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- How come guys like you
always get out, Gatlin?

I just watched a kid turn
to spit on the sidewalk.

So long as the kid died,
Gatlin goes free, huh?

I didn't kill Gatlin.

I knocked the guy into
a plate of spaghetti.

- I have no choice but to
remand you the county lockup.

Well I hear you're still
looking for a new partner.

- Not anymore, Bernie.

- To the start of a
wonderful relationship.

- So when are they springin' me?

- When you leave here,

it'll be in pieces.

- I'm buyin'.

We'll go someplace real

cheap and greasy.

What's the matter,
not enough grease?

- I am not depressed and angry.

- All this red tape
and antiquated systems

are not gonna sit well with me

if Hunter winds up dead!

- No, Arch!

- "An okay guy for a warden.

"Anyway, take care
of yourself, Ricky.

"Visit your mother.

"All the best,

"Uncle Leo."

- Did I ever meet Uncle Leo?

Isn't he that bookie?

- He's a flasher.

- What?

- A flasher.

Trench coat artist.

On the day he was arrested,

he was outside a lingerie shop

announcing bargains.

- With no pants on?

- Did a hell of a
business that day, too.

- Yeah, I bet they did.

- What's over there?

I'm Sgt. Hunter,
this is Sgt. McCall.

What happened here?

Sergeant, I'm so
glad you're here.

I'm the principal.

They just never learn.

You talk 'til your
blue in the face

and it doesn't matter.

- What, he OD on something?

- The kids say that he
just smoked a joint.

- Maybe a joint laced with PCP.

- Does anybody here know
where this kid buys his dope?

Look, if somebody's selling
bad dope, I need a name.

- Hunter, you sure do
have a way with kids.

- Look, I'm sorry,

but my dad's at work and

I can't let anyone in.

- Maddy, we're police officers.

We want to talk to you about
what happened to Billy.

Here's our badges, you can
call the precinct if you want.

- Maddy, I'd like...

Maddy, we need to know
where Billy got his stuff.

- Perfect!

He's lying in a
hospital bed dying

and you care about
is making a bust!

- What we care about is the
next person this happens to.

Look, Maddy, you don't
want to spend all day

crying your eyes out for Billy

and then go back
to school tomorrow

and see another
one of your friends

wind up crippled or dead.

Maddy,

you have to let us help you.

To help Billy.

- We don't need your help.

- Well you need somebody's.

- Hunter.

- Look,

if I wanted this kind of talk,

I think I'll just
wait for my dad.

- Maybe I understand
better than your dad.

- I don't think so!

My dad understands it all.

I had a brother who
died from a drug overdose.

- Why did he do it?

Why did he sell us that stuff?

- Who, Maddy?

Look, if I can't keep you
kids from using drugs,

maybe at least I can keep
you from dying from using it.

Now where did
Billy get his dope?

- Rosco Gatlin.

- I thought you said
Gatlin was in jail.

Well he got out
on good behavior.

- I don't believe you.

You looked that kid
straight in the eye

and you lied like a rug.

You didn't have a brother.

Did you?

- Come on, get in.

We gotta pay Rosco
Gatlin a visit.

Guess who looks and smells
like yesterday's garbage

and is going back to
prison for the third time.

How come guys like you
always get out, Gatlin?

How come there's always a
loophole with your name on it?

You're the one that
oughta be watched, Hunter.

You and your justice
on the street.

- I just watched a kid turn
to spit on the sidewalk

and you know why?

- Come on, Hunter, just
arrest the guy and let's go.

- He can't arrest me.

You ain't got zip on me.

- Yes I do.

I've got one of the
kids you deal dope to.

And as soon as they put his
guts back inside of him,

he's gonna put you
away for 50 big ones.

- But I ain't afraid
of no school kid.

Well you better be afraid of me.

Because if you or
one of your flunkies

even breathes next to that kid,

I'm gonna personally rip your
lungs out through your ears.

Now finish your
lunch and let's go.

Red wine goes best with pasta.

- Hunter,

you really are insane,

aren't you?

- I wasn't that rough on him.

- You shoved him against a wall.

You nearly choked him to death.

Then threw him through a table.

That's not rough?

He pulled a gun on me, Skipper.

But when it was all
over, I served him wine.

Rosco Gatlin is the
biggest scumball

on the face of the earth.

Everybody knows that!

And somehow he has the
system working on his side.

He always manages to
spring himself loose,

and when he does,

innocent kids wind up dead.

- I would hardly call kids
who use marijuana innocent.

- Maybe not,

but the punishment sure
doesn't fit the crime.

He shouldn't have to
die for smokin' a joint.

- Well let's just hope this
boy survives so he can testify.

Because otherwise,

when Mr. Gatlin files
for false arrest,

you are on your own.

Thanks for the support, Captain.

- Any time.

- Let's get over to the hospital

and get a statement from that
kid as soon as he comes to.

- I think we oughta
expand our investigation

to include as many cases
as we can against Gatlin.

- Yeah, sure.

As long as we get
this one nailed down.

- Okay.
- Hunter.

Sorry about that kid dying.

- Unfortunately, Gatlin is
already back out on the street.

The DA refused to file
as soon as they found out

we lost our complainant.

So long as the kid died,
Gatlin goes free, huh?

- Hey, how about dinner, huh?

- I'm buyin'.

We'll go someplace real

cheap and greasy.

- No thanks, I
just wanna go home.

- And do what?

Just sit there and be
depressed and angry?

Come on, that's no good.

- I'm not depressed and angry.

- Sure.

- Hello?

Is anybody home?

Hi.

I'm really sorry to
bother you like this,

but my car just broke down
right in front of your door.

I was wondering,

could I use your phone
to call the auto club?

- Well, sure.

Do you have any
idea what happened?

- Yeah, the engine stopped.

I don't know, the
car won't budge.

- Yeah, well luckily for you,

I'm an expert on cars like that.

Let me take a look
at it first, okay?

- Oh, gee, thanks.

- I really appreciate this.
- You're welcome.

Yeah!

Car break down again?

- Good morning, Hunter.

- It's not morning, Bernie,
it's the middle of the night.

What are you doing here?
- Where's your piece, Hunter?

- It's in the holster on
the chair in the bedroom but

what's going on?

- Where's your backup?

- It's in the sock drawer,
top-left hand of the bureau.

What the hell is goin' on here?

- I always wanted to see

how someone like you
would choose to live.

It's very impressive, Hunter.

This is a search
warrant, Bernie.

- That's right, Hunter.

All signed, sealed
and delivered.

Stupid, Hunter.

Incredibly stupid.

You killed Rosco Gatlin
with your own damn gun?

I've heard you were
crazy, Sergeant.

I never realized
you were so stupid.

- Is that a question?

- No, we're all through
with questions, Hunter.

We're gonna turn your
butt right over to the DA!

- Didn't you locate the girl?

- Who, this girl?

- Yeah, I'm afraid not, Hunter.

It's awfully tough to locate
somebody who doesn't exist.

- Susan Crenshaw was
the name she used.

Now somebody must have seen us.

I worked on her car
for nearly an hour.

It must have been pretty
difficult, Sergeant,

since you were
downtown pumpin' a hole

in Rosco Gatlin's
forehead at the same time!

- Look, as soon as you guys

are finished playin'
fun and games,

let's get down to truth.

- The truth is you're lying!

You claim you were home
at the time of the murder,

but you didn't happen
to see the person

who you claim must have
come into your place,

stole your gun,

killed Gatlin and
then returned the gun?

- I didn't kill Gatlin.

I knocked the guy into
a plate of spaghetti.

I'll pick up his cleaning bill.

- Oh, I forgot.

You're not the kind of
guy that kills people.

No, you knock 'em
down and beat 'em up

in front of a dozen witnesses!

Witnesses who
describe you as being

totally out of
control, Sergeant!

- I was upset.

I was not out of control.

Look, ask my partner,
she was there.

- So Sgt. Hunter
grabbed Mr. Gatlin,

threw him into a table,

and then poured white
wine on his head, huh?

- Well, not all of that is true.

- What are the inaccuracies?

- Well, I mean most
of that's true.

It was red wine, not white.

Now listen here, Sergeant.

I have about had it...

- Hold it a minute,
hold it a minute.

Sgt. McCall,

when was the last time you
spoke with your partner?

- Around 6:30 as we
were leaving work.

- How would you describe
his frame of mind?

- He was quiet.

All he wanted to do was go
home and watch television.

- All he wanted to do was go
home and watch television?

As opposed to what?

- I had offered to
take him to dinner.

But he didn't want to go.

Did you make any
further attempts

to contact your
partner that evening?

- I called him.

At what time?

It was between
eleven and 11:30.

- What did you talk about?

- Nothing.

No one answered.

- So how'd it go,
what'd they ask ya?

- You'd think that after all
these years of asking questions

I'd know how to answer them.

- Why, what'd you
do, hang me in there?

No, I just told the truth.

Unfortunately, in this case,

the truth doesn't
look very good.

- The truth is I didn't
kill Rosco Gatlin.

- Of course you didn't.

It's just a matter of time
before they find out who did.

You'll never make it to
a preliminary hearing.

- The People vs. Hunter.

Sergeant, you will
return to this courtroom

this Thursday the 21st

when we will begin the
preliminary hearing

to see if you should be
bound over for felony trial.

In the meantime,

I have no choice but to
deny your request for bail

and remand you to
the county lockup.

- Well how about that?

- Yep.

- Well look what we got here.

- Surprise, surprise, surprise.

At first, after everyone
heard Gatlin was dead,

nobody could believe it.

He was a mean one.

You'd have to be a real fool

or a dead shot to
try to kill him.

I gotta admit,

the only one we could think of

that could do it
was Sgt. Hunter.

- He didn't do it, Sugar.

Hunter doesn't
kill in cold blood.

Hey, Dee Dee, I got no
gripes against the sarge.

He saved me from a couple
of broken arms one night

when I came in under quota.

If I can help,

that's okay with me.

- Word is Gatlin had
a pretty big supply

he was about to unload
the night he was killed.

I've heard the
same thing myself.

- Any word on whether
the buy went down?

- It didn't.

The buyer went home hungry
and the merchandise vanished.

Heard they tore Gatlin's
place apart looking for it.

Now everybody's dummied up.

- That means the guy
who killed Gatlin

could have stolen the stash

and is now looking for a buyer.

- Could be.

- Alright, I really need you

to keep your ears open
on this one, Sugar.

Hunter's gonna be in
that jail for 72 hours

and every guy in there's
gonna try for him.

- Hey, there, sweet thing!

Got a spare hour?

- I tell ya.

If you ever hit the streets,

you can get yourself
some really good bread.

A lot of money in my business.

- Yeah, but you got a
terrible health plan, honey.

See you later.
- Bye.

- You sure have been
doin' that a long time.

You tryin' to lose
weight or somethin'?

'Cause if you are
tryin' to lose weight,

you don't need to
bother exercisin'.

You'll know what I mean once
you eat that mess hall food.

Gives a whole new meaning
to the word "blecch."

So, you used to be a cop, huh?

I guess I don't have to tell you

not too many guys in this
place are very fond of cops.

I don't mind cops.

I ain't never had a bit
of trouble with the law

up until the day I
killed my accountant.

I didn't mean to kill him.

But he was cheatin' me.

I accidentally beat him to
death with my seven iron.

Don't get much of a chance
to play golf around here.

I think of bein' in
here as kind of a game.

I figure

if I survive,

I win the game.

And I know the only way
a little guy like me

could survive in
a place like this

is to try doin' things
for people, you know?

Gettin' things, anything.

Food, drugs, information.

You need somethin',

Archie O'Hare is the man
who can get it for you.

So,

is there somethin'
I can get for you?

Yeah, you can get me outta here.

- Would you settle for lunch?

- Chili dog?

- With or without cheese?

This way.

- Look.

I'm a cook here.

I got keys to the kitchen area.

There goes Hunter and
Archie for a little snack.

- I think I'm kinda hungry, too.

How 'bout you guys?

- You like kosher dogs?

- I love 'em.
- Yeah.

- Hey, how about a beer?

- Hey, you guys
shouldn't be in here.

- Well now the
kitchen's off-limits

for only for police now?

I'm real disappointed
in you, Arch.

You know after all this time,
I thought we were friends.

Then here I find you

cookin'

with a cop.

- Give him a chance, man.

Maybe he wasn't
making it for Hunter.

- Come on, come on!

- This is not the way
you're supposed to spend

your first day in jail, Hunter.

- Well it works for me.

- How nice of you
to drop in, Hunter.

Now you know why
you're here, Hunter.

'Cause of me.

I hear the gas chamber's
a nice place to visit

in the fall, Hammer.

Sorry I won't be able to come up

and watch you wheeze
your last breath,

but I gotta get my shoes
shines on that day.

- When you leave here,

it'll be in pieces.

But don't feel forgotten.

'Cause years to come,

when they come through here,

they'll swear they still
hear you screamin'.

- Hey, Dee Dee.

- Later, Glasgow.

- Stole your what?

- McCall!

Where the hell have you been?

They tell me you
disappeared after roll call.

No check-in, no phone
call, no nothin'.

- Yeah, well...

- I'm afraid that's
all my fault, sir.

When I found out we
were gonna be partners,

I asked her to fill
me in on her cases

and I'd catch her up on mine.

We went out to breakfast

and I just lost track of time.

Now that you've had all
morning to swap stories,

get on with your work.

- Yes, sir.

I don't know why you did that
for me but thanks anyway.

I owe you one.

- What happened, you oversleep?

- Yeah.

Or maybe you were
doing something else

like trying to run down the
guy who killed Rosco Gatlin?

- Anything the matter with that?

I do it on my own time.

- I'd do the same thing
if it were my partner.

Hey listen, Dee Dee,

if you ever need an extra
hand, you can count on me.

I know how hard it is

trying to run something
down like that alone.

I don't mean to
sound ungrateful,

but you sure seem ready to
stick your neck out for me.

- Hey, Hunter's a fellow cop

and I happen to think
he got a bad break.

If it were me, I'd appreciate
all the help I can get,

but it's up to you, Dee Dee.

I'm your partner, I'm not
here to get in your way.

You know, I guess I
was wrong about you, Gil.

Maybe I shouldn't believe all
those rotten stories I hear.

- What stories?

- Just that you tend to

come on a little strong to all
the ladies in the department.

- Am I coming onto you?

- Hammer's got dibs on Hunter.

We gotta steer clear.

- Hammer's in the hole.

Last time a guy slugged me,

he wound up like ground round.

- Move along.

- Seat's taken, pig.

- Go on.

Uncover it.

- Thank you, Archie.

- Hey, you saved me
from a broken neck.

It's the least I could do.

So what was it like in the max?

- Terrific.

I met an old friend.

A guy by the name
of Charles Terrell.

- The Hammer?

He's gonna be there until
his trial, I bet ya.

He beat the hell
outta Billy Two-Shoes.

For takin' his seat in the mess.

- That would set you off.

- Put Billy in the infirmary.

Hammer's good at putting
people where he wants 'em.

Listen, Arch.

They keep a list of all the
prisoners' outgoing phone calls,

don't they?
- Yeah.

Could you get me a look at 'em?

- Could take a little time.

- Time is somethin'
I don't have.

- I'm doin' okay.

How you doin'?

- Fine, for the moment.

- What's that mean?

- Remember a guy by the
name of Charles Terrell?

The Hammer?

- Yeah, you made him for
that triple homicide.

- He's in here.

He's awaiting sentencing.

- Oh, boy, Hunter.

- Take it easy, he's in max.

Put it's just a matter of time.

He thinks he's gonna
get a shot at me.

- You think he's the
one who set you up?

- I wouldn't be surprised.

I'm workin' on gettin' a list
of his outgoing phone calls.

Maybe we can grab a lead.

- I may be onto something, too.

My snitch told me there's a
big drug buy about to go down.

- Yeah?

- It's the same merchandise
that Gatlin was holding

the night he got snaked.

Five'll get you ten that the
seller is Gatlin's killer.

Blew Gatlin away,
bagged his stash.

Gil and I will run
it down tonight.

- Gil?

- Oh, yeah, Gil Glasgow.

He's been assigned
as my new partner.

You've been alone in
the car with Gil Glasgow?

I hear he lets the
other cop drive

so he can spend his
time admiring himself

in the rear view mirror.

- Hunter, I need a partner.

He's a partner.

He even volunteered!

- Yeah, after he
eyeballed your legs,

then he volunteered.

- I think you're
being unfair with Gil.

- Well, instead of spending
your time with Gil Glasgow,

how about tryin' to get
me the hell outta here?

- I'm doing everything I can.

- I know.

Hey, how come you call me Hunter

and you call him Gil?

It's 'cause his
mama named him Gil

and your mommy named you Hunter.

- It works for me.

- Take a hike!

Hey, what is it with you?

- I need a fix.

I heard Tommy Scags is the man.

- You know me?

- You gotta help me, man.

Look, I paid Rosco Gatlin
every dime I had and

he stiffed me.

He didn't show with the stuff.

- That's account of he's dead.

He ran into a cop.

- Look, I ain't got no money but

I'll make it worth your while.

- I bet you used to
be real pretty, huh?

Come on in.

- So what do you think?

Somebody gonna make good
on what Gatlin owes me?

Who's got his stash?

- Couldn't tell.

But whoever it is

is unloading it on
Larry Krell tomorrow.

You need some help there?

- No, I'm fine.

You know, you're makin'
me a little nervous there,

sweet pie.

Why don't you shoot up so we
can adjourn to the bedroom?

What's with the artillery, man?

I'm jumpy enough as it is.

- Hold out your arm, now!

A junkie with a clean arm.

You know, the last time
I saw an arm that clean,

it belonged to a cop!

Go ahead, prove me wrong.

Stick the needle in.

We'll both go flying together.

Let go!

Come on, you're hurting me!

- That's the rough idea, man.

Where do I find Larry Krell?

- Somebody order room service?

- I wanted to make sure
you were fully nourished

before our big bust.

I hope you like blueberry.

- Yeah, blueberry's great.

And, oh yeah, the
deal's going down,

and apparently the
buyer works out of

that brown building behind us.

He drives a black four-door,

California plate's last
three numbers 5-0-6.

- Hey, listen, next time
you're up all night,

feel free to call me.

I'd be more than happy to come
over and take up the slack.

- The next time I'm
up at three a.m.,

I'll remember you said that.

Uh oh.

Looks like our guy.

Those two look awful chipper.

- Not for long.

I got somethin'

explosive in mind.

You sure this place is safe?

Hey, it's safe, count on it.

Let's see the stuff.

Here it is, ten kilos.

- That's Tony Carbone.

That's Hammer's
first lieutenant.

There must be eight
warrants out on that guy.

I thought he was
hiding in Mexico!

- Yeah, the Hammer must have
brought him up to snuff Gatlin

and try to set up Hunter.

Boy, there's gonna be a
citation in this for sure,

maybe even a medal!

- Look, we gotta
peg the backup man.

Carbone wouldn't do this alone.

- Dee Dee!

There's no one else in here!

Unless they're invisible,
we gotta move on this now!

While they're concentrating
on the merchandise.

I hope this is
pure as you say it is.

What do you
think, I'm gonna step on it?

- Come on.

Take it easy.

Okay, this is good.

I'm in.

- Money.

- Hold it right there, Carbone!

- Don't shoot!

- Come on, let's get to the car!

We better get an ambulance

before Hunter's only hope dies.

He was trying to
get away, McCall.

- This is L-59.

I need paramedics and
a tow truck right away.

- No more!

I can't take any more!

- That one really got
to you, didn't it?

I got some more, listen to this.

- Gimme a chance
to catch my breath.

Let's see, what's

Irish and sits outside?

Paddy-o furniture.

A friend of mine went
to see a psychiatrist.

He said, "Doc, I got a problem.

"Sometimes I feel like a teepee

"and sometimes I
feel like a wigwam."

The shrink said,
"Oh, that's easy.

"Your two tents."

Get it, "two tents?"

Hey, did you get the dust

from between the
cabinet back there?

There was this guy,

the most important thing
was to get on top...

The clerk here, she don't like
dust between the cabinets.

Did we get her or
did we get her?

- Yeah, you did real good, Arch.

- Dessert time.

Dark chocolate with
roasted almonds.

Or is it ommonds?

How do you say that, Hunter?

Is it almonds or ommonds?

- I just say nuts, Arch.

- Hey, where'd you get the book?

- What book?

- The Life and Times of
Sergeant Rick Hunter.

Is this really a book about you?

- No, Arch!

Arch?

Archie?

Arch?

- Get the medic!

And the stretcher, come on!

Come on, back in your cell!

Move it!

Come on, move, move,
get back in there!

- Where does it hurt?

- You see this little
dimple behind my ear,

next to my neck?
- Yeah.

- That's the only place
that doesn't hurt.

So what's the news?

- We nailed the guy that
killed Gatlin and set you up.

- You're kidding.

- Tony Carbone.

That locks right in, doesn't it?

That guy's a real talent
at second-story work.

While the girl keeps me busy,

he slipped in, grabbed
my gun and wasted Gatlin.

Then slipped back in
and replaced my gun.

- Yeah, that's the
way it would figure.

- So when are they springin' me?

Has Carbone talked yet?

- Well,

he will as soon as he gets
the tubes out of his throat.

We were in hot pursuit and

Gil shot out his tires.

He's in intensive care.

- Is he gonna make it?

- Well, it's 50-50.

But now that we know that
Carbone was the guy that did it,

we can hopefully retrace his
steps back to the murder.

Gil's on top of it right now.

- The guy who nearly
killed my only chance

is working on this?

Look under the covers.

- What's this?

- Lists of all the phone calls

that the Hammer and his
bozos made recently.

Now it may be thin,

but I think one of those numbers
might lead us to something.

- Okay, I'll check it out.

Oh, I almost forgot, I
brought you something.

I figure you probably haven't
had one of these in a while.

What's the matter,
not enough grease?

- Thanks.

- Look,

just try to stay in this
place for as long as you can.

At least you know
you're safe in here.

- Yeah.
- We'll see ya.

- See you later.

- Now when you leave here, man,

you're a hundred fifty
pounds of dog food.

You knew Hunter was mine.

We were just tryin' to
have a little fun, Hammer.

Honest to God.

Gave him a jolt!

And then got caught.

- Where's Hunter now?

- Infirmary.

I mean he's in the infirmary,
we just winged him.

- What's going on, Gil?

I've tried to call
you all morning

and then I get a message
to meet you here.

What's this all about?

A little celebration I
thought we both deserved.

- Celebration for what?

- Well, Dee Dee, after all,

we did bust a pretty
big drug deal.

- And almost lost the only
person who could clear Hunter.

Who, by the way, was
almost killed last night.

- Hey, take it easy,
we've got Carbone.

Some pate?

- Carbone is in a coma.

And we he does wake
up and testifies,

provided he can
remember his name,

Hunter could be dead.

Now look,

I got some numbers Hunter
gave me we oughta look up.

- Look, just relax.

Everything's gonna be
all right, I promise.

- You promise?

- Yes!

Just relax,

enjoy the wine and food.

Let's savor the victories and
put this other stuff on hold.

I think we owe it to ourselves.

- You know, you're
absolutely right, Gil.

- To the start

of a wonderful relationship.

- What's wrong?

- My stomach, man!

I got cramps real bad!

- Wouldn't want that to
happen, right, Hammer?

You gotta live!

So we can execute you.

- Come on, man, he's hurtin'.

Would you come on,
he's drivin' me nuts!

- Get a stretcher.

L-59, this is Central.

Come in, please, over.

- L-59, McCall here, over.

We've got
back names and addresses

of those phone numbers, over.

- Shoot, over.

Problem
is they're all pay phones

except one, over.

- That's clever.

Calling people at prearranged
times at phone booths.

Okay, what about
the other one, over.

25012 Alameda.

The Rendezvous Bar, over.

- Excuse me.

- I'm Sgt. Dee Dee McCall.

I'd like to ask
you a few questions

about who receives
calls on your phone.

- My phone, uh...

Well, I guess we get calls
from customers, sometimes.

And employees.

Wrong numbers, of course.

Well who does the Hammer
or Tony Carbone ask for

when they call?

- Excuse me, miss.

Halt, police!

Halt, police!

Let me guess.

Your shift was over

and you were in a real
big hurry to get home.

It's a pretty good
match, wouldn't you say?

I don't understand
what the problem is.

I have the woman,

she's given me a sworn statement

that she was involved in the
conspiracy to convict Hunter.

Let's get him out of there!

- You know what your
problem is, McCall?

You've been partner with that
rodeo rider for too long.

Now you don't seem to
recall, but we got a system.

And I run that system.

Now sometimes it's slow.

Sometimes it gets
bogged down in red tape.

But it exists,

and we have to work with it!

Now these things take time.

- How long?

First we have to locate a judge.

He has to review the
girl's confession.

Then we have to
get papers signed.

- Look, these
chicken salad cases

and busted cars are one thing,

but we got a cop in the joint.

And all this red tape
and antiquated systems

are not gonna sit well with
me if Hunter winds up dead!

So why don't you
pick up that phone,

you dig up some judge
who's the closest thing

to a friend you can find,

and kick this thing in motion!

- McCall, I hear you're still
looking for a new partner.

- Not anymore, Bernie.

- Oh, really, who's
the lucky guy?

- Rick Hunter.

- Are you planning on
going to jail, too?

- Why don't you save
our jokes for tomorrow

when Hunter comes back, hm?

- McCall,

just tell him I
was doing my job.

I was just doing my job.

My stomach!

Stomach!

Shouldn't you take care
of that guy over there?

He sounds like a
wounded water buffalo.

- Nope.

I can tell what's wrong
with him from here.

- How's that?

- He puts cigarette
ashes into his coffee

and then he drinks it,

makes him sick to death.

But it passes.

And he gets out of
max for a while.

There, you're all set.

I'll change 'em again
tomorrow morning.

- Yeah, thanks, Doc.

- I'm Sgt. Dee Dee McCall.

I have an order from
Judge William Prescott

to release Rick Hunter.

Hey.

Habeas corpus.

Guess who's a free man?

- Works for me.

- Bet you thought you'd
never see that again.

- Began to cross my mind.

Especially after you got
teamed up with Don Juan.

- Well fortunately I managed
to get rid of him in time.

- So where is he these days,
looking for new partners?

- Probably out getting
his pants dry cleaned.

- What?

- Never mind.

Okay, Hunter, so
where's the new car?

Captain said he was
going to issue you one.

- It should be parked
right in front of the...

Motor pool.

I don't believe this.

I mean where do they get these?

- Looks like it went
through a fire bombing.

- I nearly get killed in prison.

The guy doesn't have the decency
to give me a car that runs.

- Well now I wouldn't say that.

Just because it doesn't
have a back end.

- That's it.

- What?

- I'm gonna back up there

and make this jackass
give me a new car.

Come on, Hunter, do it tomorrow!

Let's go have dinner.

- I don't want to have dinner.

- Well what do you want to do,

go home and sit by the
TV and be depressed?

- Hi!

I'm having some car trouble.

Could you help me out
or show me a phone

so I could call the auto club?

- Oh, no.

Come on, McCall, let's
go get that dinner.