T.J. Hooker (1982) s05e12 Episode Script
Shootout
(exciting music) (funky music) - You see him? - No.
- Maybe he's inside the church.
- Well, why don't you go look? You're dressed for it.
- Four X-ray 30 to four X-ray 16.
Nothing out here, any luck? - Negative.
- Keep your eyes open.
That pimp knows there's a warrant out for him.
And ad vice says he's usually armed, be careful.
- Think ad vice could spare these wheels for the weekend? We'll call it a special assignment.
- Why Jim, white Rolls, that's just not you.
- This is a real waste of time.
I bet 10 minutes after he beat up the girl he was on a flight to San Francisco.
- I don't think so.
If he leaves town, then all the other players are gonna be grabbing up his girls.
- Yeah.
When he comes back in six weeks, no money, no flash, no girls.
You're right.
Let's give it another half hour.
(radio beeping) - [Woman.]
All units in the vicinity, we have a silent alarm from the Great West Pacific Bank at 13145 Avalon, code two.
- [Cop.]
Four Adam nine to central, responding.
- That's close, let's roll on it.
(exciting music) (tires screeching) - Guard with his gun.
- [Man.]
Let's get out of here.
- Wait.
(baby crying) Officer.
- Get back! Get back! (gun fires) (baby cries) (guns firing) - It's gonna be all right.
(guns firing) - Can't get to the car, what are we gonna do? - Behind there.
- Oh no.
- Move! (guns firing) - We gotta get that other cop before they get an army in here.
(guns firing) (groaning) - Take it easy now, just take it easy.
My partner's been hit bad, and they've got a hostage.
- [Hooker.]
Hostage, don't shoot.
- Now what? We're never gonna get out of here.
- Shut up.
- Levering, come with me.
- Four X-ray 16, request an ambulance at-- (gun firing drowns out voice) - [Hooker.]
You drive.
- Officer down, need assistance.
(car accelerating) - Come here.
- [Officer.]
Ah, no! (gun firing and glass shattering) - We're pinned down.
(tires screeching) Suspects have opened fire and are holding a hostage.
- Where did you park your car, honey? - Over there.
- Well, show us baby, fast.
- An ambulance is on the way.
- Where are the keys to the car? The keys? - On the sun visor.
- Get in! - Please don't let them! - Pin them down till I get this car started! - Stay with him.
(siren wailing) Hold it! (guns firing) (explosion booms) (exciting music) (radio chattering) - Four X-ray 30, suspects in the Great West Pacific Bank robbery have just escaped in a blue 1980 sedan, partial license plate number one Baker Charlie Baker.
Occupants: one black female, two male Caucasians.
They're armed, and they're dangerous, and they have taken a female hostage.
- [Woman.]
Roger X-ray 30, all units, be on the lookout.
- You're gonna be all right.
Help is on the way.
All you gotta do is hang on, okay? - Hooker.
That woman, she had a 357 magnum.
And she liked to use it.
- Don't.
(siren wailing) My god, you're so pretty.
(soft piano music) - A lousy 2700.
- Oh, everybody must be putting their money in IRAs.
- It's nothing! And shooting that cop is gonna bring heavy trouble.
- So let them sue me.
I'm not worried, baby.
- What are we gonna do now? - If you're scared you can crawl in a hole somewhere and pull it in after you.
- All right, take it easy Lorett.
Look, none of us are quitting while we're behind, okay? - Please, can't you let me out? You don't need me anymore, you're safe now.
- Well, uh, that's Georgie's department.
You want to let her go, Georgie? - Oh, I don't think so.
Not just yet.
(indistinct radio chatter) - This is gonna take a while.
You all right? - I will be.
His partner said he just transferred in Friday.
He wore a wedding ring.
- Yeah, he had two kids, a boy and a girl.
- Who's gonna tell them? - There's a team of investigators on their way to his house right now.
They'll make the notification.
- Procedure.
- That's right.
When something like this happens, that's what gets you through it.
Procedure.
- It's funny, I put on these street clothes special and I thought, "Well, vice is sending us out "to play games again.
" Now I've got a dead man's blood on it.
- You go back to the station, get changed.
I'll handle things here.
(light music) (funky music) I turned our little vice caper over to ad vice.
- Is that what you wanted, Hooker? - Yeah, thank you.
As you all know, we're swamped.
Ad narc and bank robbery detail have called on us for additional personnel.
- Someone said Sgt.
Hooker keeps volunteering us.
- Volunteering? I thought you guys were requesting.
(phone ringing) Hooker.
Yeah, where? Joanne McCormick, that's it.
We'll send in an SID team.
Harper City police.
They found the hostage's car abandoned in an alley.
Must have had a switch parked someplace.
- What about the hostage? - All we have is this picture, it was taken six months ago.
So we have a fresh party of three.
Two male Caucasians, one black female.
The leader is smart, troops are dangerous, and we've got to take them out.
- Anything on the one who was killed? - A street thug named Terry Chambers.
His rap sheet doesn't show him tied to anyone in particular, so he's probably an extra gun they picked up.
Oh, one more thing, there's a requiem mass for Officer Baker tomorrow morning at St.
Paul's church on Pacific Avenue.
That's it.
(phones ringing) (officers chatting) - Stace.
Everything all right? - Yeah, fine.
- In the briefing, you seemed like you were somewhere else.
- Oh, maybe I'm just tired.
It's business as usual.
- Hey, I understand.
What happened, Baker dying in your arms, it's not exactly a routine patrol.
- Still part of being a cop, right? - Sure.
(officers chanting) But I've been your partner a long time.
Ease up on yourself.
- Stop worrying, Jim.
Nothing's bothering me.
- Look, I know you don't want to talk about it and I don't want to come off like a grandmother, but-- - Good, 'cause you'd look terrible in a shawl and sensible shoes.
- Stacy.
I've been there.
I know what it's like to watch a guy die like that.
- Do you, Jim? - First thing you do is wonder why you couldn't have done more to save him.
Then you feel guilty because you made it and he didn't.
Then you start thinking about the next time.
You figure your turn's right around the corner.
You know what I'm talking about? (soft music) (soulful horn music) - Color guard, ten-hut! Port arms.
Half right, face.
Ready.
(guns clicking) Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing) Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing) Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing) A-ten-hut! Half left, face.
Present arms.
Color guard, take your posts.
(somber music) - [Man.]
Order.
Parade rest.
(sighs) - Mrs.
McCormick, I'd like you to identify the people in some photographs, if you can.
These are blow ups of the pictures taken by the surveillance cameras in the bank.
You recognize anybody? - That's the woman.
- [Hooker.]
What about the rest? - (sighs) It's them, all right.
- Did you ever see them in the bank before? - No.
- Is there anything you need? There's a drugstore on the corner.
It's better than the hospital kit.
- No, thanks.
- Mrs.
McCormick, did anything else happen to you when they had you? Before you were shot? - [Joanne.]
Why should you think that? - Maybe because I'm a woman too.
- I fought back as much as I could.
They held me.
And then One of them raped me in the back seat of the car.
- Were you blindfolded when it happened? - Yes.
- But you saw the man, didn't you? - How do you know that? - Because she's a cop.
Like me.
You were hiding something, weren't you, Mrs.
McCormick? - Do I have to go into all of this? - No, you don't.
But he's probably done the same thing to other women and he may have been arrested for it, and if he has, there's a good chance that we can identify him from the file on sex criminals.
- It might be him in the pictures, but I'm not sure.
- All right, that's enough for now.
Thank you very much.
- Caroline roses.
First bloom is always a problem.
Can I help you? - It could be.
Are you Mrs.
Stanford Elliot? - Why, yes, I am.
- Actually, I need to talk with your husband.
- [Wife.]
Well, he's at his place of business this time of day.
I can get the address for you.
- Oh, I know the address.
What I want is for you to call him on the phone and tell him to come home.
- I won't do that.
- Sure you will.
(spooky music) Me and some friends want to meet him.
Inside, honey, and do it now.
(suspenseful music) - You wanted to see me, Mr.
Elliot? What's going on? - There's a man out front.
He's tall and he's heavyset.
He's at the writing desk, did you notice him? - No.
- He was at my house this morning with a black woman who told me that she had, she killed that officer at Great West Pacific Bank.
- Oh my god.
- She said she had a gun in my wife's back.
And that to keep silent, come home, and see for myself.
And if I didn't, my wife was a dead woman.
- What did you do? - I went home.
There were three of them.
The two men, they took me back here, one's out in front, one's in the parking lot.
- Well, why don't I slip over to one of the phones-- - No, no no! Don't do anything, please.
If I don't go out of here with $100,000, they're gonna kill Mary.
They mean it! - We've got to do something.
- Shh! No, no.
Nothing, nothing we can do.
I gotta go.
(sighs) - She's really pushing it.
She was telling me about that interview with that young teller, Joanne McCormick? - She did a hell of a job on that.
Joanne wasn't gonna tell us about the rape.
Now we've got a description of one of the suspects.
- Stacy told me earlier she stopped by to see some friends last night.
Never made it home, never made it to bed.
- Where did she stop off? - That all night joint on Seventh, jazz and close dancing until dawn.
Cops she knows, kids from her school, I mean, they closed the place.
What is she trying to prove? - Baker died holding on to her arm.
She was trying to get through to him, stop him from dying.
Of course, she couldn't.
I think she blames herself for it.
- Well, sooner or later she's gonna have to let go.
- And when she does, one of us better be there to catch her.
(siren wailing) (people laughing) (TV blaring) (TV clicking) - (sighs) It's taking too long.
Hope your husband didn't turn stupid and try something.
If he did, he's a dead man.
- He's not stupid.
- Well you ought to know.
You like this kind of life? Staying home waiting for your old man.
Spraying flowers, fixing meals.
Getting up when he says so, going to bed when he says so.
- Yes, I like it.
It's a good life.
We don't hurt anybody.
It's stable, secure.
- It's not too secure right now, honey.
Now me, I like a little more excitement.
I want something, I just take it.
I don't need an old man doing me favors.
You've never been like that, have you? You know, I really feel sorry for you.
(car approaching) It's them, not a cop in sight.
- Get in there! - Mary, Mary! - [Mary.]
Stan.
- You all right? - Yes, I'm fine, how are you? - (crying) They made me-- - [Mary.]
I know, I know.
- Let's get out of here.
You're driving us in your car.
- No, he's done everything you want! - It's all right.
- Come on! - Look, you've got the car, just leave us alone! - You're making me nervous, lady.
- It's all right, please, she'll do anything you say! - Leave me alone! - Get him out of here.
Get out.
- I can tie her up and gag her.
- No, she knows too much.
Do it.
(sinister music) - [Lorett.]
Get inside! - Please, don't! - You just better be glad I took a liking to you.
Now get inside! And get down on the floor, get down! - [Mary.]
No, no! (gun firing) (radio beeping) - [Woman.]
All units in the vicinity, manager at the First Commercial Bank is reported kidnapped.
It is believed suspects are headed for victim's home at Two male Caucasians are driving a burgundy van.
A third suspect, a black female, is reported to already be at the victim's address.
Suspects are armed and considered dangerous.
- Four Adam 30, roger.
- Four Adam 16, we're rolling backup to 30.
(exciting music) (siren wailing) (tires screeching) (suspenseful music) (woman crying hysterically) - Oh please, you gotta find him, please.
They've got my husband, and they're gonna kill him.
I know it, I know it, they're gonna kill him.
I know it.
(sobbing) (indistinct radio chatter) The man who did most of the talking was well-dressed, nice looking, in his 40s.
Isn't there any word about my husband yet? - We're doing all we can.
- Give it time, Mrs.
Elliot.
The entire force is on the alert.
We'll find him.
- Anything unusual about these people? Any accent, things they did or said? - I don't think so.
It was all so unexpected, so frightening.
Either of the men ever, uh, well, make a pass at you? - No.
Of course the two men were only here a short time while we waited for Stan to come home.
Then they left with him.
- But you were here alone with the woman about an hour or so.
- Well yes, but she mostly fiddled with the TV set.
Kept flipping the dial all the time.
- Like she was looking for a particular program? - Yes, I guess so.
She said something about a ballgame back east.
She kept flipping the channel to channel nine.
Like she didn't know the local stations.
- Might be from out of town.
That covers a lot of territory.
- [Hooker.]
Yeah, like the rest of the world.
- Mrs.
Elliot.
Is this your chip? - No, it was hers, the woman's, she kept rolling it back and forth over her fingers.
- The Capri in Vegas.
Mrs.
Elliot, they found your husband.
- He's dead, isn't he? - I'm sorry, yes.
(somber music) (peppy music) - Some interesting stuff out of Las Vegas.
They've seen our teletype of the bank robbers, and they ran the whole package through Nevada CII.
They came up with a match.
Carson City bank robbery two months ago, same MO.
They picked up a young bank cashier, dropped him off later, dead.
One of them raped a hostage.
- Did you get an ID on any of them? - That's the good part.
They picked up a young guy catching a flight to Las Vegas named George Collins.
He fit the description of the rapist, but the hostage wouldn't or couldn't pick him out of a lineup so they had to kick him free.
He's known to associate with a man by the name of John Fender.
- Can we get Collins' picture? - Thanks.
- I paid Joanne McCormick a visit 30 minutes ago.
She identified Collins as the man who raped her.
- Las Vegas here we come.
You cut me in, Hooker.
I'm gonna go pack.
(patrons chatting) - Talk about hyper.
You gonna take her? - I think so.
You sit on things here, Jim.
Stacy is making all the right moves on the surface but here emotions are all locked up.
Smiles on the outside, no hint of what's going on inside.
- You think it's Baker's death.
- That, and Elliot's.
She's probably thinking it could happen to her too sooner instead of later.
(sniffling) I thought there was something behind all those smiles in there.
- I'm okay, Hooker, really.
- You could have fooled me.
Or is that the point? - I've just been under a little pressure, that's all.
- A little, or a lot? Come on, Stacy, this is Hooker.
Talk to me.
- I just can't get him out of my mind.
- Baker? - He didn't know he was going to die that day.
Getting shot to death isn't part of the routine.
- It's part of the job.
Every time you pin on the badge.
You know it could happen.
- I know that.
Maybe I'm just scared.
- Of what? - It could have been me, not Baker who took those bullets.
- It's a risk we take.
- But I don't know if I can face that anymore.
- You'll know, Stacy.
And you'll do what you have to do.
You have to deal with it one step at a time and the next step is Las Vegas.
(funky music) Last time I was here I went home a 30 buck winner, you believe that? - If you say so, Hooker.
Maybe you're luck's in finding partners.
Mine have always been ugly and unpleasant and growing whiskers.
- Think of me in the same way.
I'm just one of the guys.
(laughing) - I'll try, but it won't be easy.
Okay, let me fill you in.
George Collins fitting the right description has had a room at the Carriage Inn for three weeks.
Number 212, but he hasn't been there much.
Among his visitors has been a very attractive black woman IDed as Lorett Blake.
- A former dealer at one of the casinos.
- You got it.
- That sounds like our woman.
It sounds like our guy, too.
- Okay, well I got a backup unit already rolling, so uh, let's move.
- Let's go.
(light saxophone music) The department records show that Collins hangs out with a man named John Fender, you know him? - Fender's a one time flyboy gone sour.
He resigned in lieu of a court martial.
- What charge? - Grand theft.
Of course he didn't stand trial.
He ended up managing a motel in the strip, hustling where he could, nothing big.
He's a good man gone bad.
- Well, we've all got our own little problems.
- Look, Hooker, you people made this case.
Ball's in your court if you say so.
I'm holding a search warrant.
I've alerted the manager.
He says he thinks Collins is in the room.
He's not sure about any others.
- Okay.
Stacy and I will go in as a couple.
You get some men on the other side there to any windows that might be there, and get some people on the landing.
- I could use the bullhorn, try to talk him out.
- Got my vote on that one.
- No.
We'd have to empty the place first and Collins might catch on.
He's smart, and that would guarantee a shootout.
This way we've got the element of surprise working for us.
- It's your show.
How you going in? - Right after my foot.
Let's go.
(suspenseful music) - Hooker, I've got a bad feeling about this.
- We've done it before, Stace.
And we'll do it again.
I'm depending on you.
(door clicking) (gun firing) (exciting music) (grunting) Stacy, it's over.
It's done.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
- [Group.]
Hut, one two three.
Hut, one two three.
Hut.
(computer beeping) - You know how this works? - No, but I have a sergeant who used to be the best robbery detective in the department to show me how.
- And don't you forget it.
We fed the sum total of all the information we had from the two local hits and the one in Carson City into Patrick here, and in Patrick's informed opinion, there are nine prime possible locations they might go for.
Six are downtown, and three are in the western section.
- Why are we so sure Fender and Lorett will be back in business? - Because we got Collins with their loot before he could stash it.
- That's right.
They're gonna be frustrated, hungry, and dangerous.
- Okay, it figures, but how do we know which one to stakeout? - They're all going to be staked out, but this is the one we're going to take.
And you know why? - Sure, Patrick's first choice.
- That's a smart cop, you know that? We'll be using these new wireless remotes.
Microphone, ear piece.
Powered by silver oxide cells.
- What's the range? - We can talk to each other from about three blocks away.
- Sounds great in theory.
- Sure does.
We'll see how it works out in practice.
We'll change clothes at the bank.
Let's go through the drill one more time.
Lorett's entrance is our cue.
I'll alert the backup outside and I'll take her in the customer line before she knows she's made.
Stacy, you'll back me up from your position over there, and Jim, you'll back up the officers with Fender from your position over by the teller's desk.
Any questions? - How do we get out of this chicken outfit? (suspenseful music) - Find anything interesting? - So far, just a pretty blonde with a slight southern accent.
- That's a west Texas accent.
- Even better, like deep in the heart of.
Cool it, it's not her.
- Close.
- Hooker.
- You got a problem? - I could live without this detail.
I mean, getting out in the field is one thing, but being here waiting, playing sitting ducks for those gun freaks is something else.
- You're asking me to pull you out? - I thought maybe you'd been thinking about it already.
- It's a hell of a way of having this conversation with a bug in my ear and a bug in my tie.
I'll let you know when I think you can't cut it.
(sighs) - You know, I never thought I'd get to the point where I wouldn't ever want to see another $10 bill again.
But I'm there.
You brooding? - A little.
- Stacy? - I'm beginning to get worried about her.
- Come on.
Look, as a friend, relax, huh? I mean, think about something, something fun, something you really want to do.
(jazzy music and patrons chatting) - Yeah.
I'm thinking.
That big blonde from west Texas.
She's 27 years old.
I wonder if she'd like to go to San Francisco for the weekend.
With a passionate, free-spending, affectionate man of the world.
- I'm gonna have to check my schedule, Hooker.
I don't know how soon I'll be available.
(chuckling) - My fingers hurt from typing mash notes to Clint Eastwood all day.
I gather nothing happened at any of the other banks.
- Nothing.
A waste of manpower, 50 cops sitting on their cans.
- How long is the department going to let that go on? - They've already started to cut us back.
Two more days, that's it.
- Well Fender and Lady Macbeth lost the 100,000 when we got George Collins.
They must have a hit in mind.
In fact, from their point of view, they have to.
- Unless they got scared off when we busted Collins.
- No, they like killing people too much.
And they're going to keep on doing it until they're stopped.
(people chatting) - Hi.
- Hi, I'm Stacy Sheridan.
Are you new here? - No, no, I'm Anne St.
Claire, hi.
I just had a couple days off.
But the manager filled me in.
Are you really part of the stakeout? - Yes, but there's nothing for you to worry about.
If these people do come in, just do what they say, and you'll be all right.
Are you nervous? - Yeah, you could say that.
- Don't be.
Here are pictures of the two we're expecting.
Just do your regular work like you always do, and don't look for them.
- I've seen this girl, right here in this bank! - When? - Like just a couple of days ago, before I took off, maybe three days ago.
She came in asking about a loan.
So we filled out an application.
Here it is.
I was gonna show it to the manager because nothing that she gave me checked out.
Names, addresses, they were all phony.
But this is her, this is the girl.
- Excuse me.
- Hooker, you copy? - Roger.
- Lorett Blake was in this bank the day before we started our stakeout.
She filled out a phony loan application.
- Looks like we've been chosen.
Stay alert.
- Relax, Anne, and stop looking at the door.
(vase clatters) (creepy music) - How far behind are they? - Relax.
They're right behind us.
- Hooker to control.
They've just entered the bank, two suspects.
Proceed with plan.
Hooker to strike team.
Wait, do not enter bank.
They've picked up some extra help.
Two male Caucasians.
Delay any action until they leave the bank.
We don't want a shootout in here.
Stacy, Carter, give them the money.
We'll take them outside.
(suspenseful music) - Next, please.
Good morning.
- That's the name for it, baby.
Get your hands up.
Everybody, shut up and stand still! You two lovebirds over there, move, get in the corner, now.
Everybody, stand still or we'll blow holes in you.
Get your hands up, now, everybody! You over there, get over in the corner, now.
- Fill the bag.
- Come on move, get over in the corner, now.
Everybody get your hands up.
Did you hear me over there? Get your hands up now! - [Thug.]
Don't move.
- What's the matter over here, get your hands up.
- Move, lady! - Cool it, cool it.
Let them take the money and leave.
- Remember me, honey? - No, I mean I don't-- - Oh yeah, you remember me, I did a whole number on you.
We're gonna clean this place out.
And when we do, that means I'm gonna have a lot of money to spend.
Wanna come along for kicks? - All right, knock it off.
Keep your eyes open, dammit.
- Shut up! How come my application's on top? What's going on? - Nothing, it's just routine.
- The references in it didn't check out.
We have to report things like that to the manager.
- Little Miss Cool with all the answers, right, honey? I don't remember you being here the other day.
Let me see your purse.
I want to see what you carry around.
And hand it over real nice and slow like.
- I gotta get out of here.
Ow! (moaning) (guns firing) (intense music) (guns firing) - Drop the gun! Move and I'll blow your head off.
(gun fires) - Get out of here! - Fender! Stop! (gun firing) (siren wailing) (people clamoring) Get an ambulance right away.
Well, this won't even slow down your chasing girls.
- That may be the best news I've had all day.
- Does this mean I'm gonna have to bring you candy and magazines and listen to your complaints about the nurses? - Hey, I've never complained about nurses yet.
Now that we know I'm gonna live, how about you? Are you okay? - Sure.
We're cops.
We do what we have to.
Right, Hooker? - That's right.
We do what we have to.
(soft music) (people chatting) - I'm really sorry to leave you with all the paperwork.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
- Hey, Jim, I'll check with you later.
Stacy.
You did a hell of a job there.
- Thanks.
Can I get out of here now? - No.
The detectives from the officer involved shooting team are coming, you know that.
You thought it was gonna be your turn to be hit next.
That was it, wasn't' it? - I knew.
Baker died, Mr.
Elliot and the others.
I just knew there was a bullet in this one with my name all over it.
- Well let me tell you what I knew.
When the chips are down, class will out every time.
(soft music) (exciting music) (triumphant music)
- Maybe he's inside the church.
- Well, why don't you go look? You're dressed for it.
- Four X-ray 30 to four X-ray 16.
Nothing out here, any luck? - Negative.
- Keep your eyes open.
That pimp knows there's a warrant out for him.
And ad vice says he's usually armed, be careful.
- Think ad vice could spare these wheels for the weekend? We'll call it a special assignment.
- Why Jim, white Rolls, that's just not you.
- This is a real waste of time.
I bet 10 minutes after he beat up the girl he was on a flight to San Francisco.
- I don't think so.
If he leaves town, then all the other players are gonna be grabbing up his girls.
- Yeah.
When he comes back in six weeks, no money, no flash, no girls.
You're right.
Let's give it another half hour.
(radio beeping) - [Woman.]
All units in the vicinity, we have a silent alarm from the Great West Pacific Bank at 13145 Avalon, code two.
- [Cop.]
Four Adam nine to central, responding.
- That's close, let's roll on it.
(exciting music) (tires screeching) - Guard with his gun.
- [Man.]
Let's get out of here.
- Wait.
(baby crying) Officer.
- Get back! Get back! (gun fires) (baby cries) (guns firing) - It's gonna be all right.
(guns firing) - Can't get to the car, what are we gonna do? - Behind there.
- Oh no.
- Move! (guns firing) - We gotta get that other cop before they get an army in here.
(guns firing) (groaning) - Take it easy now, just take it easy.
My partner's been hit bad, and they've got a hostage.
- [Hooker.]
Hostage, don't shoot.
- Now what? We're never gonna get out of here.
- Shut up.
- Levering, come with me.
- Four X-ray 16, request an ambulance at-- (gun firing drowns out voice) - [Hooker.]
You drive.
- Officer down, need assistance.
(car accelerating) - Come here.
- [Officer.]
Ah, no! (gun firing and glass shattering) - We're pinned down.
(tires screeching) Suspects have opened fire and are holding a hostage.
- Where did you park your car, honey? - Over there.
- Well, show us baby, fast.
- An ambulance is on the way.
- Where are the keys to the car? The keys? - On the sun visor.
- Get in! - Please don't let them! - Pin them down till I get this car started! - Stay with him.
(siren wailing) Hold it! (guns firing) (explosion booms) (exciting music) (radio chattering) - Four X-ray 30, suspects in the Great West Pacific Bank robbery have just escaped in a blue 1980 sedan, partial license plate number one Baker Charlie Baker.
Occupants: one black female, two male Caucasians.
They're armed, and they're dangerous, and they have taken a female hostage.
- [Woman.]
Roger X-ray 30, all units, be on the lookout.
- You're gonna be all right.
Help is on the way.
All you gotta do is hang on, okay? - Hooker.
That woman, she had a 357 magnum.
And she liked to use it.
- Don't.
(siren wailing) My god, you're so pretty.
(soft piano music) - A lousy 2700.
- Oh, everybody must be putting their money in IRAs.
- It's nothing! And shooting that cop is gonna bring heavy trouble.
- So let them sue me.
I'm not worried, baby.
- What are we gonna do now? - If you're scared you can crawl in a hole somewhere and pull it in after you.
- All right, take it easy Lorett.
Look, none of us are quitting while we're behind, okay? - Please, can't you let me out? You don't need me anymore, you're safe now.
- Well, uh, that's Georgie's department.
You want to let her go, Georgie? - Oh, I don't think so.
Not just yet.
(indistinct radio chatter) - This is gonna take a while.
You all right? - I will be.
His partner said he just transferred in Friday.
He wore a wedding ring.
- Yeah, he had two kids, a boy and a girl.
- Who's gonna tell them? - There's a team of investigators on their way to his house right now.
They'll make the notification.
- Procedure.
- That's right.
When something like this happens, that's what gets you through it.
Procedure.
- It's funny, I put on these street clothes special and I thought, "Well, vice is sending us out "to play games again.
" Now I've got a dead man's blood on it.
- You go back to the station, get changed.
I'll handle things here.
(light music) (funky music) I turned our little vice caper over to ad vice.
- Is that what you wanted, Hooker? - Yeah, thank you.
As you all know, we're swamped.
Ad narc and bank robbery detail have called on us for additional personnel.
- Someone said Sgt.
Hooker keeps volunteering us.
- Volunteering? I thought you guys were requesting.
(phone ringing) Hooker.
Yeah, where? Joanne McCormick, that's it.
We'll send in an SID team.
Harper City police.
They found the hostage's car abandoned in an alley.
Must have had a switch parked someplace.
- What about the hostage? - All we have is this picture, it was taken six months ago.
So we have a fresh party of three.
Two male Caucasians, one black female.
The leader is smart, troops are dangerous, and we've got to take them out.
- Anything on the one who was killed? - A street thug named Terry Chambers.
His rap sheet doesn't show him tied to anyone in particular, so he's probably an extra gun they picked up.
Oh, one more thing, there's a requiem mass for Officer Baker tomorrow morning at St.
Paul's church on Pacific Avenue.
That's it.
(phones ringing) (officers chatting) - Stace.
Everything all right? - Yeah, fine.
- In the briefing, you seemed like you were somewhere else.
- Oh, maybe I'm just tired.
It's business as usual.
- Hey, I understand.
What happened, Baker dying in your arms, it's not exactly a routine patrol.
- Still part of being a cop, right? - Sure.
(officers chanting) But I've been your partner a long time.
Ease up on yourself.
- Stop worrying, Jim.
Nothing's bothering me.
- Look, I know you don't want to talk about it and I don't want to come off like a grandmother, but-- - Good, 'cause you'd look terrible in a shawl and sensible shoes.
- Stacy.
I've been there.
I know what it's like to watch a guy die like that.
- Do you, Jim? - First thing you do is wonder why you couldn't have done more to save him.
Then you feel guilty because you made it and he didn't.
Then you start thinking about the next time.
You figure your turn's right around the corner.
You know what I'm talking about? (soft music) (soulful horn music) - Color guard, ten-hut! Port arms.
Half right, face.
Ready.
(guns clicking) Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing) Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing) Aim.
Fire.
(guns firing) A-ten-hut! Half left, face.
Present arms.
Color guard, take your posts.
(somber music) - [Man.]
Order.
Parade rest.
(sighs) - Mrs.
McCormick, I'd like you to identify the people in some photographs, if you can.
These are blow ups of the pictures taken by the surveillance cameras in the bank.
You recognize anybody? - That's the woman.
- [Hooker.]
What about the rest? - (sighs) It's them, all right.
- Did you ever see them in the bank before? - No.
- Is there anything you need? There's a drugstore on the corner.
It's better than the hospital kit.
- No, thanks.
- Mrs.
McCormick, did anything else happen to you when they had you? Before you were shot? - [Joanne.]
Why should you think that? - Maybe because I'm a woman too.
- I fought back as much as I could.
They held me.
And then One of them raped me in the back seat of the car.
- Were you blindfolded when it happened? - Yes.
- But you saw the man, didn't you? - How do you know that? - Because she's a cop.
Like me.
You were hiding something, weren't you, Mrs.
McCormick? - Do I have to go into all of this? - No, you don't.
But he's probably done the same thing to other women and he may have been arrested for it, and if he has, there's a good chance that we can identify him from the file on sex criminals.
- It might be him in the pictures, but I'm not sure.
- All right, that's enough for now.
Thank you very much.
- Caroline roses.
First bloom is always a problem.
Can I help you? - It could be.
Are you Mrs.
Stanford Elliot? - Why, yes, I am.
- Actually, I need to talk with your husband.
- [Wife.]
Well, he's at his place of business this time of day.
I can get the address for you.
- Oh, I know the address.
What I want is for you to call him on the phone and tell him to come home.
- I won't do that.
- Sure you will.
(spooky music) Me and some friends want to meet him.
Inside, honey, and do it now.
(suspenseful music) - You wanted to see me, Mr.
Elliot? What's going on? - There's a man out front.
He's tall and he's heavyset.
He's at the writing desk, did you notice him? - No.
- He was at my house this morning with a black woman who told me that she had, she killed that officer at Great West Pacific Bank.
- Oh my god.
- She said she had a gun in my wife's back.
And that to keep silent, come home, and see for myself.
And if I didn't, my wife was a dead woman.
- What did you do? - I went home.
There were three of them.
The two men, they took me back here, one's out in front, one's in the parking lot.
- Well, why don't I slip over to one of the phones-- - No, no no! Don't do anything, please.
If I don't go out of here with $100,000, they're gonna kill Mary.
They mean it! - We've got to do something.
- Shh! No, no.
Nothing, nothing we can do.
I gotta go.
(sighs) - She's really pushing it.
She was telling me about that interview with that young teller, Joanne McCormick? - She did a hell of a job on that.
Joanne wasn't gonna tell us about the rape.
Now we've got a description of one of the suspects.
- Stacy told me earlier she stopped by to see some friends last night.
Never made it home, never made it to bed.
- Where did she stop off? - That all night joint on Seventh, jazz and close dancing until dawn.
Cops she knows, kids from her school, I mean, they closed the place.
What is she trying to prove? - Baker died holding on to her arm.
She was trying to get through to him, stop him from dying.
Of course, she couldn't.
I think she blames herself for it.
- Well, sooner or later she's gonna have to let go.
- And when she does, one of us better be there to catch her.
(siren wailing) (people laughing) (TV blaring) (TV clicking) - (sighs) It's taking too long.
Hope your husband didn't turn stupid and try something.
If he did, he's a dead man.
- He's not stupid.
- Well you ought to know.
You like this kind of life? Staying home waiting for your old man.
Spraying flowers, fixing meals.
Getting up when he says so, going to bed when he says so.
- Yes, I like it.
It's a good life.
We don't hurt anybody.
It's stable, secure.
- It's not too secure right now, honey.
Now me, I like a little more excitement.
I want something, I just take it.
I don't need an old man doing me favors.
You've never been like that, have you? You know, I really feel sorry for you.
(car approaching) It's them, not a cop in sight.
- Get in there! - Mary, Mary! - [Mary.]
Stan.
- You all right? - Yes, I'm fine, how are you? - (crying) They made me-- - [Mary.]
I know, I know.
- Let's get out of here.
You're driving us in your car.
- No, he's done everything you want! - It's all right.
- Come on! - Look, you've got the car, just leave us alone! - You're making me nervous, lady.
- It's all right, please, she'll do anything you say! - Leave me alone! - Get him out of here.
Get out.
- I can tie her up and gag her.
- No, she knows too much.
Do it.
(sinister music) - [Lorett.]
Get inside! - Please, don't! - You just better be glad I took a liking to you.
Now get inside! And get down on the floor, get down! - [Mary.]
No, no! (gun firing) (radio beeping) - [Woman.]
All units in the vicinity, manager at the First Commercial Bank is reported kidnapped.
It is believed suspects are headed for victim's home at Two male Caucasians are driving a burgundy van.
A third suspect, a black female, is reported to already be at the victim's address.
Suspects are armed and considered dangerous.
- Four Adam 30, roger.
- Four Adam 16, we're rolling backup to 30.
(exciting music) (siren wailing) (tires screeching) (suspenseful music) (woman crying hysterically) - Oh please, you gotta find him, please.
They've got my husband, and they're gonna kill him.
I know it, I know it, they're gonna kill him.
I know it.
(sobbing) (indistinct radio chatter) The man who did most of the talking was well-dressed, nice looking, in his 40s.
Isn't there any word about my husband yet? - We're doing all we can.
- Give it time, Mrs.
Elliot.
The entire force is on the alert.
We'll find him.
- Anything unusual about these people? Any accent, things they did or said? - I don't think so.
It was all so unexpected, so frightening.
Either of the men ever, uh, well, make a pass at you? - No.
Of course the two men were only here a short time while we waited for Stan to come home.
Then they left with him.
- But you were here alone with the woman about an hour or so.
- Well yes, but she mostly fiddled with the TV set.
Kept flipping the dial all the time.
- Like she was looking for a particular program? - Yes, I guess so.
She said something about a ballgame back east.
She kept flipping the channel to channel nine.
Like she didn't know the local stations.
- Might be from out of town.
That covers a lot of territory.
- [Hooker.]
Yeah, like the rest of the world.
- Mrs.
Elliot.
Is this your chip? - No, it was hers, the woman's, she kept rolling it back and forth over her fingers.
- The Capri in Vegas.
Mrs.
Elliot, they found your husband.
- He's dead, isn't he? - I'm sorry, yes.
(somber music) (peppy music) - Some interesting stuff out of Las Vegas.
They've seen our teletype of the bank robbers, and they ran the whole package through Nevada CII.
They came up with a match.
Carson City bank robbery two months ago, same MO.
They picked up a young bank cashier, dropped him off later, dead.
One of them raped a hostage.
- Did you get an ID on any of them? - That's the good part.
They picked up a young guy catching a flight to Las Vegas named George Collins.
He fit the description of the rapist, but the hostage wouldn't or couldn't pick him out of a lineup so they had to kick him free.
He's known to associate with a man by the name of John Fender.
- Can we get Collins' picture? - Thanks.
- I paid Joanne McCormick a visit 30 minutes ago.
She identified Collins as the man who raped her.
- Las Vegas here we come.
You cut me in, Hooker.
I'm gonna go pack.
(patrons chatting) - Talk about hyper.
You gonna take her? - I think so.
You sit on things here, Jim.
Stacy is making all the right moves on the surface but here emotions are all locked up.
Smiles on the outside, no hint of what's going on inside.
- You think it's Baker's death.
- That, and Elliot's.
She's probably thinking it could happen to her too sooner instead of later.
(sniffling) I thought there was something behind all those smiles in there.
- I'm okay, Hooker, really.
- You could have fooled me.
Or is that the point? - I've just been under a little pressure, that's all.
- A little, or a lot? Come on, Stacy, this is Hooker.
Talk to me.
- I just can't get him out of my mind.
- Baker? - He didn't know he was going to die that day.
Getting shot to death isn't part of the routine.
- It's part of the job.
Every time you pin on the badge.
You know it could happen.
- I know that.
Maybe I'm just scared.
- Of what? - It could have been me, not Baker who took those bullets.
- It's a risk we take.
- But I don't know if I can face that anymore.
- You'll know, Stacy.
And you'll do what you have to do.
You have to deal with it one step at a time and the next step is Las Vegas.
(funky music) Last time I was here I went home a 30 buck winner, you believe that? - If you say so, Hooker.
Maybe you're luck's in finding partners.
Mine have always been ugly and unpleasant and growing whiskers.
- Think of me in the same way.
I'm just one of the guys.
(laughing) - I'll try, but it won't be easy.
Okay, let me fill you in.
George Collins fitting the right description has had a room at the Carriage Inn for three weeks.
Number 212, but he hasn't been there much.
Among his visitors has been a very attractive black woman IDed as Lorett Blake.
- A former dealer at one of the casinos.
- You got it.
- That sounds like our woman.
It sounds like our guy, too.
- Okay, well I got a backup unit already rolling, so uh, let's move.
- Let's go.
(light saxophone music) The department records show that Collins hangs out with a man named John Fender, you know him? - Fender's a one time flyboy gone sour.
He resigned in lieu of a court martial.
- What charge? - Grand theft.
Of course he didn't stand trial.
He ended up managing a motel in the strip, hustling where he could, nothing big.
He's a good man gone bad.
- Well, we've all got our own little problems.
- Look, Hooker, you people made this case.
Ball's in your court if you say so.
I'm holding a search warrant.
I've alerted the manager.
He says he thinks Collins is in the room.
He's not sure about any others.
- Okay.
Stacy and I will go in as a couple.
You get some men on the other side there to any windows that might be there, and get some people on the landing.
- I could use the bullhorn, try to talk him out.
- Got my vote on that one.
- No.
We'd have to empty the place first and Collins might catch on.
He's smart, and that would guarantee a shootout.
This way we've got the element of surprise working for us.
- It's your show.
How you going in? - Right after my foot.
Let's go.
(suspenseful music) - Hooker, I've got a bad feeling about this.
- We've done it before, Stace.
And we'll do it again.
I'm depending on you.
(door clicking) (gun firing) (exciting music) (grunting) Stacy, it's over.
It's done.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up that right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
- [Group.]
Hut, one two three.
Hut, one two three.
Hut.
(computer beeping) - You know how this works? - No, but I have a sergeant who used to be the best robbery detective in the department to show me how.
- And don't you forget it.
We fed the sum total of all the information we had from the two local hits and the one in Carson City into Patrick here, and in Patrick's informed opinion, there are nine prime possible locations they might go for.
Six are downtown, and three are in the western section.
- Why are we so sure Fender and Lorett will be back in business? - Because we got Collins with their loot before he could stash it.
- That's right.
They're gonna be frustrated, hungry, and dangerous.
- Okay, it figures, but how do we know which one to stakeout? - They're all going to be staked out, but this is the one we're going to take.
And you know why? - Sure, Patrick's first choice.
- That's a smart cop, you know that? We'll be using these new wireless remotes.
Microphone, ear piece.
Powered by silver oxide cells.
- What's the range? - We can talk to each other from about three blocks away.
- Sounds great in theory.
- Sure does.
We'll see how it works out in practice.
We'll change clothes at the bank.
Let's go through the drill one more time.
Lorett's entrance is our cue.
I'll alert the backup outside and I'll take her in the customer line before she knows she's made.
Stacy, you'll back me up from your position over there, and Jim, you'll back up the officers with Fender from your position over by the teller's desk.
Any questions? - How do we get out of this chicken outfit? (suspenseful music) - Find anything interesting? - So far, just a pretty blonde with a slight southern accent.
- That's a west Texas accent.
- Even better, like deep in the heart of.
Cool it, it's not her.
- Close.
- Hooker.
- You got a problem? - I could live without this detail.
I mean, getting out in the field is one thing, but being here waiting, playing sitting ducks for those gun freaks is something else.
- You're asking me to pull you out? - I thought maybe you'd been thinking about it already.
- It's a hell of a way of having this conversation with a bug in my ear and a bug in my tie.
I'll let you know when I think you can't cut it.
(sighs) - You know, I never thought I'd get to the point where I wouldn't ever want to see another $10 bill again.
But I'm there.
You brooding? - A little.
- Stacy? - I'm beginning to get worried about her.
- Come on.
Look, as a friend, relax, huh? I mean, think about something, something fun, something you really want to do.
(jazzy music and patrons chatting) - Yeah.
I'm thinking.
That big blonde from west Texas.
She's 27 years old.
I wonder if she'd like to go to San Francisco for the weekend.
With a passionate, free-spending, affectionate man of the world.
- I'm gonna have to check my schedule, Hooker.
I don't know how soon I'll be available.
(chuckling) - My fingers hurt from typing mash notes to Clint Eastwood all day.
I gather nothing happened at any of the other banks.
- Nothing.
A waste of manpower, 50 cops sitting on their cans.
- How long is the department going to let that go on? - They've already started to cut us back.
Two more days, that's it.
- Well Fender and Lady Macbeth lost the 100,000 when we got George Collins.
They must have a hit in mind.
In fact, from their point of view, they have to.
- Unless they got scared off when we busted Collins.
- No, they like killing people too much.
And they're going to keep on doing it until they're stopped.
(people chatting) - Hi.
- Hi, I'm Stacy Sheridan.
Are you new here? - No, no, I'm Anne St.
Claire, hi.
I just had a couple days off.
But the manager filled me in.
Are you really part of the stakeout? - Yes, but there's nothing for you to worry about.
If these people do come in, just do what they say, and you'll be all right.
Are you nervous? - Yeah, you could say that.
- Don't be.
Here are pictures of the two we're expecting.
Just do your regular work like you always do, and don't look for them.
- I've seen this girl, right here in this bank! - When? - Like just a couple of days ago, before I took off, maybe three days ago.
She came in asking about a loan.
So we filled out an application.
Here it is.
I was gonna show it to the manager because nothing that she gave me checked out.
Names, addresses, they were all phony.
But this is her, this is the girl.
- Excuse me.
- Hooker, you copy? - Roger.
- Lorett Blake was in this bank the day before we started our stakeout.
She filled out a phony loan application.
- Looks like we've been chosen.
Stay alert.
- Relax, Anne, and stop looking at the door.
(vase clatters) (creepy music) - How far behind are they? - Relax.
They're right behind us.
- Hooker to control.
They've just entered the bank, two suspects.
Proceed with plan.
Hooker to strike team.
Wait, do not enter bank.
They've picked up some extra help.
Two male Caucasians.
Delay any action until they leave the bank.
We don't want a shootout in here.
Stacy, Carter, give them the money.
We'll take them outside.
(suspenseful music) - Next, please.
Good morning.
- That's the name for it, baby.
Get your hands up.
Everybody, shut up and stand still! You two lovebirds over there, move, get in the corner, now.
Everybody, stand still or we'll blow holes in you.
Get your hands up, now, everybody! You over there, get over in the corner, now.
- Fill the bag.
- Come on move, get over in the corner, now.
Everybody get your hands up.
Did you hear me over there? Get your hands up now! - [Thug.]
Don't move.
- What's the matter over here, get your hands up.
- Move, lady! - Cool it, cool it.
Let them take the money and leave.
- Remember me, honey? - No, I mean I don't-- - Oh yeah, you remember me, I did a whole number on you.
We're gonna clean this place out.
And when we do, that means I'm gonna have a lot of money to spend.
Wanna come along for kicks? - All right, knock it off.
Keep your eyes open, dammit.
- Shut up! How come my application's on top? What's going on? - Nothing, it's just routine.
- The references in it didn't check out.
We have to report things like that to the manager.
- Little Miss Cool with all the answers, right, honey? I don't remember you being here the other day.
Let me see your purse.
I want to see what you carry around.
And hand it over real nice and slow like.
- I gotta get out of here.
Ow! (moaning) (guns firing) (intense music) (guns firing) - Drop the gun! Move and I'll blow your head off.
(gun fires) - Get out of here! - Fender! Stop! (gun firing) (siren wailing) (people clamoring) Get an ambulance right away.
Well, this won't even slow down your chasing girls.
- That may be the best news I've had all day.
- Does this mean I'm gonna have to bring you candy and magazines and listen to your complaints about the nurses? - Hey, I've never complained about nurses yet.
Now that we know I'm gonna live, how about you? Are you okay? - Sure.
We're cops.
We do what we have to.
Right, Hooker? - That's right.
We do what we have to.
(soft music) (people chatting) - I'm really sorry to leave you with all the paperwork.
- Yeah, I'll bet.
- Hey, Jim, I'll check with you later.
Stacy.
You did a hell of a job there.
- Thanks.
Can I get out of here now? - No.
The detectives from the officer involved shooting team are coming, you know that.
You thought it was gonna be your turn to be hit next.
That was it, wasn't' it? - I knew.
Baker died, Mr.
Elliot and the others.
I just knew there was a bullet in this one with my name all over it.
- Well let me tell you what I knew.
When the chips are down, class will out every time.
(soft music) (exciting music) (triumphant music)