T.J. Hooker (1982) s05e10 Episode Script

(fast electronic music) - [Radio.]
4-Adam-30, come in.
- [TJ.]
30, over.
- [Radio.]
We spotted your shooting suspect going south on Overland near Rose.
- [TJ.]
Thanks guys, glad I have friends in high places.
(siren blaring) (man shouting) - Come on.
- No! - Let's go, let's go.
- This is 4-Adam-30 requesting SWAT.
And a backup.
At 3455 California Street.
I'm under fire from a single assailant with an automatic weapon.
He has a female hostage.
- [Radio.]
All units, Shots fired at 3455 California Street.
- [Radio.]
1-Zebra-10, we're on it.
Z-10, code six on the help call.
- [Radio.]
Roger, Z-10.
- This is 4-Adam-30.
Let's move on that backup.
You, inside the house! - We're backup, 1-Zebra-10.
- Glad to have you.
- Just passing through.
What's he got in there? - An Uzi.
And a hostage.
It's good to see you, Karen.
I've been meaning to call.
- I'm gettin' out of here! Now don't do anything stupid! - You can go, leave the girl here! - Ha! Come on, let's go.
Come on.
- Please let me go.
Don't shoot me! (woman screaming) - Are you crazy? You could have killed the girl.
- I didn't, pal.
Relax.
- Who've they teamed you with? Wyatt Earp? - Just plain old John Reed, one-man gang.
- [Suspect.]
I'm gettin' out of here.
And she's my cover.
You take any more potshots, and I'll kill her for you! - Get his attention.
Cover me.
- Hooker, don't be a hero.
- Still looking after me? (dramatic music) - [Suspect.]
I'm leaving.
- You in there, we want to talk! - [Suspect.]
You cops all talk the same, out of the side of your face.
Now we're coming out! - You hurt the girl, no one's gonna help you! - You think I'm some kind of nutcase, huh? Come on.
- Please don't shoot.
- Now nobody moves.
Nobody moves, you stay right where you are.
Nobody gets hurt.
Just shut up.
All right, come on.
- No, please, please.
- Whose van is this? OK, get in.
Get in the van, get in! (woman sobbing) - You all right? - Yes.
- Are you OK? - Guess so.
Little scared.
- Why don't you have them check to make sure.
- OK.
- You pick our day in court to have all the fun.
- Anybody hurt? - Well, the girl got a little shaken up, but everything else is all right.
Excuse me.
- You know her? - No, but Hooker does.
- Well, I guess that wraps it.
- I'm sure glad it was you who was backing me up.
Been six months.
How about dinner to fill in the blanks? - Do you think that'd be smart? - I think it'll be fun.
- I don't doubt that.
I've missed you.
But I can't.
Not today.
- When? - I'm into something I have to wrap up.
Give me a rain check, Hooker.
Call me at the end of next week? - You got it.
- OK.
(gentle music) - Karen.
How long are you gonna go on like this? - As long as I'm assigned to work with you.
- You can't just cut us off like that.
- I don't want to talk about us.
- Hooker.
He was the guy before me, right? - What difference does it make? - I was just wondering.
I mean if you two were such a hot number.
You transferred out to get away from him.
- It's none of your business.
- But you and me, that is my business.
- No, not anymore.
We don't think alike.
Maybe we never did.
- All this because I want more out of life than a pension and a heart condition.
- You know that's not the reason.
It's the way you want to score, John.
- You mean dirty? You got a lot to learn for a cop.
- You got a lot to learn as a human being.
- Can you believe it, the mother of that guy with the machine gun is trying to post bail for her boy.
She says it's all a mistake.
- Mother love is a wonderful thing.
- Not as wonderful as some other kinds of love.
Boy-girl, for instance? What do you think, Hooker? - I think your mind is wandering.
I called Judge Dobbins, gave him a rundown on the case.
This guy's record for assault and battery and rape charges.
He's gonna slap him with bail that'll keep him off the streets for a long while.
- Hooker, I need to talk to you.
- Who's filed a complaint against me this time? - No complaint, just got a phone call, and it's bad news.
- My kids, Chrissy, Tommy? - No, it's not them.
- What then? Come on, Pete.
- Officer Remy, Karen.
- What about her? - She's dead, Hooker.
About an hour ago.
- Dead? How? - Well I don't have it all yet, but she was alone in her car on 63rd and Webster.
- What's the rest of it? - It's not pretty, Hooker.
It looks like a hit.
- How? - Shotgun.
Close range.
- I'm sorry, but no one is allowed past this desk to the holding section without clearance from the coroners office or the equivalent of same.
- And the equivalent of same is a court order, right? - Right.
- At this hour, forget it.
- Sergeant Hooker? Sergeant Hooker! - What are you doing, Hooker? - It's business, Tom.
- Who are you looking for? - Officer Remy.
- The female officer who was brought in a little while ago? - That's right.
- Do you have a personal interest in this? - Yes, I do.
- Then you don't want to see her.
This is not the way to remember her.
She took a 12 gauge.
Full of buckshot.
At close range.
In the face.
Leave her be, Hooker.
She'd want it that way.
(gentle music) - Hooker.
Lieutenant said you'd be here.
- Karen said she couldn't go on with a relationship that didn't have children as part of the future.
- I can understand that.
- Sounds like a woman who wanted a full-time relationship.
- Well I had just settled Tommy and Chrissy with their mother in Oregon.
They were my first priority.
So she transferred into Intelligence and out of my life.
- You did what you had to do.
- You gonna be all right? - When I find who killed her, yeah.
- It's late, Hooker, why don't you go home and get some sleep.
- I've got to make sure the funeral arrangements have been handled, I got to call her parents in Ohio.
- [Jim.]
Can't that wait till morning? - Nothing can wait till morning.
Don't you understand that? Damn it Captain, answer me this.
How does an Intelligence officer end up on a slab, after going alone to an area that produces two homicides a week, and nobody in her division knows anything about it? - I told you, Hooker, she got a call from an informant who wanted to talk.
If she wanted company all she had to do was ask.
- What about her partner, Reed? - He was off duty.
She was working on her own.
- It smells, Captain.
It stinks.
- Morning, Pete.
Hooker here doesn't like the way I run my division.
- Well Officer Remy was, well they were close.
- More than that.
She was a hell of a cop.
An outstanding human being.
Whoever killed her, I'm gonna nail 'em.
- Wait a minute.
You're not only not on this case, but you better stay a million miles away from it.
- Special circumstances, Hooker.
The Captain has jurisdiction.
- Then I'm officially notifying you that I'm taking one week of time off due to me, starting right now.
- You stick your nose into this, Hooker, I'll have you suspended.
And if that doesn't work, I'll call for a Trial Board Hearing.
- I won't be hard to find.
(dramatic music) (gentle music) (door opening) - I didn't expect to see you here, Hooker.
- What do you want? - Hey, you act like you own the place.
- I said what do you want? - It's personal.
- I was just leaving.
- That picture was buried deep in a drawer until a couple of days ago.
- Karen and me, we were close, understand? A team.
- Yeah, but she died alone.
- What does that mean? - She received a telephone call.
Went out without any backup.
Why? She was a good cop, she wouldn't have done that.
Unless she had a reason.
Unless she didn't trust her partner.
Don't try that again.
- You're a damn fool, you know that? How do you think I got that? Karen gave it to me.
That's my key.
Think about it.
I just came here to pick up some of my things-- - Get out of here.
- Sure.
Why not.
But you ought to know this.
We were gonna get married.
You're carrying a torch, Hooker.
But face it, she left you for me.
- It came down from Nash that the information concerning Remy's killing was not under any circumstances to be released to you, Hooker.
- Don't do this to me, Lieutenant.
You owe me for past favors.
I'm calling in your marker.
- That's hitting below the belt, you know that.
- Tell me what was found at the murder scene, there had to be something.
- Look, I can tell you is that it's being taken care of.
- Del, help me.
- All right, in here, both of you.
I've got a surprise for you.
There's nothing to hide.
There's tire marks and an oil spot, maybe the killer's car.
Now the tires on the car match up to at least 100,000 pair of the same make.
- What about the oil? - The oil spot? - Right.
- Re-refined motor oil, standard stuff.
- That's it? - Yup.
- Come on.
Does the the plaster cast of the tires indicate the size tires of an older, heavier model, or the smaller, lighter ones? - Heavy.
- How much wear on the treads? - Say less than a thousand miles, and it's the type tire used in high-performance vehicles.
- All right, unless that vehicle was parked on the street for six months, somebody had to put on a new set of tires in the last 30 days.
- Oh, I see where you're heading, my feet are getting sore already.
- Jim, check every tire store in the inner city.
Run the makes through the computer on any car over 2,500 pounds still rolling the streets with a new set of those high-performance tires.
I owe you one.
- As far as I'm concerned, this conversation never happened.
- Whatever works.
- Hooker, how'd it go with Kennedy? - They found some tire marks.
Corrigan's checking on it.
- Anything I can do? - As a matter of fact, there is.
You were going with an officer from Metro, weren't you? - We went out a few times, yeah.
But I'm not looking to start things up again.
- Yeah, well I want you to call him.
And sweet-talk him into finding out what kind of case load Karen and Reed were carrying on their duty calendar.
- You really want me to deal with this guy again? - You can handle it.
(bright pop music) - Trixie.
Got a minute? - Would you get lost, Hooker, can't you see I'm busy? - Don't even think it.
- Hooker, I have been out here for three hours, that was my first customer.
- I know, things are tough.
Where's Gus? - I haven't seen the creep in months.
- Come on, Trixie, I remember when you and Gus shared everything.
- Word passed around, you know that.
- Yeah but Gus was special.
Last time I saw him was a year ago.
He was talking to Officer Remy.
Do you remember her? - Wasn't she found dead a day or two ago? - You got it.
I figure Gus Pearson would know if anybody had a contract out on a cop.
- Gus retired.
- Come on, who are you kidding? - It's the truth.
Gus went straight.
When he picked up all his little toys and went away, he forget to take along the one person that was his meal ticket.
He's done real well for himself, too.
Damn him.
- Trixie.
Where's Gus.
- What do I owe him anyway.
You might try that place off 10th and Alameida.
His name's on the sign out front.
Can I go now, Hooker? I'm not getting any younger, you know.
- Thank you.
(dramatic music) - I want to talk to you, Gus.
- No way.
- Gus! (fast electronic music) - [Gus.]
Hey hey, what are you trying to do, Hooker? - Get some answers.
- What are you talking about, man? - Officer Remy is dead.
I want to know who hit her.
Who?! - [Gus.]
I am off the street.
I lost all my contacts.
I don't know, I don't know.
Look, I own this place, I'm clean.
- [TJ.]
You've never been clean.
Give me some answers.
Last chance, Gus.
- OK look, I had nothing to do with killing that cop, I swear.
I read about it like everybody else.
I was real sorry, Hooker, she always treated me square.
- Good bye, Gus.
- No, wait! Wait.
If I open my mouth now, I won't last a week, give me a break.
- If you don't open your mouth, you won't last five seconds.
- OK, OK.
One of my girls was doing business with this guy from out of town.
And he went to meet these people in heavy tech development.
- Make that clear.
- OK, he set me up in this place.
He needed a front, a business where he could travel in and out of the country without raising suspicion.
- You went from pimping to moving stolen merchandise? What's that got to do with Officer Remy? - I'm trying to tell you something.
Look, we needed protection.
We needed-- No! I wasn't going to tell him anything! - Gus.
Gus! Who was your protection? - Go to hell, Hooker.
- How's the arm? Wound doesn't seem to be bothering you much.
- I got lucky and the bullet missed the bone.
- You ignored my direct order to steer clear of this investigation, Hooker.
And for all your effort, we now have another body on our hands.
- Gus Pearson was responding to my questions.
Somebody shut him up for keeps.
- Gus Pearson had bashed heads with our judicial system, that doesn't mean he had anything to do with Karen Remy's death.
- The way Hooker tells it I'm not sure, Captain.
- That is a guess.
- Why else was he killed? - Just a minute, Sergeant.
If Pearson had anything to say to you before he died, I want to know it.
- It's all in my report.
- Quote, we had to have protection, unquote? That's it? - You forgot he also told me to go to hell.
- I was in the Chief's office a little while ago, Hooker.
And now I'm gonna have a little talk with Lieutenent O'Brien.
- So you had me suspended.
Why? What are you afraid I'll uncover? - Come on, take it easy, Hooker.
- No, it's all right.
If you check with the desk sergeant, you'll find he already has my gun and my badge.
- What happened to your arm? - You hear about Gus Pearson? - Who's he? - One of Karen's best snitches, you mean you didn't know? - Well she didn't tell me everything.
- Did you work last night? - Look Hooker, what I do any time is none of your business.
And tell your people to stop nosing around asking questions.
Got it? - Look over your shoulder, Reed.
- From now on, your business is my business.
Count on it.
(dramatic music) - [Jim.]
This gonna get you in trouble? - [TJ.]
All they can do now is fire me.
You find out anything from your old boyfriend? - He said most of Karen and Reed's time in the past weeks have spent dealing with some sort of industrial espionage case.
Mean anything? - Maybe.
There might be a connection between that and Gus Pearson.
He said he was being set up by someone to act as a front to clear merchandise.
- Hooker.
Take a look at this.
- 10-2.
Reed.
Stacy, find Karen's parents' telephone number in the directory, it's in the bedroom.
Phone them, I've been trying to get them on several occasions, and I keep missing them.
Get me a time and a date on the services for Karen.
And then make me a plane reservation.
- May I have a minute of your time, Sergeant Hooker? - This is Mrs.
Greene, the manager.
Jim, you fine-comb everything in here.
Yes.
- I hate to bother you, you looking so busy and all, but could you do me a favor? - What's that? - Day after tomorrow I have to see my sister in Seattle.
The doctor says she has to go right into surgery.
- I'm sorry, but what can I do? - It's not me, it's Princess here.
She belonged to Ms.
Remy.
She asked me to look out for her a few days, but now, I don't know what to do with her.
- Neither do I.
- Remembering how it used to be between you and Ms.
Remy, I thought - I see, well.
When your plans are finalized, call me at this number.
I'll come by and pick her up.
- Thank you very much, Sergeant.
- You finish up here.
- You got it.
- I'm gonna have a little talk with Reed.
- Going somewhere? - Hooker.
You come by to pound me into the ground or what? I wouldn't.
You only have one good arm.
And I fight dirty.
- I want some information.
- Look it up in the Yellow Pages.
- Let's talk.
- What do you want? - Did you and Gus Pearson do business? - Hey, you told me he was Karen's snitch, remember? I never knew him.
- What do the numbers Are they a date, time for a meeting, what? - Where'd you find out about 10-2? - They were written on Karen's calendar.
- You stepped in it again, Hooker.
You want to know why Karen wrote down 10-2? - I want to know.
- Personal stuff, man.
It was the date one year ago when we first made love.
- You're scum, you know that? - Give it up, Hooker.
You've got nothing on me.
And you never will have.
We're finished.
- We'll never be finished.
That's a promise.
(dramatic music) - [Radio.]
4-Adam-16, I have a patch-through from Sergeant Hooker on a landline.
- Go ahead, Dispatch.
- Stacy, did you reach Karen's parents? - Affirmative.
The housekeeper said they left yesterday on a Caribbean cruise.
Does that make sense? - No.
You and Jim meet me at the morgue in 10 minutes.
- 10-4, Hooker.
(telephone ringing) - This is Mrs.
Greene.
- Mrs.
Greene, Sergeant Hooker.
About that cat, Princess.
- Oh Sergeant Hooker, I won't be leaving for Seattle until-- - Mrs.
Greene, when Karen gave you Princess to keep, what did she say? Why did she want you to keep her? - Why, she said she was to be gone for maybe a month or so.
She said I wasn't to tell anyone.
But I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I tell you.
- Oh I'm sure she wouldn't, Mrs.
Greene.
Thank you.
(gentle music) - I thought we were gonna be alone.
- We are.
They hear nothing unless I tell them to.
- Can you get the money? - The money is not the question, the question is how much did Pearson talk before he took that fall.
- Oh he didn't say anything.
- How do you know? - I know.
- So, where is the blueprint? - Oh you'll get it.
As soon as I get an even million.
- A million? That wasn't part of the deal.
- Ever hear of supply and demand? I'm the only supplier.
So I can demand whatever I want.
- I don't need a lesson in economics from you.
- Do I get my million? - Agreed.
- I'll call you later and tell you when and where to meet.
- You are not an honorable man.
- Where does honor get you? I spent 10 years throwing crumballs into jail, and they'd walk right out again.
They'd get richer, I'd get poorer.
Honor.
- Those tires.
They're regulation issue, I've got the same kind on my car.
That plaster cast was taken from a police car.
- What? Why? - That's what we're gonna find out.
- Are you saying Karen was killed by a cop? - I am saying that Kennedy knew what the plaster cast was when we talked to him in the office.
- Anything else? - Your contact said that Karen and Reed were working on a very sensitive industrial espionage case, right out of the Chief's office.
- That's right.
- It's beginning to smell more and more like a coverup.
The question is, of what.
(suspenseful music) Sorry.
- I had orders from the Chief's office on this one, Hooker.
- Yes, I know.
- They ordered me to go through the entire charade if you showed up, I did not want to do it.
- You had no choice, I know.
I do, let's go.
- I'm sorry, Hooker.
- Any way you slice it, Herb, the clock is ticking.
And the next few hours are critical.
- Yeah, the only fly in the ointment is Hooker.
- Chief! - If it was up to me, I'd This is the chief, what do you think you're-- - It's all right, Herb.
Same old Hooker.
I've got an office, don't you believe in making appointments? - What for, you knew I'd be along sooner or later.
- I was hoping it would be later.
- I want to talk to you about Karen Remy.
She's alive, isn't she? - Yes, she is.
- Why the charade? - Let's take a little walk, Hooker.
Check with me later, Herb.
- You're running long on an empty tank, Hooker.
Watch out.
- It's a long story, but I have the feeling you've put most of the pieces together already.
- Is she OK? - Let me assure you she's safe.
She's at my own beach cottage.
- Department phonied up Karen's death.
Why? To protect her from Reed? - You always were a good cop, Hooker, you got it.
Somewhere along the line, Reed went dirty.
- So Reed used Pearson's setup for his own score.
- That's it.
The FBI asked us in, and Karen and Reed were assigned to work with them.
This high-technological theft is big business.
You don't have to look for buyers.
- Reed killed Pearson to shut him up.
- It looks that way.
- Why don't you bring him in? - He's gone underground.
- How did Karen fit into all this? - She caught on that Reed was setting up his own deal.
There were some special high-tech blueprints worth a fortune.
Reed asked her if she wanted in.
- And she told him to stuff it.
- She did better than that.
Came to my office and gave me the story.
It wouldn't take Reed long to catch on, and when he did, well she was a deadwoman.
I decided to beat him to it, figuratively speaking.
May have been a bad idea.
- She's alive.
- I was told how you felt about her.
Sorry to put you through that wringer.
Would you like to talk to her? - I'd like that.
- Come on.
Wait out here.
An hour ago, the man who took the blueprints was found dead, and no blueprints.
You want to stay on this case? - All the way.
- Hello Karen? Yes.
Somebody wants to talk to you.
- Karen.
- Hooker.
So good to hear your voice.
- It's better to hear yours.
- I wanted to tell you but I couldn't.
- [TJ.]
Well, you're gonna have to make it up to me.
- Oh, any ideas? - Yeah, I've plenty of them, but we're going to have to talk about it later.
Right now I want to talk about Reed.
- What do you want to know? - The Chief filled in what I hadn't already dug up myself.
All except, where Reed would set up the payoff.
Any ideas? - He wanted me to go with him.
- Yes, I know.
Did he have a plan? - His boat, he wanted to sail it to Mexico.
- [TJ.]
Does it have a name? - The 10-2.
- 10-2.
So that's what the note on your calendar meant.
Where does he keep the boat? - Sea dock, Sunny Coast Marina.
- OK.
Now Karen, think carefully.
Is there any place you know that would seem a logical location for him to set up this meeting? - We met a contact a couple of times close to the pier.
Right next to the slip where he docks the 10-2.
- I know it.
I'll call you when I get back.
- Oh no, I want in on this bust too, I'll be there in 10 minutes.
- Karen.
Chief, call her back.
I'll fill you in later.
(dramatic music) Keep an eye out for Karen.
And keep her with you.
I'm going on board.
Cover me.
(suspenseful music) (wooden tapping) (dramatic music) - Oh Hooker, thank god you're here.
Look out! - There he is.
- Where's Hooker? - I don't know, but we better take these guys.
Police, freeze! - [Stacy.]
Get on the ground.
(engine revving) - We're moving.
- I think John intends to drop us off in some very deep water.
- Get down here.
- Jump, come on! Throw the bag! Come on, throw it! - Stop! Get down, get down! - Little fish, big pond.
(gentle music) - To you.
- To us.
- To us.
- We're still a great team.
- Oh, boy.
- Hooker.
Did I make a mistake walking away from you? - You did what you thought was right.
- Yeah, but I definitely made a mistake with John Reed.
- That's past history.
- What matters is that we're together again, right? - Do you think so? - You know, that's something that you do that has always irritated me.
- What? - That, answering a question with another question.
The only people who do that are shrinks and-- - Cops, right? - You did it again.
- I did? - Ooh! (up-tempo music)