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[theme music]

THEME SONG: I feel abeat on a street tonight.

The lights are bright andit feels all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night,
and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night,
and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night,
and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night,
and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night,
and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night,
and it feels so right.

Hot!

[chattering]

Excuse me, is Doug Penhalland Judy Hoffs around?

- Who are you?
- I'm Dennis Booker.

I used to be assigned here.

We got a big thing
going down at Jefferson.

Try Fuller.He's got the duty roster.

Hey, come on, man.

Let's go.

Saying they can't handleit, then get some backup.

The whole parking
lot on the East Side

has got to be covered.

And you tell Lampson
to keep his blues back.

They smell army uniforms,and this whole operation

is gonna fizzle.

I'll be here.

Hey, Dennis.
- Hey, Captain.

Got a big one, huh?

Yeah, a bunch ofskunks over at Jefferson.

Trafficking in
automatic weapons.

You know, I got a
19-year-old hard case

down there that's pushingmore ordinance than Gaddafi.

You know that young
jerk actually has a--

[phone ringing]

Yeah, Fuller.

No.

Now, the stuff is coming
in in a truck, Larry.

Look, read my lips.

I'm telling you, we don'twant backup within 2 blocks.

I got 16 officers down there.

They can control it, OK?

Yeah.

How many?

No, I'm on it with Hanson.

That's right.

Tell the snipers that
I'm the curly-headed

girl in the black miniskirt.

I'd hate to catch a holefrom one of our long rifles,

you know what I mean?

OK.

Hey.

Hello, Dennis.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just stopped
by to say hi, you know.

Oh.

Well, hi.

Hi.

You OK?

You seem lost.

- Something big, huh?
- Oh, yeah, man.

It's happening.

We got enough adrenaline
pumping in this place

to light up a medium-sized city.

I really gotta go.

Yeah, I know.

You, um-- you wanna havedinner with me tonight?

I'm free.

Yeah.

8:00, on me, Tony's?

Let's make it 9:00.

Paperwork, remember?

9:00.

I-- I remember.

Singer, Anderson, let's go.

Let's get a move on!

Where the hell
you been, Booker?

This is a big operation.

It's supposed to gonedown in less than an hour.

What's your hurry?

It's not even dark out yet.

Cutting it kind of tight, guy.

I'm looking to do a briefing.

We've got codename designationsand a lot of other stuff

to go through.

Codename designations?

What are you talking about?

We're calling this
Operation Nighthawk.

I'm Nighthawk 1.

You're Nighthawk 6.

The guys from security are 2-5.

I've notified the local police.

They've got two units
around the corner.

They're Blue Hawks 1 and 2.

OK.

Nice place you got here, Smitty.

Teshima spares no expense.

Nighthawk, Blue Hawks, huh?

I've had just aboutenough of this cool guy BS.

We need unit designations.

I've read a little about
undercover operations.

Unit designations are
valuable, because these

are open radio channels,
and names and locations

shouldn't be divulged.

Sparks is gonna
monitor the wire.

Sparks?

You mean Danny here?

That's me.

Danny from Miami.

Hang the wire on
this son of a bitch.

I like when he talks that way.

Old Nighthawk 1 don't
get into the field much.

He's getting a slightadrenaline shot to the aorta.

What's to get
adrenalized about?

I see your nerves are on edge.

Yeah.

Having more fun washing dishes.

See you later, sparky

Nighthawks 2 and 3, Iwant you in position now.

Nighthawks 3 and 4, move
around to the other side

of the building.

We don't need
any of this stuff.

I just walk up, take
delivery, cuff 'em.

I know this is way
beneath you, Booker.

It's not the screen
action you're used to.

I know you think we're
just a bunch of idiots

out here playing soldier.

But I take my end of
this very seriously.

We've been losing over $200,000a month in computer hardware.

It's taken me two weeks
to set up this buy.

Now, this guy thinks
you're a fencer.

Let's do it.

I've got the profile.

I want to give you a
rundown on the perp.

The perp, huh?

That's-- that's pretty slick.

One more crack,
mister, I'm gonna give

you a lesson in black belt!

Your middleman says thisguy's name is Chuck Brand.

We ran that through
RNI with the local PD.

Chuck Brand is really a
guy named Bucky Brandt.

Bucky is a hard case, spentfive years in the federal joint

for receiving and trafficking.

I can only assume that means heisn't gonna go easy, no matter

how tough you think you are.

Look, I--

I'm sorry.

I was at my old
unit this afternoon,

and they had a realoperation going down, but--

[chuckling]

I'm sorry, this
doesn't cut it, man.

No sweat.

I'll-- I'll see
this guy, Chucky,

Bucky, whatever his name is.

Here's your buy money.

There's a hundred grand there.

All right.

See ya.

Be careful.

This is Nighthawk 1.

The bird is in free flight.

You Chuck Brand?

Yep.

Booker?

Yeah.

You got the cash?

Let me see the
computers first.

I look like a
dumb-ass to you, Booker?

Yeah, sorta.

Look, the only way
this is gonna work

is if you show me the computers,then I show you the cash.

Yeah, how come?

Because I don't feel
like getting jumped.

It's your play, Chucky.

Take it or leave it,because that's the only way

it's gonna go down.

You got the money?

It's going down.

Get the Blue Hawk units ready.

Do not roll until Booker
has completed the buy.

Hold on a minute.

I wanna count this beforeI give you the computers.

[whirring]

- What's going on?
- He's off the air.

Wire came unstuck.

I gave him $100,000
of Chuck's money.

What do we do?

I don't know.

It's your call, sir.

Uh, don't panic.

Don't panic.
- I'm not panicking.

OK!

Um, um.

We got a problem.

The wire went out.

Maybe you should roll.

No, no, no.

Wait a minute.

Give it a minute.

Damn it.

What do I hear?

MAN [ON RADIO]: We'll move in.

Now for my next trick.

What's that?

You're under arrest, darling.

What's this?

Teshima Security?

You can't arrest me.

Yeah?
Why not?

Because I don't wanna go.

You don't wanna go?

You can always take off.

What?

Take off.

You're gonna shoot
me in the back?

No, that'd be too easy.

You're kidding me.

Go ahead.

Do it.

Do it.

What are you waiting for?

Come on.

Go ahead.

1,001.

1,002.

1,003.

[heart beating]

[panting]

[siren wailing]

[radio chatter]

You're outta here.

So it went down?

You got the bad guys?

Yeah, the Nighthawks
were awesome.

What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.
- Nothing, Dennis?

Come on.

I can tell you're troubled.

You don't trust me
enough to tell me?

You know how many guys werein plaid pants at Chick's party

last week?

What?

Plaid pants.

When I was in the department,nobody wore plaid pants.

We'd kill 'em.

That's it?

Plaid pants?

Yeah.

Plaid pants?

Really, I'll be OK.

Dennis, you're
starting to scare me.

That's nuts.

Sorry, but you asked.

This thing stays in here tillI find out what's going on.

Here you go.

Listen, I'm officer Judy Hoffs.

Call 911.

Tell him an officer needs help.

I'm headed over there right.

A police lady, Officer
Hoffs needs help.

She's headed back
towards the alley.

Hold it, police!

[gunshot]

Stop, police!

[gunshots]

No!

[heart beating]

You OK?

I'm fine.

Just go.- I can't leave you here.

I'm fine, Dennis.

Go!

[siren wailing]

[clattering]

How you doing?

Fine.

Is she OK?

She took a round in herupper thigh, a flesh wound.

She'll be OK.

They're taking her
to county general.

Booker, what are
you doing here?

I was her dinner
date, Captain.

I was waiting inside.

She pulled up out front.

She spotted somebody.

I tried to back her up.

You packing?

No, I left it at the office.

I was grabbing for air, Captain.

All right, well,
you know the drill.

Downtown, fill out a statement.

And Booker, that's all
I want you to fill out.

I mean, I understand thatyou're a friend of Hoffs', but I

don't need a vigilante outthere looking to square things.

You know me.

I'm "By the Book" Booker.- Yeah, right.

Hi, Captain.

Did you want to see the expireebefore he hits the freezer?

What the hell did that?

Tire iron.

Something like that.

Not a flashlight, Captain.

The wound's too
deep, too jagged.

All right.
Thanks, Doc.

All right, Dennis, let's
have the rest of it.

Remember this guy, Lewis.

The Frenchie Sayles
set at Freemont?

Lewis, Lewis.
Yeah, Harmon Lewis.

Was he one of 'em?

Yeah, well-- well,
there's this other guy,

a black guy, had glasses, tall.

I've never seen him before.

Yeah, well, if
it's Harmon Lewis,

that means it's gang action.

Third Street Rollers.

Look, we got a picture bookthat we're putting together

downtown at the crash unit.

Now, I don't know how up to dateit is, but I want you to get

down there, go through it.

See if you can find this
guy with the glasses.

Give us a name to go
with the description.

All right, OK.

I'll do it tonight.

And Booker, I find out you'refooling around on this thing,

you know what happens.

Nothing under my
tree at Christmas?

Worse than that.

I'm gonna chop your treedown and feed it to you, limb

by limb.

Look, I'll check
the crash reports.

I make my statement, I'm
outta there, all right?

So this cop puts Jersey down?

Yeah, Frenchie.

Beat him to death with oneof them flashlights, man.

What's his damn name?

You remember that
bad ass undercover cop

from the riots at Jefferson?

The one that broke Calvin's arm?

Booker.

Well, he's the one, brother.

I tell you what,
homeboy, Mr. Booker

is gonna have to do that dance.

And we're gonna play the music.

Little early to be puttingin for time off, isn't it?

Yeah, but I got
a personal problem,

and I need some time
to deal with it.

[sighs]

I think I'm gonna have
to take this problem

I'm having with you to Chick.

Because, Dennis,
buddy boy, this is

not working out for me at all.

Good, and tell Dehavelen fromme again nice job on the bust.

Chick, apparently
Mr. Booker here needs

two days off due
to the stress of

his overcrowded personal life.

Oh.

OK, Booker, I wasn't
gonna mention this,

but according to Dehavelen,you weren't playing

team ball out there last night.

Apparently, you seemed tothink it was some kind of joke.

You didn't wanna be
correctly briefed.

And if it hadn't been forDehavelen's quick headedness

when your wire went dead,you could very possibly

have been seriously injured.

I need a couple days off.

Maybe instead of two
days off, you should

just take a hike permanently.

Are you firing me, sir?

I never fire anybody.

I'm suggesting that you quit.

And lose my
unemployment insurance?

Come on.

Tough, sharp guy like youdoesn't need unemployment.

I think I'd just rather
have my two days off.

Then you force me tosay that I will find a way

to make your job here ungodly.

And you force me to admitthat these personal problems

I'm having are affecting mymemory of specific events.

Oh?

Like this morning,
I was trying

to remember if-- if Chuck Brandwas really Chuck Brand or--

or Charlie Brandt, or--

or-- or Chucky Lucky, orwhether he was in the van

or just leaning
against it, or when

I asked him if he had thegoods, he might have said yes.

But then again, he might havesaid he never saw it before.

But I know if I had a
couple days off to deal

with my personal problem,my memory would come back

clear and strong, so I could bean effective witness in court.

So I assume I have
my two days off.

I'll see you guys Monday.

The kid is quick and sharp.

He could be a hell
of a resource,

if we could get him hosed down.

I know.

Somehow, I think that could bea lot harder than it might look.

MAN [ON PA SYSTEM]: Dr.
Winter to OR 3, please.

Dr. Winter to OR 3.

Hey.

Dennis, you're a mad man.

I didn't know what to buy you,so I got you these going bears.

And the lady at the storesaid these praline things

are really good, you know.

Oh, this guy, this
is my favorite.

I don't know what you
even call him, but--

Fuzzy!

Fuzzy, yeah.

Have Hanson or Harry
or Penhall been by?

Yeah, they came
by this morning.

They made a big
deal about it too.

It is a big deal.

You got shot.

It's a big deal.

Not that I would know,
but it's a big deal.

How you doing, Judy?

I'm doing fine.

Much better now.

I'd sure like to get the
hell outta here, though.

I checked the crashbooks, and he wasn't there.

Are you sure you can't ID him?

Why are you
doing this, Dennis?

You're acting like younever turned in your badge,

and I wanna know why.

Uh, I got my reasons.

And you for one, you
know, I just gotta

get a handle on what happened.

I mean, who got
you, who got Jersey.

I lay odds it was Harmon Lewisand this other kid saw it.

Dennis, yesterday, when
you came by Jump Street,

you had a look in your eyes,a lost look, like the things

you were living for were gone.

I've seen that look
before, Dennis.

I've seen it in other
guys who pulled the pin.

You get addicted to the
adrenaline, the pump.

Once it's gone, you miss it.

You start doing crazy stuffto try to get it back.

Don't let that happen to you.

Listen, I'll--
I'll get it together.

You know, none of us
can do this forever.

And nothing is sadder thana 50-year-old street monster

looking for action.

We've all gotta
move on sometime.

You know, yesterday, I
had this guy, you know.

And I let him go just
so I could chase him.

Judy, that scared
the hell outta me.

I mean, I've never
done that before.

Well, as long as you'reworried about it, you're OK.

I dunno.

I-- I hope so.

I, uh-- I'm just glad
I came up here today.

I really needed to
talk to somebody,

and, uh, you've helped me.

We've helped each other.

You're right.

Listen, I'm gonna
stay out of it.

I'm gonna take these two days,relax, get my head together.

Then I'm gonna go back tothe Teshima Corporation

and really make a
go of it, you know?

Now you're talking.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey, man.

Dennis.

How are you doing?

How's she doing?

Uh, pretty good, pretty good.

Uh, listen, I gotta--

I gotta go.

So, uh, I'll see ya.

OK.

Is he pumping you
for information?

He says he's gonna give it up.

But you don't believe him?

I don't know, Captain.

He's hurting.

I mean, it's more than
just missing the job.

He's not even sure
who is anymore.

Aren't you guys
a little early?

I thought the party wasn'ttill Saturday night.

The party is tonight.

Outside in my glass house.

Let's go.

Is there something goingon here I should know about?

You killed Jersey
Nichols, man.

Jersey was in our set.

That means you're gonna
have to take the pledge.

You coming, or you
wanna eat it here?

I'm coming.

[gunfire]

[heart beating]

[siren wailing]

Can you guys call CaptainFuller at Jump Street.

Tell him Booker
needs to see him.

I got a big problem.

Come on, Booker.

They kicked your
door in on you, babe.

And you're trying to
tell me you're not

messing around with this thing?

They think I killed
Jersey Nichols.

They what?

I was in the alley, Captain.

One of them killed
him, and now they're

trying to put it off on me.

Look, Look, Dennis,
maybe you should

just take off for a while.

I mean, if these guys
have targeted you--

I'm not running, Captain.

I'm gonna find out who thatkid is with the glasses.

No luck with the picturesfrom the crash unit?

No, they just started.

They got nothing.

[sighs]

I know I'm gonna regret
this, 'cause I'm getting

this urge to help you.

- Go for it.
- All right, listen.

I hear there's this guy downtownwith the juvie office, right.

He's kept a pretty
good set of records.

He's got photos from
the big peace powwow

that the churches set
up down there last year.

Took the pictures himself.

But the guy is a big jerk,and he's got a problem.

Let me talk to him.

All right, I'll make the call.

But the word is, he'sleaving the juvie office.

Seems he dusted up one of hisarrestees a couple of months

ago.
There was a hearing.

It got swept under the rug.

He's retiring at the
end of this month.

I think they forced it on him.

So I don't know whatyou're gonna get from him.

I really need to
talk to him, Captain.

Hoffs thinks you'reliving for the pump, Dennis.

She's wrong.

You're having
adrenaline withdrawal.

You're wrapped up with
the 3rd Street Rollers,

and you're telling me it's gotnothing to do with the pump?

You're becoming a
handful, Booker.

I'm under control.

If that changes, I'll pullout, and I'll let you know.

OK.

I'll set it up with
the juvie officer.

His name is Ray Dewey.

Call my office in the morning.

Officer Dewey, I know
you got those pictures

of the 3rd Street Rollers.

Yeah?

Who told you that?

Fuller.

This place is full of BS.

I ain't got no
pictures of nothing.

You see that, Booker?

Yeah.

That is time marching on.

You can't beat it.

So you should take
it more easy, guy.

Relax.

You live long enough toretire like old Dewey's gonna

do in two weeks and five days.

If I can't see the pictures,I wanna see Harmon Lewis.

Take at look at thissweet old Chris-Craft, kid.

Can't you imagine yourselfon the bridge of this baby?

What do you say?

I don't wanna see
pictures of boats.

I wanna see Harmon Lewis.

I didn't take our
Jersey Nichols.

The coroner's
report proves that.

Now, it was either you orthat other guy with glasses.

I don't know nobody
with no glasses.

And as far as I'm concerned,it was you who did Jersey.

That's what the
Rollers know, man.

It was you in the
seat, dude, not me.

That a threat, Mr. Lewis?

'Cause if it is, I can
do the rat-a-tat-tat

on your sorry ass.

Yeah, I heard all
about you, Dewey.

You kick ass on
guys in handcuffs,

because that's the kind ofsorry piece of dirt you are.

I ain't taking no
smart mouth off of you!

My sister could bounceyour porky butt from here

to the East Side, chubs.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah?

How do you like this, huh?- Cool it!

Would you cool it?

Who the hell is chaperoningwho around here?

That piece of sour
meat, I ain't taking

no more from those animals.

I wanna see the pictures now.

I ain't got no pictures.

Just-- just get
outta here, Booker.

Two assaults on juvenilesin the last month?

You ain't gonna say nothing.

These guys are
trying to kill you.

I'm not above
turning you in, Dewey.

Now, I wanna see
the pictures now.

I don't have them here.

I'll meet you someplace else.

The parking lot
across from Antonio's.

Uh, around lunchtime.

OK.

[phone ringing]

Fuller.

Captain, get Raymond
Dewey out of there fast.

Get him an early retirement.

What happened?

BOOKER [ON PHONE]:
Nothing, just do it.

He's coming unwrapped.

Getting a look at
one of the old soldiers

with adrenaline burnout, Booker?

I'm not gonna turn
into that, Captain.

OK, thanks for the tip.

I'll do what I can.

Did you get anything?
- I don't know.

It's too soon to tell.

I'll let you know later.

But I need another favor.

I need the autopsyfolder on Jersey Nichols.

Complete with all
the morgue photos.

That's a damn creepy request.

It's a damn creepy
city, Captain.

Talk to you later.

Who's that?
- That's David Sand.

He's new.

He's still a pledge, goingthrough the initiation rituals.

He was in on that gun storerobbery where House got shot.

It's probably part
of his initiation.

Uh-huh.

I want you to give
me the pictures now.

Why?

So I can give 'em
to the crash unit.

15 years I put in
down here, working

with the dregs of society.

And now, because I
lose it once, they--

they shoved me out.

Well, you lost
it yesterday too.

And who knows how many
times before that?

Sometimes-- sometimes, Ineed the release, you know?

So I bounce a kid around who'snothing more than a killer.

So maybe that makes him takeit a little more seriously.

You know better than me.

I heard about you.

You're just another guy whogot bounced off the job.

You're wrong, Dewey.

I'm not like you.

Now, why don't you give
me the pictures now?

You want these pictures?

Why don't you try to take'em from me, tough guy?

Huh?

You know, yesterday
I might have tried,

but I'm not gonna do
it that way today.

I ain't gonna give my
tools to the next guy.

I'll burn 'em before I
give 'em to those jerks.

Think about it, Ray.

Are you sure this is
the way you want it?

You're making a big mistake.

Thanks for your
help on David Sand.

[knocking on door]

[dog barking]

I know you.

You're a police officer.

I'm not a police officeranymore, Mrs. Nichols.

I need your help, ma'am.

I need to find out where the3rd Street Rollers hang out.

They're trying to kill
me, and, uh, I need

to talk to Frenchie Sayles.

Then you're a fool.

Maybe so, but I can't
live my life hiding.

I think I understand howyour son was killed and why.

Does it matter anymore?

Is it gonna make him
come home for dinner?

Will it get him up
out of the grave?

No, but it might
keep me out of mine.

Why should I care about that?

I don't know.

I guess I had a feeling
maybe you would.

It's only been two
days since your,

uh, son died, Mrs. Nichols.

It would really mean
a lot to me if--

if you'd tell me.

You know, I really can't go doorto door in this neighborhood.

Try the warehouse
on 61st Street.

But if you go there, you'recrazier than they are.

And God have mercy on your soul.

Thanks for your
blessing, Mrs. Nichols.

And I'm sorry about your son.

I promise, I'll find
out who killed him.

As of today, Sandman,you are no longer a pledge.

You have reached
the family place

with Frenchie's legendaryset of the 3rd Street

Rolling Thunder Rollers.

Hey.

We roll for life.

This is it, huh?

This is what it's all about.

What are you saying, Booker?

This feeling, man, right now.

That's why you'd
do anything crazy.

Go ahead, say it, man.

And you better say it good.

MAN: I swear to God, brother.

I came here to tell you
what happened to Jersey.

Man, we know what
happened to Jersey.

You offed him.

He jumped him, and
beat his head in.

With this, man?

Because this is all I
was carrying that night.

That's enough to beat a manto death with, and you know it.

But I can prove thiswasn't what killed Jersey.

We got bros who can
prove you a damn liar!

Then bring on your witnesses.

Give Booker his day in court.

Harmon, Sandman!

Why are we playing
this dude's game, man?

He ain't a cop no more.

We ought to be
nailing him to a wall,

not playing his damn game!

Yeah right

Who's chief, Mr. Sayles?

Run it down, Harmon.

Run it down, homie.

Right now!

Flashlight goes
off in my eyes.

Jersey knocks that lady
cop down, grabs her gun

and, bam, it goes off.

Then he comes running outwith that same flashlight.

Then we split.

Then we were waiting.

Jersey tells me to
sprint across the alley

so I can draw this pig out.

And he was still up
when I did just that.

Wasn't he, David?
Tell 'em!

That's right.

Me and Jersey waited
till Harmon split.

Then I took off the other way.

I was supposed to draw himin, so Jersey could unload.

But he got Jersey by surpriseand beat him with this thing.

MAN: That's right.

One less Roller, right?

Tell 'em what you saw, David.

Don't look at Harmon, man.

I saw what Harmon said I saw.

Then why did I
come here, then, Huh?

What, do I got some kindof death wish or something?

Yeah, I think maybe you do.

Maybe you're stupid enough
to think we're gonna let

your punk ass walk outta here.

[chattering]

Before you try, Frenchie,take a look at these, man.

Take a look at 'em.

They're all X-rated.

That's Jersey on the table.

Look at your main man, Jersey.

Pretty, right?

Whatever killed
him split his skin

and sliced his skull
right at the side.

Now, there's no way
this could do that.

Better prove it to me, Booker.

Go ahead, and just
like the pictures,

hit it right on the side.

Go ahead.

Look at the pictures, man.

Try again.

Hold it.

Use this.

Hit that sucker!

It was dumb to bring thatpry bar back here, man.

You should have dropped itwhere you dropped Jersey.

[chattering]

None of this is proof.

He just must have it Jerseywith something, is all.

Maybe he didn't even havethat dang flashlight!

No, he had it.

It was in his hand.

I saw it when I
went over the roof,

when I left you with Jersey.

You and Jersey, Sandman.

You had the tool.

Yeah, that's right.

You brought it back to
us all nice and clean.

Then you gave us your storyabout how Booker did it.

Yeah!

Yeah, come on!

Why, man?

Why couldn't you
just leave it alone?

[heart beating]

Don't take another step, man!

'Cause I wanna
kill you real bad.

No one's moving, all right?

Just take it easy, OK?

It's not OK.

It's not OK, man.

Maybe it would have been OK.

And maybe wouldn't have been.

But you kept pushing
and pushing, man!

Like you're out of
your freaking mine!

Going to Jersey's mom's
house and coming here?

Jersey wanted me to
shoot you, Booker.

And if I would have had theheart, I would have done it,

and you'd be dead right now.

He tried to make me take
the stinking gun, man!

And he hits me like
I'm some freaking hid!

So I hit him.

I hit him, but I killed me!

[heart beating]

No!

[gunshot]

Hey.

Hello.

How you doing?

Oh.

I'll pull the car around.

OK, thanks a lot.

Thanks, see ya.

Hey, look.

Yeah.

Oh, Dennis, can I
just stop for a sec?

All right.

Hey, I heard about David Sand.

I'll get it sorted out.

Two questions,
from someone who only

read about it in the paper.

When you went down there,were you looking for action?

I was scared.

My heart was pounding, but--but it was solid, you know?

Solid?

The thing that tears me upis, David Sand saved my life

by killing Jersey, and--

and I took David's life by--

by pressing for the
answer, you know?

Second question--

Who do you think is gonnagive you absolution for this?

Only God, Dennis.

You have to find
it inside yourself.

I keep wondering
if-- if I would

have played it differently.

I mean, he'd still be alive.

You did your best.

You tried to fix it.

You proved who killed
Jersey Nichols.

Don't make the mistake oftrying to be the savior too.

So, uh, what do I do now?

On with your life.

Keep moving forward.

Look for the things that count.

And don't stop
being Dennis Booker.

But no one can see
around corners, Dennis.

Not even me.

I was afraid to
just open it, in case

there was a bomb inside.

A bomb?

Well, yeah.

I mean, the note
"says rest in peace."

I mean, that's some
kind of threat, no?

Dewey.

Aren't you gonna
call the bomb squad?

Nah, this stuff is
explosive, but it's

not gonna go off in here.

Pictures.

Yeah, pictures.

Captain Fuller, please.

[phone ringing]

Fuller.

Hey, Captain, this is Booker.

Listen, Ray Dewey sent
me his long lens shots

of the 3rd Street Rollers.

Can you send a guy over totake 'em to the crash unit?

And how did you get those?

I thought he was gonna
take them with him.

Yeah, me too.

But

Nobody can see around corners.

I'll see you.

Check the calendar.

Looks like I'm back on the job.

[phone ringing]

BOOKER [ON ANSWERING MACHINE]:Hi, you have 555-7867.

Leave your name and
number after the beep,

and I will get back to you.

Thanks.

CHICK [ON PHONE]: Hey, Booker.

Uh, this is Chick Sterling.

Sorry it's not the kind ofcall that you were expecting.

Uh, I need you.

I heard you were in, but
then they said you left.

Now, listen, I got
a big litigation

you gotta get working on ASAP.

We don't quit at 5:00
around here, Booker.

This is a 24-hour a day
multinational company.

Now get in here, kid.

I want you in here
as soon as possible.

If you can't come in,
call me immediately

and I'll fill you
in on the details.

Now, expedience is
the key on this one,

and we've, uh, wasted enoughtime, so please call now.

Bye.

[hangs up]

[theme music]

THEME SONG: I feel abeat on a street tonight.

The lights are bright andit feels all right tonight.

It's a hot summer night,
and I'm ready tonight.

It's a hot summer night,
and it feels so right.

It's a hot summer night,
and I'm ready tonight.