All language subtitles for Hunter S05E12 - City Under Siege - Part 02

Tonight on "Hunter."

You killed Alan.

Do you think I want to see
open season on teenagers?

I'll get you everything I can.

The people move to dismiss all
charges against the defendant.

Order, please.

I want to take Charlie
out of the driver's seat

and put you in it.

You know, for an
old guy, it still

sounds like you can get it on.

Too bad it was with
one of your students.

You're mine.

I really think there's a
place for me on this calendar.

Hey, let's kill
that cop tonight.

Let's do it.

Los Angeles is a
city under siege.

Texas rangers thinks
she's heading west.

Last week on Hunter.

Hunter, I've missed you, and
I'm back in town with a bang.

My daughter buys
this poison here.

And I'll find the
source and burn it out.

Debbie, having met your dad, I...

I don't think he'd be
too happy about this.

Oh, you'll tell him, huh?

I mean, if you want to get a
handle on why this neighborhood

shivers in its sleep, a
young, megalomaniac punk

like Youngblood is a
good place to start.

As Angelenos lock
their doors and wonder,

where are the police?

Never touch this.

The day after tomorrow,
ought to be dead.

Gonna be a long week.

Everyone creates
their own death,

and that's why they created me.

Freeze.

Stay of execution.

Why do you think
she didn't shoot you?

My number wasn't up.

Hey, hold it.

No!

And now, "City
Under Siege: Part 2."

The alleged killer is named

Jack Small, a resident of the...

Small's daughter
is a student at Pierce

High, where Clements taught.

And her alleged...

I've got two actualities,

and I'm going to try
to use whatever Alex

will get us from Parker Center.

Thanks, Jack.
Hang in there, Jack.

We're with you all the way.

Anything vandalized?

That's what I would
have expected but no.

The Marshall boy died
for absolutely nothing.

Listen, thanks
Mr. Landry, I do

appreciate you talking to me.

I'm going to speak to
your neighbors now.

We'll be in touch.

A detective from
Central Division, Rick Hunter,

was nearly killed by Smith
and her unknown accomplice

earlier today.
- Hello, I'm Captain Devane.

OK.

The actual details
of the meeting are disputed.

You OK?

I keep thinking if I'd broken
cover he'd still be alive.

Come on, now.

You couldn't have known that
Small would flip out like that,

go for blood.

It's this whole neighborhood.

I mean, look at these people.

They like it.

It's as if in some
sort of twisted way

they get some kind
of power back.

How are you going
to explain this

to Alan Marshall's parents?

Looks like I'm going to
be the one to have to do it.

Landry and Alan
Marshall, all this stuff

kind of leads back to that
punk, Johnny Youngblood.

Somehow, you've got
to find out why.

Thanks very much.

Hey, way to go, Jack.

Time somebody did something.

I've got a 20 second
lead, and then I'll tell you.

Right.

Stand by.

Three, two... violence is
once again shattered...

You killed Alan.

Well, the mayor's office
has asked us to develop...

Camera two, push in...

a, uh... a neighborhood
emergency task force to...

Ready one.

Send a message to the
criminal element in this

town that it's over for them.

Yet... and I am citing a recent
FBI report, Chief Moorehead...

Violent crime in Los Angeles
increased 15% last week.

Yes.

But the auto theft is down
and the robbery is down

and vandalism has, you know,
been... it's a big city.

I mean, county wide, we've
got 12 million people.

And every day,
obviously, there's

going to be a few who are
going to make a little trouble.

Make trouble?

Like Alan Marshall, a
16-year-old high school

student, beaten to
death by an angry mob?

I didn't say... at
least I don't think

I said that we still don't
have, uh, some problems.

Wasn't Marshall killed after
the formation of your target

task force on the same
block as Sandra Clements,

a teacher at his school?

I'm not, uh, conversant
with every case here.

But if you want me to agree,
you know, with your facts

for the sake of argument, what...

What's the point?

Perhaps police
power versus mob rule

and who wins, maybe
only the crooks.

But we'll leave it right there.

Back after this.

OK, everybody, we're in black.

Two minutes, Elaine.

Uh, Chief Moorehead...
Chief Moorehead...

Chief!

What the hell did you
say to him, Elaine?

Felony arrest, Foothill
of 10, Ramport 29,

Pacific 18, Central Division 6.

And you got nothing in robbery.

And looking here, I don't even
see a decent burglary bust.

Wait!

Wait, wait, we actually
have a homicide collar.

Now, is it a drug
dealer, or a rapist,

or a gang thug, a kind of animal
that people want us to lock up?

Of course not.

You bring me a fireman,
a father of the victim

of a biker assault,
trying to protect himself.

Now get out of here
and hit the bricks.

Try to pretend you
know how to be cops.

If your arrest rate
isn't up by three times

at the end of this
week, that's all you're

going to be able to do
is pretend because you

won't be cops anymore.

I need some fresh air.

What a jerk.

You're letting this
thing get to you too much.

I'm going to ask him to
spring some bodies loose

and the task force
to help you out.

We don't need to do
that do that, do we?

I'll handle it.

Now, what's the story in
this calendar business?

Oh, well, come over here.

According to Iris's
shrink, she's

in everything from biorhythms,
numerology, astrology.

Let's lighten up on
the astrology angle.

Moorehead will hit the roof.

Look, if Iris wanted to kill me,

she had plenty of
opportunity to do it.

That's why I really
think there's a place

for me on this calendar.

Well, at least get some rest.

Martelli told me you were
up all night last night.

Yeah, I was.

I can't prove intent.

No way.

Come on, Clayton.

Can't the DA at least give
me a murder beef here?

Uh-uh, no, not even second
degree, not with this.

Hey, I'm on your side, McCall.

Honest to God, he's a creaton.

He deserves more than he's going
to get, but I can't get it.

No jury is going to send
this man up for 15 years.

What we have here is a
solid case of manslaughter,

and that's what
I'm going to file.

You know exactly what's
going to happen here.

This guy's going to do
a year in county jail,

and then he's going to be
back out on the streets.

Probably.

I have a son.

He starts high school next year.

He's no angel.

Do you think I want to see
open season on teenagers?

I'll get you everything
I can, I swear.

You wanted something?

On lunch, actually.

I just spent 20 minutes
updating the chief.

I got you a turkey.

I don't need your
hostility, Devane.

Comes with the sandwich.

So did you get my memo or
are you simply ignoring it?

No, I'm not ignoring it.

I'm rejecting it.

That's what I want to tell you.

If Hunter knows she's
out to kill him,

that should raise his
motivation to find her.

Well, Iris Smith is not your
average garden variety killer.

We have got to back him up.

No, I can't spare
any extra manpower.

I'm sorry.

If Iris Smith hits again,
the press will be all over us

and create more opportunities
for lunatics like Jack Small

to play hero.

My office is jammed with
phone calls and telegrams

in support of Jack Small.

Marshall's fingerprints
link him with over 20

burglaries in that area.

Now, when I release
that news to the press,

they're going to have a
parade in Jack Small's honor.

You are really playing it close.

You're playing politics
with people's lives,

with Rick Hunter's life.

I'm playing whatever I have
to play till your troops bring

in some results.

Look, my butt's on
the line, Charlie.

And whether you know
it or not, so is yours.

OK, I bypassed the security.

We're in.

Good.

Jeez, I don't know Alan's
middle name was Trask.

Come on, just tell
me what they got.

OK, this is Sacramento,
CII, Criminal Information...

Something... database.

They should have the works.

Wow.

Fingerprints like
20 of our old jobs.

Damn it.

I don't need this right now.

I mean, who knows who's
crawling around this place.

Leonard's probably got
narcs and plants everywhere.

Roger Dodger is in our pocket.

Yeah, maybe.

Dupe that tape, and I'll
pay him a little visit.

Already done.

Hi.

Have any passes?

What are you doing in there?

Uh, homework.
It's my life.

This is very cozy.

You wouldn't be selling drugs
out of here, would you, John?

I'm the kind of
guy who just says no.

Can I come in?

Hey, mi casa su casa.

Gracias.

This is a nice setup here.

Thanks.

You going to Alan
Marshall's funeral?

Oh.

Oh, all right.

I'll see you later.

Where are you going with those?

Well, it says right here, do
not remove from computer lab.

So I figure I'll
return them for you.

You don't have to thank me.

Hunter, Martelli
tells me you're on fire.

What's up?

Charlie, I just spoke with Iris

Smith's grade school principal.

Guess who her fifth
grade teacher was?

Sandra Clements.

Yeah.

You see, it seems
that Iris attacked

Sandra after she caught
a stealing some money

from a fellow student.

Sandra turned it in.

Iris killed Sandra
Clements over something

happened 18 years ago?

Yeah, listen, I know
it's very peculiar,

but it looks like Iris is back
in town to settle old scores.

Question is, how many?

Well, to answer
that we have to find

out who belongs to these dates.

Wait a minute, this is today.

We're running out of time.

I love you, Billy Joe.

Let's do it.

Homicide.

Hunter?

Yeah, Sergeant
Hunter, who's this?

William Joseph Powell.

Iris wants to talk to you.

You have my calendar, Hunter.

Yeah, I've got it right
here in front of me, Iris.

What are you doing?

You know what I'm doing.

Your time's coming.

Yeah, your next, Hunter.

Billy's a little over eager.

I told him to be patient.

Well, uh, I've
been looking for you.

When are we going
to get together?

Look at the calendar.

All the answers are there.

You know what today is?

Today's the 15th.

That's right, Mr.
Savarino's execution date.

Figured out where we are yet?

I hope so.

Make sure that I get a full
property report on this stuff.

Maybe we can tie some of
this junk into Alan Marshall.

So do you think this razor
belongs to a Billy Joe Powell?

I don't know.
I'll find out, Charlie.

Fair enough.

Kelly.

So you saw the getaway car?

Yeah.

How do you know it
was a getaway car?

Well, it was going
around the corner

going
and then you guys got here.

What kind of car was it?

Oh, '70-'73 Lincoln, white.

How about a license number?

Oh, OK.

Oh, I didn't have any paper.

A little peace
and tranquility, eh?

And a little color.

My wife thinks I look
like I spent the summer

in solitary confinement.

How's the new crime czar?

Running from the
revolution like any good czar.

Yeah.

Chief expects me to
turn it around overnight.

Oh, just manufacture some more
of those favorable crime stats.

Pacify the press.

Everyone's a winner.

Yeah, rather drenched
in cynicism aren't we?

No, not really.

Just feeling kind of
beat up by real life.

I'd really like to
nail this lunatic Jack

Small with some heavy time.

Another spoonful
of justice down the drain.

Well, wisely, I think.

We're all expected to
be involved with the art

of the possible, as they say.

Meaning?

The Valley Voice survey says
that 65% of our fellow citizens

think that Small
acted in self-defense

while protecting his property.

He should be
released, scot-free.

After all, it was a
burglar that he killed.

Number one, Jack
Small was not protecting

his personal property.

Number two, the burglar
was a 16-year-old kid.

Yeah, but his release
could defuse the issue,

ease a lot of tension
from that community.

I can't help you, Moorehead.

This guy's gonna take his licks
with a manslaughter charge.

How long have we
been friends, Ed?

Where did we meet?

San Pedro, remember?

Let's go, girls.
Move it.

Move it.

What are you supposed
to be, a scout?

And don't get too comfortable.

There are enough people that are
suspicious of me already here.

What do you got?

Are you helping Vice out with
some big time investigation?

No, why?

Well I know that you
expressly wanted me to check

out this guy, Gary Savarino.

But in doing so, I
found out that he's

got some connections
to a guy, a dude

who's got a bad reputation.

You know a guy by the
name of Lenny Pike?

Never heard of him.

East coast enforcer and
bad man for some world

class players of the skin game.

Well, check this out.

Savarino paged
Youngblood this morning.

Got his number off of
Youngblood's beeper.

With Savarino gone,
maybe this Lenny Pike's

looking for a new boy
to do business with.

Hm, interesting.

You live here, Youngblood?

Nah, I got this
place for parties.

I can do better than this.

You know how often
I fly out here?

Twice a year, maybe three
times, somebody puts

a gun to my head or vise versa.

OK, Mr. Pike.

You don't have to
get heavy with me.

Gary's dead.

So don't you think maybe we
should be a little careful?

I don't have a
problem with that.

What problems with
delivery dates.

I just want to take a little
time off, a couple of weeks.

One thing I want you understand,

Johnny, in this
organization, you produce.

You don't tell
someone that you're...

You're worried about your
delicate little skin.

Hey, I'm just trying to
be sensible, all right?

I understand sensible.

You're sensible from
my point of view.

My boss takes an order, say
some guy with too much oil

on the ground, no
fun in the palace.

He'll pay you plenty
for what you do, Johnny.

Apple cheek, first
timers, real McCoy.

You wouldn't believe how many
guys like that there are.

So sensible to me is I
tell my boss, no problem.

Now, do I have a
problem, Johnny?

I don't want to make
that third trip out here.

Your honor, the
department's position

is to oppose bail on this case.

I also have spoken to the
parents of the victim,

and they asked me to express
their vehement opposition

to this defendant
being released on bail.

They feel, and I happen to
agree with them that to do so

would not be in the
best interest of justice

and signify that
the law enforcement

agencies in this city consider
a brutal, vigilante style

murder like this to
be no more important

than a traffic violation.

Very well.

Mr. Trent.

Thank you, your honor.

Your honor, as you know, bail
is not meant to be punitive

but only to ensure
the appearance

of the accused for trial.

And since Captain
Devane has gone

so strongly on
record opposing bail,

may I ask him a few questions?

Captain, did... did
Mr. Marshall's death

occur as a result of
his fleeing a burglary?

Yes.

Did your investigation tie
Marshall to other burglaries?

Yes.

Captain, do you have any
information, anything at all,

that would indicate
Mr. Small would leave

the jurisdiction of this court.

No.

Your honor, I'd like to
ask a reasonable bail be set,

say the sum of $5,000.

Your position, Mr. Clayton?

I have no objection, your honor.

Now, hold on a second.

No objection, your honor.

Very well.

Bail is set to
the sum of $5,000.

Dude, nice hunk of
American steel you got here.

Snappy, I'd call it.

It's after hours, Youngblood.

Get off the grounds.

Roger, Roger, Roger, Roger.

Oh, Roger.

Turn it off.

You know, for an
old guy, it still

sounds like you can get it on.

Too bad it was with
one of your students.

- Give me that.
- No.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

I'm not here to take
your parking place away.

The new gym teach, Ms.
Woods, is she a cop?

I know the young
lady that you're

making music with on
my tape, and I can

prove that you were with her.

If the school board ever found
out, you'd never teach again.

Hunter.

You any closer on Iris Smith?

We're getting there, Chief.

Great.

I knew you would be.

You know you're a
hell of a good cop.

Look, this won't
take long, and it

has to do with Captain
Devane and the miserable job

he's doing on the net force.

And frankly, you know,
if I let him continue,

I could be putting
my own neck in noose.

Uh?

You understand what
I'm talking about?

No.

I want to take Charlie
out of the driver's seat

and put you in it.

Could be hell of a good
chance for a promotion, uh?

If you do the job right, uh?

Think about it, OK?

Give me an answer,
you know, later today.

Uh, Chief, I really
appreciate the opportunity,

but, uh, stick it.

Dee Dee!

Dee Dee, listen, did you...

Did you see Debbie today?

No, uh-uh, I haven't seen her.

She skipped school today.

Yeah, she didn't sleep
at home last night.

I'm a little worried.

I'll have to track her down.

Come on in, have a drink.

We're having a celebration.

You obviously made bail.

Yeah.

Wait, you don't seem very happy.

Come on, have a drink.

No, I'll pass.

Thank you.

Here's to taking another
criminal off the streets.

You actually believe
that, don't you?

Do you think that
you've personally

made this world a
better place by removing

a kid who stole some radios?

You are pathetic.

Pathetic?

We're claiming back our streets.

Alan Marshall is responsible
for half the burglaries

in this neighborhood.

He got what he deserved.

Got what he deserved?

Do you think you had the
right to just eliminate him?

What, he was meaningless, no
chance for rehabilitation?

Just execute him.

Is that it, Small?

Come on, lady, rehabilitation,
the prisons, a revolving door,

courts, no cops.

No, it is fear, fear
of punishment that

is the glue that holds
this society together,

and we're getting it back
in this neighborhood.

Now, it's the flaming
liberals that want to keep

the criminals on the street.

Really?

Well, don't forget where
you're going, Small.

Maybe after a few nights in a
steel room with some real cons,

you'll become a flaming
liberal yourself.

You make me sick.

Hello?

Ms. Woods, it's Debbie Small.

Debbie you all right?

Can I talk to you?

I'm in a lot of trouble.

Where are you?

I'm near the school.

Look, could you
meet me at the gym?

I'm afraid to come home.

I'll be right there.

Debbie?

Debbie, you all right?

Over here.

No, over here.

You're in trouble now.

Hey, come on, what is this?

- You better go!
- Turn off the light.

Come on.

Dee Dee, over here.

Dee Dee Sergeant over her.

Back here.

Easy target.

Oh, great.

Hey, come on!

Sergeant Dee Dee McCall, Central

Division homicide detail.

It's been nice having
you at Pierce High.

Again!

Yeah, you've got a gun.

Hey, over there.

- Who is it?
- Open up, Landry.

It's McCall.
It's official business.

What is this?

I thought you were undercover.

So did I. You
want to elaborate?

Well, I'm not...

I'm not following.

You were the only one at
Pierce who knew my name.

I didn't tell them.

I didn't.

Why would I do a
thing like that?

Good question.

Hope you have a good answer.

Can you tell me how a
trained, experienced homicide

detective is outwitted
by a high school punk?

Roger Landry was the only
person at that school who

knew I was working undercover.

No, no, no, no.

Half of the student
body knew about it.

So that's it, huh?

That's it?

I blew my cover, case is closed?

You try to stick
that in my file,

and I'll stuff it right
up your nose, sir.

She's definitely your partner.

How you doing?

Guy makes me nuts.

With all due respect,
when does he go on vacation?

Save it, huh?

And you, cool off.

So what are you
working on, Hunter?

Guess who's fingerprints
are all over the razor blade?

William Joseph Powell.

Some good news for a change.

We also know what
car he's driving too.

That's good.

You stay on Youngblood.

Try to find out what's
on those computer disks.

Listen, I'm going to have
things back to normal here.

I promise you.

Good.

Yo, Allison, wait up.

What's going on?

Not much.

I haven't seen
you around lately.

I've been around.

How about you?

I haven't been
close enough to you.

Want to do something tonight?

Like what?

Oh, I don't know,
take a ride in my van.

Sure.

The computer disks you gave
me are copies of software

from a computer
information service

called Compusource
in Phoenix, Arizona.

I've got the PC hooked
into them right now.

What kind of
computer information?

Oh, everything, typical computer

hobbyist service, news,
games, stocks, free programs,

nothing unusual.

You can connect up to it using
any regular telephone line.

Youngblood's a
subscriber to their data

storage service, kind of
an electronic file cabinet.

Well, that's smart.

He keeps his records
and receipts off paper.

Right.

He unloads everything.

He can use any cheap computer
and the phone in his van.

I'll get a warrant.

You're going to need two,
one here and one in Arizona.

But I'm going to warn you, it's
not going to do you any good

unless you can read this.

I've been peeking into his data.

Apparently, Youngblood
uses an encoding program

to scramble up his records.

All we get is page
after page of hash.

What code?

Could be any one of
20, simple programs.

All the kids know them.

Anybody with a computer
can use a code as hard

to untangle as those used
by the Defense Department

a couple of years ago.

Well, you're brilliant.

How long will it take
you to break this one?

McCall, send me to
Washington, get me

into the basement of
the CIA, I'm still going

to need a couple of weeks.

Otherwise, it's going to
take me a little bit longer.

Oh, come on.

Can't I get
something on this guy

before the turn of the century?

Well, if you can get me an
interstate wiretap, you might.

Then the next person
that calls and uses

Youngblood's Compusource
account, we'll

know who he does business with.

Small won't be interviewed.

But the other members of
his neighborhood watch group

describe him as taking a hard

OK, Sayid.

We're ready in five,
four, three, two...

The preliminary
hearing of Jack Small,

dubbed the Vista Mar
vigilante, will get underway

this afternoon in Los Angeles.

Demonstrators protesting
Small's release on bail

faced off with marchers
hailing him as a local hero.

Though the DA is expected
to present enough evidence

to support a charge of
manslaughter against Small,

his supporters vow
to fight the charge.

His detractors say manslaughter
is letting Small off...

Mr. Clayton, are
you ready to proceed?

Your honor, I have discussed
the case with my superiors.

And in the interest
of justice, the people

move to dismiss all charges
against the defendant.

Order, please.

Order in the court.

Would you care to clarify
that decision for the record?

We feel there's more
than a reasonable doubt

as to whether the defendant
used an unequal force.

We're willing to accept his
claim of proper self-defense.

Order, please.

Very well, case dismissed.

Here he comes.

Mr.
Clayton, Mr. Clayton,

why did you drop the charges?

Ed!

Ed, what the hell is going?

How do you
answer Marshall's parents?

Oh, that's terrific.

Mr. Small, Mr. Small, how
does it feel to have all charges

against you dropped?
- Well, naturally, I'm pleased.

I'm delighted.

I don't have to go through
the ordeal of a trial.

But any happiness that I
feel is outweighed by sorrow.

A sorrow because
of a community that

was coming apart at
the seams, a young man

by the name of
Alan Marshall died.

It has certainly given me a new
sense of support for the police

department that is
doing everything

that it can to make this city...

This city a safer place to live.

Uh...

Mr.
Small, what's next?

And what do you say to the
parents of the dead boy?

You're mine.

Hi.

Could you help me?

I'm looking for a girl.

Her name is Debbie.

She hasn't done
anything wrong, I just

really need to speak with her.

No, uh?

All right, look, if you do see
her, will you call me, please?

Call me collect.

No, you keep that.

Thank you.

Is this your first time?

Yeah.

Mind if I try something special?

Sure.

What's that for?

Let's just pretend
we're in the movies.

You going to mess with
that thing all night long?

Yes.

Hey, let's kill
that cop tonight.

No.

Well, I'm bored!

I need some action.

Haven't I been
treating you right?

Well, you know,
what I mean, baby.

Remember how it was
when we first met?

Huh?

Well, I was kind of hoping we
might do the same thing again.

I don't want to do that anymore.

Why not?

Hey, most of them
were asking for it.

People only die when the
time is right, Billy Joe.

You don't have to go
out looking for them.

They'll be delivered
to you at the hour

appointed by the universe.

Hey, you sit there all you want.

I'm going out.

Cops see you, you're dead.

Ain't no one's going to see me.

I'm gonna have some fun.

Hunter.

Charlie.

Remember the Hollywood
hooker slashings

about eight years ago?

Yeah, 14 mutilated women.

It was your case,
still unsolved.

Right.

And I arrested Iris while
I was working on that case.

I found out she was wanted
for murder in Texas.

After I extradited her back to
Texas, those slashings stopped.

OK.

Do you recall
what kind of weapon

was used in the slashing?

Razor.

Right.

Was Billy Joe Powell
in Hollywood then?

Powell grew up in Montana.

The state police there
lost track of him in 1974.

We busted him four
times here in Los

Angeles between 1975 and 1978.

That's when the
slashings took place.

That's right.

And he later turns up in Tex...

His first arrest is six
weeks after Iris's extradite.

Right.

He's following his
lover, isn't he?

Where does that leave you?

Well, Iris told me all the
information I need to know

was going to be found
on her calendar.

I have an idea we're going
to hear from her pretty soon.

Why don't you go on home, OK?

I'll lock this stuff up.

Just, um, pull all that stuff
from Gary Savarino's shop

and leave it for me on
the counter, all right?

Thank you.

Who are you?

Hey, what are you doing here?

You're the fella on TV.

Aren't you that big
hero, Jack Small?

Yes, I am.

Well, I was hoping I'd find you.