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Otis, how many times I gotta tell you?

You gonna bet the horses, make sure

you do it at the track, huh?

Here.

Tom, make sure this is tagged and booked into evidence,

OK, will you?

I got her.

You watch him.

Yeah.

Hey.

What you doing? - Huh.

I thought I lost you for a second.

Oh, yeah. Dream on.

What'd you find out?

The rumor I heard was right.

An undercover cop's gonna get popped tonight.

You got a name?

I don't know the cop, but I got a name on the shooter...

Pablo Torres.

Pablo Torres?

I don't know a Torres.

He does the dirty work for a major money

laundering operation.

I see.

Did they make you in there?

- Not yet. - OK.

I'm gonna put you through booking.

If you come up with anything, let me know.

You got it.

OK, Molenski, it's that time again.

I know you like this part.

Sure do.

Every Friday night.

Come on.

You're late.

Listen, Torres, this is the last time

we meet in a place like this.

Hey, what are you worried about?

My people aren't here.

We won't be disturbed.

Next time, we do it on my terms.

You're the only one complaining.

Right, Delvecchio?

Yoshima?

I don't care about them.

I'm telling you, I don't like it.

You know, me neither, Torres...

Shut up.

Who the hell do you think you're talking to?

You're a messenger, nothing more.

Our business is built on trust.

Somebody breaks that trust, then we

have to deal with that person.

We have a chameleon in on this, one who changes his colors

to suit his environment.

A Treasury agent.

Gone where all chameleons go, straight to hell.

I didn't have a chance to do anything.

If I make a move, I blow my own cover.

Nobody's blaming you, Jake.

Yeah.

Watching a guy go down, though, it gets to you.

Yeah.

Treasury agent on top of everything else.

Yeah.

Now you guys are gonna be all over me with questions.

I could live without that, Molenski.

Hey, Jake.

Hey, Hunter.

Gee whiz, you look like Pat Riley.

Yeah.

It's one of the benefits of being undercover.

All you had to do was pick up the phone and tell us that

you had an agent undercover in this operation...

One phone call.

Why weren't we informed about your man?

The money laundering was being generated

through local businessmen... It's LAPD's domain.

Hey, listen... you want to go over anything

with me before we see Charlie?

Yeah, yeah.

Look, Rick, you gotta believe me...

I didn't know this Yoshima guy was undercover.

I know, Jake.

The only ones who knew was Treasury.

Captain Devane, money laundering is a federal crime.

And we found something concrete,

we would've let you know.

Look, I just don't want the feds screwing

up all my work on Torres.

No, I understand that... believe me.

That... that won't happen.

OK?

Charlie's in a talk with the feds right now.

Well, you think you could stick your head in there?

Yeah, I don't see why not.

Excuse me, Captain...

Listen, Captain, I don't know what's been decided here.

I just don't want to see all my work go down the drain.

I got a lot of names, I got a lot of facts.

I understand your concern, Officer Janowitz,

but we need Pablo Torres in custody.

And that blows all the work I've done on this case?

I understand, Jake.

But there's been a homicide now...

That's got to take precedence.

Now you've done great work on this case for us, believe me.

All right, all right.

Arrest them, but...

I've got to be in on it.

Officer Janowitz, I'm sorry, but you're

now a federal witness, and we can't allow that.

Look, I'm a cop... I'm part of this.

Look, with all due respect, Lieutenant,

I think this is Jake's case... he should be in on it.

I agree.

OK.

But you stay in the background.

You understand that, right Jake?

All right.

First thing you can do is tell us where we find Torres.

All right.

He likes fancy cars.

Um.

What is that... Chadway.

Chadway Exotic Cars.

You know, Jake said he wanted to be in on this deal.

Now where the hell is he?

I don't know.

Haven't seen him.

Hunter, we got something.

Ah, there's Torres.

We've got to go... come on.

Torres! LAPD.

Wanna talk to you.

Don't even think about it!

You know, I always wanted to do that.

And you did it so well, too.

You're doing this just to harass my client.

We will take legal action against your department.

This is a total waste of time... a big joke.

C'mon, get me outta here.

Your client's been booked for the murder

of a Treasury agent... it's not harassment, nor is it a joke.

Hey, where's your proof?

You got nada, not a damn thing.

Jake.

You filthy... he's got nothing on me.

I got everything we need.

Get him outta here.

Under the circumstances, officer,

I'd like you to enter the federal witness

protection program.

Now, we'll set you up in a safe house till the trial.

Not interested.

It's for your own safety.

You're not hearing me, lady...

I said no!

Not going to a safe house.

Forget it!

Let me talk to him, huh?

Hey, Jake!

Hey, what's the problem?

She gets one of her own men killed,

and she wants me to have a babysitter.

- You're the only witness, Jake. - Oh, yeah.

You think I'm that stupid, I don't think

they're gonna try to hit me?

We'll do the whole safe house setup through Metro.

No, I got to be working, move around.

I don't want to be a sitting duck.

Come on, Hunter... you know me.

Where were you yesterday?

I thought you wanted to be in the taking down of Torres.

Uh. Yeah.

Um... I got stuck in traffic.

You got stuck in traffic?

Listen... I'll give some thought

to the safe house thing, OK?

I'll see you later.

Oh.

Forgot how much I like this place.

I know it's your favorite.

You like pie, Dad?

Since when did I not like pie?

You trying to spoil me in my old age?

Just trying to see you more often.

It's been a long time since we've had lunch together.

C'mon.

It has not been that long.

It has.

You've been working too hard, and I miss you.

I've missed you too, babe.

Why don't you take some time off?

Maybe go up to the wine country and see Cousin Willy?

All right.

I think I'd like that.

It's my treat...

I invited you.

Hey, I'm old fashioned.

Put your money away.

All right.

Let me get the tip.

You want some change for that, Dad?

Why?

The service was great.

It wasn't $100 great.

$100?

What's the matter with me?

I thought it was a $10.

$10 enough?

Yeah.

Dad!

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Please, Dad!

Close call, Jake.

You're lucky to be alive. - They releasing me?

No, you have a concussion.

Ah, what concussion?

The doctors want to keep you overnight

for an EEG and a CAT scan.

No, no... they're not hooking me up to any machines, no way.

Hey, I'm all right.

Where's Allison?

- She's out front with Molenski. - She was almost killed.

She's got to be protected.

Jake, the parking lot attendant

at the restaurant took both rounds in the chest,

meant for you... he's dead.

You're the one that needs protection.

Two men.

Dark suits.

The man with the gun was a little older, mustache.

Um.

I hardly saw the driver at all.

OK, uh.

So let's go over the car again. - Uh.

It was black, fancy.

Four doors, I think.

Mm-hmm.

California plates, with a seven and either a three or an eight,

right?

I'm sorry.

I just didn't see clearly.

No apologies.

You're a great eyewitness, Allison.

I wouldn't want to make it an occupation.

Jake, this isn't about pride.

- You're a key witness. - I know that.

If you know that, you ought to know you need protection.

I can protect myself.

Dad!

Dad! Are you OK?

Oh, I'm fine... don't worry.

I just can't convince anybody else that.

Allison, here's what we're gonna do...

Tonight, we're going to put a guard outside of his door.

Tomorrow morning, when he wakes up and he's released,

somebody from Metro will pick him up, OK?

Dr. Strong to Admitting.

Dr. Strong to Admitting.

Now, relax.

Good night.

Rest.

How is he?

Got a concussion.

Can't remember anything.

- Code blue. - Allison did.

She helped a lot. - Good.

Did you read Jake's report on the murder

of the Treasury agent?

Yeah.

Kind of sketchy, don't you think?

No connections, no names.

Eh.

Whatever he knows, he seems to be keeping things to himself.

Yeah.

Yeah, it does.

Code blue, Four East.

I don't pay you guys to go around nailing

parking lot attendants.

Hey, the fool jumped in front of the cop at the last second.

This whole screw-up has Torres jumpy.

He wants some guarantees.

He wants Janowitz dead.

Don't worry.

I'll get him, Mr. Gibbs.

I do worry!

You don't think... you just do your damn job, you understand?

It's gonna be a lot harder now.

They're sure to have him in protective custody.

You tell Torres that cop's as good as dead.

There's still Delvecchio... he saw

the Treasury guy go down too.

Yeah, well, something is really weird over there.

What I want to know, why haven't the feds

or the locals moved in on him?

Nobody's been around to even question him.

They probably got him staked out, see who tries to hit him.

No, I don't understand it.

And when it comes to cops, I don't like

things that I don't understand.

Isn't there a better way to handle this?

There's only one way.

Janowitz and Delvecchio?

Hit them both.

How many times do I have to tell you?

You have to spread it with your hands before you press it!

I mean, that's the only way you get the wrinkles out!

Hey, what, you gotta be a genius to run this machine?

Mr. Delvecchio... um, that wino's passed out

again out in the back alley.

You want me to call the cops to haul him off?

No, no.

We don't need no cops for some wino.

I'll take care of it.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey.

Hey!

OK, Jake.

Hal's gonna alternate with Kenny Davis... he'll

get you anything you need.

You even have room service here, Jake.

Pretty fancy for Metro, huh?

You know how it works.

Don't even answer the door.

Yeah, yeah. I know.

I've been a babysitter once or twice.

I hated it then, I hate it now.

Here's a list of personal effects...

Allison will get them for me.

OK.

Get on it first thing in the morning.

This makes us even for Echo Park, Hunter.

'Member?

About the second month, we were partners

in the black and white?

November.

Hot as hell in Los Angeles.

We were driving down Colston Avenue, I believe...

You were behind the wheel.

I spotted a rusted out pickup truck

weaving in and out of traffic.

It was on the hot sheet.

Mm-hmm... had a commercial plate.

Weird combination of numbers.

2-8, 4-8, 6-8.

That's exactly what it was.

Great memory.

He spots us, he makes a run for it...

Ends up crashing into the lobby of a movie theater.

You remember what was playing that day?

Ah, wait a minute.

Don't tell me... uh.

- Horror movie... - "The Exorcist."

"The Exorcist," right.

I'll never forget it.

We chased him inside.

Somehow, he gets me from behind.

On the stage, right in front of the movie screen.

Everybody out there running and screaming.

He's got a knife to my neck.

And behind Jake on the screen is Father

Karras doing an exorcism.

Yeah.

It was weird.

This guy starts yelling insults at the punk.

Oh, I didn't know what else to do.

I almost got Jake killed.

No, no, no.

You distracted him... he forgot about me for a second.

I got an elbow into him, he moved back a little bit,

gave you an open shot.

You know, I've owed you that one

for a long time, Hunter.

A lot of police officers have owed you, Jake.

It all evens itself out. - No, no.

No, no.

When you're around for a while, you really...

You really remember the guys who were

there when you needed them.

Well, look, um.

Have a good night.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Thanks, Hal.

Oh, and... uh, he snores like a truck driver.

Look, Jake Janowitz has been writing

reports for this department for the last 20 years.

I have never read the statement

of a professional police officer this incomplete and incoherent.

He had a concussion!

Sergeant Hunter...

Have you ever been in a gunfight

or knocked out, Lieutenant?

Janowitz was fully conscious and purportedly

a vigilant undercover observer when he made his report

on the murder of Agent Yoshima.

That report is unintelligible.

How do you explain that?

I'm sure Jake can explain it.

I certainly hope so, because he

will be a disaster as a witness if he

doesn't have the details and the dialogue of the killing.

Let's not try the case in this office, shall we?

You're talking about one of the best police officers

this department has ever seen.

I'm talking about the murder of a Treasury agent,

and not about old friends.

Captain, if you'll excuse me, I do have work to do.

Jake's notes are such a mess.

You too, huh?

Me too, what?

Nothing.

What about Jake's notes?

He rambled all over... Dates, places, a lot of names.

Uh, some of them I recognize...

Contacts.

Vice, mostly.

What about the names you don't recognize?

Uh, two names keep repeating.

Um, the last name Gibbs and...

Ernie Delvecchio.

I'm having them run through R&I.

Yeah, OK.

Good.

Thanks.

Hey, Willis.

Don't let me forget this...

I got a big party tonight.

Why don't you, uh, check those machines back there,

make sure they're turned off?

I'll lock up here.

Right.

How about some cards, Jake?

Yeah, sure.

Gimme a couple minutes.

Ernie.

Ernie, Ernie, Ernie.

Ernie Delvecchio.

On the far side line,

and it is out of bounds.

Father Karras.

Never like this.

That's true, and he delivered one.

He is wide to the left side.

Now they're playing to the right.

Knocked back.

Going first down.

Screen on the left side.

Mr. Delvecchio. Delvecchio!

Damn.

Mr. Delvecchio!

Mr. Delvecchio!

Damn.

How you doing?

Good.

I just talked to some guys in Vice.

Delvecchio was definitely part of the money laundering

operation Jake was investigating.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Yeah... what about the other name that was on Jake's notepad?

Edward Gibbs... big time

commercial real estate dealer.

Vice didn't have him connected to any of the money laundering,

but I did some cross checking in the files

and came up with an interesting twist.

Yeah? What's that?

Matson's law firm struck it rich over the last five years,

representing Edward Gibbs.

Ah.

Money laundering through commercial real estate.

Maybe Jake can put the rest of the pieces together for us.

Yeah, well that's if we can find Jake.

Left us another one of his notes.

Probably wanna run that name through R&I.

Westlake?

Who or what is Westlake?

I have no idea.

You think Jake's maybe playing some little kind of game on us

here?

Well, if he is, he's not doing himself any good, now is he?

Hello.

Yeah, I just heard about Delvecchio.

He's got nothing to do with us.

What are you saying?

Our people were not involved.

Doesn't make any sense.

It does to somebody.

Now you listen to me, Matson...

I don't want to know you anymore.

I don't want you to come to my house.

Make this your last phone call to me.

Why don't you get a scrambler for your damn phone?

I told you!

I don't like what's going on.

You hear me?

I don't like it one bit.

Lieutenant Fowler?

I understand you put out a net on Jake Janowitz

without consulting us.

He walked out of your protective custody.

That's right, which makes it our responsibility.

There is nothing stopping your department

from bringing him in.

Look, if this is your idea of cooperation, it stinks.

Hunter... it may be your man who stinks.

Now wait just a second.

Let me just tell you something...

Jake Janowitz is not on anybody's payroll.

Then tell me why he filed an unintelligible report about

the murder of a federal agent almost six hours

after it happened... six hours!

That's pretty conclusive.

I'm sure there's an explanation for that.

Well, even Captain Devane can't

figure out that discrepancy.

Oh, I see.

Jake's a triple agent, and he set up the hit on himself...

Is that right?

If Janowitz is in such immediate jeopardy

of being killed, then why did he walk away

from your protective custody?

Oh, hi.

Nothing new about Jake on this end... what about you?

Zip.

Fowler thinks Jake's on the take.

Oh, you gotta be kidding!

A rumor like that could end his career.

We got to find him.

Excuse me.

Hunter.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Allison's downstairs waiting for us... he wants to meet with us.

Says it's very, very important.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, you!

Hey, look here.

Look, you're supposed to stay behind the tape.

It's OK.

I'm...

You're what?

Anyone hurt here?

Yeah, my boss.

He was killed.

Ernie Delvecchio.

That's right. You knew him?

Westlake.

Westlake!

Are you sure you're OK?

I'm fine... I'm just a little shaky, that's all.

Here, honey... it'll make you feel better.

Thanks.

Now, uh... what's got you so upset?

It's Dad.

Something's wrong, really wrong.

I went back to the emergency room where they treated him.

Their final tests were inconclusive,

but they said I should call our family doctor.

When I called him, he said that he'd

seen Dad earlier this year.

And there was a serious problem.

Tell Captain Devane we're gonna need all the

help we can get.

I have an idea...

I know where I can find Jake.

I will.

"The Exorcist?"

- No comprendo. - "The Exorcist."

What time does it start?

Estas son las peliculas.

Mira!

Oh.

No, no.

"The Exorcist."

That's what I want to see.

Senor, esta pelicula ya no se exhibe.

Listen, don't tell me it's not here!

I know where I am, and it's...

"The Exorcist" is here!

Must be a mistake.

You don't understand me, do you?

Listen, please.

"Exorcist" has to be playing here.

Jake!

Hey, Jake, wait a minute!

Jake, wait a minute!

Slow down, Jake... it's me, it's Rick!

- Who are you? - It's Rick!

- What do you want? - It's Rick Hunter!

- Leave me alone! - It's me!

- Who are you? - It's me, Jake!

It's me, Rick Hunter!

It's Rick. - Hunter.

- Yeah. - Hunter.

"The Exorcist," Hunter!

I know all about "The Exorcist."

- You remember. - Yes, I do remember.

- You remember! - I know why you're here, Jake.

Westlake Theater.

You can't remember, can you, Jake?

"The Exorcist," Hunter!

You can't remember, can you?

You can't remember, can you, Jake?

Something you never think is gonna happen to you.

Look, Jake, don't worry.

We'll get you the best of care.

It's Alzheimer's, Hunter.

It only gets worse.

OK.

Well, how bad has it got?

Bad enough so that I don't always know from one minute

to the next what's happening.

Like not remembering Delvecchio was there when Torres

killed the Treasury agent.

OK, look... we'll sit down with your notes,

go over them page by page.

Check the names and the places.

We might find it was me that torched Delvecchio's car.

I was there, but I can't remember when.

Hunter, it's like your worst nightmare come true.

Like when you went after Torres at the car shop.

Right.

I was in my car driving on the freeway,

in the middle of the city where I grew up.

And I didn't know where I was.

You know what it's like to get lost

and have no idea where you are?

Hunter, I've become an embarrassment to everyone.

I'd rather be dead.

Hey, Jake... hey, look at me.

I don't want you talking like that, you understand me?

I can't believe you didn't tell me!

And now you don't want to talk about it?

Why won't you let me help you?

I'm your father.

I help you... not the other way around.

That's great, Dad, but you've got to do something.

I don't have to do anything.

I can take care of myself.

Jake.

You gotta get help.

Come on.

After all these years, your daughter

wants to do something for you?

Why don't you give her that?

- Alzheimer's? - Yeah.

Once Jake realized Allison knew, Molenski

convinced him to talk with her.

Jake still wants to testify against Torres.

Well, Lieutenant Fowler thinks she's going to get a conviction

without Jake's testimony.

Well, how's she going to do that?

He's the only remaining eyewitness.

She doesn't think his testimony will hold up.

What?

In fact, she called me before lunch.

She said they're going to go without Jake,

even if we find him.

Yeah.

Excuse me, Captain.

Sergeant Hunter?

Here's that file on Delvecchio you wanted.

Oh, great... when'd this come in?

- Just now. - Great... thanks, Joe.

You know, we're going to have

to put him on medical leave.

Can't even offer him a desk job.

Yeah.

Something's very funny here, Charlie.

Delvecchio file doesn't even have an autopsy report in it.

It should be in there.

Check this out with the ME.

I did a prelim when they brought him in,

but there never was an autopsy.

Why not?

Treasury agents took the body and ordered our files sealed.

What?

Whole thing didn't add up.

The bomb squad report said the car

blew up when the victim got in.

Even from our prelim, I got to tell

you that man was dead for at least 10 hours

before the explosion.

Yeah... thanks a lot.

R-20 Charles.

R-20, go.

I got her heading west.

Good.

Stick with her.

I'll parallel.

Roger.

R-20 Charles.

Where are you?

Wilshire and Hampton.

She just came in for a landing.

Good.

I'm a half a block away.

Second floor, number five.

Sergeant Hunter, Metro.

Treasury Department.

What's your problem? - I don't have a problem.

I wanna see Fowler.

Let him in.

Where is he?

You owe us an explanation, don't you think?

Fair enough.

Delvecchio called us.

He said he put a wino who died outside his cleaning shop

into his car, torched the car to fake his own death,

and he surrendered to us.

A testimony for federal protection, is that right?

What were we supposed to do?

Jake Janowitz is not somebody we can put on the witness stand.

You'd have done the same thing.

Not in a million years.

When you found out about Delvecchio,

you should've called Metro.

He'll make a statement that Edward Gibbs was running

a money laundering scheme.

I don't need lessons in procedure.

I'm giving you a major collar.

I'm going to put in my report what you think

inter-agency cooperation means.

You need some lessons yourself...

In gratitude.

Yeah, well, maybe... But not from you.

Have a seat.

Now you know you have the right to have an attorney

present, Mr. Torres.

I don't need an attorney.

- So you're waiving that right. - Yes, I am.

I see.

OK.

What do you have to say?

Turn the machine off.

Turn it off, please.

Look, I could do the time, but not the gas chamber.

Well, I can't guarantee a judge

isn't gonna give you the gas chamber.

But you can put it in a good word for me, can't you?

Oh, I can put in a good word for you.

All depends what you tell me, though.

Mr. Torres, I can put you back in your cell,

or you can talk to me... take your pick.

Go ahead... turn it on.

Gibbs ordered the hit.

Gibbs ordered the hit?

Yeah.

He found out Yoshima was a Treasury agent,

and he went crazy.

Oh.

So he had you kill him?

Yeah.

We didn't know Jake was an undercover cop.

Yeah.

Tough luck, huh?

Yeah.

Real tough.

Ben.

Take him back to his cell.

Thank you.

Hello.

Matson.

I told you not to call here again.

Torres told the cops everything.

He fingered everyone... you, me.

Whatever you're gonna do, it better be quick.

Ed, get the car.

Hold it right there, Gibbs... police!

Watch him!

Gibbs!

Gibbs!

Now comes the good part.

I get to read you your rights.

Let's go outside... It'll be more comfortable.

Oh, this is great.

Allison, you did a great job with the house.

Thanks.

Have a seat... join us.

In a few minutes.

I still have some unpacking to do.

- You sure? - Yes.

- All right, when you finish. - OK.

Thank you.

Oh, be nice having her around again... be like old times.

As long as you get some rest.

I will, Hunter, as soon as this trial is over.

You know, I could've testified.

With my notes, I could have done it.

I know you could have, Jake... and I'd have helped you,

believe me.

But with Delvecchio and Torres rolling over on Gibbs,

I think the case is pretty well handled.

Besides, I don't think you need to prove anything to anybody.

I didn't finish it.

Jake, you did a great job on that case... don't forget that.

You handled it real well.

Just like you've handled everything in your life

real well.