T.J. Hooker (1982) s04e23 Episode Script

("T.
J.
Hooker Theme" by Mark Snow") (electronic jazz music) (fire crackles) - I hate to keep this guy waiting.
He's gonna throw us a lot of business.
Mr.
Steiger's gonna give me a medal for this.
- Eh, you're doin' it again, Louie.
You're counting your chickens again.
- Ooh, let's warm 'em, eh? Yeah, it sure is good to see you guys.
You got the right idea.
- Yo man, I don't let nobody stick it to me.
I don't care if you're runnin' this whole neighborhood, I don't care if you run this whole side of town.
You're lookin' at a man who knows the inside and the flip side of everything that's going down.
So when you tell me you want five dollars to watch my car? I said no later for that, Jack, two dollars.
- Not a penny under four, dude.
- It's too chilly out here for this shuckin' and jivin'.
I give you three dollars and you got a deal.
Now what you gonna do? - All right, man, you got a deal.
- You give me a high five, brother man.
And you know it, now take this money and watch my car.
I don't want nobody sittin' on my car unless it's this young lady over here.
What's up, mama? What you gonna do? Soon, I'll be by and come back and we can be right chillin'.
(music drowns out chatter) - I'm tellin' ya.
That's the guy the want in California.
- You're right.
- [Officer.]
That's him.
Louie Felcher.
- Louie the Finder.
- Let's take him.
(engine revs) - Hey, how ya doin'? - How am I doin'? How do you think I'm doing, standing in some alley freezin' my butt off.
You know I get better service in Detroit.
- Yeah, but you can't get better merchandise.
- Yeah right, let me be the judge of that.
Come on fellas, step into my office, let's do this quick.
- Let's see the money.
- Let's see the money? Now you gots to improve on your sales technique.
You gonna hold me up next time, I'm holdin' five keys? - Five keys, when do you want it? - If this is as good as you claim, I'll take the rest Tuesday.
If not, you'll be to blame.
- That's awfully fast.
- I think Mr.
Steiger might wanna handle this personally.
- Then set it up, man! Why you got me dealin' with this small-- (tires screech) - Police, hold it right there! - [Officer.]
Against the wall.
Come on.
- Come on, over there.
Come on, out of the way! - Damn.
Top right pocket, fool.
- Whoops.
(uptempo jazz music) - [T.
J.
.]
So the captain calls me in Friday and goes, congratulations, Hooker, you're a detective.
You got your gold shield back.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
And then he says, you're gonna go places.
And I figure he's talking about my career.
What he means is, I gotta go to Chicago and pick up one Louie The Finder Felcher, wanted in California for fencing stolen property, which is how I find myself in Chicago in one of the coldest winters in 50 years.
The only thing between me and frostbite is an eight ounce mail-order raincoat I borrowed from lost and found.
Tough it out, Hooker.
It's three hours, and you're outta here.
(sirens wail) (typewriter clicks) - Lunch, John.
- Ah, thank you.
Says he found this television on the street during his morning walk.
- And you didn't believe him? Roz.
- Now Murrow's out with the flu.
That's three from our unit alone.
- [Nadine.]
Last night, I thought it was my turn, I woke up with chills-- - Excuse me, ladies, could you please tell me where to find Captain Pankowitz? - Right over there, but he's not in now.
- You the guy from California? - It shows? - Mm-hm, you said excuse me, please, and thank you, all in the same day.
- Dead giveaway.
- Captain, I'd like to talk to you about some time off.
- After I eat, Fryberg.
- Oh, Kevin Pankowitz, this is-- - T.
J.
Hooker.
- Sergeant Hooker, right.
Aren't you cold wearin' coat like that? It's freezin' out there.
- Isn't exactly Hawaii in here, either.
- Gotta go pick up my lunch.
You eat yet? - No, but I'll eat on the plane, which leaves at 2 o'clock, so if I could have that prisoner.
- Oh, sure.
Fryberg, bring in Louie Felcher.
- Sergeant T.
J.
Hooker! Detective Sidney P.
Stover.
You have a good flight? - Forget about it, Sidney.
- Yeah, okay.
- You really should wear a warmer coat.
- Sidney, the man has no choice in the matter.
- Choices, this man has lots of choices.
I made some long-distance phone calls on you.
My dime, my time.
The man is a legend.
Angel Lopez, extortion with the farm workers, that was Hooker! The sunset strangler, Hooker nailed that crazy, too.
He was hand-picked to teach at the academy.
He is a professor of police.
I mean my man is high powered, and you know it.
- Yeah, well, if you'll give me my prisoner and a shovel, I'll dig my way out.
Unless you wanna tell me what's on your mind? - Louie Felcher can't leave Chicago yet.
- Here he is, Captain.
- Good afternoon.
You my ride? I love valet.
- Hooker, listen to me.
Louie was helpin' us finger this guy Rudy Steiger.
- Big dealer, wants to get bigger.
Operates a chain of drug supermarkets.
- You the connection? - This is my contribution to the community.
- We got him for fencin' stolen furs.
- Well, why don't you get California to rescind the order? - We tried, won't go for it.
- You obviously had a plan when you came in here, what is it? - We lose Louie for a few days.
- I'm game.
- That's it? That's your plan? - Chicago is big town, and we got a whole lot of jails.
- And you're gonna wind up in one of them, pulling a stunt like that.
Those days are over.
- Captain, if I could have that transportation now.
- Sidney, take him to the plane.
And if they miss that flight, it's your badge.
- Badge? I don't need this badge.
I got a license in real estate.
- Is that the only coat you got? - Okay, how 'bout this? You just came down with a bad case of Hong Kong flu, which is very believable, I mean, look at the way you dress! - [T.
J.]
Where's your car? - This is it.
- This is it? - '59 El Dorado, mint condition.
Original leather interior.
Power seats, power tops, and a retractable antenna.
- How come this window won't go up? - It's broke! What you do? (engine hums) (ominous electronic music) - California, when the hell did this happen? Well they just picked him up.
What about the little black guy with the big bucks? Perfect.
- Hey, uh, Mr.
Steiger.
It's a nice haul.
- You can't get rich off of kids, Freddie.
You need bulk sales, heavyweight buyers.
- What about Louie the Finder? - He's just been extradited to California.
- Yeah? Heard it was 78 in L.
A.
yesterday.
- Idiot.
(engine hums) - Yo man, give me two bags of brown.
- [Man.]
You're 50 bucks short.
- Come on, man, we're good for it.
- We'll bring it tomorrow, man.
- [Man.]
Then come back tomorrow.
- Jimmy, I need it now.
- I'll take care of you, man.
Just be cool, I'll handle it.
(traffic hums) - Okay, how about this.
You stop at a light, car gets locked in park.
I can make that happen, you know.
- I can't feel my ear, I think it's frozen.
- Okay, I got it.
Louie tries to escape, gets wounded, so we gotta take him to the hospital.
That's it, that's it! - What are you, crazy? - No, man, I'm just gonna shoot off a tiny piece of your thigh! I mean, it won't show.
- Hooker, he wants to shoot me.
- I really can't feel my ear.
I love your weather here, rain one minute, sunshine the next.
- [Sidney.]
Yo, hang on three more blocks, and you might see snow.
(cars honk) - [Man.]
Get out of here! - [Man.]
Get it back in there.
(people chatter frantically) (gun fires) (people scream and chatter) (uptempo electronic music) (tires screech) - [Dispatcher.]
Unit 2113, and all units on city wide, you have a robbery in progress at Mulson's Liquors with shots fired.
Two male suspects last seen heading south on Superior from Brockhurst in a red sedan.
- [T.
J.
.]
What are you doing? - That's only six blocks from here.
- What are you, the only cop in Chicago? Let somebody else do it.
- I don't feel too good, Jimmy.
- Oh man, what did we do? Hold on, man.
(sirens wail) (tires screech) - That's it.
- You're right, thanks.
(tires screech) (engines rev) (uptempo electronic music) (tires screech) - Out of the car! Move, move! - He's dead! (sirens wail) - They're just kids.
- It's a toy gun, Hooker.
- What's the matter with you? What are you doing, robbing a liquor store with a toy gun? - Ray needed a fix.
- A fix? He needs a fix? He's fixed now, isn't he? For good! (somber jazz music) - It's what we're up against.
Come on, man, you got a plane to catch.
- Let's just say that there are extenuating circumstances.
They need Louie for three days, I think we should go out there.
I know the reality of a court order, but the only operative reality here is we missed the plane, and I have a bad case of the Hong Kong flu, captain.
I wasn't properly dressed.
- Let me have St.
Joe's by three.
- And I work New Year's.
- St.
John's by four, and Notre Dame by five.
I feel religious.
Put a nickel on each, and I'll talk to you next week.
- Hooker's got three days to get over the flu.
Can you set it up? - I'll try, but what am I gonna tell Steiger if he asks me about the bust? - Tell him that you made bail, and your lawyer is fighting extradition.
- Come on, I'll check you outta here.
- I can't get warm around here.
- Hey Sidney, I picked up a rumor.
- Ain't no rumor, baby.
I am in fact Chicago's greatest lover, you just don't know what you be missing.
- I think I do.
The rumor is that Steiger has opened up another one of his supermarkets.
Maybe your friend here can find out where.
- We keep his ears open, ain't that right? - Sure I will.
- Thanks, I appreciate it.
- And I expect you to show your appreciation in a warm in sincere manner, baby.
- Oh.
Please.
- She crazy about me, man.
- I can see that.
- Hey, it's on me.
- Oh, thank you, uh-- - Roz.
Roz Melino.
- T.
J.
Hooker.
- [Roz.]
I know, so I hear you joined the department.
- Well, I came along for the ride.
- Louie's on his way.
All we gotta do is wait for his call.
- Look, I don't usually go out with cops, but I figure you're stuck here, and you probably don't know anybody, and I got these two tickets to Carmen.
- [T.
J.
.]
Hey, I love Carmen.
- Oh, great.
- But we got this case we're workin' on.
- Whoa, we as in you and me we? - Maybe some other time.
- Sure, some other time.
- Go with the lady, man.
I'll keep you informed on what's happenin'.
This is my case, singular.
- It's maybe your case, but Louie Felcher's my prisoner, which I have graciously and generously loaned to you, which means, for next three days, we're like Siamese twins, you itch, I scratch, let's go.
- Go where? - Shopping.
I wanna buy some clothing with some wool in it.
Down feathers, lining, something.
- Man, here come in here like John Wayne.
He better watch it, blow dry California beach boy better learn his plan on my turf.
If he gives me anymore lip, I'm gonna whip his.
(ominous electronic music) - You just got sprung, how'd you set it up so fast? - I'm talented.
That's why they call me Louie the Finder.
- All right, tell 'em we got a deal.
I'll let you know when and where.
- Great, I'll wait to hear from you.
(elevator dings) - Come here.
Come here, I wanna show you something.
I love this spot.
A lot of technology went into this.
- Yeah, that's great.
- Sure is a long way down.
You're gonna be a good boy, right Louie? Huh? Huh! - Yeah, yeah sure, sure.
- (chuckles) What's next? - We need supplies on 31st and Maxwell.
- I told you that was a good spot.
We just opened it, and it's already breakin' records.
- Right, you're always right.
- Okay, now I'm ready for Chicago.
- You're ready for Siberia! - I feel like a mammal again.
- Come on, we gotta go meet Louie.
- Let's go.
- Hold it, what am I, your chauffeur? - All right, I'll drive.
- Chill out, gray meat.
This vehicle only understands me.
I'll drive.
- [T.
J.
.]
You drive.
- And you know it.
(ominous electronic music) Louie! - You got a new coat, huh? You should've let me know.
I could've gotten it for you cheaper.
- Talk to me, Louie.
- How about meeting the man? - Steiger? When? - Soon, he'll let me know.
You better get the cash ready.
- It's about five keys worth.
- Right, also I got a bonus for you.
The new supermarket.
- Yeah? - It's at 31st and Maxwell.
- That's great, Louie.
You all right? - Better than all right.
I don't appreciate a guy dealing drugs, especially one that's dealing drugs to kids.
Steiger is scum.
I'll be in touch.
- He's got scruples.
- That's why I trust him.
Now I'll show you how Steiger operates.
Steiger sends runners to the different schools to tell the kids when and where the stores are open.
- Look at that kid.
I bet he's not a day over 12.
- What are you gonna do? For every one we close down, four more pop up.
- So we just sit here and watch 'em shoot up? I can't do that, Sidney.
- It's why I gotta get Steiger.
Cut their head off.
- And what about that kid now? - You're right.
I'm gonna take 'em.
- Wait a second.
How 'bout your cover? They work for Steiger.
They'll see you.
- They'll see.
But they won't see the real me.
- Definitely an improvement, Sidney.
- This is not Sidney, man.
This be Renaldo, and he be from Jamaica.
- What are you doing? - I'm changing my voice.
This way, they definitely not know who the hell they be talkin' to, man.
Hey, where you goin', man? - Give you some back up.
- Renaldo like the lone ranger.
Renaldo don't need the back up, especially from the beach boy who got no jurisdiction.
I'll soon be back.
- I don't need any jurisdiction to take a walk.
- The day, she soon be warmin' up.
I mean, it's not like Jamaica, where I soon be goin' back.
Back to Montego Bay, where I be fishin' all day.
Oh, here we are.
Excuse me, I got a plane to catch.
- Ah, end of the line, Jack! - Back off, brother, before I send you to junkie heaven.
Give me a bag of your best stuff.
- [Junkie.]
Aw, it's the fuzz.
- Come here, brother.
- Hey, what'd I do, man? - I'm bustin' you for bein' too damn stupid, brother! I'll soon be back.
(uptempo electronic music) - Sidney! (gun fires) - Oh, man.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm okay, man.
Go after him, get him.
(gun fires) (fabric tears) - Damn, it's brand new.
(gun fires) (midtempo jazz music) - You lose your way, mister? - I don't think so.
(bottle cap pops) Better enjoy now, they don't serve beer in the joint.
- Say man, you better get out of here while you still can.
- Not without you.
There's two ways of doing this.
- Now why don't you just quit hassling me, man? Jo-Jo, get this honkey cop out of here, would you? - You just chose the wrong way.
- Look, what did he do? - Nothin'.
Nothin', just another honkey cop hasslin' a black man.
- He deals drugs.
Now let's go.
- Hold it, now you come in here wavin' a gun around, how 'bout showing some ID.
- That says California.
- Also says cop.
I'm on special assignment, and this man's coming with me.
Let's go.
- That badge ain't no good around here.
- No, but this one is.
All right, everybody back up, get out the way.
Comin' through, back up.
That goes for you too, big foot.
Step aside, get, get out of here, man.
He's with me.
He just get my light work.
Let's go maggot.
Hey Hooker, your coat's leakin'.
- So's your head.
- [Sidney.]
Hey, I said back up, man! (traffic hums) - Quiet down, we will do this in alphabetical order.
- Sure, alphabetical order.
I've been hearin' that all my life.
- Sit down, Mr.
Ziwicki.
Park it here, Axelrod.
- Rest your rump, chump.
Hey Nadine, you wanna help me with this paperwork? - You catch 'em, you clean 'em.
- What's wrong with you? - The least you could have done, Sidney, is to call a person for back up.
- Renaldo don't need the back up.
Here you are, I suspect you could use this.
- Thanks.
Of all the times to bust a bookie joint.
Now way I'll see Carmen tonight, and tickets cost me - Carmen, I'll take 'em off your hands.
- How are you gonna use 'em? - I think what he's saying is you process him, he makes bail, and he's out.
- You, move over there.
Ziwicki, sit.
There's something wrong with this system.
- Hooker, where's Stover? It's Louie the Finder on the phone.
- I'll take it.
- Didn't you ever hear the expression all work and no play? I'm turning into a very dull boy.
- Louie, Hooker.
This evening? We'll be there.
- There you go with that we again.
Forcing yourself on Sidney P.
Stover is not the way to my heart, Hooker.
- Well, look at it this way, Sidney, if all goes well tonight, I'm out of your face tomorrow.
- Damn right it'll go well.
This is a Sidney P.
Stover operation.
- Uh-huh.
And the secret of a successful operation is attention to detail.
So you want plain-clothes back up, so you want cameras with infrared film, so you want traffic monitored within four square blocks.
I leave anything out? - So I also want $100,000.
- Why did I ask? (ominous electronic music) - Yo Louie, what's up? (dramatic electronic music) Oh my.
He's wired! (suspenseful electronic music) (explosions boom) (fire crackles) - Nah, forget the ambulance.
Just send the coroner.
- Tough break fellas.
I guess Steiger found out who he was workin' with.
- I guess so.
- Where's the money? - It's in there.
- In there, you left $100,000 in there? Why didn't you bring it out with you? - I don't know, I guess I panic during explosions.
- How am I gonna explain $100,000 to the police commission? - Who cares? A good man is dead, and all you are about is the damn money? - Take it easy, Sidney.
- Say it was for Louie.
He earned it.
(traffic hums) - Too bad you have to leave.
It's going up to 35 today.
- Yeah? Spring is around the corner.
(chuckles) If you ever-- - If you're ever back in Chicago.
- You take care, Roz.
- [Woman.]
Well, I'm sorry to see you go, Hooker.
- Don't be a stranger.
- I won't.
- See ya 'round, Hollywood.
- Oh Sidney, your fondest wish come true, I'm going home.
- You need a ride? No more car chases, I promise.
- Once more into the Batmobile.
Sure.
(Sidney chuckles) What about Steiger? - I'll still try to get him, but it's gonna be tough.
- You can't risk a meeting.
- Yeah, because people know what I look like.
- They don't know what I look like.
- Too risky, Hooker, those guys you busted know you.
They'll finger you in a minute.
- [Sidney.]
Not if they don't get out.
- They'll make bail in three hours.
- Not necessarily.
Did you see the daily sheet? I think they look just like those two guys that robbed that bank.
What do you think, Hooker? I mean, look at them eyes.
- Look at those eyes.
- Look at their nose! - The nose! - Look at that big fat face! - Come on, Kevin.
You put 'em in a line up, promise them witnesses.
We got ourselves a couple of days.
- I don't know about this.
- Captain.
We can take Steiger off the streets.
Why are we talkin' about it, let's just do it.
- Okay, okay.
Work up a list of what you'll need for a cover, I'll see what I can do.
- I know there's definitely one thing we're definitely gonna need.
- Yeah, what's that? - Another $100,000.
I'm Harry Grant from L.
A.
- Yes, Mr.
Grant, we've been expecting you.
- Are you kidding, Harry, it's freezing here.
- Excuse me, Mr.
Grant.
Don't forget your wife's coat.
- My wife's coat is in L.
A.
, along with my wife, get the picture? - Okay, check your focus.
- Everything's ready.
- I could get used to this.
- Yo, Hooker.
Looks like you've been blessed by the Italian clothes fairy.
- What am I, spongecake? - You always look god, Roz.
Where'd you get that ciz-oat, mama? - Oh, hands off, Sidney.
Belongs to stolen property.
- We're all set.
- Anybody know where I make contact yet? - We just gotta tip that Steiger's biggest street store is open, you got the money? - Enough to get his attention.
(uptempo electronic music) (T.
J.
knocks) - [Man.]
What do you need? - More than you've got.
Tell whoever calls the shots, I need a kilo a week.
Here's a down payment.
You'll pick up the other half at The Ambassador.
Ask for Harry Grant.
From L.
A.
- What's all this? - Pasta primavera, smoked Scottish salmon, and lobster thermador.
- [T.
J.
.]
You guys have a better per diem than we do.
- No, you're a big time dealer from L.
A.
, you have to keep up appearance.
- Big time dealer from L.
A.
All they know about is tacos and alfalfa sprouts.
- Would you care for a touch of the bubbly? - Here, Sidney.
Care for a touch of the bubbly? - Diet Strawberry? Please.
- I just realized something.
Sidney can see and hear everything we do.
- Yeah.
He can't read my thoughts.
(phone rings) - Hello? Yep, send him up.
It's show time.
- Thanks, Eddie.
He just got out of the elevator.
(door knocks) - Hiya, he's on the phone.
- Let's not nickel and dime 'em to death.
Send the jet go pick him up, eh? - Who are you? - Freddie Lanier.
You sent for me.
- I sent for a lot of people.
Do it.
- This refresh your memory? - Oh yeah.
Get the other half.
This is a down payment.
I want a kilo a week for the next 10 weeks.
Delivery in L.
A.
Tuesdays before noon.
- Why only 10 weeks? - To prove you're not a flake.
In 10 weeks, I'll triple the order.
Can you handle it? - Maybe.
My boss'll let you know.
- Your boss? Somebody hasn't been listening.
- Can you believe it? They send a flunkie.
- Here, take a look.
That's a hundred thou.
Going to your nearest competitor, now take a hike.
- No, wait a minute.
- I said take a hike.
- I just had to check you out.
The meet's set for tonight.
Here's the address.
- All right! - The man deserves an Oscar! Mm! - This transmitter has a range of a mile and a half.
We'll have surveillance units tracking you all the way.
- Try it out.
(tracker beeps) - Working fine.
- Nice to see you guys lookin' out for me.
- Oh, they're lookin' out for the money.
After the last time, Pankowitz didn't wanna take a chance.
- Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.
- Let's go, we've got to get in position before you leave.
- So what are you doing after the bust? - Well, I thought I'd grab some pizza, get out of these clothes, take a hot bath.
- Have you thought of where? (T.
J.
chuckles) (suspenseful electronic music) - You know, this Sanders sounds familiar.
- It's the same place Louie was killed.
- Oh.
(tires screech) Hey, what's goin' on? - Sorry, Mr.
Grant.
There's been a change in plans.
Can you come with me, please? - What are we playin' games here? - Just a precaution.
Nothing to be alarmed about.
- It's okay, driver.
(gun fires) (tire hisses) - The Steigers are cautious men.
- [Dipatcher.]
All units stand by.
Unit 31, report for possible hostage situation involving an undercover.
Suspects are armed.
Last seen proceeding westbound on Delaware from Superior in a late model four door red over red Illinois license George four, Henry six eight one.
- Anybody gettin' anything? - [Pilot.]
This is air four, nothing yet.
- If you're planning some kind of number, forget it.
I've got friends, too.
- Can get out of this car anytime you want.
- No, it's all right, you guys look like upstanding citizens.
(tracker beeps) - I got him, west on Lake, past Albany.
Gettin' close.
I just passed Manny.
- Okay, well try a little heat.
But Hooker's got more problems.
That drug dealer he busted in the bar, name's J.
T.
Foley, and he works for the big man, Steiger.
Their lawyer went to a judge, got Foley sprung an hour ago.
- Damn, if they see Hooker, he's dead.
(tires screech) (uptempo electronic music) - We got a deal.
- Bring down the rest of the shipment.
- I'll be right there.
(horn honks) (tires screech) - Guys, keep those choppers away.
I don't want him gettin' nervous in there.
- He's a cop! (tires screech) - Headed towards the meat packin' plant.
Remember, no sirens.
- Get rid of him.
- If I'm dead, they know it's you, Steiger.
- If they find you.
Shoot him and then make him into salami.
We wouldn't want him to go to waste.
Yeah.
- Be reasonable, you guys.
We're talking murder one.
Let me go, and I'll see what I can do for you.
- Forget it.
Oh! (cart clatters) (guns fire) (guns fire) - This is the police, lay down your weapons! The place is surrounded! (guns fire) Damn, I thought I sounded sincere! Yo, Hooker! You all right? - No! (suspenseful electronic music) (guns fire) (men groan) (door thuds) - Hooker! - Good evening, Sidney.
- Yo man, what's up with you and coats? Where's Steiger? - Steiger's with the money.
- Oh no, the money! I can't believe it.
- Don't ask how I am.
(uptempo electronic music) (gun fires) - That's as far as you go, Steiger! (gun fires) (tires screech) (engine revs) Come on, let's go! - Where you goin'? - To my car! - What do you mean, your car? Did you see the beast they were driving? - You know, you got a point, there.
- [Dispatcher.]
This is a flash simulcast.
Units in the vicinity of Sacramento Square Unit 3129 needs assistance.
(sirens wail) (horns honk) - You see that? - Okay, I'm gonna pass him, Sidney.
(tires screech) (metal clatters) - This place is gonna look like Babe Ruth in the morning.
(tires screech) - Hang on, Sidney! - [Sidney.]
We're all gonna die! - You wanna read him the rights? - Yeah, if I can remember what they are.
Hooker, do you realize what you just did was insane? - What, you thought you had the franchise? (Sidney laughs) - You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say or do can be used against you.
(gentle electronic music) - Listen, I appreciate it.
The flu was gone from here like grass through a goose.
Oh, hang on a second.
- Kevin, this is it, goodbye.
- Well, Hooker, there's been a slight alteration in your schedule.
See, we have so many people out sick, so we'll need you to stick around, give us a hand for a couple weeks.
- I'd like to help here, but my captain would never approve.
- Yeah, he already has.
- Hello, Captain? What's going on.
- Hi, sorry I'm late.
My alarm clock, you know.
- Uh, Captain, I'm very anxious to get back to work.
In California.
Uh-huh, I'll give 'em two weeks, a month? Captain.
Captain.
I'm yours for a month.
This is insane.
Why didn't you get somebody from another precinct? Who's idea was this anyway? - Well, it seems people around here have taken a liking to you, and they ask for you.
- Who? - Him.
- You? - You'll never have me now, Nadine.
(Nadine chuckles) - Captain, we got a hostage situation.
Hold up at the Illinois Trust.
- All right people, let's roll.
- Come on, grab your coat.
- You call this a coat? (midtempo jazz music) - We're gonna have fun, you'll see.
One month with Sidney P.
, and you'll never wanna leave Chicago.
- It's been three days with him and I can't wait to go home! - Take time, I'll grow on you.
- Yeah, like mold.
And I want this window fixed! ("T.
J.
Hooker Theme" by Mark Snow") (midtempo instrumental music)