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OP -1 for item 30. I'm in position.

What's your location?

Roger, 30. We just pulled into an alley east of 6.

Do you have an ops on our man?

Not yet.

Wait a minute.

Here he comes, doing his thing.

Roger, OP -1. How does he look?

Classical. If the B -cop comes by, we're going to have to rescue him from the

drone tank.

I put out a code 5 on him, so he should be safe for now.

But the jack -roller we're after is one bad actor with an awful wicked knife.

And he makes his hits hard and fast, so stay away.

OP -1, our man's settled in.

LP -1, heads up 30. We've got a possible.

Male Caucasian, 3 or 4.

230 plus.

He's wearing a light blue shirt over tan khakis.

Making a move on our man.

Sounds like a jack -o' -lantern.

Wow, this guy is big.

Really big.

Going down.

Police!

Oh, you think you're bad?

Right.

Not today, man.

You ain't gonna shoot.

4Z16, officer in purpose 2.

16, officer down, requesting an ambulance.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You should have seen it. My half a gainer was a definite 10.

Took a really bad header.

I should have my tail kicked for not taking that turkey down.

With King Kong there, you need Lyle Alzado as a backup.

Yeah, well, thanks anyway for taking up the slack hooker.

Hardhead. Consummate copies always got to be numero uno.

You know, I'll tell you, I got a numero uno headache here.

You're going into the hospital.

I'm fine. No argument. You're going in for a checkup.

That's an order, Arshad.

Put your head down. Come on.

Fucker, you home?

Detective O 'Brien in alley behind 219 East 5th.

187 on a female transit.

Possible strangler killing.

4 Adam 30, roger.

Drug roll detail.

Number four?

Yeah, street name's Audrey.

I'm the rag picker. Same M .O. lieutenant?

That's crazy.

Who found the body?

Says she won't talk to anyone else but you, Hooker.

Give me what you can, huh?

I'm resourceful, not inventive, and I don't have clue one on these strangles.

Millie.

Hooker.

You don't think Audrey's mine, do you?

If I made use of her bottles, I mean. No, I think she'd want you to have them.

Was Audrey a good friend, ma 'am?

She was someone to talk to.

Maybe that's as good as anyone can expect down here on the road.

Millie, if you can think of anything that might help us, we want to nail the

person who did this.

This neighborhood has never been meaner, Hooker.

Life down here gets tougher. And these stranglings.

You said...

If you could ever help me.

I think I still have a sister in Jersey.

The address is in there.

Promise me, Hooker.

If anything happens, just promise me, Hooker.

Please.

Please.

For as long as I've been a homicide geek, I gotta confess, I've never gotten

used to autopsy. Here's the ligatures.

Parachute suspension cord. The same kind of cord the strangler used on the other

three victims.

Surgeons and locking knots.

The coroner says it uses a surgical suture knot.

Maybe the strangler has a prior medical background.

I've seen those knots applied to uses other than medical.

Only I can't put a handle to it.

Could you put a handle on this guy for me?

His name is Clovis Glover.

Street name Joker. Did five of eight for manslaughter and the strangulation

death of his ex -wife.

Some Joker.

Well, he's the only strangler suspect I have right now.

The computer kicked him out on an M .O. run through NCIC.

The Vegas PD wants him for questioning in connection with several

of their own.

And I want to talk to the man about ours. What makes you think the man is in

town? Well, an informant of mine dropped a dime and said the man almost never

misses a matinee at the Bijou. You mean the main event?

Yeah. You know, it's a shame what they did to that old theater.

Matinees at 2 o 'clock. Just enough time to go fight City Hall.

See you.

James. Jim.

Hey, Stace. How goes it? How about you? Are you feeling okay?

Ain't nothing to it. Back in business.

Doctors at Central Stephen gave me a clean bill and a full return to duty

Are you sure?

It was just a scalp wound.

You know me. My head's too hard to crack.

In more ways than one.

You're positive you're okay?

I'm great.

I had to go, didn't I?

How about you fight?

Yeah, right.

It's human.

By the fence?

Morning. No speaking English.

And when you answer, let's do it in English.

Because I'm not going to buy the no speaking English bit, okay?

Okay.

So what do you want, man?

I wasn't doing nothing.

Coño, mira, man, I'm in no mood for no stinking arousal.

This here is a jailhouse tattoo.

The number says you're a refugee from the Cuban prison gang.

That your criminal specialty is strong -arm robbery.

Probably a little old lady.

What do you say to that hombre, huh?

He's crazy.

He's crazy, man.

He tried to kill me.

And I will sue you.

Are you okay?

Get the hell out of here, now!

Sergeant Hooker, I'm sorry, but I'm running late to the city council

You'll have to excuse me. Mr. Ard, I'm not a closet social worker. I'm a cop.

I've seen with my own eyes what happens to people like Millie. I understand what

you're saying, but you must understand there are more important things on our

agenda than finding a home for one little old lady. I'm trying to keep this

little old lady from slipping through the cracks.

Look, if it's just a matter of finding her a place to live, why not try the

mission, the detox centers?

She's a wino, isn't she? No, just one of the lost.

Mr. Ard.

The missions and detoxification centers aren't really set up to take in women,

and then only on a temporary basis.

Just exactly what is it you expect me to do?

You head up the Community Redevelopment Committee, right?

Yes, so?

So, the city has projects geared for winos, but no aid programs for the other

indigents, the helpless, the homeless.

Gentlemen, I'm not Wonder Woman.

Look, tackling city council... isn't easy and this issue doesn't have any

political glamour but we're here because we care and we thought we'd find

someone who'd make a difference i hope it wasn't a waste of truth

Glad you guys could make it.

Think you could give us some backup?

As always.

What you got?

Possible 187 suspect.

I'm talking to him about the stranglings downtown.

His rap sheet says he carries a .45, but I'd like to take him down nice and

quiet.

Let's do this nice and easy.

So you like to watch mine, right?

Yeah, it turns me on. Very artistic, you know. Would you call cats fighting over

litter box rights an expression of art, too?

Why not?

So, what made you take up this kind of work anyway?

I like body contact.

First of all, the federal housing is a... And then was the restaurant,

Then was the health department.

This latest excuse isn't going to fly.

Tell her Sergeant Hooker called, and that I have found a parking ticket that

gone to war.

The name is Sybil Gerard.

Uh -huh.

That's right.

And I'd appreciate a call back.

Thank you, Rick.

Breath now, huh?

If she doesn't do something for Millie...

I'm going to make a promise.

How's it going with Clover?

I told you I'd have choked my old lady dead, all right?

But I had nothing to do with them vapors straining.

And I'm not about to take a fall because of your caseload, neither.

Like I told you, I don't know nothing about them downtown strangling.

Cynosol?

Lousy singer.

You'd look better if you swallowed a coat. What's wrong?

Does ball here at the next con with a gun.

He kidnaps a hostage, GTAs a ride, comes close to killing you.

Why should I care if he ends up taking some extra lumps?

For the same reason I do.

Excessive force is just that.

I have no argument with reasonable force.

It's not just that. It's something else.

Something's bugging you and Stacy.

Come on, you got an itch to scratch it.

Okay, come on.

Stacy told me she and Jim shook down a Cuban con this morning. A prison gang

member.

Turned out to be a full -blown hassle.

Jim came down hard on the guy, just like he jumped on Glover.

She said he just sort of went a little crazy.

She's his partner.

Maybe he's got a personal problem.

He told Stacy nothing's wrong.

Figured we ought to talk about it now rather than talk to internal affairs

later.

I need an approval on my record.

Am I going to be riding the beef?

No, Glover's not going to press the issue.

What about you?

No complaints from personnel.

I tell you, I don't know what happened.

I mean, I just, I kind of went blank.

Next thing I know, you're on top of me hollering.

I swear, I don't know what happened.

Yeah, well, it's been a long day for all of us. You just correct the mistakes in

your report so I can sign it, and we'll all get out of here.

What mistakes?

Altercation, hostage.

Other spelling errors. You also omitted some words and some incomplete

sentences. I don't hand in bad reports.

O 'Brien's sure that Glover's not the strangler. Glover is Stonewall. You may

even have an alibi in Vegas on two of the slayings.

Detectives are going to go back to the computers?

And we're going back to the streets.

We'll double the number of black and whites in the area where the crimes have

occurred. And put more officers in the streets on foot.

Maybe that'll do it.

You don't sound too enthused.

Well, this strangler is a different kind of animal.

And I'm certain that the difference is on the inside, not the outside.

Most of the time, it's all street cops got to go by the outside.

And we don't do too bad.

Jim, I told Jim that there wouldn't be a beef to ride on this clover thing.

But I just can't leave it at that.

I saw him writing out that report.

He could have won.

See, I'm fighting to hold on to his thoughts. What's going on? I don't know.

I'm going to have to find some time, maybe away from the job, to talk to him

about it. My suggestion is you do it sooner rather than later.

Yeah.

You see, usually a killer, such as the strangler, comes from a broken family,

and as a child has suffered physical, emotional, and sometimes sexual abuse.

Now, as to the aspects of first garroting and then binding the victim's

behind their back, I would have to conclude that it's in some way connected

his own abuse.

Did you get a hold of him?

He didn't answer his call, so I talked to his landlady, and at first she tried

to cover for him. She said he had left early this morning.

Then she said there was some kind of trouble. What kind of trouble? She

say. But the desk said a unit was dispatched last night to Corbin's place

see -the -woman -for -15 call.

The officers logged it, but no complaint was filed and no report taken.

What's going on? That isn't like Jim.

The person who is responsible for these killings is mentally ill, beyond any

accepted definition of sanity.

That's about it.

Lieutenant?

Thanks, Doc, for the psychological profile, but I gotta add...

The suspect we have in custody, Glover, is weak at best.

So be heads up.

I think we still have it crazy out there.

Has this officer suffered any injuries lately, particularly to the head?

As a matter of fact, he did take a bad fall.

I could explain it.

Sudden and violent explosions of anger, clumsiness, minor problems with spelling

and writing.

The officer we're talking about is one of the best.

Well, it's only an educated guess, but the symptoms could indicate episodic

discontrol syndrome.

What? Well, it's kind of a rage. An explosive rage.

And it's controversial.

Experts in the field of psychiatry and neurology disagree that it even exists.

Well, getting two or more doctors to agree on anything new makes an official

of the AMA.

Kind of like getting the cops to agree with the state supreme court. Let's talk

real possibilities here.

Well, if it is EDS, I'm afraid there's no cure.

Only drug treatment.

But the symptoms that you've described could also indicate a malignant tumor,

it could be AVM, arteriovenous malformation.

Look, these are $100 words you're slinging around. Give me something I can

on. Well, the only good word about either condition is that some cases are

only treatable, but curable.

Well, that's something, at least.

Whoever this officer is, Sergeant, he or she needs help as quickly as possible.

Before they hurt themselves or someone else. Or worse, before someone dies.

Thank you, Doctor.

You two team up.

I'm going to take a run by Jim.

Arden.

It's me.

Jim, it's me, Hooker.

Hooker.

My God.

What the hell happened?

You need help, man.

What's going on?

You've had an injury that may or may not be causing these sudden fits

of anger.

What are you talking about?

I talked to Dr. Kincaid.

We talked about episodic discontrol syndrome and some other...

Big word, brain disorder.

It's not a what?

It's usually caused by an injury to the head, like a bad fall.

Listen to yourself.

I'm one of the best hand cops in this department.

You tell me I've gone bonkers, Looney Tunes?

Look around you, man.

You need help.

Help? To end my career?

Don't you see, Hooker, you're talking about my life here.

I'm a cop.

If I can't control, if I don't maintain, that's it, I'm finished.

If I'm not Joe the boss of my mind and body, I'm nothing.

I don't have a problem.

So you do.

Let me help you.

It's all I want to do. No!

Help me.

I'm scared to death.

Please.

Help me.

Sorry, sorry.

You won't do that again, will you?

I promise. Please don't tie my hands again.

That's hand -tied.

Please, no.

I won't do it again.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

Please, you're choking me.

I ought to let you die.

Wait, good for nothing.

That watch Footbeat was out on patrol, came back to their parked car. There she

was, sitting in the front seat, shaking her head. Said she wouldn't talk to

anybody but you.

She's been here all night?

Kind of got lost during change of watches.

The day desk crew just found her in the holding tank.

Somebody's going to get talked to. Millie, you have a case with her? He

kill me.

A strangler?

I couldn't see his face.

But I saw his boots.

I saw them.

My boy, Kevin.

He wore those same boots in the arm.

Stace.

He's in bad shape. How do you feel about babysitting at your place?

What am I supposed to tell my boyfriend, Hooker? I mean, we have advanced past

the hand -holding stage.

Know what I mean? Well, tell him that she's your grandmother.

Come to town for a few days.

How many days?

Until Miss Gerard comes up with something.

Okay.

How's Jim?

I called him some favors.

He's at the University Medical Center.

I ought to let you die.

You're good for nothing.

I ought to let you die.

You ain't good for nothing.

I ought to let you die.

Now, you're all gonna die.

Meet 4W10 at the 6th Street Railroad Yard on a DB call.

Code 2.

Roger, Control.

Same M .O., same parachute cord.

Same old, same old, except now the body count's fine.

At least we have a witness that can ID a righteous suspect.

Live in Seoul.

It's a good clue.

Now all we have to do is find the guy with the boots. How many people do we

walking around blousing their boots like a paratrooper honor guard? Well, I can

name a couple of Army Airborne Divisions for starters, but I think our man is ex

-military or would like to have been.

You know the type. Yeah, a fantasizer. One who sees himself as something he

never was nor ever could be. And attaches himself symbolically.

Follow the blouse boots bit.

Anyway, it's a theory.

How many Army, Navy surplus type doors are there in this area?

Post exchange near the bus depot, Sherman surplus over on Santee.

Post exchange.

Let's start there.

It's closest.

We get all kinds in here.

Skinhead, straight out of boot.

Walk in here, flick sleeve.

Go out of here looking like old blood and guts itself.

Figuring they'll impress somebody, you know. Figure our man is ex -owner.

Yeah, well, the vets.

They come in looking for something they've lost.

Most of the time, they're just praying they can forget about it all. But they

can't.

Then there's the 4Fers.

4Fers? Yeah, you know, the guys who want to be John Wayne or Audie Murphy but

never could or would.

Like we said, this guy wears his boots bloused.

Yeah, well, that's common. You know, paratroopers. But it's not common for a

civilian to tuck his pant legs into boots with ladder laces.

Yeah.

That's why I remember the guy.

What guy?

We got it at the Blouse booth.

Rigger. The who?

Rigger. That's a street name on account he used to pack parachutes in the Army.

That's it.

I was an R &R out of NAMM in Hawaii, bumming and slumming with a parachute

rigger friend of mine from the Special Forces Group. He used to tie everything

with serges and locking.

His boot laces, his kit bag, everything. Habit, he said. Habit. Because he used

them not so much in packing parachutes, it had become a habit.

Where can I find this Rigger?

He's around.

He stops in now and then, you know, tells war stories.

Strange kind of duck.

You know, if you ask me, I'd say his parachute failed to open and he bounced.

Arterial venous malformation. Isn't that one hell of a mouthful for subcranial

hemorrhage?

You know what that means?

From what you've said, it means you have a chance.

Yeah, sure.

I can pop pills the rest of my life.

Take a disability pension.

Or I could let them open up my head and try and cut out the problem, in which

case they can make a zombie out of me.

The Corrigan I knew never gave up without a fight.

Hey, I'm no quitter.

I'm true.

Give yourself a chance to live.

Hooker, it's Millie. She's gone.

What happened?

I came back from shopping and she was gone.

She's probably headed back to the road.

Romano, call communication.

Get an ATV out on Millie. Stacy, pick up a car from detectives. I'll need you in

the field. Okay.

And keep Hotshot here out of trouble.

for an APB on a missing 187 crime witness.

Individual is one Mildred Jensen, described as a female Caucasian, 62

'3", 105, wearing a gray sweater, blue dress, black hat.

If seen, stop and detain for four out of 30.

I think we had her.

I hope to die.

I hope to die.

I heard you.

Suspect is described as male Caucasian, 5 '10", 180, wearing a green fatigue

jacket and blouse combat.

Last seen running southbound from Lincoln Flight.

We can intercept Alpha 6.

Pursuit of a 187th suspect now driving a blue Dodge truck. Adam Ocean Boy, 619,

headed eastbound on 6.

187th suspect headed eastbound in Riverbend.

We've got no place left to run. But then it is right here. Now! It doesn't have

to.

We need help. Help?

See, I had to kill him.

Come here. Well, you don't care.

Nobody does.

I had to kill her.

My mother died before him.

That's why they had to die.

That's why they all had to die.

By the end of the week, this warehouse will have been converted into a 150 -bed

facility for the homeless indigence who...

heretofore have been hopelessly lost amid the shards of the alien skid row

existence. Consummate politician.

This project, which I may add, I have conceived with great pains.

Speaking of great pains, how you doing, Jim? You and me, the consummate fighter.

The doctors put us into shock. They said when they opened your head, they

actually did find some brain.

Hold on, you guys. Here comes Millie.

Mildred Jensen.

A forlorn soul benevolently chosen by me as one in need of adequate shelter.

Mildred here.

Hello, where's Mildred?

I don't fear, do you?

Has anybody seen Mildred?

Has anybody seen Millie?

I do.

Is it okay for me to be here?

Of course it is. It's visiting hours for family and friends.