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- Gus Trankis has taken all he's gonna take.

If anybody could pull of this contract, it's Gus.

- Gus is at the door and he's drunk.

Now what is she plannin' on doin',

havin' a shootout with her mother's doctor?

I love this division.

More killings and shootings down here than any other.

- He was my partner.

I owe him.

Partners don't owe, they just do.

Let me buy you lunch.

You said they had great egg salad sandwiches here.

They don't even have egg salad in that machine, Hunter!

- Works for me.

- If you're looking for a good bust, go someplace else!

- Don't do it, Gus.

- Works for me.

- Hello?

Dee Dee?

Open this door, Marilyn!

- Dee Dee, it's Marilyn.

Gus is at the door and he's drunk.

What do you want me to do, Marilyn?

It's not even 5:30 in the morning.

I can't call the police, you know?

I can't call the police.

Not after what happened.

- Okay, look,

I'll be there in five minutes.

Open this door or I'll take it off its hinges!

- Look, Gus, just go away!

I'll talk to you later!

I'm not messin' around here, I want in!

Let me in, dammit!

You open your mouth, Marilyn,

and I'll fill it with dirt.

I am not kiddin'!

I mean it!

- How things goin', Gus?

- Oh, this is great.

This is great, Marilyn.

You called this bag of puke over here to save you.

- Come on, Gus, get out.

I put it on the air comin' over here.

In a couple of minutes,

we'll be up to our ears in blues.

- That's right, that's your story, isn't it?

You ratted me out once.

Why not keep up the pressure?

I'm not above much these days, McCall.

Maybe I oughta hang one on you.

- Cut your losses, Gus.

Get out.

- Sorry, Gus.

I was afraid.

- Let it happen.

Let is all happen.

If it goes down crooked, that's fine.

I'll take you both with me.

I'll take 'em all with me.

I don't care.

- You didn't call 'em, did you, Dee Dee?

I said no police.

- No, I didn't call 'em.

- I don't know what do.

You know, I just can't take this.

- When I came in I heard him say

that if you told anybody what he told you,

he'd kill you.

Look, Marilyn, what's goin' on?

- I can't, I just...

I just want to get out of this.

- If you don't tell me, I can't help him or you.

- What did this to him, Dee Dee?

What turned him into this?

- Come in.

Terwilliger!

How you doin'?

- How am I doing, sir?

Well, sir, I'm doing wonderfully.

I've been getting what can only be described

as rather massive breaks on all my cases

and I've been putting in a lot of overtime.

I'm on my own time, sir.

I've been clocking out first.

I've been working on some special projects

and I recently read the mayor's very moving speech

on cleaning up the city.

Graffiti, defacing and so forth.

And I've been trying to work up a program to deal with that.

Once again, on my own time.

Saturday work and so forth.

- Excuse me, Bernie.

I'm fascinated, of course.

I'm gonna have to reassign you this morning.

- Don't tell me, sir,

that my transfer to Public Relations has come through.

- McCall called in this morning.

She's gonna take a week sick leave.

I'm gonna sign you up with Hunter.

- With Hunter?

Very well, sir.

- You know what this is, Bernie?

That is a small spiral notebook.

- No!

It was a small spiral notebook.

What it is now is a deficient procedure

and malperformance log on Sgt. Rick Hunter.

I want every one of his departmental infractions

in this book.

If he goes to buy a candy bar without going code seven,

I want it in the book.

What you're holding, Terwilliger,

is the most important exhibit

in Hunter's dismissal board hearing.

How you fill those pages

will determine the success of that hearing.

Okay, Bernie?

- Sir,

I take this as a vote of confidence in my performance.

- Right now, Hunter's in the coffee room

jamming jelly donuts in his face.

Have fun.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Bring me back a flounder, Bernie!

I'm countin' on ya.

Have you signed in with the watch commander yet?

- You talking to me, Bernie?

- Yes.

No, I sign in on the way out like everybody else.

It is 8:05.

That makes you late for work, Hunter.

- I know, Bernie.

But I make up for it with my style, zest, nerve

and quality busts.

8:05 is 8:05.

- Eight sharp is eight sharp.

- Am I missing something here, Bernie?

Are you working on another brown bag special

to help get yourself transferred to PR?

- That's very funny.

Public relations serves as a necessary link

between the practical business of the street

and the public perception of police business.

- It's a real hellhole over there, Bernie.

I hear they lost a guy just last week.

- Shot?

- Bad shrimp.

- We are going to be partnered for a while,

so I think we can dispense with the ho-hum humor.

It really doesn't amuse me at all.

- I'm partnered with McCall, Bernie.

- If you signed in with the watch commander

as prescribed in departmental policy,

you would then be aware that Sgt. McCall

is now on a week of sick leave.

Therefore, they have assigned you to me.

- Give me watch commander.

Hi, Skipper, this is Hunter.

What's this about McCall bein' on sick leave?

Well did she say what was wrong?

Oh, well I know that.

Thanks.

- Since I am senior in days on the job,

I will take the lead position in our little team of two.

- Did she say what was wrong? - I haven't a clue.

Maybe she got some bad shrimp.

- She's not answering her phone.

- You were trying to call Sgt. McCall?

- I was tryin' to, Bernie.

- Isn't that using a department phone for personal business?

- She's my partner. - Correction.

She is an officer who is unassigned and on sick leave.

Therefore, she is not currently on active duty.

Your trying to phone her is in violation

of departmental phone regs.

- Is this what I'm in for today, Bernie?

I've always thought that a rule-conscious officer

makes fewer mistakes.

I've tried to run my career along those lines.

- Got it.

- Clear us, will you, Sergeant?

- This is L-56.

Clear and rolling out.

L-56, roger.

- You are L-56.

This unit is my unit.

I am the senior officer here.

I am L-28.

Clear L-28, if you please.

What are you doing, Hunter?

- This is Dee Dee's house.

She was filling out yesterday's reports.

Now you don't want us not to file her police reports,

do you, Bernie?

- Alright, but make it quick, will ya?

I'm Rick Hunter, where's Dee Dee?

- Um...

I'm sorry, I don't know.

- I'm her partner.

- Oh.

Well, she went to visit her mother in Portland.

I thought she was sick, she took sick leave.

- Oh, well her mother is sick, that's why she's in Portland.

I've seen you someplace before.

We've met haven't we?

- I'm Marilyn Sangster, I'm an old friend of Dee Dee's.

She's letting me stay here while she's out of town.

- Her mother, huh?

- What...

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

- Just get out of here.

- She took her police-issue .38,

as well as a belly gun .25.

Now what is she planning on doing,

having a shoot out with her mother's doctor?

- I can't tell, I promised.

- If she calls in, tell her I was here.

Have her call me.

I have a new unit designation, L-28.

It's important, Marilyn.

I know we've met.

- I don't think so.

- Well?

She wasn't home, I couldn't get the reports.

- We're going to the park across from the mayor's office.

Let's go, Sergeant.

- We're going where?

- You'll see, it's a special project of mine.

See the graffiti on that tree there?

Over there on that monument

and all the way across the park

all over the mayor's office?

Graffiti everywhere you look.

Defaces everything.

You know what we're going to do about it?

- We're gonna find out who's doing all this street art

and start handing down citations, right, Bernie?

- I can tell from the tone of your voice

you don't think this is very important, do you?

- Let me put it to you more plainly, Bernie.

I think this is absurd.

I'm a homicide detective.

And what's with all the writing in the book?

- Why don't you take the right-hand side of the park?

I'll take the left-hand side.

Talk to the people.

Get a description, we'll catch these punks.

Crime doesn't pay.

Not in my city.

Let's move out, Sergeant.

I don't believe I'm doing this.

- Records and Identification, Officer Smith.

- Hiya, Smitty, this is Hunter.

Run an ex-cop by the name of Gus Trancus for me, would ya?

I think he was on-duty here in Los Angeles

a couple of years ago.

Yeah.

I think he went before a shooting review board

and got dismissed.

- You wanna hold?

It'll just take a minute to punch it up.

Yeah, I got a couple of minutes comin'.

Simon didn't say you could do that.

- Simon?

- Meet Simon.

Simon says go directly to jail.

Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.

I'll have one with mustard and sauerkraut, please.

- Okay, Hunter, I got him.

Well, you're right.

He got thrown off the force.

Killed a guy in an alley.

He claimed self-defense but

they seem to think that he planted a gun on a guy

after he shot him.

- Was his wife's maiden name Marilyn Sangster?

- Yeah, that's her.

Wait a minute, here's something funny.

You know who his first partner was?

- McCall?

- That's right, the old brass cupcake.

- Yeah, what else ya got?

- He was a private dick for six months.

And then he lost his license.

- Any known associates?

- Yeah, one.

A guy named Brian Carmichael.

Works as a bartender in a dive over in the 77th Division

known as The Irish Rose.

Trancus got in a fight in there not too long ago,

broke the place up pretty good.

This guy Carmichael, he refused to file charges.

- Okay, Smitty, thanks.

Oh.

Send a black-and-white over to the park

opposite the mayor's office for a little bit of cleanup,

would ya?

- How'd you do, Hunter?

- Cookin', Bernie.

Really cookin'.

Looks like this stuff is being painted on

by a street gang called the Stilettos.

Oughta be a lotta fun catching these punks, Bernie.

Dodgin' their switchblades

and pryin' spray cans outta their hands.

- That's not our job.

Let the blues roll on the bust

when we find out who's doin' it.

- Oh, yeah, I lost my head there for a minute, Bernie.

Sorry.

Let me buy you lunch.

It's been a hard morning.

I know a great restaurant, best food in Los Angeles.

A little place called The Irish Rose.

- Okay, Hunter, thanks!

- Hey, listen, what's a partner for

if he can't buy lunch every once in a while, huh?

Boy, this place is really out of the way,

isn't it, Hunter?

Yeah, I know, that's why I like it.

Treat you like a king in this place, Bernie.

- This isn't the 77th Division, is it?

- Toughest damn division in Los Angeles.

I love this division.

More killings and shootings down here than any other.

I wouldn't be surprised

if we end up dumping a couple of hardballs during lunch.

- Couldn't just go to the Universal Grille, could we?

- You're gonna love this place, Bernie.

Best kitchen in Los Angeles.

Hey, look here, Bernie.

Maybe we can ask some questions

while we're having somethin' to eat.

- There's no kitchen here, Hunter.

This is a bar.

- See this sandwich vending machine here, Bernie?

The best egg salad sandwiches in Los Angeles

come outta that machine.

- Hunter, what are you doing?

- Talk about coincidences, Bernie.

I think that's my sick partner, Dee Dee McCall,

over there at the end of the bar.

We should be in the Valley working on my case.

Instead, you bring me to this slum capital of Los Angeles

to check on your crazy partner!

- Hi, fellas.

Lookin' for a little fun?

- McCall, I have no...

- Your friend behind the bar just went for the phone.

I'm sorry but I think we may have burned ya.

- Well I wasn't getting anywhere anyway.

This might work out better.

- What is going on?

Sorry, it's none of your business.

It's personal.

- Marilyn Trancus is in your apartment.

Gus was your first partner

and he used to hang out at this bar

with a guy named Carmichael.

Now, my guess is Carmichael

is the big, fat ugly guy behind the bar

with the sweat-stained T-shirt

and a bar rag hangin' over his shoulder.

- Shoulda known better than to try to

slide one past you, Hunter.

What are you two talking about?

Wait a minute.

What is going on here?

- This whole bar's gonna turn upside-down

in about three or four minutes.

- Less.

- I wanna talk to you.

Outside.

- Maybe I don't wanna go.

- Leave us alone, we are...

- You're goin'.

- Mister...

- Get up!

Come on.

You, too.

Over the table.

Come on!

Spread 'em.

Do me a favor, would ya, Bernie?

Read this stiff his rights before he comes to.

Lord, that smarts.

I can't see anything through it.

I can't see anything at all.

- Here, Bernie, let me take a look.

- No, no, no, don't even come near me.

- I was just tryin' to help.

- You've done quite enough already

and it'll all be in my report, alright?

- What's that, Bernie?

That you and I went to lunch and

a couple of hardballers tried to introduce baseball bats

to the backs of our heads?

- You said we were going to have lunch.

You said they had food here.

You said they had great egg salad sandwiches here.

They don't even have egg salad in that machine, Hunter!

- Oh, that must be the bar on Third Street.

- You're going to be up on the carpet for this one, Hunter.

Where is my log book?

All I know is my partner and I stopped for lunch.

You voluntarily entered the bar,

walked into the middle of a 245.

And as a good police officer,

attempted to apprehend the assailants.

That's what goes in my report, Bernie,

along with the fact that you attempted

to flee the scene of a crime in progress.

- What?!

- And failed to respond to the help

of a fellow officer in distress.

- That is nonsense, Hunter.

How did I get this if I wasn't involved?

You got it tryin' to duck out the door, Bernie.

- I've taken all of this from you two that I'm gonna take.

I'm going back to the precinct house right now!

Let's go, mister, let's go.

Move it!

Let's go.

- Hunter...

- I'd have a talk with this guy at the bar

before Bernie comes back.

Gus Trancus, I'm looking for him.

- We're all looking for something, lady.

I don't know!

Come on, you guys supposed to be cops?

You're supposed to be a bartender.

But now you're gonna be a convict

for assaulting a police officer.

- I didn't know.

Honest!

Hey, look.

Gus told me that there might be

some friends of his comin' around.

The kind of friends you don't wanna know about!

Well it couldn't be us, could it?

I mean Gus is just dyin' to hear from us, right?

- You made a phone call, where's the number?

- Over by the telephone.

It's no good, though.

It was disconnected when I called.

Hey, listen.

Gus gave me that number a long time ago

and I haven't heard from him in a long time.

I'm playin' aces up with ya, really I am.

- You give me a call if Gus checks in.

- Sure, sure, no sweat, no sweat.

Look, I had to do what I did.

Gus is a buddy of mine.

Hey, you'd do the same thing

if you had a friend that was in trouble.

Wouldn't ya?

Hunter, will you get off my back?

What I'm doin' is personal.

I don't need you butting in.

- Well looks like you coulda used someone a few minutes ago.

- I was doin' fine until you showed up.

- You are not doing fine.

And Marilyn Trancus is in your apartment

and she's not doin' so hot either.

I think you need help.

Now I wanna help you out of whatever mess you're in

so I can get rid of Bernie.

Hunter, I need space on this one.

- I know you're looking for Gus Trancus.

I mean what kinda trouble is this guy in

that you want to keep so secret?

- He told Marilyn he took a contract.

- A contract?

- At least that was the word he used.

It could mean anything,

but after he told her,

he practically beat her to death

to keep her from repeating it to anybody.

I gotta go.

- No, hold on.

Go home and wait for me.

I'll dump Bernie and I'll come back and pick you up.

Hunter, I didn't ask for your help.

Well you just don't know how to ask for help.

- Look who's talkin'.

- Bernie!

Bernie, you okay?

Musta had hidin' in the shadows.

They jumped me all at once.

- Shadows?

Bernie, it's broad daylight.

Come on, Hunter.

I'm wounded.

Caught me where I was most vulnerable.

From the blind side.

Where have you been all this time,

leaving me out here with two dangerous prisoners?

Oh, yeah, you're right, Bernie.

I guess I should have been out here.

After all, they were only handcuffed, right?

- The number was a phone that he had in a room,

but the phone company disconnected it

because of non-payment of the bills two days ago.

I am really not in the mood for this right now.

Well you're the one that thought

Trancus might recognize your car.

Where to now?

- I'm dry on this.

I thought for sure I'd get a line on Gus

out of The Irish Rose.

- You'll think of somethin'.

You spent a lot of time with this guy.

After all, you were partners for years.

- We were more than partners.

We were a real team, Hunter.

I was fresh out of the academy.

Gus taught me so much.

Showed me the streets.

We made a pact, we were gonna do it together.

Together we were gonna make a difference.

Looking back, I guess we never really did think alike.

After the shooting review board washed Gus out,

I never wanted another partner.

I never wanted to get that close

to anybody I worked with again.

- He's capable, isn't he?

I mean, he could take a hit contract, couldn't he?

- Yeah, I gotta get to him.

I gotta help him, Hunter.

- There's gotta be somethin' you're not clickin' on.

You know, I mean...

What about the cases you had together?

The little things you pick up.

- Oh, dammit, Hunter.

The Magistretti hit,

- The bullet from Chicago who took out East Side Charlie?

- Whenever a button man comes to town

or someone goes to ground,

procedure is a search of all

flops houses and apartments, right?

- Right.

Well the thing that impressed both me and Gus

was that this guy who hit East Side Charlie

came to town and rented an office.

I mean, you never think of offices for lease.

How many of them are there that never get checked?

You think?

- Works for me.

- Executive Realty, this is Terry.

Hi, Terry, this is Gus Trancus.

Gus Trancus...

Oh, yes, of course.

How do you do, Mr. Trancus.

- Well, I really don't know.

I haven't received those lease agreements yet.

Is there some problem?

- Problem? Well, no.

I don't see how there could be a problem.

You know, I could have sworn that those leases

came back with the signatures.

Hold on just a minute and I'll check.

- Alright.

- Why are we doing this?

You wanna tell me that?

- You wanna find Gus Trancus?

- Well why don't we just go down there,

flash our badges and ask them?

- Why don't I just take out a billboard ad

and say, "Hey, Gus, the heat's on!"

- Mr. Trancus?

- Yes?

- Well I don't understand.

I have those signed leases right here in front of me.

- Would you hold please?

'Til I get my secretary on the line?

Thank you.

Come on.

- Yes, hello, this is Annie.

Oh, hi, Annie.

- Hi.

Apparently, I have lost all the lease agreements.

You see, I was out of the office last week,

and there was a temp in.

- Tell me about it.

- Oh, honey, I know, I know.

Now, let's see, it was a Studio City duplex.

Oh, no, this is for the Century City high-rise.

21250 Century Park East,

Suite 810.

- Well there you go.

You see, I told him he was going crazy over nothing.

I have those leases.

It's the Studio City duplex lease that's lost.

Well that'll teach me to go on vacation, huh?

Right.

Bye bye!

- Well?

21250 Century Park East.

- Made it!

Don't slam it!

- I can't! - Hey, hey, hey!

Loosen up, Sergeant.

- Why?

- Well you know why.

This is no way to go in there to face this guy.

- What are you talkin' about?

- You know exactly what I'm talkin' about.

Reign it in, do the job.

You lead with your emotions and you won't be in control.

- I am totally in control.

You don't like the way I'm handling this case,

you can wait in the car.

- Well I can't.

The door won't open.

Come on.

- I don't believe it.

- Trick or treat, Gus.

- Peddle it next door.

- That's a sucker bet, Gus.

- Well, you did it again, didn't ya, honey?

Went and brought in the heat.

Hunter's just here as a friend.

- Hers, not yours, meatball.

- Hunter, please.

What the hell's goin' on, Gus, huh?

What are you doin'?

- What the hell do you care?

- I do care!

It cost me a lot to find you!

I care a lot and so does Marilyn!

- I got a lotta carin' from the two of ya.

Up to here, I got your carin'.

If you're lookin' for a good bust, go someplace else.

- Don't do it, Gus.

- I don't know what you're talkin' about.

And I don't need a license for this thing.

- What kind of huntin' do you plan on to do with this, Gus?

Take your friend and shove off!

- Let me help you, Gus.

- When I needed your help, you weren't there.

When I needed you to stand up for me,

you folded like a bad poker hand!

- I did what I had to do.

I couldn't lie and you wouldn't have wanted me to.

- Aren't you livin' in some fairy tale?

I was one of the best damn cops on the force.

I was first in my class out of the academy.

'Cause I was doin' my job,

'cause I wasted some slob,

I end up jockeying the unemployment line!

Take this broad and get out of here!

- Gus, for God's sakes.

You can't go through with this.

I know you and you can't!

- You never knew me.

And I never knew you, honey.

I thought I told you to get out.

She doesn't want to hear, right?

She thinks you're gonna talk to me.

Man to man, maybe?

- I'm gonna talk to you cop to creep.

That lady out there gives a damn about you.

Why is beyond me.

But she's just tryin' to flag you off the track

to keep you from hittin' the wall.

- Come on.

We're both big boys, Hunter.

We both know what's goin' on out there.

You know what happened to me,

exactly what always happens to guys like me.

Like us.

- Don't flatter yourself, pal.

You and I are nothin' alike.

- All I can tell you, Hunter, is watch out.

She'll do you like she did me.

- She didn't send me in here, Trancus.

I'm not in here to save you.

I'm in here to let you know this is a hard contract.

You're gonna feel my breath right down your neck.

And when you look down,

my shadow's gonna be blockin' out yours.

And when you stop to look back,

I'm gonna steamroll right over the top of you.

All that's gonna be left

is somethin' for the dogs to lap up.

- You don't breathe heavy on me and I fold.

Keep comin', I'm waitin'.

Gus Trancus has taken all he's gonna take.

I'm gonna go down hard.

- Works for me.

- Want to know what you said to him, Hunter.

- I told you, it was nothin'.

Just a hello and a goodbye.

I forgot my cigarettes.

- You don't smoke, Hunter.

- Oh, yeah?

Shoulda seen me a few minutes ago.

- Hey, he's going for it!

- Come here, come here.

Come on, come on, come on, you're losin' him!

- I'm already up to warp speed as it is.

What do you want me to do?

- Trancus always was a hell of a driver.

I think he got away.

There's nothin' here to tell us anything.

He's cleaned out and now he's gonna crawl into a hole

and pull it in after him.

- We found him once, we'll find him again.

There's more than one way back into this case.

If we can't find the shooter, we'll work backwards.

Find out who he's after,

then head him off.

Gus wouldn't have had that phone put in

if he didn't want to call somebody.

- I can't let him go down like this, Hunter.

He was my partner.

I owe him.

- Dee Dee, partners don't owe, they just do.

Yeah.

Got that info for ya.

- Hold on.

Yeah, what do you got?

Hunter, only one number was dialed from that phone.

555-3793.

- Thanks.

- Well, did they run it?

- They didn't have to, I know who this number belongs to.

- Who? Let's go find 'em.

- If Gus called that number for help,

we won't have to go find anyone, they'll find me.

Wake up, Hunter.

You got an appointment.

It's about time.

I fell asleep waitin' for you guys.

- Look at this, will ya?

Factory sealed?

Does that look like it was factory sealed?

It looks like it was wrapped by my two-year-old.

Now get the machine workin' the way it's supposed to.

- Good morning, Jilly.

- Hey, Rick!

I didn't know you could get up this early.

- Well I usually do sleep 'til 6:00 a.m.

- Well you coulda dressed.

- Well he could have given me a chance.

Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom?

- Oh, that's a hot one.

I got an order for more units of that than I can push out.

Go on, keep it.

It won't be on tape for almost a year.

- Well I don't have a recorder.

- Hey, Benny.

Go get him one of those new VCRs out of the back.

Good one with the remote, huh?

- I'd hate to think these tapes are pirated.

- I'd hate to think you're gonna get

your beak caught in the door jamb.

You know why you're here?

Well, it's not to watch videos and eat popcorn.

- I was asked to talk to ya.

Some people are gettin' a little nervous

that you're gonna mess up their plans.

- Oh, then I must be doin' my job then, huh?

- Oh, come on, Rick, smarten up!

The only reason you didn't wake up in the trunk of your car

is because Terry Franks knows that were cousins!

- Since when are we involved in the Franks family?

- They just don't know how to figure you,

they don't know how to approach you.

So they figured you and I bein' first cousins

that maybe I could get ya to listen to reason.

- What're you gonna do, bully me, Jilly?

Your dad told me a long time ago

that you never threaten to bully a guy

unless you're gonna back it up.

So I'm askin' you as a friend,

will you leave this alone and back off?

Now that's a factory seal.

- Dave Indicott's got to be the target.

Patrolman Dave Indicott's gonna testify

against Terry Franks.

It would all make sense.

It would be unnatural to think that an ex-cop

could pull a hit on another cop.

And Gus knows procedure for protecting

and moving a witness to the court.

- Maybe he knows, and maybe he knows his personal habits.

- Yeah.

Hi, we need to see Capt. Cain right away.

- Oh, he's not in.

He'll probably be checking in with me later today.

- Well this can't wait 'til later today.

- Well, he's gonna be at the courthouse

sometime this afternoon.

- Courthouse?

Does this have anything to do with Office Indicott?

Capt. Cain and Bernie Terwilliger

are in charge of security on that case.

- When are they scheduled to be there?

- They're probably at the courthouse already.

- Come on, let's go.

Let's hope Gus hasn't made his move yet.

- Mr. - Indicott! Officer Indicott!

Indicott! Excuse me, Mr. Indicott!

- So?

- They didn't get to him.

He's gotta come back and testify tomorrow.

Cain's got about ten officers working security.

- Twelve.

- Look, thanks, Hunter.

I know you've dodged a lot of departmental flack.

Well, I've been on this rugged graffiti thing.

It's been tough, but I'm hangin' in there for ya.

- Thanks.

There he goes.

You know, Hunter, I know this sounds strange but

he's nearby, I can feel it.

- You still think this guy's pretty special, don't ya?

If anybody can pull off this contract, it's Gus.

Dee Dee, don't feel responsible for this guy.

When Gus dropped that cold piece in the alley that night,

he did it to himself.

- Just wish I didn't have to be the one to push the button.

You're the only one that could.

It was a hard contract.

- Roger.

He's on his way up.

Dammit, Hunter, get outta here.

I tried to have Dispatch reach you, Captain.

- I got the call.

Obviously, Terwilliger and I can take care

of any kind of assassination attempt.

- Assassination attempt?

Captain, I know Trancus.

I can think like him.

- Get off the premises, the both of you!

You're not on this detail!

- Sir, I can take care of Sgt. Hunter and Sgt. McCall,

if I have to march them all the way back to precinct house.

Well I think you've really did it this time, Hunter.

- I'm kinda surprised to see you here, Bernie.

You know there's not one piece of graffiti

on this entire hotel?

- I'll ignore that flip remark.

- Where are they going?

The floor that Indicott is being held on

is blocked off by ten security cops.

I think they'll be safe for the night.

We don't need you here, you can go home.

- Let me buy you dinner, Dee Dee.

- I'll stay with you to make sure stay in the restaurant

and don't get in the way, Hunter.

- This number.

He's in the hotel!

- Hunter, there are no 13th floors in a hotel.

Gus was a master with electronics.

It was his hobby.

- He rewired all the elevator panels.

What are you two sniveling about?

- You add the 13th floor,

it throws the floor count off by one floor.

Bernie, what floor are they holding Indicott on?

- You got about as much chance as being voted Rose Queen

as you do gettin' that outta me, Hunter.

Bernie!

- Fifteen.

- Okay, this elevator's gonna stop on 16.

All the security police are gathered on the floor below.

They'll walk right into an ambush.

- Hunter, are you saying that...

Is there gonna be a shootout, Hunter?

- Stop the elevator.

I got a better chance of beatin' this thing to the top

if I run the stairs.

Stay with McCall, Bernie, and get your piece out.

Hold on, Indicott.

We'll be there in a second.

- Should have been here by now.

- I've been hit!

- Bernie!

You're shooting our guys!

- I was, they were...

- Outta my way, McCall.

- You're under arrest, Gus.

Drop it.

- You can't do it, McCall.

But I can.

- You wanna try me, Gus?

I'll blow your heart out.

Are you okay, McCall?

- Yeah.

Dammit.

Dammit, Gus, why?

- You sold me out.

You ratted and now you gotta live with what happens to me!

No way, man.

No way, you gotta own this one all by yourself.

- How you doin', kid?

- Feelin' just great.

How about a game of one-legged football?

- Yeah, I'll punt.

- I made it!

I made it.

Public Relations division, I have just been reassigned.

- Well, congratulations, Bernie.

I guess all those street artisans

can breathe a sigh of relief

knowing you're not gonna be out there.

Right after we talk to my cousin Jilly about pirated tapes,

remind me to call my broker

and let's order spray paint stock.

- That's very funny, Hunter,

but I think the captain's report said it all.

I was the one that stood up at that gun fight.

Cain has put me up for two,

I repeat two, commendations.

- Bernie, you shot Capt. Cain in the back!

- That has not been proved.

Anyway, that's not what the official report says.

- So you're a real hero now, huh, Bernie?

- I am a hero

on the way

to Public Relations.

- Be careful.

Don't choke on any martini olives.

I'm gonna be so glad to get out

of this crazy shoot-em-up division,

even though I am one of the top shooters.

I have spent enough time in the war zone.

- That'll be good for Bernie.

- Yeah.

You know, I was just thinkin' about Gus.

There was a time I looked up to him.

Hey, listen, Hunter.

Wanna make a hard contract?

- With you? Anytime.

- You don't let me slide.

I'll keep you straight if you do the same for me.

- You won't slide, you're too hard-headed.

- Well, it can happen.

Slowly, sometimes maybe

don't even know it's happening.

- Or it can happen fast like with Bernie.

Suck fist your hero in one shining moment

and all he had to do was trigger our captain.

- I really don't see why this should make any difference...

- Excuse me!

I have an announcement to make.

I know that you're all concerned

that a fine officer like Bernie Terwilliger

is being reassigned.

I don't blame you.

We have first-hand proof that this officer

reacts with courage under fire.

Now when this was brought to the attention

of the deputy chief,

he did the right thing,

I have a memo sent from his office this morning.

- Sir, I don't see why...

- "Due to the gallantry and heroism under fire,

"it is the view of this department

"that it would be pure folly

"to remove this courageous officer

"from his duties under fire.

"With this in mind,

"I have reconsidered his assignment to Public Relations

"and put him in the highest crime area of the city.

"I know all of us on the job can feel better

"knowing that Sgt. Terwilliger is out there

"standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the other

"fine officers of this division."

- That a boy, Bernie!

- Sir, I'd really much prefer that job in Public Relations.

- Bernie,

congratulations.

- Well it seems there is a subtle justice

in life at play after all.

- Stop it, Hunter, it hurts when I laugh.