All language subtitles for Hunter S06E03 Investment in Death

-Tonight on hunter.

-He was a gang banger
with the scorpions.

-Michael wasn't in the
scorpions any more.

-Who the hell is this white boy?

-I'm the white boy that's
going to dump you on your ass.

You're standing in
the way of business.

You didn't have to smoke him.

-You or your homeboys
bother Curtis or his family again,

I'm coming back here
with my homeboys.

-Police!

Drop the shotgun.

-Come on, brother.

Hey, it's me.

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Curtis, Curtis, listen I
need to talk to you, man.

Can you meet me?

Please.

Just meet me in Westwood.

At the corner of the
boulevard and brockton.

Right.

Thanks.

-Hey, Charlie.

Still moving in?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

That's right.

Oh, oh, oh.

Oh.

-Need some help there, captain?

-Ah, nah.

I'm doing great.

You know, I think
you ought to have one

of the cadets from the academy
helping you move, captain.

Don't you think
he should have one

of the cadets in the
academy helping him?

-Absolutely right.

I mean, what are they going to
think when they see the captain

carrying his own boxes
through Parker center?

-I'll tell you what
they're going to think.

There going to think
Charlie devane does not

use academy personnel for
his own... give me the stuff.

I don't know why we had
to move in here anyway.

I liked it down in central.

I loved my old office.

I could find my phone there.

-Charlie, every police officer
wants to work at Parker center

because that's
where all the action is.

Besides, the chief
is two floors up.

-Oh, is that right?

The chief calls me
about once a year.

Devane.

Yeah, chief, it's great.

It's fabulous the
decor is fantastic.

Really.

-Get busy.

-California driver's licenses
says he's Michael brown.

2250 82nd street?

That's in gang territory.

What's he doing over here?

Yeah, he's also got a Westwood
college student ID card.

-Oh, god!

-Let me go!

-Let him go!

-Please!

He's my brother!

-Mike no.

Mike Mike Mike.

No.

Mike.

No.

-I know that this is
difficult for you, Curtis.

You have to try to help us out.

-I'm trying.

Michael called me said he
wanted to see me right away.

Sounded important.

-Did he say what it was about?

-No.

I just got here
as fast as I could.

-Hey, Dell.

-How you doing, hunter?

-Good to see you.

-I heard you were
working this case.

-Yeah.

Glad you are here.

-Yeah.

The victim was Michael
brown you know.

-Oh, you knew him?

-Yeah, since he was a kid
growing up near the projects.

He was a gang banger
with the scorpions.

-Michael wasn't in the
scorpions any more.

-Curtis brown was
uh, Michael's brother.

This is sergeant...

-I know who he is.

A hot shot with the gang unit.

But he's wrong about Michael.

-Anything on the shooter?

-Yes. Three black
males, early twenties.

All of them wearing
orange bandanas,

driving a gray oldsmobile.

Apparently it happened
so fast nobody got a license.

-Colors are the 12th
Avenue daggers.

Sworn enemies
of Michael's old set.

-I told you.

Michael wasn't in
the gang anymore.

He quit.

When he started studying
at Westwood college.

-Take it easy, Curtis.

-I will not have this man
putting Michael down.

-He didn't mean it personally.

-Personally, hunter, it
couldn't get more personal.

-I think I'll go talk to some
of Michael's old friends

on campus.

-This is good.

Before you uh
hand this in, I, I think

we ought to go over it again.

Somebody lander?

-Yes.

Sergeant McCall, la pd homicide.

I'd like to talk to you, please.

-Homicide?

Um Barry, why don't, why
don't we meet at the same place

tomorrow, ok?

Is something wrong?

-Yeah.

It's about your
roommate, Michael.

-I don't understand, what?

-There was a drive by shooting
in Westwood this afternoon.

Very sorry to have to tell you
this, but Michael was killed.

-What?

-We think it was
a gang shooting.

-A gang.

Michael quit the gang
when he came here.

Does his brother know?

-Yes.

-Poor Curtis.

-How well did you know
Michael's personal life?

-Well, we were buddies.

We went to parties.

Um, double dated.

Had dinner at
Michael's mother's place.

Stuff like that.

-Well, do you know if
he kept in touch with any

of his old friends
from the gang?

-No.

No.

Michael didn't want any
part of that life any more.

This is crazy.

-Yeah, it is.

-Michael survives the ghetto.

He comes here.

No athletic scholarship, just
brains and a lot of ambition.

And then he winds
up getting killed

in the middle of Westwood.

-Brian.

-Ah.

Sergeant McCall, this
is Erica, my girlfriend.

-Did you hear what
they're saying on the radio?

Michael's dead.

-I know how your
friend, Curtis feels.

But he's wrong.

These kids never
leave the gangs.

-Dell, you've been out in
the streets too long, pal.

-Hunter, you work out here
eight years with these gangs

and see what it does to you, ok?

What do we draw down, I
mean, forty plus grand per year?

These kids make millions
on the drug business.

-Dell, if you want a raise,
I'm not the guy to talk to.

-What I want is
some satisfaction.

If I could reach just one
of these kids, hunter.

Just one.

To show him that there's
another way to go with his life.

That he has choices.

Then, I'd be a happy man.

-Maybe Michael brown
is one of those kids.

-Hunter.

-Hey, captain.

-I just got a lecture
in community relations

from the chief.

-Don't tell me.

Chief doesn't like drive by
shootings in Westwood, right?

-He doesn't like drive
by shootings anywhere.

The mayor is all over his case.

-You know what that means.

-Yeah, I get the picture.

-Look, we need results.

What do you got?

-All right, the drive by car
was a Westwood stolen.

We found it late last night
in the 12th Avenue dagger

district.

-Wiped clean.

No prints. Typical.

-What about McCall?

Did she find anything
at the college?

-Every kid she spoke to over
there at the college who knew

Michael brown swears
he had absolutely no ties

with any gangs.

-That cannot be.

A gang does not
drive into Westwood

and blow somebody
away for nothing.

Come on.

Come up with something.

Weber, are you
putting on weight?

-No, sir.

Pure muscle.

-Looks good.

-Pure muscle?

-Come on, Dell, let's
go earn our $40,000.

-Hey, ho, homeboy.

Here come the man, man.

-Weber, my man.

What's happening?

-You tell me, blade.

Looks like two of your
boys took down a scorpion.

Michael brown.

-Did you say Michael brown?

Never heard of him.

-Turn that damn box down, boy.

-Who the hell is this white boy?

I'm the white boy that's

going to dump you on your ass.

-It ain't worth it home boy.

Back off.

Back off.

-You're crazy!

-Yeah.

You know what crazy is?

Who killed Michael brown?

-Man, it wasn't our hit.

-Who was it?

-I don't know.

Look you're the genius
of the neighborhood.

Figure it out.

And you better tell me.

Otherwise, you're going
to see this face an awful lot.

You got it?

You got it?

-Yeah, I got it, man.

Relax.

-Open up!

Is he in there?

Why, man?

Michael was one of us.

-He didn't act like one of us.

When's the last time he
represented the center?

-Man, Michael was my friend.

He was our people.

The boy was nothing.

-You bastard!

-He was standing in
the way of business.

And nobody, I mean nobody
stands in the way of business.

You understand that?

You didn't have to smoke him.

-I'm only going
to say this once.

We all have a lot at stake here.

We don't need nobody
running a game on us.

Michael didn't understand that.

Do you understand that, Eddie?

Tell me you understand, Edward.

Tell me.

Yes.

-Yeah.

-Iceman.

Brian lander here.

We still on for tomorrow?

-We better be.

-Get him out of here.

Give me shadway.

Come on in, shadway.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Have a seat.

It's ok.

You can have a seat.

Let's see, the last
time you and I chatted,

you didn't know who
Michael brown was.

You don't know anything
about the daggers.

And you'd like me to go
straight to hell, isn't that right?

-You know, you
hear real good, man.

-A good kid is dead.

Mitchell.

I don't think that's funny.

You think that's funny?

-My momma's the only
one who calls me Mitchell.

-Your mother must
be awfully proud of you.

You just keep my
momma out of this.

-Then let's talk about
Michael brown's mother.

She's awfully proud of him.

Until one day, he goes to
Westwood and somebody

wearing dagger colors...

-Watch the watch the threads.

-Somebody wearing dagger
colors wants him so bad,

they drive to
Westwood to shoot him.

What do you think about that?

-Hey, look, I told you man.

I have never heard
of no Michael brown.

All right?

Now, you have no
right to keep me here.

I know about this stuff.

-You know about this stuff.

-Yeah.

-Let's see how much you know.

Well, then you must know about
the outstanding warrant for one

Mitchell James
chadway... that's you.

For possession of a
controlled substance.

You missed your
court date, Mitchell.

But make yourself comfortable.

You're not going anywhere.

-Hey, hunter.

Anything?

-Nope.

Same old usual stuff.

Guy's never heard
of Michael brown,

the daggers, or the scorpions.

-Funny how they
all sound the same.

Let's see what this
guy's got to say.

-Yeah, well good luck.

-Come on.

-Hey.

-Hi.

Devane said you threw out a net.

-Yeah.

You know, McCall, whoever killed
Michael brown wants us to think

that the shooting
was gang related.

I just can't buy that.

-Any ideas yet?

-No ideas but I'll
guarantee you something.

We're going to find
out one way or another

what happened to this kid.

-Have you talked to Curtis?

-You know, I tried to
call him but I haven't

been able to get
any return call.

-I sure hope he's not
out there playing cop.

I'll get on the horn and
see if I can locate him.

-Yeah.

-Give a rest, ok?

Been a while, Eddie.

-Yeah.

-Hurts about Michael, don't it?

Michael always liked you, Eddie.

He had nothing but good
words to say about you.

-I liked Michael too.

Everybody did.

-Not everybody.

Someone from
around here killed him.

-Don't be too sure about that.

-Oh, I'm sure.

-You forget.

I'm from around here too.

-What is it you want, Curtis?

-I want to know
who killed Michael.

I want you to tell me.

-I don't know nothing.

-Some people are
damn good liars.

But you sure ain't one of them.

Now, come on.

Tell me what you know.

-Look who's here.

-You ask a lot of
questions, Mr. Brown.

You still snitching
to the police?

-Michael told me you're
about as bad as it gets.

-Why are you guys hanging
around refuse like this?

You got nothing better
to do with your lives?

We came here to relax,
not to be hassled by you.

So why don't you
take your questions

and move on down
the line, brother brown.

-Who killed Michael?

-Rack them up.

-I asked you a question.

-Do not put your hands on me.

You're in violation.

-I want an answer, damn it.

-911.

-911.

-Curtis.

You can't go around
slamming people

in the head with a pool cue.

You want to talk to me about it?

-I thought that if I got
Michael out of the ghetto,

and into college, the
world would be his oyster.

I didn't want him to make
the same mistakes in life I did.

-Look, Curtis, you don't have
anything to be ashamed of.

-But I don't have anything
to brag about either.

I knew that if Michael
got an education,

he'd be better than me.

-Listen, just because someone
has an education doesn't

make them better
than anyone else.

-But it can open doors, man.

-Yeah, I know.

-Michael was making the
right kind of friends at college.

Like Brian lander.

They were talking
about starting a business.

Maybe a brokerage company.

Two hot shots like them
could have made a fortune.

But those dreams
died with Michael.

You see, Curtis, whose
dreams were they?

Were they Michael's dreams
or were they your dreams?

-I'm just a street hustler.

Lucky to be making it.

I didn't pick this life,
hunter, I just grew up in it.

I wanted to give Michael
something I never had.

-What's that?

-I can't read.

You didn't know that, did you?

Yeah, I fool a lot of people.

But I damn sure
don't fool myself.

I'm a fake, hunter.

Maybe Michael was living
out some of my dreams.

But mostly those
dreams were for him.

I wanted him to have
a chance so he could

make some choices with his life.

So he wouldn't
have to do just settle.

But the streets
caught up to him.

-This is insane.

Killing somebody was
not part of the deal.

-It's the cost of
doing business.

Don't worry about it.

-Don't worry about it!

What do you think this is,
one of your business courses.

If this gets back to me,
my neck is on the line.

-Your neck was on the
line when this thing started.

Your company was dying.

When Michael took me down to
the ghetto and pointed iceman out,

I knew the guy was solid gold.

He had more drug money
than he knew how to count.

-I never should have
gotten involved with this.

-If I hadn't gone down
and talked deal to him,

your company would
be belly up and you'd

be out hunting for a job.

-Maybe so.

But murder.

-Michael didn't
give us a choice.

It was him or us.

Look, if we just
stay cool, no one's

going to figure we had
anything to do with it.

We'll be in the clear.

-What about this iceman?

He would turn
us in a flat minute.

-It is not going to happen.

Look, we are talking
money here, tons of it.

-Yes.

Mr. Taylor is here to see you.

-Send him in.

-Right on time.

-We were just talking about you.

-Is that right?

-You know Chad jorgenson?

-Yes.

Of course.

Nice to see you
again, Mr. Taylor.

As always.

Let me show you something.

It's a report on your
offshore investments.

You'll find out that 33%
of those investments...

-You can save all that.

How much?

-Oh, uh, Brian how much?

-In the past six months
you've made a million two.

-Let's do it again.

-I can't tell you
how sorry we are.

-Thanks.

Thanks for coming.

Both of you were
very special to Michael.

-Is she going to be ok?

-Look, um, some people are
gathering by the house later.

Stop by, please.

It'll make her feel better.

It really will, would you?

-Yeah.

-Ok.

Thanks.

You are not wanted here.

Do you understand me?

Hey, hey, I'm talking to you.

You are not wanted here.

-Wouldn't be right
for Michael to be

buried without his colors.

-Do not put this gang trash on
Michael, do you understand me?

He was not a part
of you... you get out.

-He was family.

He'll always be part of us.

-Take it outside.

Iceman.

You're forgetting something.

-Got it all wrong.

We all Michael's friends.

-None of you are his friends.

Not even you.

You used to be, but
you ain't no more.

It wouldn't surprise me if
one of you pulled the trigger.

-You're out of line saying that.

Let him go on.

Let him go.

-All right, here's the drill.

You or your homeboys
bother Curtis or his family again,

I'm coming back here
with my homeboys.

You understand that?

Take a hike.

-I been thrown out of
better places than this.

Let's take it home, fellows.

-The chief is
climbing all over me.

I got nothing good to give him.

-I wish I had some good
news for you, Charlie.

-This might put us
back on square one.

Got a list of all the calls that
were made from Michael's room

at the dorm.

One of them was
placed to an Earl

Taylor, better known as iceman.

-So maybe weber was right.

Michael was fooling
around with those gangs.

-I don't know
about that, Charlie.

Excuse me. Hunter.

Homicide.

I want to talk to you
about Michael brown.

-Yeah, who is this?

-It doesn't matter.

-Just listen.

-Hello?

Hello.

-Who you calling, Eddie?

-I was going to make
a phone call when

I found this body sitting there.

And then I saw a
car drive out real fast.

-Did you get the license number?

-Wasn't wearing my glasses.

The car was brown.

That's all I know.

-You see who was in the car?

I told you I wasn't
wearing my glasses.

-I appreciate your Patience.

Thanks very much.

Dell, what have you got?

-An old friend wants to see you.

-You want to see me?

-You got five of my
homies locked down.

I want them out.

-So what do you
want me to do about it?

-So try this on.

Your boy, iceman Taylor
has himself a new friend.

Seen them driving
around town together.

We wheeling and dealing or what?

-You've got to do
better than that.

-This new friend's a white boy.

Drives a BMW with
a Westwood college

sticker in the back window.

Is that any better, officer?

-If it checks out.

I'll see what I can do.

Call me.

-We stopped by uh Brian's
dorm Westwood college,

but they said that he
spends most his time here.

I can see why.

This is beautiful.

How long have you lived here?

-About six months now.

Brian only goes to the
dorms to do tutoring.

-How can you
afford to go to school

and pay for a place like this?

Well, Brian works for Chad
jorgenson investments,

so he's pretty much
up on everything.

He's made some really good
financial moves on his own.

He just has a knack
for making money.

-Brian.

You remember sergeant
McCall and sergeant hunter?

-Sure.

- Brian, how you doing?
- Good.

- Hi.
- Hi.

-Hi.

They want to ask you some
questions on Michael's death.

-Glad to help.

-Good.

Do you mind uh going
somewhere else for us to talk?

-Sure.

-Just came in from r&I.

-You know, i'm
really sort of busy.

How much longer
is this going to take?

-You have an arrest
record in the state

of Arizona for
real estate fraud.

-It was a misunderstanding.

Everyone got their money back.

-What kind of investments do
you make at uh Chad jorgenson?

-Dabble in commodities.

-Like crack cocaine?

-What are you talking about?

-You said that Michael
didn't keep in touch with any

of his friends
from the old gang.

-Fact is a phone call was
placed from his dorm room

to a known crack
dealer named iceman.

-Hey, who Michael called
was his own business.

-No, what she's
saying is, Brian,

is that you made the
phone call to iceman

from Michael's telephone.

-I never even heard of the guy.

But Michael was my friend.

I want to find out who
killed just as much as you do.

I don't like being
treated like a criminal.

-Nobody said you were.

-I don't know who iceman is.

Why won't you believe me?

Ok.

Here's what we're going to do.

-Yeah.

We're going to let you go.

And uh, if you want to leave
town for any sudden reason,

please just give us a call.

-Does this mean I'm grounded?

-Brian, we can put you
in jail now if you want.

-I think the kid might rabbit.

I'm going to put a tail on him.

-Yeah.

Good idea.

-Hunter.

-Curtis.

What are you doing here?

-Man, I have been
trying to reach you.

-I've been very busy.

-What you got?

You got anything?

-We're working on it.

-You've got something
you don't want tell me, right?

-I'm telling you
everything I know.

-Well, look, man.

I have got to do something now.

-You want to do something,
here's what we can do.

Go in the elevator.

Go down, get in your
car, go home and relax.

Understand one thing.
Your friend's on the case.

- Trust me.
- Ok.

- I do.
- I do.

I do.

But you've got to
talk to me, man.

-I'll call you.

-Ah, geez.

-Hey, hunter.

- Yeah?
- Was that Curtis brown?

-Yeah, it was.

-How's he doing?

-He's doing all right.

He's a little upset.

-Yeah, you expert that.

-Do me a favor, will you?

Take this back to
Phillips in r&I.

-Yeah, sure, where you gong?

-I've got to go see a
man about an investment.

Thanks.

-So what do you think?

Which one you like?

The wool?

Or the raw silk?

-You must have broke
the bank for that gear.

-I'm suited up at a grand a pop.

It looks good on me too.

-How many of those you got left?

-You can never have
enough of a good thing.

-Oh, come on man, you
thinking and fronting, man.

That ain't the real you.

-You know the cliche?

When in Rome?

You're dealing
with the white boys.

It pays to look as
good as they do.

Or better.

-Maybe that's the problem.

-Speak your mind, boy.

-I think we should
not go into business

with that white school boy.

-That your opinion?

-Hey, I'm just saying what all
the homeboys are thinking, man.

Them white dudes are
only using us to get rich.

-You got it backwards, homey.

We the one's using them.

And we're getting richer.

-But we're taking all the risk.

While you were out there
buying all that new gear

that cop weber has been
asking a lot of smart questions.

And he's been
asking them about us.

-Weber?

Weber don't know a thing.

And he can't prove a thing.

So he can ask all
the questions he likes.

He ain't got nothing on us.

-He better not, man.

Because I just can't go
back to that joint anymore.

-Don't worry about it.

It's not going to happen.

Soon we're going
to own the joint.

Do yourself a favor.

Go see my tailor.

-Brian started on our intern
program nearly two years ago.

And then when the
program was over,

I just kept him on as
a part time employee.

-Really?

Well, it sounds like you're
impressed with his work, huh?

-Yes, very.

He's an intelligent and
capable young man.

As a matter of fact,
when he graduates

I intend to hire him on
as a junior associate.

-What's his job now?

-He's uh, he's a part
time research assistant.

He does uh, analysis
of financial opportunities,

risk to investment.

Stuff like that.

-Must be a well paying job, huh?

-My secretaries make
twice as much he does.

-Oh, tell me.

Do you know if Brian
has any other uh source

of income other than this job?

-We uh, we haven't
really spoken about it.

What does this have to
do with your investigation?

-It's just standard
procedure, Mr. Jorgenson.

Really.

Really.

That's all it is.

Oh, listen, one other thing.

Has uh Brian ever
mentioned a fellow

by the name of Earl Taylor?

Also known as the iceman.

-Uh, no.

I don't recall
anyone by that name.

-No?

-No.

I see.

Ok.

Well, appreciate your time.

-Great.

No problem.

-Thanks.

-Sure.

-Welcome to south central.

How the other half lives.

What's popping?

Uh, we've got a problem.

The uh, the cops are
coming down on Brian.

-He knows enough
to keep his mouth shut.

-Not if they tie him into you.

If he has to beat
a murder charge,

he'll turn us both in without
a second's hesitation.

-You take care of my money.

I'll talk to the boy.

-Mr. Brown.

I'd like a word with you.

-I don't think you and I got
anything to say to each other,

ok?

-I want to apologize.

I told you Michael
was still in the game.

But the more I
check it out, the more

I find that's not the case.

So if I caused you or your
family any grief, I'm sorry.

-I appreciate you
telling me that.

Momma will be glad to know.

Thanks.

-I'll be in touch.

Ok?

-Yeah.

28 come in.

Captain devane on tack two.

-28 here.

-Have you found
anybody else that

saw that lander kid
talking to iceman Taylor?

-I'm still checking it out.

I'll get back to you.

-Well listen, let me
know as soon as you find

something, all right?

-Right.

-Hello.

-Hi.

It's me.

-Hi.

-You packed?

-Well, it's getting there.

We're taking an awful lot for
a weekend in The Bahamas,

don't you think?

-Yeah, well maybe if we
like we'll stay a while longer.

Look, I'm only a
few minutes away.

Be ready, ok?

-Shots fired.

Officer needs help.

-Freeze!

Put the gun down!

Kick it away from your body.

Put your fingers
behind your head.

Turn around.

Get down on your knees.

Spread eagle.

-Come on.

It is awfully hot out here.

-Look, I don't know nothing
about Michael and Eddie.

-Well, you're going
to do the time for them

if you don't start
talking to me.

Lander was investing
scorpion drug money, wasn't he?

And jorgenson
was in on it, right?

Walter, why don't you take
this guy down to the clubhouse

and book him on
three counts of murder.

-Wasn't me that killed
Michael and Eddie.

-Yeah, well who was it?

-Iceman done it.

-Iceman done it, huh?

There's a surprise.

McCall, why don't you take
jorgenson I'll take the iceman.

Thanks a lot.

-Police.

Warrant.

Drop the shotgun!

I said drop it.

One William 156.

Come in please.

56 go.

-Hunter.

I've got jorgenson, but
there's something else.

The divers can't
find lander's body.

-Grab the bags.

Let's go.

-Brian.

-Where are the bags?

-You had Michael
killed, didn't you?

Didn't you?

-What are you, crazy?

Where did you hear that?

-From me.

You were the last
person on earth

I thought would
ever sell Michael out.

-What are you, crazy?

I loved Michael.

-You had him killed.

Come on, come on, Curtis.

This is Brian.

What... just put the
gun down and we'll talk.

-You're going to talk all right.

Or I'm going to kill you.

I want to hear the truth!

Brian!

-Curtis!

-Curtis, Curtis, I've got money.

You can have it all.
- Oh, no, no, no.

You not going to buy
your way out of this one.

You tried to buy
Michael off didn't you?

-He was going to
blow the whistle...

-And when he refused,
you had him killed.

-Drop the gun, Curtis.

He's not worth it.

-He killed my brother.

I've got to make
it right for Michael.

-Michael wouldn't want this.

And you know it.

You said you want
to give Michael

something that
you had never had.

Now's your chance to do that.

Do something for Michael.

Do something for him.

Curtis.

Learn to read.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's good.

It's all right.

You're going to
be all right, Curtis.