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All right,
you knuckleheads, get in step.

L.A.P.D.

L.A.P.D.

All right, officer, pull your weapon.

Tell the suspect
to get his hands up in the air.

Put your hands in the air.

Line at the right.

And charge!

Hey, set them down.
Drive them straight down on the ground.

O ne, ready...

Get up that hill. Q uit dogging it.

Get up Duran. Up the hill.

Ready, three.

Ready, one.

Let's do it again.
Step back with that right foot.

L.A.P.D.

L.A.P.D.

♪ MARCHING BAND PLAYS
THE WASHINGT O N P O ST♪

Here's a happy piece of news.

Cornelius Arps,
the Western Avenue pimp,

got cut by one of his whores
and expired at 3 a.m. in General Hospital.

Galloway, there are five divisions
in the valley. What are they?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Duran, you know?

Anybody know?

Okay.

North Hollywood, Van Nuys, Foothill,
West Valley and Devonshire.

As of tonight,
all juvenile narcotic arrests

are to be turned over
to the detectives.

Everybody got that?

Sergeant,
should we book 'em first?

Do we book 'em first?

That's a good question.

I'll let you know tomorrow.

Well, let's see
what else is new in crime.

Attempted rape.

Last night, 11:30 p.m.
369 West 37th Place.

Suspect awoke victim
by placing hand over her mouth.

Said, "Don't move.
I love you. I wanna prove it."

Fondled victim's private parts
while he held a blue steel revolver

in the air for her to see.

Suspect wore a blue suit,
blue tie and dark shoes.

Blue suit?
Sounds like a policeman.

Male, negro, 28 to 30, 6'2",
190, medium complexion.

I think we can clean this up right now.
Sounds like Gladstone.

Lots of crime
in the division last night.

None of these suspect descriptions
are worth a damn.

So I'm not gonna read them.

All right, gentlemen,
let's get out on the street. Dismissed.

I hope to be able to be back
to work in a couple of days.

Phil! How come
you're not suited up?

I've got a jaw infection.

You don't sit on your gums.

Damn it all, on account of you

I'm paired off
with one of those slick-sleeved recruits.

Hey,

I wouldn't mind
paying her bail tonight.

- So long, kid.
- See you in a couple of days, Whitey.

You're getting prettier every day,
I swear.

Killed in the line of duty.

It doesn't pay
to get too comfortable on the street.

I don't know
if I'll ever get comfortable.

You will.

Come on, let's go find
a black and white and go to work.

This division's mostly black.

Some Mexicans, some whites,
lots of crime.

Well, considering the intensity
of living conditions and poverty,

I'm surprised
there's not more crime.

Well, I think it's just the city.

In any case, Kilvinsky's law states:

Treat everybody the same.
White, black, brown.

Be civil to everyone,
courteous to nobody.

That's just a little philosophy lesson
I give free

to every rookie I'm breaking in.

12-0-20, roger.

Remember, these dudes out here
aren't afraid of that badge or gun.

Matter of fact, they'll try to shove
that badge up your ass

just to say they did it.

And all that Hollywood crap

about the karate expert
and the one-punch cop is, er...

A lotta Hollywood crap.

That's right.

We're supposed to use equal force,
you know.

- Right.
- Yeah well...

Rule two of Kilvinsky's law

is if a dude uses his fist,
you use your stick.

If he uses a knife, you use your gun.
Cancel his ticket right then and there.

If everything fails, hit him with a brick,
anything you can get.

So, what do your friends call you?

Sergio.

The reason I let you start off driving, Sergio,
is so you'd get to know the streets faster.

This would be a quiet district
if it wasn't for the Logos gang.

Er, Falcons.

Which gang were you?

Gavilones.

You know, a few years ago,
I probably would've busted you.

A few years ago, you probably did.

You never take care o' the kids or nothin'.

Why don't you shut up?!

- Oh, come in.
- You brought the cops this time?

- What the hell's the matter with you?
- You get out.

Officer, he's gotta go.
He's a damn nut.

Quiet!

- But, Whitey, listen...
- Quiet.

- Whitey.
- Now, Holly,

you stay here
and talk to my partner.

- But, Whitey...
- Orville, you come on in the kitchen.

- I wanna tell you about her...
- You shut up, you dirty old man!

Oh, he's no man, officer.

- Don't listen to him.
- It's okay, we're here.

- Come on, you gotta listen to me.

Bad nigger.

He picked me up in a gin mill.

He said I was his pay cheque.

And would I go in there
and cash it for him.

He said he'd give me $10 if I did.

Where are you supposed to meet him
with the money?

He didn't say.

What does he look like?

20, 25...

Red shirt!

That's one thing I know.

- He had on a red shirt.
- Yeah.

You just look for a red shirt.

Why don't you jump in the car with us
and we'll see if we can find him?

Come on.

Here we go.

Stuff her in there.

Don't let her hit her head.

Yeah, yeah, I got..

We can take him in on 273-D.

- The lady says he's been...
- Wait a minute, partner.

She says her husband's
been assaulting her.

- Assaulting her?
- Yes, assaulting...

Hold it!

Now, listen.

You two people
are unhappy together, right?

- That's right.
- Right.

What would make you happy?

Would you be happy
if you could get a divorce?

- Happier than anything in the world.
- All right. I'll divorce you.

Put your hand on my badge.
Come on, both of you.

Raise your hand.

"By the powers vested in me in
and through the state of California

"and the city of Los Angeles as well,
I do now pronounce you divorced."

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you. Oh, thank you.

Oh, hey, you're a wonderful boy.

And you're wonderful too, Whitey.

Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye. Bless you, Whitey.

- Screw you, Orville.
- There you go all over again.

5-45, a family dispute,
1st and Soto.

That guy's got a brown shirt, Andy.
The lady said "red".

Hold it right there.

I wanna talk to you.

- Who, me?
- Yeah, you.

- Identification.
- What for?

I stopped you for a reason.

Now, break out that ID, because
we ain't got no time for shucking.

Okay, I ain't got nothin' to hide.

It's just that the police is always
rousting me every time I goes outside.

Hell, man, this ain't nothing.

Got something with your thumbprint,
your picture, a driver's licence?

What I need a driver's licence for?
I ain't driving.

Haven't I seen you?
What have you been busted for?

Forgery, flimflam?

No, man. I gambles a little bit.

Now, I ain't no criminal now, no jive.

Yeah, you're jiving.

Your mouth's dry, your heart's hammering.
What's your real name?

Gandy. Woodrow Gandy.

Just like it say on that card.

Step over to the car, Gandy.
Somebody wants to say hello.

Oh, man, this is a roust.
This is a humbug and a roust.

Wake her up.

Ma'am? Wake up, ma'am.

That's him! That's the one
got me in all of this trouble.

Telling me how easy
it was to make $10!

Hey, listen, Duran.
Do you mind if I ask you something?

Why did you come
with the department?

Eleven grand a year
and a chance to get out of East L.A.

- Get to some place like the Westside?
- That's right.

- Like Hollywood?
- Right.

Where you get all those actresses
and honey-blondes?

Right.

And here
they put you back in East L.A.

Right.

Thanks.

- Hey, Andy.
- What's up?

One thing I don't understand.

The guy we picked up,

he wasn't wearing a red shirt.

Yeah, I felt a little bad about that.

Look at it this way. Maybe you'll catch
somebody with a red shirt tomorrow.

Come on. Come on, really.

Well, it wasn't green either, it was
a colour that could be called red.

Especially if you're fuzzy drunk
like the old lady.

- Great burritos.
- Best in town.

But how'd you know
he was the right guy?

Well, this guy, Gandy,
was standing there,

you know, a little too cool,
like he had nothing to hide.

I honestly don't know how I knew,
I just knew.

Take it from me, kid.
After 23 years, he can smell 'em.

- Instinct, huh?
- Well, I wouldn't say that in court.

Will you have trouble
with this in court?

- Probably might.
- Yeah...

- I'm sorry.
- No, go ahead.

We might, it depends on whether
or not the court feels

it was enough probable cause
to stop and detain the suspect.

Well, Roy's a very bright guy.
He's going to law school.

Right now?

Actually, I'm still in college.

I'm picking up
on a few prerequisites.

What are you wasting your time
being a cop for?

Well, it's like this, Whitey.
I'm interested in criminal law.

I'm in school, a wife and a kid.
I need the money.

So it's either this
or become a criminal.

Probably wind up being a judge.

You're not listening, Andy.
He said he didn't wanna be a criminal.

What about you, Beasley,
how many kids you got?

- Three.
- Three?

What do you do in your spare time?
Go to medical school?

No, I just hope I can do this job.

I mean, I only
wanna be a good policeman.

That's all I...

O kay, all you late-nighters,

that was a triple play
for your musical enjoyment.

It's the early morning sound
of K. G. G. Y.

2:22 in the a.m.,
and it's too late, baby...

♪ IT'S T OO LATE ♪

- Hi gang.
- H i.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Who's the artist?

Rebecca did the artwork
and I did the copy.

- Well, it's a masterpiece.
- Yeah, that's what I...

Hey, muffin.

H i.

She's so tired.

She waited up till midnight
to surprise you.

Couldn't stay up
quite this late.

Oh, I didn't realize
it was so late.

I should've called.

Did anything go wrong?

No, we just got rapping.

Shop talk.

I wanna hear all about it.
She's got to go to bed.

Come on, love.

Bedtime for you.

Oh, sleepy girl.

Come on, Daddy put you to bed.

Okay, little girl.

Thank you for that beautiful picture.

Good night.

Sweet dreams.

Who's your partner?

Oh, Kilvinsky.

If you like him,
let's have him over to dinner.

Sure.

- Is he married?
- Divorced.

Then he'd probably appreciate
a home-cooked meal, huh?

Sure.

Oh, Roy, I wish you
could have seen Becky.

She was trying so hard
to stay awake.

I must have told her about 13 stories
trying to keep her up.

She wanted nothing more
than to see your face

when you walked through
that door and looked at that picture.

One day down here
is like 10 in the other divisions.

You'll be a veteran
by the time your year is up.

Pimping is profitable.

That's why it's not legalized.

Too much profit and no overhead.

Pimps would
control the economy in no time.

So what are we doing
in the whore wagon?

Why arrest them?

For cruising the streets, for being whores?

No crime in that.

Make an arrest that'll stick,
that's the tough part.

Unless you don't mind
perjuring yourself in court.

I knew a whore,
had 73 prior arrests.

Most she got was six months
on two separate occasions.

So, what's the answer?

We're left with only one weapon
with which to safeguard society.

Kilvinsky's law.

I might have known.

Kilvinsky's law states:

Give 'em one pass
down Western Avenue,

just to show them
the wagon's out.

If they don't run for cover, pick 'em up
and run 'em around for a couple of hours,

and generally bust up their evening.

It's as illegal as hell, but it works.

Okay, let's take those three.

Good evening, ladies.

Shit, Kilvinsky,
you always pick on me.

Oh, hi there.

Hi there.

- Give me a lift, honey.
- Certainly.

Just grab a handful and push.

Keep your hands off of me.

Come on, Martha.
You're holding up the parade.

Officer Fehler, would you kindly escort
the young lady to her seat?

Come and get it, honky.

Come on, Martha, take it easy.

- I gotta take you in.
- Why?

Well, Martha,
you're the prettiest girl on the block.

Shit.

Got two more for you, Andy.

All right, let's go.

Yeah, you blue-eyed devil,
you ought to make sergeant for this.

She doesn't like you, Bethel.

Nobody likes this funky devil.
He don't know how to talk to a woman.

I don't see any women,
just two whores.

Your wife's a whore, bastard.

She screws for peanuts.
I gets $60 every day.

Get in the wagon, bitch.

You ain't gonna get away with
pushing me around, you hear me?

We're gonna fix
your white ass one day.

All right, Alice,
you've played your big scene.

Now, lay in the wagon
like the sweet child you are.

That there sucker, he don't know
how to talk right to nobody.

He thinks everybody is dogs.

Well, we is motherfuckin' ladies.

Hey, Kilvinsky,
you all need some pillows back here.

This is terribly bumpy.

Your pillow's built in, baby.

Hey, silver hair, how about
letting us out over on Vermont?

I need to make me
some coins tonight.

Kilvinsky's got soul.

He get us some Scotch
and milk if we ask him pretty.

You got soul, ain't you,
Mr. Kilvinsky?

Baby, I got more soul
than I can con-trol.

All right, ladies,
here comes the delivery man.

Here's the Scotch.

And your change
is in this bag with the milk.

Want a drink, Kilvinsky?

You know we can't drink on duty.

I know something
we can do on duty.

And the sergeant
won't smell it on your breath.

I'm too old for you young ladies.

Hey, Kilvinsky, gal like me
can make you young again,

you beautiful, honky devil.

- Count your stars, baby.
- Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute. I got one.

Let her tell it. Let her tell it.

- Wait, wait, wait.
- Let her tell it.

This one trick picks me up
one night over on 28th and Western

and drives me out clear
to Beverly Hills.

- Beverly Hills?
- That's right.

And gives me a hundred bucks.

Shut up!

- I don't believe it.
- Hundred bucks?

And then that bastard had me
cut the head off a real live chicken,

right there
in that plushy apartment.

And squish that old chicken
around in the sink

while the water was running.

Urghhhh!

And he nearly went crazy.

- And Lord, why'd you do it?
- Yeah, why'd you do it?

Shit, I didn't know
what the bastard wanted

till he got me in there
and handed me the butcher knife.

Butcher knife?

And I was so scared,
I just did it so he wouldn't get mad.

You know, that milk bath guy
picked up Wilma one night.

Didn't he, Wilma?

Speaking of milk,
pass it right on down here.

Scotch ain't no good without milk.
Thank you, honey.

Yeah, but he ain't too weird.

I don't mind him, though,
except he lives too far away.

Up in North Hollywood,
in one of them hilltop pads.

He just gives you a bath
in a tub full o' milk.

"Anybody wanna feel
my lily-white skin?"

People is getting
so goddamn weird anymore.

- Yeah, they are.
- Sure.

Seem like only black men
like to ball.

You take black tricks, baby?

She'll take any
kind of tricks she can get.

Well, I guess we can
let 'em out now.

They're too drunk
to work tonight, anyway.

We've done our
good deed for society.

All right, ladies. Everybody out.

Habeas corpus
has arrived for one and all.

Get mama down, will ya?

Yeah!

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Goodbye. Come on, baby.

Hey, we just got robbed, man.

He just ran down that alley.

He hit me with his gun.

Does this alley come out down here?

Yeah, it goes through.

- I'll try the alley, cut him off.
- I'll call in.

- They got everything, everything we...
- Take it easy, son.

3-A-5-4, Code 6, Adam.

Freeze!

It had to be...

My father!

My father!

You killed him!

You killed my father!

He was chasing the robber
and you killed him!

You killed my father!

Pig!

Gus.

Gus, call an ambulance right now.

Now!

Pig!

I'll tell you something right now.

If it'd happened to me, I'da done
the same thing. You had no choice.

Comes down to something like that,
you have no choice.

Hell, it was just
as much my fault as yours.

I let the guy run out of the store
with a gun in his hand.

I did it. I did it.

I'll pull over to the side, kid.

Good evening.

I'm the one who made the call.

There's a lady in that house
who's always drunk.

Is she bothering you?

No, but she's got a new baby,
and she drops him all the time.

Tonight, she's in there staggering
around, and I saw her drop him again.

My husband told me
it wasn't any of our business

but I told him
I was gonna call the police.

That's what I did.

- All right, we'll talk with her.
- Thank you.

What do you want?

Good evening, ma'am.

We received a call
that there might be some trouble.

We came over to help.
Do you mind if we step in?

I know how the police help.

Look, lady, we were told
your baby might be in some danger.

How about just letting us look to see if
the kid's okay? We'll be on our way.

Get off my porch.

- Get off! You too.

Out, out, out.

Hey, you can't just go ahead...

Hey! Where's he going?

- He's my baby!

What do you think you're doing?
Just leave him alone.

My God.

You just can't walk in here
without telling me something.

Will ya take it easy!

She put him on the
kitchen table next to an ashtray.

He burned his hand.
Looks like his stomach, too.

I said that's my child.

- Hey, give me my child.
- Take it easy, just take it easy.

All right, get ahold of her.

Give me my baby!

Give me my baby.

- Give it here. It's my baby!

- Let go, Andy. Let go.
- My baby.

You're pulling her apart!

- Don't drop it!
- It's mine. Mine!

Lady, take your fingers...
You're choking your baby!

Pry her fingers loose.

It's my baby. It's my baby.

- Okay, I got her.
- Let go! Let go!

All right, lady, that's it. That's it.

You keep
your filthy hands off of me.

No!

Damn it!

Hey, let me...!

Let me go. Let me go.

You can't take my baby.

Like hell I can't. Get her in the car.

Let's go, lady.

You know, there was a moment there
when I really thought I could kill her.

I mean, I really wanted to kill her.

Maybe I should have killed her.

It would be better off for the child.

- It is tempting.
- It's more than that.

Well...

Stay frosty, kid.
You can't become an avenging angel.

Look out the window.

There's always another asshole
on the street.

You can't stop them all
no matter what you do.

So you do your 20
and take your 40 percent and relax.

- Hi, sweetheart.
- H i.

- How are ya?
- Fine.

Give Daddy a kiss?

All ready for school?

There's a boy I don't like.

Well...

- Hi, honey.
- H i.

- Breakfast?
- No, thanks.

You'll be late for work.

Well, I can fix you some eggs.

No eggs.

That's the trouble
with this all-night watch.

I eat breakfast at 7
before I hit the sack.

And when I get up, I don't want
anything heavier than breakfast.

Then, about 11 o'clock, before I go
back to work, I grab a couple of eggs.

You know, I'm eating
breakfast three times a day.

If it annoys you so much,
why don't you get off the night watch?

It doesn't annoy me,
night watch is okay.

Well, you're complaining.

I'm not...

What the hell is that?

What's going on here?

It's the plumber.
He's promised to be quiet as he can.

Come, Becky, you're gonna be late.
And I'll be late for work.

The plumber?

Dorothy, don't leave me
with the plumber all day.

I gotta get some sleep. Couldn't he
come back in the afternoon, Dorothy?

Dorothy? Dorothy, answer me.

The john hasn't been working right
for three days.

And, unless he came now,
he couldn't come until after 6,

which means he gets time-and-a-half.

Now, the man gets
$18 an hour as it is.

So that means that after 6 o'clock

his time is worth more than
yours and mine put together.

Oh, I see, his time is
more valuable than mine, huh?

I didn't say "valuable".
I said it was worth more.

- What's the difference?
- There's a difference.

Yeah, I know.
I'd like to know what though.

Simply that on the open market,
a man who can make your toilet flush

is worth more money than
a cop and a secretary, combined.

All right, Dorothy.

I know, you're making
the world a better place to live in.

Hey, look, could you please stop
that for just a moment?

Everhere but for us kids at home.

- Here's your mail.
- Thanks.

Aren't you going to open it?

Later.

Just curious.

Curious about my mail?

Curious why you're not curious.

All right, then here,
why don't you just open it yourself?

All right, I will.

"Dear Mr. Fehler.

"The following grades are hereby submitted
for the term ending November 30th:

"Economics 5-A, incomplete.

"Corporate Law 27-A, incomplete."

And there's
two other "incompletes" here.

That's all right, I'm not worried about it.
I'll finish them.

Finish them?
You never even started them.

As far as law school goes,
you'll never get there.

I will, Dorothy, as soon
as I get off the night watch.

It isn't the night watch.
"The night watch"!

Come on, Becky.

Hey, Dorothy, what is it with you?

You have been hounding me
all morning.

What is it?

You're just having a wonderful time.

You like it.
You like being a cop.

Well, of course I like it.
It doesn't mean I'm not working my ass off.

I don't give a damn how hard you work.

You like it, and I don't wanna spend
the rest of my life being a cop's wife.

Then you'd better get
married to somebody else.

- Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Come on, Becky.

Listen, will you do me one favour?

Tell that $18-an-hour asshole
to stop before he breaks the house down.

Why don't you bust him
for disturbing the peace? Becky.

I'm sorry.

I know it's dumb, but I'm scared.

It's not like you can't get hurt
as a cop.

And I miss you.

I don't see you, you know?

It's dumb, but I miss you,
and Becky misses you.

I guess I just feel I don't have enough
attention paid to me, and I get hurt.

Come here.

I know.

I know.

Can I see your driver's licence, please?

You're going to try
and say I ran a red light, huh?

- 3-8-13.
- Man, the light was yellow!

Request wanted, warrant information
on California licence plates...

Step over here, please.

Just got to get your quota,
don't you, man?

No, as a matter of fact,
they passed a new law recently.

I can write as many of these
as I want to now.

Just any nigger would do, wouldn't it?
That's it, ain't it?

And I just happened to be
the one you picked, huh?

This guy's got six warrants out on him,
all moving violations.

- Can you sign this, please?
- I ain't signing that.

All right, you don't have to sign it,
but I want you to get in that patrol car.

If you want to,
you can lock your truck.

- I ain't going.
- I don't think you understand.

- You're under arrest.
- No, you don't understand.

I ain't going nowhere.

3-A-13, 3-A-13,
requesting an ambulance.

137 South San Pedro.

- Over.
- What's he doing?

- What you doing?
- Calling an ambulance.

There's no accident around here.

I know, but there's gonna be
if you don't get in that patrol car.

Guess I'm getting in the car.

You better cancel that ambulance,
Roy.

I never called an ambulance.

You mean you were bluffing?

That's right.

First time I ever laughed
on the way to jail.

You know, when that guy
thought I called an ambulance

he got so unglued
he didn't even know what to say.

Tell you the truth, neither did I.

Well, don't worry about it,
I won't tell anybody else, not even Whitey.

How about if I buy you
a cup of coffee, smart-ass?

All right.

You know, I love it.

I really love it in the streets.

I don't think I love
anything else so much.

I know.

Oh, hey.

A picture of my newest grandchild.

Yeah, she's a beauty.

When I retire next year,
I'm gonna live with my daughter.

Hey, how about Mabel's?

It's a new doughnut shop.

I hear their coffee's so bad you can
pour it in your battery.

But it's free, and so is the doughnut.

- You look in that liquor store?
- No, why?

Nobody behind the counter.

- Maybe they're in the back room.
- Maybe.

Let's take a look, anyway.

I'll take the back.
You request help and cover the front.

Right.

3-A-13.

Officers need help.

113 and Western.

2-11 in progress. Over.

Oh, my God.

Get this car the hell out of here.

I'll get an ambulance.

Dr. Taylor, Dr. David Taylor...

Andy, have you ever been shot?

No, not even nicked.

I wonder if I could take it.

What?

What Roy's going through.

They say a stomach wound's
the most painful of anything.

Well, if it hurts, it hurts,
whether you can take it or not.

Dr. Browne, Dr. Ross Browne...

Yeah.

Except somebody fired point-blank
at him and it almost cut him in two.

It's like dying without dying.

Roy's got to be different now,
doesn't he?

Yes, I suppose he does at that.

When do you think
we'll be able to see him?

Well, he's been out of intensive care
about seven-and-a-half-hours now.

I guess he's still
a little dopey, though.

I know, I know.

He's gonna be fine.

Yes, this time.

Four, five weeks,
he'll be out of here.

Few months of light duty,
and then...

Yes, then what?

Back in the streets.

Walking around like a target.

You mustn't look at it that way.

Oh, how should I look at it?
Tell me, how did your wife look at it?

- We had our problems.
- Who cares if he gets killed?

You think people care?
People don't care.

Just another cop
as far as they're concerned.

And it's going to get worse,
not better.

Oh, Andy, help me.

He listens to you.
Tell him he's got to quit.

I can't.

He's his own man.
He's doing what he wants to do.

And I want you to go home
and get some rest and stop thinking.

Mr. Kilvinsky, you can go in now.

Dr. Carmen, Dr. Kenneth Carmen.

Hiya, partner.

Hey, Andy.

You need anything from the nurse?

Gus and everybody
wants to see you.

I don't wanna see anybody,
not yet.

I feel so dumb.

I don't wanna see anybody.
I really don't.

Okay, partner. Okay.

- Oh, Christ!
- You want me to get the doctor?

Oh, no.
They gave me all they could give me.

God, it just keeps tightening.

Tightening.

I feel like I'm glued together.

Are you the one who called?

The bastards threatened
to shoot me.

- Who?
- Damn wetbacks.

They're two months behind
in their rent.

I've tried to be patient.

A man has got expenses.
You think my creditors are gonna wait?

- They pull a gun on you?
- Just like 'em.

Well, we can't evict,
but we can investigate a gun charge.

- What apartment are they in?
- Upstairs, in the back.

You talk to them.

Tell them to pay up
or you'll throw 'em the hell out.

- What's he say?
- They don't have a gun.

And even if they did, they wouldn't
use it for a stupid thing like this.

Ask them about the rent
and let's get out of here.

He's got last month's receipt.

So the landlord is lying.

They're not two months behind.
Only 10 days.

He says they lost their jobs,
but they're starting new ones today.

And they'll be able to pay him
next week.

Well, the man says they're wetbacks.
Is that true?

How much does he charge them
to live here?

$50 each, for the month.

Each?

Fifty each for this?

You son of a bitch.

- Goddamned extortionist.
- Sarge.

I'll sue you. I'll sue the city.

- Three hundred bucks a month?
- I'm a taxpayer.

I'll have your ass for this.

I'll get them spics deported. I'll call
Immigration. I know where they work.

- I'll call their boss.
- You'll do nothing.

All right, they're wetbacks.
They're here illegally.

But they're breaking their asses
to make a buck.

Doing bottom-of-the-barrel jobs
that nobody else wants.

And a creep like you
is gonna hassle them?

All right, you call Immigration.

You go right ahead.

I'll call the Health Department,
the rat catchers and Building and Safety.

And, if that doesn't work, I'll come
back and I'll beat the shit out of you.

You'll wish to God
you'd never seen me.

Hey, take it easy.

Listen, I played two-and-a-half hours
of handball.

I ran three or four laps.
I'm getting myself in terrific shape.

Yeah, you are.

- How do you like it on the desk?
- Oh, I've just had it.

I mean, it's hardly fascinating.
It's so boring.

All I do is tell everybody
how I got shot.

Yeah, they all want to be reassured
that it couldn't happen to them.

- And they want you to reassure them.
- Right.

Ah, you'll be back on patrol soon,
anyway.

I hope so.

It'll sure be good
to get back on the streets.

But after Andy retires,
it won't be the same.

I'll probably transfer
to the Vice Squad.

I wish you well.

1-A-58, roger on the call.

Man,
I hate these damn silent alarms.

I wonder why this early.

There's not much money in the till
at this hour.

Around here, man,
cats'll burn you down for $10.

Wait a minute.

What do you want?

What's in the bag?

Freeze or your head's coming off.

Cool it. Cool it.

Out of my way.

Hold it! Stay back there.

Let me go.

Get out of the way.

Get an ambulance.

Only natural.
Everybody's scared.

I'm not scared.

I'm not scared.

If we can have the attention
of the Wright brothers

maybe we can get down to work.

Before I read the crimes,

I wanna give you a report
on the supervisors' meeting today.

Here's another goddamn interpretation
from our Supreme Court.

Something about only the room
that you arrest the guy in

being under his control.

Don't ask me what it means.

Just pick up a copy
of the new rules

and get somebody who's smarter
than I am to explain it to you.

- Thanks for everything, Sergeant.
- Andy.

You're in trouble.

Good luck.

- Good luck, Andy.
- Don't catch too many fish.

Good luck.

- Adios, wetback.
- Adios, Andy.

- Take care of yourself.
- Good luck.

- We're gonna miss you.
- Take care, Andy.

I didn't think you'd really pull the pin,
Andrew.

Well, you know,
25 years is enough, Whitey.

Yeah, once you pull that pin, Andy,
you gotta let her go.

Blow up in your face.

I'm gonna live with my daughter.
She's gonna have a baby.

Congratulations, Grandpa.
That's great.

You guys gotta come and see me,
meet the family.

- Sure.
- Sure.

Read the crimes, Sergeant,
before I start bawling.

This goddamn Kilvinsky's gonna
make me cry with all this goodbye shit.

I don't have to stay around here
and take all this abuse.

Had a kind of interesting homicide
this afternoon.

Some dude told his old lady
she was a bum,

so she shot him. Twice.

He fell off the porch
and broke his leg

and she polished him off
with a kitchen knife.

- Hey, Sarge.
- What?

- Maybe she was a bum lay.

I'm glad I'm out of it.

We're through. We're finished.
You know that, don't you?

Hey, come on, Andy,
you know better than that.

No, I don't. Not anymore.

We can't hold the line anymore.

Yeah, but, you know,
things change.

People change. Last year, everybody's
screaming about lack of freedom.

This year, they're screaming
about lack of control.

Yeah, but something else
is happening this time.

The 'don'ts'.

The 'don'ts' are dying.

First, the vice laws die, and then the
misdemeanors and then the felonies.

Easy to get rid of crime.
All you do is change the law.

No law against selling dope...
dope's not a crime.

No law against robbing banks...
bang! Ain't no bank robber.

Fighting crime is getting very easy.

Well, let the assholes change the laws
and get rid of crime.

They can't get rid of evil.

Laws change, people don't.

Never get rid of evil, never.

It sounds like all these years,
you've been trying to bust the Devil.

Oh, the public don't understand.

Lawyers, judges don't understand.

They only see the criminals.

We see the victims.

We know what crime does to people.
We see 'em like nobody else does.

Yeah, you're right.

Maybe you can't change people,
but you can help them.

Maybe not much,
maybe it's a losing battle.

Maybe they don't like us,
but I think they need us.

I think they always have.

I mean, even the Romans
had the centurions to keep the peace.

And they were unsupported,
unhonoured, disliked, just like us.

But they held the line,
for a while.

Until Rome was finally overrun
by Barbarians.

Yeah.

Well, here's to the new centurions.

Let's hope they do a better job
than the old ones.

You must be Feller, huh?

Fehler.

- Phillips.
- H i.

- Simeone.
- H i.

- Ranatti.
- How are you?

Good to have you.

- You already met Gant, huh?
- Right.

I was briefing him on the chicken shit
expense allowance we get here.

Gant, Sgt. Anders wanted me to talk
to you about that Ruby Castle bust.

He still thinks you
and Ranatti exaggerated your report.

You don't think I'd perjure myself,
do you? How about you, Ranatti?

Hell, we're the only ones to ever have
a case against Ruby Castle.

If Anders don't buy it, screw him.

Just because he's bucking to be
the youngest captain on the L.A.P.D.,

even if it kills us.

Sergeant Anders.

Roy Fehler. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- Welcome aboard, Fehler.
- Thank you.

Be seated.

Tonight, we work trash patrol.

- Oh, not again.
- Oh, no, not again.

All right, knock it off.

Let's move out.

What a pain in the ass.
I forgot, I wore my good clothes.

What's the matter? Either way,
you go home smelling like garbage.

Fehler, now you can
tell your friends you're a G-man.

But don't tell them
the G is for garbage.

Did you find something, Fehler?

- Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.
- Go on.

A corned beef on rye, a blueberry
cheese blintz and a Tampax.

Did you guys find anything?

Did you find anything, Gant?

Garbage, garbage.

Dirty, rotten, stinking,
lousy, filthy garbage.

All right, all right.

I realize that trash night
is a dirtyjob.

But I have it on good authority
that these trash cans

came from one of the biggest
bookie organisations in this city.

We're bound to find
some betting markers here.

Now, keep looking, men.

Nobody said
that police work was easy.

This could be the big break
I'm looking for.

This could be bigger than all of us.

Let me warn you about fruits.
They can look like anybody.

Big manly guys with wives and kids,
good jobs.

Or they can be professional men,
or even cops.

When they find out you're the law,
those sons of bitches come uncorked.

So get the cuffs on 'em fast.

I say don't get yourself hurt
for a lousy misdemeanor pinch

that don't mean a damn in court,
anyway.

You know
what the average fruit gets?

- No.
- About a $50 fine and that's it.

So, what am I supposed to do, Sergeant,
Just walk around the lake?

Well, if you wanna swish a little,
go ahead, swish.

Oh, come on, come on,
that's entrapment.

I'll worry about the law.

You just do the job
you're being paid to do.

Yeah, well,
I'm not being paid to swish.

I'm going to ignore
that statement, Fehler.

Now, you won't have any trouble
recognizing him.

Six-foot-six, all muscle.

He's a lumberjack from Oregon.

Comes down here
to get his rocks off.

Oh, man, this is a shitty
and degrading job.

Somebody's got to do it.

But as far as I'm concerned,
you don't have to let him feel your joint.

If it looks like he's making a move
to honk you, you just grab his hand.

Then he's under arrest.

- Okay, Fehler?
- Thanks, Sergeant.

All right. Get out there.

Don't forget to swish!

It's a lovely evening, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

The moon is beautiful.

I like to watch the ripples.

Don't you?

I don't really think
about it too much.

All right, that's it!

Come on, boys. Go get him.

Get him.

I got him. I got...

Don't let him get away.

Help! Police!

Police!

Help!

Roy?

Dorothy?

What are you doing here?
When did you get home?

A little while ago.

What a nice surprise.

- Is Becky asleep?
- No.

Becky stayed in San Francisco
with Mother.

H i.

I wasn't expecting you
till the weekend.

I'm glad to see you, though.

Boy, did we have a night.
Jesus.

A bunch of us went down
to MacArthur Park to bust fruits.

And what happened?

Well, we staked the joint out,

and we ended up wrestling in the lake
with some poor fruit.

I mean, it really bothered me.

Here I am, a grown man.

I'm supposed
to be protecting society.

And I feel like I'm more depraved
than that poor guy.

I don't know.
It just disturbed me, that's all.

Roy, I'm leaving you.

You're what?

When did you decide this?

I don't know.

It's been coming
on a long time, I guess.

I guess after Kilvinsky retired

and you decided to stay on
and go on to Vice.

I guess that's what did it.

Yeah, but, Dorothy, I'm...

I hate this assignment.

- I'm not gonna be doing this forever.
- It doesn't matter, Roy.

It doesn't have anything to do
with that.

And it has nothing to do with your
being a policeman anymore.

And it's not because I'm a girl
who doesn't like to be alone.

Or because I worry about you.

I stopped worrying about you
months ago.

I learned months ago
to go to bed by myself.

It's none of those
dumb cliche reasons, Roy.

Then what is it?

I just don't care anymore.

Why?

Oh, Roy.

What about Becky?

What about her?

I'm her father. You're taking
my daughter away from me.

I can't help that.

Hey, Dorothy, you're taking
my daughter away from me!

No! You've done that, Roy.

You risked too much, Roy.

Your health, your life, your family.

For what? To keep some psychotic kid
from holding up a liquor store?

I don't understand that, Roy.

I grew up in a house
where those you love come first.

You and Kilvinsky,
you're two of a kind.

Only the sad thing is that
you could have been something better.

- Goodbye, Roy.
- Wait a minute.

Before you go,
I'd just like to ask you something.

In all the time we were together,
did you ever say:

"Whatever you wanna do, Roy,
I'll back you up.

"I'll see it through, no matter what."

You know, when I quit school

you gave me the feeling
that I cheated you.

It was like I'd deprived
you of something more.

That my being a policeman
wasn't good enough.

Well, that's what I am.

But you want something more.

You don't want me.

So go on, fly home to Mother.

If it brings you any comfort,
let's leave it that way.

I let you down.

I'm not letting Becky go.

Dorothy, do you hear me?

I'm not letting her go!

Get a haircut.

- Been eating at Fat Jacks' again?
- That's right, Sergeant.

The top stains above the tie bar
look like chicken gumbo.

What are the others,
barbeque sauce?

With green pepper, Sir.

When do you change the oil
on this tie?

Every 10,000 miles, Sergeant.

All right, let's get out in the street.
Dismissed.

Yes, Sir, what can we do for you?

- I used to work in this division.
- Hang on.

Yeah?

Great.

Well, what can I do for you?

My name's Kilvinsky. I...

Now that's what I call
one hell of a guy!

Comes all the way from Florida
just to give old Marty a cupie doll.

What are you doing here?

- What are you doing around here?
- I'm just checking up on you.

His daughter kicked him
out of Florida.

- They got a small house.
- Where can we reach you?

- I'll be around. I'll look for work.
- You shouldn't have trouble.

- Andy!
- Hey, Roy.

- Hey, we gotta go.
- Okay.

- Nice seeing you.
- Stop in again.

- All right.
- Good to see you.

Johnson, this is the guy
I was telling you about.

This is Andy Kilvinsky.
He used to own this division.

- How do you do?
- Fine.

- I'll see you out at the car.
- Okay.

Come on, walk me out.
Good to see you.

- Yes.
- When did you get here?

- Can we get together later on?
- Wait a minute.

How's Florida?

With those three grandchildren
and that little house

I think I was better off
in the street.

This is for Becky.

Oh, thanks, Andy. I'll send it to her.

She's up in San Francisco
with her mother.

Well, what else is new?

Well, I'm off Vice.

That's always good to hear.

Dorothy's divorcing me.

- Oh, for sure?
- Yeah, for sure.

She met some realtor in Sausalito.

He's a nice guy, apparently.

Owns a helicopter.

- Gee, it's good to see you, Andy.
- You too.

You won't believe this town,
how it's changed.

I'll bet.

I'll have to show you around.
Have to get together, you free?

- Hell, yes.
- Good.

Where can I reach you?

Well, I'll leave my number
at the desk.

OK, I'll give you a call.

- Andy?
- Yeah?

Nothing. I'll talk to you.

Roy? Andy.

Did I wake you?

Oh, gee, I didn't mean to wake you.
I'm sorry.

Fine, fine, fine.

Sorry I woke you.
I didn't mean to wake you.

Hell, no. I'm not drunk.

I repeat myself all the time
without any help at all.

You'll do it next year,
you wait and see.

Listen, er...

What are you doing?

No, I mean tomorrow.

Besides that.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well, erm...

Give Becky my love, huh?

Yeah.

Listen, wait a second, will you?

Did I ever tell you
about the old guy on the porch

who used to sit in the wicker chair
and would call the station every week?

Yeah, and he'd
always say the same thing, see.

He'd say, "I just come home
and there's a man in the house.

"And I don't know him and he's just
staring at me out here, you know,

"and I was inside and I got scared
I run out on the porch

"and I called you, and he's still here.

"He's just sitting in there, rocking.

"Lord, I think he's a crazy man."

And I'd come over, you know,

and I'd go in the house.
Of course, the house was empty, right?

And I'd wait a few minutes,
and I'd say:

"All right, now you get outta here.

"And don't come back."

And then I'd go to the back door.

You know, I'd slam it real hard
and make a lot of noise.

Then I'd come out to the porch again,
I'd say:

"All right, it's okay,
you can go back inside.

"It's safe now. He's gone."

And the old guy would come over
and he'd thank me, you know,

tears in his eyes.

And then the next week, he'd call,
and he'd do the same thing.

And I'd come over,
and I'd do the same thing.

I wonder what ever
happened to him.

I don't mean the guy
who was chasing him,

I mean the guy on the front porch.

There's a point to that whole story,
I don't know what it is right now.

Yeah, well, look, er...

You stay frosty
and I'll be talking to you.

Bye.

Hey, Roy.
What do you think about Kilvinsky?

Johnson.

You pick up the toys
and I'll go find a black and white.

Yeah, right.

- Who is it?
- Police officers.

Just a minute.

Good evening, ma'am.

I understand
you've had some trouble?

I'm Officer Fehler,
this is Officer Johnson.

You know, these wafer locks
aren't worth anything.

Now you tell me.

What all's missing?

Oh, my colour TV, wristwatch,

Polaroid camera, all my clothes.

Just about everything
that was worth a damn.

May I have your name, please?

Lorrie Hunt.

- Miss or Mrs?
- Miss.

Would you like some coffee?

Okay, thanks.

- Would you?
- No, thanks.

Well, I'm gonna fortify mine.

I know you guys
can't drink on duty.

The print people will be here
in a while, so try not to touch anything.

I'll check on the radio, Roy.
I'll see you below.

Okay, kid.

Good night, miss.
And we're very sorry about all this.

It's all right.

Listen, if you don't mind,

I'd like to forget the coffee,
but I wouldn't mind a drink.

- Be my guest.
- Thanks.

It doesn't hurt to bend the rules
every now and again.

Fehler?

Does that name
mean something to you?

I know you.

You do?

I think I know about you.

- How?
- I'm a nurse.

I was on the floor when they brought
you in with a shotgun wound.

You don't get too many of those.

You surprised everybody.

I did? How?

By being alive.

Are you all right?

No.

Thanks for the drink.

We'll be in touch with you.

Good night.

Er, listen...

If you like, I could stop by a little later
after I'm off work, around one.

What for?

Well, just to see if you're okay.

I'll be all right.

I'd like to.

I'll be all right by myself.
Thanks.

Okay.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Johnson,
you look absolutely beautiful.

I got cigarette ash on my uniform.
I just wanted to see if it was all off.

Well, it's all gone.

You look great.

Look, I wanna take a run over
to the call box at 81st and Hoover.

I wanna use a call box.

Let's go.

Okay, Roy. What for?

I wanna use a call box.

Now a palm full of mints
and a quick cigarette.

And you hope nobody'll
smell it on your breath.

I don't want a boozer
for a partner.

I can't depend on him.

Okay, kid.
Whatever you say.

Hey, look at that chick
coming towards us, right over there.

Follow her.
Make a right right here.

I'll be damned, it's Silverpants!

Look at those silver pants.
Isn't she beautiful?

She is the heaviest hooker in town.

Hey! Hey, Silverpants!

Slow down, slow down.
Stop the car.

Wait here.
I'm gonna give her a little zoom-o.

Hey, Silverpants, don't go away.
I wanna talk to you.

Hey, baby.

Hey.

What's the matter?
Don't you remember who I am?

Why don't you bust somebody
for parking overtime?

Because I'd much rather take a look
at your driver's licence

and your registration.

- What for?
- Come on, I'd like to.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.
Let's go.

Hey, you got no right!
That's illegal search.

Wait a minute. Just be polite.

Watch it.

Oh, Silverpants, I smell trouble.

Oh, God.

Oh, Silverpants,
you're in real trouble now.

This smells like good grass.

You know
I'll have to take you in.

Look, I just got out of jail.

Not again, please.

I'm sorry, I gotta take you in.
You're under arrest.

- Gimme the keys.
- All right, you son of a bitch!

What are you doing?!

What're you doing? You're crazy!
You're gonna kill us.

- Get off the car.
- I can't!

Stop the car!
Come on, I won't bust you. Stop!

- What are you doing? Are you mad?
- Get out!

Die, you dirty bastard, die!

Jump or I'll scrape you off.

Oh, God, stop the car, will you?

Watch it. Watch it!

Stop it!

I'll kill you, you fucking pig!

Look out!

Look out!

Look out.

Look out!

Look out.
Oh, please!

Urgh!

Who is it?

Roy Fehler.

Oh, my God.

What happened?

I just took a little joy ride.

I'll get a doctor.

No, I don't want a doctor.

I don't need any doctor.
No doctors.

Yes, you do.

What happened?

Couldn't hold on.

Well, I couldn't let go.

What?

I tried to hold on, but I tried to let go.

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

It doesn't matter.

Look...

I'm sorry, I...

I didn't wanna bother you, it's just...

I know how you felt,
but I had to see you.

I had to come over here.

You understand?

Yes, I understand.

You're gonna be all right.

I'm gonna take care of you.

All right.

- H i.
- H i.

- Sorry I'm late.
- That's okay.

Well, how'd it go?

Three week suspension.

That's not so bad.

No.

Actually, I guess
they gave me a break.

I could have pulled
a lot more time than that.

The thing is, I don't really know
if I wanna go back.

I mean, you stop to think about it.
What is there to recommend it?

Nothing, unless it happens
to be the thing you wanna do.

At least you have three weeks
to figure it out.

Okay.

You ever been married?

No.

How come?

Maybe I don't believe in it.

There was this guy,
basketball player.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

So, what happened?

- Why I'm not with him?
- Yeah.

Well, I work nights,
and I like myjob,

and he wanted me to
travel with the games.

I guess I missed
one game too many.

Why are you smiling?

I'm glad.

I'm glad you missed the game.

- Hello.
- Hello, yourself.

I'm in the kitchen, honey.

Really?

- Hello.
- Hello.

Something smells good.

It's the dinner I'm burning.

Looks like a feast.

- It is.
- Mmmm.

I thought since it's your first day back,
we could celebrate.

Great.

Well, tell me.
How did it go?

All right.

Felt pretty good all day long.

Did it go the way you expected?

Well...

It was different.

I mean, it wasn't the same way
as when I was working with Andy.

You know, I used to think
that being a policeman

was the most important thing in my life.

I guess Andy helped me feel that way.

But, as far as I'm concerned,
he was wrong.

What?

I thought you told me he was
the best policeman you ever saw.

Well, actually, I guess he was more
of an artist than a policeman.

I mean,
he did everything his own way.

If the law didn't cover a problem,
Kilvinsky did.

Kilvinsky's law.

I guess he felt that his work was
the most important thing in his life.

Well, don't you feel that
way about your work?

No.

Not anymore.

Not since I met you.

Come here.

You know something?

What?

You are more important to me
than anything I can do in the streets.

You're more important to me
than anything I can do. Period.

I never knew that before,
but I do now.

I know you're more important
to me than anything.

- Major 415...
- Let's go. We got some action.

Guy's got the gun.
Let's go get him.

I'll take the driver.

Hold it!

Drop it.

Come on now, drop it.

Drop it!

All right,
drop it or I'll take your head off.

Somewhere
under the Whittier Avenue bridge.

Get in the car.

I put a call in for assistance.

Good.

- What happened, Sergio?
- I lost him.

I'd give a thousand bucks to get
another shot at the son of a bitch.

Let's go, Serge.

Serge.

Hey, come on, Serge.

- Hey, come on, man.
- Sergio, come on. Forget it, man.

Hey, Serge.

Hey, Sergio, come on!

Serge!

You know something?

I feel great.

Let's book these dudes,
and let's get us some breakfast.

You know, sometimes I think
I made a mistake by being a cop.

- They made a mistake, anyway.
- How's that?

Well, I'm now getting $990 a month
for bumping heads in gang fights

and breaking cars.

$990 a month
for what I used to do for free.

Wasn't it more fun
when it was free?

No, it's more fun now.

- Hey, Gus, how's school?
- Oh, yeah, you're going to school, huh?

He's already passed
his sergeant's exam.

We're gonna be working for him
before you know it, Sergio.

You'll make a great sergeant, Gus.

Thanks.

Well, I'm getting married.

Oh, yeah?

I'm not gonna be
any goddamn sergeant,

but I'm getting married.

Hey, congratulations.

You know, I've been thinking
of trying that again myself.

Who is she?

Just a girl.

Damndest girl I ever met.

It's too bad people
don't sleep all the time.

Why don't we tell her
to call the cops?

My old man kicked me in the ribs.

I think he broke something.

I gotta get back inside.

What the hell
are you getting paid for?

We'll have a talk with him.

You can't talk to him. He's crazy.

I'm not going in. He said
he'd kill me if I called the cops.

- What apartment is he in?
- Upstairs, in the rear of this building.

No, no. Don't, don't.

Jesus.

Not in the stomach.

Not...

I'll get an ambulance!

It can't happen now.

Not now.

I'm just starting to know.

Not now.

- It can't happen again.
- Somebody get a blanket.

It can't happen now.

Take it easy.

I don't want it to happen now.

Don't talk.

When I was just beginning to know.

I know.

I know, Lorrie.

You what?

I know, know...

He's dead.

Please!
Would somebody throw a blanket?!

Amen.

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