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(indistinct chattering)

MAN: I need a ride home later on, okay?

WOMAN: See that coat over there?

(chattering continues)

All right. Item 14.

We've still got a gang
of juveniles at 119th Street

hitting on old people,
cashing Social Security checks.

(indistinct chattering)

So, uh, how about
let's give that situation

a little extra effort, huh?

MAN: Hear, hear!

All right. Item 15. Item 15!

At this point in time,
we got the same purse snatcher

working wolf from the projects on South.

(a man coughs)

He's a male black, age approximately 30,

6'6" tall, medium build.

He's further described
as wearing a long blond wig...

-(laughing)
-...powder blue cocktail-type dress

gathered in little tucks at the waist.

-(laughing continues)
-Ain't that sweet?

(jeering)

Item 16: gang homicides.

We had two last night.

There are gonna be reprisals.

You got anything to add to that, Lamonica?

Yes, Sarge. Looks like
the 124th Street gang done it.

Oh, pure genius, Lamonica.

-No kidding!
-All right, last item.

Last item is a directive from
Divisional Commander Swanson.

(groaning)

Concerning the alleged carrying
of bizarre and unauthorized weapons

by the officers of this precinct.

Said officers are hereby warned

to immediately surrender such weapons

to the custody of their sergeant
or face disciplinary action.

-(officers murmuring)
-Said weapons inspection starts now!

(murmurous chattering)

All right, that's it. Let's roll.

Hey, let's be careful out there.

(chattering continues)

So she's standing
in her apartment door in her bathrobe,

see, and showing me her driver's license.

She says, "Renko, the time has come.
Let's get on it and get it on."

-Get on it and get it on, huh?
-Get on it and get it on!

Hey, Renko, hold on, hold on.

Did you grow some recently?

No, no, it's my boots. They make me tall.

Actually, they're your basic dress boots.

Oh, they're nice, Renko. Real nice.

They make you look, uh, strong.

Stronger than a mare's breath, my friend.

(men whistling, laughing)

Oh, no.

Now, don't you be doing that to me!

You tell that girl
next time she comes in here

to have some respect
for an officer of the law.

You move it, hair bag!

-(indistinct chattering)
-MAN: Belker.

I said move!

Hey, this is a rout!

(growling)

-He's crazy!
-Right this way, ladies.

Your accommodations are ready.
Smoking or nonsmoking?

WOMAN (on radio):
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

-Armed robbery in progress.
-(sirens whooping)

See Surplus Store,
corner of People's Drive and 124th Street.

(theme music playing)

-MAN: I'm glad.
-Whoo!

(speaking Spanish)

-What? What?
-(indistinct shouting)

What are you looking at?
What are you looking at?

(shouts in Spanish)

(shouting in Spanish)

-BOY: Let go, man!
-Hey! Hey! Hey!

I told you to shut up!

Or I'm gonna send you all
to a psychiatrist.

(quiet chattering)

(shouts in Spanish) You die, huh!

Look at this.

You got the address wrong
on their warrant.

Captain, we never should've
stopped doing these in pencil.

So when the man understandably
objects to being arrested,

Earps here hits him with a board.

We had to, boss.
We couldn't get his attention.

Get him outta here. Buy him breakfast.

Tell him we owe him one.

And don't hurt him anymore.
Don't touch him.

Don't even shake his hand!

I don't know, Phil.

We all err, Francis.

What?

Grade school
and precinct visitation program?

Sure we got one.
We've had one up here for years.

WOMAN (over phone):
To interface with the police.

To interface with the police experience.
I see.

WOMAN (over phone):
Yes, I knew you would understand.

Yeah, ma'am. Yeah, well, ma'am?

Ma'am, why not take my word for it?

I doubt there's a kid in this district

who hasn't interfaced
with the police experience.

Interfaced?

Okay, gorgeous, come on.

-Let's go save the public.
-Mm-hmm.

-It's her, man. She's back.
-(phone ringing)

(men chattering lustfully)

-(speaking Spanish)
-Uh-huh.

(man whistles, coughs)

All right, Furillo.
I want him and I want him now.

-Where is he?
-Where is who?

Ray, would you instruct the lady
to please have a seat outside--

My client is due in court
in exactly 45 minutes!

Now, where is he?

WOMAN: Ten-four.

(indistinct chattering)

(chattering continues)

Care for a little while you're waiting?

Sure. Why not.

-Cream in your coffee?
-No, thank you.

I'm Detective John LaRue.

That's nice.

Oh, may I?

Oh, those are beautiful.

Do you know what they're worth
by the ounce?

Are you quite finished?

No, ma'am.

I never seem to quite finish
for hours and hours.

Miss Davenport,
the captain will see you now.

What about it?
Is he here or is he elsewhere?

Don't get excited, Counselor,
we're working on it.

How's this for logic, Furillo?

If he's not here,
and if he's not elsewhere,

-he's lost.
-We didn't say that, Counselor.

-DAVENPORT: You lost my client.
-Not lost, per se.

-Misplaced is more like it.
-Look, Ms. Davenport,

the way it lays out is this.

-Besides being a pervert,--
-Alleged pervert.

Mr. Thorpe, because he convinced
the duty officer he was claustrophobic,

got transferred to County Medical.

I called County Medical.
He's not there either.

Now, that isn't necessarily true.

A prisoner might be there,
or might not be there,

-in an official sense--
-For that matter,

he could be in transit between facilities.

Or he could've gotten on the wrong bus.

You know, those buses from county lockup
are not legibly marked.

Francis, we oughta interface
with County on that one.

Never in my entire life have I
listened to so much incompetence

covered up by so much unmitigated crap!

And don't think for one minute, Furillo,

that the court
isn't going to hear about this.

Because, if I am not mistaken,
you are sitting in contempt.

Counselor, suppose we drive off

-that bridge when we come to it.
-That's so typically fascist!

Now, if you'll excuse us…

Find my client, Furillo,

or I swear, I'll have you up on charges.

Mm, that young woman
has a very handsome carriage.

With 20 more pounds, she would be perfect.

Call around, will you, Ray?

-Huh?
-Put a flag out on him.

(phone ringing)

-(screaming)
-You're crazy, man!

(shouting continues)

Hey, guys, break it up!

(screaming continues)

MAN: Somebody get this guy!

-(shouting continues)
-I got him! I got him!

-WOMAN: Hey, a little help!
-(screaming continues)

-Break it up!
-(indistinct shouting)

MAN: Let me up!

(growling, snarling)

-I got ya!
-Don't do it! No biting!

No biting, Mick.

MAN: Okay, just keep him down here.

-You promised me, Captain.
-WOMAN: Take it easy!

-MAN: Get his legs!
-FURILLO: Take it easy, Mick.

You know, that's not fair!

No, that's not fair!

All right, two years ago I bit off a nose.

That's one lousy nose!

I'm branded for life here!
"Belker the biter."

Do you think I don't know
what I'm called behind my back?

Do you think I don't know?

(chattering continues)

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Nobody's gonna hurt you. Ya hear me?

We're gonna take you to the hospital now.

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you, huh?

Don't think I don't know
who was copping the cheap feel

during the fight, huh? Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, baby. You're okay, honey.

-You're okay, kid. Hold onto me.
-I got him back here.

-Hold right onto me. That's good.
-Get his head. Lucy, get his head.

MAN: Can we make some room here?
Coming through here now.

Bad scene.
Sorry you had to see it come down.

You certainly did your part to help out.

I'm undercover.
Hey, look, this is a war zone here, huh?

Come on. Let's talk about you.

What are you like when you,
uh, let your hair down?

My hair is down.

HILL: Yeah, she's a special woman, Cowboy.

RENKO: They all are
for the first six weeks.

You know, huh?

You've never stuck
with one woman for six hours.

Well, they can't handle me
any longer than that.

What about these kids?
Don't that bother you?

Well, I thought it might, but it doesn't.

It's like they're my own.

Well, I always hate to see
a good animal get his spirit broke.

(chuckles)

(dispatcher indistinct)

-RENKO: Uh-oh.
-Let's hit it!

-(siren wailing)
-(upbeat music playing)

(tires screeching)

Stay down there, Renko!

All right, you boys in there,

now you come out
with your hands held high!

-I don't think they heard me.
-Get that feeling, do you?

I said come out!

-(shouts)
-Mama bless me!

It may or may not be
a hostage situation in that liquor store.

-We don't know that yet, Commander.
-We're still sealing the zone.

And we won't know that
until we've interfaced

with the perpetrators.

-(siren wailing)
-MAN: I don't want anybody hurt here!

Move back!

Hello, operator?

This is Detective Henry Goldblume,
Hill Street Station.

We have an emergency situation here.

Would you please…

please break into 555-7683

and tell them that this is
a police priority call

and would they please
relinquish the phone?

-OPERATOR: Thank you.
-Thank you very much.

Can you believe this?

-Yeah?
-You're gonna have to hang up,

and he'll call you back.

-Thank you.
-(phone rings)

-Yeah?
-Yes, that'll be--

-How much?
-Ten cents.

Are you teething,
or are you just stopping smoking?

My two-year-old is stopping smoking.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

DISPATCHER: This is Hill Street.
We need a status report. Over.

Yeah, we got six units on the scene now,
but we're gonna need some crowd control.

We got about 100 people out here already.

Say, what's happening
with that hostage squad?

What are they waiting for? Over.

-On their way.
-All right.

-Ten-four.
-(siren wailing)

(indistinct shouting)

(growling)

You hold it right there, hairy!

-(grunts)
-MAN: Move it back!

Listen, lover, let's get outta here

before every dealer
in the neighborhood sees us, hmm?

(siren wailing)

Any luck getting through?

They're talking to the media.
They won't get off the phone.

It's a zoo out there.
Crowd's getting bigger. People everywhere.

We're gonna have a wreck.
No doubt about it.

-(phone rings)
-Yeah? Detective Goldblume.

What's the deal, huh? You don't come
busting into my line, you dig?

Look, I've been talking
to the media, you know,

and they know what's going down here.

So you don't try
and jerk me around, you understand?

'Cause I'm negotiating
the rights to my life story.

Yeah, okay. Just talk to me
and we'll sort this thing out, son.

-Call me Henry. What's your name?
-Why? (laughs)

-You wanna take me out on a date?
-How old are you?

I can't hear you.
There's too much static on this line.

You gotta talk up louder, man.

-How old are you?
-(speaking Spanish)

(Spanish continues)

Listen, son, nobody's been hurt yet,

so if you come out right now,
we can go somewhere and talk.

Man, the hell with that.

You just get me Jesus Martinez
on this phone now, you dig?

Who's Jesus Martinez?

He's talking about
the warlord of Los Diablos.

-Find him.
-Come on, man. Don't give me that.

You don't know who Jesus Martinez is?

-Meantime, keep this line open.
-Damn, man, you're stupid.

You don't know nothing!

Keep the flow of dialogue.
Know what I mean?

Maybe you can tell me
what's troubling you.

What's troubling me, huh?
Well, what's troubling me is you, chump.

(kisses)

-(indistinct chattering)
-(sighs)

How the hell can I create
an ambience of trust

under these conditions?

I don't like the term EATer, Frank.
It's offensive.

-I wouldn't take it so personally, Howard.
-It's more than that--

Emergency Action Team
takes too long to say.

What's the scenario out there?

We've got a couple of Puerto Ricans
holding hostages in a liquor store

in the 1800 block of Dekker Avenue.

Well, just say the word, and we'll deploy.

I'm sending in Goldblume.

See if we can open communication,
diffuse the situation.

-It's by the book, Howard.
-Goldblume!

Goldblume couldn't diffuse
a roll of kosher toilet paper.

-If you get my thrust.
-That's not necessarily accurate, Howard.

-I've seen the man work.
-Could I say something here?

Phil, Ray, do you mind?

Could I have the floor here for a second?

-Howard.
-Please, Frank,

we're in a discretionary situation.

I'd hate to have it said that
we had the manpower available

and chose to underreact.

Let me spell it out for you.
You've got a dangerous number

of environmentally handicapped types
out there.

Two hours from now,
that number's gonna quadruple.

-What's your point, Howard?
-The point is

that I would like free reign
to neutralize that liquor store.

Make an example of it.

Don't hamstring us, Frank.

My guys need the validation.

Don't get sucked into a riot situation.
You're too nice a guy.

All right, go down there. Low profile.

But I don't want you taking
anything into your own hands

unless you get a direct order
from me, you got that?

(exhales) It's your precinct.

I appreciate that, Howard.

It's a gut check, Frank.

And you wouldn't wanna be
accused of having a bunch of daisies

where your cinch belt ought to be.

Well, why don't you go
down there and tell those kids--

Six more units, rooftop surveillance--

I really hate you, Frank!

Hello, Fay.

You know, this place stinks!
It makes me nauseous.

You remember Phil Esterhaus
and Ray Calletano?

Frank, the check bounced.

-What?
-Not only that,

but you brought Frank Jr. home
from the hockey game last night

with a 102 fever.

-Where's your brain?
-Fay, I'm in the middle of a crisis here.

You bet you are! My crisis!

Your son is home sick.

Now I gotta get someone to stay
with him so I can go to work.

But because your lousy check
bounced higher than a handball,

I can't pay the sitter!

I really hate your guts, Frank.

This marriage
and everything connected with it

has caused me nothing but grief!

And on top of that,

Harvey says Frank Jr.'s got some
sort of gender identity thing

that he's got to work through
because his father is a cop!

He's getting into fights
in school because of it.

And everything is just lousy!

-Phil--
-And it is all your lousy fault!

Phil, would you please take Fay out

to the coffee bar
for just a couple of minutes

while I coordinate
a few things with Ray here.

-Fay--
-Then I'll take care of the situation.

I'm sorry you had to witness that.

No sweat, man.

We've all been there.

Ex-wives.

Yeah.

Except she's right.

I shouldn't have taken him
to the hockey game.

Sometimes I miss him so much, it hurts.

PHIL: Fay, cream and sugar?

(crying)

Hey, how you been, Fay?

Good.

How are you, Phil?

How's, um, Margaret?

Well, didn't Frank tell you?

We split up.

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

I'm-- You guys were married forever.

23 years.

Oh, I'm really sorry, Phil.

Well, don't be.

To tell you the truth,
I've never been happier.

Now, granted, I hit the skids
real hard for a ten-month period.

I mean, I came close to ending it.

But then I met Cindy,

and overnight my life turned around.

-(laughs)
-Oh, yeah?

Oh, that's terrific.
I'm glad to hear that.

Are you thinking of getting remarried?

As soon as she graduates.

She's a college student?

High school. She's a graduating senior.

(crying continues)

BELKER: Come on! Come on!

Down here!

Move! Move!

You wanna sit down there
before I knock you down?

Hey, I need a nurse.
This lunatic bit me on my damn ankle!

Name.

I said name!

Wilson, Richard T.

(indistinct chattering)

(phone rings)

Detective Belker.

-Hi, Ma.
-WOMAN (oh phone): What is that noise?

I'm, uh, typing.

(Mrs. Belker on the phone, indistinct)

I stopped. I'm listening.

(Mrs. Belker continues, indistinct)

That's it? He wants to go to Florida?

Why-- Why is that such a bad thing?

The man is 83, Ma!
Who is he gonna have an affair with?

(chuckles)

So you know what you'll do?

You'll go with him,
and you'll be able to keep an eye on him.

That's silly, Ma. Yes, it is!

You look great in a bathing suit.
You got a great shape--

You better wipe that smirk
right off your face!

What am I hearing now?
I know I'm hearing crying.

There's no crying now.

We made a deal. No crying.

Come on. Ma?

I gotta call you back, sweetheart.

(no audible dialogue)

What?

I'll call the bank.

They'll have the cash to cover the check
by the time you get there.

-I promise.
-And what about the session with Harvey?

I'd love to have a sit-down
with you and Harvey about Frank Jr.

When?

I'll call his office
as soon as I can, Fay.

When?

Don't you think
it's a little unprofessional

to take the kid to a shrink
and then date him?

-We have been through that.
-Are you sleeping with him?

That's none of your business.

I'm concerned about my son's environment.

Let me tell you something
about your son's environment.

It improved the moment you left the house!

Yo, Louie.

Look, my 11:00 is here.
We'll get together, okay?

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Yeah. We were summoned by Captain Furillo.

Captain Furillo?

It's okay, Phil. Let 'em through.

This? This is your 11:00 appointment?

That's right.

Yo, mama, where's the party?

Hey, Louie. (speaking Spanish)

Whoa! Touchy, Frankie. Touchy.

All right. Mm.

It's really the big-time, Frank.

(phone ringing)

They didn't have ribs,
so we had to go for chicken.

I hope that don't mess up détente.

Détente? Hmm.

(clears throat) Brunch, Francis.

Thank you, Phil.

-Thank you, Phil.
-You're very welcome, Francis.

-(door closes)
-Yo.

Furillo, what makes you think
I wanna get involved here?

Because one hand washes the other, Jesus.

I do for you. You do for me.

Yeah? And what've you done
for me lately, huh?

You set up peace talk with the Dragons.

Poof-butts don't even show their face.

And whose fault was that?
Lover boy's over there.

You got a short memory.

You set it up, bro!

You make me look bad.

Now, why the hell should
I make you look good, huh?

It's got nothing to do
with making me look good!

Those are innocent people
in that liquor store,

and the agreement we negotiated
was you don't hit stores on Dragon turf.

Dekker Avenue is D.M.Z., Frankie!

You know that.

-(door opens)
-Francis, your wife's on the phone.

-Please, Phil, later.
-"Please, Phil, later."

(laughs) You're wicked, bro.

I mean, you really know
how to run a business here.

Frank, we don't have to put up with this.

-Easy, Ray. Sit down. Sit!
-Sit.

Phil.

-(door closes)
-So what's it gonna be?

You gonna help us,
or do some people get killed?

-What's my sugar?
-What do you want?

Louie.

One pump-action shotgun,

two Smith & Wesson .38's,

half a dozen flak jackets,
and a tear gas gun.

How about some T-shirts
with "Los Diablos" on the front?

Three colors.
You can design them yourself.

Oh, wow. T-shirts. (laughs)

One flak jacket

and a cop car to take my mother
to the clinic on 145th Street

every Tuesday afternoon.

Poor woman's scared to go by herself.

And 'cause of that treaty
we signed con Los Conquistadores,

I can't go with her myself.

-You serious?
-Yeah.

-Can we live with that?
-Sure. Why not?

Done.

Yo.

Yo, Brother Ray, can you
get me my phone, please?

MAN: All right, people, please back up.
Back up, please.

BOY: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
The hostages are okay, right?

Better than us.

We just can't walk outta here.
You know that.

Sure you can, Hector.

All you gotta do is walk. That's all.

Trust me. Trust me, all right.

Don't go off the deep end.
They're not stupid.

Look, man, we're in this mess
because of you, all right?

I mean, you want us to come out
with nothing, hey, that's one thing.

But just remember it was your idea!

(shouting in Spanish)

Looking to make me an accessory!

I'd like to interject
something here, Captain.

Who's that on the line?

It's Goldblume, Frank.

Listen, I'd like to point out
to Hector that as a juvenile

the charges might be considerably reduced.

Yeah, man, I don't know.
The same thing got told to Papo last year.

You know what happened?

His mother told the judge
she didn't want him.

They sent him away, yeah!

(Spanish) And you better
not make a liar out of me.

Yeah, but, uh...

What's going on?
What're they saying down there?

Take me, man? Well, then,
just come down here and try it!

Yeah? (shouts in Spanish)
You hear that? You're dead meat!

Rats are gonna eat your eyes!

Hector, don't hang up. Hector!

I wanna talk to my mother, okay, Frankie?

I wanna know if she's gonna send
me to some home or farm or what!

-What's going on?
-Back off!

Captain, this is Hunter at the scene.

Get off the line, Howard.

Listen to me, Frank.
You're making a grave error here.

We've got the firepower
to blow these punks out of the water.

Go ahead and try it, okay!

I'll kill the woman first, you dig?

Hang up the phone, Howard!
That's an order!

HUNTER: We are so damn intimidated

by these minority action groups
and political cowards.

-Howard--
-We wind up doing nothing.

-Give me the phone, Sergeant.
-It's no wonder this country is rotting.

Hey, I kiss your mother four times!

(shouts in Spanish)

-Try it!
-(nightstick slams)

You're dead, Jesus!

I'm gonna put a hole
in your head, sucker! You're dead!

Get outta here.

Hey, no more favors.

I can't work with this "gar-bahge."

What? Huh?

You people should take showers!
Whoa, mama--

What? What?

(kicks can)

I really want you
to hear this now, Hector.

You gotta work with me on this.

You gotta keep things cool in there
while I keep things cool out here.

It's no easy situation,
I'm gonna tell you.

My head is busting, Frank.
My head is busting.

I don't know what it is.
It's the tension. I don't know, you know?

Hey, I'm sorry.

You gotta have some aspirin in there.

Take a couple of aspirin.
You'll feel better.

They don't do no good, man.
They don't do no good!

Oh, well, no problem.
I'll bring something with me.

I'm gonna put Ray Calletano
on the phone now

while I drive over there, like we agreed.

-He's a good guy, you know?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

What about that dude that said
he was gonna blow us all up?

-Who is that chump? Huh?
-Don't worry about him, man, really.

You just stay cool. I'm on my way.

Hey, Hector, this is Ray, man. Your bro.

(speaking Spanish)

Esterhaus here. Get me Dispatch.

Anybody locate that guy
we lost this morning?

At this point in time, not as yet.

I got a domestic beef:

woman threatening her daughter
with a knife.

Yeah, this is Detective LaRue,
Hill Street.

-Is Miss Davenport in?
-1084 119th Street.

Look, pull Hill and Renko off
that liquor store. Thanks.

Hi. John LaRue.
About that missing suspect of yours.

They, uh, just brought him in.
Yeah, some kind of a mix-up.

Anyway, I thought you'd wanna
hotfoot it down here and spring him.

Hey, that's okay. My pleasure.

Sure. Bye.

I don't believe this.

You know, you're crazy. Outta your mind.

-It's 4:00 now, right?
-Mm-hmm.

By the time she gets here, it's 5:00.

By the time she figures
it's a wild goose chase, it's 5:30.

So she chews out Furillo for 15 minutes.

That makes it a quarter to 6:00.
Then it's time.

Joyce, I'm-- I'm sorry about the mix-up.

I feel terrible.

Hey, I'll tell you what.
Let me make it up to you.

We'll swing by my place.
I'll get into some fresh rags.

We'll go over to Pierre's
for drinks and dinner.

Tell you what, slick.
If she turns you down...

-Mm-hmm?
-...you can take me.

(laughing)

-(siren wailing)
-(tires squeaking)

(indistinct shouting)

All right, ma'am,
y'all are gonna have to open up this door,

-or we're gonna boot it in.
-(shouting continues)

-Blow the door?
-Yeah.

-Hold it right there!
-(shouting)

-Nobody's gonna kill anybody!
-I wouldn't count on that!

Okay, lady. All right, lady.
Look, how about putting down that knife

and letting her cover up
her this and that,

-and then we can talk about the problem.
-The problem is her this and that!

He said if I didn't let him, he'd beat me!

MAN: I never said that. She asked for it.

Who is that standing in there?

That's my husband, William.

If he comes outta there,
I'm gonna cut him, too!

Uh, Bill, I think you better
stay in there for a minute.

Now, what we have here is statutory rape,

possession of a deadly weapon,
intent to use a deadly weapon.

-I think we oughta run them all in.
-Hold it. Hold it, Renko.

(sighs)

Look, if you put down the knife,
we can work it out.

Otherwise, I'm not gonna
be able to keep this white man off of you.

I'm counting to three.

One.

Two.

Okay. Okay, okay! All right, hold it!

-Okay, okay.
-(mutters)

Okay, William, you can come out.

You okay, Mama?

Don't you Mama me. I'll break your back.

-(shouting)
-Hey, hold it! Are you the girl's father?

Of course not!
What kind of man do you think I am?

You ain't no kinda man at all!
That's what kinda man you are!

She runs around half-naked all the time!

-What do you expect?
-Well, don't blame me!

I got to sleep on the couch.
I got nowhere to go.

Besides, you're always talking about
how Mama don't give you what you need.

You said that?

Well, you run hot and cold on me
all the time, woman.

William, I am on my feet ten hours a day!

-Well, I work hard, too!
-Of course you do. You both do.

But that won't solve the problem.

You get that-- that girl outta here,
and we don't have no problem.

Oh, yeah? You break up this family,
and you got nothing.

Is that what you all want?

Huh? Is that what you want?

Him in jail, her in a home,
you with nothing?

Okay, okay,
this is the law for this house!

William, when you're in the house alone,
you stay away from her!

You understand?
You don't cohabit with your stepdaughter!

It ain't no habit. We only done it once!

-That's not true!
-You mean to tell me--

Shut up! And you, little lady,

when you're in the bathroom
changing your clothes,

you keep the door shut.

Mama, Mama, you gotta make yourself
more available to William.

All he wants
is a little attention from his woman.

William, you know I love you.

You gotta show it more, Mama.

Okay, this is the law.

You all take care now, all right?

Let's go, Renko.

RENKO: All right, people, you mind
your own business now and go home.

As long as I live,
I'll never understand people like this.

Say what?

That's one of them local
colloquialisms, isn't it?

-"Say what?" What is it?
-Say what? (laughs)

You're just passing them laws out
right and left, ain't you, judge?

That I do, son. That I do.

The car...

Oh, Ma, they stole my car.

That's a brand-new unit. Second one today.

I'll tell you something.

If I have to shoot up this whole street,
I'm gonna get that car back.

There ain't no way
I'm gonna file a report on this.

-Okay, okay. Take it easy.
-No way at all!

-We don't wanna collect a crowd.
-A crowd? A crowd!

Well, that's exactly what
I want to do is collect--

Renko, we lose two
or three cars every month.

-Don't you Renko me.
-When they park 'em, they leave 'em.

-No big deal.
-It's a big deal to me.

That's the second unit today,
a brand-new unit.

-Esterhaus is gonna kill me!
-Renko, shut up!

Now we have no car,
and we have no radio, man.

So let's just be cool.

Let's just call in and get another unit.

Dead phone! Look at this mess!

Look at this!

(sighs)

Hey, man, the world's full of phones, man.

Lots of phones. Let's go find one.

Hey, don't you squinny
your eyes at me like that!

I'm a peace officer,
and I want you off this street

when I get back! And I mean it!

I'm so tired of dealing
with people like this

every single day of my life.

(indistinct chattering)

-Hey, man! Get outta here!
-Come on! Move!

(gunshots)

(dramatic music playing)

-MAN: Just disperse, please.
-(siren wailing)

Nothing is gonna happen here.

-(siren wailing)
-(tires squeaking)

Folks, we'd like to get
your cooperation here.

Please stand behind the barricades.

Get those helicopters outta here.
I can't hear myself think.

GOLDBLUME: Frank, I wanna make
a statement for the record.

-Get outta here.
-GOLDBLUME: Can you hear me, Frank?

-FRANK: No. Get them outta here now.
-GOLDBLUME: Frank!

Put that shotgun down.
Get it out of sight.

Holster those weapons. That's an order.

Put 'em away, now!

Give me that. Give it to me!

You in the liquor store! Hector!

This is Captain Furillo.

First thing I want you to do
is acknowledge you can hear me.

Toss something out the door.

MAN: Folks, we can't have you
standing in this area over here.

We're gonna have to move you on back.

WOMAN: (startles) Oh, my God. (laughs)

(crowd cheering, laughing)

Okay, well done, Hector.

Now, I'm gonna come over
to your side of the street now.

Are you still listening, Hector?

Pull those helicopters out of here!
We can't hear! What?

MAN: Can I get a couple of officers
over here to move these people back?

(helicopter noise)

I'm gonna come as far as the curb.

All you have to do
is open the door a little so we can rap.

Hector-- (speaking Spanish)

You can see I'm unarmed.
Can you hear me, Hector?

Just take those helicopters outta here!

(very loud helicopter noise)

Hector! Abajo!

(objects breaking, glass shattering)

(shooting stops)

Frank, Frank, take a Valium.

MAN: You ruin my business! You crazy!

Better the kids!

(shouting in foreign language)

I wanna run a check
on that man's immigration status.

-MAN: Get away from there!
-(woman yells)

Move it out! Come on!

No, I'm sorry, Counselor.
There must be some mistake.

Your client's not here.

Who said we found him?

(sighs)

Never mind, Sergeant.

You're a real cute guy, LaRue.

I mean, what else do I have to do
with my time besides waste it?

(phone ringing)

You know, on first instinct, I got angry.

Then on second instinct,
I thought of filing charges.

Really.

I just wanna be with you tonight,
babe, that's all.

You do, huh?

Because underneath it all,

you're just a lonely guy
in a dangerous job.

-(sighs)
-Who am I to argue with that?

-I'm sorry.
-Don't be.

When I thought about it,
I tried to call you back.

I just couldn't get through
your switchboard.

(chuckles)

Yeah, that's the problem
with my switchboard.

No hard feelings, LaRue.

You can send me the cleaning bill.

Ah.

Your place or mine, babe?

Prisoner turn up yet, Counselor?

What's with her?

I don't approve of what you did, Francis.

Off the record, you promised me
you'd be careful out there,

-but you weren't.
-That goes double for me, Frank.

You think you're still a kid or something?

You got 40 phone calls here.

Twenty-five of 'em are from your wife.

We can't raise Hill or Renko.

I sent Belker and Lamonica
out to look for them.

Go home, Francis.
You look beat. Let me shop keep.

Cindy's got
marching band practice till 10:00.

I think I might just do that.

Reactionary, fascistic,

high-handed, uncaring animals!

Kill, beat, intimidate,

violate each and every
constitutional guarantee.

Dispense curbside justice. Hmm.

Uh-uh. No, sir.

The problem is not
in the people in that ghetto.

It's in its Nazi occupation force.

Vicious, ugly.

There is not a cop up there
who shouldn't be prosecuted.

I swear I have seen more brutality

and brazen contempt for the law

to open up a grand jury investigation.

I mean it.

Ah. Mm.

(sniffles)

(melodramatic music playing)

Feel better?

I'm getting there.

(laughs) I took half a Valium.

(sighs)

You care to be the, uh...

the other half?

-Mm-hmm.
-Hmm?

-Hmm?
-Mm.

-(pager beeping)
-Furillo, your pants are buzzing.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

(groans)

-FRANK (on phone): It's Furillo.
-It's Hill and Renko.

They're both in intensive care.

-(sighs)
-I won't lie to you, Francis.

It doesn't look good.

We don't know what went down.

-(receiver clatters)
-(whispering) Frank?

(theme music playing)