T.J. Hooker (1982) s03e17 Episode Script

(upbeat synthesizer music) - Looks like the mailman just delivered.
Let's give them time to unwrap the package.
- We're ready Hooker.
Just say when.
- He's pulling out the spare tire.
The drugs could be in there.
- Listen, Butler, just be sure my buyers don't get hassled by the retailer.
- I'll see what I can do.
- I don't pay you to see.
When I pay a cop like I'm paying you, I pay you to do.
- The division of Vice busts a lot of joints that I never hear about.
- He's got the smack.
I'm moving in.
- Let's do it.
Come on.
Let's go.
- Showtime, Lieutenant? - Showtime it is.
Let's go pick up the trash.
- Police! Headed this way! - You set me up, you lousy cop.
- I didn't know, Coleman.
I didn't know, I swear! - Petey, take care of him.
- I didn't know! - This is the police.
Lower your guns down and come out with your hands up.
(guns firing) - They've got us pinned.
- Well, stay here.
- Try it.
Drop the gun.
Now! Put your hands behind your neck.
(guns firing) - It'll be a long time before you see the street again, dirtball.
- Why'd you do it? Heist one of your own men? (guns firing) (engine revving) - [Policeman.]
Drop it! Hands above your head! Move! Move! (moaning) Come on, down, down.
- [Stacy.]
Hooker over here.
(steel scraping) (guns firing) (metal crashing) (Policemen shouting) - [Tom.]
Alright, cuff them.
- Out of there.
Out! On your knees.
Hands behind your neck.
- Paul Butler, out of Midtown.
He's back there, blown away.
- Butler? Well, what was he doing here? He couldn't have known about the operation.
It was a secret.
- Maybe he was conducting an investigation on his own? - Yeah, maybe.
- Well, we'll get into it.
But right now I want that slime locked away.
As for the stash, well, you be coveted Hooker, so you earned the right to book it into property.
- All this for two bags of white powder.
- Well, it may not look like much, but that white powder you're holding is pure China White.
They cut it, put it on the street, you've got six million dollars to line your pockets.
Book it, Stace.
A gold star beside your record wouldn't hurt.
- Oh, no Hooker, you're the one who-- - Will you book it.
You know how I hate paperwork.
Besides I'm gonna have my hands full telling Mrs.
Butler that she's a widow.
(dramatic music) - Ta da.
- Hey, what do you got there? Cocaine? - Heroin, Glazer.
Two kilos of China White.
Six million bucks worth on the street.
- Thanks to the heroic efforts of my partner.
- Okay, you guys, give me a break.
- Sure, as long as you don't get a big head.
- How'd you both like a knuckle sandwich? - Here's a receipt and claim number for when the stuff goes in for testing.
- Which may be pretty soon.
Coleman claims that's sugar.
- Yeah, I guess he was going to bake a big cake.
- Boy, do I have a recipe for him.
(intrepid music) - Hooker.
What a nice surprise.
What are you doing here? If you're looking for Paul, he's on duty today.
- Ellen, I have some bad news for you.
- Hooker, is he here? - He's been shot.
- Where is he? I want to go to him.
- I'll have someone drive you downtown.
- Okay.
- Ellen.
He didn't make it.
Some of the wives will be over to pick up the kids after school.
(crying) - How am I going to tell the boys? - You're gonna need a lot of help to get through this.
The department has people who do that.
I'll do whatever I can.
(sobbing) (chanting) - Stace.
It's good to see you.
- It's good to see you too, Mac.
- Three months can be a long time, when you care for someone.
- I thought about it for a long time before I returned your ring.
- And I've honored your wishes.
I haven't tried to see you.
- I know.
I appreciate that.
- Stace, we're still friends, right? Then let's have a nice, friendly dinner.
- I'm not sure that'd be a good idea.
- Tonight.
Armando's.
- (chuckles) Sounds tempting.
I don't know.
- If you're uncomfortable, you can just have a glass of wine and leave.
No strings attached.
Okay? - I'm gonna hold you to that.
- Terrific.
I'll pick you up at eight.
- Okay.
- So, Mackenzie's back? And Stacy's got him.
- What big eyes you have, Grandma.
- He may be a hot shot attorney, but I never much liked the guy, you know.
- I know.
(cars honking) - Ellen Butler must have taken the news hard.
- Like every other cop's wife, every time her husband went off to work, she waited for someone to deliver the bad news.
I've had my share of delivering that bad news.
And for Ellen, the wait is over.
- This snitch we're looking for, Joe Deems, you figure he knows why Paul Butler was in the wrecking yard? - A rehabbed hype who went back on the needle? And locked into Coleman.
- None of the guys arrested in the bust said word one about anything.
What makes you think Deems will talk? - He's a junkie.
And junkies can be made to do almost anything.
(rock music) - The hoods who hang out here seem to be pretty high up the ladder.
Wouldn't think Deems would fit in.
- Deems fits in anywhere, blends with the wallpaper.
That's what made him such a valuable snitch.
Hi there, and put your hands on the table.
- Freeze.
- Get everything out of your pockets.
- You can't pull this in my club.
- Oh no? Watch me.
- Your purse fever went to your pockets.
- You guys stink.
- Coming from you, that's a compliment.
But I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll make you a deal.
You deliver Joe Deems to me, I'll back off.
- I haven't seen him in weeks.
- You're lying through your teeth.
Deems! Hold it! (glass crashing) (car engine starting) (tires squealing) - Mr.
Deems seems to be allergic to blue suits.
- We're gonna keep looking, Romano.
Until we find him.
(romantic piano music) (Harrison chuckling) - Oh, good.
I think I will have some espresso.
Thanks.
Now, where were we? - You were trying to convince me we ought to pick up where we left off.
- So tell me, how I'm doing so far? - You always were persuasive, counselor.
Can't see how you'd ever lose a case.
- Somehow I get the feeling I'm not winning this one.
- Look, Mac.
The reason I didn't want to see you after I broke off the engagement is because it just hurt too much.
- Are you hurting now? - I'm a police officer.
And I worked hard to get where I am.
I want to keep on doing what I'm doing.
You never could understand how important that is to me.
- I started understanding.
Just about the time you said goodbye.
- You know, you were making me crazy.
The endless pressure to choose between my career and you.
- I admit it.
I was a little crazy myself.
It's called being in love.
- You know, as long as we're admitting things, if I were looking for a husband, you might be the right guy.
- Thank you.
- I'll be right back.
- We must have hit half the gin mills in town last night, but no Joe Deems.
- The guy is a phantom.
I missed him twice.
- So how long do we keep rousting bars? - Until we find him.
The one thing that bothers me, in four of the spots we hit, there were drug buyers from cities up and down the coast.
- You know, I ran into three dealers I busted in San Francisco.
- With Coleman's heroin in our property room, what are they hanging around for? - A new supply coming in from somewhere? - Not according to our street sources.
- A smile like that, I don't have to ask how your date went last night.
- I'll never tell.
- If it was with who I think it was, you haven't got your head on straight.
- Fortunately, that's none of your business, partner.
- What was that all about? - Harrison Mackenzie.
She started seeing him again.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
I thought she made the right move when she broke with him.
- Will you guys lighten up? Like she said, it's none of our business.
- Did you hear her voice just now? - Yeah.
But it wasn't the voice of experience.
- Mr.
Avery.
- Thank you.
You don't look happy to see me, Mac.
- Here's the wax impression of her patrol car key.
But I want you to pass the word.
I don't want anything to happen to that girl.
I love her.
- Well, that's the reason for this.
It's safe, non-violent, no gun play.
We pick up the keys, we know the time they're taking the heroin to the lab, and the route.
We create a diversion and it's ours.
- The heroin Coleman was arrested with is yours, isn't it? You're the man behind Coleman.
- Let's not complicate our relationship with extraneous information.
I had a job for you to do and you did it.
- Okay, I did it.
Now where are the tapes you made of our phone conversations? - Patience, Mackenzie.
- You promised me, Avery.
Dammit you lied to me! - You're the one who came to us.
Wanting to sell perjured testimony.
- I was young, ambitious.
One single, stupid mistake.
How long to I have to keep paying for it? - Well, I'd say it paid off rather well? - No more! I'm through doing your dirty work.
- Perhaps.
But we'll decide that.
Not you.
- Well, here you are.
Two one-kilo packages of white powder.
Checked out to Officer Sheridan.
Destination? - Downtown police lab.
Coleman's lawyer asked for an immediate testing.
- And what Warren Avery wants, he usually gets.
- So you had dinner with him.
And? - It was a very nice evening.
And the rest is classified.
- They just passed Ninth heading south on Central.
Right on schedule, just like Leery planned it.
- We're on the move.
- Jim.
- I see them.
(tires screeching) I got it.
- Four adam 16, we have a 2-11 at Fifth and Central.
Officer on foot pursuit.
- Call in.
Tell them we're rolling backup.
- Dispatch, this four adam 30, (siren blaring) rolling backup to 16.
(gun firing) (siren blaring) (tires screeching) - Let's hear about it.
- Two suspects hit that liquor store.
They got a shot off at Jim.
- They got away.
- What's wrong, Jim? - A garbage can ran into me.
I'm beginning to feel it.
- You're the store owner? Anybody hurt inside? Detectives are on their way.
Don't touch anything until they get there.
Romano, see that Jim gets to the hospital.
Make sure of that shoulder.
I'll ride with Stacy.
- Not even a trace of narcotic.
- Then what the hell is it then? - Milk sugar.
Not even good milk sugar.
- We know it was heroin.
We field tested it at the wrecking yard.
- It was pure China White.
- I'm sorry.
- If you people will excuse me, I have a client who just spend the night in jail for possessing sugar.
- A murder was committed at your client's wrecking yard.
And he was there.
- My client's not responsible for people who trespass on his property, but if you still want to trump up some charge, be my guest.
- Now the packages I turned over to you at the junkyard contained pure smack.
- And I'll tell you again, I have no idea what happened to the heroin.
- Well you better figure it out, Sheridan.
Or you're gonna take a giant fall when you face the trial board.
Badge and gun, Sheridan.
- How's the shoulder? - Sprained ligaments.
I'll be alright.
- Lieutenant.
The buyers who drifted into town to stock up on Coleman's heroin are still here.
Why? - Right, maybe they got a tip it would be back in Coleman's hands.
- You still have to explain how Coleman got the stuff.
Unless Sheridan here handed it over to him.
- I don't believe that man.
- Forget about him.
We'll find the smack.
And who took it.
- I'd help, but he lifted my badge and gun.
- Where do we start? - With Paul Butler.
Being at the yard with Coleman.
I got a sick feeling he's mixed up in this.
- This lady friend of yours.
I wonder how she'd react, say, if you were disbarred, sent to jail.
- What if the cops found out that Coleman was just a front for you? - You have no proof.
I have tapes.
(Harrison sighs) - Alright.
What do you want me to do.
- There's $10,000 in there.
Exchange it for two small packages and bring them to me.
- You're talking about the heroin? - (chuckles) You're a bright man.
Be exceptionally bright.
Don't come back without it.
- You're gonna need help along the way.
I want you to call me.
- Okay.
The papers that you said you'd take care of for me, Paul's pension and all of that, I brought them with me.
I just want to be finished thinking about all of those things.
The boys and I are gonna go away for a couple of weeks.
Take your advice.
- Good, I'm glad you're gonna do that.
- Here's everything I could find.
I hope you can make some sense out of it.
- Well, I'll try.
I'm sorry to bring this up at this time, but-- - What is it? - When I was by the other day, I couldn't help but notice the new car in your driveway.
Wondered, how you could manage it on Paul's paycheck.
- Paul got a stock market tip.
From an ex-cop who went to work for a brokerage.
- Marty Winestock? - Yes.
Winestock.
Thank you.
For everything.
Goodbye.
- Bye.
(waves crashing and seagulls cawing) - It's more than just unfair, Stacy, it's lousy.
I know how much you put into the job, how dedicated you are.
- You're just prejudiced, but I like it.
- I was just wondering if you still feel so gung ho about the department, seeing the way they're treating you.
- Don't worry about it.
I can take care of myself.
- I never doubted that.
- But if you should happen to decide not to be a cop-- - Well, then what else would I be? - You'd be you.
Beautiful, loving, warm.
- (laughs) Deja vu time.
Seems I've heard those words before.
- Same words.
Same feelings.
You may also recall that I said, I love you.
- I didn't forget what you said.
Or what I said.
I remember everything about that night.
I always will.
- I want to do more than just remember.
I want to live that night again and again.
Every night, for the rest of my life.
- Are you saying what I think you're saying? - I have never ever felt this way about anybody before.
Ever.
(chuckles) Stacy Mackenzie.
(laughs) - Has a nice ring.
- Yeah, oh.
Speaking of which.
- You kept it.
- Why don't we see if it still fits? - I just finished making up Paul Butler's pension forms.
Give me a hand with the rest of the papers, will you? - Sure.
Here's his will.
- Drawn by Warren Avery.
- What kind of cop can afford his fees? - Think it.
There is one kind.
- What are you saying Paul Butler was on the pay? - According to this will, Paul had $50,000 in a bank account in the Bahamas.
(phone ringing) Hooker.
Great, we'll be right there.
It's Corrigan.
Just talked to Joe Deems' girlfriend.
Said he's hanging out at the old loading docks on Commerce Street.
- Mackenzie.
- You got the stuff, Deems? - It's in the car.
Where's the money.
Just take one.
Figure I took a big risk.
Big enough for a bonus.
- Hey, man that's your problem.
That's all the money they gave me.
- Then that's all the smack you get.
- I can't go back with just half the stuff.
They'll kill me.
- That's your problem.
(gun firing) (car starting) (metal crashing) - Find out what went on over there.
(siren blaring) - Hooker, look out! (metal crashing) You okay? - Yeah.
- You think that was Deems? - I know it was.
(chanting) - Ran the license plate on the car you guys chased, belongs to Joe Deems.
- I know.
- Stacy, what's with the suitcase? - Just cleaned out my locker.
- Stacy, the trial board isn't until next week.
You'll be back on duty by then.
- There's not gonna be a trial court.
I'm quitting.
- Stace, you got to be kidding.
- Well, I'm not.
All the training and busting my butt at the Academy, for this? Well, Reed and trial board can stuff it.
- Hey, hey, hey.
Cool down.
You're not thinking clearly.
You're a cop.
Born and bred.
What else would you do? - Mac and I are getting married.
Haven't set the date yet, but it won't be a long engagement.
- Well, how about that.
- Stacy, turning in your badge, giving up without clearing yourself.
That's not right.
- Hooker, if you were defending me at the trial board today, what kind of case would I have? - You still have time to fight it.
It's not taking place today.
- But today I need someone.
And I've got Mac.
- You know the way you and Corrigan lit into Stacy didn't exactly lift her spirits.
- She'll get over fallen spirits.
It's the rest of her life I'm worried about.
- That's the point, Hooker.
It's the rest of her life, her marriage.
- To the wrong guy.
- I don't like Mackenzie anymore than you do, but she loves him.
I guess she wouldn't consider marrying him if she didn't.
- Don't you think I know that.
There he is.
Ready for his limo.
(siren blaring) He was traveling the line back there.
License please.
- I hope you have cause to stop us, Hooker.
I'd hate to think that you were harassing me.
- Mr.
Avery, just admiring your limo.
- Somehow, I get the feeling you've got something else on your mind.
- Well, as a matter of fact, I was thinking about a will.
- It'd be a pleasure to draw yours.
- At $500 an hour? That is your fee, isn't it? - Oh, for a servant of the people, I'd make allowances.
- Like you did for Paul Butler? - I make out all kinds of wills.
- Butler was on your payroll, wasn't he? You and your clients, Coleman? - If you had proof of that Hooker, rather than riding in my car, I'd be riding in yours.
(Hooker chuckles) - You ought to empty your ashtrays more often.
Be seeing you.
Soon.
Have a nice day.
(door bells jingling) - What are you doing here.
- I saw your car parked out front.
Stacy, we need to talk.
- We have nothing to talk about.
- The hell we don't.
You're making two of the biggest mistakes of your life, back to back.
- You just have a blind spot about Mac.
- Not a blind spot, I just don't like the guy.
And the way he's taking advantage of your situation to stampede you down the aisle makes me know I'm right.
- Wait a minute, I'm standing here in my wedding dress, while you run down the man I'm about to marry.
Something is very wrong with that.
Okay, enough about Mackenzie.
Your other mistake is giving up on yourself, on being a cop.
Without putting up a real fight.
That's not like you Stace, you're no quitter.
- I'm just being practical.
The deck is stacked a mile deep against me.
- Who fed that kind of bull to you? Mackenzie? We're here, Hooker, Romano, and me.
We'll do everything we can to help you clear yourself, but you have to try too.
- Jim, no more please.
- Look, if you really want to quit and get married, okay, do it.
But with a clean slate.
Take them to the mat.
Prove you're innocent.
And if you still want to, turn in your badge for good and I'll be there to kiss the bride and shake hands with the groom.
Just think about it, okay? Hey.
You sure look beautiful.
- You have been playing with that match since you talked to Avery.
- You know how Mackenzie lights his pipe? With a wooden match.
Tamps down the tobacco with the end.
- You found that in Avery's limo? - I got to talk to Stacy.
(waves crashing) Stacy.
Glad I found you.
I was worried.
Thought maybe you might be too hurt and upset to think straight.
- About resigning? - Well, not just that.
Marriage too.
- You don't know Mac, Hooker.
- Do you, Stacy? Do you really know him? - Enough to want to marry him.
- I wish I didn't have to tell you this.
But it looks like Mackenzie is involved with Avery, Coleman's lawyer.
And possibly more.
He may be behind whoever stole your evidence.
- That's crazy.
He would never do anything like that.
Not to me.
- Well, think about it.
He could have stolen the heroin when you were out of the car with a key to your trunk.
And I'm willing to bet that Mackenzie had access to those keys sometime before that.
- Don't do this to me, Hooker.
You have no proof.
- All I'm asking for is time.
Don't rush into anything.
- I love Mac.
I trust him and I'm gonna marry him.
Now please, just go away.
- Sometimes, friends hurt each other.
Perhaps you'll understand that.
- Don't be stupid, Mackenzie.
Benjamin will relish the opportunity to educate you.
- Look, we all know how much the heroin's worth.
All I want are those tapes you promised me.
(intercom buzzing) - Yes? - [Secretary.]
Miss Sheridan's here to see you.
- Okay, send her in.
Hey, what a terrific surprise.
- I have to speak with you, Mac.
- Well, communication is the basis of all relationships.
- I've been talking to Hooker.
- Well, whatever he said it's a lie.
The man just wants to keep you all for himself.
- This is serious, Mac.
Hooker suspects you're into something-- - Honey, if Hooker digs into anybody's background long enough and hard enough, he's bound to come up with something.
- We're talking about you, and your background.
What is he going to find? - Okay, so I cut a corner, every now and then, just to make a buck.
But nobody's perfect.
What's the use of living if you can't enjoy it.
- What about ethics and morals? - Ethics and morals.
I think you'll find them in a trailer park on the wrong side of the tracks.
- It's alright, Mac.
- Okay, let's hear it.
What did Hooker say about me.
- It's not what he said, it's what you just said.
We come from different places and we're not headed in the same direction.
- Leave her out of this.
- What's going on, Mac? - Quite simply, my dear, Mr.
Mackenzie is about to decide which is more important, two kilos of heroin or your life.
- Come on Avery.
I'll take you to the heroin.
But she stays here.
- You've got to be kidding.
- You really think Mackenzie could have stolen the heroin himself? - If he copied Stacy's keys, he could have wound up with the heroin.
I'm not passing up any bets.
- A search warrant and a dog, what is going on? - Searching and sniffing.
- Go Sam, do your stuff.
Do you know when Mr.
Mackenzie will be back.
- No, he left with Miss Sheridan and the others.
(dog whining) - Hooker, Sam's onto something.
The heroin was in here, but it's gone now.
- Look it's really important we find Mr.
Mackenzie.
- Well, he just walked out of here, he didn't say anything.
- Probably to turn over the heroin.
- He had an appointment at the Carmelli warehouse.
That place has been shut down for years.
- Well, that's a foreclosure litigation.
Here's the notice to turn the keys over to the court and the keys-- Well, that's funny the keys were right here.
- Well, that's better, Mac.
You've almost restored my faith in you.
- Your girlfriend could bury all of us.
- Well, she won't.
She'll keep quiet.
- She's a policewoman.
And she knows all about us.
You know, you're not just looking at a few years for suborning a witness.
You killed Joe Deems for these narcotics and all of us are implicated.
Now the only way we can trust you, let you live, give you the tapes, is for you to take care of Miss Sheridan for us.
- No, no I can't.
- Yes, you can.
- No.
- Yes.
It's your life or hers, Mackenzie.
Now just pull the trigger and the slate is clean.
- How did you go so wrong, Mac? - It could have been great, you and me.
A wonderful life.
- I thought so once.
I cared about you.
So much more than you know.
- Get it over with, Mackenzie.
Waste her, now.
(tires screeching) - At least we know Avery's here.
- It's locked.
- They're all in there.
They got a gun on Stacy.
- We got to get in there.
(glass breaking and metal crashing) (gun firing) (guns firing) - Mac.
- (groaning) Stace.
I'm sorry.
- So am I.
- Stay here, Stacy.
I'll call for an ambulance.
(punches landing) (gun firing) (glass crashing) (punches landing) - Alright, maggot.
Let's go.
We're on the wrong floor.
- See her come in? - I checked with Pam Meyers, she's not in the woman's locker room.
- Don't you worry.
Jim will have his partner riding shotgun this shift.
- I hope so.
It's been rough on her, the pending trial board, being suspended.
- Stacy knows the system.
The department couldn't function without her.
- Okay, what about Mackenzie.
It's got to be a jolt to find out what she found out about him.
- Yeah, not to mention him letting Stacy take the rap for what he did.
- Listen she's tough, she'll deal with it.
- I hope you're right.
- Well, she's not here.
- Hey, if she needs another day or two, no big deal, you know.
- Sorry I'm late.
I had to pick up my uniform at the cleaners.
Well, how about it guys? They're not paying us to stand around in the parking lot.
(upbeat synthesizer music)