All language subtitles for Hunter S01E07 - Pen Pals

How come guys like you
always get out, gatlen?

I just watched a kid turn
to spit on the sidewalk.

So long as the kid died,
gatlen goes free, huh?

I didn't kill gatlen.

I knocked the guy into
a plate of spaghetti.

I have no choice

but to remand you
to the county lockup.

Well, I hear
you're still looking

for a new partner.

Not anymore, Bernie.

To the start of a
wonderful relationship.

So when are they springing me?

When you leave
here, it'll be in pieces.

I'm buyin'. We'll go
someplace real...

Cheap and greasy.

What's the matter?
Not enough grease?

I'm not depressed and angry.

All this red tape and
antiquated systems

are not gonna sit well with
me if hunter winds up dead.

No! Arch...

It works for me.

No! Move! Leave me alone!

Aaah!

No!

No!

No!

No!

"An ok guy for a warden.

"Anyway, take care
of yourself, Ricky.

"Visit your mother.

All the best, uncle Leo."

Did I ever meet uncle Leo?

Isn't he that bookie?

He's a flasher.

What?

A flasher. Trench coat artist.

On the day he was arrested,

he was outside a lingerie
shop announcing bargains.

Ha ha ha! With no pants on?

Did a hell of a
business that day, too.

Ha ha ha! Yeah, I bet they did.

What's over there?

I'm sergeant hunter.

This is sergeant McCall.
What happened here?

Sergeant, I'm so
glad you're here.

I'm the principal.
They just never learn.

You talk till you're
blue in the face,

and it doesn't matter.

What, he o.D. On something?

The kids say that he
just smoked a joint.

Maybe a joint laced with pcp.

Does anybody here know

where this kid buys his dope?

Look, if somebody's
selling bad dope,

I need a name.

Well, hunter, you sure
do have a way with kids.

Look...

I'm sorry, but my dad's at work,

and I can't let anyone in.

Maddy, we're police officers.

We want to talk to you
about what happened to Billy.

Here's our badges.

You can call the
precinct if you want.

Maddy, I'd like...

Maddy, we need to know
where Billy got his stuff.

Ohh!

Perfect.

He's lying in a
hospital bed dying,

and all you care
about is making a bust!

What we care about

is the next person
this happens to.

Now, look, maddy,

you don't want to spend all day

crying your eyes out for Billy

and then go back
to school tomorrow

and see another
one of your friends...

Wind up crippled or dead.

Oh, god.

Oh, Billy.

Maddy...

You have to let us help you...

To help Billy.

We don't need your help.

Well, you need somebody's.

Hunter.

Look, if I want
this kind of talk,

I think I'll just
wait for my dad.

Maybe I understand
better than your dad.

I don't think so!

My dad understands it all.

I had a brother who died
from a drug overdose.

Why did he do it?

Why did he sell us that stuff?

Who, maddy?

Look, if I can't keep you
kids from using drugs,

maybe at least I can keep you

from dying from using it.

Now, where did
Billy get his dope?

Roscoe gatlen.

I thought you said
gatlen was in jail.

Well, he got out
on good behavior.

I don't believe you.

You looked that kid
straight in the eye,

and you lied like a rug.

You didn't have a brother.

Did you?

Come on, get in.

We gotta pay
Roscoe gatlen a visit.

Guess who looks and smells
like yesterday's garbage

and is going back to
prison for the third time.

How come guys like you
always get out, gatlen?

How come there's
always a loophole

with your name on it?

You're the one that ought
to be watched, hunter,

you and your
justice on the street.

I just watched
a kid turn to spit

on the sidewalk,
and you know why?

Come on, hunter.

Just arrest the
guy, and let's go.

You can't arrest me.

You ain't got zip on me.

Yes, I do.

I've got one of the
kids you deal dope to.

And as soon as they put his guts

back inside of him,

he's gonna put you
away for 50 big ones.

But I ain't afraid
of no school-kid.

Well, you better
be afraid of me,

because if you or
one of your flunkies

even breathes next to that kid,

I'm gonna personally
rip your lungs out

through your ears.

Now finish your
lunch, and let's go.

Red wine goes best with pasta.

Hunter, you really
are insane, aren't you?

I wasn't that rough on him.

You shoved him against the wall.

You nearly choked him to death,

then threw him through a table.

That's not rough?

He pulled a gun on me, skipper.

But when it was all
over, I served him wine.

Roscoe gatlen is
the biggest scumball

on the face of the earth.
Everybody knows that.

And somehow he has the
system working on his side.

He always manages to
spring himself loose,

and when he does,
innocent kids wind up dead.

I would hardly call kids
who use marijuana innocent.

Well, maybe not,

but the punishment
sure doesn't fit the crime.

You shouldn't have to
die for smoking a joint.

Well, let's just hope
this boy survives

so he can testify,
because otherwise,

when Mr. Gatlen
files for false arrest,

you are on your own.

Thanks for the support, captain.

Anytime.

Let's get over to the hospital

and get a statement
from that kid

as soon as he comes to.

I think we ought to
expand our investigation

to include as many cases
as we can against gatlen.

Yeah, sure,

so long as we get
this one nailed down.

Ok.

Hunter, sorry to hear
about that kid dying.

Unfortunately,

gatlen is already
back out on the street.

The D.A. refused to file
as soon as they found out

we lost our complainant.

So long as the kid died,
gatlen goes free, huh?

Hey, how about dinner, huh?

I'm buyin'. We'll go
someplace real...

Cheap and greasy.

No, thanks. I just
want to go home.

And do what, just sit there
and be depressed and angry?

Come on. That's no good.

I'm not depressed and angry.

Sure.

Woman: Hello? Is anybody home?

Hi. I'm really sorry
to bother you like this,

but my car just broke down
right in front of your door.

I was wondering,
could I use your phone

to call the auto club?

Well, sure.

You have any idea what happened?

Yeah. The engine stopped.

I don't know. The
car won't budge.

Yeah, well, luckily for you,

I'm an expert on cars like that.

Let me take a
look at it first, ok?

Oh, gee, thanks.

I really appreciate this.

Ah, you're welcome.

Yeah?!

Car break down again?

Good morning, hunter.

It's not morning, Bernie.

It's the middle of the night.

What are you doing here?

Where's your piece, hunter?

It's, uh, in the holster

on the chair in the bedroom,

but, uh, what's going on?

Where's your backup?

It's... it's in the sock drawer,

top left-hand of the bureau.

What the hell is going on here?

Always wanted to see
how someone like you

would choose to live.

It's very impressive, hunter.

This is a search
warrant, Bernie.

That's right, hunter.

All signed, sealed,
and delivered.

Heh.

Stupid, hunter.

Incredibly stupid.

You killed Roscoe gatlen
with your own damn gun?!

I've heard you were
crazy, sergeant.

I never realized
you were so stupid.

Is that a question?

No, we're all through
with questions, hunter.

We gonna turn your
butt right over to the D.A.

Didn't you locate the girl?

Who? Who, this girl? Yeah.

I'm afraid not, hunter.

It's awfully tough
to locate somebody

who doesn't exist.

Susan crenshaw was
the name she used.

Now, somebody must've seen us.

I worked on her car
for nearly an hour.

Now, that must have been
pretty difficult, sergeant,

since you were
downtown pumping a hole

in Roscoe gatlen's
forehead at the same time.

Look, as soon as
you guys are finished

playing fun and games,
let's get down to the truth.

The truth is you're lying.

You claim you were home

at the time of the murder,

but you didn't happen
to see the person

who you claim must
have come into your place,

stole your gun, killed gatlen,

and then returned the gun.

I didn't kill gatlen.

I knocked the guy into
a plate of spaghetti.

I'll pick up his cleaning bill.

Oh, I forgot.

You're not the kind of
guy that kills people.

No, you knock 'em
down and beat 'em up

in front of a dozen witnesses,

witnesses who describe you

as being totally out
of control, sergeant.

I was upset. I was
not out of control.

Look, ask my partner.
She was there.

So sergeant hunter
grabbed Mr. Gatlen,

threw him into a table,

and then poured white
wine on his head, huh?

Well, not all of that is true.

What are the inaccuracies?

Well, I mean, most
of that's true.

It was red wine, not white.

Now, listen here, sergeant.

I have about had it with...

Hold on a minute.
Hold on a minute.

Uh, sergeant McCall,

when was the last time you
spoke with your partner?

Around 6:30 as we
were leaving work.

How would you describe
his frame of mind?

He was quiet. All
he wanted to do

was go home and
watch television.

All he wanted to do was go home

and watch television,
as opposed to what?

I had offered to
take him to dinner,

but he didn't want to go.

Did you make any
further attempts

to contact your
partner that evening?

I called him.

At what time?

It was between 11:00 and 11:30.

What did you talk about?

Nothing.

No one answered.

So how'd it go?
What'd they ask you?

You'd think that
after all these years

of asking questions,

I'd know how to answer them.

Why? What'd you
do, hang me in there?

No, I just told the truth.

Unfortunately, in this case,

the truth doesn't
look very good.

Well, the truth is I
didn't kill Roscoe gatlen.

Of course you didn't.
It's just a matter of time

before they find out who did.

It'll never make it to
a preliminary hearing.

The people vs. Hunter.

Sergeant, you will
return to this courtroom

this Thursday, the 21st,

when we will begin
the preliminary hearing

to see if you should be
bound over for felony trial.

In the meantime,

I have no choice but to
deny your request for bail

and remand you to
the county lockup.

Well, how about that?

Yep.

Well, look what we got here.

Surprise, surprise, surprise.

At first, after everyone
heard gatlen was dead,

nobody could believe it.

He was a mean one.

You'd have to be a real
fool or a dead shot

to try to kill him.

I gotta admit the only
one we could think of

that could do it
was sergeant hunter.

He didn't do it, sugar.

Hunter doesn't
kill in cold blood.

Hey, Dee Dee, I got no
gripes against the sarge.

He saved me from a couple
of broken arms one night

when I came in under quota.

If I can help,
that's ok with me.

Word is gatlen had
a pretty big supply

he was about to unload
the night he was killed.

Heard the same thing myself.

Any word on whether
the buy went down?

It didn't. The buyer
went home hungry,

and the merchandise vanished.

Heard they tore gatlen's
place apart looking for it.

Now everybody's dummied up.

That means the guy
who killed gatlen

could've stolen the stash

and is now looking for a buyer.

Could be.

I really need you to
keep your ears open

on this one, sugar.

Hunter's gonna be in
that jail for 72 hours,

and every guy in there
is gonna try for him.

Hey, there, sweet thing.

Got a spare hour?

Heh.

I tell you, you
ever hit the streets,

you can get yourself
some really good bread.

Lot of money in my business.

Yeah, but you got a
terrible health plan, honey.

See you later. Bye.

You sure been doing
that a long time.

You trying to lose
weight or something?

'Cause if you are
trying to lose weight,

you don't need to
bother exercising.

You'll know what I mean

once you eat that
mess hall food.

Gives a whole new meaning
to the word "blecch."

So, uh, you used
to be a cop, huh?

I guess I don't have to tell you

not too many guys in this place

are very fond of cops.

I don't mind cops.

I ain't never had a bit
of trouble with the law

up until the day I
killed my accountant.

I didn't mean to kill him,

but he was cheating me.

I accidentally beat him
to death with my 7 iron.

Heh. Don't get much of a chance

to play golf around here.

I think of being in
here as kind of a game.

I figure if I survive,

I win the game.

And I know the only
way a little guy like me

can survive in a place like this

is to try doing things
for people, you know?

Getting things, anything...

Food, drugs, information.

You need something...

Archie O'Hare's the man

who can get it for you.

So, uh...

Is there something
I can get for you?

Yeah, you can get
me out of here.

Would you settle for lunch?

Chili dog?

With or without cheese?

This way.

Look.

I'm a cook here.

I got keys to the kitchen area.

There goes hunter and
Archie for a little snack.

I think I'm kinda hungry, too.

How about you guys?

You like kosher dogs?

I love 'em. Yeah...

Hey. How about a beer?

Hey, you guys
shouldn't be in here.

Why, the kitchen's off limits?

Or only for police now?

I'm real disappointed
in you, arch.

After all this time,

I thought we were friends.

Then here I find you
cooking with a cop.

Give him a chance, man.

Maybe he wasn't
making it for hunter.

Come on, come on.

This is not the way
you're supposed to spend

your first day in jail, hunter.

Well, it works for me.

How nice of you
to drop in, hunter.

Now, you know why
you're here, hunter.

Because of me.

I heard the gas chamber's

a nice place to visit
in the fall, hammer.

Sorry, but I won't
be able to come up

and watch you wheeze
your last breath,

but I gotta get my
shoes shined on that day.

When you leave
here, it'll be in pieces.

But don't feel forgotten,

'cause years to come, when
they come through here,

they'll swear they
still hear you screaming.

Hey, Dee Dee.

Later, glasco.

Stole your what?

McCall. Where the
hell have you been?

They told me you
disappeared after roll call.

No check-in, no
phone call, no nothing.

Yeah, well, um...

I'm afraid that's
all my fault, sir.

When I found out we
were gonna be partners,

I asked her to fill
me in on her cases,

and I'd catch her up on mine.

We went out to breakfast.
I just lost track of time.

Well, now that you've had
all morning to swap stories,

get on with your work.

Yes, sir.

I don't know why
you did that for me,

but thanks anyway.
I owe you one.

What happened, you oversleep?

Yeah.

Or maybe you were
doing something else,

like trying to run down the
guy who killed Roscoe gatlen.

Anything the matter with that?

I do it on my own time.

I'd do the same thing
if it were my partner.

Hey, listen, Dee Dee,

if you ever need an extra
hand, you can count on me.

I know how hard it is

trying to run something
down like that alone.

I don't mean to
sound ungrateful,

but you sure seem ready to
stick your neck out for me.

Hey, hunter's a fellow cop,

and I happen to think
he got a bad break.

If it were me, I'd appreciate
all the help I can get,

but it's up to you, Dee Dee.

I'm your partner.

I'm not here to get in your way.

You know, I guess I was
wrong about you, Gil.

Maybe I shouldn't believe

all those rotten stories I hear.

What stories?

Just that you tend to
come on a little strong

to all the ladies
in the department.

Am I coming on to you?

Hammer's got dibs on hunter.

We gotta stay clear.

Hammer's in the hole.

Last time a guy slugged me,

he wound up like ground round.

Move along.

This seat's taken, pig.

Go on, uncover it.

Thank you, Archie.

Hey, you saved me
from a broken neck.

It's the least I could do.

So, what was it like in the Max?

Terrific. I met an old friend,

a guy by the name
of Charles Terrell.

The hammer? He's gonna be there

until his trial, I bet you.

He beat the hell out
of Billy two-shoes

for taking his seat at the mess.

Oh, that would set you off.

He put Billy in the infirmary.

The hammer's good at putting
people where he wants 'em.

Listen, arch. They keep a list

of all the prisoners' outgoing
phone calls, don't they?

Yeah.

Could you get me a look at 'em?

It could take a little time.

Time is something I don't have.

I'm doing ok. How you doing?

Fine, for the moment.

What's that mean?

Remember a guy by the
name of Charles Terrell,

the hammer?

Yeah. You made him
for that triple homicide.

He's in here. He's
awaiting sentencing.

Oh, boy, hunter.

Take it easy. He's in Max.

But it's just a matter of time.

He thinks he's gonna
get a shot at me.

You think he's the
one that set you up?

I wouldn't be surprised.
I'm working on getting a list

of his outgoing phone calls.
Maybe we could grab a lead.

I may be onto something, too.

My snitch told me
there's a big drug buy

about to go down. Yeah?

It's the same merchandise

that gatlen was holding
the night he got snaked.

5 will get you 10

that the seller
is gatlen's killer.

Blew gatlen away,
bagged his stash.

Gil and I will run
it down tonight.

Gil?

Oh, yeah, Gil glasco.

He's been assigned
as my new partner.

You've been alone in
a car with Gil glasco?

I hear he lets the
other cop drive

so he can spend his
time admiring himself

in the rearview mirror.

Hunter, I need a partner.

He's a partner. He
even volunteered.

Yeah, after he
eye-balled your legs.

Then he volunteered.

I think you're being
unfair with Gil.

Well, instead of spending
your time with Gil glasco,

how about trying to get
me the hell out of here?

I'm doing everything I can.

I know.

Hey, how come
you call me hunter,

and you call him Gil?

It's 'cause his
mommy named him Gil

and your mommy named you hunter.

It works for me.

Heh.

Take a hike.

Hey, what is it with you?

I need a fix.

I heard Tommy skags his men.

You know me?

You gotta help me, man.

I paid Roscoe gatlen
every dime I had,

and he stiffed me.

He didn't show with the stuff.

That's on account of he's dead.

He ran into a cop.

Look, I ain't got no money,

but, uh, I'll make it
worth your while.

I bet you used to
be real pretty, huh?

Come on in.

So, what do you think?

Somebody gonna make good
on what gatlen owes me?

Who's got his stash?

Couldn't tell. But whoever it is

is unloading it on
Larry krell tomorrow.

You need some help there?

No. I'm fine.

You know, you're making me

a little nervous
there, sweet pie.

Why don't you shoot up

so we can adjourn
to the bedroom?

Hey. What's with
the artillery, man?

I'm jumpy enough as it is.

Hold out your arm, now.

A junkie with a
clean arm. Ha ha.

The last time I saw
an arm that clean,

it belonged to a cop.

Go ahead. Prove me wrong.

Stick the needle in.

We'll both go flying together.

Aah!

Let go! Come on,
you're hurting me.

That's the rough idea, man.

Where do I find Larry krell?

Somebody order room service?

I wanted to make sure
you were fully nourished

before our big bust.

I hope you like blueberry.

Yeah. Blueberry's great.

Oh, yeah. The deal's going down.

And apparently, the buyer works

out of that brown
building behind us.

He drives a black 4-door,

California plates,
last 3 numbers 506.

Hey, listen, next time
you're up all night,

feel free to call me.
I'd be more than happy

to come over and
take up the slack.

Well, the next
time I'm up at 3 A.M.,

I'll remember
you said that. Heh.

Uh-oh. Looks like our guy.

Those 2 look awful chipper.

Not for long.

I've got something...
Explosive in mind.

Man: You are sure
this place is safe?

Second man: Hey, it's
safe. Count on it.

Let's see the stuff.

Here it is, 10
kilos, as promised.

That's Tony carbone.

That's the hammer's
first lieutenant.

There must be 8
warrants out on that guy.

I thought he was
hiding in Mexico.

Yeah, the hammer must've
have brought him up

to snuff gatlen and
try to set up hunter.

Boy, there's gonna be a
citation, that's for sure,

maybe even a medal.

Look, we gotta
peg the backup man.

Carbone wouldn't do this alone.

Dee Dee, there's
no one else in there,

unless they're invisible.
We've got to move on this now

while they're concentrating
on the merchandise.

I hope this is as
pure as you say it is.

What do you think,
I'm gonna step on it?

Come on, take it easy.

Ok. This is good. I'm in.

The money.

Hold it right there, carbone.

Don't shoot.

Come on, let's get to the car.

We'd better get an ambulance

before hunter's only hope dies.

He was trying to
get away, McCall.

This is l-59.

I need paramedics and
a tow truck right away.

No more. I can't take any more.

That one really
got you, didn't it?

I got some more. Listen to this.

Give me a chance
to catch my breath.

Archie: Let's see.

What's Irish and sits outside?

Patio furniture.

A friend of mine went
to see a psychiatrist.

He said, "doc, I got a problem.

"Sometimes I feel like a teepee,

and sometimes I
feel like a wigwam."

The shrink said,
"oh, that's easy.

You're too tense."

Get it, too tense, 2 tents?

Hey, did you get the dust

from between the
cabinet back there?

There was this guy.

The most important
thing was being a cop.

The clerk here,

she don't like dust
between the cabinets.

Did we get her,
or did we get her?

Yeah, you did real good, arch.

Dessert time.

Dark chocolate
with roasted almonds.

Or is it "ahmonds"?

How do you say that, hunter?
Is it "almonds" or "ahmonds"?

I just say nuts, arch.

Hey, where'd you get the book?

What book?

The life and times of
sergeant Rick hunter.

Is this really a book about you?

No, arch!

Arch?

Archie?

Arch?

Get the medics
and the stretcher.

Come on. Come on, back inside.

Come on, move, move.

Where does it hurt?

You see this little
dimple behind my ear,

next to my neck?

Yeah.

That's the only place
that doesn't hurt.

So, what's the news?

We nailed the guy

that killed gatlen
and set you up.

You're kidding. Tony carbone.

That locks right in, doesn't it?

That guy's a real talent
at second-story work.

While the girl keeps me busy,

he slipped in, grabbed my gun,

and wasted gatlen.

Then slipped back in
and replaced my gun.

Yeah. That's the
way it would figure.

So, when are they springing me?

Has carbone talked yet?

Well, he will as soon
as he gets the tubes

out of his throat.

We were in hot pursuit,

and Gil shot out his tires.

He's in intensive care.

Is he gonna make it?

Well, it's 50-50. But
now that we know

that carbone was
the guy that did it,

we can hopefully retrace
his steps back to the murder.

Gil's on top of it right now.

The guy who nearly
killed my only chance

is working on this?

Look under the covers.

What's this?

A list of all the phone calls

that the hammer and
his bozos made recently.

It may be thin, but I think

one of those numbers
might lead us to something.

Ok, I'll check it out.

Oh, I almost forgot. I
brought you something.

I figure you probably
hadn't had one of these

in a while.

What's the matter,
not enough grease?

Thanks.

Look, just try to
stay in this place

for as long as you can.

At least you know
you're safe in here.

Yeah.

See ya.

See you later.

Now, when you leave here, man,

you're 150 pounds of dog food.

You knew hunter was mine.

We just trying to have
a little fun, hammer.

Honest to god.

Gave him a jolt, and
then got caught.

Where's hunter now?

Infirmary.

He's in the infirmary.
We just winged him.

What's going on, Gil?

I've tried to call
you all morning,

and then I get a message
to meet you here.

What's this all about?

A little celebration I
thought we both deserved.

Celebration for what?

Well, Dee Dee, after all,

we did bust a
pretty big drug deal.

And almost lost the only person

who could clear hunter...

Who, by the way,

was almost killed last night.

Hey, take it easy.
We've got carbone.

Some poöté?

Carbone is in a coma.

And when he does
wake up and testifies,

provided he can
remember his name,

hunter could be dead.

Now, look, I got some
numbers hunter gave me

we ought to look up.

Look, just relax.

Everything's gonna
be all right. I promise.

You promise? Yes.

Just relax, enjoy
the wine and food.

Let's savor the victories

and put this other
stuff on hold.

I think we owe it to ourselves.

You know, you're
absolutely right, Gil.

To the start of a
wonderful relationship.

Ohh!

Aah!

What's wrong?

My stomach, man.

I got cramps, real bad.

I wouldn't want that to
happen, right, hammer?

You've gotta live...

So we can execute you.

Come on, man. He's hurting.

Would you come on?
It's driving me nuts.

I'll get a stretcher.

Dispatcher: L-59,
this is central.

Come in, please. Over.

L-59, McCall here. Over.

We got back names and addresses

for those phone numbers. Over.

Shoot. Over.

The problem is
they're all pay phones

except one. Over.

That's clever, calling people

at prearranged
times at phone booths.

Ok. What about the
other one? Over.

25012 Alameda. The
rendezvous bar. Over.

Excuse me.

I'm sergeant Dee Dee McCall.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about who receives
calls on your phone.

My phone. Uh, well,

I guess we get calls
for customers...

Sometimes. And employees...

Wrong numbers, of course.

Well, who does the hammer
or Tony carbone ask for

when they call?

Excuse me, miss.

Halt! Police!

Halt! Police!

Let me guess. Your
shift was over,

and you were in a real
big hurry to get home.

It's a pretty good
match, wouldn't you say?

I don't understand
what the problem is.

I have the woman. She's
given me a sworn statement

that she was involved
in a conspiracy

to convict hunter.
Let's get him out of there.

You know what your
problem is, McCall?

You've been partner
with that rodeo rider

for too long.

Now, you don't seem to recall,

but we've got a system.

And I run that system.

Now, sometimes it's slow,

sometimes it gets
bogged down in red tape,

but it exists and we
have to work with it.

Now, these things take time.

How long?

First we have to locate a judge.

He has to review
the girl's confession.

Then we have to
get papers signed.

Look, these chicken salad
cases and busted cars

are one thing, but we
got a cop in the joint.

And all this red tape
and antiquated systems

are not gonna sit well with
me if hunter winds up dead.

So why don't you
pick up that phone,

you dig up some judge

who's the closest thing
to a friend you can find,

and kick this thing in motion?!

McCall, I hear you're still
looking for a new partner.

Not anymore, Bernie.

Really? Who's the lucky guy?

Rick hunter.

You planning on
going to jail, too?

Why don't you save
your jokes for tomorrow

when hunter comes back, hmm?

McCall, just tell
him I was doing my job.

Just doing my job.

Oh, my stomach. Ohh!

Ooh! Stomach! Aah.

Shouldn't you take care
of that guy over there?

He sounds like a
wounded water buffalo.

Nope. I can tell what's
wrong with him from here.

How's that?

He put cigarette
ashes into his coffee,

and then he drinks it,

makes him sick to
death, but it passes.

Then he gets out
of Max for a while.

There, you're all set.

I'll change them again
tomorrow morning.

Yeah. Thanks, doc.

Aah!

I'm sergeant Dee Dee
McCall. I have an order

from judge William Prescott
to release Rick hunter.

Hey, habeas corpus.

Guess who's a free man.

Works for me.

Bet you thought you'd
never see that again.

It was beginning
to cross my mind.

Especially after you got
teamed up with Don Juan.

Heh. Well, fortunately,

I managed to get
rid of him in time.

So, where is he these days,
looking for new partners?

Probably out getting
his pants dry cleaned.

What? Never mind.

Ok, hunter, so,
where's the new car?

Captain said he was
going to issue you one.

It should be parked
right in front of the...

Motor pool.

I don't believe this.

I mean, where do they get these?

It looks like it went
through a fire bombing.

I nearly get killed in prison.

The guy doesn't have the decency

to give me a car that runs.

Well, now, I wouldn't say that.

Just because it
doesn't have a back end...

That's it. What?

I'm gonna go back up there

and make this jackass
give me a new car.

Oh, come on, hunter.
Do it tomorrow.

Let's go have dinner.

I don't want to have dinner.

Well, what do you want to do,

go home and sit by the
TV and be depressed?

Hi. I'm having some car trouble.

Could you help me
out or show me a phone

so I can call the auto club?

Oh, no.

Come on, McCall. Let's
go get that dinner.