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(siren blaring)

- Cora Donnelly.

- Where'd it happen?

- In the can.

- Miss Donnelly, I'm Inspector Hooperman,

San Francisco Police.

Can you tell me what happened?

- I had to use the phone.

The bartender said it was in the back.

Now, I work in Daily City,

and my daughter goes to day camp,

I was late picking her up.

So, I wanted to call and say, "Don't panic,

"I'm on the way."

I'm in the back dialing and then there was

this arm around my neck

and he pulled me into the men's room.

And that's when he...

And I scratched him right across his face,

and then he started to beat me.

And then he beat me and he raped me,

and all the time whispered weird, sick things!

- It's over now.

We're gonna take you to the hospital now

and take very good care of you.

- We have to go now.

It'll be okay, Miss Donnelly.

- I want this guy.

(upbeat music with saxophone)

- [Radio] We have an update on that 261

male Caucasian, 30 to 35 years old,

approximately five foot 11 ,

brown hair, brown eyes, grayish sport coat, dark slacks.

He is now reported as drunk, face may show

deep scratches.

- Jerk!

- [Hooperman] This is five George 35

requesting 1025, two units Broadway Alley and Columbus.

- [Woman] Don't push me, jerk!

Don't push me, man!

You lay off, you let go of me, man!

- Police!

Stay where you are!

- Hey, look out, girls,

you gonna get busted, look out.

Was it something I said?

- You two move away from him.

Put your hands on your head, turn around, now!

- Just don't get excited, okay?

It is about that broad back at the bar, right?

She was hot.

Wouldn't mind a few more rounds with her.

(laughs)

- [Man] Captain's office is this way.

- Now, you tell me if any of these men look familiar.

- This dude.

Him,

and him.

Wow,

him too.

- Hold it.

You just pointed out four guys.

You said one man entered your shop and robbed you.

Are any of these four that man?

- No,

they just look sort of familiar.

That's what you asked me, right?

- [Woman] Sergeant Dover?

- You wanna try this for a while?

Peace.

He's all yours.

- Let's see what's on page number two.

- Hey, what's his name, this guy over here?

Hey, officer, hey!

- That's inspector.

Inspector Hooperman.

What do you want, cesspool?

- That's Suspido.

- Only to you.

- Gimme my watch back.

It's an expensive piece, I don't trust any

of you bums.

Hey, it don't matter, you know,

I'm gonna be outta here before you finish the paperwork.

Say, did my little number from the bar call?

Do me a favor, will you?

Tell her I'm free tonight.

- He's trying to goad us into bouncing him around.

Somebody tell him it's not working.

- I don't know, it's working with me.

- Hooperman, in my office.

- Hey you, hey, hey,

hey, sweetcakes!

Yo!

I told ya, I'm outta here.

- Over my dead body.

- Inspector Hooperman, this is Mister Chapel.

Mister Chapel is with the justice department.

- Sir.

- It seems you're a purpose under

the Federal Witness Protection Program.

He was under guard but he managed

to walk away from his hotel.

- The relevant part, captain.

- What does that mean?

- It means kick him.

- Suspido?

He's an animal!

This creep beat and raped a woman and admitted it.

He's out there flaunting it and you're saying,

what, he's got some sort of immunity?

- Michael Suspido was a chauffeur

for some very bad guys.

He has a song to sing for a Federal Grand Jury

four days from the day,

about four major wise guys who were

into prostitution, gambling and drugs.

- Captain, this is nuts.

- After he testifies, he goes underground.

We give him a new name, a new identity,

a new city, a new life.

- Great, why don't you just rig the lottery

and let him win the big spin?

You guys had him in custody!

- Protective custody.

- Whatever you call it, you had him

and you let him walk away and a woman

was savaged and won't ever be the same!

How about her?

Is she gonna get a new life,

is there some sort of form she can fill out?

- Hooperman, that's enough.

- I already called her at the hospital,

I told her we got the guy.

What do I tell her now?

- I don't know.

I suppose you lie.

- Look, I don't like it any better than you do,

but we don't have a choice,

so let's just get it over with.

And Hooperman?

V\fithout paperwork.

- Silardi, open the cage.

- Right, right.

Wait a minute, no,

I want sweetcakes to open it.

- Don't push it, Mister Suspido.

- Count your blessings.

- Mister Suspido?

- Keep up the good work, boys!

I know I sleep better at night.

- Harry!

- No, no!

- [Suspido] What do you want?

What do you want, come on!

- Get him outta here, now!

(knocking)

- [Smith] Come in, it's open.

- [Hooperman] Are you out of your mind?

- From time to time.

- Do you have any conception of what's going on

out there in the streets?

- Right now or in general?

- Your door was unlocked!

"Come in," you said, "It's open."

I just knocked, I didn't say, "It's me, Hooperman."

Anyone could've come in here and robbed you,

beaten you and,

there are a lot of crazos loose out there.

- You forget I have Bijou during the day.

- Oh, Bijou, the killer watchdog.

Right, a lot of good he did Estelle.

Estelle, my ex landlord, she was murdered

in this apartment, murdered by

some vicious, junked out psychopath.

- Oh, boy.

You really know how to walk in and light up a place.

- You know, you can't just walk around

thinking everything is beautiful

and it's never gonna happen to you

because it doesn't...

What are you doing?

- I'm making you a tranquilizer,

hot chocolate.

You feel better?

- Yeah, it just was a ugly day

and I'm sorry I took it out on you.

- Oh, I can imagine how grim your work is,

but, you can't let it consume you,

there has to be a positive balance.

- [Hooperman] You're right, you're right.

- That's why I put Johnny Big aside for a few days.

I've been writing poetry.

- Poetry?

That's great!

You know, I read a lot of poetry,

well, I used to in college, comparative literature.

At first I thought, "Comp lit, another lit course?"

But you know, then I ended up

actually enjoying it.

Is that your poem?

- Yes.

- [Hoopermen] Well, let's hear it!

Come on, come on, let's hear the poem.

- No, I couldn't, I mean, Johnny Big

is one thing, okay, short stories,

but, my poetry,

it's too intimate, I couldn't.

- Come on, listen, after today I could use

a little spiritual tonic.

Besides, it just me, Hooperman and Bijoux.

- Well, okay.

"Oh, burning sun, oh, twinkling stars,

"oh, pregnant moon,

"look down on this world filled with lonely girls

"and torn paper that swirls along

"the empty streets and alleys.

"Yesterday's kisses ain't news.

"In the alleys, homeless tramps

"light fires warming their shredding

"derelict bodies."

- You know, that's really kind of--

- [Smith] "Dusty and dirty.

"Beside the golden door their lamp and ash can

"shadows.

"There's no perfume in their nights

"for what they hunger for.

"Death is their lover,

"and the grave,

"their only sex."

- [Mrs Donnelly] Inspector Hooperman?

- Oh, Mrs. Donnelly, I was just going to call you.

Here, sit down, would you like some coffee or--

- Oh, no, no, I just came by to thank you

for, well, your kindness that day

and all your calls to the hospital.

You know, when you go through something like this

you wonder what people will think about you.

Well, your concern has reassured me

that, you know, after that, I'm still a person,

I'm still special.

- I'm glad you feel better.

- Yeah, and I want to assure you,

I will testify.

I know a lot of people are afraid,

I am too,

but I'll be there.

- Mrs. Donnelly.

As it turns out, we thought we had a suspect,

but we had to let him go.

- I don't understand.

- The truth is,

we arrested the wrong man,

and I'm sorry I got your hopes up.

- You mean, the man who raped me is still out there?

- I'm afraid so.

- [Mrs Donnelly] Oh, God.

What am I gonna do?

No, he knows I can identify him.

What if he comes looking for me?

I have a daughter.

- We are doing everything we can, ma'am.

- Inspector Hooperman, I'm scared.

Don't let go of this, please, help me.

- I promise.

- Give me Harvey in the vicinity, Harvey,

we have a code for him at 801.

Male Asian in custody, probably 800.

- I can't believe I'm capable of lying like that.

God, I hate myself.

- Inspectors McNeil. Pritzger, Hooperman,

in my office.

The Grand Jury convenes tomorrow.

The justice people have been moving their prize witness

from hotel to hotel, different parts of the city

trying to keep him alive.

- Why?

- We're not gonna like this are we?

- The Justice Department Task Force is high visibility.

We've decided to use that to their advantage.

There's a big contract out on Suspido.

- Every button man he sees here must be in town.

- That's what they figure.

Their agents are acting as decoys.

They're locked up in hotels all over the city

hoping to take the heat off the real location.

Golden Gate is pulling two shifts now

and we're next.

- It's their case, their jurisdiction,

their witness, that makes him their problem.

- I'm sure somebody's already had that argument

with them and lost.

We're next, that's it.

They're keeping the hotel classified,

we won't know where till the last minute.

And there's one more thing.

The witness is to be addressed as Mister Suspido.

Hooperman!

- I got it, Mister Suspido.

- [Reporter] Meanwhile, deciding the new federal statutes,

Judge Allenby has again refused to grant bail

to the four refuted mob king pins in custody.

The Organized Crime Task Force will not comment,

but Channel Three has learned that

their chief witness who was scheduled to testify

before tomorrow's Grand Jury is not

in Sacramento as previously reported,

but under heavy guard right here

somewhere in the city.

That's it's for Newsbeat.

- Some heavy guard I got.

You bums are supposed to tell me

to keep away from the windows.

- Keep away from the windows.

(knocking)

It's Hooperman.

- [Suspido] Well, you better make sure.

- I checked this whole place out.

Whoever picked it has a weird concept of security.

Muppets could knock over this motel.

- That's what I kept telling them,

the place is a toilet.

Last night they had me the Fairmont,

it was beautiful.

They had chandeliers in the ceiling and everything.

This dump you can't even get room service.

- Well, why don't you fill out one

of their questionnaires under complaints?

- You know what they do have?

Did you spot that babe down at the front desk?

You ought to invite her up

and party a little, you know.

- God.

- V\/hat's the matter?

That stuff makes you queasy, Mister Yuppy?

You still got a bleeding heart for that honey

back at the bar, right?

Oh, you do.

\/\/ant me to give you a play by play?

- You're not gonna do it to me, Suspido.

- Ah.

- Mister Suspido.

- Let me play, I'm going bananas in here.

Come on, I wanna play!

- We have to protect your life,

but we do not have to play with you.

- You know, you cheese balls make me sick!

With your 10 badges and your toy pieces.

I know guys heavyweights, they would ace you all

just for the practice.

- Remember the Half Moon Hotel?

The witness there regarding what was the guy's name?

- Rellas.

- Yeah, we hung him with neckties

and made it look like a suicide.

- Yeah, remember, it wasn't neckties.

- [McNeil] Sure it was.

- No, don't you remember?

They said they found him in the bathtub, drowned.

They blamed him on the sleeping pills.

- You guys don't know squat.

I remember about the Half Moon Hotel.

They threw the canary out the window, 16 floors.

And the officers who were guarding him

just got a slap on the hand.

- What do you figure it is from here to the courtyard?

- Second floor, it's only 20 feet.

- Alright, alright, alright, come on, come on.

Why don't you try it, big talkers?

None of you girl scouts got the guts.

- Please stay away from the window, Mister Suspido,

snipers.

(knocking)

- Get back and stay against the wall.

It's dinner.

- Hooperman?

- Yeah.

12.50.

- I got it.

- Hey!

- The pizza's cold.

- Take it easy, man, cold pizza's okay.

- Why doesn't it smell?

- How would I know?

- [Hooperman] Get in here.

- Hey, hey, hey, I only carry 20 in change,

you can have it all.

- [Pritzger] V\/hat's up, Hoop?

- Open it.

Come on.

Open the box, show us the cold pizza

that doesn't smell like pizza.

Okay,

I'll open it.

- Don't.

It's wired.

Look, what do you want from me?

I told you, the guy gave me 10 bucks

to deliver the pizza.

- [McNeil] Then how did you know it was a bomb?

Don't play us for chumps!

Now, that's a big mistake!

- Hey, hey, there's no need to raise our voices.

He obviously knows we're not chumps, don't you, Jimmy?

Okay, let's be honest.

You just stepped into a major pile of wet brownies,

but you know that.

You're looking at attempted murder

of three police officers, cops, Jimmy.

The system hates that, makes us very cranky.

And there's that poor delivery man you clocked,

he's not your biggest fan.

Plus, you blew a mob hit.

So, we can assume the bad guys are taking you

off their Christmas list,

I don't know, we seem to be your only friends.

- What do you want me to say?

- If you have any information that

a Federal Grand Jury would be interested in hearing,

I could probably parlay that into a good deal for ya.

- On the other hand, we can always

spread the word that you spilled your guts to us.

First day in the joint, you can look forward

to an ice pick in your ribs.

- Well, I don't know if I'd go that far,

but he would.

See, that's the kind of hair pin he is, Jimmy.

- I ain't promising nothing.

But, what kind of deal?

- Jimmy, I'm proud of you.

The truth is your man was only a low level soldier,

a driver who overheard bits and pieces of mob action.

Now, my Mister Pizza is close to the top.

He knows names, he knows dates,

he's admitted to 14 hits and this is just

our first dance.

- V\/hat's the bottom line?

- You take our man, the DA scratches the ADW

and the attempted murder.

- And what do you want?

- Three guesses.

- Hey, my man, what's going on?

These jokers don't tell me nothing.

- I'm your man now, Suspido.

- [Suspido] Eduardo, what's the deal?

- We'll be in touch.

_ Hey, hey!

- Never get involved with the justice department,

they'll break your heart.

- Hooperman, get it over with and get him outta here,

he's stinking up my station.

- [Hooperman] Carmine Suspido,

I'm now placing you under arrest

for violations of section 220, 240, 261, 288A

and 286 of the California penal code.

- No, you're crazy, I'm a federal witness,

I got protection!

- Not anymore.

By the way, thank you for confessing so publicly

and so comprehensibly to the rape charge.

We don't often get help like that, we appreciate it.

Now, I'm sure you know this next part, so,

feel free to sing along.

You have the right to remain silent.

- Hooperman, wait!

Good job with the Suspido thing.

- Thanks, captain.

- You don't know what a relief it was

having that one end right.

Personally, I thought it was hopeless.

- I did too, but we got lucky.

I haven't lost so much sleep over a case in years.

The worst part was having to lie to the victim.

I could see it tearing her apart.

- Why don't you do yourself a favor?

Go call her now.

That way both of you will get a good night sleep.

- You're right.

You know, I,

I know it's probably going to sound

like one of those New Years promises you make

and break the next day,

but I am never lying to anyone ever again.

I mean it, never.

(knocking)

- Who is it?

- [Hooperman] I've come for the mutt.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Come on in for a minute.

Oh, Hooperman, you have been avoiding me.

Does it have anything to do with the other night?

My poem?

Look, I know, the only way to grow as an artist

is if the feedback is truthful.

I want the truth.

- The truth?

Fair enough.

Well, I thought it brought out

the whole urban angst thing,

and that's a good thing to bring out, poetically

in a poem.

- Uh huh.

- Well, the metaphors,

I thought there were a lot of them,

and that's what you need in that kind of piece, isn't it?

- What about imagery?

- That too, I felt there was plenty of that.

- I'll get the dog.

- [Hooperman] What?

Are you upset because I gave you my opinion?

- That was not an opinion,

that was a tap dance worthy of Fred Astaire!

What you really said is my poem stinks.

- That's just your opinion of my opinion.

Truthfully, I felt that some parts

were better than others.

Did you read me the whole thing?

- You know what the problem today is?

The problem today is everybody is a critic,

everybody who can read thinks he can write.

- Now, hold on, just a second--

- You know what you are?

You are a nay sayer.

If I listened to Philistines like you,

I would start writing for the lowest common denominator.

Do me a favor.

- What?

- Just leave,

please!

- Well, I didn't lie, you gotta admit that.

She called me a Philistine.

Do I strike you as a Philistine?

Why am I asking you?

You're probably on her side.

Why do I talk to you?

Oh, my God, I've turned into a pet owner.

Never thought it would happen.

One of those sad little people who sit around

talking to their poodle.

(upbeat saxophone music)