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It's light.

It's the bus, Gavin. You have the right
to remain silent.

We've been assigned to guard him until
after the grand jury. What?

I don't care if you have to take out 100
people long as he's vulnerable.

I'll need to borrow your car, McCall.

Not a scratch?

Trust me.

Got a license to drive this thing?

Got your partner here looking into her
grave unless you do what I say.

It goes with the badge.

Better you than me.

It works for me.

I've been after Gavin for years. I know
his M .O.

I could smell one of his jobs.

That sicko is in the municipal building,
smiling at his parole officer, swearing

goodness on the Bible, and he's marching
out of there to some nearby liquor

store and taking it down for a couple
hundred bucks and the thrill of blowing

the owners away?

Look, on the 5th, Gavin got out on
parole, and he met with his parole

for the first time on the 7th at 2 .30.

At 3 .34 that same day, a liquor store
six blocks away is robbed, and the 66

-year -old man is pistol -whipped at
Gavin Trademark.

Pistol -whipping old shopkeepers isn't
public domain, Hunter. A week later, on

the 14th, at 2 .30, Gavin meets his
parole officer for the second time. At 3

.23, seven blocks away, a mom -and -pop
grocery store gets hit, and Pop winds up

a vegetable from a fractured skull.

And the 21st, at 3 .44, Gavin shows up.
Okay, you made your point.

There he is.

Follow me, but don't come in unless
there's trouble.

This is a bus, Gavin. Drop it.

Don't shoot, Hunter!

Turn around.

You have the right to remain silent. You
give up that right. Come on, Hunter. If

I hear you got the rights once more, I'm
going to puke.

Now, you're getting the full treatment,
cuz.

You're not going to get out of this with
some technicality.

Come on.

Now, before you turned in your arrest
report on Gavin, you made sure you

-checked it to see if you filled it out
right?

Yeah, I told you.

And you also included the fact that I
read him his Miranda rights before I

cuffed him.

Hunter, what is this? I filled out an
arrest report before, you know. Look,

arrested this guy twice, McCall. The
first time, he crippled a kid in a gas

station with a tire iron because he
couldn't open the cash register drawer.

second time, he wasted a little old lady
who owns a liquor store in the barrio

and a $10 hike.

The guy's looking at 25 years in the
slam for sure, and I want to make sure

serves every minute.

Hunter! McCall!

Oh, no. You know you're supposed to
report in before you take your lunch

Well, if the captain gave us a car with
a radio that worked, we'd be glad to

comply, Bernie. That excuse is getting
very, very tired, McCall.

Yes, well, maybe you should have that
fixed.

In the meantime, you two have been
assigned to me regarding that killer you

brought in yesterday.

Gavin? That's jail duty. The sheriff's
in charge.

No, he's not in jail anymore. He's been
transferred to the Biltmore Plaza Hotel.

We've been assigned to guard him until
after the grand jury.

What? We made a deal with Gavin.

Immunity from prosecution and relocation
under a new name. On what basis? We had

him cold, in the act, with a gun in his
hand. Who the hell do you think you are,

questioning decisions made by your
superiors?

Since you brought Gavin in, I think
Sergeant McCall deserves an explanation,

Captain. I'm McCall, Keith Hunter, but
that's okay. I'm just as hot over this

he is.

What we have here is quite simply a quid
pro quo. Do you know what that means?

Yeah, I scrub your back and you scrub
mine.

Only if you get into a tub with Gavin,
you're going to come out dirtier than

when you went in.

Well, in this case, we fully intend to
cleanse the entire city of Nate

Gavin's giving you Demerant?

You're putting us on.

Murder one.

Four counts.

Enough to put Demerant away for the rest
of his life. Maybe even into the gas

chamber. That's a scam.

Demerant is in the high bleachers, and a
punk like Gavin wouldn't even get close

to him.

Today, maybe.

But ten years ago, Demerant wasn't much
more than a punk himself, working his

way up one body at a time.

Gavin knows where those bodies are
buried, and there's no statute of

on murder.

I'll be at the hotel with Gavin going
over his testimony if you need me.

I would like to commend you both on your
handling of Gavin's arrest.

Your conduct, your paperwork, everything
was perfect.

That's why he gave it to Demarest.

He didn't leave him any other out.

So thanks again.

You cut him loose, he's gonna kill
again.

He won't live long enough. Demarest will
see to that.

Only over your dead body, Hunter.

And yours, McCall.

I'm not going to help protect this guy,
Captain. No way.

Yeah, me too. I pass.

I'm not asking for volunteers.

That's part of Mr. Gavin's deal that you
be assigned this duty, Hunter.

Oh, Mr.

Gavin's request, huh?

That's rich.

I'll bet he's getting a real kick out of
this.

Let me pass on a word of warning to you.

If Gavin so much as catches a cold, the
two of you are going to wind up direct

in traffic. You clear on that?

Now, Sergeant Terwilliger's got the
guard detail on this. He'll give you

That's it.

I've got to talk to you, mate. Sure.

What's the problem?

Gavin's made a deal with the DA.

He's going to rat on you to save his own
skin.

He's going to rat on me?

He goes in front of the grand jury next
week.

All right, call McKay. Tell him to get
Gavin out on bail and bring him to me.

I'm going to do that thing myself.

No, I can't do it that way, Nate.

They moved him from jail to a hotel
downtown.

Watching him 24 hours a day. Julie, I
don't care who's watching while we're

I need him dead.

I'm taking care of it, Nate. Not to
worry.

Corpse. When he's a corpse, then it's
not to worry.

Fee to it.

How's it going, Smitty? Well, compared
to collecting garbage for a living, I

give it about a four.

To Williger's idea.

Bernie, what do you expect Demarest to
come after him with, a herd of

I was told to finish him right there in
the car.

So while Nate was driving along in the
car and talking to him, I, uh,

I stuck a .22 in his ear. You got that?

Yes, sir.

That was all she wrote. Poor Sloud never
knew what hit him. For the record, when

you say Nate was driving, who are you
referring to?

Who the hell are we talking about? Nate
Demarest. It was Nate Demarest. D -E -M

-A -R -E -S -T.

And he paid you to kill Mr. Caracas?
Five big ones.

Hey, Hunter.

How's it going, buddy boy? It's real
good to see you. And the lady, too.

Didn't catch your name, kid. Oh, excuse
me, yes. Sergeant McCall, this is Elton

Gavin.

I know who the creep is.

Give it a chance, baby. To know me is to
love me. Well, even your mother would

give you an argument on that.

Hunter, my man.

You know, if any cop knows what the
mob's up to, it's gotta be him.

I mean, it's all in the familiar, right?

Mr. Gavin, could we please get on with
it?

All right.

I'll talk to you later, kid, huh?

Hands off. Like I said, Tanomi's still
loving me.

Doc!

Oh, that's one down.

Yeah, how many more to go?

As many as Nate figures it'll take.

You could have half the police
department in here with Gavin. That

Demarest. He needs him dead.

Believe me, if he has to blow up this
entire hotel to do it, he'll do it. He's

right. We've got to move him.

Do you have any suggestions, Captain?

Not right off the top of my head, no.

But I'm sure we can find some places
secure better than this.

That won't cut it. Nate will have this
place cased and staked out before you

move Gavin in.

What do you suggest?

Well, I suggest you put him with two
cops and let them decide where to put

You mean only they'd know? Yeah, I like
that.

That's right on the money. You know, my
own experience, when I had a contract,

the more people knew where the pigeon
was, the easier it was to find him. So

where are you going to put me, huh?

Not me, Scuzz.

Yeah, you.

Because with your family tree, Nate
nails me.

Your guys nail you for selling me out.

Now, ain't that right, fellas?

Well, you sure did it to us that time.
We're going to have to babysit that

all by ourselves.

Well, if I were you, McCall, I'd bail
out.

You know, Gavin's right.

The only way they're going to believe
I'm straight is if I get myself blown up

trying to protect this guy.

You wouldn't want to share that with me,
would you?

I told you, I don't want to share
anything with any partner.

Go find a hidey hole for Gavin.

Missed. Missed?

Damn it, Julie. You said he was the
best. What the hell happened? I don't

what happened. All I know is he missed.

But the cops, they didn't miss. They
took him out hard.

Crazy Gavin. You know everything I've
done for him and he turns on me this

I need him dead, Julie. I don't care if
you have to take out 100 people long as

he's one of them. It's not going to be
that easy. They moved him from the

Aren't we paying people who know these
things?

They're playing it real cozy.

They turned him over to two cops, and
these two cops are the only people who

know where he is.

One's this hardball named Rick Hunter.
The other's his partner, some bro. Rick

Hunter? You mean Dom's nephew?

Yeah. Well, get to him. Set up a meet.

This guy will not do business. Not for
money, not even for family.

Julie.

Everybody does business if the price is
right. Put it on the wire. I want to see

him. You got it, mate.

Hey,

Hunter. I want lots of cream and sugar
in my coffee when it's ready, okay?

I said I want lots of cream and sugar in
my coffee when it's ready.

I'm a call.

Are my eggs over easy?

Bacon crisp, two pieces of toast.

Damn dog.

Leave it to you to put me next door to a
mangy mouth mutt. How do you think he

feels living next door to you?

And make sure you don't burn the toast.

Breakfast is served.

I don't know why the hell I agreed to
all this. I should have stayed in the

hotel. Maybe it was because you were
afraid your old buddy Nate might catch

with you there.

Don't give me that old buddy Nate
garbage.

I gave Nate his first joint in
Hollywood.

And the hookers.

And the franchise to peddle dope in that
area that went with it. And you know

what my old buddy Nate gave me for it?
My own street corner.

It's like I peddled nickel bags from. I
feel sorry for you, Gavin.

You've had a tough life.

Hey, Hunter, you got a big mouth.

You keep Gavin away from me, Hunter, or
so help me. Just keep telling yourself

that after trying for years, Gavin has
finally given the D .A. away to nail

Demarest.

Okay, all right, we hear you.

You know what the real twist is here?

Me and my old partner had him seven
years ago for murder.

Really? Yeah, the feds slid a narc into
one of Nate's places as a bartender. It

was a guy named Lomasso.

One day he showed up dead.

The word was that Nate found out who he
was and iced him personally.

Well, didn't you go after him?

Fed said that they'd made a thorough
investigation and didn't come up with

evidence that would have proven that he
didn't commit suicide.

Mrs. Lamasso said that's because they
didn't look hard enough.

Well, do you think you could find her
now?

What's the point? They didn't listen to
her then. They're not going to listen to

her now.

Look, if we can send those two guys
away, Demarest and Gavin, we've got to

for it.

Okay, I'll take a run on down to records
and see if I can get a line on where

she is. Yeah.

Bosco!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is he for real?

Bosco, get out of this car this minute.

Come on, Big Bob.

He's never done that before, Bosco.

Remember the dope -sniffing dog that
worked narcotics?

Well, the last time they used her in
this car, she was in heat.

I'll get him out. Come on, Bosco.

Come on.

I'll take my car.

Bosco, what's come over you?

Wherever the hell she's going, I hope
she gets some beer on the con. We're

running out.

You know, if you put on a cleaner t
-shirt, you make a much better target.

in there out in the open where everybody
can see you.

Mrs. Amato.

Alma. I happen to agree with you.

I think your husband was murdered
because somebody blew his cover.

Besides me, only the drug enforcement
agency knew Tony was an undercover narc.

Not even Chrissy knew.

Chrissy, that was your daughter?

We never had any children.

Please.

My Tony is dead.

I'm a woman alone.

Judging it all up again won't change
that.

Now, I know it's painful to talk about
it, even after all these years, but it's

the only way we're going to be able to
get the guy that killed him.

She became like a daughter.

Chrissy. Chrissy Allen.

She was a singer at that place, the
Golden Grotto.

One of those foolish kids who come here
from the farm thinking they can become

big stars overnight.

Tony took her under his wing, so to
speak.

Were Tony and Chrissy, um... No.

No, no.

Not Tony.

He didn't fool around like that.

Ever.

He was there for information, then?

That's what he was there for.

But he was really concerned about her.
And he did what he could to protect her

from the kind of element that hung
around that place.

Have you heard from Chrissy since your
husband died?

No. I haven't heard from her.

After all Tony did for her, not a phone
call, not a postcard.

Thank you, Elmo.

And I'm sorry. I know how painful it is
to drudge up the memories.

You would think...

After all these years, it would be
easier.

But every night, I...

Take it easy, will you, Bosco?

You were saying?

It's Chrissy Allen. I don't think she'd
just ignore the death of a guy that

treated her like she was his own
daughter.

Not unless she had a good reason.

I know this waitress at the Golden
Grotto.

She's been there for years. She owes me
a couple of favors.

You'll be okay here with Gavin?

Hey, McCall.

Did you get any beer?

You know something?

I forgot.

Well, you better start remembering.

Because when my throat gets dry, I can't
talk.

You know what I mean? Don't worry,
Gavin. I'll pick it up.

It's okay, big fella. Just stay right
where you are.

I'll need to borrow your car, McCall.

Mine just got married.

I'm warning you, Hunter.

Trust me.

Not a scratch?

Not a scratch.

I swear.

Hey,

Nicole, I want to ask you something.

Is he gone for the beer?

Yeah. Wait, wait, wait. This is
something else.

As long as we're stuck here together,
why don't we make the best of it? I

like, I'll forget you're a cop and you
treat me like I'm just another guy. What

do you say?

If I'm going to keep you alive, Gavin, I
can't afford to get emotionally

involved.

A singer named Chrissy Allen?

Whatever happened to her, do you
remember?

Well, you know how this business is.

Kids like her, they come and go. Yeah.

Let me speak to Warnie McPhee.

Yeah.

This is Condon down at the Golden
Grotto.

You asked me to let you know if Hunter
had ever been around, right?

Well, bingo. I'm looking right at him.

Do me a favor, will you? I can be there
in five minutes.

And if he looks like he's leaving right
away, stall him for a couple of minutes,

okay? Hey, I'll do the best I can.

Okay, I owe you one. Oh, I know you do.

And I'm going to collect.

Remember the time they planted that narc
on Nate?

Vic Sellers was what we knew him as, but
I never thought that was really his

name. Yeah, that's him.

How long was she around her after he
turned up dead?

It was like the next day.

She never came around anymore.

Well, you think there's a connection?

Nate might have known that she was
getting it on with one of the bouncers,

named Whitey McPhee.

Big, good -looking guy, heavyweight,
used to box out of Nate's stable?

Oh, look, Hunter, my boss wants me.

Yeah.

What is it, Eddie?

Terry, can I talk to you for a second?
Yeah.

Terry,

what's wrong?

What happened?

Yeah, what do you want?

Terry wanted me to give you something.
Oh, yeah?

What are you doing? You can't barge into
a man's house like this. I don't like

being shot at. All right, let her go,
let her go.

I want to talk to Hunter.

Alone.

All right, everybody, get out of here!

What the hell is this, Hunter? You going
crazy?

I told you I don't like being shot at.
Somebody shot at you? You're saying it's

me? Now I know you're crazy.

Oh, not you, Nate. You don't do your
killing anymore. You just put the word

and have it done.

I put the word out I wanted to talk to
you.

If you had any smarts, you would have
rang my bell, walked in here like a

being instead of busting in here like
some animal.

We could have had a little drink, a
little chat.

You might have walked out of here a rich
man.

You still can.

For Gavin?

Tell me where he's at.

It's worth 50 thou.

I'd be taking your money under false
pretenses, Demarest. Don't be stupid.

I could give Gavin to you, but it
wouldn't do you any good. You know why?

Because I've got you.

and I'm going to put you away without
Gavin.

You hear that?

He's on to something.

I want you to find out what it is, and I
want you to take care of him now.

I don't believe this. The whole side of
my car is ruined.

Hunter, this is my car, not the city's.

I don't believe this, McCall. I could
have taken three slugs in the neck, and

all you care about is your damn vehicle.

You get shot, you got hospitalization. I
don't even know if I'm covered for this

kind of damage.

All right, what'd you find out?

Well, Chrissy wasn't as innocent as Mr.
Maslow said.

She was being kept by Demarest, and at
the same time, she was getting it on

a bouncer, a jock by the name of Whitey
McPhee.

I've heard that name.

Yeah, he was a pretty good fighter one
time, a heavyweight, until Nate sent him

into the tank once too often, and the
boxing commission jerked his license.

So Nate found out and got rid of them
both.

No, Whitey still works for Nate.

But I think we ought to get a hold of
this guy and talk to him.

I'll call it in.

Must be Bosco's dinner time.

You leave me alone with Gavin, and one
of us isn't going to be here when you

back. You call in on Whitey, and I'll
take care of Gavin.

This is Sergeant McCall. Patch me into R
&I.

Okay, Gavin, you're on your own for a
while. McCall and I got to go someplace.

No way. It doesn't make any difference
if we're here or not.

Your real protection comes from the fact
that nobody knows you're here.

I said no way.

You leave me alone, you and McCall are
going to call District Attorney Harvey.

Call Harvey.

Call Nate while you're at it.

Maybe if you get lonesome, he can send
the buddy of the guy who took a shot at

you from the roof.

Bye, dear.

You cover the back case and H reached
him.

I told him not to cooperate.

I think I'd have a better chance of
getting him to talk. He wouldn't be

expecting a woman.

Look, trust me on this, okay?

Better me than you.

Sergeant Reconin. Can I have a word with
you?

Sorry,

I'm busy.

It'll just take a minute.

All right.

Let me get my stuff in my locker. I'll
be with you in a minute.

Whitey!

Hold up, I'm warning you.

Hold it right there, Whitey.

You were right, Hunter.

Better you than me.

Why don't you call in for a van for him?

I'll get his stuff.

All right, Whitey. Turn around. Put your
hands behind your back.

This is Hunter. I got a suspect for you.

Borski's Jim in the Harbor Marina.

Look familiar?

Yeah, the guy that took a shot at me was
wearing something just like this.

How many shots did you say he fired?

Three.

Now, why in the hell would you want to
take a shot at me?

We haven't even said hello.

What else you got?

Nothing much. Just junk.

There's a wallet, though.

Hey, come on. That's personal. You got
no right to go through it.

Settle down, big fella.

You'll get this back when they kick your
loop.

Hey, McPhee.

You still live at the Shackleton Hotel
on Farida Street?

No, no, I never lived there, man. I've
been living at the Clairon Division for

the past six years. Go check it out.

Then why are you still paying rent on a
place in Pomona?

So what do you think?

Same girl?

Yeah, it looks like her. Only she
doesn't seem to be Whitey's type.

Let's go find out.

Excuse me.

Are you Mrs. Ragaway?

No, I'm not.

You're Chrissy Allen, right?

Hey, Julie.

Thank Mr. Demarest for bailing me out so
fast. You know, I really appreciate it.

Whitey, why don't you thank him
yourself?

Come on.

What's up?

Nothing's happening.

Hit the car. Let's go.

Look, I'd like to help you. I really
would. But I don't know anything,

But you buried yourself out here in
Pomona for seven years. Why?

I decided that wasn't the kind of life I
really wanted, being a singer.

Whitey tried to kill me because I was
asking questions about you at the Golden

Grotto. That's a pretty heavy rap
killing a cop.

He didn't risk that because he thought
you were disillusioned with the show

business. You're hiding, Christy,
because you're afraid of Nate Demarest.

Now, you know something about the
Lamasso killing, don't you?

Nate Demarest has his back up against
the wall. He will eliminate anybody he

thinks can help put him away.

We found easy enough.

Demarest has got a better set of wires
than we do.

Nate thinks I'm dead.

Whitey told him he'd killed me.

Whitey told him why?

I saw it.

Well, I mean, I didn't exactly see it
happen.

I mean, I was in the car in the parking
lot waiting for Whitey to take me home

that night.

We had to be very careful about being
seen together because Nate was terribly

possessive and he would have had us both
killed if he'd known we were seeing

each other.

Anyway, I saw Nate and Julie and Whitey
come out of the kitchen door.

Whitey and Nate were carrying a body.

It was him.

Tony Lomato.

Are you positive?

I saw his face as clearly as I'm seeing
yours.

What did they do with him?

Well, then they put him in the trunk of
Nate's car and drove away.

And what did you do?

I went home.

I didn't know what to do.

I just sat there in the dark until
Whitey came.

He said that Nate had been tipped off
that he was a narc and had him killed.

And then I was next.

Why you? You didn't know he was an art.
I'd been friendly with him. That was

reason enough for Nate.

What did you do then?

Well, Whitey had me pack some things and
he brought me to a motel.

And then every few days he'd bring me to
another one and then another.

Until finally he brought me here.

I've been here ever since.

Well? I don't know.

Well, I think we'd have a better chance
of getting in the precinct in my car.

Yeah, when you get there, call in.

Yeah.

Hello,

Judy?

Yeah.

Um, Julie, is Nate still looking for
Chrissy Allen?

I'm a friend of Nate's, that's who.

Um, yeah, Chris Yellen used to work at
the Golden Grotto.

That's right.

If he still wants to find her, I know
where he can find her.

Welcome back, Bosco. Did you have a nice
dinner?

You got a license to drive this thing?

Here's your beer.

Only a six -pack?

What, are you going to move me
someplace?

Yeah, to a security cell in the county
jail.

McCall's down there right now setting it
up for you.

What's wrong?

I think we're being followed.

I just hold on.

If I was you, I'd be worried about my
buddy McCall and Chrissy Allen.

I saw her getting out of your car.

I know who she is, man. She's your ace
in the hole, right?

Right.

That's if you get the player.

Yeah, this is Hunter.

Patch me into McCall's frequency and
hurry, would you please?

L -24, L -56 calling.

L -24, Sergeant McCall, will you please
respond?

I'm sorry, Sergeant McCall is not
responding.

Look, Captain, all I can tell you is
McCall was on her way back to the

with a very important witness against
Nate Demarest when she disappeared.

You've lost Gavin?

No, I haven't lost Gavin. I'm staring
right at his ugly face.

It's McCall that I'm worried about.

She's bringing in a witness that's even
more important than Gavin.

Look, I don't know what you're raving
about, Hunter, and I don't want to know.

want you to bring Gavin in right now.

And we'll hold him at the precinct until
more suitable and safer arrangements

can be made.

I'm sorry, but I can't do that, Captain.

No, that's a direct order, Hunter.

You thought you could sneak in Chrissy
Allen instead of me, huh?

You tipped off Demarest?

A man's got a right to protect his
interests.

If anything happens to McCall at all,
anything at all, Gavin, you're going to

die a very slow, painful death.

You're already in enough trouble. Don't
add kidnap, arrest of a police officer,

Demarest. You know, if Gavin testifies,
they're going to have me up for four

murders. One murder more is not going to
make a lot of difference.

What about Chrissy and Whitey? Worry
about yourself.

Get Hunter on the phone for me.

Hunter McCall.

Hunter, Nathan Demarest.

Got your partner here looking into her
grave unless you do what I say.

I want Gavin.

Forget it. No way.

I don't think you understand, pal,
unless you play ball with me. McCall's

Mahula. You know what I mean?

You're a cop, you take risks.

It goes with the badge.

He didn't negotiate?

Give me the phone.

Yeah. Hunter, I'm gonna call.

Hang up.

All right.

Make sure you nail Gavin outside the
courthouse.

What about them?

You know what to do with them. Augie!

Wait a minute, Nate.

What? Wait a minute. You're a cop. You
take risks.

Yeah, well, not me. Not for slime like
Gavin.

You want him, you got him.

Okay. Where?

What about them?

Well, we'll talk about them when you
give me Gavin.

Where did Hunter got him?

I might be chicken, Nate, but I'm not
stupid.

I'll show you.

No, no, no, no. Show them.

I got an appointment.

Joey.

I'll see you at the party, huh?

Don't bring any guests.

What are you doing?

What are you doing with the curtain?

Hey, stone face, what are you doing with
the curtain?

Shut up.

What?

What are you doing with the curtain,
man? Tell me what you're doing.

That's it. The trailer's at the end of
the street.

You don't need me anymore.

You stay put till I tell you.

Hunter! Let's make it easy.

You send Gavin out, and you won't get
hurt.

Okay, fellas.

Hey, you really had me worried there for
a second. When you hung up, I knew you

hadn't gone completely over the edge.

Here, you'll need that.

Okay, Julie.

You've had your fun. Drop your guns. All
of you.

All these people.

These are vicious criminals, Bernie.

Wally, call for an ambulance and a fire
truck, will you?

A man and a woman are being held captive
in Limke's garage on Brill Avenue.

Please use caution. The captors are
armed. I certainly hope you can explain

this, Hutter.

That's pretty self -explanatory, Bernie.
Hey, Hutter!

Take these things off me!

That's Gavin handcuffed over there.

Do me a favor, will you, Bernie? Read
him his rights and book him downtown

an open charge till we get back.

Reading his rights. Hunter, that's
Gavin. He's a protected witness.

Not anymore, Bernie.

I guess we're finished here.

Yep.

You have the right to remain silent,
Gavin. Hey, wait a minute. What's this

reading me my rights routine? I'm
immune.

Not according to Hunter.

Move.

Let me in.

Help! An officer needs assistance.

Settle down now, Gavin.

Stay back or I'll blow them away.

You'll blow your immunity too, Gavin.
Who are you kidding immunity?

You've already blown it away. I want
keys to a car now. No more horsing

I'm in.

Okay, take it easy.

Take mine. It's right behind you. Turn
over here.

Nobody follows me or he gets it.

You hear what I'm saying to you?

It's a little complicated right now,
Bernie, but we've got to go to a party.

I'm going to tell the captain.

His generosity to our hospital fund, as
well as his unselfish devotion to the

welfare of all the people of this city,
are too well known and too limitless to

enumerate here. Let me therefore simply
give you the man himself, Nate Dameron.

Excuse me.

Mr. Chairman, honored guest.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a few words
of my own I would like to bestow upon

your host and benefactor, Nate Demarest.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent. If
you give up that right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

I'll tell you what.

This time he's got us right where he
wants us. He's going to nail us, Hunter.

You think so?

Hunter, McCall.

Well, let's go find out.

Now, don't sit down. You won't be here
long enough to get comfortable.

Mr. Harvey has presented a list of
charges against you two and given them

department, including willful and
reckless disregard for the safety of a

witness, obstruction of justice.

Dereliction of duty, et cetera, et
cetera, and the list goes on and on and

Well, there were some extenuating
circumstances, Captain.

Any one of these charges is grounds for
dismissal from the force.

But taken together, they represent a
malfeasance of a magnitude I have never

seen in all my years as a police
officer. Don't drag it out, Captain.

us the bad news.

I'm giving it to you, Hunter.

The D .A. has decided since you two
enabled the county to preempt the

case against Demarest.

and invalidate the immunity it promised
Gavin.

They'll drop their charges and return
for a reprimand.

That's the bad news?

No, it is for me.

It means I have to continue to put up
with the both of you.

Hey, but I'm warning you. The slightest
infraction, you guys bend the rules at

all, and I swear I will come down on you
so hard.