatever you have on me won't stick.

It's entrapment!

I didn't have anything on you.

I was just on your team for some information

on king Hayes.

What did you chase me for?!

For fleeing the scene of an accident.

And if you hadn't been stupid enough

to pull and fire a weapon at a police officer,

you'd only be looking at a couple of days.

Gretchen: Hey, what about me?

McCall: Take off, Gretchen.

And try to find a better daddy than this one next time.

And put the word out to Jillian and the others

that Willy is off the bricks for a long stretch.

For real? I can go?

Sort of a courtesy...

One public servant to another.

Could I please have 5 minutes of your time?

It'll be worth your while.

What do you get, $50 an hour?

Will a sawbuck buy me 5 minutes?

It's about your partner.

Ellen's at county general

with a knife wound from king Hayes.

I know that.

Hey. Hey, wait a minute.

What about my call to my lawyer?

How long am I supposed to stand here?

Until Simon says "leave."

Who the hell is Simon?

This is Simon.

McCall: You be my new partner?

I've had better offers standing on a corner

on sunset boulevard.

Yeah, well, Cain's not in love with you

any more than he is with me.

If you're not careful, he's gonna have you

chalkin' tires with Molly the meter maid.

Thanks, Rick.

Don't be a stranger.

Look, no matter what partners they give us,

you and I could get killed

trying to keep some greenhorn alive.

Yeah, but you and me?

That's a marriage made in Disneyland.

Not if we check in

and check off of watch together.

We do roll call, hit the streets,

and go our separate ways.

We regroup for reorder,

we just sign each other's reports.

After watch, we're on our own again.

It beats getting a couple of partners

we're gonna have to visit in intensive care.

Yeah, my florist bills are starting to look

like the national debt.

Well, you've got a real strange sense of humor.

Comes with the territory.

You need it to make it out there.

Yeah, you also need it to dress like that.

I'll dress any way I have to

to take down a toilet like king Hayes.

A lot of people tried to nail him,

and no one's even come close.

He's got a sixth sense about it.

He can smell undercover cops.

Yeah. And there's only one person

on this whole damn force

who looks less like a cop than you.

Me.

So, what's the verdict?

Am I gonna be holding terwilliger's hand tomorrow,

or am I gonna be beating yours off of me?

Yeah, right.

All right, if I say yes, if I'm insane enough

to go along with this plan of yours,

does that mean you're gonna try

to help me nail king Hayes?

No way.

I don't have anything to do with your cases,

and you don't have anything to do with mine.

This is just a smokescreen for Cain.

You just said the right thing.

You got yourself a partner.

All right.

Cain: You really expect me

to put you two out there together?

I wouldn't be able to sleep nights.

When it gets right down to it, captain,

you really don't have much choice.

We're both unassigned,

and sergeant McCall has long admired

my arrest record and my style.

She's been hounding me for months.

And he loves the way I dress.

You two really want to work together?

Oh, yeah.

Definitely.

And, um, according to police regs,

that seals it, right, captain?

McCall, where were you this morning?

I had specifically requested

alldetectives in this division

be at that roll call with Dr. Bolin.

You didn't get my memo?

I was out getting a line on king Hayes.

When I request your presence,

you be there.

Now, you get in touch with Dr. Bolin's office

and make an appointment. Between the two of you,

he ought to be able to write a thesis

that'll knock the socks

right off the American medical association.

Now...

As far as you two teaming up...

I know you've got some shenanigans up your sleeves.

Whatever they are, I'll find out

and I'll put an end to them.

That's all.

Hunter...

I see you've requisitioned another vehicle

from the motor pool.

Uh, yeah. The one I had

was kind of temporary anyway.

It had a couple of things wrong with it...

Some dings and... scratches.

"Windshield blown out,

"right side door bashed in,

hood riddled with shotgun pellets..."

That's the one. And believe me, captain,

it wasn't in much better shape

when it was first assigned to me.

And somehow, I think you knew that.

Hunter, it was an available car.

I assigned it to you.

You wouldn't want me to play favorites, would you?

Oh, that's something

I'm deathly afraid of, captain, yes, sir.

I'll see to it you're assigned another one.

It smells like a kennel in here.

This car was assigned to vice.

K-9 patrol.

Who'd they cart around in here,

the hounds of the baskervilles?

Heh. That was Goliath.

He was a dope-sniffer.

Unfortunately, he found a bag of stash

and ate it before his handlers could stop him.

Goliath went bonkers. Wouldn't let anybody in,

and wouldn't let officer kulligan out

for 10 hours.

Heh. Hope he's all right.

Ah, Goliath pulled through

and returned to active duty.

Kulligan's on extended medical leave.

What'd you do to Cain?

I was born.

Ha ha ha. That would do it.

Do you mind?

What are you doing?

Don't you carry any backups?

Huh.

You know, I didn't need you to nail whispering Willy.

Oh, you're very welcome.

I'm not saying I didn't want him.

All I'm saying is, our deal was

no jumping the double yellow line here.

Let's just say that was a signing bonus,

a one-time-only special.

Hey, buddy, your car stinks.

Why don't you just shoot this thing

and put it out of its misery?

Dispatcher: Attention, any West Side units...

A possible 187 at 2100 block,

hancock and Lexington. C-Adam-23 at location.

This is l-56. Will respond.

I am 3 blocks from Lexington and hancock.

You're 3 miles away.

Well, that's a professional adjustment.

Am rolling on 187, West Side. Out.

Dispatcher: L-56, Roger.

What'd you do, break it?

Is this some kind of neat trick

so your date doesn't cut out early?

Ok, ok.

Would you just shut the door

so I can roll on this murder call?

Thank you.

Cain's sure poundin' the sand out of you, isn't he?

Yeah, he's going for it.

You want to sell it?

So, when she didn't show up for work this morning,

they called. There was no answer,

so they figured she was on her way in

and gave it an hour. And then, finally,

they sent a company messenger out

to see if she was ok.

He checked all the doors, and they were locked.

Easy enough to lock on your way out without a key.

Then he finally got a peak

through those parted curtains over there,

and that's when he saw the body.

You want to talk to him?

What do you think?

Well, he's just a kid who works in her office.

He's been pretty broke up since I got here,

and I think it's legit.

Get a number where he can be reached

and send him home. Yes, sir.

Hey, hunter.

This your call?

Sure is.

Is it true? Word's out you're teamed up

with the brass cupcake.

Word's out, huh?

Well, everyone's put in for flak vests.

Hey, pedroncelli.

Any chance of getting anything off of these?

Nah.

I'm gonna take them, ok?

And I'll leave you a quarter

where they were lying.

Headhunter and the brass cupcake together.

Marone!

♪ It might be madness ♪

♪ or it might be love ♪

♪ one sleight of your hand ♪

♪ I lose what I was thinking of ♪

♪ I think of oceans... ♪

I think you could find a better time

to broaden your musical spectrum, sergeant.

What are you doing here, captain?

I heard you Roger the call on my way in...

And I just had to stop by

and watch Bonnie and Clyde in action.

I was right. I couldn't sleep last night.

Well, there are some things here

that you'll lose some sleep over, captain.

This homicide's like the one last week...

Blond single woman, about 30, 35.

Looks like she's had her throat cut.

Hold it. Hold it!

Sergeant... let's not jump the gun here

and cause a citywide panic

by thinking we have a repeat killer on the loose.

Well, there are some obvious similarities, captain.

The only obvious thing around here, sergeant,

is the absence of your partner.

My partner?

Yes, your partner... Sergeant Dee Dee McCall?

About 5'6", dark hair, better looking than you,

but, after that, not all that much difference.

Where is she?

Well, she has some personal matters to attend to.

I'll fill her in on the case.

You don't have a case, sergeant.

The first officer on the scene

always gets the case, captain.

The first unit on the scene, sergeant.

And, since your unit consists of you and McCall,

and only 1/2 of you is here,

well, your unit is not the first on the scene.

Detective terwilliger's is.

Good morning, Bernie.

Well, sir, what do we have?

A murder, terwilliger.

When somebody gets their throat cut,

we call that a murder.

One moment, uh...

Officer... tremain, is it?

Yes, sir.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm letting Mr. Peterson go.

Uh, sergeant hunter said...

Sergeant hunter is not in charge of this case.

Hunter: Bernie, the guy was just sent down here

to see why she was late for work.

I will decide who should

or should not leave the scene of this crime.

Come along, son.

I'm sure detective terwilliger will handle this case

in his own manner.

Look, captain, you know as well as I do...

A random killer's almost impossible to find.

We have no reason to believe there is one.

Now, let us discuss the issue at hand.

You don't think you had me fooled for one moment

when you and McCall came into my office

with that pathetic story about having admired

each other's technique for so long,

you just had to be partners?

Just how stupid do you think I am?

Well, captain, I really don't know.

You two split up...

Right after roll call, didn't you?

Well, here's the scoop, hunter...

And you can run it down for your partner.

The two of you will be together

from roll call to end of watch,

every minute, every second.

I mean, in the car, or in the can.

I don't care.

I will be running random radio checks

throughout the course of the day.

If, at any time, of any reason,

both of you don't Roger the call

or are not joined at the hip,

you both will be talking to I.A.

Look, captain...

Look, this is kind of new to me, you know?

A woman partner and all?

Well, it's kind of embarrassing to talk about,

but the reason she's not here

is female problems.

Female problems? Yeah.

You wouldn't hold that against her, would you,

and face a sex discrimination beef?

Look, king, I was just trying to say that...

You don't say nothin', woman.

You don't twitch.

You don't even take air up your nose

unless the king says you can.

You and me, woman...

We're gonna talk, huh?

And you ain't gonna like what I got to say.

Please, king. I thought she was good merchandise.

That's why I brought her to you.

Am I missing something here?

You don't get paid to think!

Since when is it your brains

that you use, huh?

Look, king, if we could just talk.

You don't pay attention, do you, mama?

You like to hit women, don't you, king?

Oh, no. That's not all I like to do to 'em.

Hmm? Is it, baby? Huh?

Go ahead on. Tell this child

what I do when I really get mad.

Hmm? Ha ha ha ha ha.

McCall: Hope you can keep laughing,

'cause you're gonna need a good sense of humor

to pull through.

Drop the blade, buster.

Unless you want this lady all over the beach,

you toss away your piece, honey.

Guess I don't have much choice.

No... you don't.

Aah!

McCall: Halt! Police!

You shot me!

Woman, you are crazy!

You are certifiable, you know...

Uhh! Take it easy!

You ok, Gretchen?

Yeah.

You want this guy?

That would be nice.

Stop, or I'll shoot.

Female problems?

You told Cain I had what?

Well, I was a little underwater there,

and I had to think of something fast.

But I also threatened Cain

with a sex discrimination suit

on your behalf.

You know, for someone I wasn't supposed to see

more than 2 hours a day,

this is not turning out as we discussed.

Or hadn't you noticed?

Cain's gonna have our tails in a sling

if we don't work this thing the way we sold it.

So you and I are gonna work

on that homicide together.

I thought Cain assigned the boy wonder to that case.

Bernie terwilliger couldn't catch the measles

if a bottle of the virus was broken on his head.

And I was the first detective on that call.

Come on, hunter.

What's really pulling your chain?

We could wind up hip-deep in dead blondes

before Cain admits

we've got a random killer on our hands.

We've got 2 dead blondes

on 2 consecutives wednesdays.

That means every Wednesday night,

we're gonna have a dead body on our hands.

You were on the park side strangler case.

The department just came up empty.

He dropped out of sight, didn't he?

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna lose this one.

The chances of catching a random killer

are slim to none.

There were 50 men on that task force, hunter.

But you... you take it personally.

Well, to stop something like this,

you do have to take it personally.

Hunter: I'm glad king Hayes is out of the way.

Gives me a chance to see what you look like

when you're not all made up for trick.

Or treat.

Are we playing the game now?

I mean, do I fish for a compliment or something?

Say, "well, what do you think?"

Well, I hope not.

Can I ask you a question?

What's a trick like me doing in the cop business?

No, I was gonna ask you

where you learned to shoot like that.

Why do you keep on thinking

I'm trying to hit on you?

Because that's what I've been used to.

And every partner I've been stuck with

has hit on me.

Except you.

You definitely have your own style, hunter.

When we're through with this case,

then we can talk.

Just talk?

This is where Marge harmond lived.

She was killed one week before Cathy O'Neill.

Does she fit the same general description?

Anything else?

That's what we're here to find out.

Well, that takes care of that.

I don't think Cain is gonna give us permission

since he doesn't want us on this case

in the first place.

We don't need permission.

Oh, I forgot. You have to be able to read

to know what that says.

"Do no cross. Police investigation."

And I'll be damned if that's not who we are.

Hunter, you're gonna get suspended.

Us.we're partners, remember?

Come on, open the door.

What?

I heard you were good with locks.

Come on, open the door.

Oh, you did, huh?

Well, some women get stories told about them.

Come on. Get your Bobby pin out and open the door.

Yeah, a Bobby pin. Right.

Hunter: What is that, standard police issue?

You know, Cain is gonna know we were in here.

Not if we don't leave fingerprints, he won't.

Well, can't you crack it?

The autopsy confirmed both women were killed

in the same manner?

Throats slit, from jugular to carotid.

If not the same blade, then 2 very similar.

And on Wednesday. That's strange.

Most of these nuts are out skunk hunting

on Fridays or Saturdays.

Skunk hunting?

Yeah, you know... Chasing skirts?

Trying to pick up women?

Right.

So, why Wednesday?

Who knows with nuts?

Maybe it was his mother's birthday.

Maybe it was the day he, uh,

failed his tenth grade math exam.

Wednesday.

Not a single connection between the 2 girls?

They don't frequent the same places,

have any mutual acquaintances?

Except one.

They were killed by the same guy.

Marge harmond was into country and western.

I also checked the radio in Cathy O'Neill's car.

It was set on khjz,

another country and western station.

Looks like we got ourselves a real rodeo rider here.

She may be a regular

at a place called the black stallion.

How many country/western places are in this town?

Well, you usually only buy something like this

at a place you party at a lot,

and the bartenders or management give them to you.

It's a safe bet she spent a lot of time at this place.

I think you can squeeze into this.

You got a blond wig in your hooker's kit?

What?

You like to play decoy, don't you?

I say we hang out at this place

and see if we can't kick this hardballer over.

You got anything?

Nope, nothing. Nothing on Wednesday.

Why Wednesday? What is that day?

Except the day doctors play golf?

Doctors? What time is it?

It's almost 11:00.

I got an appointment

with Dr. Bolin, the headshrinker.

Bolin?

Yeah, and if I miss this,

Cain'll bounce me for sure.

Yeah, I think you could do

with having your head shrunk a little bit.

I think you're gonna need to come back here.

At the very least,

on a weekly basis, sergeant hunter.

What?

Well, it's obvious we have a great deal

to talk about.

We certainly can't hope to accomplish it all

in one single session, huh?

Well, I've already been in here an hour.

Yes, well, that's not a great deal of time,

considering the amount of work we need to do.

The work I need to do

is out there on the street, doctor.

Now, I don't have enough time

to come in here every week and answer your questions

about whether I think my gun is a phallic symbol

or a means of self-defense.

Is that what you've been doing

out there on those streets, sergeant hunter?

Defending yourself?

Do you believe there are a lot of people out there

that you need protection from?

Well, now, just how would you know

what it's like out there on the street, huh?

How would you know what it's like

to pull over a drunk driver

and not know if you're gonna get

a face full of beer breath or a gut full of lead?

To roll a code 3 on some junkie

with a gun and a bad need.

Or a couple of pimps pounding their chicks

for 50 bucks and a giggle.

Or maybe even a poor schnook with a honey wife

who's decided to Chuck it all

and take half his neighborhood with him.

So why don't we stop all this nonsense, doctor,

and let me get back to my job.

Dr. Bolin: Sergeant hunter.

You don't have a job, unless I say you have a job.

This examination is required by your department.

You need to pass it

in order to stay on active duty.

Somehow I get the feeling I'm not gonna pass.

Somehow I get the feeling that I failed

before I even came in here.

And you and I both know

that captain Cain put you up to this.

That sounds like

paranoiac tendencies to me, sergeant.

Just perceptive ones.

It's not gonna be easy to run me off the force, doctor.

Yes, that's true. Unfortunately,

I can't do it based on a single examination.

The city requires me to review the patient

on at least 3 separate occasions.

But after that, with your case history...

My case history is just fine.

For a man who likes to use his weapon.

The review board has never called

one of my shootings bad yet.

Tell me, sergeant hunter,

do you enjoy playing judge, jury,

and executioner?

Do you?

So, what'd the doctor say?

That we can go out and play,

or aren't all his groceries in the same bag?

Apparently, I've got a terminal case.

There's a newsflash.

Cain's after my badge,

and Dr. Bolin is gonna use his ink blots

to help him take it away.

It seems Dr. Bolin feels I'm quite unstable.

I could've told him that.

Bolin hit a raw nerve?

I don't think he believes I've got enough social graces

to offer me a membership at his racquetball club.

He lay into you about your family?

Putting on a badge and strapping on a 6-shooter

to go out there and make amends

for what your father and his brothers

did for a living?

Oh, I didn't let him get far enough

to make that judgment.

♪ It's an easy ride from good times to the blues ♪

♪ I've been driving that old highway ♪

♪ flashing signs to help me choose ♪

♪ well, I know I've done you wrong ♪

♪ it didn't take me long ♪

♪ it's an easy ride from good times to the blues ♪

♪ drivin' ninety-nine and makin' time ♪

♪ hauling for the red ball line ♪

♪ a hundred thousand hours behind the wheel ♪

♪ with a little smile from you ♪

♪ my rig is running true ♪

♪ took me fifty nights alone to make me feel ♪

♪ it's an easy ride from good times to the blues ♪

♪ I've been driving that old highway ♪

♪ flashing signs to help me choose ♪

♪ well, I know I've done you wrong ♪

♪ it didn't take me long... ♪

Woman: 11:30, cowboy.

Well, my watch says 11:00.

11:30's what time I get off.

That is what you were wondering,

wasn't it?

Well, I'd like nothing better

than to wait on you, precious, but, uh...

I got an old lady at home,

meaner than a hound dog with an itch.

Excuse me.

♪ And my wheels call your name ♪

♪ San antone, your summer love ♪

♪ how could it be the same? ♪

♪ It's an easy ride from good times to the blues ♪

♪ I've been driving that old highway ♪

♪ flashing signs to help me choose ♪

♪ well, I know I've done you wrong ♪

♪ it didn't take me long ♪

♪ it's an easy ride from good times to the blues ♪

♪ it's an easy ride from good times to the blues ♪

What can I do for you boys?

You can tell us what you're doing

creepin' around out here, followin' my lady friend.

Following?

Well, maybe you didn't know,

but we had a good little girl

who used to come around here,

got killed just the other day in her own home.

Or maybe you followed her, too.

Well, actually, I just misplaced my car.

Any of you boys seen

a purple customized studebaker

with big whitewalls and a gold grill?

Hunter: I'll be damned.

Right here. Right here!

McCall: Someone hit our line, hunter.

Hunter, do you copy?

Hunter, where are you?

Well, look what we got here, Jesse.

Are you fixin' to do some damage to someone, ace?

See, we have to look after our own.

We don't like outsiders comin' around

packin' this kind of artillery.

Just to have a few drinks in our friendly bar.

Uhh!

My pocket. My wallet.

Hey, we don't want your money.

You just tell us what you was planning on doing

with that little lady...

Before we take you down to the river

and teach you how to breathe underwater.

I'm a cop!

And we're the sons of the pioneers.

He is, Jesse. Look. He's a cop.

Whoops. Uh...

Sorry about that, officer.

We, uh... we had no idea.

We're just trying to keep

our little gathering place here nice and peaceful.

Uh, no hard feelings.

Of course I got hard feelings.

Give me my keys.

McCall, you got somebody on your tail.

McCall!

McCall!

What are you, crazy, buster?

Open up. Police.

Police?

Woman: Oh, I don't believe this.

Quiet, Esther. Just give me my pants.

Look, officer, we were just having some fun is all.

I'm commandeering this vehicle.

Sure. Sure, officer.

You have to pump it first.

Come on, Esther.

The officer wants the truck.

Woman on intercom: Who is it?

Man: Yeah, what is it?

Who's there?

Can I help you?

Freeze! Freeze!

Well, come on in. Make yourself at home.

A water pistol?

Where do you keep it?

Just hand me something to put on.

Thank you.

Woman: Dee Dee, are you ok?

Why didn't you answer my buzz?

Who had time? I climbed out of the tub.

By the time I got to the speaker,

there was nobody there. I get back in the tub

in time to hear you shoot my door in

and come through the house

like a white tornado.

I knocked.

Woman: What's going on in there?!

It's ok, Mrs. Otterdam. It's no problem.

You're sure, Dee Dee?

No problem.

I'm sure. He's a fellow officer.

I'm just next door.

Thank you, Mrs. Otterdam.

No problem.

You were saying?

I saw the bronco follow you home.

No shucks, Sherlock.

The one time I really need backup

and you make like Houdini and vanish.

Well, I'm sorry, but I ran into

a couple of your pals... Some good old boys

who didn't me messin' with little old pumpkin.

Well, they intercepted me before I had a chance

to follow the bronco, which is gone.

It could've just been some guy

who was turned on enough to follow me home,

maybe try to get up the nerve to talk to me.

Or it could've been our boy,

following his usual m.O...

Hang out at a country-western place,

pick a target, follow her home,

and wait for Wednesday night...

The night when he gets his motor up to speed

for some reason.

So, we manage to snag something in our net.

That's good.

Did you get a look at the guy behind the wheel?

Couldn't. It was too dark.

Yeah, well, I did.

I recognized him, too.

It was Dr. Bolin.

Our Dr. Bolin?

The department shrink?

Yeah, it was him. It was bolin.

I'd swear it.

In court?

It was bolin.

Why?

Because he's a nut.

Look, if the guy killing these women

was a cab driver or a plumber,

we'd say he was doing it because he's a lunatic.

Right? Yeah.

Well, just because our suspect's a shrink,

we think he needs a better reason.

Would you be willing to take this to Cain?

I have a better chance convincing him

of the easter bunny.

What's his name?

Do you mind?

I don't believe it, McCall.

You're a fraud.

What? That under all this grit and gristle,

I'm still a woman?

That I like bubble baths

and soft clothing

and frilly things on my mattress?

The real brass cupcake.

Bullets and Teddy bears.

Interesting combination.

But it works.

Your husband?

I heard he was killed in the line of duty.

Yeah.

Yeah, he pulled a couple of kids over one night

to tell them their taillight was out.

They were out joyriding.

They thought he'd nailed them.

So they shot him.

I heard he was a hell of a man.

Yeah, he was.

So, what about you, hunter?

Where's your other side?

What is it you go home to

when you hang up your gun at night?

This is it.

Bull. It couldn't be.

You wouldn't still be making it.

The only way to stay tough out there

is to have some place where you can drop your guard,

take a load off.

Well, I've never had a chance

to find that place.

To everyone on the force,

I'm a cop who's a mobster's son.

And to everybody in the underworld,

I'm a mobster's son who's a cop.

This is all I know.

You know, Steve used to say

you can't keep this up for too long.

Being a policeman

is one of the highest- stress jobs there is.

Well, it was race drivers who used to say,

when you see the road move, it was time to quit.

Yeah, I'm afraid of that day.

Don't be.

People like you and I never see it

until it's too late, Dee Dee,

and then we just hit the wall.

Dooley.

His name is Tom dooley.

Say hi to hunter, dooley.

Hi, hunter. How are you?

Ha ha ha.

McCall: Ok, if bolin is our man,

then what's our next move?

Hunter: I don't know.

There you go.

But my first order of business

is to get you to pull over. You're a terrible driver.

I'm a terrific driver.

And how can somebody who's walked away

from so many high-speed chases and car wrecks

be afraid in a car?

I'm afraid to be a passenger.

I think it has something to do

with not being in control of the situation.

Well, maybe you can discuss that with bolin

at your next session.

And where are we going?

You said there was a place you liked to go

to work out your problems.

I do. I like to go to the source.

McCall: Voilaà. Dr. Bolin's residence.

He's not home, huh?

Yeah.

How'd you know I'd check?

Well, you don't mind me lookin' like a fool,

but you sure don't want to.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna find the vehicle

that left that oil stain.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, wait a minute.

We don't have a warrant, popeye.

It's in violation

of safety code 977-b

for a vehicle to leak flammable fluids.

It's our duty to find that vehicle

and issue a summons.

What do you think a judge would say,

sergeant McCall?

Is an open garage an exterior

or an interior?

Well, with the door open like that,

it is a 3-sided structure. It's like a carport.

Which would make it an exterior.

That's what I thought.

I thought you didn't get a look at the plates.

I couldn't. It was too dark.

Maybe it was because it was covered up.

And the plate light is missing...

Another infraction.

Well, I suggest we ascertain if this vehicle

is registered to anybody on the premises

and point these violations out to them.

Good suggestion.

I got to be honest with you, hunter.

This is shaky p.C.

I only want to find something

that tells me bolin's our guy.

And if I'm right about Dr. Dolittle,

we won't use anything we find here.

Do your tricks.

You know, we're gonna wind up

doing weekends in the electric chair

if Cain finds out about this.

Check his drawers.

I beg your pardon?

Don't you want to ask me something?

What?

Why I'm doing this with you?

Because no matter what kind of a clod you think I am,

you know I don't make mistakes.

Gotcha.

And we got him.

McCall: Get 'em up, scout.

I'll drive.

No, you won't.

Well, what'd I tell you?

Yeah, ok.

So, this guy likes to dress up like hoot Gibson

and frequent c&W bars on his nights off.

He even drives a bronco, which we can't I.D.

I mean, that still doesn't prove he's a killer.

So, where do we go from here, Batman?

Tomorrow night's Wednesday.

You put on that little blond wig of yours,

and when he comes around to show you his brand of fun,

we nail his hide.

Let's do it.

Works for me.

You know, you can stay quiet real well.

I may keep you in there permanently.

Will you look at what you're doing

to my red dress? God.

And will you watch my shoes, please?

Did you buy those,

or did they jump out from an alley at you?

Will you just get out there and get attacked

like you're supposed to?

Oh, well, we finally know

the woman's place around here.

Hey, don't put down my end. I'm in here

smelling mothballs for the last 2 hours.

Think you made a mistake?

Maybe the guy's not coming.

Maybe we've been using the wrong bait.

Here, try traipsing around in this.

Do you mind?

Keep your hands off my stuff.

And if you want to use

a different bait next time,

you'll get no argument from me.

Oh, that'll be a first.

Aah!

Uhh!

Get down!

Uhh!

Halt! Police!

Ohh! Uhh!

I think you forgot to fire your warning shot.

Wait for my backup call next time.

You got a crazy lady for a neighbor, you know that?

Party's over, bolin.

McCall: Well, looks like the doctor

doesn't make house calls.

Who's this guy?

Let me know as soon as you get an I.D.

That may be sooner than we think.

He may have a record. I'm not sure. He looks familiar.

I just can't place where I've seen him before.

Oh, that's terrific, sergeant.

Less than one week together,

you're beginning to sound just like your partner.

You just shot a man, and you think you've seen him before.

You ought to get to know all your attackers

on a first-name basis.

Don't get wise with me, hunter.

You're already working without a net.

Now, what you two were doing runnin' decoy

on the O'Neill and harmond cases

is a matter we'll take up in my office tomorrow.

Let's just hope you didn't kill some poor guy

trying to deliver flowers or something

to one of the tenants in there.

He wasn't delivering flowers, captain.

Unless he was gonna put them on McCall's grave.

You see me in the morning

after you fill out your reports

and hand them over to detective terwilliger,

the man in charge of this case!

Guess we were wrong about bolin.

Nah, we weren't wrong.

Oh, hunter, what's with you?

If bolin's our man, then who's this guy

who attacked me tonight, just another freak?

It's too big a coincidence.

Yeah, well, so is the fact

that bolin was at that club the other night

and followed you home.

Maybe Cain had him follow us

to find out what we were doing on our own time...

Put together one of his psychiatric profiles

so he could wrap us up in newspaper,

toss us out with the trash.

Somebody else entirely new comes along

and tries to kill you? Nah, no way.

Maybe bolin found out who you were.

How?

Ran your plates,

checked with the building manager,

realized it was a setup,

and sent in a substitute.

Maybe when we run a make on the dead guy,

we'll find out something.

You really don't think we messed up, do you?

Oh, we messed up...

But we weren't wrong.

You know, we were right about our guy Justin Taylor.

He wouldn't know the inside of a room

unless it was padded.

He's done time both at vacaville state hospital

and camarillo.

Started modeling straightjackets

back in bellevue in new York, where he was born.

What is that?

That is a chili dog with the works.

This is the lunch you're buying me

for wrangling this report out of terwilliger?

Well, I used to bring all my ex-partners here.

And all this time

I thought they wound up at county general

because they got wounded in shootouts.

Give me that.

It seems Justin Taylor

was into every and all kinds of therapy.

And guess who was working

in a volunteer capacity at vacaville

during the time of his incarceration there?

In fact, bolin was on the review board

that kicked Justin loose,

if he promised to continue

psychiatric treatment on his own.

Here, it says it right there,

right under the... chili smudge.

You remember I told you it was bugging me

where I'd seen this guy before?

Yeah.

It was right in bolin's office.

The day you had your appointment...

We were going out as he was coming in.

Well, if bolin's been treating this guy

for the last 3 years,

he probably knows how to push all of his buttons.

What if bolin figured out our trap?

What do you think he'd do?

Send in a ringer to throw us off.

Works for me.

Bolin's going to be on alert now.

Well, he's insane.

He's the one that should be seeing a head shrink.

He probably is.

Most psychiatrists have analysts of their own.

You know, one of the requirements

to become an analyst is to see one.

Well, let's go find his.

Now, you want me to drive while you eat that?

Is that what you do with that?

McCall: Hey, hunter, we're being followed.

What?

Hold on.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna circle back to the pier

and cut him off.

Well, take it easy, will you?

I want to get back there in one piece.

Just eat your hot dog.

Police! Get out of the car now.

Well, excuse me.

Haven't you finished your lunch yet?

Uncle John, what the hell are you doing?

Don't they have phones in bel air? You gotta chase me?

Ricky.

How you doing, Jackie?

Things could be worse.

Jackie Valentine. Pleased to meet you.

Hi.

You know, I don't get to see you much, huh?

Well, I've been real busy.

Yeah, I know.

It's gonna be a small dinner this Sunday.

Well, Jilly and Tommy... They'll make bail.

Good. And what about you? What's your problem?

I have no problems.

Your aunt Sophie's slaving in the kitchen

every Sunday,

just in case you decide

to grace us with your presence.

Show up, will you?

So I can have something different next time.

I've really been busy, uncle John...

Hey, hey. Was your aunt Sophie too busy

to go down to shatsky's and get you

that louisville slugger you wanted?

Was she too busy when you had to have your cuffs lowered

so you could go to that dance at your college?

That was junior high.

Whatever. You be there this Sunday.

Don't disappoint your aunt Sophie again, huh?

I'll be there.

I know you will.

And bring your lady friend.

You always get invited

to family gatherings like that?

Beats a simple telephone call, doesn't it?

McCall: Would you please tell Dr. Kettering

that sergeants McCall and hunter are here?

We phoned a short while ago.

Pretty strange music for a doctor's waiting room,

don't you think?

Yeah, the doctor's into country/western music, too.

I'd sure like to know what the connection is

between country/western music

and 30-year-old, blue-eyed blondes.

Hello. I'm Dr. Kettering.

How may I help you?

So, you are saying you believe Dr. Bolin

to be a sociopath who may have killed these 2 women?

And you're saying he couldn't?

I'm saying, as his doctor,

I have certain ethical restrictions

that I must deal with.

Well, that's nice, doctor,

but in the meantime, these girls

just keep on dying, right?

You have no evidence.

Sometimes in police work

you have to operate on educated guesses...

Hunches.

So, how about it?

Does bolin fit a sociopath's profile?

Do you know much about sociopaths, sergeant?

Only that they have no emotions.

That's right. None at all.

They don't feel anything we feel.

No love, no hate, no jealousy.

They tend to me very, very smart.

Often their I.Q.'S are somewhere in the genius range.

They tend to be mathematical,

usually very disciplined,

often with good physiques.

Finally, they are extremely charming,

socially adept.

They hide their illness very carefully,

but when they are violent...

They are killing machines with no remorse.

Sounds like a fair description of Dr. Bolin.

In some ways, yes.

Is that why you're treating him?

Is he sociopathic?

I cannot tell you that.

Look...

If you have such a good hunch,

why don't you pursue it?

Does he come here on wednesdays?

That's right. That's his day off.

I usually see him...

Around 5:00.

And then goes out and hacks up

pretty, blue-eyed blondes about your age.

Maybe after being forced

to unburden himself to you,

he has a need to go out and kill you, doctor.

You people are practicing psychiatry

without a license.

It could work that way, couldn't it?

It would be very unusual...

But yes, given the right circumstances,

in textbook situations, it could happen.

Look, this is not a textbook situation,

and I may not have a license to practice,

but I think you're in real danger.

Thank you for coming, sergeant.

I will review Dr. Bolin's tapes.

Well, thank you for seeing us.

Be careful.

Stop chewing around the edges, sergeant hunter.

You haven't come here for another session.

What exactly do you want?

I think I can speak freely to you, doc.

I mean, that's what this is all about,

isn't it?

Being able to talk about things.

Talk away. Say whatever's on your mind.

Cathy O'Neill's on my mind.

One of the ladies who was murdered.

Yeah. Marge harmond... The other dead woman...

She's on my mind.

Justin Taylor...

You know Justin Taylor, don't you, doc?

As a matter of fact, I do. He's...

Heh. He was one of my patients.

You're kinda responsible for puttin' him

back out on the bricks, aren't you?

Incarceration is a punishment,

not a form of rehabilitation,

which Justin was ready for.

Was he ready to be killed, do you think?

Heh. What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you know what I'm talking about.

You as good as killed him yourself.

You mean I should take the responsibility

for putting him out on the streets in his childhood,

which... which led him to a life of crime,

which, in turn, led him to being gunned down

by some trigger-happy cop?

I mean, sending him over there

to kill sergeant McCall when you realized

it was a cop you followed home that night.

You truly are a troubled person.

You should be the expert on mental disorders,

being as screwed up as you are.

You know, I had no trouble convincing your own shrink

that I thought...

My own shrink?

Dr. Kettering.

A lovely lady. Pretty, too.

I like them like that...

Tall, slender, blond,

blue-eyed.

Sound like anybody

you've come across in your travels, Terry?

If I find out you've been harassing Dr. Kettering,

or any of my friends,

I will personally call captain Cain...

And get me suspended

for being unfit for active duty? Go ahead.

That'll work for me just fine.

You know, as an on-duty officer,

I have 2 hours a day to work on your case.

But once I'm on suspension,

I'll have all the time I need

to bust your butt.

I'll be your worst nightmare.

When you wake up in the morning,

I'll be sitting on your front steps.

And when you're driving in to work,

I'll be up there in your rear view mirror.

And I'll be reading magazines

out there in your waiting room,

and in the stall next to you

when you go to the John.

And on Wednesday nights,

when you're done with Dr. Kettering,

and you get that urge,

the one you can't resist, to go out there

and find your next innocent victim

and purge yourself.

When you really need it,

when your every fiber is screaming out for it,

but you know you can't...

Because I'm gonna be right there.

Shut up, shut up.

Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!

Well, doctor, I guess this session is over with.

Get out of here.

Same time tomorrow?

Get out of here!

Well?

You know, I think there's something

to this therapy business.

After seeing Dr. Bolin just now,

I feel a whole lot better.

Drilled him, did you?

He's seeing daylight through a new hole, all right.

So all we do is wait till Wednesday.

Then we sit on him

from the moment he wakes up in the morning

till he makes his move, and we have got him.

Works for me.

Terry.

I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow.

It's... only Tuesday.

I was gonna call you.

I just happened to be in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd drop in. Do you have any time?

Um...

I am going out.

Anything special?

No. No, i'm... I'm just meeting friends.

I was just locking up.

I'll walk you down to your car.

Um... good. Heh.

I'll only be a few minutes, Terry.

I understand there were some people here

asking questions about me.

Police officers.

Uh... a man and a woman.

Well, surely... surely you must remember

a couple of police officers

asking questions about a colleague...

And a patient.

Yes. But they were only here for a few minutes.

Would you care for a drink?

No.

What did they want?

Well, I... I don't know, really.

I just told them that I couldn't divulge

anything that we've ever discussed

and that our dealings were strictly confidential.

So you did tell them I was a patient.

They already knew that. And you are.

Ah. Yes.

Sure you wouldn't like that drink now?

I'm positive.

Well, then...

I'm going to have one.

You're gonna be late for your appointment.

No, I won't.

Dr. Kettering: Uh-huh. Yes.

He's here right now.

Uh-huh. He knows what we've talked about.

He... he has a strange look.

Yes. Yes, I do believe he is capable of killing me.

As well I am.

I'm afraid.

Trick or treat.

Dr. Kettering: Yes, I'll try and keep him here

as long as I can. Please hurry. Ple...

Back up.

Turn around. Put your hands against the wall.

Come on.

Spread 'em.

All right, where's the blade, doctor?

Hunter?

Aah!

Freeze, bolin!

Are you hurt?

Stupid question.

Hunter: Call an ambulance!

I'm going after him.

You gonna be ok? Do it.

Aaah!

Aaaaaah!

Works for me.

Yay! About time.

I got it.

Oh, thanks.

You know, this is stupid. I feel fine. I can walk.

Well, I'm sorry.

It's hospital regulations.

Oh, I'll be right back.

You know, this wasn't a fair deal, hunter.

The least you could've done

was get shot or something.

Well, maybe your next partner will be more considerate.

This union is officially terminated, then?

Unless I do most of the driving.

McCall?

I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing.

Well, it was good of you to show up

on the day she's leaving, captain.

Ahem. I'm fine.

The shoulder's just a little stiff,

but it'll get worked out.

And you can take your time getting back.

When you do, you can remain deskbound

as long as you'd like before we get you a new partner.

Well, she already has a partner, captain.

Remember?

Surely you're joking.

No, I'm not joking.

And my name isn't Shirley.

Well, then let's get a few things straight here.

Could you hand me my Teddy, captain?

Wha... my...

Don't think everything you two pulled

is gonna get washed out with the tide on this.

You disobeyed direct orders from me

and violated any number of policies

listed on my memo.

And caught a psychopathic murderer,

and probably cost you your guest membership

to his Beverly hills country club.

I don't find that funny, hunter.

I kind of do. Ha ha.

Just kind of, though.

You don't know how tough it's gonna get on you.

You're gonna be chasing gumball bandits,

policing rock concerts,

any garbage detail I can think of.

And one slip,

anything at all gets into the margins,

I'll have both your badges.

As long as you're in my division, hunter,

I want you to keep your nose clean

and your gun holstered.

Anybody suspicious in front of you,

don't just cross the street. You go around the block

and run to another neighborhood.

I don't know how it is you manage to always wind up

in the middle of these code 3's, but that's over!

Excuse me. Yeah, you!

Hunter! Are you hearing one word I'm saying?

Stop him! He's got the drugs!

Anybody moves... she gets it.

Well, punk... you gonna go for it?