All language subtitles for Hunter S06E05 - The Legion - Part 01

Tonight on "Hunter."

Did you bust a guy named Frank
Lassiter a couple of years ago,

one of those Aryan
Legion creeps?

Lassiter?

Yeah, he's doing
life in Fenwick.

Not anymore, he isn't.

Ah.

I love LA.

I still got contacts out there.

Let me hit the streets and
see what I can come up...

You don't seem to
get it, do you, Andy?

You don't seem to leave
well enough alone.

Now, when a good
cop offers you help,

you damn well better take it.

But you're not a
cop anymore, Andy.

I have an idea he's up
to something awfully big.

Get the money!

Freeze, police!

Looking good, real good, Frank.

What's today, a
special occasion?

Isn't every day?

Well, celebrate out in
the yard with everyone else.

Come on.

- Hey, no congregating.
- What'd you say, boy?

You heard me, Sykes.

Why don't you chill
out, Washington?

The brothers here,
they're just trying

to take up a little collection
to send you on a vacation.

Oh yeah?

Where am I going, Lassiter?

To hell.

And don't worry,
you'll enjoy it.

I've been there,
only I've come back.

We have a downed guard.

We have a downed guard now.

Line up against the fence.

Cooperate with the guards now.

This is your last warning.

Everybody line up
against the fence.

Do you want to
tell me why, Frank?

What can I tell you, Warden?

Move him out.

Some people love a parade.

I love an arraignment.

Get that slime out of here.

Did you get the flowers?

What's this about flowers?

The creep.

He sent Washington's
widow a dozen dead roses.

How are you feeling, buddy?

Let's go.

Ah.

I love LA.

Can I help you, sir?

Oh, uh, I want to
see Sergeant McCall.

She's not at her desk.

Can I take a message?
- Oh, no.

That's all right.

Those booking forms were
a lot simpler in my day.

Andy Polanski, I'm a
friend of Dee Dee's.

We met a few years ago.

Oh, yeah, at a retirement party.

- Yeah.
- How are you doing?

- Fine.
- Hey, Andy.

Dee Dee!

Here's looking at you, kid.

Oh.

How long are you in town for?

Oh, well actually
I'm here to stay.

What do mean to stay?

What about your
daughter up in Seattle,

those terrific grandkids?

They're still terrific,
but actually I got

a job offer I couldn't refuse.

Get this.

Head of Security for
some classic computer

firm out in the Valley.

That's not too bad for
a retired street cop.

I think that's great.

Check it out.

There's still hope for us.

Apparently so.

Uh... could we have lunch?

We've got a lot of
catching up to do.

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Thanks.

Thank you.

See you, Andy.

Hunter!

Did you bust a guy named Frank
Lassiter a couple of years go,

one of those Aryan
Legion creeps?

Lassiter?

Yeah, he's doing
life in Fenwick.

Not anymore, he isn't.

I tell you, the guy was so big.

McCall!

You ended up calling him sir.

I hate to spoil your
reunion, but we got

a bad one over on Hope Street.
- What's going on?

We've got a homicide.

Come on, I'll explain
it to you on the way.

Andy.

I know the drill.

We'll get together later.

Oh, well, where can I find you?

Oh, I took a place
in West Hollywood.

I'll leave the address and
phone number on your desk.

OK.
Um... it's so good to see you.

You're still my old
blind bear, you know?

You're awfully quiet today.

I was just thinking about Andy.

I'm very surprised
to see him down here.

You know, in his letters
he said his life in Seattle

was so terrific.

Maybe he couldn't pass
up a good job opportunity.

Yeah, I guess so.

Hey, what was
that thing you, uh...

You called him,
the old brown bear?

What was that?

No, no.

Not the old "brown" bear,
the old "blind" bear.

Oh.

It's a long story.

You see, back after I
graduated from the Academy,

Andy was my TO.

I thought, this guy is just an
over-the-hill cop, you know?

It turns out, he really
taught me the streets.

Anyway, one day we're sitting
there and he says to me,

he says, you have to think
of me as the old blind bear.

I am all alone in the woods
with nothing but my foul breath

to keep me comfort.

I am too mean to die.

I am too old to care.

But show some concern
'cause I'm still the bear.

And was he?

Oh, yeah.

The guy's the best
street cop I ever knew.

Present company
excluded, of course.

Yes.

I'm glad you qualified that.

Thank you.

Hunter, all I could get
from these witnesses

inside the building were
just vague descriptions.

Not one of them remembers
seeing a tattoo on anybody.

Sure, they covered them up.

- 1
- William 56, do you copy?

That thing was
absolutely brutal.

Yeah.

Well executed, that's
Lassiter's style, all right.

Great.

Now we've got a
sociopath with a brain.

William 56, go.

What's the situation
down there, Hunter?

A lot of automatic
weapon fire, Charlie.

Two dead.

Very well planned out.

Well, I guess that puts
the killing of the guard

into perspective, doesn't it?

Yeah, it sure does.

I'm headed up to the
state penitentiary

to see what I can find out.

Look, I'll, uh...

I'll have our
intelligence people

do a rundown on
all of the Aryans

that are still left
on the streets.

Yeah, that's a real good idea.

Also, Lassiter's got
a real crazy brother

at Joliet State Penitentiary.

Why don't you contact
the prison officials

and see what they
can dig out of him.

I'll check it out.

Out.

No, it's my
fault. I should have

known that
Washington's murder was

a setup for Lassiter's escape.

Oh, it looked like just
another racial killing.

You can't blame yourself.

You've got to understand.

Lassiter and his boys have
assaulted black guards before.

But Lassiter's never actually
done the dirty work himself,

has he?

No, and that should
have been the tip-off.

Have you talked to his boys yet?

Oh, please, it's
like talking to cement.

But if I put them all in
the rack, none of them

would open up.

The fact is, wherever
he is, inside or out,

Lassiter still runs
the Legion, and he

runs it with an iron fist.

I know.

I put him in here.

Well, I don't have to tell you.

You're dealing with a lunatic.

Then I don't have
to tell you guys

how tough it's gonna be
to put him back in here.

We checked on Frank
Lassiter's brother at Joliet.

He was paroled last month, but
he jumped parole two days ago.

Probably on his way out
here to see his brother.

And he's certifiable.

Yo, company!

You.

Go straight through, man.

48 hours without a single break.

Except for a little
entertainment on the way,

right?

Oh, I picked them
up at a little curios

shop outside of Albuquerque.

The blonde's for you.

The other one's for me.
We're gonna have...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Settle down, settle down.

Business... business first.

Look at you.

You look great.

You look great.

I look lousy.

A little fun, like a $5 million
score would help, you know?

5 million bucks?

I can't believe that.

Where'd a deal like
this come from?

Someone just
dropped it in my lap.

Captain, I want you to meet
my little brother, Rudy.

Are you as crazy as Franks says?

Crazier.

So I round the
corner, and what do I see?

There you are, hanging
on to the perp's belt

while he's trying to
climb a chain link fence,

and your little
feet are dangling

six inches off the ground.

Do you realize how
funny you looked?

Did you ever tell
Hunter about that one?

No.

And you better not either.

Oh, we had some
great times, didn't we?

Oh yeah.

So this Hunter is a pretty
good partner, though, huh?

He's very good.

Hey, tell me about this
new job you've got,

Mr. Chief of Security.

Oh, it's no big thing.

I just, uh...

I sit around telling a
bunch of stuffed shirts

how to guard their
computer secrets.

But you know, I'd give it
all up for just one more

year in the harness
chasing the bad guys.

Well, tell me about
this case that you

and Hunter got yesterday.

Two deputy sheriffs were gunned

down transferring a convict over
to court for an arraignment.

Yeah.

Frank Lassiter.

I read about it.

Did you come up with anything?

Not yet.

You know, I busted a few
of those white supremacist

racists a few years ago.

I still got all my old files.

I bet you I could come
up with something.

It's really not necessary.

Well, I just
thought I could help.

Oh, thank you, Andy.

I appreciate it.

It's... well, it's just
it's my job now, you know?

Yeah.

Speaking of, I'm late
for a briefing session.

I gotta go.

I'll talk to you later, OK?

Bye.

According to our
latest intelligence,

there are 21 Aryans on
the streets of California.

Most of them prefer
San Francisco.

These nine losers are ours.

Now, you've all been
given a packet containing

their photographs, rap
sheets, and information

of their last whereabouts.

We're to find them and bring
them in for questioning.

Captain.

Look, these guys are
extremely dangerous and armed

to the teeth.

If you run into them, make
sure you have plenty of backup.

Any questions?

Good luck.

Lou.

We're dealing with
white supremacists here.

Don't forget to duck.

Just another case, Hunter.

No problem.

Sorry I'm late.

Don't tell me, the
brown bear, right?

Blind bear.

Listen, I got a address on
Frank Lassiter's ex-wife Rita.

It's a long shot.

Check it out and
see what happens.

Will do.

Look, uh, Sergeant
McCall, I haven't

seen Frankie in more
than seven years,

and I really don't want to.

Can you prove that?

Why should I have to?

I have a whole new life now.

I have a good job, a
decent place to live.

You were married to the guy.

And I'm still paying for it.

I met that animal when I was 17.

I was nothing but a
runaway working the streets

with no one who gave a damn.

Along comes Frank, he
gives me lots of love,

and I thought I had it made.

He also gave me this.

It's 'cause he didn't like the
Christmas present I got him.

I'm sorry.

You don't know
what sorry is, lady.

If you do hear from him,
would you give me a call?

I own a gun now.

If that man walks through that
door, I'll blow his head off,

then I'll call you.

Yeah.

I tell you, Mr. Thomas,
this little baby is a special.

It comes with my
personal guarantee.

Dennis, there's
a call for you, line two.

Excuse me.

I'll tell you what.

If your kid has any
problems with this car,

I'll come over to the
house, I'll fix it myself.

Sweeney.

Dennis, a cop was here
asking about Frank and Rudy.

This cop didn't
ask about me, did he?

No.

No, but I'm worried.

Rita, relax.

In a few days, you, lover boy,
all of us are gonna be rich.

The armored car leaves
the office about 12 noon.

I figure approximately
25 minutes

to reach the interstate.

Now, that's on 12th Street.

It takes about five
minutes to load the money.

5 million bucks.

I love it, I love it,
I love it, I love. it.

May I go on?

Who's stopping you?

Now, Masters will
ride at the inside man.

Mm-hmm.

When your boys start the car,
he'll take out the other guard

and then open the doors.

When are we gonna
meet this Masters guy?

He's here.

I just want to give
him a big $5 million kiss.

Sorry I'm late.

What the hell is going on?

What do you mean, Rudy?

What do you mean,
what do I mean?

Look at him!

Didn't you tell him, Bass, huh?

I... I couldn't resist.

Hey, I don't
think this is funny.

Hey, neither do I, boy.

Cool it.

I ain't working with a spade!

You watch your mouth!

Hey, boy, I cut a dozen
of you guys up in the joint.

Let's make it a baker's dozen.

Rudy!

Rudy, I want to talk to you.

Come over here.

Rudy, listen to me.

Rudy.

Rudy, I want you
to listen to me.

Now, I want you to take a
look, a real close look.

You see that boy over there?

He ain't black.

He's green.

He's green, Rudy.

$5 million worth of green.

Do you understand?

Do you?

Good.

OK.

Now I want you to go outside.

Go on.

Come on, come on.

Cool it.

Relax.

Take a little target practice.

Look, uh... Masters,
I'm sorry about that.

You know, your
brother needs help.

Don't say that about him.

He's my brother, and he's worth
more than $5 million to me.

You got it?

Yeah.

Good.

Now why don't we
just continue talking

about getting rich, all right?

- Hunter.
- Hey.

The prison records show that
Rita didn't visit Lassiter

when he was up in Fenwick.

I left a copy of it
over on your desk.

Do you think she's straight?

Oh, I don't know.

All I know is she's got a good
sales job, good references,

she pays her rent on time.

The neighbors say they
see her every once

in a while with a guy in
his '30s, good looking.

Mm-hmm.

Tattoos on him?

No.

Is that for me?

No, it's not for you.

It's for Andy.

It's a housewarming gift.

Well, you know, you
should buy me one of those.

I'd like to have one of those.

I did buy you one of these.

You let it die.

Die?

Oh yeah.

Now, what's wrong with Andy
being a security guard?

It's a very reputable job.

That's not the point.

Well, what is?

The man has always
been straight with me.

He always has, and this
time it just doesn't add up.

He's always telling
me how great his life

is up there with his
daughter and his grandkids.

Why would he leave all of
that to come down here?

You better talk to him about it.

Dee Dee.

Hi, Andy.

Hey, Andy.

What are you doing here?

Hey, I'm the boss.

I took the day off.

Listen, I was going
through my files,

and I ran across a perp who
used to run with the Aryans.

Who's that?

The punk's name
is Dennis Sweeney.

When he isn't doing armed
robbery, he's selling cars.

That's his picture.

Does he have any tattoos?

I don't remember him having any.

Well, these guys
like tattoos, Andy.

Well, if it was up to
me, I'd check it out.

We've got an awful lot
of things to check out.

Well, it couldn't hurt.

Yeah, well I'll just put it
on the pile of stuff to look at.

Excuse me.

Andy, could we
get together later?

Oh, yeah, sure.

I got some things you do.

I'll give you a call.

Now, wait.

Are you telling me that
with all the detectives

we have on this case, nobody's
come up with anything?

That's right, Captain.

That doesn't make any sense.

Knowing Lassiter the way
I do, I have an idea he's

up to something awfully big.

Oh.

That's all we need.

I may have to leave.

I couldn't resist checking in
on that information on Sweeney.

Who is Sweeney?

Andy Polanski, a
retired police officer,

a friend of McCall's,
tipped us to the guy.

Apparently, Sweeney was up in
San Quentin for about 11 years,

and that's at
exactly the same time

that Frank Lassiter was there.

Yeah, but that doesn't
put Sweeney in the Legion.

Well, no, that's true.

But San Francisco
PD Intelligence

says that they've got a
new wrinkle on these guys.

They call them sleepers.

Apparently they
recruit them in prison,

but they don't tattoo them.

That way they use
them on the outside.

I think we ought to
talk to this guy Sweeney.

Good.

He's at Best Deal Used
Cars in the Valley.

How are you doing, Dennis?

Remember me?

Polanski.

And here I was
thinking you were dead.

Say, uh... are you interested
in that slick baby?

It's blue.

It used to be your
favorite color.

It still is.

What I'm interested in is
something a lot uglier.

Frank Lassiter.

Never heard of him.

Don't lie to me.

I should have had him.

Give me the gun, Andy!

I'm sorry, guys.

I know the guy was wrong.

He just didn't think that we
were taking him seriously.

And that gives the guy the right

to come out of retirement?

What's this guy want me
to do, give him a reward?

Well what do you want
to do, lock him up?

The guy blew our only lead.

And it's a lead we wouldn't have

if it hadn't have been for him.

Would you to back
off just a second.

Yeah.

We don't know that
Sweeney would have

ever led us to Lassiter, do we?

We do now.

That was ballistics.

The bullets from
Sweeney's gun matched

two of the slugs that were
in one of the murdered

deputy's bodies.

Look, there's no point
in keeping Polanski here.

Send him home.

Thanks, Charlie.

Andy, we have to talk.

Oh.

Sure, kiddo.

I'm really sorry
about what happened.

It was a dumb move.

There is an
understatement for you.

Well, let me make it up to you.

I still got contacts out there.

Let me hit the streets and
see what I can come up...

You don't seem
to get it, do you, Andy?

You don't seem to leave
well enough alone.

Now you listen, Hunter.

I was working the streets when
you were still in knee pants.

Now, when a good
cop offers you help,

you damn well better take it.

But you're not a
cop anymore, Andy.

You're a security guard.

I saw you going
to work last night.

Andy?

Andy, what's going on with you?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Come on.

There has to be.

That's why you came down to LA.

Isn't it?

Come on, let's talk.

I'm your friend.

Let's go talk.

When I retired and
moved to Seattle,

I thought it'd be great.

I'd be with my
daughter and her kids.

They're really good kids.

In your letters
you said that you

were having a terrific time.

Yeah.

I said a lot of things.

Dee Dee, my daughter
didn't want me there.

What?

What do you mean?
I can't believe that.

No, it's true.
Look, I don't blame her.

She just never was
able to forgive me.

Andy, forgive you for what?

I don't have to tell you what
a cop's personal life is like.

The job destroys it.

First it cost me my
marriage, then my kids

when my wife moved to Seattle.

I tried to keep in
touch, I really did,

but you know how it is.

My daughter hardly knew me.

So why did you
go back, initially?

I thought I could make it up
to her, make it right with us.

Have you got any idea what
it's like to live with

people that you
hope will love you

and you realize that you're...

You're just being tolerated?

I always felt alone up
there, so I came back.

I was never alone here.

I had the force,
I had other cops.

I had you.

Andy, you still have me.

Yeah, I know that.

Well, I've got to go to work.

- Are you gonna be all right?
- Yeah, I'll be fine.

Still the old blind bear, right?

Yeah.

I want to thank you,
Ray, for you being flexible.

It's really no problem.

Come in.

You wanted to see me, Chief?

Hey, Ray.

Masters, Ray is gonna take
over your spot on car five.

I want you to move
into car three.

But, Chief, I'm
senior on that run.

I know, but I need your
experience in car three.

But, Chief, listen, I...

Look, I don't want
to argue about it.

It's the way it's gonna be, OK?

Sorry, G.

Hey, take it easy, take it easy.

Take my wallet, OK?

Don't hurt me, OK?

Andy?

Andy?

Andy!

It's been a long time, buddy.

Wow.

Well, you... you scared me, Andy.

What are you doing here?

I thought... I thought
you were in Seattle.

I thought you retired, Andy.

Well, I was.

I just need some information
on some of your clients.

I don't have anymore clients.

I left that business
a long time ago.

My hands started
shaking a little bit,

you know what I'm saying?

And those bums, they didn't
trust me to paint them anymore.

But they're wrong.

My hands don't shake
that much, right?

Am I right?

You are still a
great artist, buddy.

I need some help.

Do you want me to
give you a... a tattoo?

No, no.

I want you to help me
locate Frank Lassiter.

What are you crazy, Andy?

You don't mess
with those people.

It's not for me,
it's for a friend.

Lassiter and his pals are
planning something big,

and I gotta know
what's going on.

I'm out of touch with
those people now, Andy.

I don't see them anymore.

Give it a try, for
old time's sake, huh?

Just hold on.

Now, Frank, will you
just listen to me?

Now, we are gonna have to
take down car number three.

Oh yeah?

How much?

About a mill and 1/2, if you
hit it at the end of the run.

Not good enough, Murdoch.

That's chump change.

Well, Frank, that
is the best we can do.

That's second best, and
that's not good enough for me!

There's got to be another way.

Hey, Mr. Armored Car
Man, why don't you

and I have a little talk, huh?

I'll put this in a bag for you.

There you go.

Have a nice night.

Hey, Le.

Hi, Ray.

How's the kid
working out, Larry?

He works real hard.

Thanks for sending him over.

A carton of Kings.

Uh... Kings, huh?

Le, check the stockroom
and see if you

can find a carton of Kings.

Sure.

Ray, I wish you
would stop smoking.

He's got a point.

Everybody, stand
up and turn around!

Yeah.

Don't... don't get excited,
just take what you want.

Thanks.

Oh man, you run
a lousy business.

There's less than
200 bucks here.

You better have more
money in the till next time.

Oh, uh... too bad there
ain't gonna be a next time.

Hi, Lou.

Are you sure the
boy saw the tattoo?

Mm-hmm.

The kid studies
German in school.

It said weiss macht.

It means white power.

Yeah, whatever.

Listen, um... go
easy with the kid.

One of the victims was
a guy named Austin.

He, um, brought the kid and his
family over here from Vietnam.

Hello, son.

I'm Sergeant Hunter.

What's your name?

Le.

Le?

Listen, I know this may
not be the time to ask you,

but do you think you might
be able to help us out,

look at some photographs?

Thank you.

If you recognize any of
these men, just speak up.

- That's him.
- Yes?

He shot Ray.
He shot Ray.

You're sure about that?

Yes.

Thank you, Le, very much.

Now, this officer is gonna
help you get home, OK?

Thank you.

I mean, this doesn't make sense.

These guys, they don't do this
for a couple hundred bucks.

They sure don't, Lou.

Hey, I did a backgrounder
on Dennis Sweeney.

It seems he's from Texas.

I'm having him checked out.

Fine.

How's Andy doing?

I don't really want
to talk about it.

Don't you ever go home?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's me, Andy.

Hi.

Listen, I talked to
some of my old clients,

and they haven't seen
anything of Lassiter's people.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

But I'll tell you something.

I learned something
I never knew before.

Remember a guy named
Dennis Sweeney?

I think you busted him once.

Right, that's the guy.

Do you know who his
half-sister was?

Lassiter's ex-wife.

Oh, um... did you
get an address on her?

Yeah, I don't have an address.

Yeah, in Sylmar.

It's 24321 Angel Heights.

Thanks, pal.

Homicide, Sergeant
McCall's desk.

Sergeant Hunter speaking.

Hello?

Hello?

Hunter, that backgrounder
from Texas on Dennis Sweeney

came in.

The only family to speak
of is a half-sister Rita.

Oh, Leslie.

Very nice work.

Thank you very much.

Hold it right there.

Well, you just never
give up, do you, old man?

We're gonna keep
this real simple.

You're gonna tell me where
Frank Lassiter is, or...

Dennis?

What's going on here?

Go back in the house, lady.
Don't!

Oh my god!

Polanski!

Dennis?

Dennis?

He gave me no choice.

Shut up!

Oh Dennis, please, no.

Turn around!

You're under arrest.

Thanks for bailing me out.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

A great way to end
a career, isn't it?

Andy, you had a terrific career.

It ended three years ago.

Yeah, right.

Andy?

Do you think it's easy?

One day you're out
working the streets

commanding respect, the next
day you're just out there.

Andy, I understand that, but
you've got to let it go now.

Wait till you
see what it's like.

Walking down Figueroa you
spot some guy that's dirty,

and you can't do
anything about it.

Now, that hurts.

Andy, why don't you
go back up to Seattle?

Look, you got family up there.

Why don't you try
to make it work?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

I gotta go.

Andy.

Dee Dee, don't end up like me.

I've spent three hours
with Rita Lassiter.

She swears she doesn't
know where Frank is.

Well, we cannot hold her.

Look, get somebody on her.

Charlie, what's gonna
happen with Andy Polanski?

Well, I... I don't think the
DA's gonna be too hard on him.

I'm very sorry about Andy.

I'm sorry too,
about a lot of things.

What are you doing?

You guys said it's been
running rough lately.

I'm just pumping the
fuel pump a little bit.

It should be fine now.

Man, I can't help
thinking about Ray.

Yeah, me too.

I feel weird going
out like this.

Yeah, let's roll.

Hunter.

Here's that paperwork on the
convenience store shooting you

wanted.
- Oh, yeah.

Right.

Say, how's that boy doing?

Mm, OK.

You nail those pigs, I'm sure
he'll feel a whole lot better.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Hey, McCall.

I got a big-time lead.

Let's go.

Let me, uh... let me call Andy.

I'm worried about him.

The victim at the
convenience store

was an armored car driver.

Forget about Andy.

Let's move it.

We got a job to do.

Yeah, how are you?

OK.

I'll see you next time.

Who took Ray Austin's
place on the route?

I put our John
Masters back on it.

What do you mean you
put him back on it?

What's the next pickup?

$5 million, Golden West Bank.

It's not ringing.

Something's wrong.

- Call the bank.
- It's too late.

They would have left
there five minutes ago.

Can you give me a
copy of the route?

You bet.

Here it comes.

Dean, what the
hell are you doing?

Getting rich.

Get the money.

Yeah.

Here.

All right, Rudy, finish it up.

Hey, boy, you take
care of your pal.

That's your department.

Rudy, let's go!

My brother's wrong.

I ain't color blind.

You ain't green.

You're black.

Hey!

Freeze, police!

This one's still alive.

I'm gonna go call an ambulance.

So, how is Rudy Lassiter?

Bad.

The surgeon said
it could be hours.

Yeah.

I tell you, he better live.

The feds are gonna be all
over us in a few minutes,

and he's our only link to
Frank and that 5 million bucks.

Captain?

I have to go take
care of something.

- I'll be back.
- Is something wrong?

I'll be back.

Oh god, Andy.

Oh.

Oh.

Hunter, the hospital called.

Rudy Lassiter's
coming out of surgery.

Let's go.
- You're kidding.

Let's get over there.

Hey, McCall, Rudy
Lassiter just woke up.

We're going to the
hospital, come on.

Andy killed himself tonight.

What?

What'd you say?

You know, all he had
in this life was a job?

Family didn't care about him.

All he had was being a
cop, and that was over.

He had nothing.

He had you.

He didn't.

Not really.

You know, today I had a feeling
that I had to talk to him,

and I went over to
the phone to call him.

And I was picking up the
phone to talk to him,

and that's when you came in.

Do you remember
what you said to me?

You said, talk to him later
because you have a job to do.

That's right.

Do you remember you said that?

You said, you have a job to do.

You know what I realized?

All I have in my
life is this job!

I am not gonna end up like Andy.

This job can go to hell.