All language subtitles for Hill.Street.Blues.S01E06.Film.At.Eleven.en.hi

[Chattering]

Item nine concerns
our previously described male Caucasian...

biting various and sundry
ladies of the night-

- [Man] Sounds like Belker.
- On Delaware Avenue in broad daylight...

in the general vicinity
of the neck.

[Chattering, Laughing]

Item 10.

Item 10.
Your attention, please.

We had a theft last night,
in the Artiodactyla section of the zoo...

of a Peruvian llama.

Said Peruvian llama,
which answers to the name Cookie...

is approximately five-feet tall...

has curly blonde hair...

- terminating in a thick, fluffy tail.
- [Man] Got a phone number?

[Harris]
Sounds like Bates to me.

The last item is a directive
from Divisional Commander Swanson-

- [Man] Yes, sir.
- Concerning the unusually high mortality rates...

of vending machines
in this facility.

The most recent being the, uh...

Busy Baker Pastry machine
sometime last night.

Anyone with information
regarding the assailant...

should report to me directly,
subsequent to this roll call.

All right, let's roll.
And all of you, let's be careful out there.

[Chattering]

Now, I wanna speak to you seriously
about hemorrhoidal discomfort.

Excuse me. I'm Anthony.
Thank you.

Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

?? [Indistinct Singing]

[Woman]
Dispatch, we have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

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

[Washington] You didn't have to
take her to a three-starjoint.

Yeah, I know. You'd have figured
a girl that size would order...

- a six-pound lobster at nine bucks a pop?
- Yeah.

- [LaRue Sighs]
- Hey, what we got there?

No idea.

Uh-oh, getting the negative
from Roger.

Looks like the dope deal
is off for today, babe.

No big thing.
We've only been here two hours.

Man, man, you talk about
measuring your life out in a teaspoon.

The creep my sister married probably
already grossed five G's this morning.

- Hey, what say we go do our duty,J.D.?
- Hmm?

Mm-mmm. We don't do
purse-snatchers, man.

We're big-time.
Nothing but game fish.

Oh, yeah? Well, name a couple
for me, man. I'm curious.

- Marlin, tuna, albacore, junkies-
- [Scoffs]

What's the matter, man,
something eatir you?

Yeah, man, you,
your brother-in-law, your sister...

your basic negative cash flow,
et cetera.

I'm tired of hearing about it, man.
Just go bring the car around, okay?

Wait a minute.

Hey, wait a minute.

[Horn Honks]

Hey, little sister, you know
you dropped your purse back there?

- I ain't your sister, sucka.
- Uh-oh. Go on, man. You try.
Ask her what's in the bag.

Right. Would you mind telling us
what you have in the bag?

- Oh, your ugly mama.
- There. You satisfied?

Uh-uh. Okay, sugar, let's be a good little girl.
Show me what you got in the bag.

- See for yourself, pig!
- I got her, Neal.

I'll take her.
Stop, police officer. Halt!

Mmm-mmm.

What we got here? Oh.

That's very flattering,
Miss Chase...

but I think you'd do better
concentrating on my men.

They do the real work
around here.

That's not the way
I hear it, Captain.

Oh, not at all.
On the contrary, what I-

Whatever it is you're hearing,
I'm the administrator up here.

If you base your report on me,
you're gonna end up with a 10-hour film...

of a guy shuffling papers
and phone calls...

with four trips to the coffeepot
and two to the john.

I'm afraid that wouldn't do
too much for your ratings.

I've already got ratings, Captain.

Look, I'm not trying to do
a piece of news fluff here.

I want a mini-documentary.

An objective, journalistic analysis
of what the station house is all about.

You wanna do all that
in one day?

- No. In as many days as it would take.
- Well, good luck.

I've been here over two years,
and I still haven't figured this place out.

I share that observation, Francis.

- Line four, Detective Washington.
- Thanks, Phil.

Uh, Sergeant Esterhaus will be
very happy to show you around.

If you'll excuse me.

- Cynthia Chase.
- Oh, how do you do, young lady?

- Yeah, Neal.
- Got a.357 Magnum.

Picked it up off a petty thief
on 124th Street.

Yeah. She's a she
by the name of Billie Riles.

Okay, run it by Ballistics
on the way in.

And be sure to remind them this might be
the gun from the Hill-Renko shooting.

They're liable to think
we've closed the books...

- and I want that gun tested today.
- Yeah, okay, Captain.

Good.

[Pen Scratching]

I'm truly sorry, Wilma.
I really am.

Oh, take it easy, Wilma. Come on now.
County's gonna give you a tetanus shot.

Like hell they will.
Aside from messing up my complexion...

I can't take the pain.

What I need is
one of those wooden stakes.

Come off it, Wilma.
There ain't no such thing as vampires.

Oh, there are, Officer.
She's right.

Sit down, dirtball.

You can call me Kevin, sir.

Excuse me.

Please, uh, pull yourself
up a chair, Kevin.

[Woman] Could somebody
take this man down to Fingerprinting?

And here to your left,
you'll find our Booking and Holding areas...

where your various basic
criminals are held...

pending their release or transfer
to the Michigan Avenue complex.

And, uh-
Oh, here is our watercooler.

And even more importantly,
our precinct coffeemaker.

Now, I prefer a fine grind,
filter-drip myself.

But this one has a three gallon
per hour capacity...

which makes a terrific place for the officers
to interrelate their daily exploits.

And generally interface,
as it were.

Great news.

[Wilma] Of course,
I only went with him to that hotel room...

'cause I thought he was a serious
professional photographer.

Then, before I knew it, he was laying
those fangs of his upside my neck.

Fangs, upside...

of neck.

Okay. All right, Kevin.
Let's have your full name.

You love her a lot, don't you?
Debbie Kaplan, of course.

Who told you that?

No one, sir.

It's written
all over your ink blotter.

All right. Let's have it, Kevin,
your full name.

- K-E-V-I-N.
- K-E-V-

Kevin.
H-E-R-M-A-N.

Herman.

D-R-A-C-U-L-A.
Dracula.

I am trying to be nice for a change,
and you zing me.

I don't react well
to being zinged.

Not when I'm trying
to turn over a new leaf.

No, really, Officer,
my name is Dracula.

See?

I had it changed
on my 18th birthday.

Do you see that?

If you're a vampire, how come
you got a reflection in the mirror?

I don't see anything.

[Wilma] Police don't believe
no one unless they white.

No matter nothir if they're freaks
and junkies and neck-sucking vampires...

long as they white
neck-sucking vampires.

Judas Priest, man, show a little life.
You are a drugged-crazed psycho.

And what's left of your mind has been warped
with P.C.P., and you wanna rip my lungs out.

- [Yells]
- That's it. That's it.

- [Onlookers Yelling]
- Come on. Come again. Come again. Come on.

That's it. Whoa.! You-

Gotcha, you sorry-lookir vermin.

As you can see,
this is quite simple to operate.

It does give you fairly good control
over your suspect...

whether you want him
in your vehicle.

Or if you wanna move him
out of your vehicle.

Or if you merely want him
down on his knees.

And then once you have him
in Holding...

you simply press
this side lever here...

- and that disengages the collar.
- [Man] Fancy.

- [Woman] Uh-oh.
- Get it.

[Man]
Simply, huh?

Seems to be stuck.

There's always a bug or two
with new technology.

Well, uh, this can't wait.

Uh, Officer, would you take
your seat, please...

while we move on
to the Taser gun.

This is Taser model TF-76.

- Hey, Harris, get this thing
off my neck. Come on. Come on.
- [Hunter Continues]

- She wants me.
- Come on. I look like an idiot.
Get this thing off my neck.

- Come on.
- What happened to you?

Young lady, you oughta be in school
somewhere. If I was your daddy-

Well, what's this?

- Did you get some really good stuff?
- I got some good stuff.

[Laughs]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, forget it, lover.

She's a professional browbeater
with the 11:00 news, you know?

- Always did wanna get into the news.
- Oh, man.

Washington.

Don't make a fool of yourself, son.

You're not ready yet.

[Chuckles]

Okay.

Kevin, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to
lock you up till your bail comes through.

Please, Officer...

I don't think I can do
very well in a jail cell.

No, come on,
it ain't so bad.

No.

No, please, don't put me
in a jail cell. Please. Okay?

It's standard procedure, Kevin.
This is no big deal.

No, please don't.
Don't put me, please.

Bates, Bates, tell Kevin here
that going into a cell...

is your standard
vampire procedure.

- You tell him.
- It's standard procedure, all right? It's-

We're talking your basic
standard way of doing things.

- That's all.
- No! No!

- Kevin, come on. Come on.
- No!

- Get down from there now.
- [Yells]

- Kevin.!
- [Yells, Hisses]

Take it easy.
Just calm down.

It's gonna be all right.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Take it easy, pal.
Please, I just want you to calm down.

You'd better get him down
to Psychiatric.

- [Clattering]
- [Gasping]

Harris, don't hurt him.
Harris.!

- No!
- Kevin.

You better get down
from there right now...

before I have to
use force on you.

- Kevin.
- [Hissing]

All right, you asked for it.

- [Yells]
- [Kevin Whimpers]

- You gonna behave?
- [Whimpering]

All right.
I want you to give me your hand.

Just nice and easy.
Just give me your hand.

That's right.
That's it. That's right.

Okay, now we're gonna come off that desk.
Come on, nice and slow.

Nice and slow.
Easy does it.

Everything's gonna be okay.
Just come on down off the desk.

Okay.

Please, please, just don't send me
to Psychiatric.

All right. Okay.

- [Phone Ringing]
- Okay.

Okay. All right.
Come on.

[Calletano]
Frank, it's Ballistics on comm five.

[Mumbling]

That is a sad commentary
on our society, gentlemen.

A dangerous misfit deriving
his identity from a media myth.

You took the words right out
of my mouth, Lieutenant.

Very insightful, sir. Very.

- Excuse me, would you?
- Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Appreciate it, Sam.
Yeah, take care.

Frank, where would you like
to situate Belker's suspect?

I don't think he would mix
with our other guests.

If Maintenance is through converting that cell
in the basement, we can hold him there.

- Tell him it's the Vampire Lounge.
- That's a good idea, Francis.

Why not have Hill and Renko take Miss Chase
out on their rounds with them today?

And I want LaRue and Washington
in here immediately.

I take it it's the gun
that shot Hill and Renko.

Yeah, we got the gun.

I thought you didn't like
handling landlord beefs.

No, this is a media event,
my friend.

And in the interest
of departmental image...

I feel I televise a little better
than you do.

You know the public taste.

Yeah, I sure do.

Okay, cowboy, it's your show.

- [Chickens Clucking]
- [Coughs]

All right, Bernard, uh,
is this good for you right here?

The compositiors not so hot.
Could you step to your left?

- Okay, back here?
- That's good.

- Fine. Okay.
- Go for it.

Here we go now.

- [Jamaican Accent] What do you want, mon?
- Good afternoon, ma'am.

My name is Officer Renko
and this is Officer Hill.

We are from the Hill Street Station.

And we are here to answer to a complaint
that you are harboring live animals.

Go away, mon.
I got no animals here.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but we are here
on a complaint that your landlord lodged...

that last night you took delivery
of three chickens and a goat.

I told you I got
no animals up here.

Ma'am, look, I'm sorry,
but I distinctly hear the sound...

of chickens clucking
from inside your premises.

You heard nothing. Go on now.
Leave me be, you Rasta-faced fool.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

What does Rasta-faced-

She took my, uh- my nightstick.

Ma'am, could you open
the door, please...

and return the police property that
you have illegally "embartered" in there?

[Chickens Clucking]

Ma'am, I have to inform you
that if you don't open up this door...

I'm gonna have to use physical force
to get inside there!

Wait, don't bust it in yet.
I gotta reload.

You do that, and I'll put that camera
down your throat, boy.

- Yes, sir.
- [Sighs]

Bobby, would you-
would you help me get in here, please?

Oh, but, cowboy,
you televise so much better.

I don't know. I don't know.
I don't know. I don't know.

You dropped this driver's license
and welfare check...

with this purse you dumped.

- Who is this Rita Perez? Who?
- I don't know.

Is that the person
you got the gun from?

You rip off her apartment, Billie?

Maybe your old man ripped her off.

- You want us to bust your old man, Billie?
- Look, I don't know.

Keep it up, kid.

We got all day.

- What's his story?
- Well, he claims...

that a group
of rather large gentlemen...

jumped out of a black van on Hertel
and stole all his clothes.

Black van? I thought that problem
was limited to the East Side.

Well, we are a transient
society, Francis.

Listen, have someone
pick up this Rita Perez.

Seems to me that.357
tracks in her direction.

Hmm, I'll put Belker
on it forthwith.

And, Phil, let's not advertise this
any more than we have to.

I don't see any point in involving
Hill and Renko just yet.

Mm-hmm.

Belker.

I just asked you to bring in Mrs. Perez,
not the whole household.

I know. I flashed my badge at the door.
The dirtball takes a swipe at me.

I'm gonna find out
where you live, Mr. Polic�a.

- And when I do-
- Of course, he had a lot to hide, Sarge.

Looked like he had
half a department store in his pad.

Mrs. Perez, would you mind terribly leaving
your little one with Officer Belker here...

while we ask you
a few questions?

Oh, he's very good with children.

- You take my baby? I want a receipt.
- You got it.

One baby.

There you go.

- Hey, wait a minute. Sarge.
- Hey, his name is Joey.

[Chuckles]
This way, folks.

Oh. This way.

[High-pitched Voice]
Joey. Joey.

[Screams]

- Joey.
- [Screaming]

- [Yelling In Spanish]
- Hey! Hey!

�'C�llate.!
�'C�llate.!

Well, seems you two ladies
have met.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I never saw her before
in my life.

- [Yelling In Spanish]
- All right, knock it off.

Ray, put the two ladies in the same cell
and book them both for attempted murder.

Him too. We'll let
the district attorney handle it.

- Okay. Let's go.
- No, wait.

Hey, look, I bought that stuff off her
this morning on Elmwood.

- Hey, she's lying.
- It was an alley off Elmwood.

[Man]
Oh, I've never seen this broad in my life.

I knocked the chick down and I took it, okay?
The gun, it was in the bag too.

Maybe you two better have a seat.

Be sure to Mirandize them, Ray.

Sit.

How about a little cookie here, huh?
Here's a little cookie.

- [Cawing]
- Here you go, Joey. Go on, take that cookie.

Put the little cookie in your fingers,
then put the little cookie in your mouth.

That's it.
[Laughs]

- Hi.
- He's cute, huh?

- Coochie, coochie, coochie.
- [Laughs]

- Phil, would you get me the D.A., please?
- Oh, of course.

Joey, Joey, we're gonna
call the D.A. Come on.

Here's the telephone.
You take the telephone in your hand.

That's it. You put down the cookie
and you hold the phone.

That's it.
Now we're gonna call the D.A.

[Mumbling Numbers]

- Say hello. Go on, say hello to the D.A.
- Hello.

Be with you in a minute, counselor.
I'm in the middle of something.

I know. It's called
chronic incompetence...

in the continual
misplacement of my clients.

- Kevin Herman Dracula?
- Oh, you mean the vampire.

Alleged vampire, Furillo.
Now, you wanna locate him for me?

He's in a private cell downstairs.
Ray will show you down.

Uh, wait a minute.
Don't go. Please.

Yes, I'm holding.

John, Frank Furillo.

Yeah, we traced the gun to a Rita Perez.
We're holding her and her husband.

Uh, yeah, he's a petty thief.
Three priors.

Listen, John, what I'd like to get from you
is a reject of this guy...

on that charge of receiving stolen property,
in exchange for his cooperation.

No, two reasons.

The description doesn't match,
and he was in CountyJail when it happened.

Sure he'll have representation.

In fact, Public DefenderJoyce Davenport
is sitting in my office this very moment.

Right.

Thank you, John.

Among other things,
District Attorney Simonson allows...

as how he'd abandon his wife
of 19 years...

just for a meaningful weekend
with you.

[Scoffs]
Tell him to take a number.

Look, Furillo, I came here
to see a specific client.

And in case you're not clued in yet
as to the process...

I don't take my assignments
from the district attorney...

nor the Easter bunny
and certainly not from you.

We've got a lead
on the Hill-Renko shooting.

A good one, that might not wait
on the judicial process.

You're on dangerous ground, Furillo.

All I'm saying is
you could save us a lot of time.

How so?

I think I can persuade the D.A. To reject
these charges against you, Mr. Perez...

in exchange for your cooperation.

As your attorney of record...

I feel I'd be remiss if I didn't,
uh, read you the facts of life.

Now, if I were the D.A.,
Mr. Perez...

looking for an easy way,
and I'd say you're it.

A three-time loser
facing grand theft...

illegal possession of a firearm,
obstruction of justice...

and who knows what else if the captain here
decides to search your residence.

So, you've got two choices.
You can let me try for a rejection of charges...

in exchange for your telling the police
where you got the.357...

or you can play macho man
and get the book jammed up your nose.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Yelling In Spanish]

[Yelling]

I'd like to get a piece
of him, Frank.

Okay, come on, you two.
We're through in here. Let's go. Come on.

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

- Wait a minute, Captain.
- [Yelling In Spanish]

- Chico, no.
- Miss Davenport?

Great system up here.

- You give me back my bird, mon!
- Right through there.

You tell that Rasta fool
to fetch me back my bird.

No white-faced Johnny-too-good...

- is gonna bust down my door and take my animals!
- Okay. All right.

- I got the power, fat boy.
- The evil eye.

- And there's gonna be pins
in your doll come sundown.
- Get him outta here, Renko.

Y'all wanna put this
in the evidence bin, Leo?

One Rhode Island Red deceased.
How you doing, Freddie?

It's a shame.
A good-looking chicken.

- Voodoo, huh?
- Yeah, it's terrible.

That had that hot llama stuck up
on the altar when I busted in there.

No. They were executing
Cookie?

No, I got a stay of execution from the S.P.C.A.
Took it back to the zoo.

- It was terrible.
- [Coughing]

That don't sound too good. Do you want
a bowl of soup or something, Freddie?

- [Coughing Continues]
- Uh, roll call's empty. You can sleep down there.

[Coughs]

He claims he got it in trade
for a television set...

from someone
calling himself George...

who used to do odd jobs for Debois Liquors
over on Richmond Avenue.

George supposedly
bought it off the owner.

Excuse me, Ray.
Hill and Renko just checked in.

Maybe you oughta
take them aside.

This George character,
does he have a last name?

Perez says he's a rail gypsy,
but he hasn't seen him since.

Send LaRue and Washington down to
Debois Liquors. Have 'em put it to the owner.

What about Perez and the ladies?

Seems to me they've been dealt
a rejection of charges by the D.A.

Isn't that true, Captain?

As soon as you've got their statements,
you can let them go, Ray.

All right.

Francis, uh, what about
Hill and Renko?

Let's see what LaRue and Washington
come up with first.

I'd hate stirring them up
for nothing.

Esterhaus wouldn't give me a clue.

The word is they found
a.357 this morning...

and they connect it
with a Puerto Rican terrorist group.

Uh, excuse me, excuse me.
Make way for the varsity, fellas.

Oh, look who we have here.

Gentlemen, have you met
my new prot�g�?

I'm teaching him to live
life in the fast lane.

Yeah, did you tell them how I had
to get your nightstick back for you...

you Rasta-faced fool?

- You know what that means, Rasta-faced fool?
- No.

I don't either.
Anyway, 8:00 tonight, my place.

Fresh deck of cards
and all the money you can lose.

- How about it, Harris, huh?
- We got a report to file.

- Yeah, we gotta go.
- I thought you were gonna play.

Sorry.

Did I say something wrong?

I don't know. Hmm.

Let me tell you, lady. Never in my career
have I seen machines this brutalized.

Inumanly brutalized.
Hey, don't I know you?

Wait.
You're on television.

- You're- Don't tell me. Uh-
- Cynthia Chase.

- No, not her.
- No, but I am her.

- Really?
- Well, yes.

- I watch you all the time.
- Oh, thank you. I'm glad.

Cynthia Chase.

- Uh, sir, you-
- Having trouble?

Well, this machine doesn't
want to cough up my yogurt.

Hmm. Allow me.

- [Kicks]
- [Machine Beeping]

You just have to know
how to touch.

[Clattering]

Thanks. I-

I trust you're having
a profitable visit.

I'd say it falls somewhere
between a five and a one.

Mm, don't say?
I'm sorry to hear that.

It's not that I didn't expect a certain amount
of runaround, you understand.

It's just that
I was hoping that-

Look, I understand
that it must be very scary out there.

And I know it must be hard for you guys
to talk about it, especially to outsiders.

- But I was-
- You must be hanging out with the scared crowd.

I'm in the middle of an investigation
right now that would melt your film.

Tape.

Yeah. You know what I mean.

I somehow thought
that the investigators investigated.

Yeah, well, they've been known
to help out.

Let's go, man. Esterhaus wants us
to take the guy home.

Poor guy, his wife's
gonna have him neutered.

It's called the black van.

Three or four prostitutes will cruise an area,
turning tricks inside.

If they think that a john
has got a lot of money on him...

or if he's getting out of line...

they'll rip him off
and they'll toss him out the back.

- And that's what happened to him?
- Not according to him.

According to him, it was nine eight-foot
black dudes carrying spears.

Hey, listen, I'll, uh,
catch you later, okay?

I'm in love. I'm in love.

- Can you hang a date on what day that was?
- Look, I don't know.

Come on. It was at least six months ago.
Please, have a heart.

Have a heart, you guys.
Let me explain to you something.

That was an unregistered firearm.
That's a thousand bucks to the judge.

George said you gave it to him,
and George is an ex-con.

- Oh, no.
- It's very serious, Mr. DiCarlo.

No, no, no, no, he took it from me.
I didn't give it to him.

Now, I swear, that's the truth.

Okay, okay, uh, just let me think, huh?
Gimme a second.

Wait a minute.
I, uh- I found the thing...

after I reorganized the shelves.

That was, uh, back late March,
early April. Around Easter.

Well, what's the big deal anyway?

So I kept the gun.
I'm sorry.

Two police officers were shot down with that gun
less than half a block from here.

We've had every cop in this precinct looking
for that weapon for six months.

135 cops obstructed
by you, Mr. DiCarlo.

Are you putting
the blame on me, huh?

Are you putting the bl- Oh, come on now.
You get your own act together.

I've been ripped off here
about eight times.

The only time I see your boys is when
they want a case wholesale or something.

So, stop laying the crap on me.

Look, how was I supposed to know that
that had anything to do with this, huh?

Look, I don't wanna put
anybody on the dime, you know?

Especially me.

But well, uh...

it may be out of left field,
but I had an inkling.

You see, there's this guy
keeps coming in here.

- He's a nice kid, ex-junkie.
- Kid got a name?

Yeah, Eddie Hoban.
I cash his welfare for him.

Anyway, two days,
a week after I find the thing...

his girlfriend comes in here.

She disappears back there.

She's on her hands and knees,
searching around the freezer.

I say to her,
"What you looking for?"

- She gets up. She runs off.
- Lady have a name?

Yeah, Sherry Marie.

You got an address
on this Eddie Hoban?

Yeah, you go down to the corner to Pelham.
You turn right. It's about three buildings up.

[Dog Barking]

[Phone Ringing]

[Rings]

Eddie, telephone!
Telephone for Eddie.

- Be cool, Eddie. Turn around. Hands up.
- Who are you?

- Hey, what is this?
- Turn around, man.

- What are you doing?
- I didn't do anything, man.

- What are you doing?
- [Man] Hey, what's going on?

- [Woman] My kids are sleeping. Shut up.
- I never!

- Okay, come on up, babe. It's cool. We got him.
- What has this boy done?

I ain't done nothir.

Hmm. You still here, counselor?

I have spent
the better part of an hour...

trying to coax my client
out of his Vampire Lounge...

as someone here
has chosen to call it.

While I hunger
for your body, counselor...

I find I'm stuck with tuna fish
on whole wheat.

He loves it down there.

He's watching television.
Someone gave him a television set.

- All part of the new image.
- [Scoffs]

He's an outpatient, Furillo.

Outpatients must either be
released to custody...

or bound over
to Mental Evaluation.

- That's the law.
- Hey, seriously.

I thought you two
were out of here hours ago.

Ray, would you help the counselor
pry her client loose...

from the Vampire Lounge?

Frank. Phil?

Would you help Miss Davenport
with her client, please?

Appreciate it, pizza man.

I've not only had clients
unlawfully detained...

at present, I have a client who has vanished
into a bureaucratic black hole.

Physically lost
somewhere in the system.

Your pervert, as I recall it,
Miss Davenport.

- Alleged pervert, Sergeant.
- I stand corrected, counselor.

[Esterhaus Sighs]

Visitors, Mr. Dracula.

I think we'd better
call the captain. Please.

Please.

I told Maintenance
to check walls and ceilings for leaks.

I told them to cover all pipes
with real lath and plaster.

Look at it.
We couldn't have made it easier for him.

And we never thought to check.

Your warning's on record, Francis.
Small thanks for that.

Wouldrt want it
off the record, would we?

Take it easy.

He was fine.
When I left him, he was fine.

[Furillo]
We know that.

Want someone to drive you home?

LaRue and Washington just came in.

What's odd is we were probably
more obliging to this one than we are to most.

In fact, we probably overdid it,
because nobody took him too seriously.

Not me.
Not you either, counselor.

And nobody bothered
to check on him.

Sorry for the speech.

You okay?

Y-Yeah.

Excuse me.

I swear I've never even
seen that gun before.

I mean, I don't even know
how to use one of these things.

That's the truth, man.
I swear to God.

Tell me about last March, Eddie.
Where were you?

Last March?

- Here. I was here.
- Do better than that.

Start on the first of March.

Are you kidding me?
I can't remember that. I mean, that's six...

- seven, six months ago.
- Maybe Sherry Marie'd help you remember it.

She was living
with you then, right?

- Yeah.
- You got her phone number, babe?

No. I mean, we split up.

[Clears Throat]

You know how that goes.

[Clears Throat]

Hey, uh, you suppose I could get a drink
of water or something like that?

Oh, sure thing.
You want something to eat?

No, thanks.
That's okay.

Put Sherry Marie's name
down on the pad for me, will you, babe?

- First and last.
- Sure.

That half a bag's
not even mine, man.

I mean, I was just
holding that for a guy.

We're not worried
about your dope, Eddie.

Appreciate that, Eddie.

We just wanted to know
where you were last March.

Why don't we start
with Sundays?

What do you do on Sundays
in March?

[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

- So, how about some cream and coffee?
- Sugar.

- What you say, lover?
- Say okay, Bobby.

What's going on
in that interrogation room?

- You catch a big fish?
- Mm-mmm, little fish.

I'm making him swim in this.

No doubt a purveyor of dangerous
narcotic substances, right?

- No doubt whatsoever.
- No doubt whatsoever.

Well, well, here comes
your better half.

What's going on, babe?
What's the problem?

Well, the problem
at this particular time is recruitment.

See, we had a game scheduled
for tonight with eight people...

and now it's just me and Bobby,
and we'd like to know what the deal is.

Better reschedule it.
Maybe tonight's a bad night.

- No, no.
- What we're saying, man...

is that we've been getting
the back of people's heads all day...

and getting one-word answers.

And everyone in this room
keeps staring at that door.

What's-
What's going on, man?

I mean, if something's going on
in there that concerns me and-

- Excuse me, gents.
- Sure, Henry.

Henry, just a minute.

[Man]
Hill Street Station. Can you hold please?

Take a seat in Viewing, you two.
I'll be with you in a minute.

Go on in, Henry.

Take a seat in Viewing.

Let's find the girlfriend.

You know, I don't like this
one damn bit.

I think we're getting
set up or something.

Did you see him in there?
I mean, it's-

- All right, so what? I mean, why you worried?
- I don't know.

Just street trash like that can work you up
one side of the street and down the other.

And you know exactly
what I'm talking about.

[Door Opens]

Okay. I've kept you in the clear
on this as long as I could...

but that doesn't seem
to be working anymore.

Detective Goldblume
is going to bring in some suspects.

I want you to tell me
if you recognize anyone.

Okay, Henry.

What's this relate to, Captain?

Have them turn around, Henry.
All the way.

Oh, God, that's him.

This guy right here on the right.
This guy right here.

- Okay, sit down, Renko.
- Don't tell me to sit down.
That's the guy that shot me!

That's all, Henry. Sit down!

I could pick a guy like that
out of a 200-mile lineup.

What about you, Bobby?

Bobby?

[Sighs]

Yeah, that's him.

You don't forget about a thing like that
as long as you live. No way.

[Mumbling]
Damn! You got him.

Okay, we'll meet with the prosecutor
in the morning.

Bobby, meantime, I don't want you
to discuss this with anybody.

Bobby.

I think we can make this kid circumstantially.
I think we can do that.

Okay, that's all.

[Door Opens]

Okay.
[Sniffles]

Francis, I just finished
the go-around with Psychiatric.

They confirmed the suspect and the drug
rehabilitation program with a Dr. Shimmert.

Get this.
On the afternoon of the shooting...

he signed in at 1:10 p. M...

signed out at 4:55 p. M...

attending his regular
50-minute session.

Psychiatric's less than 10 blocks
from the scene of the shooting.

It's conceivable he signed in,
got restless and went out for some action.

A lot can happen in two hours.

Wait a minute.

Henry, would you
come out here a second?

Hill Street Station.
Officer Bosco speaking.

Henry, what's the setup at County Psychiatric,
between the time a patient signs in...

and the time he sees his doctor,
how free is it up there?

Can he walk out
without signing out?

It's possible.
It's a busy place.

Look, Frank,
for what it's won'th...

I knew that kid in there before
when he was shooting up three times a day.

When he says he's never
picked up a gun, I believe him.

Renko I.D.'d him, Henry.

I don't believe it, Frank.
I'm sorry.

[Woman]
Hill Street Station.

You're being charged with
the attempted homicide of two officers...

during the commission of a felony.

You're also charged with possession
ofheroin at the time of arrest.

We're now going to transfer you
to the Michigan Avenue complex.

I swear to God, man,
I didn't shoot anybody!

It's gonna be okay, son.

[Police Radio Chattering]

[Man]
Get something warm.

- You wanna get some soup?
- Careful, the floor's slippery over there.

[Man Coughs]
I think I'm getting a cold.

[Knocks]

- [Sighs]
- You're soaking wet.

I drove to the shore and back.

With the top down?

[Sniffles]
It stuck.

[Chuckles, Sniffles]
I couldn't get it up.

I just want you to know
I don't blame you for what happened today.

Don't blame yourself either.

I just feel so awful.

Excuse me, Captain.
Arrest reports. Wanna sign 'em?

- Morning okay?
- Sure.

You want me to go home with you?

Are you gonna cry?

Yes, you are.

[Mews]