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Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I know I'm late.

Is that any kind of greeting?

Hey, Danny. It was terrific last night.

The fettuccine, the wine, the music.

You're so good.

Really looking forward to Saturday. See
you then.

Danny, hi, it's Meg.

I got the seats you wanted for the
ballet.

Sunday's performance.

So give me a call if you can pry
yourself loose from the precinct.

Okay?

Danny, this is Captain Freeman.

Where the hell are you?

The snitch on those armored car
robberies finally came through. And

setting up surveillance right now.

Pull out your flashier street -walking
outfit and get your tail up to Hollywood

Boulevard. You got points at 10 .30.

And once he gets you talking, you better
be on guard.

Beware because this lady's dressed in
blue.

She lives and breathes, she needs that.

Danger is her passion, her body and
wings.

Do you want?

Okay, Danny, we're in position adjacent
to the rear of the theater and the

restaurant. We'll check it out there.

Still on point.

No armored car or suspect yet.

Anything moving on your side, Carbo? You
want to quit bugging me, Jameson? I

mean, if something's going to go down,
what am I going to be, the Lone Ranger?

Okay, guys, armored car's heading in for
the restaurant pickup.

If anybody's going to go for it, now's
the time.

They just turned into the alley. Any
sign of suspects?

Try on my side. They could be running a
loose tail. You got anything, Danny?

Looks like we're going to get lucky. Tan
van headed your way.

Heads up, gentlemen.

Here it comes now. Turning into the
alley, following the armored truck.

You brought me the rain's lid. It's
going down.

Lee!

Who did you touch?

Hi, sucker.

You just bought the farm.

Let's just be cool. Get down there. You
back off.

Come on, mister.

Easy.

She's dead. Oh, no.

Oh, no. We can talk about it.

Is he dead?

I didn't hear him leave a wake up call.

The guy on the bus needs a priest.

I tried to talk him down.

He had a hostage.

I don't feel so well.

How's Carbo?

Slug slice cleaned through. Didn't hit
anything.

That's good about Carbo, huh?

So is the message that came in just
before this went down.

What message?

Some cop named Hooker called in from
LCPD.

They picked up your suspect on the
Donovan murder warrant we put out.

gave... They're transporting him in
tomorrow morning.

Hi, this is Danny. I hate this machine
as much as you do. But I promise I'll

back to you if you leave a nice message
at the sound of the beep.

Hi, baby. It's Dad.

Still in New York.

But I heard about your shooting.

Are you okay?

I can come back if you need me.

Danny, I know you're a good cop, a great
cop.

You don't have to prove anything to me.

Love you.

Hi, this is Danny.

I hate this machine as much as you do,
but I promise I'll get back to you if

leave a nice message at the sound of the
beep.

Danny, Cassidy.

I know how shook up you were at having
to pull the trigger on that guy.

Try to hold yourself together, okay?

Tell me, how does a guy with some auto
theft arrest and a couple of safe

-cracking convictions suddenly get in a
murder?

You're wasting your breath, cop.

Just making some idle conversation
there, Frankie.

You looking to be my new best friend,
Hooker?

Or are you wired and just want me to
tell my life story? I just want to know

what makes you such a hot potato that
Hollywood couldn't wait for a routine

transfer. Well, you see, these Hollywood
detectives are making one large

mistake.

I didn't murder nobody.

Oh, right. You had a Boy Scout meeting
at the time.

It was a Girl Scout meeting.

Or was it a campfire girl meeting?

I got a very clear picture of what you
were doing in my town, Gable.

You were casing the jewelry center.

I'll just bet if I dig deep enough,
you'd tie to about five other jewelry

around the state.

Dream it, pal, dream it.

All right, they're heading towards you
now.

Do it right, Moreno, or don't bother
coming back.

We want Frankie Gable.

Draw out your keys and don't touch your
gun.

This man dies if he gives us any
trouble.

It does appear that there's more to me
than meets the eye.

Doesn't it, Albert?

Detective Darn? Do I understand you're
the one who lost my prisoner?

First of all, Frankie Gable wasn't your
prisoner. He was my prisoner.

Being delivered to me. And second of
all, I didn't lose any scrap.

Same thing in my book.

Well, if you knew he was such a high
-risk prisoner, why didn't you let me

Because I didn't know.

Look, I barely have the guy on a
homicide rap. I have no motive and no

believe anybody would want to grab him.
Well, we better get started on finding

all that out.

Because I'm sticking around until we get
Frankie Gable back. Where's the fraud

room?

We?

We?

Look, you can't... I can't work in this
city without authority from the chief.

Who wants to give Detective Starr the
good news?

Since this is your case, and Carville is
going to be out for a week or two, the

captain says that you get to work with
Hooker.

Now wait just a minute. No, no, no,
don't look at me. They got Jameson and

working full time on these armored truck
robberies. Look, we think Frankie Gable

ties to about five jewel heists around
the state. I'm going to need to get an

on the guys who snatched them. How do
you suggest that Officer Corrigan get

Hollywood machine working?

About the same way the LCPD machine
works.

Call Leighton. Have them run a search on
the prints SID pulled out of the cage

of that skip loader that waylaid you.
That's a start.

How about a composite artist?

I'd like to put those faces down on
paper.

Okay.

We can do this the easy way, working
together. Or we can do it the hard way.

Take your best shot.

I want to know why Frankie Gable was
grabbed. What made him so valuable to

somebody? He had friends.

Somebody didn't want to see him take the
homicide route. He was a suspect picked

up on a warrant. There was no way to
know that there'd be a conviction.

No way to even guess that you'd hold
him.

So where do we start?

Let's start with a recap of the homicide
that you and Frankie gave before.

Begin at square one.

That ought to get us back on track.

Good, then you won't mind driving.

The shop is still working on getting me
a new set of keys.

It figures.

But the faster we start, the faster we
part.

Know what I mean?

I like

your car. How do you

afford it on a cop's salary?

Daddy bought it for me.

Homicide victim was one Richard Donovan.

At the time of his murder, he was an
independent movie producer.

The ultimate fantasy was going to be his
next film, but a bullet got in the way

of that last busy night.

The way I see it, Donovan pulled in
here, and the killer pulled in behind

And Donovan...

got out of his car, started walking back
towards the other car. And bam, he got

it right in the ten ring.

I've established this much so far.

An hour before Donovan's death, he had
dinner at a restaurant with the director

of his current film.

That's this guy, Alan Hartman.

And our suspect, Frankie Gable. Right.

After dinner, they left the restaurant
in two separate cars.

Now, I have a witness who knows Frankie
Gable, and she saw him prowling around

outside the restaurant the whole time
they were eating.

If Donovan didn't live here... What do
you think he was doing in the area?

Maybe it was his most favorite place.

Welcome to Hollywood.

Oh, yeah.

Didn't I read somewhere that an actress
jumped off that sign?

Years ago.

She took a ladder and climbed up on top
of the H and did a swan dive because RKO

didn't pick up her option.

Some beat you had.

Grows on you.

Six King 22, come in.

King 22, go ahead. King 22, a child
calling about an Andrea Cole is

you at 1927 Eveward. Says it's urgent.

Andrea's my witness. I told you about a
complaisant Gable with Donovan outside

the restaurant. King 22, roger.

This is Andrea. What's your relationship
to Gable?

My stepfather's a sleaze named Vic Colt,
hangs out with Gable.

First met Andrea when I was working
juvenile, and I got a call about Colt.

was sexually abusing her.

That's what started with the drug.

Danny!

Carrie, has your stepfather been giving
you trouble again? No, it's my sister,

Andrea. There's something wrong, Danny,
real wrong. Okay.

Paramedics. I did. A few minutes before
you got here. Andrew, what is it? Get

the child out of here.

Heroin.

Overdose or hot shot.

Cardiac arrest.

2001. 2002.

2003.

2001.

2002.

2003.

See, what'd I tell you?

Andrea gets enough of my kind of
harassment and goes right back to the

No more threat to you.

That remains to be seen, Vic.

Carrie, we'll follow you to the
hospital.

You're a walking social service
department.

It's a cop trying to look after her only
witness.

I made composites of the goons that
grabbed Frankie Gable.

Great.

Stacey and Romano? On the way.

Captain assigned them to us so we have
this thing wrapped.

What about the prints on the skip motor?
They came back to a Jake Moreno.

He's connected to mob porn activities in
Chicago ten years ago.

Take a look at who the filmmaker was.

Recognize him?

It's Richard Donovan, my murder victim.

Anything else? Chicago Intelligence had
a rumble that Moreno was staying at the

Starlight Motel. We checked.

He's long gone, but the credit card he
used to pay for his motel bill belonged

to Donovan's production company.

And it's the same card number that the
director Hartman used to pay for dinner

the night Donovan was murdered.

Porn. Chicago.

Mob connections.

Fucking a whole new way to track Frankie
Gable.

Organized crime.

So we don't have to make a large scene?

This is Sergeant Hooker, LCPD.

Business with Detective Starr or just
touring? No, my interest is in your

card. Credit card?

The one you used to pay for dinner the
night Donovan was killed. So I used the

company card.

What about it?

The same card was used to rent a room by
a mobster named Jake Moreno.

Yes, that's a suspect that we believe
was Donovan's killer.

Mobster?

That's absolutely bizarre. There must be
some mistake. Really?

Let's start with a look at these two.

This one I saw for the first time when
Detective Starr showed it to me.

I've never seen this man in my life.

He's the one you rented a room for.
That's a damn lie.

The card number is used by a lot of
people in the company.

Ask the front office for a list.

Just for the record, kid, I resent the
hell out of your insinuation.

Richard Donovan was a friend of mine.

You don't seem to want to believe that.

He knows more than he's saying.

You're right. This is the third time
I've talked to him and I haven't been

to shake anything loose.

People in Hollywood get desperate. They
do desperate things because the stakes

are so high.

Well, maybe you get more out of them if
you're late on a little charm.

You mean bat my baby blues and flirt?

Why the hell don't you try it? I would
if I had your equipment.

Right. Nice to know you aren't a
chauvinist.

Hooker.

Is that really you?

Chrissy. How are you, baby?

Oh, God, it's good to see you. What are
you doing here?

Well, put it this way. You gave me the
biggest break of my life. This runs a

close second. I bought a bus ticket to
Hollywood.

I worked my tail off. I got lucky and I
just landed a role in this picture.

That's great.

You still clean?

Yeah. Excuse me. This is Detective Star.

Hi. We're looking into the Richard
Donovan murder.

Ever see either of these two guys?

Yeah, this one. He hired on as a union
driver here a couple weeks ago.

I haven't seen him in a few days,
though.

And what about this one? His name's
Frankie Gable.

Uh, no. He's not familiar to me, over.

Um, hey, look.

I'm doing makeup. Stay in touch.

From a gopher in the porn business to a
union driver.

Using a shotgun to help take Gable. He
gets around.

A mob guy.

That cinches it.

Organized crime has access to this
production company.

And we have a whole new field to mine.

You got a last known address on Gable?

Venice. He lived a good life at the
beach.

I keep thinking of what he said.

There's more to him than meets the eye.

Who he is, where he came from, known
associates, what his title of mob is. I

want a chapter and verse down to what
his birthmark looks like.

It's Alan Hartman.

That same cop who was asking questions
about Donovan was back.

With some out -of -town cop.

I'm scared.

They could get me as an accessory.

Then get your act together.

Or get yourself a pine box and a
reservation at the cemetery next to your

producer friend Donovan.

Those cops aren't going to let up.

I told you, you should have taken care
of Vic Colt's stepdaughter before she

talked to him. I couldn't even hold you
for two minutes on what she told him.

I'm supposed to take a comfort in that,
huh?

Look, pal, I know why you guys grabbed
me. Because I'm the only guy that can

crack that safe and put five million in
cold, hot diamonds in your hands.

So how far along are you with the
Diamond Mart plans?

Okay. Now, there are four independent
systems.

We've got silent ringers that go to an
alarm company over the phone lines.

here, and here.

We've got infrared pots, right?

Now we've got magnetics over the front
door over here. The vault door, it's

bugged, and it's made from some special
kind of alloy.

Now we're going to have to use heavy
-duty torches to burn through.

All right.

So with this and what you've already
brought in from the other heists, we can

cover the 10 million that jerk Donovan
blew on his artsy movies.

What about these two cops that are
playing tag with me, huh?

No cranky gable to be found, but it's
sure a nice neighborhood.

I used to live out here, cut classes to
hit the beach at sunrise, surf all day,

hang out all night with characters that
would fill a police blotter. Rich girl

in Red Valley, huh? Something like that.

My father's a writer, wrote a lot of
deep pictures for a lot of years, and

lucky in television.

We've had our ins and outs.

I love him, but... Not even buying any
Mercedes -Benz, huh?

Never stopped trying to prove to him I
could make it on my own.

Not since.

Since what?

Not important.

Danny, talk to me.

Something's on your mind.

Nothing you need to be concerned about.

Well, I am.

I guess I'll just keep on playing it
close until I know for sure.

Know what?

That I can trust you.

That I understand why you suddenly got
quiet when we...

landed on the idea that organized crime
figures in this case.

What's bothering me has nothing to do
with this case.

Nothing?

Nothing at all?

The mob killed my husband, Hooker.

That's what's on my mind.

And this case is bringing back some
memories I'm not sure I can deal with.

Frankie's neighborhood.

Do you have an idea how close they're
getting?

I'm ready.

All right, we'll wait in the dark.

King 22, come in.

Go ahead, Gargan.

Apparently, when Jake Moreno graduated
from porn, he left New York and learned

the safe -cracking trade in Chicago.

Guess who Chicago intelligence puts down
as his teacher?

Frankie Gable.

It's all dovetailing into the jewelry
robberies, isn't it?

Progress. What's number two?

Andrea's been released from the
hospital.

Already? That's what I asked, but the
doctor said she was in good enough shape

to go on outpatient status.

But here's the real kicker. According to
her social worker, Andrea turned her

heroin connection.

It's her stepfather.

Dick Colt.

Roger.

Didn't you say Colt and Gable used to
deal together?

Nail him and we've got a perfect squeeze
to locate Gable. Is that what you're

thinking? We're on the same frequency
once again.

You got the search warrant?

One Vic Colt and a lead to Frankie
Gable.

Coming up.

Stop it!

That's Andrea's voice.

Police!

Open up!

Andrea.

Open the door.

It's the police. Open the door. Andrea,
what are you doing? Open it.

What happened with the social? Open the
door. It was a legal paper that he said

being carried.

It'll be all right.

No, it won't be.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain
silent, anything you say can and will be

against you in a court of law.

We'll have to come back like before.

No, they won't, sweetheart.

Not this time.

Not this time.

Okay.

It's going to be okay.

The auditors have barely scratched the
financial surface.

Looks like Hartman's paychecks from the
film company don't match his income.

Part of a laundering scam?

That's what we're hoping we can prove
when the auditors get deeper than

Oh, hey, Hooker. I found us a place to
crash.

208 Sunset Motel.

Nice. You'll like it there.

Pimp and junkie heaven. I told you to
let me handle that.

You're busy.

Right. If I see any roaches, you're
going to bite the dust before then.

Of course.

Where to in such a hurry? A place you
might be interested in.

I broke Dick's coat.

He gave me a possible hangout on Frankie
Deep.

Great.

Heard you have a protective watch on
Andrea and her sister.

Andrea's a good kid, Hooker. She doesn't
deserve what she's getting.

Like what you got out of your marriage?

I told you the mob killed my husband.

What I didn't tell you is that he was
one of them. Yeah, I know.

I talked to Cassidy.

He told me you had it pretty rough.

We were kids getting started.

Johnny got a job cutting meat.

Then I got pregnant and had to stop
working and he got fired all at the same

time.

Then I had a miscarriage.

The bills started piling up, and before
I knew it, Johnny's cousin Vincent

started helping Johnny out.

I tried to stop him, but he just
couldn't stand to see me living like we

I don't know.

Maybe we were trying to prove something
to my father.

And one morning, he went out, and he
never came back.

They found him in the airport.

in the trunk of a Buick with a 20 -tooth
slug in the back of his head and an

overdue parking ticket on the
windshield.

Sorry.

I buried him, paid the ticket, and tried
hard not to look bad.

I guess three years just isn't long
enough.

Is Johnny the reason you became a cop?

Part of it.

I was faced with two choices with Johnny
gone.

Go home to my father or make it on my
own.

The detective who was handling his
murder kind of adopted me.

I like if he steered me in this
direction.

That's a good cop always recruiting.

He's retired now, but we stay in touch.

Thanks for leveling with me.

Hollow it.

I never go all the way with a guy I
hardly know.

Know what I mean?

Officer Romano?

I'm sorry, Sergeant Hooker isn't here,
but I'm his partner.

Can I help you?

Tell him to be careful.

They're going to try to kill him.

You think Coke gave you a righteous
address on Gable? If he didn't, I'll be

right back in a sec.

I tried to get it like they did, Johnny.

you feel about working when you're off
duty.

Why, you got something?

Yeah, a phone call while we were getting
shot at.

And a lady saying, be careful.

Romano took it.

He get a name?

No, but I think I know who it was.

I thought you might like to see if I was
right.

Sure. Give me a second.

Take two hours.

I don't know where to start until after
ten o 'clock.

That's when the party begins.

Party?

The wrap party for Hartman's picture.

Hooker, you're going Hollywood on me
already.

I'm just following your moves.

Want something to eat?

No.

You certainly keep busy off duty.

You ever have to kill someone, Hooker?

I heard about the shootout you were in.

Shooting team ruled that it was self
-defense.

Not your fault.

You're not answering my question.

Nam was the first time.

And I've had to do it in the streets.

It doesn't get any easier.

But sometimes you have to do it for your
own survival.

Or to protect the people you put on the
badge to serve.

The mob doesn't have any trouble pulling
the trigger. You're thinking about

pulling it again, aren't you?

Cassidy told me about your home.

Any downtime you have, you're back in
the case.

Digging.

Turning the case folders inside out.

Prowling for new witnesses.

Re -interviewing old ones in your
husband's death.

It's real simple, Hooker.

I want Johnny's killer.

It wasn't one mechanic who killed your
husband.

It was the whole organization.

Be satisfied every time I get a piece of
it.

You said we had two hours.

I'm going to put them on notice that I'm
after the next piece.

Who? The mob.

Hello, Danny.

Vince?

This is my cousin by marriage, Danny the
cop.

I see you got yourself a new friend.

This isn't a social visit, Hazard.

Name's Hooker, LCPD.

You think of transferring to another
city, Danny? You like getting rid of

so easily until someone learns that
taking out a cop is a mistake.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Why don't you sit down, relax.

Have some shrimps, some scongeli and
plants. Listen, I always wanted to ask

What do you cops see in doing what you
do? I mean, all this crime -busting

business. You're never going to get
rich, you know.

If I was after the money, I'd give you a
call.

Just like Johnny did.

We're not going to travel down that road
again, are we?

Listen, Johnny was in the wrong place at
the wrong time, and some of the boys

from La Jolla took exception to
whatever.

I heard they were from Chicago.

Then you know more than I do.

Somebody else from Chicago was around
the other day.

Is that right?

Jake Moreno.

I can't place a name.

Let's not dance all night, Vince.

You know what your trouble is, Danny?

You always got to win.

You have to prove something in that
female head of yours. I want you to take

some advice, you and this friend here of
yours.

Take a vacation.

Yosemite, where the air is clear.

You'll live longer, both of you, believe
me.

I'll take a vacation.

The day Johnny's killer takes his last
breath.

I was only thinking of your health, you
know.

Nobody's invincible.

That goes for you and your people, has
it?

Remember that.

Tell your boys the next time they're in
my neighborhood, I sleep with one eye

open.

They never quit, huh?

Don't worry.

We'll put the diamond job down before
they can refill their gas tank.

You think he had something to do with
the death of your husband?

Yeah, I do.

What hurts is knowing I'll probably
never be able to do anything to prove

Ten o 'clock. Let's go with what we got.

A director named Hartman.

An auditor's tied to an illegal money
laundering scheme.

And a lady who tried to warn us about a
hitch.

Okay.

I just overheard him talking about the
hit books.

I heard him use your name.

That's why I called you. Who was the
Johnny picture?

The same guy you showed me a picture of
the other day.

Thank you, Gabe.

Sure you can short this, Gabe?

You wanted to get your hands on the ice
first, didn't you? You watch.

I'll work. No questions.

Hooker, I checked the address Chris Wild
gave you. No gable.

Found this in the garbage.

Looks like an alarm system schematic.
There's a sketch on the back. Might be

some kind of rough map.

Strike a nerve?

An expensive one, but city block
arrangement looks like downtown.

If it is, that's the jewelry mart.

All right, I know, I know. Somebody's in
the building. All right, we got enough.

Let's wrap this thing up and let's get
out of here.

All

right,

get out of those things and leave them
here. Let's go.

It moves!

Drop the cape.

Take it easy, Danny. Take it easy. Drop
the cape.

Okay, okay, okay.

Here it comes.

Now the gun.

I ain't carrying anything, honey.

Drop it.

Last chance.

You wouldn't shoot your husband's own
cousin, would you, sweetheart?

Don't you believe a pal.

Heard you were on your way home.

The dispatcher says you were here.

Thought I'd drop by.

What do you got? Ride -by shooting.

Everything and everybody says it's a
street gang beef.

And what does Danny Starr say?

Victims connected to some funny real
estate deal.

Got an iffy partner.

Who might want him quiet.

Cross my mind.

He's also going to get my full
attention.

Not bad for three years on the job.

That mean I can come around and discuss
the case, Hooker?

Well, the way you're going, you're going
to have everything solved before

there's anything to talk about.

Wish my dad could hear you say that.

I wish we could learn more about
Johnny's death.

It'll come.

Piece at a time.

I know.

I'll be in touch.

I'm counting on it.

Hollywood!