All language subtitles for Hill.Street.Blues.S02E10.The.Spy.Who.Came.In.From.Delgado

[Esterhaus]
Item 11, Operation Fido.

[All Barking]

Very funny. Very funny.

But Operation Fido is no
laughing matter.

Early this morning a wino was found
chewed to death in an alleyway.

In recent weeks our wild dog population
has been responsible for dozens...

of house pets murdered
and one confirmed child death.

As many as 40 of these highly
territorial animals...

may be found holed up in the abandoned
tenements at the south end ofJefferson.

The S.P.C.A. Has urgently
requested our assistance.

Therefore, check the duty board.

Lieutenant Hunter will
be conducting a briefing...

- Gimme some of that? Yeah?
- In Roll Call at 8:30 a.m.

Bates, Coffey, Ballantine, Webster,
Gornick, Selwyn, Washington, LaRue.

- What?
- LaRue, I always knew you'd be with dogs.

Yeah? Your sister
back in town?

Item 12. We'll have two new
clerical personnel on line today.

A Ms. Emily Williams
and Mr. Regis Pastorini.

Let's give these new civilian transfers
every opportunity...

to begin their work experience
on the Hill...

productively and happily,
shall we?

- [All Chattering, Laughing]
- I.e., to the ad hoc welcoming committee-

let's try and control ourselves
with regard to...

whoopee cushions, buzzers,
rubber pencils...

squirting boutonnieres,
exploding cigars...

et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera.

Last Item:

Once again I am obligated
to express concern vis-�-vis...

a certain flair for practical joking
endemic to this department.

To the anonymous wit who placed
the following classified ads...

in the personal section of this week's
Adult Free Press...

"Please spank me,
I love to be spanked. Shari."

[All Laughing, Hooting]

555-8161.

And, "Mature dominant lady...

"attractive blonde in black negligee,
garter belt, hose and heels.

Call Mistress Lucy."

- [All Laughing, Hooting]
- 555-8161.

- Guys, let me remind you...
- I didn't know that.

Our phones are busy trying to handle
citizens'complaints of crime.

Really, their sexual problems
should be directed elsewhere.

Ladies, nos excuses sinceres.
All right, let's roll.

And, hey! Hey!

Let's be careful out there.

Oh, Mistress Lucy,
your whip is so stingy and cruel...

but how can I live
without it?

She hit me, man.
No, man, she really hit me.

Oh, come on, man.
We gotta hustle us up on some-

[Woman On Radio]
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See surplus store, corner
People's Drive, 124th Street.

Advertise your product or brand here
contact www.OpenSubtitles.org today

Some day. First they put me
on the poo-poo squad.

Now it turns out
I'm your basic submissive type.

Uh, what the hell
are you guys doing?

- We got an undercover assignment,J.D.
- You?

You think I ought to hide
my piece in my boots,J. D?

Watch where you're stepping
today there, old boy.

Captain,
I was coming to see you.

What is it, am I being
punished or something?

I mean you've got these juveniles, these infants,
out there in plain clothes...

and you got me and Neal
on the hydrant-sniffing tour.

First of all,J.D., I don't have to justify
your assignment to you...

so you can just keep your
tongue in your face.

But the reason is, we're operating a scam
saloon down in South Ferry...

with some of
Jerry Fuchs's people.

You and Neal have already
worked South Ferry.

They know you there,
so you can't do it, okay?

Yes, sir.

J.D., if Frank Serpico calls, tell him I'm
under for a couple of days, all right?

See ya,J. D!

I was in that Sullivan Commission grand jury
room less than five minutes...

when Donald Peck
went for my jugular.

Yeah, we all read the papers,
Frank.

Do we have everything covered?
Chits for expenses, units for personal use?

- We're as clean as a whistle, Frank.
- Henry?

- I think we're fine, Frank.
- Okay, good. Thank you.

- Yes, Phil?
- Well, there is the matter of Art Delgado.

Oh, my God, Delgado.
Get him up here as fast as you can.

- I'll get right on it.
- In uniform.

Right.

Thank you.

Delgado left to go
fishing at Taft Lake.

Ave Maria-

I'm gonna get some coffee.

Is this coffee
for uniforms only...

or are civilian employees
like myself allowed?

- This Coffey's for uniforms and civilians.
- That's cute.

[Hunter] All right, there's just one more item
I'd like to cover here, gentlemen.

We faced one formidable
obstacle...

in that most search dogs...

including all
of the Division's...

are trained for no more
than one specific task.

Hence, no trainer in the area would
lend us his dogs for our...

somewhat unique purpose.

I know a guy who has a Mexican
hairless we can get.

- [Laughing]
- We're talking dogs, Joe, not women.

- [Hooting]
- Funny,J.D., very funny.

Fortunately,
I overcame the dilemma...

through the aid of an
old hunting chum of mine.

It appears that
basset hounds...

besides being among
our foremost canine olfactors...

are extremely underrated
as hunting dogs.

Now, a brace of these
outstanding animals...

are gonna be joining us
at the staging area.

- Any questions?
- Yeah.

- We get a dry cleaning allowance on this one?
- [Laughter]

[Woman]
Excuse me, Sergeant.

Are the first three digits
on the time card Precinct or Divisional?

It's Divisional, Precinct
and Department.

My goodness, that's an alluring
cologne you're wearing.

I'm not wearing any cologne.

Miss Williams, forgive me
if I'm misreading the situation...

but this being your
first day of work...

I feel it would only be fair
of me to warn you.

Warn me? What about?

Well-
[Chuckles]

I don't know what it is,
my wisdom, perhaps...

my elder statesman ways,
my worldly experience...

savoir faire, joie de vivre-

Who knows? The fact is...

with all due modesty,
women have a tendency...

to become...

somewhat precipitously
enamored of me.

It's a paternal something
I exude.

And I just don't want
you being hurt.

Believe me, the troubles,
the aches of every description.

I say this not simply out of moral obligation,
Miss Williams.

It's for the protection
of both of us.

- [Laughs]
- What- Is anything wrong?

My contact lens
is off my eye.

Oh, no. I think it fell
under the desk.

It has a little tint
of blue in it.

[Esterhaus]
Is it hard or soft?

Hard. Definitely.

Wired and ready, Lieutenant.
You just flick the little switch under here...

and your warning
signal's gonna start to flash.

Uh, Belker, old sport,
you forgot to shave this morning.

No, I didn't. I never shave in the morning.
Sometimes I'll shave at night.

But, Belker, you're supposed
to look like a bartender...

and unlike detectives on the Hill,
bartenders shave before they go to work.

I'll take care of the customers, you take care
of the video. Okay, dogbreath?

Yeah. Sure.
Sure, Belker.

Now, what does he know
about shaving?

All he did is go to
school for 20 years...

Iook at his French teacher's anatomy,
and now he's a lieutenant.

Just my luck. I finally get a chance to get
a little ahead in the ball game...

and my gun gets robbed.

It could set me back, Bobby,
if somebody, like...

assassinated the mayor
with it or something.

You should've reported it
in the first place.

Don't give me that
"in the first place."

If you hadn't decided to get domestic
with that Denise...

we could've snuck off with the Malanchuk
sisters after the wedding...

I wouldn't have had to
go to that poker game...

and none of this would've happened-
In the first place.

You do have a way of looking
at things, don't ya, son?

[Knocking]

- Customer.
- We're not open yet!

Name's Gerson from
the Department of Buildings. Electrical.

- Are you in charge?
- Yup.

Oh, boy, you really got some
problems here.

For openers, those junction boxes
in the ceiling have all gotta have covers.

And you're way overloaded
on that 15 amp circuit over there.

And look at that fan.

Now you ought to know you can't
have wires exposed like that.

- It needs armored cable.
- Would you like to have a seat?

Yeah, I figure you're looking at
about $3,000-worth of repairs...

bring it up to code, so I could let you
open the front doors.

Of course, I know a guy who can fix it
for you for a hundred bucks.

- You do? Who's that?
- Me.

Wait a minute, for a hundred
bucks you could do that?

What exactly
are you telling me?

I could pass the inspection
if I give you a hundred dollars?

What's the matter, buddy,
you got a hearing problem?

It's a hundred bucks this month.
Fifty the next.

I only paid 35 up in the Heights.

Inflation hits us all.

No, no, that ain't inflation.
That's robbery.

You don't like it?

All right. All right.

There's your hundred bucks.

Next month put it
in an envelope.

Ah, look at this place.

This place is gonna clear, easy,
10 grand a week.

And you begrudge me
a lousy hundred.

Bingo.

- Did you get that, hairball?
- Ready when you are, guys.

Taft Lake?

- What the hell's Delgado doing up there?
- He's fishing, Francis.

- [Indistinct]
- We've sent Willis and Peterson
up in a unit to track him down.

Well, as soon as they do, I want him
in uniform and out in that squad room.

But what if
we cannot find him?

- Don't say "cannot," Ray. Find him.
- All right.

What's the worst
case contingency, Henry?

My brother-in-law just got laid off.
We can put him in Delgado's uniform.

We screen all sadists
out at the academy level.

Courtesy of the Reinhold Hunt Club,
gentlemen...

I give you Max
and Tyrone.

Purebred registrants of A.K.C.
And the Field Dog Stud Book...

and recipients each, I might add,
of the Schiller Basset Club's...

"Golden Mallard"award
for tracking and show.

And while you're doing
the door-to-door...

me and the guys here will be closing in
from the perimeter.

You mean you're gonna send
a pair of pedigreed lapdogs...

against a pack of wino-eating
junkyard mutts?

Lapdogs? Judas Priest, man!

These animals have been bred for armed
conflict for near eight centuries now.

Look at these teeth!

[Growls]

They are virtual
fighting machines-

Not to mention their obvious
tracking ability.

Okay, people, remember this:

That pack of dogs out there
has tasted human blood.

So let's use our hollow points first
and ask questions later.

Man, I've been kicked in the groin,
beat up, shot and left for dead...

acquired a social
disability directly traceable...

to the ongoing pressures
of police work.

Where do I find myself
at the ripe old age of 34?

Am I in an upwardly
mobile environment?

Am I looking toward
a productive middle age?

Damn, I knew I should've
wore gloves.

Come on, Joe, I know a hickey
when I see one.

Who'd you go out with?
Vampira?

All right. All right, so I had
a busy dance card this week.

- Are we jealous?
- Me? Jealous?

Look, Joe,
I don't care...

if you wanna act like a Mediterranean lounge
lizard on your off hours.

I mean, that doesn't mean anything to me,
but I just think...

that you ought to be aware
of some of the terrible social diseases...

that go along with that
sort of casual activity.

Believe me, Luce, there was
nothing casual about it.

You know, they found some new
Southeast Asian viruses...

they haven't even named yet.

Then I tell ya what I'm gonna do,
sweetheart.

If I catch one of these strange viruses,
I'm gonna name it after you.

Take your time, now, guys.
Just breathe it in, Max.

- That's it. That's it. Nose it up there, Ty.
- [Whimpers, Growls]

Did you know that a Basset's
olfactory capability...

is nearly 200 times that of man's?

[Sniffs Deeply]
Whiff it up there, boys.

Let's find those four-legged
killers.

- Lieutenant-
- Ballantine. Shh.

Can't you see these
guys are testing the waters? [Sniffs]

Webster, please, you're gonna
throw them off the scent.

It wasn't me, sir.

I found some dog-pack droppings
in an alley off Ashland.

Good enterprise,
Ballantine.

Nothing like a bag of jakes for a hound
to get a mental picture of its prey.

I tell you, one whiff
of that and they'll zero in...

on those canine half-breeds
like a couple of heat-seeking missiles.

Come on, boys.

[Whimpering]

Hey! Who told you to do that?

Watch it, will ya? Nobody
told me to do it. They're dirty.

I want you in the bar like you
were told.

And when it's time to play
Mr. Fix-it, I'll let you know.

[Growls]

[Laughing]

- What do you want?
- Nothing. I come in to see the show.

We don't have no show here.

Oh? Well, how come there's a guy
in a cape and red tights outside...

ready to jump through
your window?

[Laughing]

Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Mick, are you okay?
- What are you doing?

I'm coming to the rescue.
I spotted the signal.

Danger, Mick's in trouble.

[Laughing]

- Where are the bad guys?
- They're in your head, playing canasta.

You know, Mick, if that danger signal
was meant as a prank...

I'm not laughing-
That is irresponsible.

You're following me, aren't you?

You have been marked
by the Queen of Venus.

She has her "mutoids"
looking for you everywhere.

This has gotta stop,
do you understand that?

I don't wanna see you anymore.
I don't wanna know you. You're a beanbag.

Look at you. You're a banana pie.
Get out of this place.

I want you out of my life.
I want you off this planet.

I want you
to picture something, Mick.

A little boy alone in his room-
no friends, no pets-

his only plaything,
a toy truck without any wheels...

that he picked
out of the trash.

The kids outside ridiculed
him because he was born...

with one leg shorter
than the other.

His father drinks and beats him,
his mother walks the room at night...

screaming that she never
wanted him.

There is a tiny, dark space
behind the bureau...

that he crawls into.

A hiding place
from the endless ache of his life.

While he's there...

he spends the hours pretending
that a beautiful woman...

in a white gown holds
him in her arms...

and tells him
that she loves him.

That's the only way
he can survive, Mick.

Escape- to make-believe.

A kitchen table becomes a castle,
a broken chair a rocket to the moon.

Is it right to take
that away from him?

Is it right to cancel out
the last sanctuary...

that human suffering
can run to?

Captain, I'm sorry.

Oh, no need, Mick.

The boy grew up,
bought into computers...

and now he owns half
of Davenport, Iowa.

I read it
in Reader's Digest.

[Groans]

You will never believe
what I saw just 10 minutes ago.

A five-car pile-up on the
Niagara Street off-ramp.

There were stretchers
all over the place.

- Uh, gee. I gotta go.
- Me too.

- Nice to see you, Fay.
- Hi, Henry.

- Excuse me, Fay.
- Phil.

Adios, Fay.

- How are you, Fay?
- Pretty good, Frank.

- You are?
- I really am.

I think I'm finally
over the hump.

Figuratively speaking,
of course. [Chuckles]

It's good to see you
smile again.

I suppose you have plans
for lunch later on?

Well, I figured as much, so I picked up
a sandwich on my way over.

- You don't mind?
- Mind what?

Do you realize that aside from FrankJr.
On the weekends...

I haven't had lunch with a fellow human
since Hal passed away?

You know, with all the noise
and activity here, Frank...

it's just a much more cheery place
to have lunch, don't you think?

Frank, I'm sure you have a ton
of work to take care of...

so why don't you just, you know,
pick up where you left off.

Stop treating me
like a guest.

- You don't want to talk?
- I brought a book.

[Woman]
I can file those papers now. Thank you.

Go back to work, Frank.
Really, I'm fine.

Just pretend I'm part
of the furnishings.

Unless you'd rather be buried
with Ms. Davenport.

Don't you think it's about time
we considered cemetery plots, Frank?

- [Esterhaus] No! No!
- Phil.

Can you tell me what
a "984-Z" is?

It's a personnel transfer and relocation form,
Ray. Everybody knows that.

Miss Emily Williams
doesn't.

I asked her to process
a couple...

and she thought I was talking
about a sports car.

- So?
- So, don't you find that ironic?

Ironic? No, Ray,
I don't.

A new employee alleging nearly eight years
of police clerical work...

has never even heard of a 984-Z,
and you don't find that ironic?

Well, I find it somewhat surprising.
Unorthodox, perhaps.

But, certainly
not ironic.

Ironic by me includes
"surprising" and "unorthodox."

Ballantine...

there's no "X"
on that door down there.

Ballantine!

[Sighs]
For crying out loud.

- I'll deal with you two later.
- [Both Whimper]

The Golden Mallard Award.

[Inhales, Sighs]

[Dog Growling]

Canines.

- [Clattering]
- [Dogs Barking]

[Growls, Whimpers]

[Screams]

Thank you.

[Davenport]
What's the bad news?

The bad news is you're pitching tomorrow.
[Laughing]

- Frank, this is Douglas Comstock.
- How are you?

So, you're in hot water
with "Tail Gunner" Peck?

The guy holds up his socks with garters.
Can you believe it?

Doug represents three
police officers...

who've been subpoenaed at one time
or another by the Commission.

- No conflict of interest, I trust?
- No, no. No worry.

Frank, I'll tell you straight
off what I tell all my clients- I won't pry.

You tell me only as much
as you feel comfortable telling me.

Of course, the more you reveal,
the more I can do.

Do I sense an implication that you feel
I must have done something?

That's precisely what I'd rather
not get into, Frank.

What's your retainer,
Mr. Comstock?

"Doug," please.

That's something
we don't need to get into.

We'd better. I'm not
into Savile Row suits.

Good thing.
They look lousy in court.

Especially
on precinct captains.

My fee is 7,500 in advance
against 250 an hour.

I've talked this over
with Joyce, in this case...

I am prepared
to halve the advance.

I can pay my way.

- Thank you. A club soda, please.
- Vermouth on the rocks, please.

Now, what we have to do is
give you some lines to say-

ready answers with lots
of polish, no brass.

No pressure, Frank. Do you want to talk
about South Ferry?

- What have you told him about South Ferry?
- We're trying to help you.

It would also be helpful if I knew the game
plan Daniels has fed you against Sullivan.

Mr. Comstock, I have an obligation
to keep police business police business.

Get your head up. Daniels is landing
little guerrilla armies all over town.

The police department isn't being
helped any by this investigation...

and he's determined
to come out like a rose.

Now your problem is,
you're so stuck with being a team player...

you don't know what's happening.

If he shucks you,
you've got to shuck him.

Do you think I'm guilty
of something?

- That's none of my business.
- Do you think I'm part...

of what the Sullivan
Commission is all about?

That I'm using you to help
get me out from under something?

- Frank.
- Cops watch after each other, don't they, Frank?

So you want to put a new coat
of paint on the outhouse.

No, thanks, counselor.
Take a walk.

[Sighs]

Joyce, let me go sit
in the bar for the moment.

You discuss it with Frank,
and if he wants my services-

- What are you trying to prove?
- I just don't think it's in my interest...

to hire an attorney who believes
I'm guilty by the color of my eyes.

Would you please listen to yourself?
You walked into that grand jury...

thinking your natural innocence
would shine like a light.

How naive.

If Doug thinks all police
officers are on the take...

then he's just parroting the
attitude of the community-

The people
in that grand jury room.

So let's forget about looking innocent
and get to work on proving it.

I'm going to tell Doug
you want to retain him.

Hey, speak up a little, would you,
Ballantine? I can hardly hear you.

We're at Avenue D and Jefferson, LaRue.
We haven't seen any sign of him yet.

We'll keep up the door-to-door
down Jefferson to Avenue C.

You check out every one of those
dumps that hasn't been "X'd"yet.

[Ballantine]
You got it. Over and out.

Coffey, Bates, this is Washington.
What's happening out there?

[Coffey] Neal, wejust finished up
the north end of Avenue B...

between Jefferson and Utica,
but no Hunter.

Maybe he went to lunch
or something.

Sure, Joe. Sure. The neighborhood's
just loaded with five-star joints.

- Hey, keep looking, huh, Joe?
- Right.

Hey, how about taking a unit
'round the back of these projects...

- and see what you turn up, okay?
- Right.

- [Sighs]
- Great operation, Neal.

Wind chill factor's down
to a good minus 80...

the canine corps won't
get out of the damn car...

and the ramrod of the whole
gig got himself lost...

for the rest of the afternoon.

I'm telling you, man, we're wasting away
here by the second.

Yeah, I know, babe.
Hawaii.

[Speaking French]

- Hiya, Phil.
- Well, hello, Art.

Good to see you,
you old reprobate.

- You're looking swell.
- The place is the same.

- It sure is. Sure is.
- So? Here I be.

I want you to know that I'm ready
for whatever it is you need me for.

Something big going down?

Well, you know, Art, we always need
a sharp pair of eyes here at the fort.

Phil, I'm gonna need
my pistol back.

Oh, sure.
Plenty of time for that.

The important thing is for you to
re-acclimate yourself around the clubhouse.

Wow!

[Exhales, Coughs]

[Bates On Radio]Joe, did you look
in the lot behind the wall?

[Coffey] Twice. But I'll check it again
and work back toward you.

Coffey! Bates!

Problem situation upstairs!

Bates, get up here
on the double!

Move it!

Officer needs assistance!
Code 211!

Hey, guys, I'm up here!

Help! Help!

So what if she's been
poking around a little?

It's the natural exploratory instinct.
A way of settling in to a new environment.

What about this?

There was a computer in
Washington that lost Idaho.

I don't buy it. That's why I'm calling
a friend of mine in Personnel.

Ray, you're just naturally
suspicious of gorgeous women.

It's a- It's a
Mediterranean mind-set.

Yes, yes, yes. I'm here.

What? Are you sure?

Are you positively sure?

Thanks, Jimmy.
I owe you on this one.

- So?
- We got trouble, Henry.

[Sighs]
Chances of survival are optimum.

The trick is to maintain
a clear faculty.

- [Dog Growling]
- Things have been much worse.

- [Breathing Heavily]
- [Growling, Barking]

[Barking, Snarling]

- [Grunts]
- [Barking]

[Growling]

[Barking]

- [Snarling, Barking]
- [Grunting]

- [Whimpers]
- [Barking]

[Barking, Snarling Stops]

[Sighs]

- Come in.
- You wanted me, Captain?

Who sent you here,
Ms. Williams?

I was assigned out
of the Division pool.

- Is there anything wrong with my work?
- Please, drop the act, Detective.

We know who you are.

If you don't mind my asking,
how did you find out?

Let's just say we have a keen instinct
for deception up here on the Hill.

- It would seem so.
- What does that mean?

It's hard to know just how
far out of policy you are, Captain.

But aside from
the usual stuff-

officers signing each other out early,
use of the postage meter for personal mail...

money appropriated from petty cash
and never reimbursed.

There's the matter of a certain
Officer Delgado...

who has the strangest
schedule I've ever seen.

According to records, he's worked
multiple shifts in the same day...

he's made simultaneous
arrests miles apart.

It's none of my business,
Captain...

but I met your Officer Delgado
a little while ago...

and, quite honestly,
one gets the feeling...

he ought to be doodling
in his coloring book.

Get out of here.

I'd always heard good things about you,
Captain.

I hope they're true.

"Believe me, Frank, I need your help.
Square business, Frank.

You're one of only four men
in the entire department I can trust."

Believe me, Frank, it was
for your own benefit.

You plant a department spy in my squad room
and you call that a benefit?

What did you expect me to do,
take out an ad in the Police Gazette?

It's a jungle out there, Frank.

Who would you rather have
digging through your garbage...

me or that little hatchet man Sullivan?

Right now I'm hard-pressed
to see the difference.

You're taking a very parochial
view of all this, Frank.

At least if any wrongdoing
is exposed in my investigation...

we can handle it internally-

So to speak!

And if you don't mind
my saying so...

I think it's in damn poor taste
to come down and lay this on me...

not two hours after losing half
my rectal history...

to those snip-happy plumbers
downstairs.

As for your backside,
Chief...

I'd say you've done a pretty fair job
of covering it.

A good trick to know,
now that it's every man for himself.

Let's don't get reckless, Frank.

You've been like a kid brother to me.
I'd like to keep it that way.

Time to change
your dressing, Chief.

- Who are these women?
- Student nurses.

Don't be embarrassed, Chief.

To us you'rejust
another... patient.

[Unwrapping Paper]

- How's everything, Howard?
- Oh, just dandy, Frank.

They're keeping me overnight
for observation.

Yeah, I just got a couple
of minor scratches, that's all.

Sounds as if you had
a frightening experience.

Well, tell the truth,
Frank...

I have never
really known fear.

My mind was working
like a computer out there-

sifting options, making
split-second decisions.

Howard...

I'm putting you in for
an "A" and "B" Citation...

and for a Medal of Valor.

Well, I can't tell you how much
that means to me, old sport.

It's a dirty and dangerous
job that we do...

but that sort of...

peer group recognition-

[Sobs]
Makes it all worthwhile.

- I'm sorry.
- [Knocking]

Excuse me, you got
a Howard Hunter in here?

[Sighs]
I'm Lieutenant Hunter.

Sweet Madonna.

Are these for me?

Yeah. And the card comes
with them.

"I sometimes think that never
blows so red the rose...

as where some buried
Caesar bled."

[Laughs]

No one has ever sent
flowers to me before.

- Who's it from?
- The Sullivan Commission.

You've been subpoenaed
to reappear.

Judas H. Priest!

I have worn the brown helmet
in my day...

but this is inexcusable.

How could any right-thinking man
pull this kind of despicable...

gutter-snipe maneuver?

- Get out of here, you unprincipled mange!
- Hey!

Wait a second here.

And I'm a human being too,
you know?

Think people care about my feelings?
No way. People treat me like dirt.

Folks even
set their dogs on me.

- Don't talk to me about dogs, sir!
- Easy, Howard. Take it easy.

You know, nobody appreciates
the artistry involved, the expense.

I got overhead. You think these outfits just
come my way? And what about the flowers?

I had a kid in the hospital for tonsils
last month. Set me back over a grand.

Who do you think
pays for all that?

Sure, it's a rotten job. I'd rather be
Bunky Hunt, but someone's gotta do it.

Captain Furillo?
Phone call out at the desk.

Oh, thank you. Howard.

Frank Furillo?
This one's for you.

Have a nice day.

Out.

Hey, is it asking too much of you
not to spill beer on my date?

- Excuse me.
- Well, wipe it up.

You wipe it up, barfbag.

Andale, Gar�on. Couple of young tunas
down there just dying for a quaff...

of that Sauvignon "Blank."

[Woman]
Excuse me, bartender. Over here.

- There's more people in here than-
- [Man] Bartender!

- You got a hearing problem?
- Hold your water, spitoon-face.

I'll be there in a minute.

You tell 'em, Cary Grant.

- Can I help you, my man?
- Where's the owner?

[Laughs]
You're looking at him-At least, one of them.

My partner's not
here right now.

- What can I do for you?
- Sit down.

Yeah, sure.

- What'll you have?
- Whiskey, straight up.

Jackson! Whiskey straight up.

- Business is looking good.
- We got a great location.

- You also have a serious parking problem.
- What do you mean?

You got a red zone out front.
No place to park.

Well, you know, we're banking on
a lot of foot traffic.

You're not hearing me, boy.

You got a student
population here.

Now how many of'em
do you think...

are holding a couple of joints right now,
maybe a little blow?

What are you saying exactly?

I'm saying a hundred bucks a week'll
make your parking problem go away.

What you're saying is that
for a hundred bucks a week...

my customers won't be harassed?

Consider it
a promotional expense.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

Don't take it so hard, boy.
You got a gold mine here-

If you don't screw it up.

You know what I'm saying?

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Be a good boy,
huh?

I don't want Douglas Comstock
for my attorney.

- If it's the money-
- It's not.

Your decision, Frank.

What would you say if I told you
that Michael Sullivan...

Fletcher Daniels,
Donald Peck...

a fiendish Mata Hari
named Emily Williams...

and Art Delgado...

are all up to their wishbones
in an insanely clever plot...

to sully the shining reputation
of an Italian precinct captain?

Who's Art Delgado?

Burn-out case.

Cop who lost it six months
before his twenty-year pension.

We've been keeping him
on the roster as a paper soldier.

You know, signing him in and out
so he can retire with enough to live on.

- Sullivan know about him?
- He will.

Sounds like a violation.

It is a violation.

- Anything I can do, Frank?
- Mm-hmm.

[Laughs]

Don't leave town
for the next eight hours. Okay?

[Mews]

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