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Tonight on "hunter."

-Division commander taking on a deputy chief?

You're gonna regret you ever heard my name.

-Debbie, you're $500 richer.

Earn it.

-My whole life just kinda turned to crap.

-Love making.

Recorded secretly, my partner was a student.

-Why don't you and I have a little chat?

-Meet me at the observatory.

-Freeze right there!

In the last two weeks of "hunter."

-Los Angeles is a city under siege.

-Hunter, I've missed you.

And I'm back in town with the bag.

-I mean if you wanna get a handle on why this neighborhood

shivers in its sleep, a young megalomaniac punk

like youngblood is a good place to start.

-Los angelenos lock their doors then

wonder where are the police.

-The day after tomorrow whoever owns that code

is going to be dead.

-Freeze!

Stay of execution.

-Hey, hold it!

-No!

-You killed Alan.

-I keep thinking if I'd broken cover he'd still be alive.

-65% of our fellow citizens think

that small acted in self defense and should be released.

-And in the interest of justice the people

moved to dismiss all charges against the defendant.

-Do you have calendar, hunter?

-Yeah, I've got it right here in front of me, Iris.

-Your time's coming.

-You're next, hunter.

-You know, for an old guy it still

sounds like you can get it on.

Too bad it was with one of your students.

-It's Debbie small.

I'm in a lot of trouble.

-Debbie, you all right?

-Sergeant deedee McCall, it's been

nice having you at Pierce high.

-I wanna take Charlie out of the driver's seat

and put you in it.

-I really appreciate the opportunity, but, uh, stick it.

-Hey, let's kill that cop tonight.

-You don't have to go out looking for them.

They'll be delivered to you at the hour

appointed by the universe.

And now "city under siege," part three.

-Is it Jack small?

-Yeah.

-What next?

Any suspects?

-No.

Some neighbors heard a scream around 6:00 this morning.

And they didn't thinking about it.

They figured it was some kids playing till they looked out

and they saw him floating face down in a pool.

-Yeah.

Revenge for the Marshall killing, you think?

-I don't know.

I asked dhq to go over and interview his parents.

-Good, good.

What about, uh, small's daughter?

Debbie?

Isn't that her name?

She know anything about this?

-She's unaccounted for.

I had Brennan check the apartment.

Nothing.

-Chief, we understand the victim has

been identified as Jack small.

Now shouldn't you have anticipated

an attempt on his life?

-Well, we're fully aware of the controversy

surrounding Jack small.

I assume, or presume that he didn't ask for protection,

however if there's any, uh, dereliction of duty,

you have my word that whoever is responsible

will face the consequences.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

-One more question.

-Oh, great.

Here comes the prince of the city.

-Well, what do you got?

Don't color it.

-Stabbed to death.

No wits, no suspects.

-Huh.

Tell me something.

What did you do before you became a cop?

-I was a secretary.

-Good.

You'll have something to fall back on.

-Excuse me.

-Well, another stellar performance by your people.

Why wasn't small provide with protection?

-He had plenty of protection while he

was still in county jail.

-Are you suggesting my complicity in his release?

-I know ed Clayton and he's a damn good prosecutor.

He wouldn't roll over on a case like this

unless he'd been persuaded.

-Devane, you've been skating on thin ice for sometime now.

And the task forces has fallen on its collective ass.

And because of your incompetent leadership,

the department is under severe criticism.

Our reputation's number one.

Well, say it's suffered.

I think it's time that we relieve

you of your responsibilities.

Bring in some new blood.

-I know all about your offer to hunter.

It's about what i'd expect from you.

You know, Curtis, you've made a career out of bobbing

and weaving, making sure the stink doesn't stick to you.

Well, I promise you, I am gonna find out

who is responsible for putting Jack small back on the street.

And when I do, I'll bet you a barrel of powers Irish

you don't survive the scrutiny.

-Now you say that you saw a man running away?

-Yes.

He had something shiny in his hand.

I think it was a knife.

-Can you describe him for me?

-I already have for sergeant hunter.

-For sergeant hunter?

What do you mean?

-You should have his picture.

-Your artist drew him last week.

-Is this the man that you saw?

-It's him.

Do you think he might come back here?

-No, Mrs. Fleck.

I wouldn't worry about that.

You'll be all right.

Greg?

Take Mrs. Fleck inside.

Tell the watch commander I want her checked hourly.

You'll be fine.

Debbie?

Debbie?

I don't understand.

Why do they do that?

-I don't know.

-Last month on my 18th birthday he gave me this Teddy bear

and I thought it was really stupid.

He just wanted me to be a little girl.

-Why don't we go inside where we can talk?

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Debbie, is there, uh, anything that I can do for you?

-Look, I just think I need to be alone.

-Deb.

-I'll be all right.

Really.

-I think we need to talk.

-What about?

-A lot?

-Well, I have some free time this afternoon.

-Good.

Come by my office.

-Rick, downtown store owner thinks he made Billy

off the bulletin we distributed.

First and Adams.

-Thanks, Rick.

-Yeah, hell.

I saw him on the news just the other night.

I think they're staying right over there.

Hotel Baltimore?

-Yeah.

-You sure that's them?

-I'm sure.

I've seen him more than I've seen her,

but that's the guy that bought the knife.

-Thanks.

Appreciate it.

-Yeah.

No problem.

-This is one, William 156.

I am at first and Adams street.

Request a plain clothes back up in the rear

of the hotel Baltimore.

Possible 187 suspect, code two.

Roger, one William 156.

-In other news, the victim in last night's valley slaying

has been identified as Jack small,

a so-called north Hollywood vigilante.

He was arrested earlier this week

as a suspect in the tragic death of Pierce

high school student Alan Marshall.

Many valley residents were outraged

when manslaughter charges against small

were unexpectedly blocked.

-Hmm, outraged?

You bet.

-Police have refused to speculate

as to a motive in small's murder and reported

they have no active suspects.

-That's cause you're all a bunch of dummies.

-I appreciate your willingness to speak with me.

You understand, of course, that I

will be recording everything we say?

-Do you have to?

I understand.

-And since, uh, I read you your rights,

you are under no obligation to speak with me.

-Yes, I know.

Please have a seat.

-Ok.

What do you need to speak with me about?

-Well, to begin with, you were right.

Youngblood did force me to tell him that you were a cop.

-Forced you how?

-His stock and trade.

-What's that?

-Lovemaking.

Recorded secretly at my bedroom.

Alan Marshall was probably in my apartment on Friday

night in order to recover the tape recorder.

-Well, I can understand how that would be embarrassing for you,

but, uh...

-My partner was a student.

-What was the student's name?

-Debbie small.

Look, uh, it's not at all what you think it is.

As a matter of fact, it, it started very innocently.

Her father never gave her so much as a second of his time.

All she needed was someone to talk to, someone to turn to,

and... we went for walks.

We went jogging.

We, uh, we snuck out to the movies a few times.

All I really wanted to do was to, to take her into my arms

and, and to protect her.

And then one thing led to another.

She is 18.

She's a woman, sergeant McCall.

-She just turned 18 last month, Landry.

How long have you been involved with her?

-A year.

-How did youngblood find out about it?

-She must've told him.

Maybe when she was stoned, maybe in order

to prove to him that she was worth something, I don't know.

-Or maybe to get something from him.

-What happens to me now?

-Well, you could be charged with statutory rape.

That depends upon the da.

The question is what happens to Debbie now.

-William Joseph Powell, Iris Smith.

These are the two people we're looking for.

Now I don't know if they're in the hotel or not.

I don't know if they're together or they're separate.

They're armed and dangerous.

Brennan, I want you to stay here.

Keep an eye on the back of the building.

Al, I want you to come with me.

They're low.

Get ready.

How do you do?

I'm sergeant hunter at la police department.

Ever see those two people before?

-I don't know.

-William Joseph Powell, Iris Smith.

Take another look, please.

-Yeah.

They look like the joneses.

-The joneses.

Are they in their room?

-How the hell do I know?

-What room are they registered under?

-411.

-411.

-Hello?

-You got trouble on the way.

I told them you were in 411.

-Ok.

Thanks.

-408.

-Alan?

Alan?

-Hunter, I heard shots. What's going on?

Talk to me.

What's going on?

-Brennan, he's coming out.

We got an officer down.

Brennan!

-I'm all right!

He headed north up the alley!

I'm calling for help!

Shots fired!

Shots fired!

Officer down, officer down!

-What the hell are you calling me out here for?

-Chief, tell me something.

You were captain down at San Pedro about eight years ago,

weren't you?

-Yeah, I know where I was eight years ago, Charlie.

The question is what am I doing here now.

-You had some business with ed Clayton then, didn't you?

-Oh.

That's it then, yeah.

That's why you didn't want to talk in the office.

Ok.

This better be good.

-I was looking through his personnel file.

About eight years ago he was arrested by one of your traffic

officers and then released without explanation.

You mind telling me why?

-I have no idea what you're talking about.

-Well, the way Clayton rolled over on the Jack small case

you'd think that someone had him on a really

short leash, someone like you, maybe?

-You're tilting at windmills, Charlie.

I had nothing to do with Jack small's release.

-Oh, I intend to look very carefully

into his professional life until I get an answer.

-You leave Clayton out of this.

You're wasting the department's time and mine.

-Would I be wasting iad's time?

-You wanna go to internal affairs?

I'll hold the door open for you.

And I'll show the way the personnel where you can

turn in your ID and resign in lieu...

-In lieu of nothing.

You're not gonna force me out.

You want me out you'll have to go the whole route.

And while you're out trumping up some disciplinary action

against me, I'm gonna nail you with one that sticks.

-What are you playing at?

A division commander taking on a deputy chief?

Forget it, Charlie, because you're gonna lose.

And you're gonna regret you ever heard my name.

Commander one William, come in please.

Commander one William respond.

-One William, go.

We have a report of an officer involved

shooting near fifth and Los Angeles streets.

One officer killed, another wounded.

-What about the shooter?

Sergeant hunter

was reported to be involved in a foot pursuit of the suspect.

-Get an air unit over there right away.

I'm on my way.

Roger.

-I'll see you there?

-All right.

I'll handle it from the task force room.

-Didn't you hear what they said?

One dead, one wounded?

Don't you care about your men?

Or do you only shop for the cameras when we win?

-Freeze right there!

-So why did that old guy send you to the wrong room?

-Powell told him he'd cut his throat

if he didn't lie for him.

-And a cop's dead.

-Captain, deputy chief moorehead wants to see you.

He's in your office.

-Swell.

Captain, sergeant.

We have things we could be doing.

-So do I. I'm spending half my day fending off reporters

is not in my job description.

-I think if you stopped hobnobbing at those press

luncheons, chief, and started paying attention

to what this department goes through on a daily basis,

you might have a different impression

about the people who serve this city.

And then maybe we all should stand back

and take a long hard look at your job.

-Hunter, I didn't dismiss you.

-He's got a lot of work to do.

-Dammit, devane.

This city is expecting things to happen.

-You're the one who made the promises, chief.

-Well, let me clue you in.

Somebody's gonna take a fall as soon as the good folks up

above decide they need a scapegoat.

And you can be damn sure it isn't gonna be me.

-Don't bet on it.

-Hi.

-Thanks for coming.

-I was glad you called.

Packing up, moving out?

-Yeah, my mom's gonna be here in a few days

to take care of things, whatever that means.

She wants me to pack everything up.

-How are you feeling?

-Ok, I guess.

You heard about me and vice principal Landry.

-Yeah, he told me.

-Probably think i'm pretty stupid, huh?

-No.

I saw the tape that you made with Johnny.

-I'm sorry.

-Sorry I saw it or sorry you did it?

-Both.

I tried to get it back.

I even

-told Johnny about you and Roger.

You set me up at the gym too, didn't you?

-I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

My whole life just kinda turned to crap.

I'm all, yeah, let's go have fun with the friends

and everything, but it's like nobody really talks to me,

or knows what I am or what matters to me.

-I guess, uh, I guess you're the only person

that really knows that.

You know, Debbie, if it means anything,

I happen to think you're a good person.

You've got a good heart.

-Deep down inside underneath all that other stuff.

-Well, you may have made a few mistakes along the way, yeah.

But I think you've got what it takes to turn your life around.

I really do.

-Thanks.

I'll give it a shot.

-Good.

-Charlie.

-Hi, ed.

Sit down.

Kinda wish I could open a secondary office out here.

It's kinda nice, you know?

-So Charlie, something you didn't

want to deal with back at the ranch?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I wanna talk about a night eight years ago in San Pedro.

When a young up and coming assistant

da got drunk and took out two lamp posts and an rtd bus stop.

-Yeah.

-But more to the point, what happened afterwards?

When a then captain moorehead kicked him loose for future

favors.

-Who you talking to, Charlie?

-Talked to Carlos espinada, the arresting officer.

He's retired now.

Yeah, he, uh.

He didn't even remember it, but I

waded through about five miles of microfilm

to find the original traffic violation.

-Charlie, did you ever do something so unbelievably

stupid that you just wish you could take it back?

Cut out that hour, that minute, even the seconds of your life?

Curtis moorehead, he did that for me.

My career would have gone down the tubes.

He arranged to spring me without anybody the wiser.

Charlie, I, I, didn't have any choice.

I couldn't say no.

-So eight years later he involves you

in a conspiracy to obstruct justice

and you still don't say no.

-Charlie, I'm telling you, he's still got me.

There was nothing else I could've done.

-Another career decision?

Now look, ed, I know you're not a crook.

I know there's nothing basically corrupt about you.

You made a bad mistake, but moorehead is a different story.

He and his type, they cheapen everything that we do,

everything we stand for.

And I'll tell you something, they will destroy us, too.

If we give them half a chance.

I'm going after him.

It'll be a hell of lot easier with you standing next to me.

But either way, I'm gonna get him.

-Hunter, homicide.

Wasn't too cool what you did, Rick.

Wasn't too cool at all.

-Well, that's how I treat all my murderers, Iris.

That's the way it goes.

-It's time.

-Why don't you and I have a little chat?

Yeah.

Let's.

Meet me at the observatory.

You know when if you've done your homework.

Can we talk? Meet me

this morning in the school parking lot.

-Debbie, I'm not really interested

in your personal problems.

-I need money, Johnny.

-So what am I?

A bank?

-Can we just talk, please?

-Ok.

I'm about five minutes away.

-Thanks.

Yeah.

Hello?

-Yeah, Lenny, it's youngblood.

Anything shaking?

-Yeah.

You think you could, uh, say, get, uh, another grand?

You got something for me?

-Yeah.

Just call it a bonus tape.

You got it working, huh?

-Yeah.

I'm on my way to a pre-production meeting

right now.

Meet you at your place with the cash.

-Debbie?

What are you doing out here?

-I got something I gotta do.

-Are you all right?

-I'm fine.

-Look at me.

Will you, please?

I'm real sorry about everything that's been happening to you.

I think when you're up to it, we should talk.

-Sure.

-I care about you.

You know that, don't you?

-All right.

You wanna get whatever's on your mind

over with as quickly as possible?

-Morning, chief.

Did you eat yet?

-I have a lunch.

You got exactly five minutes.

-I don't think I'm gonna need even that much time.

-All right.

Then get on with it.

-Eight years ago you were a captain down in San Pedro,

right?

-Yeah, we've been all over that.

-Not the good part.

Cause I believe your whole career

is one long trail of manipulative corruption.

-You want a Turkey shoot, devane?

Well, you're in the wrong neck of the woods.

-I don't think so.

I finally found out why ed Clayton was arrested.

Dui into some county property.

Starting to sound familiar?

So an up and coming assistant da drinks too much,

gets involved in an accident that could end his career.

Suddenly he's reprieved.

He must have been very grateful.

-I wouldn't know.

-Let's ask the da.

-Uh, Clayton, I don't know what kind of delusion

you're under here, but if you wanna come down to my office

and talk it over.

-We've talked enough.

It's over, Curtis.

-Nothing's ever over.

Things change and I adjust.

You wanna tell them that I blackmailed you?

That I forced you to do what I want in order

to bring some kind of order into this, uh,

totally chaotic bureaucracy?

-Something like that, yeah.

-Well, the you're gonna have to prove it, gentlemen,

because I'm gonna deny it all.

And I got a lot of colleagues is very, very

tall positions that are gonna back me up.

-Oh, chief, I'd like you to meet officers pitts and Johnson.

They're from internal affairs.

Think you better cancel that lunch.

I just need a couple hundred dollars.

I'll pay you back.

-I'm offering you $500.

And you can keep it.

-Johnny, please...

-Damn it, Debbie.

You've done this before.

What the hell do you care?

I'm talking $500 cash and all you

gotta do is the only thing you can do halfway decent.

Look, don't give me those phony tears.

You know what you are.

And you're never gonna change.

So smoke some dope, kickback.

We'll make a movie and you can be on your merry way.

Clean up your act.

That's your cash.

Dude, what's up?

Hey, Johnny.

So we on?

-You got the money?

So, uh, you wanna stick around or you

want a messenger service?

-Yeah, I, uh, I guess I could stick

around for a little while.

-Debbie, you're $500 richer.

Earn it.

-Get your hands behind your head and lace

your fingers behind your neck. You're under arrest.

-And what the hell for?

-Well let's try for starters transportation of pornography

across state lines and possession of illegal drugs.

I'm gonna kick you so hard you wish today was a bad dream.

Get him out of here.

-Come on.

Let's move it.

You have the right to remain silent anything

you say can and will...

-Had to wait will he brought out the money.

-I know.

-You did good.

Took a lot of guts to put on a wire and come in here.

-I'm just glad it's all over.

Thanks.

-Yeah.

Come on.

-Well, right on time, Iris.

Just like the calendar said.

-Yeah, timing's everything, isn't it, hunter?

-You're under arrest.

I want you to let the hostage go and put your gun on the ground.

Do it, Iris!

Enough innocent people have died already.

-Nobody's innocent!