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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.