(exciting rock music)
(ominous music)
(mechanical whirring)
(car rumbling)
(ominous music)
(car door clicking)
(car door thudding)
- I bought the fire juice,
but first I see green.
- We agreed on $10,000, Tavelli.
Five now, five
when the job's done.
- Hey, you got any
more at home like this?
I know if did I'd be OOT.
Out of town, like in Tahiti.
Hey, man, you got no dream?
- My dream is to
see this man dead.
- These'll do it.
You hired me for my specialty,
because you wanted to
see your mark go out in pain.
The glass breaks, the
mix hits the air, and whomp!
You get what you paid for.
(smooth jazz music)
- I'm tellin' ya, Hooker,
Maggie's different.
(T.J. chuckling)
She's special.
- They all are.
- Oh, no, no, no,
I mean it, really.
- I know you do.
It was the same way with Fran
and me when I was a rookie.
- That's exactly what I mean.
(intense music)
I told Maggie about that idea
I had of going to law school,
dig out what's behind the law,
become a better cop, and
she was real supportive.
It's kind of a nice feeling.
- I knew she had a head on her
shoulders from her
academy grades.
(intense music)
Sounds like true love, Junior.
(intense music)
- So what's with the frown?
You against me havin' a
personal relationship for a change?
- It's that guy climbing
up our tailpipe.
(intense music)
- What the hell?
(expl*si*n blasting)
(fire crackling)
(tires squealing)
(car revving)
(fire crackling)
(fire crackling) (thudding)
Hooker, get the other one!
(cars revving)
(tires squealing)
(tires squealing)
(metal clanking)
(expl*si*n f*ring)
(car screeching)
- Get us outta here!
(tires squealing)
(metal clashing)
(metal clashing)
(cars screeching)
(metal scraping)
(brakes screeching)
- I'll slow down,
you bail out...
- You stay, I stay, partner!
(brakes screeching)
(cars thudding)
(brakes screeching)
(cars thudding)
(tires squealing)
(cars revving)
(metal crashing)
(cars revving) (tires squealing)
(car revving)
(loud rumbling)
(fire crackling)
(splashing)
Ah, oh, my eyes!
Oh, my eyes!
My eyes, my eyes!
(intense music)
(Vince groaning)
Oh, the pain!
(intense music)
I can't see.
Hooker, I can't see!
(fire crackling)
(intense music)
(splashing)
(intense music)
(soft intense music)
- Stacy and Corrigan
notified Maggie.
I'll go check and
see if she's here, yet.
- No, I don't wanna
see her, Hooker.
- I know you're
scared and confused,
but talking to her
might do some good.
- Later, not when I'm
feeling what I feel now.
- How much later?
- What is this,
an interrogation?
I don't wanna see
her now, and that's it!
- Alright, alright.
I'll go stop her
before she comes in.
I know you're gonna
come through this.
You're gonna be okay.
- Why now, when everything
in my life has started
coming together?
Why now?
- It's not gonna be like that!
Now, put that through your head!
You're gonna be okay!
(sighing)
- Hang tight, kid.
- Lieutenant, do
you have a minute?
- Sure!
(elevator bell ringing)
- [Maggie] How's Vince?
- His face isn't
b*rned, but his eyes,
they're scratched,
corneas ulcerated.
They're gonna have
to heal themselves.
- How long before they know?
- 'Bout 48 hours.
- [Woman] Dr. Henzo to
surgery, please, Dr. Henzo...
- He's gonna need some time.
In a couple of hours
the anesthetic'll wear off
and the pain will be unbearable.
- [Woman] Dr. Kline,
telephone, please, Dr. Kline.
- I feel, um, empty, lost,
I've never been this
scared in my whole life.
- I could tell you to push
it out of your mind, kid,
or keep the faith,
but none of that would
compute right now, would it?
- (sighing) Lieutenant,
you were chasing a guy
across a roof,
took a b*llet, fell...
- And woke up staring at
the ceiling of a hospital ward,
feeling everything
you're feeling right now.
- I'm not sure
that I can handle it.
- You don't know
what you have to, yet,
but you do have to fight,
and that starts right now.
You're challenged, and
no matter how this turns out,
that's the way
you have to think.
Challenged, never handicapped.
Ah, here's your ride!
(wheels squeaking)
- You telling me
there weren't times
in the middle of the night,
you didn't feel that it
wasn't worth the fight?
- Of course there were times,
but that was the
biggest challenge of all,
battling to do
what I'm doing now,
instead of holding a tin
cup on some street corner.
(clattering)
(grunting) (clattering)
That's right, kid, fight it.
(sighing)
(wheels rattling)
- [Woman] Dr. Mallick in
Emergency, please, Dr. Mallick.
- I told Romano
to get outta the car.
I gave him an order.
- You also taught him
to back up his partner.
- You didn't start
the fire, Hooker.
- Then, we're gonna
find out who did!
(somber music)
(smooth jazz music)
(mechanical whirring)
(car door thudding)
(smooth jazz music)
- I got the assignment
to third at roll call.
Thanks, Hooker.
- Don't thank me, I'm
temporarily out of a partner.
- Corrigan and I
talked to the doctor.
Last night was very
painful for Vince.
It was a little
better this morning.
This afternoon he
gets another treatment.
The next 48 hours are up to him.
- Well, believe me,
we're all praying for him.
Where's Corrigan?
- Sorting out the IOD
reports for the hospital.
- Divers already got the plates,
car was stolen a week ago.
- Forensic isolated the catalyst
in that fire b*mb, xynophene.
We should be able
to track retail sales.
- May not have to.
Stilson's Chemical
Retail Outlet.
Xynophene,
customer, Robert Smith.
- A phony.
- Pick up Corrigan.
Get a search warrant.
Let's roll, partner!
(upbeat rock music)
- [Maggie] I did a workup on
the guy that runs this place.
His name is Larry Marcetti.
- [T.J.] Criminal record?
- Illegal manufacturing of PCP,
illegal sales,
controlled substances,
illegal possession of
prohibited chemicals,
and eight outstanding
misdemeanor warrants,
should we need any leverage.
- You're very thorough, Maggie.
(car doors squeaking)
(car doors thudding)
- Vince once told me, in
order to have you notice me
I had to do more than
flutter my baby green eyes.
- Oh, he did?
- Mm.
- You got the search warrant?
- Let's do it.
(car rumbling) (ominous music)
- Jim.
Hey, you.
- What can I do
for you officers?
- You're the boss?
- It's all mine.
- We're tracking some xynophene
and the real name to your
customer, a Robert Smith.
- Wait a minute, there
must be some mistake, here.
(slapping)
What is this?
- A search warrant, and
we're gonna dig every
piece of trash business
you do in this place
until you realize
there's no mistake.
- Score one for our side!
What we got here is
the recipe and makings
of a nice batch of PCP.
- And we've only just begun.
- What're you cops
getting at, here?
- You, spaceball.
(thudding)
That's a whole lotta misery
we just kept off the streets,
but that's not why I'm here.
I got a partner in a hospital
who may be blind for life,
'cause you sold another kind of
chemical to another
kind of creep.
I want you to think
long and hard,
put a real name to this
before I lose my cool
and shake it outta ya.
(sighing)
- It's Tavelli, Mickey Tavelli.
I used to know
him a long time ago,
only I didn't figure he was
gonna do no cop with that stuff.
- Where do we find him?
- Man, I'm not sure.
He used to work at
some kind of power plant.
He's a very technical guy.
I'm not sure where it is.
- Well, I've got
a nice, dark cell
for you to sit in while
you think long and hard.
(intense music)
(car revving)
- The source for the
joy juice is dried up
and there's no question that
the cops know I'm their man.
- I paid ya, and ya blew it.
I made a promise to a
friend, and I'm gonna keep it.
- Um, this friend, is that
where the bread is comin' from?
- In a way, my friend is dead
and h**ker's responsible,
and I'm gonna see that
he pays the hard way!
- Well, if he's dead, I
mean, who's to know?
Just take the money and blow!
(chuckling) Now, if
you need a travel...
- Hey, just gimme
the money back!
I'll take care of Hooker myself!
- Now, hold on, a
minute, just hold on.
You ain't got it,
I mean up here,
to do Hooker the way
you want him done.
Now, I said I'd burn
him for you, and I will.
He found my source.
So I found a new way
to give him the kind of
pain you're lookin' for.
Now, when this is ready,
I'll turn your cop into a cinder.
(dramatic music)
(somber jazz music)
- Well, at least the
doctor was upfront with me
when he said the
cornea wasn't responding.
- Most of the pain's gone,
I mean, that's gotta
be a good sign!
- Yeah, that's what I thought
till the doctor
hedged the question.
- Vince, I want you to know...
- Maggie.
- No matter what happens...
- Maggie, I'm just startin' to
sort this thing out in my mind,
making some decisions.
I'd rather not get
into you and me
until I know the final verdict.
Either way, there'll
be a lot to talk about.
- Vince...
- Maggie, please.
- Sure, sure thing.
(soft intense music)
(door clicking)
(soft intense music)
(sighing)
(intense music)
- [Vince Voiceover] And Maggie
Paine fades back for the pass
(Maggie whooping)
intercepted by Romano.
Can he get by?
- [Maggie] No!
- [Vince] Hoo, hoo!
- [Maggie] Whoa!
(Vince laughing)
You creep!
- Fakes her out!
There, she's
hitting on, oh, ooh!
Down at the goal line!
(both giggling)
Tell me something.
How come I like
hanging out with you?
- Because I teach you
something about police work?
(both laughing)
- That for sure is not it.
- I forgot, you
already know it all.
- Oh, right, yeah.
Hey, hey!
- Yeah.
- I'll show ya what I know.
Come here, come here.
- No, oh my god.
(both panting)
- No, I think I know what it is.
- What?
- You make me feel good.
- Me too.
(enchanting music)
(intense music)
(loud thudding) (dramatic music)
(elevator bell ringing)
- He knows how
we all feel, Maggie.
That's what counts.
Did you get the RNI return
on Mickey Tavelli, yet?
- He has a half a dozen priors
for arson, as*ault and robbery.
One of our better citizen types.
- State employment has
him working at a place
called Imperial Power
Company at this address.
I checked, Tavelli was
fired two weeks ago.
- Well, let's talk to some of
the people he worked with.
Maybe we can smoke
out a lead or two.
- Stacy and I can follow
up his prior addresses.
- I don't know whether
these suspects wanted me
or Romano, or any cop
that happened along.
The bottom line is,
the word goes out
a cop is down and
that just doesn't happen!
(intense jazz music)
- I dug a little further
back into Tavelli's file.
It goes way back
into his juvenile days.
- What'd ya turn?
- Not much, his mother split,
his father was a long-distance
moving man, never home,
but when Tavelli retired,
he ended up living
with his father.
- Father still around?
- Spent most of
his time managing
one of those long
term storage units,
but when he d*ed,
Tavelli ended up working
for Imperial Power.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah, Tavelli, he was
good at the technical stuff,
but worthless when it came to
putting in a good day's
work so I had to let him go.
- Do you have any idea
where we can find him?
- Uh, he hung out at a bar
over on commerce and sixth.
Might try there.
Tavelli, he's in some
kind of deep trouble, huh?
- Yeah, you might say that.
("I Wanna Be Loved by
You" by Marilyn Monroe)
♪ I couldn't aspire
♪ To anything higher
♪ Than to fill with
desire ♪ To make you
♪ Ba-doop-a-doop doop-de-dum
(blowing breath)
♪ I wanna be loved
by you ♪ Just you
♪ And nobody else but you
♪ I wanna be loved by you
♪
Ba-doo-de-dee-dee-dee-dee-deedlm
♪ Boop-boop-be-Doo (gasping)
(audience applauding)
(distant laughing)
(door thudding)
- Hello, Celeste.
- Hooker!
Takin' in a little culture
on your coffee break?
- I'm looking for
Mickey Tavelli.
- What's a nice girl like you
doing with a clod like Hooker?
- Talk to me, Celeste.
- Touchy, touchy!
Did you borrow
someone's sensitivity?
You know, he was
born without it, honey,
along with a few other things.
- Like a sense of humor...
- Hooker!
(thudding)
- You know all the regulars
that come into this place.
Tavelli spent
half his life here.
Where do I find him?
Talk to me, Celeste.
- Hooker.
- Now!
- She's a, she's a...
- If you think you're confused,
you should be in my heels!
- Tavelli put a torch to
my car, blinded my partner.
I want him!
- Okay, okay.
I don't know Mickey that well.
He liked the way I danced.
Gave me a few of his paintings.
- They're not very good.
- He learned to
do them in prison.
Some cons are
better than others.
- Never mind the art critique,
you were gonna tell
us where to find him.
- He said this was
in his own back yard.
That's all I know, I swear!
I'm not lying to you, Hooker.
- I think you just
got whole the truth
and nothing but
the truth, Hooker.
- Mind if I take your Van Gogh?
- Take it, already.
- You'll get your
reward in heaven.
(intense music)
(sultry jazz music)
(soft intense music)
(light switch clicking)
(soft intense music)
- [Harold] Now,
Vince, take it slow.
It'll take a few seconds
before you adjust and focus,
but everything'll
be okay, alright?
- Promises, promises, Doc.
(blinds squeaking)
(soft intense music)
Maggie.
- Yes?
- (sighing) Isn't that new
lipstick you're wearing?
(All giggling)
- You had us worried.
- Hey, speak for yourself.
- (gasping) I'm sorry,
guys, you all look terrific!
- I knew Romano was too tough
for that little fire
put him away.
- Yeah, about that fire, Hooker.
- There's one suspect we're
still hunting, a Mickey Tavelli.
My guess is he's
a for-hire type,
and the one that threw the
chemical cocktail at
us, he's footing the bills.
We're working on all of it.
- Not without me, you're not!
- Uh, uh, oh, not so fast!
We still have a
couple of routine
tests to run before
we release you.
It'll only take a
couple of hours.
Look, we'll work on
that right now, okay?
- I feel like celebrating.
- Yeah.
- Terrific, why don't
we meet at Sherry's
at the end of watch,
and then barbecue
some ribs at my place?
- I like that.
- Hey, I want you to know
we're checkin' everything, Vince.
O'Brien has the boy scouts
out takin' landscape photographs
and RNI's diggin'
out anybody alive
who's ever threatened Hooker.
- Hey, I was in that car,
too, and I've been threatened.
- We're talkin' fire-bombers,
not unrequited females.
- Hooker!
(all laughing)
You want Maggie to have
the wrong idea about me?
- Don't worry, I
already know it all.
(door thudding)
Vince!
(Vince chuckling)
(sighing)
(door thudding)
(phone dinging)
(tapping phone keys)
- Lieutenant O'Brien, please.
(sighing)
(upbeat disco
music) (cars revving)
- The other guy couldn't be this
Frank Hayden who
has a mark on ya?
He was blasted
tryin' to rip a safe.
- What about this
one, Lou Elder?
Seems to me, I
remember him sounding off
about getting even
when you busted him.
- Elder, isn't he
the one you wrote
that letter on recommending
against parole?
- Yeah, Elder was
a good candidate,
but a month or so back,
Elder d*ed of a heart
att*ck in Quentin.
(indistinct chattering)
Alright, enough is enough.
We've put a lid on our
celebration long enough.
- I'd volunteer to
pick up the charcoal
for the barbecue, but,
my car is in the shop.
- Well, my roommate
borrowed mine, or I'd drive you.
- Oh, okay.
- Wait, wait, wait, take mine.
- Ay, ay, my partner, my car.
Alright, guys, what's it
gonna be, chicken or ribs?
- Oh, I love chicken,
I want chicken.
- You want chicken.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
No chicken, I had enough
chicken in the hospital.
(truck revving)
- I forgot my purse,
I'll be right back.
- Alright, I'll pick
you up out front.
- Okay.
(car door clicking)
(car door thudding)
(ignition revving)
(expl*si*n blasting)
(thudding)
(expl*si*n blasting)
(metal crashing)
(metal thudding)
(fire crackling)
(metal thudding)
- Maggie.
Maggie!
(somber music) (rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)
Goodbye, Maggie.
(somber music)
- I talked to the captain.
You're okay for the week off.
- The last few days
have been enough.
The walls are startin'
to come in on me.
- You gotta give it time.
- Yeah, I gotta even the score.
I gotta see that animal in
my sights and pull the trigger.
I gotta see him dead.
That's what I've gotta...
(thunder rumbling)
- It hurts, compadre, I know.
- The night it happened,
I lay in bed remembering
the first time I saw Maggie.
She was so pretty.
She was doing Cardiac Hill,
right up there at
the front of her class.
There I was, chuggin' up
the last third of my
morning workout.
She came right past and
slapped me on the rear-end.
I couldn't believe
it. (chuckling)
"Nice, firm rear," she says.
"How come ya don't
run better, Romano?"
Maggie was chasin' me, Hooker,
and I didn't slow up.
- You caught her.
- No.
- She couldn't sleep
worrying about you!
- No, I never came out
and said it to her, Hooker.
I never said, (sighing)
"I love you, Maggie."
(soft music)
(thunder rumbling)
(soft music) (rain pattering)
(holsters rattling)
(intense music)
- What're you doing here?
I thought I told you
to take some time off.
- I told you, I didn't
need the time.
- What do you need, revenge?
- What if I do?
- I'm the target.
It's my fight, that's clear now.
- I lost, too, Hooker.
- But, you're not out to
catch the suspect,
you're out to k*ll him.
- Oh, come on,
you know it's just
a matter of how you
make out the report.
- Is that what you're planning
to get out of law school,
or is that just
ignorance I'm hearing?
- It's what I feel.
I'm just being honest!
- Well, you forget
that anger in your belly,
or I'll put you back on
the bench until this is over.
- Hey, Hooker, we Have 10
different areas to start looking.
These are the explorer
scout landscape photos
that get closest to that
painting you took from Celeste.
- If Tavelli was
a better artist,
we could narrow
them down even closer.
- The general locations are
on the back of each picture.
- We'll divide them up,
take five hard looks a piece.
- Listen, you guys turn
anything hot, we get a call, right?
- Let's roll.
- Don't stonewall me, Stacy.
- I won't, just as long
as it's a cop I'm talking to.
(dramatic music)
(upbeat rock music)
- Allendale, sh**ting
south towards Industry.
Northgate, west towards Bemire.
Overland, west...
- Bemire!
Isn't there a self-storage place
off of Bemire and Ranch Road?
- Yeah, so?
- Maggie turned something
about Tavelli's father.
He managed one of those
self-storage places before he d*ed.
- Not a bad place to make bombs
and incendiary devices, either.
- It's a lead from
Maggie, Junior.
It's gotta be good.
(intense rock music)
Look familiar?
(intense rock music)
- That's it.
- For starters, let's try the
one where the truck is parked.
(intense rock music)
(intense music)
(car door thudding)
(intense music)
Tavelli!
(intense music)
(car revving)
(intense rock music)
Hold it!
(car revving)
Damn it, I said hold it!
(intense rock music)
(car door thudding)
(car revving)
(driving rock music)
(crashing)
(car revving)
(intense music)
(car door thudding)
- Tavelli in person.
You wanna run away so
bad, you wanna run away?
Go ahead and run.
Put it in gear, dirt bag, run!
- You're crazy!
What's goin' on, here?
- I said do it!
- Hey!
(p*stol clicking)
That was a mistake.
I don't want a partner who
makes those kinds of mistakes.
Turn around.
You're through, Romano.
(dramatic music)
Who paid you, Tavelli?
- You got a real mistake
of fact going here.
- Those $100 bills we found
stashed in your
shop were no mistake.
The identifying
taggants on the expl*si*n
that k*lled a fine cop were
traced to you, were no mistake.
And when they strap
you into the green room
and you take your first
deep breath of cyanide gas,
you'll know for damn sure that I
was dealing with
a full deck of facts.
- Maybe we can make a deal, huh?
- So you can walk on
anything you tell me?
No way.
- Come on, you want
the main man, don't you?
I mean you told me yourself,
you knew I was
just a hired hand!
- No deal!
I'll find him, one
way or another,
you'll both suck gas together!
- Aw, come on, man,
don't talk like that!
- I'm talking cop
k*ller, maggot.
Cop K*llers don't make deals.
Now, you've been Mirandized.
You got something to
tell me, or ya haven't.
- You gotta promise
me something!
- I'll promise you something.
Find this man a cell.
- I don't wanna die.
I don't wanna die!
- You shoulda thought of that
before you snuffed out
the life of a police officer!
- No, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
His name was Duggan.
Walt Duggan!
- Whoa.
- Come here.
- Uh, he paid me
and he fingered you.
- How'd he find you
to make the contract?
- We used to work
together at Imperial Power,
but I dunno where he lives!
- Why's he tryin'
to k*ll Hooker?
- I don't know, man!
- Come on.
- Come on, wait a minute!
Wait a minute, wait a minute!
It was something about a
dead friend of his you sent up.
I don't know who, I never asked.
- [T.J.] What else?
- That's it, man, that's
all I know about the dude.
Wait a minute!
Look, you're gonna tell
the court I helped, huh?
I mean, you're gonna
do that, aren't ya?
- Right, along with
the recommendation
that they give you a
chance to hear the pill drop.
Book him, m*rder one.
- Hey, come on, come on!
I helped you, Hooker,
you gotta tell 'em that!
You gotta tell 'em, Hooker!
You tell 'em, Hooker!
- You get a return
on those $100 bills
that we dug at
Tavelli's storage area?
- Federal teletype just came in.
They connect to a
robbery of Golden West
on Spring Street back in 1977.
- (snapping fingers) Score.
That was my case.
Lou Elder was a suspect that
we sent to Quentin behind him.
- Elder, the con you
said d*ed in prison?
- Right.
Jim, wire a cue
for a show and tell
on any cons that
may have shared a cell
with a former con
named Lou Elder.
Put the name of Walt
Duggan at the head of the list.
- You got it.
(easy blues rock music)
- So you want a piece?
(car door slamming)
Who you gonna send to heaven?
- It make a difference who?
I can pay.
- Makes no difference at
all, you're absolutely right.
Got somethin' special
in today, my friend!
Think you're
really gonna like it.
This is a 44 caliber auto-mag.
You can blow a hole in a man
big enough to
slam-dunk a basketball.
Whoever you got in mind for
the other end of that cannon
won't know what hit him.
(g*n f*ring)
(clattering)
- I was too close to the edge.
I know that now.
And I overlooked the fact that
it's you who's under the g*n.
I'm sorry.
- Is that an apology, or a way
of getting back into the case?
- Lou Elder's cellmate,
past five years.
Only his name's not Walt
Duggan, it's Willie Duncan.
He was paroled six months ago.
- His parole date
was the same one
Elder was counting on,
before he was denied.
- Five years in a four
by six cell, together.
People can get
closer than a family.
- Clever, kept Willie
Duncan clean with the law
while Walt Duggan
ran around k*lling cops.
- His parole officer
gave me his address.
- He quit his job at the
power plant and broke parole.
You think he'd still
be at that address?
- It's all we got.
- I want back in, Hooker.
What do you say?
(intense jazz music)
- Police, open up!
(thudding)
(intense music)
When Duncan's jacket comes in,
start looking for
known associates,
places he could be,
people he might know.
(intense music)
- Duncan's parole officer said
he's from back east, Jersey.
He was picked up on a
211 the first day he hit town.
(g*nshots f*ring)
(glass shattering)
(intense music)
- Gone.
- Man, he's usin' the cannon.
- How do we find this
guy, where do we look?
- He waited for us.
He'll be waiting again.
I just have to figure
out where, next time.
(intense music)
(soft somber music)
- I came up with a Freddy Lemay,
did county time with
Duncan out here.
I'm running it down right now.
- Hooker, New Jersey
State Police on line two.
- Homer, how'd you do?
Where?
(paper rustling)
Cousin?
They were busted together?
Well, there might
be something to it.
Especially if he's
waiting for me.
Thanks, Homer.
(phone clicking)
How ya doing on Freddy Lemay?
- Still checking.
- Keep at it, I got a
couple of things I gotta do.
- Yeah, operator, a listing for
a party named Duncan, Paul.
(door clicking)
(door thudding)
(door clicking)
(intense music)
(phone clicking)
(phone distantly ringing)
(intense music)
(motorcycle revving)
(cars revving)
- Just like I figured,
Pauly, just a matter of time.
(intense music)
He came alone,
just like I figured.
(intense music)
(exciting rock music)
(tires squealing)
(cars revving)
(car horn blaring)
(police siren wailing)
(tires screeching)
(exciting rock music)
(police siren
wailing) (cars revving)
(tires screeching)
(police siren wailing)
- Okay, Willie,
where ya taking me?
(tires squealing)
(metal clattering)
(exciting rock music)
(tires screeching)
(metal clattering)
(police siren wailing)
(exciting rock music)
(g*nshots f*ring)
- So, you got a big
g*n, too, huh, Hooker?
Well it aint gonna help!
(intense music)
- Give it up, Willie!
Either way this goes,
you lose, you can bet on it!
- Don't matter, Hooker!
Nothin' matters,
long as you're dead!
(intense music)
- What's your beef with me?
- [Willie] You destroyed Lou!
It wasn't bad enough
you locked him up!
- Lou Elder is dead!
- [Willie] He's all I had!
He's dead 'cause of
you, and your lousy letter!
We were gonna
get parole together!
- He didn't have
it coming, Duncan!
Bank guard sh*t,
money still stashed!
- [Willie] You k*lled the only
person I ever cared about!
- Then, we're even, slime ball!
(intense music)
- Hooker!
(g*nsh*t f*ring)
(thudding)
(tires screeching)
(exciting music) (thudding)
(clattering)
(intense music)
(groaning)
- Hooker!
- Hold on to me!
- I was wrong!
(intense music)
(soft dramatic music)
(all grunting)
(T.J. sighing)
(soft dramatic music)
(somber music)
(tender music) (phone clicking)
(tapping phone keys)
(tender music)
- Hi, Pumpkin.
Yes, it's your daddy,
calling to see how you are.
I'm still living here,
but I'll be moving soon.
No, no, no, nothing's wrong,
I'm just calling
to talk to my girl.
Camping?
Yeah, you go on that trip.
You do what there is to do.
'Course, see ya don't
let anything pass you by.
What's that?
I love you too,
honey, a whole bunch.
(tender music)
(exciting rock music)
(Columbia Pictures jingle)
04x06 - Target: Hooker
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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.