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Hey, Bobby, what's going on?

Bobby!

Gets his mother shot to save his own skin?

Stuck a gun in their faces and took off with the entire load.

Relax.

There's plenty more where that came from.

Man, if Paco finds out you ripped him off, you're dead.

I want him to tell me who the men were that shot my wife.

Yeah, I'll be there looking through that little window

to see how long you can hold your breath.

Bobby.

Bobby!

What is...

Hey, what are you doing in my...

Frank!

Get out!

Get out!

Send an ambulance to 7865 Lupine.

My wife's been shot.

So the guy takes the duck.

He puts it on top of the bar.

And he says to the bartender, hey,

I don't care what you say about me, but nobody insults my duck.

Don't you get it?

Nobody insults my duck?

Well, the last time I heard that joke,

the guy pulled a chihuahua out of his pocket.

Bring the chihuahua?

It doesn't work with a dog.

Hunter, can I see you a minute?

What'd you do now?

I don't know.

I'll find out.

Charlie, what's up?

I had a report of a shooting at Frank Garriman's house.

What?

Two men broke in and shot Arnice.

She's in surgery right now.

It doesn't look good.

Oh, my god.

What happened to Frank?

Well, he took a nasty blow on the head, but he's all right.

I don't know all the details.

Looks like they were after Frank's son.

Now, look, I'm going to give you an option on this one.

Do you want this case, or should I give it to someone else?

I want it.

I want it.

What hospital's Arnice in?

Uh, Wilshire Memorial.

Thanks.

Thanks, Charlie.

She just got out of surgery.

They don't know if she's going to live or not.

Any chance you can reassign the investigation?

I'm on the case, Frank.

You feel like talking to me at all?

No.

But you need the information, so let's...

Let's just do it.

Yeah.

I got a good look at him when I tried to stop him.

You have any idea at all, Frank,

why they were after Bobby?

Some rotten mess he's got himself into.

And then he tried to shake them off

by running through the house and then getting

away in one of our cars.

That's a great kid I got there, huh, Hunter?

He gets his mother shot to save his own skin?

Frank, come on.

Bobby didn't know that was going to happen.

He didn't give a damn what happened.

I hope they find him, and I hope they kill him.

You don't mean that, Frank.

Come on.

The hell I don't, pal.

Frank, the law will take care of Bobby.

Understand that.

I'm on this case, and I promise you on my friendship,

I'll find him.

OK.

Just relax, huh?

Yeah.

Dr. Marler, please call the operator.

Dr. Marler, please call the operator.

This is Lincoln-56.

Patch me through to Lincoln-57, please.

One moment, please.

Go ahead, Sergeant.

McCall, what do you got?

A neighbor across the street got

the license plate of the car that was chasing Frank's son...

Registered to the La Guajira restaurant corporation.

R&I says that narcotics detail has

the place under investigation.

And Jeff Wadsworth has control of the operation.

Yeah, I'll check with Wadsworth.

Thanks a lot.

Lincoln-56 clear.

You set up the deal and said it was safe.

If I'd have shown up two minutes sooner,

he'd have taken me for $5 million in cash.

What is your problem?

You come out of it clean.

I came out of it with nothing.

My housemen got to have more than air to stick

up their customers' noses.

There's plenty more where that came from, huh?

You better hope so, Paco.

Lieutenant Wadsworth is here.

He got another narc with him.

Take off, Roberto.

Ah, Lieutenant Wadsworth, so good to see you again.

I will have a table reserved for you

and your friend, compliments of the house.

We didn't come to read the menu, Paco.

This is Sergeant Hunter.

He's from homicide.

I haven't seen you sweat for a while,

so I thought I'd introduce you two.

Homicide, huh?

What do you want?

A woman was shot this morning in her home

by two men driving a black Chrysler

registered to this joint.

Ah, that car was stolen last night

from behind my restaurant.

Did you report it missing like I told you?

Um, no.

I forgot, jefe.

Get on it, now.

Listen, Paco, your butt's in a sling on this one.

We also have a witness and a description of the two killers.

So?

What are you bothering me for?

I run a legitimate business.

What would I know about a couple of car thieves?

Paco, nothing about you is legitimate,

and I'll just bet those two punks work for you.

I don't have to listen to this.

Come on, Paco, this isn't

a drug bust you're facing.

This is the big time... homicide.

The woman isn't expected to live.

So give us some help.

Two of your goons screwed up.

Does that mean you have to take the fall?

All we want are their names.

Talk to my lawyer.

I got nothing to say.

Paco, if that woman dies, you're

going right to the gashouse.

You understand that?

Don't threaten me.

And I'll be there looking through that little window

to see how long you can hold your breath.

OK.

Bust me, or get the hell out of here.

Now!

Simmer down, Paco.

He's just telling it like it is.

Think it over.

If you change your mind, give me a call.

Come on, Rick.

Get ahold of Chico and Arturo.

Tell them to ditch the car and stay the hell out of sight.

They're going home.

Now, listen to me, Elizabeth.

Lock all the doors, and don't let anybody in here.

And whatever you do, don't leave this house.

It's been a long time, Frank.

Yeah, Sporty. Good to see you.

How you been?

Uh, tell me about Arnice.

Is she going to be OK?

Arnice is on life support.

You know, it just doesn't seem fair, man.

She's one of the sweetest, kindest people

I have ever known.

If there is anything that I can do, please lay it on me.

Sporty, I got a favor to ask you.

I want you to find Bobby for me.

Uh, the police are looking for him already, right?

That's right. They are.

So, uh, why, uh, me?

Because he's hiding out some place, and you

got ways of finding out where.

Listen, I'm not asking you to violate

the law or anything like that.

I just want Bobby to tell me who the men are that shot my wife,

and then I'm going to turn him over to the police.

Yeah, yeah, I understand, now, Frank.

But you know, I get these weird vibrations that if I find Bobby

and let you know where he is, man, that we

both are going to regret it.

Sporty, let me ask you something.

If you loved a woman more than you loved your own life

and then two animals come into your house

and then shoot her down, I mean, wouldn't you

want to do something about it?

Yes, I would.

But I would pray to God that I had

a friend who would talk some sense into me before I did.

And as your friend, I'm giving you the best advice I got.

Go home, Frank.

Say a prayer for Arnice, and let the police take care of Bobby.

Believe me, man, I know.

I've been there.

Yeah, OK.

Thanks, Sporty.

I'll... I'll see you around.

Uh, Frank, you are going home, aren't you?

It's not a home, Sporty.

It's just me... just me and some empty rooms.

You sure about that? OK.

No, I owe you one.

Thanks.

Any luck?

Paco Reyes sent a couple of men on a cocaine delivery.

Before the buyer arrived, Frank Garriman's no-good son

showed up, stuck a gun in their faces,

and took off with the entire load.

Got any names on the delivery men?

Nothing yet.

What about the buyer?

Roberto Sanchez, your friendly neighborhood

cocaine distributor.

Guy rakes in more bucks in a week

than I'll make in a lifetime.

OK.

I want to see everything that narco's got

on Reyes and Roberto Sanchez.

Let's shake up the computer, see what falls out.

Kirby, in two years flat, I'm going to be reading

about myself in this magazine.

Hey, hey, ha, ha.

Hey, good to see you, Sergeant Hunter.

Hi, Kirby.

Hmm.

Look a mite scuffed up today.

Uh, Kirby, the Sergeant and I have a high-level conference

on the front burner, so why don't you take

a little walk around the block?

Yes, sir.

A long block and a slow walk.

See you later, Sergeant.

See you, Kirby.

What have you got?

What I've got is a whole lot of worry's what I got.

I just had a visit with a mutual friend of ours, Frank Garriman.

Uh, he's looking for Bobby, right?

He's... well, he says that he just wants to know who

the men are who shot Arnice.

But Hunter, I have this ugly feeling, man,

that as soon as he catches up with Bobby, man,

he's gonna kill him.

Look, Sporty, you've got to get

everybody you know on the street looking for Bobby,

you understand?

Yeah, well, I got the word out just as soon as Frank

got done talking to me.

But man, until I get results, Hunter, you can do me a favor,

man.

Please talk to Frank, man.

I mean, like, you were his partner, right?

- Right. - He'll listen to you, right?

I'll go by Frank's house.

You let me know if you hear anything on Bobby at all...

I mean, rumors, anything. You got it?

Instantly, man.

But please, talk to Frank and cool him out.

You got it.

Thanks.

Hello?

Pop, it's me, Bobby.

Bobby, where the hell are you?

Don't be mad.

I'm sorry about the car. You'll get it back.

Your mother's in the hospital, shot by two killers

that you brought into this house,

and you talk to me about a car?

They shot Mama?

I didn't know.

And of all the places you could have gone,

you had to bring them here.

Damn. - I was scared.

I didn't know what to do.

They were after me.

They're going to kill me, Papa.

Papa, please.

You gotta get me out of this.

Where are you?

The car ran out of gas at that old warehouse

on Prospect and 120th.

That's where I'll be.

All right.

I'll be there.

But you gotta do something for me first.

Who were the men that shot your mother?

I only know their first names...

Chico and Arturo.

They work for Paco Reyes.

Look, Pop, I gotta get off the street.

How... how soon are you going to be here?

I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Papa, is Mama going to be OK?

Papa?

Frank!

This is Lincoln-56.

Patch me through to McCall or headquarters.

WOMAN: Stand by, L-56.

Homicide, McCall.

Grab a writing utensil.

I got one.

Go.

I want you to put out an APB stop

and hold on Frank Garriman.

He's probably driving a silver Volare registered

to either him or Arnice.

I don't know the license plate number.

You'll have to find that. - OK.

Mary?

- Got it. - It's going out right now.

What's happening?

I'll tell you when I pick you up in about 10 minutes.

Lincoln-56 out.

WOMAN: All units

be on alert for a silver Plymouth Volare,

1 Peter Charles Edward 379.

What's the deal on Frank's APB?

Nothing.

Dispatch will give us a call if they find anything.

L-56, come in please.

Lincoln-56, go.

Regarding your warrant

on the silver Plymouth Volare, a patrol unit has

found the vehicle, no driver.

They're code 6 at 23rd and Industry.

Lincoln-56, we're rolling on it.

Clear.

We got a couple of partial prints

on the murder weapon, but they're not defined.

I'll have to take it back to the lab,

use the laser to see if it belongs to Frank.

OK.

Now, look, Reuben, if they don't belong to Frank,

I want you to hit the computer.

I want you to find a match quick.

You got it.

Dee Dee.

See you.

We have to take Frank in, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Let me, uh... let me talk to him.

Reuben's got some prints off the murder weapon, Frank.

He's going to run them through the lab.

They're not mine, Hunter.

I found Bobby lying there, dead.

Frank, I know you didn't kill Bobby.

But you know how it works.

Till I get the report back from the lab, I gotta hold you.

Might be... might be better if you did.

Hunter, the same two guys who shot Arnice killed Bobby.

And if you want to keep them alive,

pal, you better lock me up.

Let me tell you something, Frank.

You go after those two guys by yourself,

you're gonna wind up dead.

You understand me?

Hunter, they shot my wife, and they killed my son!

And I'm not going to rest until those guys

are off the streets for good!

You understand that?

That's not your job, Frank, and you know that.

That's our job.

Why didn't you call me after you got the call from Bobby?

I could have had a black and white out here in two minutes.

If you'd have acted like the good cop

that I know you are instead of a vigilante,

Bobby might be alive, Frank.

You gotta help me.

OK, OK, OK.

Bobby said the two guys who were after him

were called Chico and Arturo.

They worked for some guy by the name of Paco Reyes.

Yeah, what else can you tell me?

Bobby had a girlfriend.

Her name was Elizabeth...

About the same age as Bobby.

But she works as a hairdresser in Westwood.

Have the vehicle taken to impound,

and have it checked for prints.

L-56 out.

Thanks.

A patrol unit found our suspect Chrysler abandoned.

Good.

Come on.

We've got to find a hairdresser.

A hairdresser?

Bobby?

Now, where is it?

Where's what?

Now, you know what we're looking for.

Where is it?

No, I swear to God, I don't.

I don't got time to mess around.

Where is it? - Ah!

I don't know!

I don't know!

Please!

Please!

You're hurting me.

Please.

No!

I'm looking for a hairdresser whose name is Elizabeth... black

girl, about 19 or 20 years old.

Reuben, that is fantastic news.

Thank you very, very much.

Hunter, Captain wants to see you.

Any other suspect would have had a murder charge

filed against him by now.

Now, you're playing favorites, and I don't like it.

Come in.

Hunter, Commander Stone wants to know

why we haven't filed a murder charge against Frank Garriman.

He's not guilty.

Oh, is that the case?

Or is it because Garriman used to be your partner?

No.

We just don't have enough evidence on Frank.

You have all the evidence you need, Sergeant.

I'm not here for a debate.

Now, file that charge, or I'm gonna turn

this little problem over to IA.

If that's what you want, we'll do that.

However, the district attorney is

going to wonder why we're charging Frank when

the fingerprints found on the murder weapon

belong to Chico Gomez.

Now, Gomez is one of the prime suspects

in the Garriman shooting.

Why wasn't I informed of this?

We just got the report.

That's good news.

That's great news.

Well, the Department doesn't have to worry

about bad press on this one.

No, I guess it won't.

Good work, Hunter.

I'll be in touch.

Frank still in the lock-up?

Yeah.

I'll kick him loose.

I think I may have found her.

Her full name is Elizabeth Childs.

She's got a boyfriend that matches Bobby's description,

and she didn't come to work today.

She called in sick.

- You get a home address on her? - Uh-huh.

Wadsworth is going to meet us there.

Great.

Why don't you go around the back?

We'll take the front.

Jeff, you in?

Yeah.

Nothing in back.

You think they got what they were looking for?

Yeah.

Just once, I'd like to beat these bastards to the punch.

Hunter!

She's alive.

Send an ambulance to 1661 North Hollister, please.

Make it fast.

Not exactly gold medal winners

in the brains department.

They left prints all over Elizabeth Childs' place.

I got an ID on Chico Gomez's partner.

Arturo Hidalgo?

Organized is running a records check on him.

They should have something for you within the hour.

Lab.

He's right here.

Mr. Arnold James.

Go.

Look, I'll give you the... the bad news first.

I got nothing on the guys who work for Pablo Reyes.

Man, the people on the street don't want to know

anything about those two. - What's the good news?

A couple of professional ladies of my acquaintance have

been doing some specialized work for Se or Paco, and I do

not mean cooking and cleaning.

It seems that Se or Reyes has a party house up in the hills

off Encinal Road in Malibu.

Jeff, you know anything about a party house Reyes

keeps out in Malibu Canyon?

No.

What do you got?

Let's take a ride.

Why don't you walk around the side?

I'll go around the back.

Hunter?

Yeah, I'm here, Jeff.

Nice, tight pattern.

Shooter knows how to use a gun.

Check this out.

Yeah, this is Sergeant Hunter.

Give me Sergeant McCall in homicide, please.

.38.

Frank Garriman still carries his .38.

Homicide, McCall.

Yeah, McCall.

When did Frank Garriman get kicked loose?

A couple hours ago.

Well, you better get Barney and Reuben over here

to 809 Vista Mar Road, Malibu.

We got two dead bodies for him.

Also, I think you better put out an APB and a murder warrant

on Frank Garriman.

God, you don't think he did the killing, do you?

I hope not.

I'm about a half hour away.

I'll... I'll pick you up.

Go ahead.

I'll wait for the lab boys.

Uh.

The investigation

continues into the shooting deaths of two murder suspects

at a home in Malibu Hills.

Police are looking for Frank Garriman,

a retired metro PD officer, in connection with the slayings.

Ironically, Garriman was once one of the top homicide

detectives on the force.

The city council today voted to extend its ban on parking in...

It's, like, every Saturday night.

I'm standing there, thinking...

We'll pick it up later.

What's the news on Frank's APB?

Nothing.

I put out an APB on Paco Reyes, too.

I don't have anything on him yet, either.

Well, if Frank finds Paco Reyes, he's going to kill him.

Let's get out of here.

I thought you wanted to deal.

Put the guns away.

Come out where I can see you.

Everybody relax.

You're a stinking cop.

This is entrapment.

No way you can bust me.

Did you bring the money?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about the pure-grade coke

Bobby Garriman ripped off.

I took it from two of Paco Reyes' boys.

They resisted arrest, so I blew them away.

There I was in a house with two dead murder suspects

and a suitcase full of coke...

$5 million worth.

So for the first time, I gave in to temptation.

You gotta be loco.

Man, if Paco finds out you ripped him off, you're dead.

If Reyes comes after me, I'll kill him.

Go ahead.

Give him a call.

Tell him where we are.

I'll take care of him right here.

I looked for him after you called.

He's hiding out.

Then there's no reason to tell

him about our little deal...

Unless you're afraid of him.

If I was scared of Reyes, I wouldn't be here.

Good.

Now, all we have left is one little problem.

If we're going to do business, we can't do

it pointing guns at each other.

So either we put 'em away, or I walk out and deal with someone

else.

OK.

Somebody's gotta trust somebody, right?

Now it's your move.

Let's see what you got.

You first.

Sure.

There's no law against carrying money around.

What do you got for me?

Check it out.

And all the time, I thought you was Mr. Law and Order.

You know how many times

I've found myself staring at a suitcase

full of unmarked bills?

It can really get to you after a while.

So I decided to shoot the moon.

Hey, man, welcome to the real world.

Maybe we do business again, huh?

This is a one-time-only deal, pal.

Stay cool, and everybody walks out of here alive.

You'll be back.

When cops get a taste of big money, they always want more.

Freeze, police!

Drop it right there, Sanchez!

Very slowly, put it on the ground.

Move!

Call an ambulance!

Cuff him, Ray. He's clean.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used against you in the court of law.

You have the right to speak with an attorney

and to have the attorney present during questioning.

If you...

Or cannot afford one, an attorney will be appointed...

Take it easy, Jeff.

You're gonna be all right.

Rick, um, all that money.

I didn't mean...

I know.

I didn't mean to...

We got an ambulance coming for you.

It's too late.

WOMAN: 13-V-20, 13-V-20,

go to 23.

My lawyer'll have me out in an hour.

Yeah?

We got two counts of murder on you now.

Two?

Now, what are you talking about?

Wadsworth, and we're going to push for an accessory

in the Bobby Garriman killing.

That wasn't me.

That was Paco Reyes.

Cut me a deal, and I'll give him to you.

You tell me where he is, and I'll talk deal later.

He has a condo over in Catalina.

He hides there when things get too hot.

OK.

Ray, get him out of here.

Frank, you've been a great help.

Thanks.

Well, I figured you could use some help,

even though I'm a bit rusty.

You still got the old moves.

Thank you, partner.

OK.

Listen, I'm going to get up to the hospital.

But call me if you get that Paco Reyes.

Got it.

Thanks.

Got a chopper waiting to take us to Catalina.

Great.

Volunteer to main lobby.

Volunteer to main lobby.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Arnice Garriman.

Hunter.

Frank.

She recognized me.

She came out of it about an hour ago,

and she even called my name.

The doctor said that she's going to be all right, thank god.

Wonderful.

Good man.

Listen, McCall and I brought Arnice some flowers.

Well, this is mighty nice of you and McCall.

But she can't have any flowers in her room just yet.

ICU has got these special orders.

Well, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you take her some good news, instead?

We got Reyes.

He's going up on arraignment for murder one tomorrow.

Good.

Well, why don't you, uh, get back in there

and visit with Arnice?

We'll come back and talk with you a little bit later.

Thanks.

And I'll tell her how you stopped around.

Thanks to both of you.

You're welcome, Frank.

Shame about those flowers.

What do you mean?

Well, it just is a shame that they have to go to waste,

you know?

What do you mean, go to waste?

I mean... well, yeah, I guess they would.

Well, I have a really nice cut crystal vase at home.

And they would just be...

Be perfect in that.

Yeah, they would.

You're right.

OK.

I'll follow you back to your house, pick up the vase.

Thanks.