(dramatic rock music)
(blues music)
- Believe it, Hooker.
18 months of spinning wrenches.
Searching through
wrecking yards.
She's milled, blueprinted,
18 miles on the odometer
and she's all mine.
- Smells new, and expensive.
- Real English leather.
- Let me see that.
- Careful.
Prints, they leave oils
and acids on the surface.
- I'm sorry.
I don't know how you kept
this thing a secret so long.
- Are you kidding?
It was k*lling me.
But this is just part of
the big surprise, Hooker.
Stepping up.
I am going to show you
how the other half lives.
(engine roars)
(cool music)
- It's a real neck-snapper.
(car lock beeps)
nice tone.
- Music to my ears.
Sets an anti-theft alarm on
this thing you'd have to hear
to believe, like the
beginning of World w*r Three.
- Remind me not to
tamper with your toys.
- Hey Vinny, it'll cost you
a buck for not letting me
handle the wheel.
- [Vince] Watch it like your
own and I'll make it five.
- You got it.
- [TJ] They know you
around here, I'm impressed.
- [Vince] Hey,
I'm a big spender.
- You sure they have food here?
- Hey, Adrian's has everything.
Come on tell me, what do
you really think of my new car?
- It's beautiful, you
should be very proud.
You wanna take it
to the table with us?
I'm kidding, I'm only kidding.
(dance music)
- Two for dinner, Seymour.
- Nobody comes to Adrian's
to have dinner before dancing.
- I don't mind being
convinced of that.
But my friend here might
need an extra argument
to bring him around.
- I'd be happy to change
his mind here on the spot.
- My mind is changed.
- My name's Gilda,
this is Jennifer.
- Vince Romano, my
friend TJ Hooker. Shall we?
(dance music)
- This isn't exactly my style.
- It's not style that
counts in the long run.
Just follow my moves, okay.
- You move that too?
(they laugh)
- Oh, excuse me!
Let's get a drink okay,
away from her clutches.
- She has her hands full
with my friend, believe me.
Bartender, two gin and tonics.
(ominous music)
(car lock beeps)
- See I told you I saw
Kosinski come this way.
- You're a good
niece, Toni my girl.
Your Uncle Victor won't
forget you in his will.
- You don't collect from that
louse, there won't be a will.
Wish I had a car,
run him off the road I -
- You turn your poor sister's
hair gray from fear for you.
- So what are you gonna do?
Let Kosinski hit you
with another smooth line?
- No. I'm gonna get my money.
(suspenseful music)
(dance music)
- Hey Vinny, somebody's
fooling around with your wheels.
- Hooker, my car!
(engine roars)
- Watch out!
- Easy, easy.
- Uncle Victor!
- Never mind about
me, I'm okay, Toni.
- Call an ambulance.
- What's the commotion,
he get the car?
- Come on, get in the car.
Get hot on the ring, just
ran over old man Polnoi.
- Oh man, you promised us
there wouldn't be any trouble.
- Yeah, well there is. Go!
(tires squeal)
- What do you expect,
bandanas on our heads?
- When your uncle
told the admitting desk
that he was a Gypsy king, I
was just surprised, that's all.
- Gadjos always thinks
'cause we're Gypsies
we travel around
in covered wagons.
- Sorry. How about
sticking to business?
Why were you in
that parking lot?
- Oh yeah.
My Uncle Victor and I were
uh, just passing through.
My uncle hears the music.
- From Adrians?
- Uh huh. He says Toni,
this is the kind of music
that leads kids astray.
I want you to listen to it,
and stay away from
places that play it.
I mean, he wants me to
grow up good, you know?
- How about growing
up to tell the truth?
- And when Romano
went back into the club,
our dates were gone.
- You figure they
were part of the scam
that ripped off Romano's wheels.
- I gotta look at that thief's
face, I'll never forget it.
- Sergeant, get me in to
see Uncle Victor, please.
- Well that won't be necessary,
he's being released right now.
- [Woman On Intercom]
Nurse Raft, please contact
Nurse Wadi on extension 78.
- [TJ] Did you get
anything from the kid?
- About five of the best
fairy tales a kid her age
could concoct.
Where'd she get her imagination?
- Probably an inherited trait.
- We got a half a dozen
stories from Uncle Victor
as to why they were
in the parking lot.
- You know what my
insurance agent just said?
I was doing police work,
so my claim's no good.
- Since when did dancing
qualify as police work?
- That's very funny, Stacy,
I appreciate the sympathy.
- Junior, I'll sign a
statement backing you up,
but I'd much rather get your car
and the trash that took it.
- Look, if we do find
them, let's try to be careful.
Oh God, I hope they're
taking good care of it.
- I don't think they're
gonna be tucking it into bed
with an oil can for a bottle.
- Hey this is no joking matter.
If you knew how many
hours I put into that car.
- You told us half a dozen
times, Vince, we got the picture.
- Look, Romano, I have
DMV doing a work-up on
stolen exotics.
Do you know you were cruising
around in the most popular
targeted car in the county?
- Well let's harden the target.
I'll start with the mug books,
you get out a city-wide
broadcast on Romano's wheels,
and a blonde and a redhead.
(smooth saxophone music)
- Cervantes, this
Porsche is worth 25 Gs
if it's worth a penny.
So I deliver to
you for 15 grand.
I wouldn't sell it to
my mother for less.
Oh yeah? Well you know
where you can put that too.
Crazy gadjo.
- I gave Jennifer and
Gilda an extra 200.
- That's good.
- Those girls are not problems.
Victor Polnoi's our problem.
- Victor Polnoi is a gypsy,
he won't tell the cops
nothing about us.
- Crazy old man,
showing up that way.
You know I told you,
he had to be paid.
- With what?
He knew we had to make
a score before we could
pay him for them engine parts.
- Well he's gonna want a
hell of a lot more than a grand
since you busted his leg.
So tell me, how
much for Cervantes?
- Nine Gs for the car.
- Nine Gs?
(man laughs)
Victor'll take all of that.
- So we hit him first, pay
our debt with his money.
Hey, you know how
much he's got in the safe.
- That's bad luck, Rafe.
- Yeah.
For Victor.
- I had a terrible
dream last night.
- Huh. About your
Teutonic jewel?
- She was stripped,
every nut and bolt
scattered to the wind.
And the engine was running
a farmer's hay thrasher.
- Sounds Freudian.
- Got a deposit
on that air wrench.
- How much time
did you offer him?
- Half a day out of the shop.
(she laughs)
- You're a bandit.
But you're my bandit.
(clattering sound)
- Open the safe, old man.
- Hey, you don't scare us.
My uncle's a Gypsy king.
- The child doesn't understand.
All you want is money.
To a Gypsy money is a burden.
What would life be if
we have too much, eh?
- Open the safe,
Polnoi, hurry up!
(ominous music)
- Run, Toni, run!
(two sh*ts fired)
- Come on, let's get
Vartan and get outta here!
- No, you grab the
money, I got the kid.
- [Kosinski] Toni!
Toni, where are you?
Come on out.
(dramatic music)
- [Dispatcher On Radio]
Units in the vicinity and
4-Adam-30, possible
two eleven in progress.
sh*ts fired
Washington and Santee.
4-Adam-30, handle
the call, Code Three.
- That's a roger, 90.
(sirens blare)
- [Dispatcher On Radio]
4-Adam-16, roll back to 4-Adam-30
on a 211, sh*ts fired,
Washington and Santee.
(sirens blare)
- 4-Adam-16, roger.
(tense music)
(sirens approaching)
- I don't think Vartan's
gonna make it, Rafe.
- Forget him, let's go.
(sirens get closer)
(screeching)
- That's the suspect who ran
the old man down in your car.
- We got him, 16, in pursuit.
Take the crime scene.
(tense music)
(brakes screeching,
sirens blaring)
- 4-Adam-30 in
pursuit south on Alevis.
Blue Cadillac, license plate
one adam david
three seven eight.
(brakes screeching)
(glass breaking)
(crashing and glass breaking)
(sirens approaching)
- Get back, get back!
Damn!
(ominous chord)
(subdued music)
- Did you get a picture yet?
- [Stacy] Not the one I want.
The place belonged
to Victor Polnoi.
- Did you see the little girl?
She's gonna have to be told.
- There's no sign of her
anywhere in the neighborhood.
- Suspect's the same one
that took off Romano's wheels
and hit the old man, they're
tied together somehow.
- The one in the ambulance
may be able to give us a story
if they can stabilize him.
- His name's Franco Vartan,
I'll get a work-up
on him started.
- Come here, come here.
Come here, I gotcha.
- Take your hands off me.
I know about police brutality.
- Okay, you know about
police brutality, now come here.
(sad Gypsy music)
- Uncle Victor?
- When are you gonna
start telling me the truth?
- I am.
- What do you mean you are?
I know you're not.
- Her sister's outside.
O'Brien asked if
we'd stay on this.
- I intend to.
(woman sobbing)
- Miss Polnoi.
- Yes?
- I'm Sergeant Hooker.
- Where's Toni?
She's only a child, she
didn't have anything to do
with what happened
and you can't hold her.
- I don't intend to, but she
has information that's vital
to us and she refuses
to tell us anything.
- Can you blame her,
with an uncle to bury?
- No, I'm sorry, but we
have a m*rder on our hands,
and Toni's our only witness.
And she's lying.
Tries to give me a new name,
says she's 15, from Wyoming.
- Chicago.
Toni was sent to me
after our mother d*ed,
eight months ago.
Let me take her with me.
If she'll talk, she'll talk
to me, never to you.
- Why, I'm trying to find
her uncle's m*rder*r?
- She's a Gypsy.
- Look around you.
My family, they
live by the old ways.
Never revealing
their true feelings,
keeping their
problems to themselves.
And Toni's in a
lot of pain right now
because of what
happened to Victor,
but she's never gonna let it
show how much she's hurt.
She'll keep it all inside.
- Can't you explain this
problem concerns the police?
- I can't explain anything.
I dropped out.
I tried to make a new life
for myself in the gadjo world.
Toni's my sister.
I'm trying my very best to
bring her along with me now,
so let me take her home with me.
I'll try, I'll talk to her,
I'll explain what it is you
need, how important it is.
- Wait outside.
I'll have her brought
out by a side exit.
I wanna keep her away
from the rest of the clan.
- You must have lot of ladies.
- A few.
- Hey, I can get
you perfume cheap.
French. What do you say?
- I say I think
you're hustling me.
- Diana!
Diana, they b*at me, choked me,
you remember to tell the judge.
- Be quiet now, Toni,
we're going home now.
Go get in the car.
Thank you Sergeant Hooker.
- You're welcome.
- Hooker, that kid's all we got.
- So what do you wanna do?
Use a rubber hose on her?
She's not gonna
tell us anything.
None of them are
gonna tell us anything.
They're gonna put Uncle
Victor into the ground
and then we'll have a bunch
of vigilantes on our hands,
out for revenge Gypsy-style.
- It wasn't much different
in my old neighborhood
in San Francisco.
When the cops couldn't
handle it, the families did.
- Well not this
time, we handle it.
Nobody else.
(smooth saxophone music)
- [Stacy] Is Hooker
inside with Vartan?
- Crash cart's in
there with him too.
- Did you get anything.
- Not from Vartan, but the
slug they took out of his body
is the same caliber
as Victor Polnoi's g*n.
- Then Vartan was
one of the K*llers.
- Likely.
But the armed
robbery doesn't figure.
All of Vartan's serious
crimes were grand theft auto.
Had a partner we
put away for a while.
Buccoli, Arturo Buccoli.
- [Jim] Buccoli.
- Ring any bells?
- Sure, I delivered
him to Chino.
You'd like him, Romano.
He specialized in
exotics, loved Porsches.
Sent 'em off to Mexico
like link sausage.
- Like him? I love him already.
I just hope if he does have
my car, he's a gentle soul.
- Stacy, let's update
our broadcast.
Ask CHP and surrounding
jurisdictions to keep an eye out
for anything heading south.
- You figure they'll unload
their stock and cut 'n' run?
- I hope so, so
does Junior here.
- Looks like we lost him.
- We've lost more than
that unless we shut this thing
down quickly.
I think it's time to
see if Toni's sister
has turned her around yet.
- I won't hold my breath.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I got new plates, clean.
I guarantee clean.
You don't even have
to paint it or paper it.
Well what do you
say, nine grand even.
Yeah, nine.
Good.
Good, done.
Hey, and that's in US
currency, not pesos.
Good, gracias. Adios amigo.
You're shaking like
a cold dog in water.
What's the matter with you?
- Vartan's dead.
- He say anything
before he went?
- What's it matter,
we're cursed.
- Forget those crazy
superstitions, man.
If the cops had known about us,
it'd be out in the
streets already.
- It's that little girl Toni.
She's the one I'm worried about.
A kid don't know the Gypsy ways.
- You just deliver
this black beauty,
I'll make sure the kid
don't live to learn the ways.
(ominous music)
- Diana, can I have some
money to buy flowers
for Uncle Victor's funeral?
- You know I
bought flowers, Toni.
You're lying again.
Now Uncle Victor, he'd
want you to tell the truth.
Especially to Sgt. Hooker.
That would be the greatest
respect you could pay
to his memory.
- I show respect.
Whatever I do it's
for Uncle Victor.
- I know it is.
(knocking at door)
- I'm sorry to bother you,
we'd like to talk to Toni.
- [Diana] Sure, come in.
Toni? Toni?
Toni!
- All right, where is she?
Our deal is, you would
get Toni to talk to me.
- And I've been trying.
- Kind of hard to try when
she's not around, isn't it?
- Listen, her favorite
person on earth is
just about to be
put in the ground.
Now I already told you
what's churning inside of her.
What do you expect?
- I expect answers that
might keep her alive.
Look, she saw what happened
at your uncle's garage,
and there are K*llers
out there that know that.
- All I know is that she's
been trying to raise money.
Why, I'm not sure.
- How would she go
about raising this money?
- She sells perfume
to ladies on the boulevard.
If I knew more I'd tell you,
but then you don't
believe that, do you?
- I believe you.
But trust is a luxury
when one little girl
is your only witness.
(dramatic music)
- Perfume! Perfume!
Six bucks for J'Adore.
You'd pay 30 anywhere
else, only six bucks.
J'Adore anyone?
Six bucks for J'Adore.
Pay 30 anywhere else.
Beautiful scent,
beautiful ladies.
- Toni, you're
such a sweet girl.
- Tell you what.
For cash, two bottles
for the price of one.
What do you say, Jennifer?
- All right, Toni, I'll buy.
- You won't be sorry.
When Rafe smells
you, guaranteed results.
- You know Rafe?
- Mm Hmm (affirmative).
When you see him, tell him
I wanna do some business.
Gypsy business.
- If I were Toni you
wouldn't find me.
When I was on the
streets of South Philly,
I could pick out even
an unmarked cop car,
three blocks away.
- Yeah, well you I
could find, Romano.
But Toni, I'm not so sure.
(suspenseful music)
- I don't understand.
We've talked to a half a
dozen Gypsies, and nothing.
Vartan and Buccoli
stole and m*rder*d,
but their people just clam up.
- They're family.
- My family wouldn't
protect them.
- Your father's
a police captain.
They got a different
world out there.
- [Dispatcher On Radio]
4-Mary-27, CHP is requesting
a back-up, southbound
Bogan's Road near Hyacinth.
They're following a possible
stolen black Porsche.
License number two charles
adam ocean four nine five.
And that license number
returns to a Dodge van.
- [Officer On Radio]
This is 4-Mary-27,
I see the CHP's black
Porsche nine eleven
southbound on Bogan's
Road turning onto Ridge Road,
request intercept
at Stone Canyon.
- 4-Adam-16 to
4-Adam-30 on tac two.
- 4-Adam-30 go.
- [Stacy] You catch that, Vince?
- Roger, we're punching it.
If the intercept
works, they'll get him.
If not, we'll be
right on top of it.
- If it's him.
- Think positive, Hooker.
(engine roaring)
(sirens blaring)
(engines roaring)
- There's no way
you'll catch him.
He's storming.
This dog'll belly up
and suck wind before
you smell his exhaust.
- Get on the horn, call ahead.
- This is 4-Adam-30
in pursuit of a beautiful
black nine eleven SC,
blueprinted, milled, ported.
Request all units to
intercept and road-block
Western Heights Road.
(brakes screeching)
(transmission crunching)
- Oh god, he missed a shift.
- Whose side are you on?
(transmission crunches)
- Oh lord, he's losing it.
Trailing throttle oversteer.
- What?
- He's not gonna make it.
Make it!
(car crashing and exploding)
(ominous music)
- Ah, Junior, I know how much
those wheels meant to you.
Why don't you
swear at me a little,
I feel responsible.
- That's not gonna
bring it back.
Besides, you weren't driving.
- Do we know who was?
- Yeah.
Coroner verifies it
was Arturo Buccoli.
The one who ran exotics like
sausages across the border.
- Well, two down and no
way to find number three
without that little girl Toni.
- There's one other possibility
to nail this thing down
without the kid.
I dug into Buccoli's
court transcript.
A girlfriend gave character
testimony for him once.
A stripper named
Jennifer Carlin.
- Jennifer, like in
Jennifer and Gilda,
those girls we met at Adrian's?
- The thought is
crossing my mind.
- All right, you three
work up a history on her,
see what you turn.
- What are you gonna do?
- I think I know where Toni
Polnoi might turn up today.
(sad Gypsy music)
- Toni, you must put
this out of your mind.
- I choose to follow
the Gypsy law,
like Uncle Victor
would have done for me.
- When you are an adult, Toni,
then you can think
about revenge.
- Then I pray to be an adult.
- Diana, Diana!
I'm sorry, please.
Did Toni come home last night?
- Yes she did, finally.
- Why didn't you call?
- Look, could we talk
about this some other time?
- I'm fresh out of time.
If I have to turn her
over to a social worker
or a probation officer, I will.
I'd rather you let me
have her, for a while.
I intend for her to talk to
me one way or another.
- That's wonderful, I suppose
you'll see she goes to school
and learns to read.
How do you plan to
explain to her that the streets
and Gypsy ways will see
her wind up just like her uncle?
- Diana, I suggest that you
let the sergeant have Toni.
At this moment, she
needs a strong hand.
- Since when is a stranger's
hand stronger than family's?
- You want to be a gadjo?
Think like one for a moment.
Toni is streetwise.
So is this man.
You are not.
- So it gets back to w*r again.
Battle of wills.
Well I'm tired of battles,
and I want this one to end.
- You will find her
there, Sergeant.
- Thank you.
(sad Gypsy music)
- Please, God, take
care of my Uncle Victor,
and his poor widow,
my Aunt Maria.
And please St Ann, help me
to get the money to buy a g*n.
Please.
- I thought you might
come with me for a while.
It's all right with your sister.
I understand how you must
feel about losing your uncle.
- No you don't.
(sexy rock music)
(slow clapping)
- Very nice, ladies.
Care to dance?
I have a police car
outside that's a good target.
- How about if
we all go for a ride
and have a nice long chat?
- I have a feeling I'm not
gonna like the conversation.
- Maybe it would
be nicer if we had it
here in the dressing room?
- Your moves aren't gonna
get you out of this one.
- This man was one
of the men involved
in your uncle's
m*rder, Arturo Buccoli.
You recognize him?
- I told you, don't ask
me about that stuff.
- Will you stop that? Grow up?
We're going to have
to face this thing,
and you're not helping at all.
- Maybe because you
talk to me like I'm a little kid,
like I don't know
what's going on.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
- You hungry?
- Yes I am.
- All right.
Meet me in the coffee
room and we'll order out.
And then, my dear, we're
gonna talk like adults.
- Can I call my sister?
- Yeah.
Phone's in the
coffee room, dial nine.
And tell her you're
in good hands.
- Yeah, sure.
(engaged tone)
- Yes Aunt Marie,
Toni will be fine.
I know it's not the Gypsy
way, but it's the right way, I -
(knocking on door)
(ominous music)
- My god, what do you want?
- I want your sister, lady.
Little Toni.
She's screwin' up my life.
Whatever I got to do to
make you bring her to me,
I'm gonna do it.
- Fun will come into your life.
(snorts)
The Chinese make good cookies,
but only Gypsies know fortunes.
- Well maybe it's my cookie.
Besides, Gypsies aren't
the only ones that are special.
Cops are a lot like Gypsies.
- Gypsies and cops
got nothing in common.
- Oh yes they do.
Cops have a strong sense
of honor, just like Gypsies.
We take care of our own.
When someone kills a
cop, nobody wants that k*ller
more than another
police officer.
- You sh**t them?
- No. Sometimes we'd like to,
but revenge is a beast
that'll grow until it eats you up.
Or turns you into the
very thing that you're
fighting against.
You don't want that, do you?
- I want justice.
- Justice? You want justice?
That's why we have the law.
Not Gypsy, my law, but the law.
And it won't work unless
you're willing to help us.
- Hooker.
- Think about what I
said, finish your meal.
And think about it hard,
because we don't have much time.
- I still wanna
talk to my sister.
- Same drill, dial nine.
- Wanna see some
heads-up police work?
- Well looky here.
(phone rings)
- Answer it.
- Toni, is that you?
- Diana, what's the matter?
- Toni stay away,
don't come home!
- Toni, now listen to me.
I've got your
sister here with me.
Now what I want
you to do - - Hey Rafe.
Don't you hurt my sister.
You've got a lot of
my uncle's money,
but I've got something
you need very badly.
We're Gypsies, we can deal.
- All right, what is it?
- I will bring it, we'll deal,
but I tell you where we meet.
- I don't want nothing
to do with m*rder.
They just paid us
to distract you guys.
- We know about Vartan,
we know about your
boyfriend Buccoli,
who's number three?
- He's dangerous.
- So's prison, Jennifer.
- All right, all right.
His name's Kosinski,
Rafe Kosinski.
He's an outcast Gypsy.
- When I grow up I'd
like to ride a motorcycle
just like you guys.
- That should do it.
- The problem is,
we only might get him
for grand theft auto.
Toni's the only one
that can place him
at the scene of the m*rder.
Now they got a name.
- Hey officers, which
way is the bus stop?
Thanks.
- Little girl say
where she was going?
- Nope.
- Andrews, where's your piece?
(ominous music)
- Toni! Toni!
- Hooker, what's wrong?
- The kid is gone, and
she's got Andrews's g*n.
(ominous chord)
(gypsy music)
- Where the devil is she?
She couldn't have
gotten that far.
- Especially with a g*n.
What is she gonna do with it?
- What we've been talking about.
Gypsy revenge.
- Excuse me ma'am, I'm
looking for a young girl,
10 years old, brown
hair, brown eyes,
jean jacket.
- Oh, you must mean
that charming child
that got on the 84 southbound.
Now I'm waiting for the 92,
and perhaps you
could tell me, officer,
why is it that the 92 never
arrives on schedule anymore?
- Thank you ma'am.
- Now I've been taking
this bus for the last 12 years
- Yes, ma'am.
- But for the last two
weeks it's always late.
- Thank you.
- Now what's a person
supposed to do?
- Thank you.
- Write hall, petition, I
can't just it here forever,
you know.
- Excuse me, ma'am.
(tires screeching)
- Hey Mister, I
got a deal for you.
You can buy something
nice for your wife with this.
- I don't get it, that bus
couldn't have outrun us.
- Maybe she h*jacked
it, she does have a g*n.
(sirens sound)
- Hey, hey, so I
went off my route.
I mean the bus was empty,
and ahead of schedule,
it's not a federal offense.
- All I want is the
kid, I know she got on
over at Claibourne.
- Look, she gave me 20
bucks to take her to a church
over on Vernon, I mean
who can refuse a kid
when she wants to go to church?
- Oh yeah, especially
when she puts up 20 bucks.
- And I thank you, St Ann,
for blessing me with this g*n.
For my uncle I thank you.
And please, St
Ann, make me brave.
- [Kasinski] Toni.
- Toni, run, please, run out!
- It's all right, Diana,
we have business.
It's bad luck to talk
business in the church,
isn't it, Rafe.
- Yeah, yeah let's get
outta here, come on.
(ominous music)
Right, you said you had
something, what is it?
- I wanna talk to
Uncle Victor first.
- What is it?
- Something the
police would like,
something they
wouldn't give to you.
- Toni.
- It's all right, Uncle
Victor will tell us what to do.
- Something smells
funny, this is Diana's car.
Flank me.
(suspenseful music)
- Uncle Victor, I'm ashamed.
I shoulda stayed with you.
I can give Rafe what he needs.
But I don't think I can make
him give back your money.
Your honor.
- Okay kid, I'm
through fooling with you.
If you got something to
show it, show it right now!
If not, you've chosen
the place where you two
are gonna die.
Back off! Back off!
- Hold it right there, or
you'll fall where you stand.
- I'll k*ll her,
I'll k*ll 'em both.
- Think about it!
You're in a great
place for a burial.
(dramatic music)
- Hooker!
- Rafe, my uncle would
like you talk to him.
- Put the g*n down,
put the g*n down!
You remember
what we talked about,
you don't wanna
live with that, do you?
- Rafe knows what I want.
Do it, Rafe.
Give Uncle Victor his peace.
Ask his forgiveness,
ask him now!
- Please, Victor.
(sobbing)
Please.
(Gypsy music)
I know I'm lost, but
let me suffer for it.
Please, Victor.
Don't take me now.
Please forgive me, Victor.
Please Victor, let me live.
(sobs)
Victor, please!
Please!
- Empty.
- Of course it's empty.
I took the b*ll*ts out.
Don't you know it's
dangerous for kids to go out
with loaded g*ns.
You can never be
a Gypsy, Hooker.
(they laugh)
- Well?
- Good news.
The social worker said Toni
could stay with her sister,
as long as she
attends school regularly
and cleans up her act.
And if Hooker promises
to take a personal interest
in Toni's rehabilitation.
- (laughing) I wouldn't want
Hooker as my truant officer.
- [TJ] Listen, young lady,
when I say to go to school,
you go.
- Okay, I'll go to school.
Maybe I'll be a doctor,
maybe a lawyer.
They make a lot of money.
- You're talking about a lot
of years there, young lady.
- Yeah, what salary
did you guys start at?
- It's not a fortune
but it pays the rent.
- Hooker, I heard
about your motel room.
Who'd wanna live like that?
(they laugh)
- Hey, you could live like I do.
- You lost your Porsche,
but you work with
a beautiful lady.
- Thank you, Toni.
- Maybe I'll be a cop,
and get a nice-looking
guy like him too.
- Come on, Toni.
- What about?
- Come on.
(sexy saxophone music)
- We're gonna see
a lot of each other
by the time this is over.
How about we start
with dinner tonight?
- Well, Toni told me
about your Chinese food.
- There's nothing
wrong with Chinese food.
And they put good
fortunes in the cookies.
- I'm a Gypsy, Hooker,
and even I don't believe
in fortune-telling.
- Oh really?
- Yeah.
- Aren't you just
a little bit curious?
(dramatic rock music)
04x10 - Grand Theft Auto
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Adventures of veteran police officer Sgt. T.J. Hooker, who rides the b*at with his rookie partner Vince Romano.
Adventures of veteran police officer Sgt. T.J. Hooker, who rides the b*at with his rookie partner Vince Romano.