T. J. Hooker

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T.j. Hooker is the name.

But you don't have to lose any sleep

wondering what the t.J. Stands for.

As far as you're concerned, my first name is sergeant.

I don't know what your individual reasons are

for joining the police commission's

new recruitment program.

Well, I have one reason for being here.

There's a war going on out there on our streets.

People are scared. And they have a right to be.

The body count is high.

Homicide. Assault.

Forcible rape.

Burglary. Armed robbery. All up.

Street savvy hoods have no fear.

Not of the courts. Not of prison.

When the bust does stick, we house them,

give them color t.V. And their wives on weekends.

If that makes sense to you,

then you and I are about to have a problem,

because I'm your instructor here,

and I love to weed out air heads and marshmallows.

I've got a job to do:

To test your mental and physical fiber.

Gonna work your tails off to save your lives

and maybe the lives of some of your fellow officers.

This is no picnic. No summer camp.

Target range. Classroom. Self-defense.

We'll cover everything you had in pre-training and more.

But the real world is on the street.

And that's what this new program is all about,

on-the-job training.

You got the dedication, you got the guts,

you'll make it.

You don't, I don't want you.

Attenhut!

Hit the barracks and store your gear

and hit the track running at 0900. Got it?

Yes, sir.

I don't hear you.

Yes, sir!

Dismissed!

On the double! Come on!

I wonder what sergeant hooker eats for breakfast?

Recruits.

Yeah, he was breathing fire, weren't he?

"Weren't he"? Where'd you go to school, pal?

Who said country went to school?

I graduated with honors. Rome high.

In Italy?

Georgia.

Why? Does my accent sound Italian?

Excuse me, fellas, but do you see what I see?

You talking about the monogram on Romano's shorts?

No, see, that's so he knows who he is

in case he wakes up suddenly in the middle of the night.

What can I say to such no-style, no-class,

sartorial misfits?

Granger, you look like

you were wardrobed at a thrift shop.

Why? They didn't have clothing stores near n.Y.U?

None that sold silk shorts.

Do they come in different colors?

Hate to tell you this, guys, but we're late in 2 minutes.

That's right. Let's get to it!

Right. Hey! Hey! Hey! Let's go.

Why do I get the feeling

I'm headed into a sudden death overtime?

I'd feel likewise if I was gonna be locked away

from something like your wife.

Something like what?

Hey, no offense, Jess.

I just meant that I see her picture in your locker

and she's a very beautiful lady.

Yeah, ain't she, though?

Hi.

I left the jury panting

for the prosecution's closing argument, Lacey.

And I ducked network cameras waiting for me

outside the courtroom to get here.

And you leave me to cool my heels.

What is it with you, anyway?

I thought I gave you a couple of days off

to get your act together.

Look, when Jess was working the pipeline,

I... I needed a job and you gave me one.

I was lonely and you were interesting to be with.

But it just got out of hand, Eric.

You've got a lot of growing up to do, Lacey.

You and that ex-jock husband of yours

have been on a downhill run since he legged it

for the winning score in the Rose bowl

and you shook your pom-poms on national t.V.

Look, if Jess hadn't busted his knee...

Oh, pro ball, right?

A crutch, Lacey. The past.

Same as if I whined about losing the election

to end up deputy D.A. instead of head honcho.

Nobody's whining.

And you'll run again and win. Jess can't.

Jess, who's been in insurance, peddled used cars,

worked construction in the pipeline.

Always chasing the pot at the end of the rainbow.

And mostly live off what you brought home.

He had some problems to work out.

And now he's gonna be a cop.

And you think because he's finally off the road,

your sweet scented sheets are gonna be burning up.

He's going to be living at the barracks for a while,

but that will change.

What will change is your tab at the drugstore

after you spend a few weeks watching the sun come up,

wondering where he is and whether some acid freak

got a midnight itch and blew him away.

You'll zonk yourself out just to get through the night.

And when that happens,

when you start navigating through the day like a zombie,

don't expect me to carry you.

We're in debt, Eric. I need my job.

I hear there's a new girl in the steno pool, Lacey.

Takes dynamite dictation they say.

Types like she's possessed.

Just graduated from city college.

And I'm told she knows what team spirit is.

She was a cheerleader.

Hop over this fence. Watch yourself.

Suspect's right there. Right there.

Land squared. Keep down. Keep down.

It's good to be ready. Keep those arms in.

Go! Go! Go! Go!

Up next.

Keep down. That's good. On your way.

Come on. Up and over. Up and over. Suspect's right there.

Never, never, never turn your back on the suspect.

Down low. Get those arms in.

In. In. In. In, close to your body.

Now, he's right there. Go get him.

All right. Move it! Move it!

Let's see you go!

Get the lead out!

Let's see you move those legs! Come on! Come on!

Move! Move! Move! Move! Move! Pay the price!

Better to bleed here than on the streets!

Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

Whit, what are you doin'?

Just shut that kid up.

You know if you get caught with that gun,

your parole is just gonna be...

I said to shut up!

You promised. You gave me your word

that you'd go out and look for work.

Where? At the car wash

out pumping gas for plantation wages?

Nothin' wrong with that

if you ain't afraid to get your hands dirty.

Don't you smart mouth me!

Now, I don't like smart mouths!

Gee, looks like the honeymoon's over.

Whit, I don't... I don't want you running around with him.

You're gonna end up right back in attic a

with numbers right across your chest.

Yeah, well, I'm tired of going through life

with somebody's foot on my neck!

Now, me and Travis are going out and make a move.

Let's go.

All right. Let's go. Get the lead out.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

That's the way it goes. Let's go.

Let's go!

No pain, no gain. Let's go, people.

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Romano's the name, love.

Romano, huh?

You can call me Vince.

How about if I call you a cab?

Hmm, I love a lady with a sense of humor.

Buzz off, Romano.

Oh, she's crazy about you, Romano.

Yeah, I know.

This isn't a high school social, sandbaggers.

5 more laps. Hit it!

Yes, sir.

No pain, no gain.

When you pull your weapons, it's not the movies.

You're not pulling it to wing someone.

When you pull it, you're shooting to kill.