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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.