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- Commissioner Crenshaw
killed his old lady.

Whoever gets this
case is ruined.

- Good luck, good
hunting, and goodbye.

- Oh look on the
bright side McCall.

- There is no
bright side buster.

What are you so afraid
of Commissioner?

- I've got people I can call!

The two of up on a trial board.

You're both suspended
without pay!

- Well let's do it anyway.

- I'll have to cuff ya.

- Now the fun begins.

- Works for me.

- There we go.
- Thank you.

- There you go, one
more, come to the net.

- Let's go, bend
your knees more.

Let's go.

That's good, that's good.

That's much better.

Heads up.

Take shorter steps.

You're looking sloppy out here.

Your feet are
dragging, oh that's it.

That's it, good.

Nice easy stroke.

That's it.

- Larry, could you
move your car please?

- The keys are
already in it, honey!

Just pull it on over, will ya?

Ha!

- Here, take this.

You're not concentrating.

- Yeah, yeah, I got it.

- We got head on a
real hot grounder, man,

and the officer who gets
this one is gonna be

grilled and grilled.

- Come on Smitty, it
can't be that bad.

Well the Commissioner's
wife just got exploded

in the Commissioner's car.

- I won't make my pension.

I got three official 608
complaints last year.

- You think maybe the
Commissioner did her in?

- Now don't take
this personally, sir,
Mr. Commissioner,

but where were you when
your wife got gonzoed?

Whoever gets this
case is ruined.

- A full day.

Good morning,
where is everybody?

Last time I saw it like
this, the mayor's kid sister

disappeared.

Oh no.

We got a career breaker here?

- Yeah, Commissioner
Crenshaw killed his own lady.

- Okay.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute, Ortega.

We don't know that.

Now you know, it coulda
been somebody else.

Coulda been the
butler or something.

- Well 68% of all the
homicides involving husband

and a wife, it's the spouse
who committed the crime.

Now we got a 68% chance
that the Commissioner

whacked his old lady.

- If I get this case, it's over.

I mean no one officer should
get stuck with two career

breakers in one year.

- Yeah.

Hey, I wonder who
Cain's gonna give it to.

- Hunter, I've got
something new for you.

The Crenshaw case.

I know you and McCall will
conduct an absolutely scrupulous

investigation of this homicide.

Good luck, good
hunting, and goodbye.

- Well at least I'm
in the right room.

McCall, we got it.

You can come out now
girls, it's safe.

- Hello.

- Why didn't you hide Hunter?

- I was in the men's room.

What'd you want me to do?

Climb up in a vent?

I'm too big.

Hey Hunter, can I have
your desk and your locker?

- There's no way I'm
on this one, Hunter.

Cain's finally managed
to pull our plug.

- Well look on the
bright side, McCall.

- There is no
bright side buster.

I've met Commissioner Crenshaw.

He took me to lunch once.

- Oh that eases my mind some.

Nice guy, is he?

I hope.

- It was when I
made detective grid.

The purpose of the
lunch was to find out

how I liked being a lady
cop, and then we moved on

to the wine tasting and
the heavy breathing.

- Oh no, he took a shot at ya?

- Well it has been
known to happen, Hunter.

- He's a player who's
probably playing around

on his wife.

She found out about it, he
decided to eliminate her.

That's in your detective's
manual under "Favorite Motives."

Hey chief.

- Not right now please.

I just got here.

I'll have a statement
for ya later.

Hey sergeant!

- No comment.
- Not now, please.

- Nothing.
- A little later.

I have an investigation.

You have anything at this time?

- No, no, no.

Nothing, no, no, no, no.

I wanted to see you
before you went in to talk

to Commissioner Crenshaw.

I don't want you to forget
the man's under a great stress

at the moment.

I don't want you to
add to that stress.

A little later please?

Please.

- We may have to ask
him some questions.

- Can't that wait?

- No, I'm afraid it can't.

Lady, would you get this
out of my face right now?

Right now.

Officer, officer,
move these people out.

Officer please could
you clear out this area?

Later.

Connie and Larry Crenshaw
are, were, two of my dearest

friends.

I don't have to tell
you that I'm gonna be

looking into every
aspect of this case.

I'll be like a shadow
hanging over your desk.

- Well I'll try not
to let that interfere

with the way I carry out
my investigation, sir.

- Sergeant, one phone
call and I can have you

doing a straight eight on
a foot beat on Skid Row.

Larry, these officers have
to ask you a few questions.

I hope you don't mind.

- Alright.
- We'll go in the living room,

make this as quick and
as painless as possible.

- He's pretty upset.

- What happened to his hands.

- Well he scorched em'
pretty bad trying to get

the burning car door open.

Look, his tennis
coach is still here.

His name is Lance Lane.

I'll held him for you.

- Lance Lane?

- Wait till you see him.

The guy looks like a Lance Lane.

He was here when
the car went up.

It's a mess, I don't think
the crime lab's gonna get much

of anything.

Did you see Commissioner
Crenshaw's hands?

Were they badly burned?

- No he had em' wrapped
when I got here.

It's too bad you guys
got this grounder.

No win, huh?

- I was getting tired
of police work anyway,

gonna get a fishing boat
and move to Florida,

pick up girls.

- Why was she driving his car?

- Well he says she was just
moving it out of the way

so she could get her car out.

He was down taking a tennis
lesson from cutie pie.

- Commissioner Crenshaw?

I'm sergeant Hunter,
this is sergeant McCall.

I'm very sorry about the
death of your wife, sir.

She was just moving it, my car,

and then Lance and
I, we heard it.

I mean, all the things you plan,

as if nothing were
ever going to happen.

We were planning on having
lunch this afternoon,

then going to the
mayor's party tonight,

and this morning we
were sitting there

talking about Jill's
graduation from Vassar.

And then, I'm sorry.

I'm rambling.

- Well sergeant McCall's gonna
ask you some questions sir.

- I want you to find
out who killed my wife.

It isn't, well, I mean,
they were after me.

It was my car.

There'd been threats.

- You had threats on your life?

- Yes.

- How many?

How long ago?

- Two since Tuesday.

No, it was Wednesday night,
about a half an hour apart.

- Did you report these threats
on your life to somebody?

- No.

- Why not?

- What the hell is
that supposed to mean?

- I'm just asking why,
when threats were made

on your life, you didn't
report it to somebody?

- I didn't take them seriously.

- Larry, are you alright?

- I'm a little tired, yeah.

- Look, Hunter?

Maybe you'd like to talk
to the tennis coach.

I'll finish up here.

Commissioner, you remember me?

- Sure, well I'm
afraid I'm not sure.

I meet so many police officers.

- Yes, I'm calling about
Commissioner Crenshaw's tuxedo

for tonight.

Didn't he rent one?

Yes.

No.

My mistake.

Thanks.

You Mr. Lane?

- Lance Lane.

I'm Larry's tennis coach.

- Did you see anything?

- No, I was giving Mr.
Crenshaw his lesson.

- You mean Larry?

- What?

Well you just called him Larry.

- Him, Larry.

I was giving him his
lesson and Connie wanted to

move his car, and
the keys were in it.

- Oh how do you know that?

- Larry told her to move it
herself, the keys were in it.

We were having our lesson.

- You got any idea why the
Commissioner parked his car

behind his wife's, when he
could have just as easily put

it in the garage?

- What is this?

- This is a homicide
investigation Lance.

Sometimes we ask a lot
of tiresome questions.

- Well, I don't have any idea.

Look, can I go?

I got other people to teach.

- You're taking this
pretty hard, aren't ya?

Hang in there Lance.

The grief will pass with time.

- I hardly knew her.

- Okay, leave your number
and address with the officer

at the gate.

Oh Mr. Lane, what's
your real name?

I mean before you changed it.

- I'm sorry?

- Well Lance Lane
sounds like it came out

of a casting directory.

Who were you before you
changed it to Lance Lane?

- Well I...

- I can French ya and run it,
cause me a lot of problems,

get me to thinking and all.

Sometimes it's just
best to cooperate.

- I was born Teddy Shineberg.

- Okay, see you around.

Oh Teddy?

Did you see who wrapped the
Commissioner's burned hands?

- I think he did it himself.

- Alright.

Please, I would
like to lie down.

- Sergeant McCall
that's enough for now.

There's no reason this can't
be postponed til later.

- Excuse me, I got some ointment
from the doctor outside.

Let me take a look at
those hands Commissioner.

- Kenny, can you
please make this end?

I'm feeling a little ill.

- Certainly.

Sergeant Hunter, sergeant
McCall, would you please come

outside with me?

- I understand you left
the keys to your car

in the ignition.

Is that something you
usually do Commissioner?

Perhaps you did
hear me sergeant.

I heard you, it's just
that I'm on kind of a roll

right now.

- You get outside
right now sergeant!

Don't make me say it again.

- Kicked out of port.

- I got a chance to take his
hand and squeeze it slightly.

No flinch, so I don't think
he was burned too badly.

- Want my cop's hunch?

- Think he did it?

- Why would a guy leave
the keys in his car,

and the car parked there
would have to be moved,

when it would be just
as easy to put the car

in the garage?

- I don't know,
that's pretty thin.

- Well I got another piece
that's a little bit more solid.

He had a black tie
dinner to go to tonight.

There was no tuxedo
in his closet.

So I called the tux
shop that's listed

in his telephone book.

He didn't rent one.

- So he knew she was
going to be dead,

why would he go to a party?

Why would he bother
to rent a tux?

- Bingo.

- I thought you said Lance
claimed he hardly knew her.

- Right.

- Well if you go
back in her calendar,

she was taking a tennis
lesson from him every Friday.

- Looks like our friend Lance
Lane made a little boo-boo.

- I guess the sexual revolution
hasn't made it to that table

over there.

I like your purse, big fella.

What do you got
in that checkbook?

- Oh mostly checks made
out to cash, market,

stuff like that.

There are three large amounts
made out to Manny Roth though.

Two for 500, one for a thousand.

Could be worth checking out.

She was headed
at 25277 Wilshire Boulevard.

Wanna hit that place first?

- Might as well.

- My purse!

Stole my purse!

- Whew!

- How do they expect
me to pay for my lunch?

25277 Wilshire Boulevard
is a lawyer's office.

- Lawyers.

Maybe they were going
to do her taxes?

Or their divorce.

We'll never get anything
out of her attorney

unless we get creative.

- Like, "Hey, I work over
at the Hancock drug counter.

You know, it's across the street
from like a Commissioner's

office, see?

And like I'm all the time seeing
Mr. Crenshaw come in there

with this blonde with
the split ends, you know?

So I said to Mrs.
Crenshaw, hey honey,

I think that this Mr. C has
been messing around on you,

you know."

So anyway like I said
to Mrs. Crenshaw,

"Look honey, it's fine.

I'll come down and, you
know, make a statement

or something, whatever you want.

It's no problem."

We're not working on the
Crenshaw divorce action

any longer, because Mrs.
Crenshaw was killed earlier

this morning.

It was on the radio.

- Ain't life a peach pit.

- Just what the hell
is going on here?

- Mrs. Crenshaw asked
this woman to come in

and be deposed on
the divorce case.

I just told her about
Mrs. Crenshaw's death.

- I demand to see
your identification.

- I'm real hungry, Ace.

I'm sure you're gonna
stop all this demanding,

unless you plan on
growing five or six inches

in the next two
or three seconds.

Come on Ceil, honey, these
aren't very nice people.

No kidding, let me get my purse.

So the loving couple was
getting a divorce, huh?

The Commissioner sort of forgot
to tell us that this morning

when we were over there.

Yeah, well maybe he was
just a little too upset.

- Yeah, perhaps.

- Tell you what, I
think we oughta find out

what all these checks
to Manny Roth are for.

- Yeah, it's either that
or early retirement.

- Huh.

Manny Roth, I remember this guy.

He was an accounts
receivable specialist

for Bad Bob Austin.

- The loan shark?

- Yeah, he used to be a cash
register with a baseball bat.

He once killed a guy
collecting a 100 dollar loan.

He's not gonna be
easy to talk to.

He lacks a cooperative spirit.

- How about a little
good cop, bad cop?

I'll be the bad cop.

- I've had five partners,
and every time we've played

good cop, bad cop,
I was the bad cop.

That's sorta my thing.

I do a great bad cop.

- You mean you used
to do a great bad cop.

This time you're
gonna do the good cop.

- The hell I am.

- The hell you aren't.

- Don't tell me.

You two are a couple of
oinkers from downtown,

but I aint done nothing.

So shove off.

Let's get something
straight right now, Manny.

I haven't got any
sense of humor,

I live to hassle bums like you.

You want some trouble from me?

I'll park outside this
little rat hole of yours

and I'll start
spending your cash.

I will light you up on
fire red, access codes,

you name it.

I'm gonna find it.

- Calm down, McCall.

Well where does this bag
of wind get off calling us

oinkers, huh?

I think we oughta cut this
ball of thorn down to size.

You'll have to
excuse my partner,

she's had a tough week.

We're here to check up on a
client of yours, Mrs. Crenshaw?

Dee Dee, could I have
a few minutes here?

Would you wait for me
in the unit, please?

- That's real cute, the
way you two do this.

I don't talk to pigs.

Now get outta here before
I call my attorney.

- I don't think you scared him.

Wanna trade?

- I'm not through yet.

- I told you to get outta here.

I said get outta here!

- I'm the best friend
you've got in this room.

So maybe you better talk to me.

- Are you insane?

- That's a possibility.

Now Mrs. Crenshaw hired
you to do something.

Why don't you start from there?

She's had her two
practice swings Manny.

Now she's gonna
try it out on you.

That used to be your
specialty, didn't it Manny?

Busting guys with that thing?

- Just let me go, will ya?

Let me go.

- Now Mrs. Crenshaw
hired you to follow

the Commissioner, right,
because she thought he was

having an affair?

- She didn't want
her husband followed.

She wanted me to follow
his tennis coach.

- Why?

She told me she was
having an affair with him.

Tennis coach was
in love with her,

she tried to break it off,
the guy goes all nuts,

starts saying he's
gonna kill her husband.

- Go on.

- I followed the
guy for a few weeks,

seemed to calm down okay.

That was that.

Mrs. Crenshaw was killed
this morning, Manny.

That makes this a
homicide investigation,

and as the two
oinkers on this case,

you try to leave town, and we're
gonna do the ham hock polka

on top of your head.

- It's the truth, I swear.

- Manny, if you get
that urge to leave town,

fight it real hard, okay?

So what do you wanna do?

We got two choices.

We can stake out our
beloved Commissioner.

- Bad career move, but
maybe the right one.

Or we can sit on Lance
Lane, see what he's doing

when he's not serving up
those furry little white balls

to people in tailored shorts.

Well, if we decide to
let the Commissioner drift

and camp out on Lance,
would that make us

chicken-hearted scaredy cats?

- Yeah, but let's do it anyway.

Hey, there, he's leaving.

Well here's a piece
of luck Hunter,

your car's gonna
fit right in here.

- There's my boy.

I do have something for you.

Something for me?

- I get that first.

What you doing?

- Manny.

- Stop, police!

- I want my attorney now!

- Shut up.

You know what's
going on around here?

- I'm lost.

I admit it.

- You don't seem to
get the point Hunter.

I don't care what
you McCall think.

The case is closed,
the killer is dead,

and all the pieces fit.

- No they don't.

It just doesn't
quite track for me.

- Well it tracks for me.

Lance Lane was
jealous of Connie,

he wanted to marry her,
and he planned to get rid

of her husband.

So he tried to kill
the Commissioner,

and he got Connie by mistake.

Manny Roth confirms it.

He is giving his
statement right now.

- Well we think Manny's lying.

I said it tracks for me Hunter!

- Then what was Manny
doing in a junkyard

handing an envelope
over to Lance?

It looked like he expected
a payoff, maybe blackmail,

but then Lance
tried to kill Manny.

Why?

What did Manny have on Lance?

- Manny Roth said
there was no envelope.

You two said there
was, so where is it?

- Lance and it burned
up in the junkyard.

- Oh, excuse me all to hell.

Lance and the envelope
burned up, that's great.

- Don't close the case captain.

Leave it open.

- Commissioner
Crenshaw wants closed.

- So tell him to sit on his hat.

This is our case.

Commissioner Crenshaw
killed his wife.

- You didn't hear?

Because she was running
around with Lance Lane.

He put the dynamite underneath
the hood of his own car,

parked his car where his
wife would have to move it.

- Why?

Because she was
getting a divorce.

- Says who?

- She was seeing a divorce
attorney by the name of Shriver.

We could subpoena his files.

You'll never get that
paper through the system.

There is not a judge in
this town that'll sign

that subpoena.

Attorney/client files are
privileged information.

It's a community property state.

If she divorces him, she
gets half his net worth.

Now I ran it through
Dun & Bradstreet,

he's worth 20 million dollars.

I think 10 million bucks
is pretty good motive.

Okay, so if Commissioner
Crenshaw killed his wife,

like you two say he did.

Why was Manny Roth
blackmailing Lance,

who hasn't got 20 million bucks?

Seems to me Manny Roth
would be blackmailing

Commissioner Crenshaw.

You gotta way to explain that?

You're right, it doesn't
seem to make any sense.

- This case is off the sheet.

Lance Lane did the murder.

Lance Lane is dead.

We move on.

You got that?

Are you quite clear on that?

- Yeah.

Well I hear you two did
some fine police work.

I just can't believe that
Lance tried to kill me.

- Neither can we.

- Excuse me!

Excuse me, I thought that,
well Lance did kill my wife.

I thought the case was closed.

- That's just 'cause you had
the juice to get it closed,

Commissioner, we both
know who killed your wife.

It wasn't Lance.

What exactly are
you insinuating?

- We got questions, lots of em.

Like, why didn't you rent a
tuxedo for the mayor's party?

- What?

- You had a black
tie dinner to go to,

and you didn't rent a tuxedo,
and that's because you knew

your wife was gonna be
dead, and a man doesn't go

to a black tie dinner
on the night his wife

has been murdered.

- Are you out of
your mind sergeant?

I resent this
entire conversation.

- What are you so
afraid of Commissioner?

- That is it!

The two of you are
up on a trial board.

You are both
suspended without pay!

Leave your shields
and your weapons

with the watch commander.

- You know captain, you're
always talking about the system,

how impartial it is.

Well this scum ball blew
his wife halfway to Tarzana,

and just because he's the
mayor's tennis partner,

or some damn thing,
we have to back off.

Forget it Hunter, you're
wasting your breath.

- Oh there's a
piece of good news,

not burned at all.

Nice working with ya.

- Get back to work!

Get back to work!

- I fed the cops a phony story.

Told him your old lady
hired me to follow Lance

because she was
afraid he was jealous,

and he might kill you.

Kept the heat off of
you, Mr. big shot.

You had your boy try to kill me.

- Well I don't have to sit
here and put up with all this.

- Hey, Magoo.

It's a whole new game.

It don't make no difference
that Lance is dead.

You and him killed your wife,
and I've got the pictures

that tell why.

You set it up in payments.

100 thousand a month.

I'll call you, let
you know how and when.

- I'm not gonna let you
pressure me forever.

I want the negatives.

- See blackmail is an art.

It's an art, like,
Chinese water painting.

Sure, you squeeze too
hard, you kill the patient,

but I'm very good.

I squeeze just hard enough,
so you'd always rather pay

than face the heat.

- I'll go to the police.

I'll confess.

- Wanna bet?

His wife owed me for
the last two weeks.

He's gonna pay me later.

- Oh and you had to meet
in the bottom of the garage

to discuss that, huh?

- Yeah, you got that
part real solid honey.

- Get used to it.

We're going wherever you go,
taking pictures and writing it

down.

- We'll send you copies
if they come out.

- You two are suspended.

Oh I know, but
we love this city,

and we hate injustice.

So this was on the house.

- Should we follow him?

No I think he's gonna go
home and try to figure out

what to do next.

Lance's funeral is today,
I think we should go.

- Why?

- Well you know em' by
the company they keep.

I think we can find
out about Lance.

- Let's go.

Isn't that Mark Leland?

- Well, well, if it isn't the
prince of the chicken hunt?

He's probably here to
spit on the coffin.

- Let me handle this.

Mark.

Well what do we
have here a rat woman,

and her drooling
companion, rat fink.

I didn't know that Lance
was one of your boys.

- I don't talk to cops.

- Hey look, I could arrange
to have a black and white

parked outside one of
your little bathhouses

for a couple of weeks.

That would play
hell with business.

Lance is dead, I don't
think there's much more

any of us can do to him.

I gave him his tennis
lessons, I paid for them.

- Huh, that was nice.

So Lance was one of your boys.

- Yes, years ago
when he was younger.

- Oh, you mean like about 16?

- You never understood
us sergeant.

You've got all your
bourgeois Calvinistic

supremacy hang-ups.

- I don't need sermon from you.

You sell 16 year old boys to
wealthy old men for money.

That doesn't make you a
freedom fighter, just a pimp.

- In God's eyes,
we're all equal.

- I'll bet you the boss
sees it real different.

- Are you through with
this sergeant McCall?

- For a while anyway.

- That's the missing
piece, isn't it?

Lance is gay.

- I bet you Commissioner
Crenshaw is gay.

He and Lance were
having an affair,

Mrs. Crenshaw hired Manny Roth
to follow the Commissioner,

and he got some nice,
juicy shots on him.

- Mrs. Crenshaw files for
divorce, he's gonna name Lance

co-respondent.

The Commissioner's life is
financially and socially ruined,

so he and Lance
kill Mrs. Crenshaw.

- And Manny Roth, in
pure slime city fashion,

makes an extra set of
prints, and he's got

a blackmail scheme.

- Yeah, it works for me, but
it's only circumstantial.

Oh, I'd sure like to have
a set of those photographs.

- Hell, you?

I feel sorry for the guy.

- Yeah.

Which one, Lance or
the Commissioner?

- Lance, to come to LA
looking for glitter,

and some slug life, Mark
Leland, gets a hold of him,

he corrupts him, and then
it's just one slip and slide

from here to there.

Well you can't change
what's in people Dee Dee.

- I just get tired of throwing
garbage out into the wind

and watching it blow back.

- I've got a theory about that.

You see there's this
little hole up here,

and if you shovel it just right,

you get one or two pieces
to drop down into it

and stay down, and that's
what we're trying to do.

Isn't it?

Get those one or two
pieces to stay down?

I'd sure like to
get Mark Leland.

- He's pretty smart.

- Well I tell you what, let's
blow this little spitball

back at the Commissioner
and see what happens, huh?

- Works for me.

- You missed Lance's
funeral, Commissioner.

- Get off my car!

- Pretty nice service
too, if you get past

all the male hustlers,
pimps, and chicken hearts.

- I don't know what
you're talking about!

Oh come on Commissioner,
it's the 1980s.

Time to accept your
feelings, come to terms

with what they are.

More ways are changing
and so is the law.

There's nothing to be afraid
of or ashamed of anymore.

I think you should have
faced it and dealt with it,

instead of killing
your wife to hide it.

- Leave me alone!

Just leave me the hell alone!

I've got people I can call!

You can't do this to me!

You simply cannot!

- Sure we can.

I think this guy's
coming unwrapped.

I'll watch him, you take Manny.

- You know I kinda
feel funny about this,

but I still can't
forget Connie Crenshaw.

- Yeah, she's in the ground,
and all she tried to do

was get out of a bad marriage.

- Yeah, I'll be on channel 70.

- Captain Cain, please.

- Hiya boys?

- You're under arrest, Hunter,
obstruction of justice.

- Obstruction of justice?

Cain says to charge you with it

until he can come up
with something better.

You packing sergeant?

- Yeah.
- The gun please.

I'll have to cuff ya.

- Well, I guess I
underestimated him.

- I tell ya, they know
absolutely all of it.

Now I've got to
have those pictures.

I have to know that
they're destroyed.

- You been to the bank?

You got the money?

- I've got it, but I cannot
just buy one picture at a time.

I've got to destroy them all.

- I'll tell you what, bring
the money and we'll see.

Maybe I'll have a
change of heart,

and Commissioner, I got
friends who love me,

and will open an envelope
and send it to the DA

if I don't come home to dinner.

You try one more stunt like
you did with pretty boy,

I'll triple the price,
and I'll sink you man.

- I'll be alone.

Where?

- Alright there's a
warehouse at 2200 Broadview,

belongs to my cousin.

You go out there
right now and wait.

- I took you off the case.

I suspended you.

- I've got the motive, I've
got the missing pieces.

- You disobey every
direct order I give you.

- I'm a cop.

- Well what do you think I am?

- Well you're a politician.

- I'm, I'm, what
did you call me?

- You heard me.

I'm sorry Rick, I was in court.

I got here as soon as I could.

What is it this time?

- Well I was minding
my own business,

listening to the radio, and
Cain rolls two black and whites

and has me arrested.

- After I gave you a direct
order to close this case.

You disobeyed my direct order!

I'm not under your command sir.

You suspended me, remember?

What the charge
against my client?

Just for the record.

- Obstructing justice.

- Come on, captain.

If you closed the case
there's nothing to obstruct.

- Damn straight.

- I don't like being
threatened by attorneys.

- Captain, what you like or
don't like interests me not

in the least.

Now if you try and lay a
specious charge on my client,

I will have you in court so
fast, you'll think I'll did it

with Marin.

- Go get em' Gale.

- Hey Hunter!

Don't make things any worse.

Just be quiet.

Here are some precedence of
obstructing justice cases

in this state.

Lyle versus Long Beach PD,

Salmerman versus the San
Diego District Attorney,

the Crup Mitchell defense,
it's circled in red.

Kinda heavy reading, but
the decision is a monster.

So here we are captain, the
old fish or cut bait moment.

Pick a strategy.

- Get outta here, Hunter.

I set your trial
board for Tuesday.

You and McCall will
be heard together.

- Hunter there has
gotta be an easier way.

- Yeah, thanks for
blowing him back for me.

That was good old Crup
Mitchell decision,

never heard of it.

I made it up, he looked
like he was teetering.

Crup is my butcher, Mitchell
runs the produce counter.

- You're my kinda lady lawyer.

- Hunter this McCall channel 70.

Hunter, this is
McCall, channel 70.

There's a situation brewing.

- McCall, this is Hunter.

Where are you?

- Get a move on Hunter,
it's going down.

You're close, I'm at a
warehouse at 2200 Broadview.

I'm going in.

- I'm on my way.

- You have the pictures?

- You came prepared, I see.

Look, we're both tough guys.

If I die, you fry.

So don't get any ideas.

- How do I know you
didn't make copies?

- Well, it's always a
tough one to answer, Larry.

I guess if I call you in a
month and ask for more money,

you'll know I made another set.

And if I don't call you,
you'll know I didn't.

- I don't believe
there is any letter.

I think you're working
strictly by yourself.

So I think I'm gonna take a
chance and call your bluff.

- Larry.

- I'm gonna finish you.

I don't need to live like this.

- Freeze, police!

- Who's shooting at whom?

- I think it's a free for all.

- Works for me.

- Ah!

Ah!

I give up.

Look here, look
here, look at it.

- Turn around.

- Hey.

- I can give you money.

Lots of it.

Nobody will ever know.

This is corny and I even
feel stupid saying it,

but I'd know, Commissioner.

- Besides the best things in
life are free, Commissioner.

Or are they?

- I canceled the trial board.

I've had you reinstated,
including back pay.

- Thank you Captain.

We're never gonna be
eating off the same plate,

'cause we don't see
the job the same way.

- Look captain, you know
I was thinking about...

I am talking, you wanna shut up?

What I'm trying to say is I
was wrong about this case,

but I was not wrong
about you two.

You got lucky, and
you saved your butts,

but that doesn't
change anything.

Yeah?

He did?

I'll be right there.

Well that's the big chief,
I gotta get upstairs.

Should we clear watch, captain?

- Yeah, yeah.

Fine, fine.

You got the call, you take it.

I'm not going over there.

That joint's a sewer man.

- I didn't get the call Ortega.

You were sitting
at Hunter's desk

and it was transferred to you.

- Okay then Hunter's
got the call.

Hey Hunter, you're up.

Hey listen, I don't wanna
sound like I'm ducking

or anything, but every
time I used to work vice,

I got the heebie jeebies when
I went over to that place.

- What's the problem Ortega?

- We got another
grounder, Mark Leland,

the guys who runs
these bathhouses,

he shot one of his clients.

A fight over one of those
boys that work over there.

The blues don't want
it on their desk.

They want a homicide dick
over there on the double.

- I don't believe this.

The timing is perfect.

This is too good to be true.

- Don't worry about it guys.

We'll take it.

No job is too
scummy and all that.

We're here to serve
this community.

- You want this grounder?

Mhm.

- Okay this time we do it right.

We observe every technicality,
we read Leland his rights.

I'll bring the shovel.

What the hell you talking about?

- We shovel garbage, Tony.

See there's this
little hole out there,

and if you shovel it just
right, Leland is gonna drop

right down in that hole.

- Works for me.

- Those two guys are weird.

- No, that's just the head
Hunter, and the brass cupcake,

and they make their
own kind of music.

This is L56, Hunter and
McCall, mid watch clear.

L56, mid watch clear.