All language subtitles for t.j_hooker_s01e04_hookers_war

You know what that poison is doing to
your system?

It's going to kill you.

Romano, Grandpa Hooker downed a gallon
of coffee a day and made it a 94.

Try this.

All I'm asking is try it.

Delicious. Just a little raw eggs,
Romanian yogurt, crushed papaya, less

mango juice.

Secret of my success.

My virility.

Romano, when Grandpa did go at 94.

Twelve women wept at his grave, not
including Grandma.

Will you look what's coming down the
boulevard?

Can you picture the inside?

Fur on the walls?

Satin fatigue, quad sounds.

Those little... I can't believe it.

Flat through the light.

Still a good seven minutes left on this
break. It ain't fair.

Where is it written that life is fair?

Put down your virility juice.

Let's do our civic duty and Romano.

Go easy around a turn.

I don't want to spill one drop of this
nice, sweet, delicious coffee.

Here, I'll get it. No, let me have it.

I want to see the inside.

Love you.

All right. Well, be careful.

Let's get them, sir.

We are in pursuit northbound Sycamore
from 3rd Street following an orange van.

We are under fire.

I could have ruined my whole day.

We lost him.

Maybe the backup units can run him down.

Driver's going to need an ambulance.

Look, Gert, take a look at this.

Enough firepower to start a war.

If this stuff hits the street, there'll
be a body count that won't stop.

Hey, guys.

Pete Benedict.

Oh, yeah.

Robbery and Homicide Division.

Who are the officers on this?

Officer Romano and Sergeant Hooker,
Lieutenant.

Hooker? That's right.

Thomas J. Hooker? I bet he's right over
there, sir.

Here. Look at that.

It's coming on. Hey, hot shot.

Yeah, you, Hooker, you plug ugly.

I'm a son of a gun. Pete Benedict!

The original Dirty Harry.

I heard that they got you back in the
cavalry.

You never wore a shirt on the guts.

No, it's my brain power I'm worried
about. This is my part for Vince Romano,

Lieutenant Pete Benedict.

Lieutenant.

Romano. Pete and I notched five years
together in the 13th. Your partner here

was the best detective I ever worked
with.

You on this one, Pete?

Special assignment.

Illegal irons.

The computer readout says that the
street trade has gone sky high.

No street cop needs a computer to tell
him that.

Even 10 -year -olds are packing pieces.

Well, it looks like you guys have really
stumbled onto a major wholesale

delivery. Enough merchandise to arm
every punk in all 12 precincts this side

town.

Uh, hold it.

You ever see this guy before?

I don't think so. It's not a face you'd
forget easy.

Get a load of those tattoos.

The guy's a walking gallery.

You recognize the tattoo?

I've seen it somewhere, but I don't
remember where.

Dead light.

The streets are empty.

Ah, them thugs should have been drove
like there was a busload of kiddies on

their way to Sunday school.

That hardware was worth 200 G's on the
street, man. And y 'all ain't worth

diddly spit.

I got customers waiting all over town.

Man is going to be boiling mad.

If you don't mind my asking you a
secret, Lieutenant, I'd give a week's

to be able to hold a tan like you got.
This is real. This is a genuine article.

You've been fishing without me, Pete.
You better believe I've been paying on

this condo down in Baja.

I got a year to go before I retire.

I go down there every weekend.

Gee, that sounds great.

Why don't you find some time off, give
me a call, we'll go down together.

You got a customer.

some collection yeah some of these were
smuggled interstate illegally imported

traded for drugs most of these were just
stolen citizens all from

sporting goods stores pawn shops why go
to all the trouble just about anybody

can walk into a store and legally buy
themselves a firearm well first of all

have to be 18 and if the store owner is
doing his job properly you have to wait

while you're checked out this is a
mistake

The federal law says you cannot own a
gun legally if you have a record. Or

you're a convicted felon.

Or you're currently under investigation.

And that leaves a lot of kooks itching
to get their hands on weapons they have

no legal right to possess.

Any serial numbers yet?

No, sir, they're all the same. Numbers
are filed off.

Wipes out its history, makes it almost
impossible to trace.

But can't you bring the numbers back
with acid, actually?

Depends how much metal was taken out.

Where do you think I'm going to get the
budget from or the manpower to even try

acid etching for this arsenal?

Excuse me, kid, I want to talk to your
partner for a minute alone.

Hooker, if you get any kind of light
bulb as to where this arsenal came from

where it was going, that would help.

See, this is my last gig on the
department.

It's my swan song. I'd like to do it
right.

You got it.

I wish I could remember where I saw that
tattoo before.

Let's put that in a computer, see what
it spits out.

I'm free and clear all day Saturday and
all night. What about you, Romano?

Saturday?

Depends on me.

Excuse me.

Does duty call, Sarge? It does.

Officer Romano, it truly does.

I'm a bit confused. I was under the
distinct impression that you and that

brunette who works the night shift for
Captain Sheridan... Lisa.

Lisa. I thought you and she were hot
nabbies.

Lisa's fantastic. I love her.

She's hot, peppery, and mesquite.

But Vicki's wonderful.

I love her, too.

Sweet, cool, soothing.

You know, if I had to pick, I'd be
brokenhearted.

Fortunately... Things being the way they
are.

Which way are things?

Vicky works days, Lisa the graveyard
shift. Best of all possible worlds.

And I'm never lonely.

From the vantage point of my advancing
years, let me give you a tip.

A man could buy himself a pack of
trouble traveling the roads you're on.

way. Not me.

I'm concentrating hard just on these
two.

You know...

Before I got into the new training
program and got confined to the academy

barracks, I used to keep a half a dozen
going at a time.

Yeah.

Now that was trouble.

All units in the vicinity and four out
of 30. A 211 in progress at 5th and

Four out of 30, handle. Code 3.

Four out of 30, roger.

He had a gun.

I was so scared.

Which direction did he go? He ran east
toward Mission Street.

What did he look like?

Shot.

Jack, fit the description.

Go after him.

I'll cut him off.

This fellow wanted to kill me to pull
the trigger already.

That right, son?

You're not in real trouble yet.

Not if you drop the gun.

Try shooting it out, and you'll be dead.

And being dead is as much trouble as
there is.

That's all right.

It's okay.

A man can cry if he wants to.

You see that in a war every day.

Just put the gun down, son.

Just open your hand and let it drop.

Let it drop.

Joker, I can't believe you. This gun had
a full load.

Another one.

Number's filed away.

I don't want this kid.

I want the lowlife who put the piece in
his hands.

Where'd you get the weapon, son?

Street. From who?

A dude.

What dude?

What was his name?

Don't know any name.

Guy comes around the block, asks me if I
want to buy a piece.

Would you know him if you saw him again?
If you saw a picture of him?

Don't know.

Maybe.

Let's take a ride downtown.

Benedict. Pete, Hooker.

There's a young kid in a holding cell
you want to talk to.

The story's on my report.

And another piece with a filed number.

Good, I'll be right over there.

Anything on the driver of the van?

Nobody's going to hear anything from
him.

He died in a crash of internal injuries.

Great. Well, you know, Hooker, nobody
said this was going to be easy.

No idea, Adam.

We're running this Prince, but nothing
so far.

What about the tattoo?

Nothing in the computer.

But if you come up with something, let
me know.

Right.

Hey, how's the... food over there. I
could eat a bear for lunch. Lunch can

Romano. You see that little guy over
there with the horse blanket jacket?

How could I miss him? That's some
outfit.

Name is Banty, an industrious soul.

Writes numbers for the sporting minded
of the neighborhood.

Banty! Hold it!

This ain't right, Hooker.

You know, squad car cops don't roast out
guys like me. You know, it was a

different story when you were a go
badge.

What have we got here? A snitch who's a
social snob? I ain't a snitch. Well,

excuse me.

Check his pockets, Officer Romano.

I mean, sure, yeah, I did you a favor a
couple of times, but that don't make me

no snitch.

What we got here is lots of cash and
lots of slips of paper with numbers on

them. Hey, hey, hey, come on, please.
That's illegal search and seizure.

You're absolutely right. And I'll tell
you what, I'll let bygones be bygones.

We'll tear up those slips of paper and
save us all a trip down to the station.

want a favor.

What kind of a favor?

I want you to buy me a gun.

What? You're a cop.

You can get a hold of any kind of iron
you want.

I want a street piece.

One that has no history, can't be
traced.

This is hooker, you can't get near.

Hooker the uncorruptible. Hooker the
blue knight. You've got a scam going

the line.

Here's 50.

Before I change my mind and book you for
practice, I want you to buy me a gun,

okay?

So long, George.

Officer Romano.

Can I see you a minute?

Well, what do you think?

Helping Lisa redecorate her apartment.

I thought the hand on the hip was macho.

Funny guy.

Must be convenient having your own
decorator on the premises.

I don't know about Romano, but I think
that these are unusual.

You think so?

Right.

Exactly what I was going to say.

I'll have to think it over, Lisa.

I'll give you an answer later.

Well, uh, about Saturday.

We could see how they look on the spot.

Saturday? I can't wait.

Saturday.

Sunday. Sunday would be better, if you
don't mind.

Got it.

See you later.

Bye, Sergeant.

Bye, Lisa.

Bye. Bye.

If that's the dark lady of the night
shift, you do indeed have your hands

Yeah, she is fine, isn't she?

Whatever it is I got, if we could bottle
it, we'd make a fortune.

What you got, Junior, is a whole mess of
trouble coming up.

I'm looking for Pete Benedict.

His office said he was here.

Oh, hello, Hooker.

Yeah, he took some Saturday night
specials up to the lab. He should be on

way back down by now. Okay.

Standing room only in a weapons room.

How many weapons a year check through
here? This year we're pushing 10 ,000.

Growth industry.

Anything that comes along with a bust or
is confiscated or isn't being held for

evidence, we stash back there. When it
gets too crowded, we ship them out to a

foundry that melts them down for scrap.

Hey, Hooker.

Slumming? Not a day.

Didn't hear anything from you on the
weapons also.

I thought about buying to see what's
shaking. You didn't hear anything

there was nothing to tell.

I picked out three dozen of these at
random, tried acid acid, came up with

That was the ground down too good.

about the kid we busted.

Showed him pictures, drove him around
the neighborhood, came up with zilch.

Maybe he's lying. Maybe he's afraid of a
snitch, Jack. Maybe. Maybe not.

Finally took him to juvenile.

What's with you, Hooker? You miss
detective work?

You forget the dirt, the drudgery, the
boredom?

Maybe I just don't like to see innocent
people blown away because any punk with

an itch can buy an under -the -table
piece anytime he wants.

I hear you.

But you just bring in whatever you got,
like you did with the kid, and I'll

follow through.

Just like when we were partners, huh?

I got something going.

Oh, yeah?

I'm listening.

No, no.

When I'm ready, I'll let you know when I
haul in.

No problem.

Just promise you won't leave me out on
any fun.

Delivery's late.

Banty's looking nervous.

Him and me both.

Wait a minute.

Here comes the sweet -looking guy.

My, my, my.

A veritable picture gallery of the fine
art of tattoo.

Remarkable coincidence, isn't it?

Remarkable.

A match -up.

Tattoo of the suspect, tattoo of the
vandal. Exactly.

What is it, some kind of devil?

No, I haven't seen one of these in
years. That's why I couldn't remember it

right away.

It's a mythological figure.

It's a symbol of the demons.

The who?

Big bad motorcycle club.

Broke up years ago.

Must have been before my time, Hooker.
Thanks, kid. I needed that.

These demons, still a few around?

Well, there's an ex -demon. Lives near
me.

Corner of Eldridge and 11th.

Runs a Mr. Fix -It shop.

You could say he's been domesticated.

What are we waiting for?

Let's go.

Look, I ain't hung out with anyone from
the demons for years. I'm on a straight

and narrow now ever since I got married.

You guys got to park your car right in
front of the house. You worried about

your civic image?

Hey, I'm in business here, and...
Mahler!

What's going on out there?

What'd you do to bring the cops around?

Too late. See what you did?

It's all right, honey, but... You've
been doing anything, I'm going to kill

Is that all you can tell us, Mahler?

They're running a customizing shop
called IT &M someplace downtown.

They chop hogs.

Make over vans and pick up stuff like
that.

Now, will you guys get out of here? You
fuzz, leave him alone.

Whatever he's done, I'll straighten him
out. Oh, thanks, ma 'am. We were just

asking to wreck them.

4 Adam 30, 4 Adam 30. Possible 187 at
South Pine and Riverfront. 4 Adam 30,

3.

4 Adam 30, roger.

I know that jacket.

It's not likely there'd be two of them
around.

Poor Banty.

The guy was just trying to help us.

He wasn't much of a citizen, but he was
an all right little guy.

Dead because he kept his bargain with
me.

They use bandages to send us a message.

They're declaring war.

Well, if it's war they want, war they're
going to get.

Come on in, boys.

Hot out there.

Can we get you all a brew from the
cooler?

No, thanks.

We're on duty. Maybe another time.

Nothing's too good for the boys in blue.

What can we do for you?

We're trying to trace a stolen van.

Carrying an illegal gun load that
crashed the other day.

I suppose you heard about that.

Only want to read the paper.

Now, you boys.

We're members of the feared mighty
demons. Perhaps you can help me

why two ex -demons were involved this
past week in illegal weapon capers. It's

always somebody that's out after that
big unlawful buck.

Now, we ain't seen them dudes in years.

And we don't know nothing about no
illegal guns or illegal anything else

because, you see, we're legit
businessmen. That's right.

Legal.

So you are.

Look at their equipment, Officer Ramon.

Punches, drill presses, extruders,
grinders.

Just about every metalworking machine
available.

You don't mind if we look around there,
Mom?

Oh, no, no.

See, that's how you got a warrant.

You do got a warrant.

Okay, by me, if you want to play it by
the book, I'm placing you all under

arrest. For violation of the state
vehicle code 10750 and 10751.

Say what?

Altering, defacing, and replacing a
vehicle ID number.

Buying, selling, or possessing a vehicle
with the IDs removed or defaced.

Exactly what happened to this vehicle
here. For some reason, anybody altering

stolen vehicle, first thing they do is
remove the ID number.

Hey, come in here that way.

Add suspicion of receiving stolen
property to the charges, Officer Romano.

man, this whole thing is a bunch of
bullwash.

Attempting to provoke an officer with
abusive language.

If you wasn't wearing that badge, I'd
kick your teeth in.

At 415 to the list, Officer Romano.

Challenging a uniformed officer to a
fight.

I think I'm just going to have to earn
that.

Hold it!

Thank you, Officer Romano.

at assault battery, and resisting arrest
to the charges, then send for a wife.

Whereas, we became suspicious and
requested search the premises.

Whereas... Sergeant Hooker, Thursday, a
message from Lieutenant Benedict.

He said he's on his way over and he
wants you to wait for him.

Says it's important.

Hi, Vin.

Surprise! They, uh, transferred me to
day shift.

Isn't that terrific?

Oh, yeah. Uh, that's wonderful, Lisa.

Now we won't have to meet at such weird
hours.

See you later, sweetie.

Yeah, later.

Hi, Lisa. Welcome to real life. The
sunshine is shaking.

Uh, you two know each other?

Oh, sure. We're old friends.

Same class at the academy. And we've
been dying to get together, but couldn't

because of being on different schedules.
Well, now we'll have the chance.

Oh, great.

I mean, great.

Really, uh... Great.

In fact, we're off to lunch to celebrate
Lisa's transfer and catch up on Girl

Talk.

Bye, Sarge.

Bye, Viv.

Bye. Have a nice... lunch.

Romano. Romano.

Justice in action.

How'd the lawyer and bondsman get here
so fast? We just booked them.

I was hoping we'd have a couple of hours
before they made bail.

For what?

I wanted to get a warrant and a res
seizure for the demon shop equipment.

The lab can compare the grinding wheels
with the work done on the gun hall for

starters.

Sergeant Hooker.

My clients have detailed your outrageous
harassment.

You're trading on civil rights to say
nothing of due process of law.

Counselor, all your weaseling and
twisting of the law can't hide the fact

your innocent clients are guilty of
buying, selling, and transporting

guns. Guns that are blowing the hell out
of citizens' rights and the citizens

themselves. And I'm going to get your
clients, Counselor, no matter what it

takes.

Nice of you to drop by and see us. Step
inside, Romano.

You might learn something.

I want to apologize for what I'm going
to say.

In fact, I don't even know how to start.

Just spit it out, Pete.

Hooker, we had a deal.

You were going to bring me information.

You were going to work with me. You were
going to work through me.

But no, you go off half -cocked.

I've been clocking that demon body shop
for months, hoping that they would lead

me to the source.

Now, you could have blown that.

Well, what about a warrant? What about a
writ of seizure?

We don't have enough to go on.

Now, it has to hold up in court.

Now, what good is the arrest if it isn't
clean and by the book?

Some citizens that are dead would now be
alive.

Look, I earn my pay on the streets.

Not in the courtroom. You want to bring
me up in charges, you go right ahead.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Who's
talking about charges?

I want you to lay off this case.

Look, I not only want you to lay off,
I'm ordering you to lay off.

Now, is that clearly understood by both
of you?

Officer Romano?

Yes, sir.

Hooker?

Understood.

Nothing further, gentlemen.

We're due on patrol.

Dave!

Hooker!

Took a lot of talking, but you got your
warrants and you got your writ. Just

keep my name out of it, huh?

Hooker, you're not going to use those,
are you?

Captain Sheridan ordered us to lay off.

Ten more minutes, they'd be gone.

the paperwork.

Numbers filed out.

Where'd you get them?

No. Who's your connection?

No. I ain't gonna say nothing. I'd be as
good as dead if I did. Who's gonna pull

the trigger?

I ain't gonna say nothing, man.

You're blocking the garage with your car
hooker. I can't get in.

I thought Harvey was driving home.

His board meeting ran late.

He asked me to meet him at the theater.
Are the kids okay? Yeah.

They're fast asleep. Am I released now?

Yes, you're released.

Thanks for babysitting.

Hello?

Yeah, he's here.

Okay,

I'll tell him.

I was sent to a dispatch.

They located Pete Benedict, said he had
a message for you, he found assignment,

and he'll talk to you tomorrow.

Oh.

That was important.

Maybe what Pete's doing is important,
too.

You know, you talk to Pete these days,
all he wants is one glorious swan song

look back on while he sits on his boat
in Mexico collecting his pension.

I hope to God you live long enough to do
the same thing.

You let me down.

Put too much stock in the past, Hooker.

The good old days.

I like the good old days.

I like old cars.

Old friendships.

Well, friendship means different things
to different people.

You.

You'd walk through a flaming wall for a
friend.

You can't expect that in everybody.

Pete and I were partners.

I have a right to expect a lot from
people.

We were partners.

Did I expect too much from you?

Oh, I don't know. I don't know what
happened.

People just need different things, I
guess.

I'm sorry I couldn't be everything you
wanted me to be. I'm truly sorry.

Well, there's no point in raking up old
leaves. No, no, no. What I don't mean

are old leaves.

I gotta go.

Listen, do me a favor, will you?

Call Romano. Tell him to meet me at the
precinct. And tell him to bring the kit.

Kit? Yeah, the acid etching solution.

Raise serial numbers on weapons after
they've been filed away.

Okay.

The kids are counting on you for
Saturday.

Saturday. I'll be there.

Hooker?

I'm counting on you, too.

You look at that. It works.

Vicki, run this number to the computer.
See what you got.

Three, six, seven, nine, three, four.

Thanks for staying late, Vicki.

You and Lisa have a nice lunch?

Great. Great, Romano.

We found out we had all kinds of things
in common.

Well, that's nice.

Real nice.

Are you sure this is the number?

367934.

According to records, this gun was
originally stolen on a residential

About eight months ago, it was taken
from an armed robber.

So it was sent to property at
headquarters.

How come this gun, confiscated by the
department, hauled away and stored for

safekeeping... How come this gun is out
on the streets again?

There you are.

Destroyed just last month.

Last month?

Isn't that kind of fat?

You could say that, especially when this
indicates that it was checked in only a

couple of weeks before that.

Well, it used to be every three, four
months, but now we ship them out to the

foundry every 30 days, just like
clockwork.

Took a shipment out this morning.

They're not destroying those guns.

Somebody's switching them.

All right, I'll sign for this, Sarge.

All right, good enough.

Can you take me down that way? Yes, sir.

Will you look at that.

Those two guys on the forklift.

They must be in on the operation.

You lay that hook over there behind him?

Yes, sir.

Romano, when I get off, you come down
the ladder and try and cut him off.

I'm disappointed in you, Pete.

What do you want to do? You want to
shoot it out with me?

After all these years?

That's what I was thinking, Pete. After
all these years.

Let me give it to you straight.

Hooker, I am crowding 50 years of age.
I've given my life to this department.

always played it on the square.

All of a sudden, I realized that I'm
facing retirement.

When I look around, I see the hustlers.

I see the politicians. I see the crooked
cops all cleaning up.

And I got to turn my back on it.

The only thing I got to look forward to
is the small potatoes

pension.

So when they offered me that job with
the guns, I saw a chance, a chance for

to do something myself.

So what's the big deal? I'm selling
guns.

What's a few more guns added to the
millions that are already floating

the streets?

I understand you, Pete.

I even feel for you.

But there's one thing that bothers me,
and it bothers me real bad, about the

condo and the sweet little boat.

You've been buying them with blood.

Sometimes the blood of your own fellow
officers.

Turn around.

Put your hands behind you.

Parker, what's going on here?

You let me down.

to go off for a bite to eat. With what
you eat, Junior, I could die of

starvation.

Free!

Romano, you no -good low -life rat.

We talk things over at lunch.

I mean everything.

Not only are we good friends, Romano,
but we share the same beliefs about the

changing role of women, the feminine
imperative, and all of that good stuff.

We've both decided to free ourselves.

Of the old confining role -playing and
social pressure. And you're a nice,

lively male specimen.

Yeah, but why would you... So, this is
what we've decided.

Lisa gets you Tuesdays and Fridays. I
get you Mondays and Thursdays. We

alternate Wednesdays and weekends.

Hold on. I don't think I'm old enough to
hear this, Captain.

Ladies, good day. Romano, good luck.

You can return my car in the morning. If
you can still drive, I'm taking the

bus.