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[Chattering]

All right. Item eight.

Item eight.!

Regarding the flagrant merchandising...

of photographic material...

for interior locker door display.

Under article 6, paragraph 37
of the department manual...

said merchandising
on police premises...

is strictly forbidden.

Particularly those items
involving innocent animals...

and/or household appliances.

[Laughing, Chattering]

You gotta be really hurting.

Need I say more? Finally,
and of a more personal nature...

for those of you
who don't already know...

Ferdinand DeMarco-

- known simply to most of us as Freddie the Wino-
- Freddie.

- Is no longer with us.
- Where'd he go?

He was discovered this morning
when Duty OfficerJarot...

attempted to rouse him
with a hot cup of coffee.

Perhaps some small comfort
can be taken from the fact...

that he expired within the safe haven
of Holding Cell "B."

Now, for those of you wishing to make
a small emolument for some flowers...

before the boys
from County Morgue arrive...

please see Officer Bates
or myself.

All right. That's it.
Let's roll.

And, hey...

let's be careful out there.

[Chattering]

Life is a temporal state, my man.

- Yes, indeed.
- Hey, Andrew.

That's very poetic.
"Temporal." Good word.

Thank you, Sarge.

Hey, the two of you'll wanna stick your head
in the captairs office on your way out.

[Woman] I just got busted,
and they got me down at Hill Street.

- [Man On Phone] What?
- Scooter baby, please.

- [Conversation Continues]
- Lucille, I gotta talk to you for a minute.

And then they took me
over to Purdue Street...

and you know about
them lady guards down there.

Hey, peaches, I got two dollars
in my pocket got your name on it.

Can't you wait till she's
off the phone, Renko?

Or are you that hot to misdemeanor?

Her? Please! I'm lookir to lay this bet
on you, carrot cake.

I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

What? Two dollars
ain't good enough for you?

Move it, Renko,
or I'm gonna move it for you.

Hey, look. How much are the flowers
for Freddie supposed to cost?

- What? You want three dollars?
I'll give you three dollars.
- Freddie?

Here's three dollars. You try to lay
some "emulation" on somebody...

and they won't even treat you
like you're a human being.

[Hooker]
Don't say that.!

Scooter baby, please don't yell at me.

How was I supposed
to know he's a cop?

[Man On Phone]
Well, you can smell the damn-

Scooter, this is Officer Bates.
Rena's gonna have to hang up now, and-

- What?
- [Indistinct]

Hey, hey, hey, watch it.

Conspiracy to entreat white slavery
is a felony, my man.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

Before you got here, these three
messages came from your ex.

- Not now, Phil.
- All right.

But I believe I intuited
a certain rancor...

which may or may not
be true, as it were.

Excuse me, Sarge.
You wanted to see us, Captain?

Yeah. I have copies
of your depositions here.

Give them a glance.
See if everything's all right.

- Let me know if not.
- How's it coming along?

Eddie Hobars been formally charged
with your assault.

He's being held at County
in lieu of $50,000 bail.

LaRue and Washington are trying
to get a line on his ex-girlfriend.

Day after tomorrow,
Eddie submits to a polygraph.

In short, gentlemen, the investigation
is proceeding apace.

Thanks, Captain.

[Phone Ringing]

- Gun.! Got a gun.!
- [All Shouting]

- Get out of the way.!
- Freeze!

- [Shouting Continues]
- Drop it. I said drop it.

[Man]
Watch out, Captain.! She's armed.!

Do you wanna give me that thing?

- [Chattering]
- [Man] It's the captairs ex-wife.

I don't believe
what I just saw in there.

What in the hell
has gotten into you?

I know most of those men.
They were gonna shoot me.

Well, what do you expect
when you come in here waving a gun...

that looks more like it could wipe out
half a precinct than a real one?

Well, if you would return my calls once
in a while, maybe this wouldn't happen.

What is this?

Don't pay any attention to that.

What do you mean,
don't pay attention to that?

There is a dead person
in that bag, Frank!

Fay, please, I'm pressed.
Could you get to the point?

[Sighs]

We had an agreement.
Remember?

No guns or war toys
of any kind for FrankJr.

I didn't give him the gun.

Now, how do you expect me
to be a responsible parent...

when you do everything you can
to undermine me?

- No one's trying to undermine you.
- Oh, no?

A little dig here,
a little dig there.

Children are very sensitive, Frank.
They know what's going on.

Read my lips.
I did not give him the gun.

Well, neither did I.

Fay, listen to me.

If you want to come in here and scream
bloody murder every time the sink backs up...

you're gonna have to take a number,
just like everybody else.

I told you I did not give him the gun...

and I do not spend time with FrankJr.
Taking potshots at his mother.

If you don't wanna believe that,
that's your problem.

Well, somebody gave it to him!

Fay, kids his age
swap toys all the time.

Who knows?
Maybe Harvey gave it to him.

Harvey hates guns.

Besides, Harvey hasn't
been around in a while.

Oh.

[Siren In Distance]

All right. So maybe I did jump
to one conclusion too many.

It happens in the best of divorces.

Do you wanna go out
and have lunch later?

Maybe we could settle all this quietly.

I'd like that, Fay,
but I already have a lunch date.

- I see.
- I'd change it if I could.

Hey, you don't have to explain
to me, Frank.

Not anymore.

[Groans]

I don't know
about this place, Frank.

I really don't know.

[Phone Ringing]

Oh, feeling better, Fay?

Phil, would you have the deceased
taken out of there...

and remanded
to the property room, please.

Oh, certainly, Francis.

Belker.

- Mrs. Furillo.
- Oh, hi, Mick.

Nice to see you again.
How have you been?

Oh, just fine. Yourself?

Wonderful. I'm dating
a quality woman, Mrs. Furillo.

Oh, that's wonderful, Mick.
I'm glad to hear that.

Um, maybe you'd like to bring her by
for dinner some night?

I-I'm sure FrankJr.
Would love to see you.

- I would be honored.
- Good.

Well, you take good care now,
you hear?

I will. Thanks, Mick. Bye.

Bye. Right this way, kidney bag.

- I don't know, man.
- What's not to know?

Well, comir into a dark hallway
outta the sunlight...

with maybe a half a second to react
to some guy pulling a hammer on you.

I think it's a little late to be having
second thoughts. Don't you?

You're asking me to deny I got
a problem with this, and I can't do that.

I don't have a problem with it.
I saw the dude. It says so right there.

And if I saw him, he was there,
and if he was there, you saw him. Ipso facto.

- Pull over there.
- [Shouting]

[Siren Wailing]

[Shouting Continues]

Hey, wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Hold on now.

- I bought this truck three days ago, and look at it!
- I won't fix nothir, mister!

I want that sucker arrested
for trespassing and attempted assault.

We can't do that, sir.
According to Statute L-66-

Belker v. Furillo, 1964-

Ninth Court of Appeals
clearly states we can't do that.

- Say what?
- Why don't you come down here
for a second, and I'll explain it.

Come over here
and talk about this truck.

Don't make problems for us.
We just get here- Come on.

Belker v. Furillo
says that if the purchasee...

rescinds the object in question
due to danger or distress...

within a quarter
of the original consignment...

then he's entitled
to unobstructed easement.

- Hey, man.
- Now, you're a businessman,
and you should know that, man.

Being the respondent
to the second part...

means you might have to accede to some
of the fiduciary encumbrances involved here.

Now, you own a garage. Why don't you just
fix the mars truck and be done with it?

It could earn you a lot of goodwill.

Good what? Man, listen,
I could care less about his goodwill!

[Laughs]

I'm not talkir
about his goodwill, brother.

I'm talkir about my own.

So why don't you just,
uh, think about that, okay?

- So what's wrong with this truck?
- It needs a radiator.

Now, that could be
a fiduciary encumbrance right there.

How much do you need to pay for one?

- Oh, 80 or 90 dollars.
- I'll work it out.

- Don't worry about a thing.
- What you got?

Well, I think he'll fix it,
but he's not gonna eat the whole thing.

Your man gonna spring for the labor?

- Yeah.
- Good.

Okay, okay, listen up.
This court's made a decision.

- You, you're responsible
for replacing the defective parts.
- [Dispatcher] Unit 2-niner?

- He's gonna spring for the labor.
- Twelfth and Van Buren.

- All right?
- Armed robbery in progress.

We got a 601.
Let's get outta here.

[Tires Screeching]

[Siren Wailing]

[Alarm Blaring]

[Siren Continues Wailing]

Renko! Watch out!

[Horn Honking]

[Man On Loudspeaker] Keep that
traffic moving. Keep that traffic moving.

- [Chattering]
- [Man] Stand back, everybody.

[Man On Speaker] You're not helping
the situation by being in the way.

- Please leave the area.
- [Furillo] Talk to me.

Okay. As far as we know, the butcher
and his apprentice are being held hostage...

in a meat locker by a couple of kids.

- Injuries?
- Uh, well, I don't know.

- Later, please.
- One of the suspects is-

- Hey, come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
- Excuse me, sir.

- One of the suspects is Hector Ruiz.
- Hector?

- We just got word he escaped
from the Youth Authority.
- What is that?

[Renko]
That's just your basic evasive action.

See, this kid took a shot at us.

We have an A.P.B. Out on him.

How do I talk to Hector?

There's a phone in the freezer,
but it hasn't worked in years.

- Who are you?
- Irv Kresky, market manager.

How do you do?
Stay close. I may need you.

[Man]
Will you move that car.!

- Anybody talk to his mother?
- Lucy Bates is trying to find her, I think.

- Marv, how's it coming?
- I got one last connection to make.

Okay. There.

This receiver's hooked up
to the one in the meat locker...

the whole connection ties
into the storewide P.A. System...

and this here's your kill button
in case you want to talk privately.

Let's keep it on the P.A. System for now.
How do I get through?

You just push this button,
and it'll ring in the meat locker.

- You're a wizard, Marv.
- Yep.

Anybody got any antacids?

Try halfway down the aisle to the left.

Marv, you okay?

I'm tellir you the truth, Henry.
I am a mess.

[Man In Distance]
We have a car coming through here.

We have a car coming through.

[Ringing]

Yeah, what is it?

Hector, it's me- Frank Furillo.

Furillo, man,
where've you been, huh?

I got here as quickly as I could.

Let's get this thing over with fast...

before things get
too out of hand, okay?

- What do you want?
- I want $100,000 and a plane to Cuba.

- I can't stay here anymore, Frank. I can't, man.
- Hector, that's no answer.

Yeah, well, neither is juvenile hall, man.

That place is nowhere.

They'll be bustir my chops
all the time for nothir, man.

They're the ones that got me kicked out
of school, Frank. I'm not lyir to you.

- Did you give it a chance?
- About as much as they gave me, man.

Look, they locked me in a room for one week
just 'cause I copped one lousy cigarette.

Can you believe that, man?
They had all their chances, Frank.

- All right. Just take it easy, will you?
- [Siren Wailing]

Um, anybody hurt
or wounded in there?

Not yet, man,
but we got some words to say...

like turnir this icebox off
before I freeze my tail, man.

- Okay. I'll tell-
- Captain! Captain!

Uh, just one second, okay, Hector?

Captain, there's almost 20,000 dollars'
won'th of choice beef in there.

To hell with that! I'm concerned
about those people in there!

So am I. But we work
on a one-percent markup here.

And between the shopliftings
and the muggings...

this particular Chucky's
is considered marginal at best.

[Hector On Speaker] Frankie,
are you there? Can you hear me, man?

Just one more second, okay, Hector?

Maybe we could send in some coats.

Food too, Frank.
Food is very primal.

If we can get 'em
to accept nourishment from us...

it'll be a real step
in establishing rapport.

- Oh, good. Go ahead.
- Where's the deli section?

This way.

Hector, we're having a little trouble
turning off the freezer unit...

but we're gonna send in
some hot food and clothes, all right?

Don't jerk me around, Frank, or I'll blow
these suckers away now. You dig?

No one's jerking you around,
Hector. Just take it easy.

All right. You send
some clothes and some food...

and then maybe we rap,
all right, Frank?

Hazlick, it looks like we'll be able
to use an elevation of about.7.

Let's see here.

I think we should put it
down here by the canned fruit.

Uh, no, no. Wait a-
Hold it with that thing.

Well, well, well.
Frank, it's d�j� vu.

So much for rehabilitation, huh?

What the hell is that, Howard?

That is a Soyet 109 incendiary
rocket launcher. It's Russian-made.

And all the riot gear is on loan
from the Stockholm Police.

- What do you think, Frank?
- Lose it.

Judas Priest, Frank.
That's an eight-inch steel door.

If those deviates don't
think we mean business...

then our ace in the hole
isn't won'th a brown Q-Tip.

What ace in the hole?

The plastique charges on the outer walls.

Howard, there are innocent
people in that meat locker...

so take a command.

No Soyets, no plastique.
Just secure the scene. Period.

The only secure scene
is a neutralized scene, Frank.

Of course, if that makes your palms damp,
there is another way to go.

What might that be?

Hypothermia. It's a well-known medical fact
that your Latin types can't take the cold.

Saunders, you take the high ground.

Lukens, you take the right flank.

What we'll do is bypass
the main circuit regulator...

and hook up an auxiliary compressor
to that freezer unit...

and drop the ambient temperature
in there to 10 degrees below zero.

Their body temperatures drop,
they become disoriented...

then drowsiness sets in,
then sleep, then-

Then a slow, painless death.

Is that right, Howard?

Well, if that's what you want, Frank.

My strategy was to waltz in there
before that point and carry 'em out.

Actually, it's quite humane
and conservative...

as this hypothermic
timetable clearly shows.

[Speaking Spanish]

Hey, Furillo,
are you out there, man?

It's your show, guy, but I'd hate to try
and explain two shotgunned hostages...

to a board of inquiry,
much less their families.

Hector, I-

What do you say, Frank? I can't
take 'em down any cleaner than that.

Who said that? Huh? Ain't nobody
gonna take us down, Frank. Nobody!

- Hector- Hector, listen.
- [Scoffs]

That was great, Howard.
Just great.

Oh, you can't coddle these types, Frank.

We either take 'em outta here, or we all
may as well start speakir "espanole."

Okay, set it up. But I don't want you
to implement anything...

under any circumstances,
without my express order.

[Sighs]
Whatever you say, Frank.

But, you know, that kid in there
ain't exactly Beaver Cleaver.

If you get my drift.

All right, come on, men.

[Marv] I don't know.
My stomach's been killing me.

I got a terrible headache.

I thought I had a hot gall bladder
or something, but my internist says no.

Don't pooh-pooh it, Marv.

Henry, I can't "poo-poo" anything.

I'm serious. Even the conservative
establishment...

is beginning to pay attention to homeopathic
medicine, the holistic approach.

No, no. I'm telling you.
I know my own body.

It's either gonna be the gall bladder...

or maybe some stones.

Whatever it is,
it's a hell of a thing...

you can't even keep down
a lousy slice of turkey.

You know, I thought you Old Testament types
knew how to make a decent sandwich.

Renko, my mother said eat.
She never said watch.

Honestly, Hector, I think you simply
misunderstood what Lt. Hunter was trying to say.

Uh, look, we're gonna send in
the food and clothes now.

- All right?
- All right, but make it quick,
Furillo. Quick, all right?

Frank, if you don't mind...

I'd like to be the one to take it in.

Sure, Henry.

[Furillo]
All right, listen up.

I want all guns down now.
That's an order.!

[Man]
Right. Everybody, guns down.!

Do you hear me, Hector?
Detective Goldblume will now approach you.

He is unarmed.

[Man In Distance] We have a truck
coming through. Truck coming through.

[Speaking Spanish]

[Man In Distance] We got an ambulance
here. We got an ambulance.

I know you're scared, son.

We all are.
It's a scary situation.

But if we work together on this,
nobody has to get hurt.

Okay?

Give 'em some, man.

Here.

Give 'em one.

I think I made contact, Frank.
Real contact.

What contact? That kid
doesn't understand a word of English.

That may not really matter, Andrew.

[Man On Loudspeaker]
Thank you for helping out your police force.

Thank you for helping out
your police force.

Can you just move back
a little more?

Oh, come on, Hector. A plane to Cuba's
a lot of bean dip, and you know it!

Even if I could arrange it,
which I doubt...

they'd only send you back,
and then you're dealing with the F.B.I.

And I'm gonna tell you, man,
those guys don't take kindly to hijackers.

Now, listen, Hector. There's someone here
who really wants to talk to you.

Don't hang up now.
I want you to talk to her.

Okay, Frank.

Hector, you come
outta there right now!

And don't give these people
no more trouble!

Man, why'd you gotta
bring her here for, Frank?

[Shouting In Spanish]

Trouble! Always
with you it's trouble.

And now I'm gonna lose
my job because of you.

I'm gonna send you back
to theJuvenile Authority.!

No way, man. I said I wasrt
going back there, Frank.

You got no right, man.
It's none of your damn business!

Now, why'd you have to
go tell her, huh?

[Hector Shouting In Spanish]

[Shouting In Spanish]

- Hector, listen to me.
- No, I'm never gonna listen to you again, Frank.

You got no right, man.
It ain't none of your business.

Just 'cause I take
some damn hostages?

Is that what you want
so bad, Frank, huh?

You want a hostage so bad?

Well, I'm gonna give you one
right now, Frank.

- No, Hector. Wait. Don't. Listen to me.
- [Gunshots]

- Renko! Andy!
- Easy. Easy.

Nobody fires!
Don't shoot and don't move!

I want the paramedics in here fast!

Hector, I got 20 men
out here with guns.

I want that shooting victim
out here right now, or they're coming in.

[Man Shouting]
Come on.! Hurry up.!

[Calletano Speaking Spanish]

Yes, yes. I understand
what you're saying...

but we don't know anything
about the condition of the hostages.

Yes, yes. All we really know...

is that the perpetrators
shot up a side of beef.

[Sirens Wailing]

I'm standing in front of Chucky's Shop 'n Save
on Van Buren Avenue.

Only moments ago,
shots were fired.

Mr. Kresky, you were inside.
Can you tell us what happened?

Well, we have two
Puerto Rican teenagers...

holding our butcher and his apprentice
hostage in the, uh, meat locker.

Was anyone injured
in the exchange of gunfire?

Uh, well, it wasrt exactly
an exchange of gunfire.

They, uh-
They shot up some meat.

I see. Mr. Kresky,
how often would you say...

that Chucky's Shop 'n Save
has been robbed in the past year?

There have been six robberies and three
failed attempts before today, Cynthia.

Can Chucky's continue to operate
under these conditions?

That's hard to say...

but, uh, mindful as we are
of our community responsibility...

I think that business as usual
is highly unlikely.

In other words, Chucky's
may not reopen its doors?

That is correct. Yes.

The full social and economic impact...

of this crime in progress
is yet to be determined.

As of now, however, it does look
as if an already beleaguered community...

is in for an even tougher go of it.

This is Cynthia Chase,
Action News, Channel 6.

- [Horn Honking]
- What's that?

[Chattering]

[Hunter] We're using a GL700
Deluxe Mobile Frost King, Frank.

It has dual frost pumps
and direct power access.

It sucks up thermal B.T.U.'s
faster than an elephant in heat.

I wish I felt better about this.

After what that little sociopath did?

Trust me, Frank,
when I get through with him...

you'll be able to jam a stick up his nose
and pass him off as a Fudgsicle.

Gradual, Howard. No more
than 10 degrees per hour, tops.

I'm in no rush here.

[Speaking Spanish]

Yo, Furillo, are you there?

Yeah, right here, Hector.

Look, um, Juan here-
Juan don't feel too good, man.

So if I send him out, you swear
nothir bad gonna come down on him-

like, uh, no work farm
and no juvenile hall or nothir like that?

I can't promise that, Hector.

But if you're willing
to send a hostage out with him...

I'd have a lot more
to work with than I have now.

[Hector Speaking Spanish]

All right. But first I wanna talk
to the media. You got that?

Uh, I think we could come
that far, Hector.

- It sounds fair to me. Just hold one minute.
- All right.

Renko, who have we got out there?

- Cynthia Chase.
- All right. Send her in.

Uh, Captain, what do you want me
to do with the deceased?

Tag it for evidence
and get it out of here.

- The whole thing?
- Would you get me Cynthia Chase?

Yes, sir. Excuse me.

Hector, the television people
will be here in one minute.

[Man On Loudspeaker] Back. You,
right there, move. Out of the way, please.

[Chattering]

[Man On Loudspeaker]
Can you clear out of there? Keep moving.

Just keep the traffic moving, please.

Step back.
Let the squad car through.

Go ahead, Joe.
Let the squad car through.

- [Man] Hey, what's going on here?
- [Woman] A shooting.

[Man On Loudspeaker] Got an ambulance here.
We got an ambulance coming through.

- [Siren Wailing]
- Move away. Move away
from the front of the building.

Is that gonna be cash
or charge, hair bag?

[Man On Loudspeaker] Folks, there's
nothing to see. There's nothing going on.

Captain, is it true that you're
trying to freeze the activists out?

Activists?
Who have you been talking to?

You have a Lieutenant
Howard Hunter here.

Forget Lt. Hunter. Look, Miss Chase,
you know there are lives at stake here.

Please don't say anything
to inflame the situation.

Captain, let's try not to manage
the news, shall we?

Hector, this is Cynthia Chase,
Channel 6 News.

I know you.
How're you doing?

I'm fine, Hector, but the question is
how are the hostages?

[Hector]
The hostages are great. Just great.

- And how are you, emotionally?
- Oh, I ain't worried.

How long do you think that you
can possibly hold out in there?

[Chuckles] Who knows.
There's plenty of food in here.

[Chase] Hector, can you tell our viewers
why you seized this market?

Hey, they chased us in here, lady.

Are you a member of
the Puerto Rican National Front...

or is this seizure of Chucky's
a purely independent protest?

Well, why not, man? All I gotta do
is cut out the piece as evidence...

and they can't legally sell it.

This is wounded meat, Bobby,
and a righteous sin to waste.

All they'll do is take it
down to the station.

It'll get all hot, and it won't be won'th-
fit for dog meat.

- Yeah, neither will we if Furillo
finds out about it either.
- Shh.

Look, can I help it if somebody brought
this meat down and put it at my feet?

That's fate, man. I don't mess with fate,
not at $2.29 a pound.

Okay, if we're gonna do it, son,
we might as well do it right.

How are we gonna get
this thing out of here, cowboy?

Our unit's temporarily
indisposed. Remember?

Fear not.

Would you call this a protest
against economic discrimination...

in the fact that
if this market does close...

it will cause such a hardship
to the people of this community?

Sure. Why not.

This is Cynthia Chase,
Channel 6 Action News.

Thank you, Captain.

Okay, nothir else is gonna happen.
Why don't you folks just go on home?

- Huh? What do you say? Everybody, let's go-
- Lucia, Lucia, my bonita.

Renko, listen.
This may not be the best time...

but I've been meaning
to apologize about this morning.

- No. No, no, no.
- No, I was out ofline.

No, it was nothing.
It was a trifle.

Listen, you don't, by any chance,
have your squad car down here, do you?

Yeah, sure.

Could I stash some meat
in the rear of your unit?

- Please?
- Sure. Why not.

Thank you.

Okay, Hector,
I kept my part of the deal.

You got your interview. What say
you hold up your end of the bargain?

All right, Frank. Just-
I hear you, all right?

Just be cool, man.
Just be cool, all right?

Look, Furillo, I'm gonna
send the girl out first...

then I'm gonna send Juan,
all right?

You, come here.
Come on! Hurry up!

- [Siren Wailing]
- Okay, she's all set, Lieutenant.

Good work, Carew.

[Furillo]
Someone's coming out.

- [Girl Whimpering]
- [Man] Wait.!

Frank, man, talk to me.
What's going down, man?

Uh, Hector, don't do anything
till I figure out what happened.

- Did you set up anything-
- Frank? Frank?

That was just a little misdirect
on a D.C. Power surge.

My boys'll have that
juiced up again in no time.

Uh, Hector, I know you're gonna
find this hard to believe...

but we had nothing
to do with the lights.

It was just a local brownout.
Affected the whole neighborhood.

Look, Frank, it's as cold
as a witch's lip in here, man.

I can't even feel
my fingers or nothir.

Somethirbad's gonna happen, Frank,
and it's not gonna be my fault, man.

No? Whose then? Mine?

Look, Hector, I'm not the one
who tried to hold up this supermarket...

and I'm not the one who blames everybody else
in the world but himself for his own troubles.

Win, lose or draw,
don't dump this one on me.

You take responsibility
for a change!

Captain, it's Sergeant Esterhaus
on the phone.

He says it's urgent.

Look, Hector,
let's just take a few minutes...

to think this thing over, okay?

- And, uh-And then we'll get back on it, okay?
- He'll be right with you.

He's coming. He's right here.

Yeah, Phil?

Francis, I have placed numerous calls
to the medical examiner...

and as of this moment, no morgue personnel
have arrived for Freddie's body.

Phil, I can't deal with this now.

I've got a deteriorating situation here.

We have a deteriorating
situation ourselves, Francis...

with serious consequences,
hygiene-wise!

Calm down, Phil.

Well, that's easy for you to say.
You don't have to deal with this!

- Deal with what?
- It's a memorandum from Division...

canceling funds for Grace's
redecoration project...

in favor of... a new Mayday
phone system as well as-

hold on to your hat, Francis-
a helicopter pad on the roof!

Phil, I can't go into this now.

Francis, what am I gonna tell Grace?
She'll be heartbroken.

Look, I appreciate
the gravity of the situation...

but you're just gonna have to do the best
you can until I get back there, okay?

Francis, I'm not normally an alarmist...

but there could be serious
emotional fallout from this.

I know you're not
an alarmist, Phil, but-

[Excited Chattering]

[Man On Loudspeaker]
Members of the press, please move back.

- [Siren Wailing]
- [Chattering]

[Siren Stops]

The captain won't be
but a minute, babe.

[Man On Loudspeaker] Thank you
for cooperating. Thank you for moving back.

Frank, John LaRue's outside.
He says it's urgent.

[Sighs] Okay. If Hector
comes back on the line...

give me a holler, will you?

[Man]
Stand back.

[Man On Loudspeaker] Thank you
for helping out your police force.

I'm sorry to pull you
out of there, Captain.

Make it fast, LaRue.
What have you got?

Eddie Hobars ex-girlfriend,
Sherry Marie, she's in the car.

Okay, take her in and hold her. I should
be through in here in a couple of hours.

Captain, she's a little flaky.

I think we take her in, she's
gonna maybe dummy up on us.

Two minutes.
What could it hurt?

Give her a listen.

- That's it.
- Now, you know if we don't
time this move just right...

we might as well just eat it here.

Karma, my man.
It's all in the karma.

When was the last time
you saw Eddie Hoban?

Well, the last time I saw Eddie,
he got real mad for no real reason...

and he broke my nose, my jaw.

I couldn't eat solids for a month.

You know, he used to be so sweet
till he started selling dope...

and then he got real paranoid
and started carrying a gun.

Did you ever see the gun...

Eddie allegedly shot
the two police officers with?

Sure. He carried it all the time.

You think you'd recognize it
if you saw it again?

Sure.

Something like that?

That's it! Exactly.

You sure?

Like I said, exactly.

Are you absolutely positive?

Yeah.

Thanks for your trouble,
Miss Libertini.

Listen, I got lots more
stuff I could tell you...

but next time it'll cost you
more than $20, okay?

You paid for that drivel?

Look, LaRue, what we need
is a reliable witness...

not a junkie with one oar
out of the water...

who can't stand her boyfriend's guts...

and who can't tell the difference...

between a snubbed-nose.38
and a.357 cannon.

She got a little flustered.
That's all.

Let me and Neal
work with her for a while.

I appreciate your zeal, John, but I don't think
this girl's the answer to our prayers.

[Man On Loudspeaker]
Can you clear out of there? Keep moving.

- Let her go?
- Let her go.

[Speaking Spanish]

All right, all right.
Just be cool, all right? Be cool.

[Hector]
Hey, Furillo, are you there?

Right here, Hector.

Look, man, there's
too much coming down.

Just too many people, all right?

What do you say we get 'em all outta here,
and then maybe we talk, all right?

- What do you think, Henry?
- He's cold, tired.

If he's ready to give up, Frank...

I think this might be
just his way of saving face.

Okay, Hector. Just give me five minutes.
I'm ordering everyone out now.

All right. Hurry up, man.

Now, listen up, everybody!

I want everyone
out of here right now!

- Okay. Let's go.
- Out of here, everybody.
Come on, come on, come on.

[Woman]
They said everybody.

[Man] We got an ambulance here.
We got an ambulance coming through.

[Woman]
Come on.!

Hey, guys, you could've
wrapped it or something.

You're gonna
stink up the whole car.

Don't worry, my little side cut. It'll be out
of your way once we get back to the station.

[Hill] That's right. With 10 pounds
of choice cut as your reward.

This has not been one of the best days
of our lives, professionally speaking, has it?

Yeah, I'd say that was
a fair assessment, man.

But on the other hand,
things do have a way of evening out.

- How's that, lover?
- Neal, my man, you remember that barbecue...

we're always talking about throwing
at your cousin Jerome's?

Oh, yes, I believe I do! Yes!

J.D., my man, do you think
you can get inside that trunk?

Yes, Neal, I believe I can.

Okay, Hector, it's all clear now.

The store's empty.
It's just Det. Goldblume and me.

So what say you let
the hostages out and we'll talk?

Yeah, I can see, Frankie.
I got eyes.

[Man On Loudspeaker]
Do not remain here.

[Speaking Spanish]
Come on. You too.

- Go.
- Okay, son, let's go.

[Door Closes]

[Hector On Phone]
Frank, maybe my mother's right, man.

I'm no good to nobody.
You know that?

I'd be better off dead.

I don't believe that, Hector.

Well, you think I'm scared
to die, Furillo, huh?

Let me tell you I ain't.

But I'll be honest with you.

If you send me back to juvenile hall-

now that place scares me, man.

Look, Hector, I can't promise you
won't have to go back, because you will.

But I can promise you that
I'll do everything possible...

to get you sent to a place
outside of the system...

where you'll have a better chance.

Come on, Furillo.
Why don't you get serious, huh?

Those places cost.

Besides, who's gonna take
a 15-year-old spic with no money, huh?

Promises?
I've heard 'em all, man.

Maybe you got somebody
who cares what happens to you.

But who the hell cares
what happens to me, huh?

Me. I care, Hector.
Let me try.

You'd do that for me, Furillo?

I can try, yes.

Leave your gun, Hector.

Furillo, man, I know you said
all that stuff to get me out of there...

but I don't think that's
why I'm giving up, all right?

You wanna frisk me?

You're a tough
piece of work, Hector.

You ready?

Yeah.

We can't just leave it in the trunk,J.D.
The heat'll kill it, babe.

So we'll hide it downstairs in one
of the old cages until the shift ends.

Now, how are we gonna camouflage
180 pounds of corn-fed beef down there?

I've got an old body bag in the trunk.
Nobody'll touch it.

Yeah.
[Laughs]

[LaRue] Good times, good folks,
good food. Saturday night.

Yeah, bring her.
Plenty for everybody.

[Washington] Yeah, baby.
A barbecue to end all barbecues.

Mm-hmm. You oughta see
the meat we scored.

Mm-hmm. It's gonna be
a real big blowout, baby.

So come early
and come hungry. Yeah.

Hey, Sergeant, you keep the receipt,
and we keep the release.

The men and women of this precinct
would consider it a favor...

if, uh, this token of our appreciation...

accompanied Mr. DeMarco
to his final destination.

Sure. What the hell? Why not?

Thank you.

[Phone Ringing]

Come on. Come on!

Take a seat, spittoon face.

Hey, somebody wanna call me a vet?
I think I need a rabies shot here.

Don't test my goodwill, cue ball.

- Name.
- Fitzgerald, F. Scott.

[Laughs]
What's the "F" stand for?

- Felix.
- [Phone Rings]

Belker. Hi, Debbie.

Um, I'm off at 8:00.

What time is your
cello practice over?

So how about if I pick you up?
Maybe we'll go to a flick.

Where?

- They show porno movies at that place.
- [Laughs]

How would you like to spend
six weeks in traction?

Frank, I've got a dozen calls
from Van Buren area merchants.

They're in an uproar. They heard on TV
that Chucky's may shut down for good.

Cynthia Chase. Remind me first thing
in the morning to get Division P.R. On that.

Did you set up a meeting with them?

Yes, tomorrow evening at 8:00.

My tally says we got 40 people
for the barbecue, babe.

Mm-hmm. Let me see. Check.

Well, let's go load up the car
and steal away into the night.

Additionally, Francis...

I think we oughta pay
a little more attention...

to this burgeoning
black van situation.

Again?

We had a male Caucasian robbed,
stripped and severely beaten.

We had to send him to Emergency
with a nasty cut on the left buttock.

It's serious, Frank.
Someone is going to get killed.

I cut Santini and Harris loose
from regular patrol and put 'em on it.

Ray, uh, no offense intended...

but would you mind if, uh,
I had a moment with the captain...

a cappella, as it were?

- No problem, Phil.
- Thanks.

Francis, uh, I spoke to Grace...

and, uh, she's terribly distraught.

I think she'll be all right, Phil.
She's a strong woman.

Indeed. Look, I admit a Mayday
phone system could be of value...

but a helicopter pad on the roof?

Counselor, good of you to come.

Are we done, Phil?

Not to belabor the point,
but I can't help thinking...

that a call from you to Commander Swanson
might be in order.

I can't help feeling we're being fitted
for a brown helmet on this one, Francis.

- Hello, Miss Davenport.
- Sergeant.

- Damn it.
- Huh?

Something doesn't seem right.

- What's that?
- I don't know, Neal.

- What?
- It feels a whole lot lighter than before.

Hey, nothir to worry about, babe. Your basic
shrinkage. That's all. Perfectly natural.

I gotta tell you, Joyce.
The cop in me really wanted to nail him...

for endangering
those people like that.

But there's something
special about Hector.

Besides, I promised him I'd deliver
on this one. I gave him my word.

So what are you? Solomon?

You were coerced, Frank.

[Sighs]
Okay.

If you like,
I can call my ex-husband.

He used to be legal counsel
for the Stony Brook School in Arizona.

- Stony Brook?
- They're the best.

Tough academics,
lots of physical labor...

group and private therapy and,
most important of all, lots of love.

To hell with Hector. Send me.

- [Laughing]
- I appreciate it, Joyce.

It's good of you.

For you, kid, anything.

- Home later?
- I can't.

I've got an E.R.A. Fund-raiser
with Skip Fitzgerald.

Maybe early breakfast tomorrow.

Like, say, in bed.

I'll arrange my schedule
accordingly, counselor.

Get a good night's sleep.

You're gonna need it, pizza man.

[Phone Ringing]

I want to apologize for this morning.

Oh, forget it.

Listen, where is FrankJr.?

I phoned the house a little while ago,
and nobody answered.

He's got a sleepover
at Marilyn Fiebelkorrs house tonight.

A sleepover? With a girl?

He's eight years old, Dad. He's got
his own sleeping bag. What could happen?

You ever hear of a game called doctor?

Well, I'd rather we had a doctor
in the family than a cop.

Anyway, uh-
[Sighs]

I'm all alone tonight, and I wondered
if you'd want to come by for dinner.

I don't think so, Fay.
I just want to go home...

take a shower
and press the sheets.

[Sighs]
Sleeping alone these days?

- She's very pretty, Frank.
- Who?

Who- the water cooler,
that's who.

Good night, Frank.

[Esterhaus]
Well, I love you too, mouselet.

[Kissing]

Mouse kisses back.
[Laughs]

Take care now, Fay.

I'll do my best, Phil. Thanks.

Mouse kisses.

[Mews]