04x01 - Draw the Line

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[music playing]

[buzzing]

Yo, Fitz.

(SHOUTING) Yo, Fitz, you there?

Answer me.

You gonna die.

This is a machine talking.

Payback, payback.

Spooks won't help you, man.

The man won't help you.

[inaudible], man.

Make the fish live
with what we do to him.

Payback, payback.

We know who you are.

We know what you are.

(SHOUTING) Sooey, sooey.

[laughter]

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy.

I'm gonna wait for you.

I'm gonna wait on you, boy.

(LAUGHING) Payback.

(SHOUTING) Shut up.

Shut your asses up.

CROWD: (CHANTING) Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

You know, man, when they
finally do come for you,

I gotta turn my back.

And you're on your own.

CROWD: (CHANTING) Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

Skin the pig.

[THEME - HOLLY ROBINSON,
" JUMP STREET THEME"]

THEME SONG: We
never thought we'd

find a place where we belong.

Don't have to stand alone.

Never let you fall.

Don't need permission to
decide what you believe.

Woo.

I said jump down on Jump Street.

Said jump down on Jump Street.

Your friends will be there
when your back is to the wall.

You'll find you need us because
there's no one else to call.

When it looks hopeless, a
decision's what you need.

You better be ready
to-- be ready to jump.

Jump Street.

That's the phone
jack, Sherlock.

Do you think the
VCR'll take messages?

(SIGHING) Hey, Doug, visiting
hours are only until : .

Well, it's just that my
building just installed cable.

And I wanna tape the
Outlaws Vikings game.

Yeah.
The Vikes are hot.

Did you see the way they
blew out the Saints?

Don't tell me.

I haven't watched the game yet.

- That game was on last week.
- I know.

I know.

I just-- um, I'm a little
behind in my home viewing.

And thanks to you, I
won't be watching this.

Sorry.

Can we go?

Just a second.

Doug.

I promised somebody
that I would bring

this picture to, uh, Harry.

Here.
I'm on the ball.

Watch me.

Look.

I think we'd better be going.

You think, uh, we
ought to call Booker,

see if he wants to go?

[sighing]

Well, I think maybe Booker
should stay clear of us.

I mean, he's still
partnered with Farrell.

I want to ease him out of
metro before I bring him back

to the chapel in a day or so.

Yeah.

Well, I'd be surprised if
he even wanted to come back.

Hey.
I'll talk to him.

Don't bother.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): As
long as the teams come out

on the field for
the second half,

we thought it would
be an opportune moment

to have a few words with
the controversial owner

of the Outlaws, Raymond Crane.

Mr. Crane, thank you
so much for joining us.

You've been called [inaudible]

(SINGING) I don't know.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV):
Football team's

consecutive games sold out.

(SINGING) Ready to go.
[humming]

ANNOUNCER (ON TV):
[inaudible] rumors that

you might be thinking of moving
the franchise to another city--

maybe Baltimore, maybe Oakland.

RAYMOND CRANE (ON TV):
We don't wanna move.

But the people of
this town deserve

a better sports complex.

And of course the mayor
is the last to realize it.

Come on.

Get on with the game.

[chatter]

Man, you going
after that six ball?

Dude, you don't
know your geography.

Geometry.

[clanking]

No, man-- geography.

Geography's all about being
here and there, right?

So what you doing here?

[clanking]

See?

You don't even know.

You got to ask yourself
that question, Hanson.

And you gotta know the answer.

Can you answer that question?

Hell, yes.

Don't tell me.

You sh*t a man in Reno
just to watch him die.

Look.

You gotta deal with it.

You k*lled a cop.

No, I didn't.

Well, then, who did?

Some other guy.

That's the same guy
that did my crime--

and White's and Johnson's.

You know, we gotta catch
ourselves this some other guy.

He is some bad dude.

[grunting]

[shouting]

[grunting]

[shouting]

Take him out.

Take him out, man.

[shouting]

At least you kept your word.

It ain't over, pig.

[beeping]

Doctor says it
helps to talk to him.

It stimulates brain activity.

Hey, Harry.

It's Judy.

This is Fuller, Harry.

Missed you at the
Outlaws opening game.

Had the same seats we
had last year, remember?

About that VCR
you told me to--

I got a good deal, too.

I sure do miss you, Harry.

And Hanson, it's like he's--

I almost said like
he's dead, too.

[chatter]

Yo, what's up, homie?

[inaudible]

Where you been, man?

[inaudible]

[honking]

Hey.

Damn it, Frank.

You scared the hell out of me.

How many times
I gotta tell you?

First rule, sitting alone
in the car is like painting

a bull's-eye on your head.

Come on.

Out of the car.

Thanks.

A cop I know went down
in this area, a drive-by.

This place, man,
it's a nightmare--

and then some.

That's why I'm getting out.

I'm quitting, Dennis.

Just like that?

No.

Not just like that.

Even before Hanson k*lled my
partner, I was looking around.

I talked to the
Crane organization.

I must've aced the
interview because they

want me to be head of security.

Crane?

The guy that owns the Outlaws?

You gotta wear a tie?

Every day.

Office?

Crane Tower, th floor.

My sympathies, Frank.

Look.

Do you think wearing a leather
jacket bucks the system?

Crane wearing a
suit and tie runs

circles around it every day.

You ever listen to him?
- Yeah.

I've seen him on TV.

Yeah, you can learn a lot.

Crane told me something himself.

Always listen to your gut, no
matter what your mind says.

Your gut tells you
police work is all BS.

I know it.

So what are you gonna do?

Leave me alone in this jungle?

Something tells me this place
won't be a jungle for long.

Your gut?

Executive privilege.

Judy.

You reporting back?

I don't know.

I've been dodging
Fuller's calls.

Let me give you his message.

Get the hell out.

Doug.

Penhall, I need to talk.

I'm not listening to you.

I ain't talking to you--
- No, listen--

- --until Hanson gets out.
- I got a--

- That could be to years.
- Will you listen to me?

Stop it.
Stop it, you two.

I got a gut feeling
on Hanson's case.

So do I. And what
you did makes me sick.

What I did was right.

And I didn't lie on
the witness stand.

You son of a bitch.

(SHOUTING) Come on.
Come on.

Hey.

Hey.

Stop it.

Booker, I think
you better leave.

What's the deal here, huh?

I went on this case to
protect Hanson from Farrell.

You guys are acting
like I k*lled him.

No.

Hanson and Ioki ain't dead.

But as far as I'm
concerned, you are.

You see this g*n?

That night at Buddy's, if I'd
gotten out of that car five

minutes earlier,
this would have been

the g*n that k*lled
Hanson instead

of Buddy getting k*lled.

[beeping]

I was sitting in the
car waiting for Buddy.

Sitting alone in the
car is like painting

a bull's-eye on your head.

[dramatic music playing]

Old habit, never wait alone
in a parked car at night.

You're a sitting duck.

I was sitting in the
car waiting for Buddy.

I was sitting in the
car waiting for Buddy.

What about the b*ll*ts
that k*lled Buddy?

[g*nshots]

[g*nshots]

It was Farrell's g*n.

Hanson.

Someone's here for you.

[thudding]

Prisoner Hanson, the
state has granted wardens

the authority to
furlough prisoners

in special circumstances.

I am releasing you to
the custody of Officer

Booker for a period
of hours so

that you may attend a funeral.

Harry?

Yeah, he, uh--

he listed you as next of kin.

[sighing]

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): And
while the officials confer,

let's catch up on some
late baseball scores.

Oh, no, you're not.

[fast forwarding]

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): This just in.

The San Francisco Giants
topped the Dodgers by a score

of five to four in innings.

Dodgers trying to turn
things around, or anyway

get ready for next season.

Dork.

[knocking]

Who is it?

It's Booker.

I'm watching the game.

BOOKER: Penhall.

I'm not home.

Oh, what a catch.

HANSON: Doug, let us in.

Who's that with you?

BOOKER: Three guesses.

Maybe you'll talk to me now.

[sighing]

Doug, I'm sorry about Harry.

It's OK.

He'll snap out of it.

He doesn't know?

- I meant to tell you.
- Tell me what?

Not you.

Doug, Harry's dead.

No.

No.

What do you mean no?

He's still in the hospital.

Ah, you scared the
hell out of me, man.

[inaudible] Then
what am I doing here?

I needed to talk to Penhall.

So you told him Ioki was dead?

What am I-- his interpreter?

Better than that, I
proved it to the warden.

Well, what for?
What for?

What would you wanna do a
crazy thing like that for?

- To get him out of jail.
- What for?

What for?

So he'd listen to me.

[sighing]

Listen to him.

I'm gonna get a beer.

I do not believe that you let
him think that Ioki was dead--

Listen, listen.

--the whole car
ride over here.

You have no regard for
anybody but yourself.

Yeah, I do.
I did what I had to do.

You're just sitting on
your ass all day long--

[inaudible] two
years to his sentence.

--sorry for everybody and
not doing anything about it.

Is this a twist-off,
or do I need an opener?

If he has to do one
extra minute of time--

I made the move to
get him out [inaudible]

--because of
this stupid stunt.

- --so we can together.
- [inaudible]

He deserves a chance
to clear his own name.

Hanson didn't sh**t Buddy.

It was Frank Farrell.

The way Hanson was
running, he couldn't

have seen Farrell in the woods.

Well, the choreography fits,
if Farrell got out of the car.

He did.

That's not what he said
on the witness stand.

Farrell never waited
alone in a parked car.

It was more than an old habit.

It was something
basic to his nature.

So you got this gut
feeling because he

slipped up while testifying?

It wasn't a slip-up.

Farrell told a conscious
lie at Hanson's trial.

Hey.

I didn't mean anything
by that, all right?

OK, OK.

So let's say Booker's right.

Why would he k*ll his partner?

Bud Tower's running g*ns to
gangs, you found that out.

Farrell must
have been in on it.

So he kills Buddy to
get him out of the way.

Yeah, or shut him up.

Farrell's going
to work for Crane.

Maybe he wanted a clean
break, clean past.

So he makes him
a silent partner.

Wait, wait, wait.

Farrell's working for Crane?

Head of security.

He's selling g*ns with Buddy.

He kills his partner.

Quits his job, goes
to work for Crane.

Anything there?

grand a year.

Plus, he gets out of a w*r zone.

Yeah.

But he wanted that w*r.

He fueled both sides.

Why's he so eager
to get out now?

Farrell said something
like, it wouldn't

be a jungle there for long.

Crane.

I saw him on TV.

What the hell was it?

It was the Outlaw Viking game.

[rumbling]

Bigfoot.

No, man.

That's Stumper.

Try this one.

[music playing]

It's sort of a
thing [inaudible]

Save that.

Yep.

Hey, Rocky.

Watch me pull a
rabbit out of my hat.

Again?

Nothing up my sleeve.

Presto.

[growling]

Oh, don't know my own strength.

[clearing throat]

This is it.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): [inaudible]
your negotiating tactics.

RAYMOND CRANE (ON TV):
Well, we have been very

straightforward with the city.

But the Outlaws have
very high standards.

And so we're gonna push,
and we're gonna push,

and we're gonna push again until
the fans get what they deserve.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV):
And what specifically

is it that they deserve?

RAYMOND CRANE (ON
TV): Well, you know,

we certainly haven't
pinpointed an area yet.

But the Crane organization would
like to create a , -seat

facility that could,
you know, also

double as a downtown
convention center

for the business district.

You got that list?

The one I took from
Bud Tower's house?

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's in that, uh, desk thing.

It's in the bottom, on the left.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): Mr.
Crane, what exactly is

your problem with Mayor Davis?

RAYMOND CRANE (ON TV):
The mayor has no guts.

And, uh, I don't care
if it's my quarterback,

or it's a VP or a secretary,
I like someone who functions

from here, not just from here.

ANNOUNCER (ON TV): Well, Mr.
Crane, you certainly call them

the way you see them.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Raymond Crane,

for sharing some time with us.

These are
addresses in the area

where Farrell and his
partner were selling g*ns.

You could put a
stadium here that would

hold about , people.

[dramatic music playing]

You sure about this now?

I was standing next to him
when he turned in his g*n.

You know, it makes
sense for Farrell.

You in jail, no one would
ever suspect his g*n

to be the m*rder w*apon.

He turns it in.

It gets reissued to some rookie.

It just gets lost in the system.

About time we b*at the system.

Cage opens in more minutes.

We have to have
him back by : .

That gives us eight hours.

Man, I want nothing
more than for you

to be right about this thing.

But I just cannot believe
that any human being,

whether they had all the money
in the world or not one thin

dime, could
perpetuate a g*ng w*r,

let kids die, just so
that their organization

could put up a building.

I don't know, man.

I see life like a street.

You're walking down it.

And up ahead of you
is a store where

you're gonna buy something.

But between you
and that purchase

are all the rules coming
up to you like some beggar,

you know, hitting you
up for all your money.

You feel bad for dodging them.

But he stands between
you and what you want.

So you look away when he
passes, or you cross the street.

Wow.

Well, Socrates can rest easy.

What did the beggar
represent again?

- Help you?
- Uh, yeah.

Uh, my partner-- well,
actually, my ex-partner--

retired and turned his
g*n in a couple days ago.

I remember, yeah.

All right.

Well, the funny thing
is it was my g*n,

you know, kind of like a joke,
figuring I wouldn't notice.

What I'm saying here is if
I don't get my g*n back,

my ass, man, is grass.

Better take out
your lawnmower, pal.

Because I'm pretty sure
it's been reissued.

Can you look it up?

Computer's down while
we upgrade the system.

Meaning?

Meaning I can give
you this year's weapons

transactions on hard copy.

Let's do it.

Great.

[music playing]

Got it.

Frank Farrell.

Doesn't say where
the g*n went, though.

Great.

Now I got the serial number.

All I have to do is
match it up with one

of these numbers from the other
sheets and find out who has it.

Here-- one for you, one for you.

Oh, great.

Even the police force is so
buried in bureaucratic BS,

I can't even cross-reference
the information on these sheets.

Doug.

There's no-- what?

I'm on a bit of a schedule.

What's the, uh, serial number?

It's .

How am I supposed
to remember that?

.

.

-- uh, , , Wayne
Gretzky, , Michael Jordan,

Gretzky, Jordan.

What-- who's a famous ?

Johnny Bench.

Bench, .

Well, there's a
lot of famous s.

Why don't you
just write it down?

No, I got it--

Magic Johnson.

So Gretzky, Jordan,
Bench, Johnson.

Gretzky, Jordan, Bench, Johnson.

Gretzky, Jordan, Bench, Johnson.

Gretzky, Jordan, Bench, Johnson.

Gretzky, Jordan, Bench, Johnson.

Gretzky, Jordan, Bench, Johnson.

Gretzky, Jordan, Bench, Johnson.

Gretzky, Jordan, Bench, Johnson.

Here it is.

It was reissued to a Cadet
Mortelarro at the Academy.

The fastest way up
there's up the .

MAN (ON RADIO):
Baker , come in.

Baker , come in.

FULLER (ON RADIO): Can't
dodge this call, Booker.

This is Baker .

Hey, captain.

FULLER (ON RADIO): Report
to Jump Street immediately.

Uh, I can be
there around : .

FULLER (ON RADIO): I'm sure
you can be there in minutes.

And that's an order, officer.

Look, we'll cruise the
chapel, deal with Fuller,

and be out in five minutes.

[tapping]

You're supposed to
report back at Jump Street.

The next thing I hear, you're
downtown checking on g*ns.

You want to tell me
what that was all about?

No secrets, Booker.

You don't work alone
in this police force.

I'd like to.

Then what are you doing here?

Look, Dennis, you work
with young people.

So I don't suppose you
consider yourself young.

I can see that.

Because you've stopped
asking yourself

the one question that
young people want answered.

What's gonna happen to me?

Just because they're
young doesn't

mean it's a foolish question.

I like not knowing.

Well, your partners don't.

We work for each other.

You should try it sometime.

Are you gonna tell
me what's going on?

I better just work it out.

[music playing]

Penhall, Fuller
and I are gonna

go over to see Harry later.

You wanna come?

Sure.

You OK?

Yeah.

You seem a little short.

Nope.

Hey, guys.

Damn, it's Weingate.

He'll remember us.

I'll wait here.

Good idea.

Yeah.

Come on.

Don't rabbit on me, boy.

You'll spend the night in a box.

Come on.

Hey, Weingate.

It's been a long time.

How you doing?

Who the hell are you?

I have told you Cadet Mortelarro
and all the others in his class

have been dismissed for the day.

How about his home address?

I have told you it is
against department policy

to release cadets'
personal information.

This pertains to a
homicide investigation.

Then you will have to
fill out a department

form - A and have it signed
by your superior officer.

(SIGHING) You'd
think there'd be one

Mortelarro in the whole book.

Never mind.

I'm sure we can weasel an
address out of this place.

Well, this office
closes in about an hour.

Just jimmy a couple locks.

(SIGHING) Take me back.

It'd just be a couple
hours over the deadline.

I can BS a warden, no problem.

No.

It stops right here right now.

What?

This, man.

Look at us.

I feel so sorry for that
stupid kid up there.

He had no idea.

Doug, what happened to us?

I ran.

You lied.

I'm here considering
going over the wall.

Things happened.

We reacted.

It was how we reacted.

We were fighting.

We were trying to survive.

Well, what good
is survival if you

don't like what you've become?

OK.

What went wrong?

I don't know.

I can't answer that now.

Well, how's going back gonna
help you find the answer?

I can't even begin to start
looking until I draw the line--

right here, right now.

[sighing]

[music playing]

We missed you last night.

Weird.

It's so quiet.

Why don't they
just come and do it?

Anticipation is half the fun.

Kills the time.

PRISONER: Hanson.

Yo, Fitz.

Step up to your door, man.

I got something for you,
a welcome back present.

[laughter]

I hear you two quimbys
are asking about me.

You're Cadet Mortelarro?

Who wants to know?

Officer Penhall,
Officer Booker.

We need to take your
service revolver.

Sure.

When you pry it from
my cold, dead fingers.

We need to check the
serial number of your g*n

because it's a
possible m*rder w*apon.

Imagine how it'll look.

Cadet Mortelarro finds a
m*rder w*apon before he's

even out of the Academy.

Call it.

Gretzky, Jordan,
Bench, Johnson.

.

Let's get the collar.

Your landlord sold this house.

You either vacate the premises,
or we will remove you.

Do you understand?

[shattering]

Gosh, I'm sorry.

Doing a little
security work, Frank?

Dennis.

I didn't know
you'd have company.

She was just about to leave.

So what's up?

Well, after our talk,
I got this gut feeling.

Yeah?

Good for you.

Well, this gut feeling, um,
led me into a sticky situation.

You need my help?

Yeah.

Well, I'm glad you took
Mr. Crane's advice, Booker.

So what can I do?

Don't give me a hassle.

What?

You're under arrest, Frank,
for the m*rder of Bud Tower.

Hanson k*lled Tower.

Don't start, Frank.

We have the g*n.

Ballistics matches.

You're busted.

[sighing]
- Look, Dennis.

I'm sure we can work out
a deal or something here.

Oh, man.

Do yourself a favor.

Stop right here and right now.

[grunting]

[yelling]

[grunting]

[music playing]

[g*nsh*t]

Why'd you k*ll him, Frank?

Was Tower gonna be
your partner at Crane?

Or did he even know
about the deal?

[sighing]

You orchestrated the
whole Hanson framing.

You're the one who put him away.

All right, gentlemen.

Let's cut to the quick.

I'm advising Mr. Farrell that
it is in his best interest

to exercise his right
under the Fifth Amendment.

His best interests or Crane's?

We're finished
answering your questions.

Raymond Crane.

Sir?

Top banana, the Grand Poobah,
I want to see him right now.

He's got some very serious
questions to answer.

I don't care if his name is
on the side of a building.

Officer Penhall?

How'd you know my name?

May I help you?

I want to talk to
Crane about an employee

of his, Frank Farrell.

We've never had an
employee by that name.

How can you be so sure?

You must have-- I
don't know-- what?

, people working for him?

Our vice president
of personnel

will be glad to show
you the records.

Do these records show
how many g*ns you've sold?

Or are you gonna say that
Tower and Farrell acted alone?

We're not familiar with
their alleged crimes.

How can you lie like that?

However, it is our
policy to believe men are

innocent until proven guilty.

Isn't it yours?

Yeah.

Well, I've heard
about your policies.

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.

After careful study
of the facts of the case

and the compelling
evidence presented

against former
detective Farrell,

I hereby grant petition
to release Thomas

Hanson from state prison.

[gavel banging]

(SHOUTING) Yes.

Falsifying documents,
obtaining the release

of a prisoner under
false pretenses,

unauthorized access
to police records,

and procurement of
an officer's w*apon

without requisite form - A.

Though this police force
acknowledges the initiative

of Officer Booker,
his disregard for set

procedure and department
rules must be reprimanded.

I guess that
means a little more

than a slap on the wrist, huh?

It is the decision
of this board

to reassign Officer
Booker from Jump Street

to the police research library,
where he will report in uniform

to Sergeant Langley, basement
level, county courthouse, :

AM Monday.

What does that mean?

It means you're the
microfilm clerk in the basement

of headquarters.

You should be careful
what you wish for, Dennis.

Looks like you will
be working alone.

I love this place, you know.

But the library, that
ain't being a cop.

I won't do it.

I don't blame you.

Adam, uh, you must
have seen a mountain

of this stuff in your career.

A mountain range.

How do you go on?

I'm not like you, Dennis.

Basically, I believe in rules.

I need a little structure.

You, on the other hand, think
that rules is a dirty word.

It's not the rules
that are dirty.

It's people who abuse
them for their own need.

(SIGHING) So you asked
me how I can go on.

Well, for every Farrell and
Crane, there's a Booker.

And there's a Hanson.

There's a Penhall, too.

Uh, you know this whole
mess was my doing.

I worked totally alone.

[sighing]

What is gonna
happen to you, Dennis?

About time I started
asking myself that question.

[music playing]

[sighing]

[chatter]

They never got me.

Yeah.

Remember that after
your first nightmare.

Fish going back to the lake.

Where you going, man?

Don't you like us?

Sooey. (SNORTING) Sooey.

I'm out in three months, man.

I'm gonna look you up.

Y'all come back now, you hear?

Can I drive?

It's your car.

I just had it washed.

You owe me bucks.

I'm a little short on cash.

You can owe me.

[music playing]

[engine revving]

[tires skidding]

You sure this
is what you want?

Oh, Penhall, have you got that
Yankees Orioles game on tape?

Yankees, Orioles, Jets, Bills,
preseason Canucks, whatever.

All right.

I'll be over.

Hey.

Isn't that that one when the
Yankees won in a squeeze play?

We're gonna watch it anyway.

Hanson, you gonna
get in on this?

[music playing]

ANNOUNCER (ON TV):
And today, plans

were finalized between the
city and the Crane organization

to build a major sports
complex to house the Outlaws.

The , -seat multipurpose
stadium will come complete

with luxury boxes
and will be located

in an area south of downtown.

The $ million
complex will not

cost the taxpayers a
single dime, according

to developer Raymond Crane.

Now turning to golf [inaudible]

[beeping]

[music playing]

[music playing]