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- Commissioner Crenshaw killed his old lady.

Whoever gets this case is ruined.

- Good luck, good hunting, and goodbye.

- Oh look on the bright side McCall.

- There is no bright side buster.

What are you so afraid of Commissioner?

- I've got people I can call!

The two of up on a trial board.

You're both suspended without pay!

- Well let's do it anyway.

- I'll have to cuff ya.

- Now the fun begins.

- Works for me.

- There we go. - Thank you.

- There you go, one more, come to the net.

- Let's go, bend your knees more.

Let's go.

That's good, that's good.

That's much better.

Heads up.

Take shorter steps.

You're looking sloppy out here.

Your feet are dragging, oh that's it.

That's it, good.

Nice easy stroke.

That's it.

- Larry, could you move your car please?

- The keys are already in it, honey!

Just pull it on over, will ya?

Ha!

- Here, take this.

You're not concentrating.

- Yeah, yeah, I got it.

- We got head on a real hot grounder, man,

and the officer who gets this one is gonna be

grilled and grilled.

- Come on Smitty, it can't be that bad.

Well the Commissioner's wife just got exploded

in the Commissioner's car.

- I won't make my pension.

I got three official 608 complaints last year.

- You think maybe the Commissioner did her in?

- Now don't take this personally, sir, Mr. Commissioner,

but where were you when your wife got gonzoed?

Whoever gets this case is ruined.

- A full day.

Good morning, where is everybody?

Last time I saw it like this, the mayor's kid sister

disappeared.

Oh no.

We got a career breaker here?

- Yeah, Commissioner Crenshaw killed his own lady.

- Okay. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute, Ortega.

We don't know that.

Now you know, it coulda been somebody else.

Coulda been the butler or something.

- Well 68% of all the homicides involving husband

and a wife, it's the spouse who committed the crime.

Now we got a 68% chance that the Commissioner

whacked his old lady.

- If I get this case, it's over.

I mean no one officer should get stuck with two career

breakers in one year.

- Yeah.

Hey, I wonder who Cain's gonna give it to.

- Hunter, I've got something new for you.

The Crenshaw case.

I know you and McCall will conduct an absolutely scrupulous

investigation of this homicide.

Good luck, good hunting, and goodbye.

- Well at least I'm in the right room.

McCall, we got it.

You can come out now girls, it's safe.

- Hello.

- Why didn't you hide Hunter?

- I was in the men's room.

What'd you want me to do?

Climb up in a vent?

I'm too big.

Hey Hunter, can I have your desk and your locker?

- There's no way I'm on this one, Hunter.

Cain's finally managed to pull our plug.

- Well look on the bright side, McCall.

- There is no bright side buster.

I've met Commissioner Crenshaw.

He took me to lunch once.

- Oh that eases my mind some.

Nice guy, is he?

I hope.

- It was when I made detective grid.

The purpose of the lunch was to find out

how I liked being a lady cop, and then we moved on

to the wine tasting and the heavy breathing.

- Oh no, he took a shot at ya?

- Well it has been known to happen, Hunter.

- He's a player who's probably playing around

on his wife.

She found out about it, he decided to eliminate her.

That's in your detective's manual under "Favorite Motives."

Hey chief.

- Not right now please.

I just got here.

I'll have a statement for ya later.

Hey sergeant!

- No comment. - Not now, please.

- Nothing. - A little later.

I have an investigation.

You have anything at this time?

- No, no, no.

Nothing, no, no, no, no.

I wanted to see you before you went in to talk

to Commissioner Crenshaw.

I don't want you to forget the man's under a great stress

at the moment.

I don't want you to add to that stress.

A little later please?

Please.

- We may have to ask him some questions.

- Can't that wait?

- No, I'm afraid it can't.

Lady, would you get this out of my face right now?

Right now.

Officer, officer, move these people out.

Officer please could you clear out this area?

Later.

Connie and Larry Crenshaw are, were, two of my dearest

friends.

I don't have to tell you that I'm gonna be

looking into every aspect of this case.

I'll be like a shadow hanging over your desk.

- Well I'll try not to let that interfere

with the way I carry out my investigation, sir.

- Sergeant, one phone call and I can have you

doing a straight eight on a foot beat on Skid Row.

Larry, these officers have to ask you a few questions.

I hope you don't mind.

- Alright. - We'll go in the living room,

make this as quick and as painless as possible.

- He's pretty upset.

- What happened to his hands.

- Well he scorched em' pretty bad trying to get

the burning car door open.

Look, his tennis coach is still here.

His name is Lance Lane.

I'll held him for you.

- Lance Lane?

- Wait till you see him.

The guy looks like a Lance Lane.

He was here when the car went up.

It's a mess, I don't think the crime lab's gonna get much

of anything.

Did you see Commissioner Crenshaw's hands?

Were they badly burned?

- No he had em' wrapped when I got here.

It's too bad you guys got this grounder.

No win, huh?

- I was getting tired of police work anyway,

gonna get a fishing boat and move to Florida,

pick up girls.

- Why was she driving his car?

- Well he says she was just moving it out of the way

so she could get her car out.

He was down taking a tennis lesson from cutie pie.

- Commissioner Crenshaw?

I'm sergeant Hunter, this is sergeant McCall.

I'm very sorry about the death of your wife, sir.

She was just moving it, my car,

and then Lance and I, we heard it.

I mean, all the things you plan,

as if nothing were ever going to happen.

We were planning on having lunch this afternoon,

then going to the mayor's party tonight,

and this morning we were sitting there

talking about Jill's graduation from Vassar.

And then, I'm sorry.

I'm rambling.

- Well sergeant McCall's gonna ask you some questions sir.

- I want you to find out who killed my wife.

It isn't, well, I mean, they were after me.

It was my car.

There'd been threats.

- You had threats on your life?

- Yes.

- How many?

How long ago?

- Two since Tuesday.

No, it was Wednesday night, about a half an hour apart.

- Did you report these threats on your life to somebody?

- No.

- Why not?

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- I'm just asking why, when threats were made

on your life, you didn't report it to somebody?

- I didn't take them seriously.

- Larry, are you alright?

- I'm a little tired, yeah.

- Look, Hunter?

Maybe you'd like to talk to the tennis coach.

I'll finish up here.

Commissioner, you remember me?

- Sure, well I'm afraid I'm not sure.

I meet so many police officers.

- Yes, I'm calling about Commissioner Crenshaw's tuxedo

for tonight.

Didn't he rent one?

Yes.

No.

My mistake.

Thanks.

You Mr. Lane?

- Lance Lane.

I'm Larry's tennis coach.

- Did you see anything?

- No, I was giving Mr. Crenshaw his lesson.

- You mean Larry?

- What?

Well you just called him Larry.

- Him, Larry.

I was giving him his lesson and Connie wanted to

move his car, and the keys were in it.

- Oh how do you know that?

- Larry told her to move it herself, the keys were in it.

We were having our lesson.

- You got any idea why the Commissioner parked his car

behind his wife's, when he could have just as easily put

it in the garage?

- What is this?

- This is a homicide investigation Lance.

Sometimes we ask a lot of tiresome questions.

- Well, I don't have any idea.

Look, can I go?

I got other people to teach.

- You're taking this pretty hard, aren't ya?

Hang in there Lance.

The grief will pass with time.

- I hardly knew her.

- Okay, leave your number and address with the officer

at the gate.

Oh Mr. Lane, what's your real name?

I mean before you changed it.

- I'm sorry?

- Well Lance Lane sounds like it came out

of a casting directory.

Who were you before you changed it to Lance Lane?

- Well I...

- I can French ya and run it, cause me a lot of problems,

get me to thinking and all.

Sometimes it's just best to cooperate.

- I was born Teddy Shineberg.

- Okay, see you around.

Oh Teddy?

Did you see who wrapped the Commissioner's burned hands?

- I think he did it himself.

- Alright.

Please, I would like to lie down.

- Sergeant McCall that's enough for now.

There's no reason this can't be postponed til later.

- Excuse me, I got some ointment from the doctor outside.

Let me take a look at those hands Commissioner.

- Kenny, can you please make this end?

I'm feeling a little ill.

- Certainly.

Sergeant Hunter, sergeant McCall, would you please come

outside with me?

- I understand you left the keys to your car

in the ignition.

Is that something you usually do Commissioner?

Perhaps you did hear me sergeant.

I heard you, it's just that I'm on kind of a roll

right now.

- You get outside right now sergeant!

Don't make me say it again.

- Kicked out of port.

- I got a chance to take his hand and squeeze it slightly.

No flinch, so I don't think he was burned too badly.

- Want my cop's hunch?

- Think he did it?

- Why would a guy leave the keys in his car,

and the car parked there would have to be moved,

when it would be just as easy to put the car

in the garage?

- I don't know, that's pretty thin.

- Well I got another piece that's a little bit more solid.

He had a black tie dinner to go to tonight.

There was no tuxedo in his closet.

So I called the tux shop that's listed

in his telephone book.

He didn't rent one.

- So he knew she was going to be dead,

why would he go to a party?

Why would he bother to rent a tux?

- Bingo.

- I thought you said Lance claimed he hardly knew her.

- Right.

- Well if you go back in her calendar,

she was taking a tennis lesson from him every Friday.

- Looks like our friend Lance Lane made a little boo-boo.

- I guess the sexual revolution hasn't made it to that table

over there.

I like your purse, big fella.

What do you got in that checkbook?

- Oh mostly checks made out to cash, market,

stuff like that.

There are three large amounts made out to Manny Roth though.

Two for 500, one for a thousand.

Could be worth checking out.

She was headed at 25277 Wilshire Boulevard.

Wanna hit that place first?

- Might as well.

- My purse!

Stole my purse!

- Whew!

- How do they expect me to pay for my lunch?

25277 Wilshire Boulevard is a lawyer's office.

- Lawyers.

Maybe they were going to do her taxes?

Or their divorce.

We'll never get anything out of her attorney

unless we get creative.

- Like, "Hey, I work over at the Hancock drug counter.

You know, it's across the street from like a Commissioner's

office, see?

And like I'm all the time seeing Mr. Crenshaw come in there

with this blonde with the split ends, you know?

So I said to Mrs. Crenshaw, hey honey,

I think that this Mr. C has been messing around on you,

you know."

So anyway like I said to Mrs. Crenshaw,

"Look honey, it's fine.

I'll come down and, you know, make a statement

or something, whatever you want.

It's no problem."

We're not working on the Crenshaw divorce action

any longer, because Mrs. Crenshaw was killed earlier

this morning.

It was on the radio.

- Ain't life a peach pit.

- Just what the hell is going on here?

- Mrs. Crenshaw asked this woman to come in

and be deposed on the divorce case.

I just told her about Mrs. Crenshaw's death.

- I demand to see your identification.

- I'm real hungry, Ace.

I'm sure you're gonna stop all this demanding,

unless you plan on growing five or six inches

in the next two or three seconds.

Come on Ceil, honey, these aren't very nice people.

No kidding, let me get my purse.

So the loving couple was getting a divorce, huh?

The Commissioner sort of forgot to tell us that this morning

when we were over there.

Yeah, well maybe he was just a little too upset.

- Yeah, perhaps.

- Tell you what, I think we oughta find out

what all these checks to Manny Roth are for.

- Yeah, it's either that or early retirement.

- Huh.

Manny Roth, I remember this guy.

He was an accounts receivable specialist

for Bad Bob Austin.

- The loan shark?

- Yeah, he used to be a cash register with a baseball bat.

He once killed a guy collecting a 100 dollar loan.

He's not gonna be easy to talk to.

He lacks a cooperative spirit.

- How about a little good cop, bad cop?

I'll be the bad cop.

- I've had five partners, and every time we've played

good cop, bad cop, I was the bad cop.

That's sorta my thing.

I do a great bad cop.

- You mean you used to do a great bad cop.

This time you're gonna do the good cop.

- The hell I am.

- The hell you aren't.

- Don't tell me.

You two are a couple of oinkers from downtown,

but I aint done nothing.

So shove off.

Let's get something straight right now, Manny.

I haven't got any sense of humor,

I live to hassle bums like you.

You want some trouble from me?

I'll park outside this little rat hole of yours

and I'll start spending your cash.

I will light you up on fire red, access codes,

you name it.

I'm gonna find it.

- Calm down, McCall.

Well where does this bag of wind get off calling us

oinkers, huh?

I think we oughta cut this ball of thorn down to size.

You'll have to excuse my partner,

she's had a tough week.

We're here to check up on a client of yours, Mrs. Crenshaw?

Dee Dee, could I have a few minutes here?

Would you wait for me in the unit, please?

- That's real cute, the way you two do this.

I don't talk to pigs.

Now get outta here before I call my attorney.

- I don't think you scared him.

Wanna trade?

- I'm not through yet.

- I told you to get outta here.

I said get outta here!

- I'm the best friend you've got in this room.

So maybe you better talk to me.

- Are you insane?

- That's a possibility.

Now Mrs. Crenshaw hired you to do something.

Why don't you start from there?

She's had her two practice swings Manny.

Now she's gonna try it out on you.

That used to be your specialty, didn't it Manny?

Busting guys with that thing?

- Just let me go, will ya?

Let me go.

- Now Mrs. Crenshaw hired you to follow

the Commissioner, right, because she thought he was

having an affair?

- She didn't want her husband followed.

She wanted me to follow his tennis coach.

- Why?

She told me she was having an affair with him.

Tennis coach was in love with her,

she tried to break it off, the guy goes all nuts,

starts saying he's gonna kill her husband.

- Go on.

- I followed the guy for a few weeks,

seemed to calm down okay.

That was that.

Mrs. Crenshaw was killed this morning, Manny.

That makes this a homicide investigation,

and as the two oinkers on this case,

you try to leave town, and we're gonna do the ham hock polka

on top of your head.

- It's the truth, I swear.

- Manny, if you get that urge to leave town,

fight it real hard, okay?

So what do you wanna do?

We got two choices.

We can stake out our beloved Commissioner.

- Bad career move, but maybe the right one.

Or we can sit on Lance Lane, see what he's doing

when he's not serving up those furry little white balls

to people in tailored shorts.

Well, if we decide to let the Commissioner drift

and camp out on Lance, would that make us

chicken-hearted scaredy cats?

- Yeah, but let's do it anyway.

Hey, there, he's leaving.

Well here's a piece of luck Hunter,

your car's gonna fit right in here.

- There's my boy.

I do have something for you.

Something for me?

- I get that first.

What you doing?

- Manny.

- Stop, police!

- I want my attorney now!

- Shut up.

You know what's going on around here?

- I'm lost.

I admit it.

- You don't seem to get the point Hunter.

I don't care what you McCall think.

The case is closed, the killer is dead,

and all the pieces fit.

- No they don't.

It just doesn't quite track for me.

- Well it tracks for me.

Lance Lane was jealous of Connie,

he wanted to marry her, and he planned to get rid

of her husband.

So he tried to kill the Commissioner,

and he got Connie by mistake.

Manny Roth confirms it.

He is giving his statement right now.

- Well we think Manny's lying.

I said it tracks for me Hunter!

- Then what was Manny doing in a junkyard

handing an envelope over to Lance?

It looked like he expected a payoff, maybe blackmail,

but then Lance tried to kill Manny.

Why?

What did Manny have on Lance?

- Manny Roth said there was no envelope.

You two said there was, so where is it?

- Lance and it burned up in the junkyard.

- Oh, excuse me all to hell.

Lance and the envelope burned up, that's great.

- Don't close the case captain.

Leave it open.

- Commissioner Crenshaw wants closed.

- So tell him to sit on his hat.

This is our case.

Commissioner Crenshaw killed his wife.

- You didn't hear?

Because she was running around with Lance Lane.

He put the dynamite underneath the hood of his own car,

parked his car where his wife would have to move it.

- Why?

Because she was getting a divorce.

- Says who?

- She was seeing a divorce attorney by the name of Shriver.

We could subpoena his files.

You'll never get that paper through the system.

There is not a judge in this town that'll sign

that subpoena.

Attorney/client files are privileged information.

It's a community property state.

If she divorces him, she gets half his net worth.

Now I ran it through Dun & Bradstreet,

he's worth 20 million dollars.

I think 10 million bucks is pretty good motive.

Okay, so if Commissioner Crenshaw killed his wife,

like you two say he did.

Why was Manny Roth blackmailing Lance,

who hasn't got 20 million bucks?

Seems to me Manny Roth would be blackmailing

Commissioner Crenshaw.

You gotta way to explain that?

You're right, it doesn't seem to make any sense.

- This case is off the sheet.

Lance Lane did the murder.

Lance Lane is dead.

We move on.

You got that?

Are you quite clear on that?

- Yeah.

Well I hear you two did some fine police work.

I just can't believe that Lance tried to kill me.

- Neither can we.

- Excuse me!

Excuse me, I thought that, well Lance did kill my wife.

I thought the case was closed.

- That's just 'cause you had the juice to get it closed,

Commissioner, we both know who killed your wife.

It wasn't Lance.

What exactly are you insinuating?

- We got questions, lots of em.

Like, why didn't you rent a tuxedo for the mayor's party?

- What?

- You had a black tie dinner to go to,

and you didn't rent a tuxedo, and that's because you knew

your wife was gonna be dead, and a man doesn't go

to a black tie dinner on the night his wife

has been murdered.

- Are you out of your mind sergeant?

I resent this entire conversation.

- What are you so afraid of Commissioner?

- That is it!

The two of you are up on a trial board.

You are both suspended without pay!

Leave your shields and your weapons

with the watch commander.

- You know captain, you're always talking about the system,

how impartial it is.

Well this scum ball blew his wife halfway to Tarzana,

and just because he's the mayor's tennis partner,

or some damn thing, we have to back off.

Forget it Hunter, you're wasting your breath.

- Oh there's a piece of good news,

not burned at all.

Nice working with ya.

- Get back to work!

Get back to work!

- I fed the cops a phony story.

Told him your old lady hired me to follow Lance

because she was afraid he was jealous,

and he might kill you.

Kept the heat off of you, Mr. big shot.

You had your boy try to kill me.

- Well I don't have to sit here and put up with all this.

- Hey, Magoo.

It's a whole new game.

It don't make no difference that Lance is dead.

You and him killed your wife, and I've got the pictures

that tell why.

You set it up in payments.

100 thousand a month.

I'll call you, let you know how and when.

- I'm not gonna let you pressure me forever.

I want the negatives.

- See blackmail is an art.

It's an art, like, Chinese water painting.

Sure, you squeeze too hard, you kill the patient,

but I'm very good.

I squeeze just hard enough, so you'd always rather pay

than face the heat.

- I'll go to the police.

I'll confess.

- Wanna bet?

His wife owed me for the last two weeks.

He's gonna pay me later.

- Oh and you had to meet in the bottom of the garage

to discuss that, huh?

- Yeah, you got that part real solid honey.

- Get used to it.

We're going wherever you go, taking pictures and writing it

down.

- We'll send you copies if they come out.

- You two are suspended.

Oh I know, but we love this city,

and we hate injustice.

So this was on the house.

- Should we follow him?

No I think he's gonna go home and try to figure out

what to do next.

Lance's funeral is today, I think we should go.

- Why?

- Well you know em' by the company they keep.

I think we can find out about Lance.

- Let's go.

Isn't that Mark Leland?

- Well, well, if it isn't the prince of the chicken hunt?

He's probably here to spit on the coffin.

- Let me handle this.

Mark.

Well what do we have here a rat woman,

and her drooling companion, rat fink.

I didn't know that Lance was one of your boys.

- I don't talk to cops.

- Hey look, I could arrange to have a black and white

parked outside one of your little bathhouses

for a couple of weeks.

That would play hell with business.

Lance is dead, I don't think there's much more

any of us can do to him.

I gave him his tennis lessons, I paid for them.

- Huh, that was nice.

So Lance was one of your boys.

- Yes, years ago when he was younger.

- Oh, you mean like about 16?

- You never understood us sergeant.

You've got all your bourgeois Calvinistic

supremacy hang-ups.

- I don't need sermon from you.

You sell 16 year old boys to wealthy old men for money.

That doesn't make you a freedom fighter, just a pimp.

- In God's eyes, we're all equal.

- I'll bet you the boss sees it real different.

- Are you through with this sergeant McCall?

- For a while anyway.

- That's the missing piece, isn't it?

Lance is gay.

- I bet you Commissioner Crenshaw is gay.

He and Lance were having an affair,

Mrs. Crenshaw hired Manny Roth to follow the Commissioner,

and he got some nice, juicy shots on him.

- Mrs. Crenshaw files for divorce, he's gonna name Lance

co-respondent.

The Commissioner's life is financially and socially ruined,

so he and Lance kill Mrs. Crenshaw.

- And Manny Roth, in pure slime city fashion,

makes an extra set of prints, and he's got

a blackmail scheme.

- Yeah, it works for me, but it's only circumstantial.

Oh, I'd sure like to have a set of those photographs.

- Hell, you?

I feel sorry for the guy.

- Yeah.

Which one, Lance or the Commissioner?

- Lance, to come to LA looking for glitter,

and some slug life, Mark Leland, gets a hold of him,

he corrupts him, and then it's just one slip and slide

from here to there.

Well you can't change what's in people Dee Dee.

- I just get tired of throwing garbage out into the wind

and watching it blow back.

- I've got a theory about that.

You see there's this little hole up here,

and if you shovel it just right,

you get one or two pieces to drop down into it

and stay down, and that's what we're trying to do.

Isn't it?

Get those one or two pieces to stay down?

I'd sure like to get Mark Leland.

- He's pretty smart.

- Well I tell you what, let's blow this little spitball

back at the Commissioner and see what happens, huh?

- Works for me.

- You missed Lance's funeral, Commissioner.

- Get off my car!

- Pretty nice service too, if you get past

all the male hustlers, pimps, and chicken hearts.

- I don't know what you're talking about!

Oh come on Commissioner, it's the 1980s.

Time to accept your feelings, come to terms

with what they are.

More ways are changing and so is the law.

There's nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of anymore.

I think you should have faced it and dealt with it,

instead of killing your wife to hide it.

- Leave me alone!

Just leave me the hell alone!

I've got people I can call!

You can't do this to me!

You simply cannot!

- Sure we can.

I think this guy's coming unwrapped.

I'll watch him, you take Manny.

- You know I kinda feel funny about this,

but I still can't forget Connie Crenshaw.

- Yeah, she's in the ground, and all she tried to do

was get out of a bad marriage.

- Yeah, I'll be on channel 70.

- Captain Cain, please.

- Hiya boys?

- You're under arrest, Hunter, obstruction of justice.

- Obstruction of justice?

Cain says to charge you with it

until he can come up with something better.

You packing sergeant?

- Yeah. - The gun please.

I'll have to cuff ya.

- Well, I guess I underestimated him.

- I tell ya, they know absolutely all of it.

Now I've got to have those pictures.

I have to know that they're destroyed.

- You been to the bank?

You got the money?

- I've got it, but I cannot just buy one picture at a time.

I've got to destroy them all.

- I'll tell you what, bring the money and we'll see.

Maybe I'll have a change of heart,

and Commissioner, I got friends who love me,

and will open an envelope and send it to the DA

if I don't come home to dinner.

You try one more stunt like you did with pretty boy,

I'll triple the price, and I'll sink you man.

- I'll be alone.

Where?

- Alright there's a warehouse at 2200 Broadview,

belongs to my cousin.

You go out there right now and wait.

- I took you off the case.

I suspended you.

- I've got the motive, I've got the missing pieces.

- You disobey every direct order I give you.

- I'm a cop.

- Well what do you think I am?

- Well you're a politician.

- I'm, I'm, what did you call me?

- You heard me.

I'm sorry Rick, I was in court.

I got here as soon as I could.

What is it this time?

- Well I was minding my own business,

listening to the radio, and Cain rolls two black and whites

and has me arrested.

- After I gave you a direct order to close this case.

You disobeyed my direct order!

I'm not under your command sir.

You suspended me, remember?

What the charge against my client?

Just for the record.

- Obstructing justice.

- Come on, captain.

If you closed the case there's nothing to obstruct.

- Damn straight.

- I don't like being threatened by attorneys.

- Captain, what you like or don't like interests me not

in the least.

Now if you try and lay a specious charge on my client,

I will have you in court so fast, you'll think I'll did it

with Marin.

- Go get em' Gale.

- Hey Hunter!

Don't make things any worse.

Just be quiet.

Here are some precedence of obstructing justice cases

in this state.

Lyle versus Long Beach PD,

Salmerman versus the San Diego District Attorney,

the Crup Mitchell defense, it's circled in red.

Kinda heavy reading, but the decision is a monster.

So here we are captain, the old fish or cut bait moment.

Pick a strategy.

- Get outta here, Hunter.

I set your trial board for Tuesday.

You and McCall will be heard together.

- Hunter there has gotta be an easier way.

- Yeah, thanks for blowing him back for me.

That was good old Crup Mitchell decision,

never heard of it.

I made it up, he looked like he was teetering.

Crup is my butcher, Mitchell runs the produce counter.

- You're my kinda lady lawyer.

- Hunter this McCall channel 70.

Hunter, this is McCall, channel 70.

There's a situation brewing.

- McCall, this is Hunter.

Where are you?

- Get a move on Hunter, it's going down.

You're close, I'm at a warehouse at 2200 Broadview.

I'm going in.

- I'm on my way.

- You have the pictures?

- You came prepared, I see.

Look, we're both tough guys.

If I die, you fry.

So don't get any ideas.

- How do I know you didn't make copies?

- Well, it's always a tough one to answer, Larry.

I guess if I call you in a month and ask for more money,

you'll know I made another set.

And if I don't call you, you'll know I didn't.

- I don't believe there is any letter.

I think you're working strictly by yourself.

So I think I'm gonna take a chance and call your bluff.

- Larry.

- I'm gonna finish you.

I don't need to live like this.

- Freeze, police!

- Who's shooting at whom?

- I think it's a free for all.

- Works for me.

- Ah!

Ah!

I give up.

Look here, look here, look at it.

- Turn around.

- Hey.

- I can give you money.

Lots of it.

Nobody will ever know.

This is corny and I even feel stupid saying it,

but I'd know, Commissioner.

- Besides the best things in life are free, Commissioner.

Or are they?

- I canceled the trial board.

I've had you reinstated, including back pay.

- Thank you Captain.

We're never gonna be eating off the same plate,

'cause we don't see the job the same way.

- Look captain, you know I was thinking about...

I am talking, you wanna shut up?

What I'm trying to say is I was wrong about this case,

but I was not wrong about you two.

You got lucky, and you saved your butts,

but that doesn't change anything.

Yeah?

He did?

I'll be right there.

Well that's the big chief, I gotta get upstairs.

Should we clear watch, captain?

- Yeah, yeah.

Fine, fine.

You got the call, you take it.

I'm not going over there.

That joint's a sewer man.

- I didn't get the call Ortega.

You were sitting at Hunter's desk

and it was transferred to you.

- Okay then Hunter's got the call.

Hey Hunter, you're up.

Hey listen, I don't wanna sound like I'm ducking

or anything, but every time I used to work vice,

I got the heebie jeebies when I went over to that place.

- What's the problem Ortega?

- We got another grounder, Mark Leland,

the guys who runs these bathhouses,

he shot one of his clients.

A fight over one of those boys that work over there.

The blues don't want it on their desk.

They want a homicide dick over there on the double.

- I don't believe this.

The timing is perfect.

This is too good to be true.

- Don't worry about it guys.

We'll take it.

No job is too scummy and all that.

We're here to serve this community.

- You want this grounder?

Mhm.

- Okay this time we do it right.

We observe every technicality, we read Leland his rights.

I'll bring the shovel.

What the hell you talking about?

- We shovel garbage, Tony.

See there's this little hole out there,

and if you shovel it just right, Leland is gonna drop

right down in that hole.

- Works for me.

- Those two guys are weird.

- No, that's just the head Hunter, and the brass cupcake,

and they make their own kind of music.

This is L56, Hunter and McCall, mid watch clear.

L56, mid watch clear.