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(Theme Music Playing)

4-Adam-30, come in.

30, over.

We spotted your shooting suspect

going south on
Overland near Rose.

Thanks guys, glad I
have friends in high places.

- Come on.
- No!

- Let's go, let's go.

- This is 4-Adam-30
requesting SWAT.

And a backup.

At 3455 California Street.

I'm under fire from
a single assailant

with an automatic weapon.

He has a female hostage.

All units, 4-Adam 30 needs help.

Shots fired at 3455
California Street.

1-Zebra-10, we're on it.

Z-10, code six on the help call.

Roger, Z-10.

- This is 4-Adam-30.

Let's move on that backup.

You, inside the house!

- We're backup, 1-Zebra-10.

- Glad to have you.

- Just passing through.

What's he got in there?

- An Uzi.

And a hostage.

It's good to see you, Karen.

I've been meaning to call.

- I'm gettin' out of here!

Now don't do anything stupid!

- You can go,
leave the girl here!

- Ha!

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

- Please let me go.

Don't shoot me!

- Are you crazy?

You could have killed the girl.

- I didn't, pal.

Relax.

- Who've they teamed you with?

Wyatt Earp?

- Just plain old John
Reed, one-man gang.

I'm gettin' out of here.

And she's my cover.

You take any more potshots,
and I'll kill her for you!

- Get his attention.

Cover me.

- Hooker, don't be a hero.

- Still looking after me?

I'm leaving.

- You in there, we want to talk!

You cops all talk the same,

out of the side of your face.

Now we're coming out!

- You hurt the girl, no
one's gonna help you!

- You think I'm some
kind of nutcase, huh?

Come on.

- Please don't shoot.
- Now nobody moves.

Nobody moves, you
stay right where you are.

Nobody gets hurt.

Just shut up.

All right, come on.
- No, please, please.

- Whose van is this?

OK, get in.

Get in the van, get in!

- You all right?

- Yes.

- Are you OK?

- Guess so.

Little scared.

- Why don't you have
them check to make sure.

- OK.

- You pick our day in
court to have all the fun.

- Anybody hurt?

- Well, the girl got
a little shaken up,

but everything
else is all right.

Excuse me.

- You know her?

- No, but Hooker does.

- Well, I guess that wraps it.

- I'm sure glad it was you
who was backing me up.

Been six months.

How about dinner
to fill in the blanks?

- Do you think that'd be smart?

- I think it'll be fun.

- I don't doubt that.

I've missed you.

But I can't.

Not today.

- When?

- I'm into something
I have to wrap up.

Give me a rain check, Hooker.

Call me at the end of next week?

- You got it.
- OK.

- Karen.

How long are you
gonna go on like this?

- As long as I'm
assigned to work with you.

- You can't just
cut us off like that.

- I don't want to talk about us.

- Hooker.

He was the guy before me, right?

- What difference does it make?

- I was just wondering.

I mean if you two were
such a hot number.

You transferred out
to get away from him.

- It's none of your business.

- But you and me,
that is my business.

- No, not anymore.

We don't think alike.

Maybe we never did.

- All this because I
want more out of life

than a pension and
a heart condition.

- You know that's
not the reason.

It's the way you
want to score, John.

- You mean dirty?

You got a lot to
learn for a cop.

- You got a lot to learn
as a human being.

- Can you believe it,
the mother of that guy

with the machine gun is
trying to post bail for her boy.

She says it's all a mistake.

- Mother love is
a wonderful thing.

- Not as wonderful as
some other kinds of love.

Boy-girl, for instance?

What do you think, Hooker?

- I think your
mind is wandering.

I called Judge Dobbins, gave
him a rundown on the case.

This guy's record for assault
and battery and rape charges.

He's gonna slap him with bail

that'll keep him off the
streets for a long while.

- Hooker, I need to talk to you.

- Who's filed a complaint
against me this time?

- No complaint, just got a
phone call, and it's bad news.

- My kids, Chrissy, Tommy?

- No, it's not them.

- What then?

Come on, Pete.

- Officer Remy, Karen.

- What about her?

- She's dead, Hooker.

About an hour ago.

- Dead?

How?

- Well I don't have it all yet,

but she was alone in her
car on 63rd and Webster.

- What's the rest of it?

- It's not pretty, Hooker.

It looks like a hit.

- How?
- Shotgun.

Close range.

- I'm sorry, but no one
is allowed past this desk

to the holding section

without clearance
from the coroners office

or the equivalent of same.

- And the equivalent of
same is a court order, right?

- Right.

- At this hour, forget it.

- Sergeant Hooker?

Sergeant Hooker!

- What are you doing, Hooker?

- It's business, Tom.

- Who are you looking for?

- Officer Remy.

- The female officer who was
brought in a little while ago?

- That's right.

- Do you have a
personal interest in this?

- Yes, I do.

- Then you don't
want to see her.

This is not the way
to remember her.

She took a 12 gauge.

Full of buckshot.

At close range.

In the face.

Leave her be, Hooker.

She'd want it that way.

- Hooker.

Lieutenant said you'd be here.

- Karen said she couldn't
go on with a relationship

that didn't have children
as part of the future.

- I can understand that.

- Sounds like a woman who
wanted a full-time relationship.

- Well I had just settled
Tommy and Chrissy

with their mother in Oregon.

They were my first priority.

So she transferred
into Intelligence

and out of my life.

- You did what you had to do.

- You gonna be all right?

- When I find who
killed her, yeah.

- It's late, Hooker,
why don't you go home

and get some sleep.

- I've got to make sure
the funeral arrangements

have been handled, I got
to call her parents in Ohio.

Can't that wait till morning?

- Nothing can wait till morning.

Don't you understand that?

Damn it Captain, answer me this.

How does an Intelligence
officer end up on a slab,

after going alone to an area

that produces two
homicides a week,

and nobody in her division
knows anything about it?

- I told you, Hooker, she
got a call from an informant

who wanted to talk.

If she wanted company
all she had to do was ask.

- What about her partner, Reed?

- He was off duty.

She was working on her own.

- It smells, Captain.

It stinks.

- Morning, Pete.

Hooker here doesn't like
the way I run my division.

- Well Officer Remy
was, well they were close.

- More than that.

She was a hell of a cop.

An outstanding human being.

Whoever killed her,
I'm gonna nail 'em.

- Wait a minute.

You're not only
not on this case,

but you better stay a
million miles away from it.

- Special circumstances, Hooker.

The Captain has jurisdiction.

- Then I'm officially
notifying you

that I'm taking one week
of time off due to me,

starting right now.

- You stick your
nose into this, Hooker,

I'll have you suspended.

And if that doesn't work,

I'll call for a Trial
Board Hearing.

- I won't be hard to find.

- I didn't expect to
see you here, Hooker.

- What do you want?

- Hey, you act like
you own the place.

- I said what do you want?

- It's personal.

- I was just leaving.

- That picture was
buried deep in a drawer

until a couple of days ago.

- Karen and me, we
were close, understand?

A team.

- Yeah, but she died alone.

- What does that mean?

- She received a telephone call.

Went out without any backup.

Why?

She was a good cop, she
wouldn't have done that.

Unless she had a reason.

Unless she didn't
trust her partner.

Don't try that again.

- You're a damn
fool, you know that?

How do you think I got that?

Karen gave it to me.

That's my key.

Think about it.

I just came here to pick
up some of my things...

- Get out of here.

- Sure.

Why not.

But you ought to know this.

We were gonna get married.

You're carrying a torch, Hooker.

But face it, she
left you for me.

- It came down from
Nash that the information

concerning Remy's killing was
not under any circumstances

to be released to you, Hooker.

- Don't do this to
me, Lieutenant.

You owe me for past favors.

I'm calling in your marker.

- That's hitting below
the belt, you know that.

- Tell me what was
found at the murder scene,

there had to be something.

- Look, I can tell you is
that it's being taken care of.

- Del, help me.

- All right, in
here, both of you.

I've got a surprise for you.

There's nothing to hide.

There's tire marks and an
oil spot, maybe the killer's car.

Now the tires on
the car match up

to at least 100,000
pair of the same make.

- What about the oil?

- The oil spot?
- Right.

- Re-refined motor
oil, standard stuff.

- That's it?
- Yup.

- Come on.

Does the the plaster
cast of the tires

indicate the size tires of
an older, heavier model,

or the smaller, lighter ones?

- Heavy.

- How much wear on the treads?

- Say less than
a thousand miles,

and it's the type tire used in
high-performance vehicles.

- All right, unless that vehicle

was parked on the
street for six months,

somebody had to put
on a new set of tires

in the last 30 days.

- Oh, I see where
you're heading,

my feet are getting
sore already.

- Jim, check every tire
store in the inner city.

Run the makes
through the computer

on any car over 2,500
pounds still rolling the streets

with a new set of those
high-performance tires.

I owe you one.

- As far as I'm concerned, this
conversation never happened.

- Whatever works.

- Hooker, how'd it
go with Kennedy?

- They found some tire marks.

Corrigan's checking on it.

- Anything I can do?

- As a matter of fact, there is.

You were going with an
officer from Metro, weren't you?

- We went out a few times, yeah.

But I'm not looking to
start things up again.

- Yeah, well I want
you to call him.

And sweet-talk him into
finding out what kind of case load

Karen and Reed were
carrying on their duty calendar.

- You really want me to
deal with this guy again?

- You can handle it.

- Trixie.

Got a minute?

- Would you get lost, Hooker,
can't you see I'm busy?

- Don't even think it.

- Hooker, I have been
out here for three hours,

that was my first customer.

- I know, things are tough.

Where's Gus?

- I haven't seen
the creep in months.

- Come on, Trixie,

I remember when you
and Gus shared everything.

- Word passed
around, you know that.

- Yeah but Gus was special.

Last time I saw
him was a year ago.

He was talking to Officer Remy.

Do you remember her?

- Wasn't she found
dead a day or two ago?

- You got it.

I figure Gus Pearson would know

if anybody had a
contract out on a cop.

- Gus retired.

- Come on, who are you kidding?

- It's the truth.

Gus went straight.

When he picked up all his
little toys and went away,

he forget to take
along the one person

that was his meal ticket.

He's done real
well for himself, too.

Damn him.

- Trixie.

Where's Gus.

- What do I owe him anyway.

You might try that place
off 10th and Alameida.

His name's on
the sign out front.

Can I go now, Hooker?

I'm not getting any
younger, you know.

- Thank you.

- I want to talk to you, Gus.

- No way.
- Gus!

Hey hey, what are you
trying to do, Hooker?

- Get some answers.

- What are you
talking about, man?

- Officer Remy is dead.

I want to know who hit her.

Who?!

I am off the street.

I lost all my contacts.

I don't know, I don't know.

Look, I own this
place, I'm clean.

You've never been clean.

Give me some answers.

Last chance, Gus.

- OK look, I had nothing to do

with killing that cop, I swear.

I read about it like
everybody else.

I was real sorry, Hooker,
she always treated me square.

- Good bye, Gus.
- No, wait!

Wait.

If I open my mouth
now, I won't last a week,

give me a break.

- If you don't open your mouth,
you won't last five seconds.

- OK, OK.

One of my girls
was doing business

with this guy from out of town.

And he went to meet these
people in heavy tech development.

- Make that clear.

- OK, he set me
up in this place.

He needed a front, a
business where he could travel

in and out of the country
without raising suspicion.

- You went from pimping to
moving stolen merchandise?

What's that got to
do with Officer Remy?

- I'm trying to tell
you something.

Look, we needed protection.

We needed...

No!

I wasn't going to
tell him anything!

- Gus.

Gus!

Who was your protection?

- Go to hell, Hooker.

- How's the arm?

Wound doesn't seem to
be bothering you much.

- I got lucky and the
bullet missed the bone.

- You ignored my direct order

to steer clear of this
investigation, Hooker.

And for all your effort,

we now have another
body on our hands.

- Gus Pearson was
responding to my questions.

Somebody shut him up for keeps.

- Gus Pearson had bashed
heads with our judicial system,

that doesn't mean
he had anything

to do with Karen Remy's death.

- The way Hooker tells
it I'm not sure, Captain.

- That is a guess.

- Why else was he killed?

- Just a minute, Sergeant.

If Pearson had anything
to say to you before he died,

I want to know it.

- It's all in my report.

- Quote, we had to
have protection, unquote?

That's it?

- You forgot he also
told me to go to hell.

- I was in the Chief's office
a little while ago, Hooker.

And now I'm gonna
have a little talk

with Lieutenent O'Brien.

- So you had me suspended.

Why?

What are you
afraid I'll uncover?

- Come on, take it easy, Hooker.

- No, it's all right.

If you check with
the desk sergeant,

you'll find he already
has my gun and my badge.

- What happened to your arm?

- You hear about Gus Pearson?

- Who's he?

- One of Karen's best snitches,
you mean you didn't know?

- Well she didn't
tell me everything.

- Did you work last night?

- Look Hooker, what I do any
time is none of your business.

And tell your people to stop
nosing around asking questions.

Got it?

- Look over your shoulder, Reed.

- From now on, your
business is my business.

Count on it.

This gonna get you in trouble?

All they can do now is fire me.

You find out anything
from your old boyfriend?

- He said most of
Karen and Reed's time

in the past weeks
have spent dealing with

some sort of industrial
espionage case.

Mean anything?

- Maybe.

There might be a connection
between that and Gus Pearson.

He said he was being
set up by someone

to act as a front to
clear merchandise.

- Hooker.

Take a look at this.

- 10-2.

Reed.

Stacy, find Karen's
parents' telephone number

in the directory,
it's in the bedroom.

Phone them,

I've been trying to get
them on several occasions,

and I keep missing them.

Get me a time and a date
on the services for Karen.

And then make me
a plane reservation.

- May I have a minute of
your time, Sergeant Hooker?

- This is Mrs.
Greene, the manager.

Jim, you fine-comb
everything in here.

Yes.

- I hate to bother you,
you looking so busy and all,

but could you do me a favor?

- What's that?

- Day after tomorrow I have
to see my sister in Seattle.

The doctor says she has
to go right into surgery.

- I'm sorry, but what can I do?

- It's not me, it's
Princess here.

She belonged to Ms. Remy.

She asked me to look out
for her a few days, but now,

I don't know what
to do with her.

- Neither do I.

- Remembering how it used to
be between you and Ms. Remy,

I thought...

- I see, well.

When your plans are
finalized, call me at this number.

I'll come by and pick her up.

- Thank you very much, Sergeant.

- You finish up here.

- You got it.

- I'm gonna have a
little talk with Reed.

- Going somewhere?

- Hooker.

You come by to pound
me into the ground or what?

I wouldn't.

You only have one good arm.

And I fight dirty.

- I want some information.

- Look it up in
the Yellow Pages.

- Let's talk.

- What do you want?

- Did you and Gus
Pearson do business?

- Hey, you told me he was
Karen's snitch, remember?

I never knew him.

- What do the numbers
10-2 mean to you?

Are they a date, time
for a meeting, what?

- Where'd you find
out about 10-2?

- They were written
on Karen's calendar.

- You stepped in
it again, Hooker.

You want to know why
Karen wrote down 10-2?

- I want to know.

- Personal stuff, man.

It was the date one year
ago when we first made love.

- You're scum, you know that?

- Give it up, Hooker.

You've got nothing on me.

And you never will have.

We're finished.

- We'll never be finished.

That's a promise.

4-Adam-16, I have
a patch-through

from Sergeant
Hooker on a landline.

- Go ahead, Dispatch.

- Stacy, did you
reach Karen's parents?

- Affirmative.

The housekeeper
said they left yesterday

on a Caribbean cruise.

Does that make sense?

- No.

You and Jim meet me at
the morgue in 10 minutes.

- 10-4, Hooker.

- This is Mrs. Greene.

- Mrs. Greene, Sergeant Hooker.

About that cat, Princess.

- Oh Sergeant Hooker, I won't
be leaving for Seattle until...

- Mrs. Greene, when Karen
gave you Princess to keep,

what did she say?

Why did she want
you to keep her?

- Why, she said she was to be
gone for maybe a month or so.

She said I wasn't
to tell anyone.

But I'm sure she
wouldn't mind if I tell you.

- Oh I'm sure she
wouldn't, Mrs. Greene.

Thank you.

- I thought we were
gonna be alone.

- We are.

They hear nothing
unless I tell them to.

- Can you get the money?

- The money is not the question,

the question is how
much did Pearson talk

before he took that fall.

- Oh he didn't say anything.

- How do you know?

- I know.

- So, where is the blueprint?

- Oh you'll get it.

As soon as I get
an even million.

- A million?

That wasn't part of the deal.

- Ever hear of
supply and demand?

I'm the only supplier.

So I can demand whatever I want.

- I don't need a lesson
in economics from you.

- Do I get my million?

- Agreed.

- I'll call you later and tell
you when and where to meet.

- You are not an honorable man.

- Where does honor get you?

I spent 10 years
throwing crumballs into jail,

and they'd walk right out again.

They'd get richer,
I'd get poorer.

Honor.

- Those tires.

They're regulation issue, I've
got the same kind on my car.

That plaster cast was
taken from a police car.

- What? Why?

- That's what we're
gonna find out.

- Are you saying Karen
was killed by a cop?

- I am saying that Kennedy
knew what the plaster cast was

when we talked
to him in the office.

- Anything else?

- Your contact said
that Karen and Reed

were working on a very sensitive
industrial espionage case,

right out of the Chief's office.

- That's right.

- It's beginning to smell
more and more like a coverup.

The question is, of what.

Sorry.

- I had orders from the Chief's
office on this one, Hooker.

- Yes, I know.

- They ordered me to go
through the entire charade

if you showed up, I
did not want to do it.

- You had no choice, I know.

I do, let's go.

- I'm sorry, Hooker.

- Any way you slice it,
Herb, the clock is ticking.

And the next few
hours are critical.

- Yeah, the only fly in
the ointment is Hooker.

- Chief!

- If it was up to me, I'd...

This is the chief, what
do you think you're...

- It's all right, Herb.

Same old Hooker.

I've got an office,

don't you believe in
making appointments?

- What for, you knew I'd
be along sooner or later.

- I was hoping
it would be later.

- I want to talk to you
about Karen Remy.

She's alive, isn't she?

- Yes, she is.

- Why the charade?

- Let's take a
little walk, Hooker.

Check with me later, Herb.

- You're running long on
an empty tank, Hooker.

Watch out.

- It's a long story,
but I have the feeling

you've put most of the
pieces together already.

- Is she OK?

- Let me assure you she's safe.

She's at my own beach cottage.

- Department phonied
up Karen's death.

Why?

To protect her from Reed?

- You always were a good
cop, Hooker, you got it.

Somewhere along the
line, Reed went dirty.

- So Reed used Pearson's
setup for his own score.

- That's it.

The FBI asked us in,
and Karen and Reed

were assigned to work with them.

This high-technological
theft is big business.

You don't have
to look for buyers.

- Reed killed Pearson
to shut him up.

- It looks that way.

- Why don't you bring him in?

- He's gone underground.

- How did Karen
fit into all this?

- She caught on that Reed
was setting up his own deal.

There were some
special high-tech blueprints

worth a fortune.

Reed asked her if she wanted in.

- And she told him to stuff it.

- She did better than that.

Came to my office
and gave me the story.

It wouldn't take
Reed long to catch on,

and when he did, well
she was a deadwoman.

I decided to beat him to
it, figuratively speaking.

May have been a bad idea.

- She's alive.

- I was told how
you felt about her.

Sorry to put you
through that wringer.

Would you like to talk to her?

- I'd like that.

- Come on.

Wait out here.

An hour ago, the man
who took the blueprints

was found dead,
and no blueprints.

You want to stay on this case?

- All the way.

- Hello Karen?

Yes.

Somebody wants to talk to you.

- Karen.
- Hooker.

So good to hear your voice.

- It's better to hear yours.

- I wanted to tell
you but I couldn't.

Well, you're gonna
have to make it up to me.

- Oh, any ideas?

- Yeah, I've plenty of them,

but we're going to
have to talk about it later.

Right now I want
to talk about Reed.

- What do you want to know?

- The Chief filled in what I
hadn't already dug up myself.

All except, where Reed
would set up the payoff.

Any ideas?

- He wanted me to go with him.

- Yes, I know.

Did he have a plan?

- His boat, he wanted
to sail it to Mexico.

Does it have a name?

- The 10-2.

- 10-2.

So that's what the note
on your calendar meant.

Where does he keep the boat?

- Sea dock, Sunny Coast Marina.

- OK.

Now Karen, think carefully.

Is there any place you know

that would seem a
logical location for him

to set up this meeting?

- We met a contact a couple
of times close to the pier.

Right next to the slip
where he docks the 10-2.

- I know it.

I'll call you when I get back.

- Oh no, I want
in on this bust too,

I'll be there in 10 minutes.

- Karen.

Chief, call her back.

I'll fill you in later.

Keep an eye out for Karen.

And keep her with you.

I'm going on board.

Cover me.

- Oh Hooker, thank
god you're here.

Look out!

- There he is.

- Where's Hooker?

- I don't know, but we
better take these guys.

Police, freeze!

Get on the ground.

- We're moving.

- I think John
intends to drop us off

in some very deep water.

- Get down here.

- Jump, come on!

Throw the bag!

Come on, throw it!

- Stop!

Get down, get down!

- Little fish, big pond.

- To you.

- To us.

- To us.

- We're still a great team.

- Oh, boy.

- Hooker.

Did I make a mistake
walking away from you?

- You did what you
thought was right.

- Yeah, but I definitely made
a mistake with John Reed.

- That's past history.

- What matters is that
we're together again, right?

- Do you think so?

- You know, that's
something that you do

that has always irritated me.

- What?

- That, answering a question
with another question.

The only people who
do that are shrinks and...

- Cops, right?

- You did it again.

- I did?
- Ooh!