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Tonight on "hunter."

-Jack here's gonna be your detective trainee.

-Welcome aboard.

-Thanks.

-Let's get to work.

-I asked for you two to be his training officers

because I knew that you would be fair.

-We'll shoot right down the center.

-If he gives you top marks, it'll impress the higher ups!

-Don't worry about it.

I'll score.

-He's clean.

-You leave Darnell alone!

-Drop the gun, cop!

-You're not gonna make it out of here alive!

-Shoot him, Darnell!

-Do it and you're dead!

-I won't give you guys any trouble.

Stay cool.

-Shut up!

I give the orders!

Now take out your piece.

Put it on the ground.

Easy.

Kick it away.

Good.

Now gimme the money.

Toss it.

What should I do with him, huh?

-Let him go, man! Come on!

Leave him alone!

Come on!

-It's your lucky day, pop.

Surprise.

-How much money was Mr. Flanders carrying?

-I, I know exactly how much.

It's what we paid out yesterday.

It's $56.000.

-$56,000?

Why didn't he use an armored car service?

-Uh, the profit margin at an operation like this is slim.

Well, I guess Mr. Flanders didn't want the overhead.

-Yeah.

Ok, thanks for your help.

We'll be in touch.

I see.

Now uh, how often would they make a bank run?

-Every day.

Mr. Flanders usually handled it.

I must have told him 100 times to be more careful.

But he wouldn't listen.

-How's that?

-You never know when somebody's clocking you.

When I brought in the cash, I always

varied the route and the time of day.

-And Mr. Flanders didn't do that?

-He'd be at the bank when it opened

and arrive here 20 minutes later.

You could set your watch by him.

-Apparently somebody did.

Hey, hunter!

Come here a sec!

-You want to see me, cap... hey!

-Hey, somebody you might know.

-Jack Ryan, how the hell you been?

-Great.

-How's your family?

-Fine.

My dad said to say hi.

-You know, uh, wild bill Ryan was

my to when I first made detective.

-Well, now you can return the favor.

Jack here's gonna be your detective trainee.

-Oh!

-I want him to join you and McCall on

that uh, check cashing 211 homicide

went down this morning.

-You passed your d1, huh?

-Yeah.

Last month.

-He passed with flying colors.

Look at that.

-Fantastic.

Let's see here.

Ok, graduated from the academy.

Top marks, but we knew that.

Worked narcotics, book making, south end vice, huh?

Backed up a great record with surveillance units, Jack.

Very impressive.

Now does McCall know that uh, he'll be working with us?

-Oh yeah, sure.

-Fantastic. Well, welcome aboard.

-Thanks.

-You'll probably want to see the flanders file.

-Yeah.

-So you got anything new on that?

-Well uh, no.

No movement as of yet.

You know, I'm kinda concerned about this.

I think you got a real nutcase on our hands.

-Well, let's get on it, huh?

-Let's get busy.

-I'm sorry, sir.

I'm gonna need another piece of ID.

-What's the matter?

My license not good enough?

-I need two ids with your current address.

-The check's only $25.

What's the big deal?

-I'm sorry, sir.

There's nothing I can do. - Yeah?

Well, I want to talk to the manager.

-He'll only tell you the same thing.

-I don't care.

I want to hear it for myself.

Go get him.

-Sorry.

Can't help you.

Need the proper ID.

-Thanks a lot, pal.

Saw the manager, man.

Some dork in a fifty cent tie.

-I'll give him a new one in the morning.

-Hey man.

No killing this time.

-You worry too much, man.

-Hey.

-Morning.

-How you doing?

-Fine. Nice outfit.

-Thank you.

You're in here early.

-Yep.

-Did you get any sleep last night?

-Nope.

-Was it um... what's the name... Angelica?

-Yes, it was.

-The flamenco girl?

-Yes, it was.

Ooh!

-Yeah.

Yeah.

Listen, I can get you a date with this guy.

-Don't do me any favors.

Come on, I'll make you some coffee.

-Uh, haven't you two cracked this one yet?

-Commander, how are you?

-I'm fine.

-Nice to see you again.

-McCall.

Jack tells me that you uh, are working on a pretty hot one.

-Yep.

Real hot.

Take a look at that.

-Oh ho, bad looking crowd.

Has Jack been helping you with this?

-Yeah, he is.

He's pretty good, too.

-Well you know, I asked for you two to be his training officers

because I knew that you would be fair

and uh, not give him any slack just because I'm his father.

-We'll shoot right down the center with him.

-Thanks, I counted on that.

Anyway, the kid's sharp and he's got a lot of potential.

-We'll see.

Thanks.

Anyway, good luck with the case.

Thanks for coming down.

See you later.

Bye.

I like the commander.

It's good to see him, isn't it?

-Yes it is.

He's a good man.

You know, I could tell you stories

about him that'll curl your hair.

-Think his son is like him?

-Yeah.

Chip off the old block.

-I hope it works out.

I like him too.

-Yeah.

So do I.

-Now tell me, what do you have here?

-Oh!

Number one, John leander.

Serving time in attica for robbery,

assault with a deadly weapon.

Presently serving a life sentence

in Mississippi state penitentiary.

Now here's the one I want to set you up with.

Don't do me any favors!

-Otis Smith.

Wanted in five states for robbery and murder.

All convenience stores up and down the pacific coast.

But here, here's the real interesting one.

Darnell nickens.

Presently on parole in Los Angeles,

serving time for murder and robbery.

12 counts of assault.

Now look at the weapons of choice.

Pump shotgun.

-That's real interesting, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-Homicide.

McCall.

Thanks, we'll be right there.

Another check cashing robbery.

Shooting involved.

Cahuenga near Beverly.

-What do you got?

Victim was Juan Martinez.

He owned the place.

Got hit coming back from the bank.

Twelve Gauge, double aught.

-Any witnesses?

-A woman inside heard the shots and saw a dark Van take off.

Didn't catch the plate number.

But she did see two men.

-There was more than one of them?

-Yeah.

But she never saw their faces.

-Ok.

Thank you.

I'll need your notes before you go.

-Ok.

-From the spacing of the pellets,

I'd say the shooter couldn't have been more

than seven or eight feet away.

-By the looks of it, it could've been a sawed-off shotgun.

-So he was standing uh, right about there.

And the victim reached in, turned to face the shooter,

and the blast blew him out of the doorway.

-Sounds about right.

-Let's have a look at the body.

-All right.

-Well, you were right about how close that shooter was.

Check out the powder marks.

-Hunter!

I heard that Jack lost it today.

-Oh, he looked like he was chumming

from the back end of a half day boat!

How's he feeling now?

-Well, he's a little embarrassed, you know.

Uh, I told him I did the same thing.

-You did?

-No.

I didn't.

-Hi dad.

-Yeah.

How are things going with hunter and McCall?

-I guess you heard, huh?

-Well, it's a small world being a cop.

-It could have happened to anyone.

-I know that.

Only you're not just anyone, you understand?

You're Jack Ryan and you're in training to be a detective!

Which means everyone is gonna be watching you from now on.

-I know that.

I, I understand all that.

-You know, the department is full of bright and aggressive

guys.

Only the best make it in the ranks.

You gotta outscore them.

You know, don't think because you're my son you're a shoe-in.

-Dad!

I've never used our relationship to promote myself.

I've always made it on my own merits.

-Which is why I put you with hunter.

He's tough, and if he gives you top marks,

it'll impress the higher ups.

Believe me, it counts!

Everything counts!

-Don't worry about it!

I'll score.

I know my stuff.

I'm as good a cop as anyone on the force.

Ok, you two.

Break it up.

No more cop talk.

Please?

Uh, uh, I'm sorry if I sounded

like I was getting on your case.

You're a champ.

You're gonna do great.

-Don't you have time for a swim?

-Not right now, mom.

-Well, at least stay for lunch.

-No, I, I gotta get back to work.

I'll see you later.

-Jack!

Give 'em hell.

-Bill, stop pushing him so hard.

-I'm just giving him a little advice.

-That was more than advice and you know it.

-Linda.

-When are you gonna learn?

He's not Billy.

-Ray, where's captain devane?

-Well, he was headed for the motor pool.

But it's lunch time.

You might try the lunch room first.

-Lunch room?

He's on a diet, isn't he?

Oh, 'scuse me.

Captain?

What are you doing?

-Uh, have, having lunch.

-I thought you were on a diet?

-I am on a diet.

Yeah, you know, I, I'll tell you something.

I have lost four and half pounds... actually,

four pounds and nine ounces in the last two and a half months.

Well, it's, it's actually 11 weeks.

It's almost three months. - This is dead food.

-Uh, nutritionally it's not dead.

This is 70% oat bran.

They could feed this to... what do we got on the nickens case?

-Look, uh, I talked with a Dwight Linderman.

He's nickens' parole officer.

And he says if in fact nickens is our boy,

we got a real problem on our hands.

Seems he likes to drive around in his pickup truck

with a shotgun in the front seat.

-What's his specialty?

-Petty theft.

Assault.

12 counts.

-Oh nice.

Sounds like a lovely fellow.

But what's he got to do with our problem?

-Well, don't know as of yet.

I do know there's a possibility he

may be working with somebody else.

Hey, Jack.

-Hi.

Captain, I just got off the phone with prison officials

from vacaville.

I found that when nickens served time there,

his cellmate was a guy named Robert stark.

He served four years at attica for 211s.

Stark's specialty was knocking off check cashing shops.

-Nice work, Jack.

That makes a connection for me, huh?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

Do we have an address on nickens at all?

-Yeah.

He still lives with his mother.

Supposed to be a real mama's boy.

-All right.

Well, let's get rolling on this.

-Yeah, let's find McCall.

-Dead food.

Who is it?

-Police.

Open up.

-What do you want?

-Looking for Darnell nickens.

We have a warrant to search your premises.

-Go to hell.

-We do have a warrant, ma'am.

-You guys are so dumb.

Why you always picking on Darnell?

You got no right sticking your nose in here.

-When's the last time you saw Darnell?

-Not for a couple of weeks.

You know he has better things to do than hang around here.

-Yes ma'am.

If you had any brains,

you'd go after real criminals instead of picking

on innocent people like Darnell.

Darnell could really make something of himself

if you pigs would stop screwing up his life

and leave him alone!

-Yes ma'am.

-Back yard's clean.

There's nobody out there.

-Ok.

Idiots!

I told you he wasn't here!

-Miss nickens, thank you for your time.

You can go.

If you see Darnell, tell him I'd like to talk to him.

-I wouldn't tell him squat if it came from you!

-Yes ma'am.

Thank you.

Oh and uh, tell Robert stark I said hello.

-Get out of my house right now!

Get out right now!

Get out!

-Ok.

Thank you for your help.

Yes.

We'll be in touch.

We have put a bulletin out to every check

cashing shop in Los Angeles.

Zip.

It's like nickens and stark have disappeared

off the face of the earth.

-Maybe they left the area, huh?

-I don't know.

We're betting on the fact that Mrs. Nickens is

probably lying through her teeth.

He's got to show up at her house sooner or later.

-We got that covered?

-Yeah.

Hunter and Jack on the day shift.

-All right.

Well, let me know if anything breaks.

-Will do.

-Looks like we got something here.

Nickens even has flowers for his mom.

-He's a good son.

-This is William 56.

Two possible 187 suspects at my code five location.

Request backup.

Code two.

Police dispatcher: Roger, William 56.

Ma!

Darnell, what are you doing here?

-Came by to see you, ma.

Oh Darnell!

-I brought you a present.

-Oh!

-For my best girl.

-Oh Darnell, these are beautiful!

Oh, you shouldn't do that, but thank you.

Mwa!

You're such a pussy cat!

Oh, the cops were here, Darnell.

Hey, let's get out of here!

-Did, did they give you any trouble?

-They pushed me around.

You know how cops are.

-Damn!

Come on, let's split!

-Are you ok?

-I'll be all right.

-Don't worry, ma.

Ok?

I'll be back.

-Darnell?

-I love you, ma.

-You better go.

-They're leaving.

What about backup?

-William 56, our 187 suspects are rabbiting.

We're going in.

Police dispatcher: One Adam 27, 187

suspects are leaving code five location.

What is your eta?

Police officer: One Adam 27.

Eta approximately three minutes.

Freeze!

Police!

Get away from the car!

Out in the middle of the lawn!

Clasp your hands behind your head!

Turn around!

Move it!

Come on!

Drop to your knees!

Cross your legs!

All right, go ahead.

I got 'em.

-Hey, you the one who uh, pushed my mom?

-Shut up.

-Yeah man.

Yeah, yeah.

You do it again and I'll kill you.

-Yeah, right.

-He's clean.

-Hook him up.

-You leave Darnell alone!

-Oh!

-Don't even think about it!

Drop the gun, cop!

-That's not gonna happen, nickens!

-Shoot him, Darnell!

-Shut up Mrs. Nickens and sit on the porch!

-Hey, you don't tell her what to do!

-You're not gonna make it out of here alive, nickens.

Drop the gun!

-No!

-Ugh!

-I thought you said he was clean!

-Charlie.

-Commander.

-I uh, understand that uh, you gave Jack the day off.

Is there any particular reason for that?

-Well, there was a little trouble in the field.

We thought maybe he could use the time

to get himself back together.

-Well, he doesn't need it.

He should be here doing his job.

Now you mean to tell me that a guy makes a little mistake

and you bench him?

-Well commander, it was more than just a little mistake.

-Oh, come on.

Are you telling me that you never messed up?

-Course I have.

-Of course.

We've all made errors.

The kid's still a trainee.

He's still learning.

-Look, I'm with you 100% on this.

I really am.

But uh, maybe it could be that Jack's just not

quite ready for central detectives yet.

-That's ridiculous.

He's as ready as anyone I know.

His record is flawless.

-The record's one thing.

The streets are something else.

You know that.

Maybe he just needs a little more seasoning.

-You know, Jack's had some of the toughest assignments

in this city and he's aced all of them!

He's a good cop, and I want him in central!

-Yes, sir.

-Hey Johnny!

Hey, hunter.

How you doing?

-What's happening, brother?

Hey listen, uh, I want to ask you

a couple of questions about Jack Ryan.

-Won't get me in trouble, will they?

-No, no, no, no, no.

You were partnered with him for a while, weren't you?

-That's right.

-Yeah.

Well, how was it?

How'd he do?

-He's fine.

I wrote his evaluation.

Find it in his jacket.

-Well, I read the jacket.

I'd like to know what you didn't put in that report.

Look, I'm partnered with the kid right now.

There's a couple things about him that bother me.

Buy you a cup of coffee?

-Sure.

-Yeah well, I told you it wasn't gonna be easy out there.

Everything you do counts for you or counts against you.

-I understand all that.

I don't know what went wrong.

I should have found that gun.

-Yeah well, that's all water under the bridge.

I went to bat for you with hunter and devane.

-Dad!

-Uh, just don't let me down.

-I won't.

Don't worry.

-You know, uh, your mother seems to think

that I'm uh, being a little hard on you.

You know, maybe I'm pushing you to be a cop down your throat.

-Hey, it was my idea to join the department, not yours.

Remember?

-Yeah, I know.

I know.

I just want to make sure that you're happy doing what you do.

Hey, you know, it makes no difference to me.

If you don't want to be a cop, just say so.

-Are you kidding?

That's all I ever wanted to be!

-You sure about that?

-I'm positive.

-It doesn't have anything to do with Billy, does it?

-No, no, no.

I didn't tell you this at the time,

but I wanted to be a cop long before Billy was killed.

Look, it, it, it'll be ok, all right?

It's gonna turn around.

You'll see.

Things are gonna be a lot better.

One more job, then we split.

-We're sitting ducks in this town, man.

We should get out now.

-Hey, we ain't running from no one.

-This ain't no vending machine rap!

In California people get the gas chamber

for blowing people away!

-And we ain't gonna get caught!

One last hit and we are in Mexico City, huh?

Mm!

Live like kings!

-You gonna bring your mommy along too?

-Watch it!

-You got fried eggs for brains?

You cannot keep killing people and get away with it!

No, man.

No!

You know what I think?

I think maybe you don't have the guts for it.

-There's no sense in wasting people!

-What do you care, man?

They're just geeks.

Cardboard geeks.

I mean, no one cares if they live or die, man.

Why should you?

-What are you doing here?

-I heard this was a hangout of yours.

-Oh, you did, huh?

What?

Have you been going to school on me or something?

-I've been doing some checking up on you, Jack.

-Oh yeah?

-No thanks.

This morning isn't the first time it happened to you, is it?

-Look, I've never missed a gun during a frisk.

-That's not what i'm talking about, Jack.

It's your behavior.

You seem to freeze up under stressful situations.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-It's happened before, hasn't it?

-That's bull!

If I freeze up, how come it's not on my record, huh?

-Because your superiors give you top marks to get you out

of their divisions so they don't have

to monkey around with your father.

-You're really out to do a hatchet job.

-You know that's not true, Jack.

-I can handle this job as well as anyone and you know it!

-If I thought that, I wouldn't be here.

-Fine, fine.

You got doubts about me, put it in my record.

Otherwise, back off and let me do my job!

-Hey!

Just got a message from Stevenson

check cashing over on pico.

The manager ID'd stark off of our bulletin.

Said that he was casing the place out

right before it closed.

-Ok, good.

Let's make sure he's not alone.

When Henderson comes back from making his bank run,

he'll be traveling north on Desmond boulevard.

He will make a right hand turn into the alley just left

of Stevenson's check cashing store.

He goes all the way to the end of the alley

before he makes a left hand turn, gets out of the car,

goes into the back of the building.

Green and Henderson, you're the only ones in the store, right?

-Right.

Now McCall and I will be on the outside covering

the rear entrance, along with everybody else.

Now mulvahill, Davis, you're on each side of alleyway

up on the roof, is that correct?

Ok.

Now we'll keep the front of the store clear.

All except for a surveillance vehicle here.

Jack, that's where you're gonna be.

Now we can expect our bad guys between nine

and 11 o'clock in the morning.

We should be there set up ready to go by 7:30.

Any questions?

-Nope.

-Ok, good luck.

-Take a look at your desk.

-Yeah, I don't think Jack liked the idea of being surveillance.

-Nope.

I think it's the safest place for him.

-And for us.

-Why don't you go take care of it now, huh?

Get it over with.

-Yeah, you're probably right.

-Thanks hunter.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

I'm in front and all the action's gonna be in back.

-That's right, Jack.

-You afraid I'll screw up?

-Look, I need a surveillance man.

You're it.

-You can't do this to me.

You know I'm better than that.

-Well, that's a matter of opinion now, isn't it?

-Can't you just forget what happened this morning?

-Look, everybody makes mistakes.

I make them.

But not like that.

Those types of mistakes get people killed.

I need a surveillance man and you're it.

Why wasn't I told about this?

I'm his mother!

I have a right to know!

-Honey, the whole thing was blown out of proportion.

It wasn't as bad as it sounds.

-He was shot at, wasn't he?

-Well, he's a cop!

It happens!

-Oh bill, talk to me.

-I can't.

The chief is expecting me in 45 minutes!

-I don't give a damn about the chief!

-Yeah?

Well, it just so happens that I have to.

-You're putting too much pressure on Jack.

You can force him to be something he's not.

-Honey listen, I had a talk with Jack

and I even gave him an out.

He said he wants to be a cop.

-Well, what do you expect?

He's afraid to tell you the truth

because of what might happen.

You've manipulated him so much he doesn't know what he wants.

I don't want to lose another son.

I can't go through something like that.

I don't think you can either.

-Gotta go.

-Stop running away from me!

-I'm not running away!

I'm just going to do my job and I wish you'd let Jack do his!

-Hunter.

Homicide.

Hi.

Well, uh yeah, I know where it's at.

Uh sure, I can meet you there in about uh, 20 minutes or so.

Yeah.

See you there.

-Hi Linda.

Good to see you.

-Oh, thanks for coming, Rick.

-Well, you're welcome.

What's uh, what's going on?

-Uh, it's about bill.

-What about bill?

-Could we go inside?

-Yeah.

Ryan, anything stirring?

-No.

We're clear in the front of the building.

Wait one.

Henderson's in sight.

Be right at your location in 10 seconds.

-Copy that, green?

-Uh, copy that and I'm ready.

-Henderson's in place.

-I don't know if these guys are gonna show or not.

-They'll show.

Just give them time.

-I have in sight two men in a light colored station wagon.

-Make a u-ey.

-What?

-Changed my mind, man.

We're going in the front.

I'm sick of alleys.

-They made a u-turn.

Stopped in front.

-All right.

Everybody, hold your positions.

You got that?

It's them.

-Jack, hold your position.

Repeat, hold your position til we get around to the front.

Give me the money!

Now!

-Ok, ok!

I'm trying to get it...

-Shut your mouth!

-Cops man!

We're made!

-Son of a...

-Come on, man!

-You don't listen very good, do you?

-I thought I could stop him!

-That's your problem!

Don't think!

-Commander?

-What's this all about?

-Jack disobeyed direct orders.

Nearly got himself and a fellow officer killed.

-Oh no, no, no.

Jack doesn't make those kind of mistakes.

-Yes he does and you know it.

-What do you mean?

-I talked with Linda last night.

She told me everything.

-What the hell are you talking about?

-When Billy was killed, you went into a deep, deep depression.

You were devastated.

You took a leave of absence.

-Yeah?

Well, so what?

I had a wife and family to take care of!

I know that.

Bill, you had a nervous breakdown.

-Now wait a minute.

Linda, Linda told you?

-She loves you very much, bill.

-She had no right to do that!

What else did she tell you?

-The thing that pulls you out of that depression

is when Jack came to you one day and said he wanted to become

a police officer just like Billy.

The only reason Jack said that was to give you hope

and to get your love.

Hunter!

Hunter, Jack just took off.

-I have an idea I know where he's going.

-Wait a minute!

I'm coming with you!

-What is it?

-Police.

-You have no right coming in here like this!

Who do you think you are?

-You going somewhere?

-Palm Springs!

I'm taking a vacation!

You can't come in here like this!

What gives you the right?

-Where's your son?

-I don't know where he is and you get the hell out!

-You're lying!

-Man, we just keep bumping into each other all over the place,

huh?

Why don't you move over there?

Now!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

That's about it.

-Pushed me, Darnell.

-Yeah?

Get his gun, ma.

Put it on the floor in front of him.

Go for it, man.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

Go for it.

You're just a little whipped puppy dog now, aren't you?

You know what?

You shouldn't have pushed my mother around.

Hmm?

-What should I do with him, ma?

-Kill him.

-Ok.

That's what you want.

-That's what I want.

-Goodnight, cop.

-Darnell, there's somebody out there!

-Cop.

Look out, dad!

Oh no, Darnell!

Darnell!

No, Darnell!

No, Darnell!

Oh my baby!

My baby!

Oh my baby!

My baby!

My baby!

-You all right, Jack?

-Yeah.

-Well, you saved my life again today, son.

I'm sorry for all I put you through, son.

I'm sorry for all I put us through.

-The day Billy died I made a very big mistake.

-I know.

-I've never seen myself as clearly as I have today.

Keep it.