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Tonight on hunter.

-Los Angeles is a city under siege.

-As angelenos lock their doors and wonder,

where are the police?

-Hunter.

I'm back in town with a bang.

Let's go see the Dean of boys, shall we?

-Johnny gets even.

-Everyone creates their own death.

And that's why they created me.

Freeze!

Been a long time, hunter.

No ac.

Hardly worth the gas.

Austin control.

On repeater station five.

Texas ranger unit 411, still in transition.

Copy Austin.

-Check the goddess.

Spooky witch doesn't even sweat.

-Let's check it out

-uh, don't stop.

Let's call it in.

Get out!

Come on.

-Better do it.

He's crazy.

-Get your hands up.

Get her out.

Come on!

Come on.

Get over here.

Get your hands on the roof.

Come on.

-Put your hands behind your back.

Other hand.

Get out.

-Nice day out today, now, isn't it sheriff?

-Ha!

You did it.

-I said I would, didn't I?

-Yeah, you did, didn't you.

Stand by for a message from chief Daryl gates

to all divisions.

-Howdy.

I've asked uh, deputy chief Curtis

moorehead to be with me today.

He's key to what I want to talk to you about.

I'm going to have chief moorehead and his neighborhood

emergency task force work with you.

I want you to plug in your ideas to his task force.

I think working with chief moorehead,

that job is going to get done.

-Hey, hunter, come here.

-We're going to target certain communities, those communities

where crime is really going off the charts.

That'll be our first step.

You know how I feel about you and this department.

-We just got an updated telex on Iris Smith's escape.

No details on her accomplice yet,

but the manhunt's been expanded to the new Mexico border.

Texas rangers think she's heading west.

-Yeah, I just pulled up the file.

Listen, I spent the morning over at city hall,

talking with the top brass.

The chief is busting our humps.

Crime stats are up.

Money for police is down.

You know the story.

So the word is, deliver.

Don't go out there looking for trouble, huh?

-I never do.

-I'm also confident that I can count on you

to work to with chief moorehead.

That's most important.

I'm going to be working with my friends in the media,

updating them each week on our progress.

And I'm confident that I'll be able to tell them,

each and every week, that crime is going down.

This job is going to get done.

Because you and i, chief moorehead,

we're going to get it done.

Go get them.

Thank you very much.

-Sargent hunter.

She says to tell you, she's here.

-Who's here?

Who is this?

-Iris Smith is here.

She's going to kill me.

Help me.

-Charlie.

Line two, 187 in progress.

Uh, where are you?

-I'm at the riverside apartments.

1648 riverside.

209.

Sandra clements.

-Sandra?

Let me speak to Iris.

Deming, 187 in progress.

1648 riverside.

Black and whites, code three, need a unit there.

Right now.

-Hunter.

I've missed you.

And I'm back in town.

With a bang.

-Sandra?

Sandra!

Did you get it?

-Yeah, they're rolling right now.

-Oh, sargent hunter.

This lady's been waiting about an hour.

She has some information for you.

-Thanks, sargent.

-Ah, I don't know whether it means anything

but, I was walking my dog, crossing the street

and two people ran out of that apartment.

-Two people?

-A man a woman.

The man was bigger.

I started to cross the street and they nearly ran me down.

I was going to report them anyway.

I got part of their license plate.

It was 242 and it was a green mustang

and the plates were black and white.

-Black and white.

That might be Texas.

What is your name?

-Helen fleck.

Helen fleck.

F-l-e-c-k?

-Yes, uh, huh.

-Ok, Mrs. Fleck.

I'm going to have a police officer who's

a sketch artist get a hold of you

as soon as possible to see if you might be able to help us

identify the two people you might have seen.

-Oh, fine.

Well, thank you.

Thanks very much, Mrs. Fleck.

Appreciate it.

-Come on, darling.

-Are you, are you the cop in charge here?

-Sargent hunter.

What can I do for you?

-Sargent, I'm Jack small.

My daughter and I live around the corner here.

Debbie goes to the school where Mrs. Clements teaches.

Uh, taught.

A woman's been killed here.

I mean, what is it?

Gangs, black, white, hispanic?

What are we're looking for here?

-Well, Mr. Small, i'm working on a homicide here.

And whatever information we have to release to the public,

you'll be able to read about it in the newspaper in due time.

-You know, we're all sick and tired of reading

about it in the newspapers.

-Dad.

No, no, no.

Wait a minute.

Now, listen sergeant, I'm a fireman.

I know how this city operates.

We get reamed when we're on a fire and it gets out of hand.

Well if you ask me, this city is out of hand and somebody

better do something about it before it's gone.

And we're reading about in the newspaper.

-Yes, sir.

-Well, uh, we're focusing uh, an intensive investigation

on this case.

Reporter on television: And can you

confirm the rumors that are definitely

related to the prison break in Texas

and the manhunt for Iris Smith and her partner?

-Well, rumors, you know, they're not important.

What we're doing is, we're going to wage war on all degenerates

and we're going to win.

The streets here and the neighborhoods and...

-And to the oceans white with foam.

-Turn that back on.

Something's turning on baby, but it ain't the tube.

What is it, huh?

You know what day it is.

It's Wednesday.

-Never touch this.

-Never touch nothing of yours?

-Took me eight years on death row

to see my plan in place in here.

Most people go through their own life and never see.

I saw, in one blinding flash of light.

Everyone creates their own fears.

Everyone creates their own death.

And that's why they created me.

-You look beat.

What's going on?

-Well the rangers are looking for the blue mustang

and we're looking for Iris.

So far, she hasn't shown up.

-Well, maybe somebody will spot her.

Austin just sent us some more background.

She just lost her last appeal.

She was due for lethal injection yesterday.

Definitely the end of the road.

Apparently she was hell on wheels in the joint.

They had to lock her down both night and day.

What's the deal with her?

Who is she?

-I arrested Iris about 10 years ago in Los Angeles.

I extradited her back to Texas on a murder charge.

Other than that I have no idea who the hell she is.

-Why would she kill a civics teacher from Pierce high?

-Your presence as requested in the task force room.

-Oh, wonderful.

I'll pass, Charlie.

-No, that order comes directly from the mayor

via deputy chief moorehead.

-Well, why should we have to sit on any team meeting?

-I got bad news for you.

You're part of it.

-For those of you who don't know,

I'm deputy chief moorehead, this division's dropped the ball.

We're in a war.

Los Angeles is a city under siege.

And it is way past the time that we started defending ourselves.

I read in the mail that comes in to city hall.

People are scared.

Every time they turn around, a neighbor's

mugged or raped or murdered.

Community perception is that the police exist

to warm the stools at dunkin donuts.

Captain devane.

Thank you for joining us.

Watch commanders, you know where you stand.

Detectives, these are your assignments.

Have any questions?

-Ah, yeah.

Last time I looked, I was in charge of this division.

I wonder why i'm the last one in find

out about these new assignments.

-Because this is my task force.

But, chief, you can't pull people off ongoing cases.

-Yes, I can.

-But I'm working on the clements homicide with hunter.

-Am I not speaking English here?

The vacation's over people.

We're hitting the streets running.

One homicide.

One cop.

You think you can manage alone, sergeant hunter?

-The murder part or the donut part?

-Why am I being placed undercover at Pierce high?

-Well, the Sandra clements case ought to tell you that.

She was a teacher at Pierce.

Here in the middle of my trouble.

Now, a cop in Sandra's place might,

might just help pull some of these pins out of here.

Look, I don't think you understand.

What was didn't work.

We're no longer what you think you are.

You're my task force, appointed by the mayor,

who pays your ticket.

I don't want any more thinking.

I want you to do what you're told.

-You know, it's not a good idea to leave your stuff on the curb

here.

It won't be here when you get back.

I live upstairs.

My name is Jack.

I saw you moving in.

-Well, hi.

I'm Dee Dee woods.

Derrick small.

-Nice to meet you.

-Got any help here, or can I give you a hand?

I would appreciate that.

Thanks.

I've just got a full trailer and an empty apartment.

-Welcome to mar vista.

-Well, thank you.

Assistant principal at Pierce high arranged it for me.

-Roger?

How did you run into him?

-Well, I'm going to start teaching

gym there in the morning.

-You know about Sandra clements?

-Yeah I heard.

-Used to live around the corner.

Excuse me a minute.

-Hello, Landry.

Single parent.

Have you got kids?

-No.

-Yeah.

I swear, she comes home from school stoned on something

half the time.

If they don't do something at that school real soon,

a lot of us who care for our kids are going to do something.

-What?

-What the cops are afraid to do.

We've got a little neighborhood program

here to pick up the slack.

Let me put it this way.

You can sleep soundly.

Somebody will be watching over you.

-Hey, any of you seen my booking slip on Duncan?

-Hey, Charlie, you know, I'm just now getting

a response on those Texas plates?

-What do you mean, just now?

-Moorehead's got the whole damn system jammed up

with out of state traces on VCR's and stolen car radios.

Take a look at that.

-Ah, two mustangs, one '69 registered in abilene

to a doctor, still parked in the garage.

Number two, '67, registered in waco.

William Joseph Powell.

-Yeah, we're waiting for his arrest record

to come through right now.

-Well, can you connect this Powell guy up with Iris Smith?

-Well Charlie, our witness said that she saw two people,

a woman and a man, leaving clements' apartment the night

she was murdered.

Powell could be her accomplice.

-So what's next?

Well, until the report comes through,

I'm going to do some legwork for myself.

-All right.

-All right.

Well, hello, darling.

-It's miss woods.

Let's see your pass and your ID.

-Ooh, chill out there, honey.

I know about you.

Gym teach.

In from pico.

I'm Johnny youngblood.

I'd like to see you do a little floor exercise.

I like athletic women.

-Yeah?

Well, maybe when you grow up, you

can find one that likes you.

Let's go see the Dean of boys, shall we?

-Yeah.

-Good, Johnny.

-Yeah, just keep laughing, puke.

Ok, girls, that's enough for today.

Go on, take a shower.

Most schools forbid smoking in the locker rooms.

You know, I'm new here.

Maybe by the time I learn the rules,

I will have forgotten your faces.

Bye.

Debbie, having met your dad, I uh,

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

-You'll tell him, huh?

-No, I think you got enough going

on at home without me butting in.

I don't like what I see, but I'm not

going to go running to your dad.

-Why not?

Isn't that what adults are supposed to do?

-You've got three periods before lunch and one afterwards.

But if you're really, really serious about this,

the girls jv basketball team needs a coach.

-It's been a long time but I do have a mean jump shot.

You know, um, there's something

that I should have passed on to your partner

about Sandra clements' death.

-Well, I've got some time.

Why don't we take a break?

-Good.

How about in my office?

-Yeah.

-Oh, Roger, i'm glad you're here.

I want to show you something.

Don't go away.

-Jack.

-Try 225.

-Jack.

What are you doing?

-I want to show you.

-Knock it off.

This is school property you're destroying.

-Shut up and stand back, Landry.

-I can't let you do this.

Stop it.

Jack, come one.

Call them off, for god's sake.

This is a school.

-Take a look at this.

-Get out of here right now, Jack.

I mean right now or I'll see you in jail.

This is no way to handle things.

-Well, then, you handle it.

My daughter buys this poison here.

And it's your school.

Nobody stops her, nobody.

If you won't, I will.

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

Come on, let's get out of here.

-All right.

All right.

Everybody back to class.

Welcome to Pierce.

Shall we?

-Cut with weed.

-Hope I don't get stupid when I get old.

-Shall we clean out the lockers?

-Why?

We're not dumb enough to deal.

There's ceverino.

He's got a new deal for us so don't take forever.

Get me a cheerleader and I'll kick in a couple hundred

for your trouble.

Start a list.

Sophomores.

We may need a lot of talent sooner than you think.

Maybe even a gym teacher.

Come on.

Look, do the usual background check on miss woods.

She's already breaking the rules.

If she doesn't check out, she'll wish

she never came through that door.

-Got it.

-Thank you.

Ok.

Why don't you tell me what you have and...

-Shhh.

The kids figured out a way to wire open my intercom line

and listen.

-Are you kidding me?

These kids bug your office?

-You haven't worked in juvenile in a while, have you?

-No.

I thought that raiding trash for test copies was heady stuff.

-They say the annual sale of illegal drugs in the la

school district is $7 million.

-So we're talking about dealers here?

-No, as a matter of fact, we're talking about this guy right

here.

John Thomas youngblood.

Well, it's Johnny to his friends.

And at Pierce, you hope he lets you call him Johnny.

-Yeah, we've met.

So if it's not drugs, what's his action?

-Power.

Money.

Control.

Every angle you can think of.

He knows that you guys target the dealers,

so he's smart enough to stay away from that.

But uh, if you want to buy uh, a grade, buy a gun,

buy insurance, buy a date, Johnny's the one.

He runs his business now through uh, need-to-know chain

of command.

Beepers.

Message centers.

Sandra told me that uh, youngblood

was hitting on her, heavily.

And she turned him down.

And Johnny gets what Johnny wants or he gets even.

-Wait a second.

We're talking about a high school kid here.

Now, do you actually think he put a hit out

on Sandra clements because she wouldn't go out with him?

Do you even think he knows Iris Smith?

-Look, I don't know who he knows but he does not think small.

Sam yasgar, city wide honors teacher,

was the last one to confront him until the superintendent got

some photos.

A little Mexican getaway weekend, beach resort, Sam

and another teacher, another man.

Anyway, I heard that uh, youngblood

paid a private detective to follow

Sam around for several weeks.

So now, our best teacher is pursuing

a career in real estate.

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.

-All right, I'll have that my partner look into it.

-Johnny youngblood?

-Yeah, what.

I'm having my lunch.

-Sergeant hunter, la police department.

-Oh, I thought he was royal Canadian mounted police.

I'm investigating the murder of Sandra clements, a teacher

here at your school.

-Yeah, I heard about that.

-I understand you knew her personally.

-I asked her out on a date.

Are students dating teachers now days?

-Yeah.

She turned me down.

It doesn't happen very often.

-So your question?

-Hey.

Anybody who doesn't want to go out with me

I don't waste my time on.

-How long have you known Iris Smith?

-What?

-Forget it.

Where were you Tuesday night about 10 o'clock?

-Around.

Cruising.

-Anybody with you?

-Yeah.

Three girls and these guys.

I'm sure you'll verify that, right?

-Oh, yeah.

-Good luck with school.

-Thank you.

-Jolly green giant didn't come after me on his own.

Roger dodger over there is looking

mighty happy with himself.

Hit him tonight.

-That seat's taken.

-What are you doing here, sporty.

-My usual thing.

My man Malcolm cooked up a fantastic New York steak au

poivre join me?

-No.

Uh, Malcolm, I think we should uncork the beaujolais.

-I'll pass on that, too.

Thanks, I'm still working.

-I know.

I figured you'd be by for lunch.

Nobody eats at that cafeteria any more.

-Yeah, I saw the mystery meat.

-What do you mean, you know I'm working?

-The words out.

Those kids check out a new teacher closer than the CIA.

But your cover's still intact.

-So who asked you?

-Well, I am a respectable broker of information.

Hey, Malcolm man, watch my steak man.

When I say rare, I really mean rare.

-Enjoy your lunch, ok?

And thanks for the tip.

-Oh, that's not the tip.

Here's the tip.

The guy you want to watch is named youngblood.

He's into a lot of things and he is dangerous.

And the further word is that he is no longer

into the secondary school scene.

-That's what I'm hearing.

Thanks.

I'll keep a watch on him.

Hey, Malcolm.

Caesars, man.

Anchovies.

-Hey.

-Hey, big John.

-What are you dropping in?

Cd.

Phone.

Subwoofer.

Dentist from encino.

Poor guy had his old system ripped off last week.

-Ah.

-You recognize it?

-Should I?

Well, it just uh, looks like your handiwork.

-Not personally, gar.

Not anymore.

I subcontract.

-Oh, yeah.

Give you 20 for his alarm code.

-Hey, you got it.

-So, what's up?

-Well uh, big money from the east

is interested in your product.

These are heavy hitters I'm talking about, Johnny.

There's even tougher customers on the food chain.

What, you don't think I can handle it?

-Oh, no, my man.

I think you can.

Or I wouldn't be fronting you.

You're getting your cut.

Hey, shut up.

You don't know everything, smart guy.

Not even a little.

I could make big things happen for you, Johnny.

But you've got to understand something.

My butt's on the line here too.

You've got to deliver.

-Same as always, gar.

-Not even close.

Come into my office, my young friend.

Let me explain the facts of life.

-Why don't you swing around, baby?

I'll pop him through the window.

-Later.

-Now.

-I said later.

-Like you promised, Billy.

Later.

-Get the hell out of here.

They're creeps.

-These are our streets, our homes.

We're taking them back.

-Like vigilantes?

Well, you call it what you want, but it's better than

waiting for the next available law enforcement officer

to get off his butt and help us.

Now, this is a message, this is a message to the punks

and the creeps, and the addicts, and the whores, all of you,

all of you can just stay the hell out of our neighborhood.

That's Jack small.

He's not taking it anymore.

-You have an answer for him?

Reporter on television: Mr. Small

was stabbed today, defending his neighborhood.

Three nights ago, right across the street...

-We have saturated the area.

We've shifted manpower until we're shorthanded

in neighborhoods that really need it,

which is going to end up costing us more than it's worth.

-Well, you can see what it's worth.

Five minutes and 10 seconds of negative image.

My god.

I placed McCall right inside that guy's building.

What is she doing?

Lining her cupboards?

-What do you expect her to do?

-Use her imagination.

Break his leg.

Anybody around here ever heard of damage control?

-This is my division.

-Well, then, shake things up, devane,

and get us back in the game.

Or it's going to be somebody else's division.

-As angelenos lock their doors and wonder,

where are the police?

In Los Angeles, sayeda Rodriguez magan.

-You're getting on my nerves with that thing, Billy Joe.

Why don't you put it away?

-Make me.

I'm getting a drink someplace.

-Keep that thing in your pants.

-That's not what you usually say, now it is darling?

-I'm going out for a bucket of chicken.

Be careful.

-Hey, hunter.

Did you get that laser fax from Texas?

It's on my desk.

-The picture of Billy Joe came out great.

Thanks.

-Where are you off to?

-We found the blue mustang.

-Armed and dangerous.

Watch your back.

-Get a back up.

I'm on it.

-Freeze!

Been a long time, hunter.

Good to see you.

Put your gun down.

Put it down.

Now walk over to that tree.

Now handcuff yourself to it.

Yeah.

Comfortable?

You know why I killed Sandra clements?

Hm?

Her number was up.

Day of execution.

I know you believe in capital punishment.

Lucky you.

Stay of execution.

My offices put public safety first.

-Hi, Kim.

What have we got?

-Well you name it.

We got more fingerprints than tape

in our budget to lift them.

We've got hair from the sink, saliva

from the bathroom tissues.

We've got ear wax.

Plus every bodily fluid imaginable

from the bed, including blood.

-Lovely.

-Look, I've got to get back to the lab.

Why don't you drop by in a couple hours.

We'll try to make you happy.

-Ok, good.

Thanks, Kim.

-Thanks, Kim.

-Say, you all right?

You don't look too good.

-Yeah, I'm all right.

You don't look too good either, Charlie.

How you doing with moorehead?

-We'll push through that.

Listen, I hate to ask you this, but why

do you think she didn't shoot you?

-My number wasn't up.

-Say, hunter, how long were you stuck?

-Just a couple minutes, Charlie.

Jensen and riccoli were backing me up.

-So did you get anything?

-Yeah, I think I might have.

I see moorehead's got everything under control, huh?

-Guy's the master of saying absolutely nothing.

-Our killers aren't going to slip past the kind of manhunt...

-You know, I'll bet you he did the classic bureaucratic risk

to benefit analysis.

Conclusion.

The benefits of this kind of publicity crap

far outweigh the risk of being proved wrong later.

-Well, hang in there, Charlie.

We make headway tonight, buddy.

Come on.

-Thank you.

Good night.

Hold it.

I saw you and devane making faces.

Now, that dog and pony show you just saw was for your benefit.

-What am I supposed to do, thank you?

-Somebody's got to start blowing smoke.

Or do you want to read on page one

how you left yourself handcuffed to...

-Listen, chief, those things happen.

You know that.

-You think you're bulletproof, don't you,

hunter here's my scouting report.

A hot dog whose time is coming.

-You'd uh, probably prefer a brew,

but I've got to educate you to a better class of pleasures.

You're about to earn them.

Chateau margaux.

-So, uh, what are we doing here?

What's going on?

-Little celebration.

-What's this for?

Good faith.

We're in business, pal.

A firm order for three items by the first.

-There's got to be 5,000 here.

Try six.

The local rep's a guy named Lenny pike.

You'll meet him.

This um, this all mine?

-Wake up, my man.

It's no dream.

Hey, we're still talking small change.

By this time next year, you're going

to be a middle man, skimming cream off five like you.

You just show that east coast money you're responsible, huh?

Put that in your pocket.

Yes, sir.

No more kid's stuff, Johnny.

You're going to grow up fast.

-All right, Charlie.

Come on in.

I've been going over this calendar.

Three days contains some form code here.

-Numerology?

-I don't know.

But one of the dates, three days ago, has been marked off.

That's the day Sandra clements was murdered.

-First astrology, now numerology.

What's next?

Phrenology?

Why do these freaks always get their orders

to kill from some other dimension?

Remember that zodiac killer up in the bay

area and son of whatever...

-Son of Sam in New York City, right.

-What, you took Johnny youngblood off.

-Yeah, I don't think there's any connection

between Johnny youngblood and Iris Smith.

I certainly don't think she's in town to do hits for him.

-Yeah, but that partner of hers would

kill you for reading his newspaper.

-Yeah.

-So what do you think this code represents,

uh, potential victims?

-I don't know.

But if they do, the day after tomorrow, whoever

owns that code's going to be dead.

-Going to be a long week.

-Yeah.

Who is it?

-It's me, Debbie.

-Oh, come on in.

-If it's too late or something.

-No, no, no. Absolutely not.

I'm just putting stuff away.

Would you hand me that box right there?

Thanks.

-That was pretty cool, what you did today in the locker room.

-Well, I don't want you all think I'm the enemy, you know?

-Most kids follow the rules.

Some you just have to push a little harder.

Some, you might just as well avoid altogether.

-Yeah, well.

Thanks for the tip.

I could use a break.

I put on some water.

You want a cup of tea?

-Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

-Ok.

-See your mom much?

-The holidays mostly.

She's back east.

Um.

Remarried to a lawyer.

He doesn't like me very much.

-How about your dad?

-Yeah, how about him?

I mean, I mean, I barely see him.

He's a fireman.

He's 24 hours on and 24 hours off.

And mostly when he's off, he's out

patrolling the neighborhood.

-Penny.

Penny.

Penny.

-What's the matter?

-They ran out of Landry's apartment.

-Who?

-Robbers.

-Call 911.

-What about penny?

-Go on.

-Hey, hold it.

No!

Call an ambulance.

Come on, kid.

Breathe.