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There's somebody here to see you.

NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

-Hey, Sandy.
-Hi.

-How you doing?
-Fine.

Item eight, passing the sergeant's exam,

Officers Lucille Bates and Joseph Coffey.

(cheering)

-(tires squeal)
-(gunshot)

When's the sergeant coming back?

He comes home from the hospital today.
Says he'll be in tomorrow morning.

Thought you might need
some taking care of.

Want to take my pulse?

(chattering)

Item ten, jailbreak.

Not literally, guys.

For those of you who don't watch TV,
listen to the radio or talk to anybody,

Judge Cruz last night
ordered 247 prisoners

awaiting trial released OR

-from the Michigan Avenue complex...
-(cheering)

...due to severe overcrowding
and inhumane conditions.

Right, put those inhumane conditions
back on the street where they belong.

HENRY: Okay, whether we agree or disagree,

these alleged perpetrators
are back out there

so we're probably gonna be busy.

Additionally, item 11,
until Division Vice is reconstituted,

we're assigned ongoing
prostitution enforcement for the Hill.

Midtown, Washington and Jefferson Heights.

(murmuring)

-Operation Pussy Cat...
-MAN: Say what?

-...commences today...
-(meowing)

...at 0800 hours, just in time

to catch the brisk breakfast hour trade.

-RENKO: You're so mean, Lucy!
-(laughter)

Your trained eyes may detect among us

some of the personnel assigned
to said operation.

-(chattering)
-Additionally, Hill, Renko, Perez,

and Kolzicki will work backup.

Peyser and Martin will be working
plain clothes out of ND sedans.

Item 12, our truck hijacking problems
is becoming more blatant.

Two more yesterday.

This seems to be something
of a criminal fad.

The toll is up to six drivers
beaten and knifed,

plus a couple hundred grand
in merchandise boosted.

Maybe catching some guys
would make this less fashionable.

-What do you say?
-(murmuring)

Last item, welcomes.

-Welcome back, Mike Perez.
-(cheering)

-Hey, yeah.
-Miguelito!

Welcome transfer, Clara Pilsky
from South Ferry.

-(cheering)
-(whistling)

Hello, hello.

Okay, that's it, people, thank you.
Have a good shift.

Uh, could you keep your seats
a minute, please?

Can I have your attention?

Uh...

Phil Esterhaus passed away this morning.

(murmuring)

Suffered a heart attack.

That's the only detail
I have at this time.

Information as it comes in...

about services...

will be on the duty board.

Our friend was 55 years old.

If people want to take a moment.

(silence)

I don't have too many words, people.

This is going to be a difficult day.

I know the caution Phil would urge on you.

Be careful out there.

Son of a bitch.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

You know, I never met the sarge.
What was he like?

-Sarge?
-Yeah.

Was a real piece of work.

He was...

He was a rock.

When everything was going wrong, I mean,
you'd see this man sitting there.

Took the edge off.
You know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

I didn't think he'd ever been sick
for a day in his life.

-I got a Lincoln. Okay.
-Yeah.

Hi, there. Hi. Hi.

Yo, daddy.

What's happening?

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Recognize me?
-Uh-uh.

That's why I always carry this card.

-I never leave home without it.
-So what are we talking about, huh?

We're talking about you and me
going someplace

and maybe getting naked somehow.

Yeah, I don't look real impressed,
do I, sport?

-You'll be impressed.
-Yeah?

Now we go someplace
and you get this, blondie.

Oh, so you're Virginia Kimble, huh?

You act real fast and you might
get yourself a nice ride, sugar.

-Right.
-Now where we going?

How about my office, hmm? Come on.

Hey, blondie, I said where we going?

Well...

I just figured that we'd go to jail, huh?

Backup Sally off 34th and Dekker.

(grunting)

Clara!

-Peyser, where are you?
-(siren blaring)

Clara, go.

(groaning)

(panting)

Everybody okay?

-Clara?
-Just catching my breath.

Okay.

-Nice, Archie.
-Thanks, same to you.

-Let's get a dump truck for this guy.
-Right.

(siren wailing)

No signs of forced entry.
No signs of struggle.

-Robbery?
-Register's rifled. Guy took her purse.

When I came in,
he must have already been inside.

I didn't hear anybody.
I just turned around and he was there.

Uh... He had a knife.
Said he was gonna kill me.

He made me get undressed
and lie on the floor.

Uh...

He ran the knife over me.
Put it in my mouth.

His eyes were crazy.
He was really dark and crazy.

I was so frightened.

-Told me to do things.
-Okay.

Do you think you can give me
a description, Sandy?

(shudders) Yeah.

He was Latin.

Maybe 5'8", 5'9".

Um, dark pants, black.

And one of those grey hooded sweatshirts.

-Where is she?
-Inside.

-(sighs) It was her?
-Yeah.

-Is she hurt?
-No, I don't think so.

Hey. Hey, look, Joe.
Maybe you don't want to go in there, man.

-What, are you telling me I can't?
-No.

-Manager.
-Yo, J.D.

Manager's in here.

Sandy.

Joe. Joe, I'm so glad you're here.
(sobbing)

It's all right. It's all right.

-You Harlan?
-Yeah.

Can you give us the names of any employees
that had keys to this building?

-No, I can't.
-WASHINGTON: Why is that?

They trade shifts.
They give the keys to each other.

I tell them not to, but they do it anyway.

What about a list of everybody
who worked here

in the last couple of years?

Yeah, sure, well I'll just take some
morning off and type it up for you.

Can I ask you a question?

How come the law don't apply to cops
like everybody else?

-How's that?
-Come on.

You guys come in here, man,
it's like Attila the Hun.

You close down the joint, no trade.

Plus, you've been eating me
out of house and home out there,

and I ain't seen dime one
on that counter, all right?

Hey, look, okay,
we'll pay you for the donuts.

-You just give us the list.
-What list?

Now, you listen up, sucker.

You have picked the wrong day,
you understand?

Now, we got a rape
and you're worried about donuts.

But for the time being,
we are talking about rape.

Now we want to know every guy
who's worked in here,

every guy who's been busted in here,

and every guy you fired
for the last couple of years.

You got that, sucker?

I'll give you my list of W4s.
You can figure it out for yourself.

I told you, that was my mama's TV, man.

-We were getting it repaired.
-Tell it to the judge, boy.

Leo, I got a couple of enterprising
young TV thieves here for you.

Store owner is on his way down to ID them.

-Anybody call the PD?
-Hey, we don't need no PD, man.

Just get Jesus Martinez down here, man.

Walk over here, man. Walk over here.

Hello, Leo. To see Captain Furillo.

Go on, Mrs. Gardner.

Grace, I'm so sorry.

Phil asked me if anything happened
to deliver this to you.

I believe he wanted you to be executor.

I was with him, Frank.

I saw him last week
and he seemed on the mend.

He said he was on the mend.

Over the weekend they did an angiogram.

They told him his heart had weakened.

Something about a stenosis.

He didn't want anyone to know.

-How are you, Grace?
-I'm all right.

I'm just--

The doctor said no this, no that.

No sex.

(chuckles)

I don't know why I'm telling you all this.

Maybe it's because I'm in
a police station,

and I've come in to confess.

This morning, early, Phil and I
were making love when he died.

His great, brave heart...

simply exploded.

Well, Grace, you can't blame yourself.

He was a beautiful,

simple,

honorable man.

And I wanted to grow old with him.

Frank, would it be too much
of an imposition

to ask you to hold me for a few seconds?

(sighs)

Just a few hours ago, I was under him.

And we felt each other's breath.

Each other's life.

I miss him so.

(crying)

Look at this.

-Brand-new nylons shot to hell.
-Nice stems, mama.

-In your face, punk.
-Oh, I wish.

Act it cool, bro.
We're gonna clear this up.

Little hubcap popper waltzes through here
like Yasser Arafat.

Top of the morning, Frankie.

Inside.

Let's make it fast, Jesus.

About those two misguided youths
you got here.

Two youths with six priors between them.

They're looking at larceny,
possession of stolen property, resisting.

Case is airtight, Jesus.

Okay, so you figure resisting
is an add-on, huh?

We're talking about two-bit misdemeanors.

Hardly worth your time to do the typing.

-Maybe we could do some business here.
-Let's hear it.

I tell you coming in what I'm looking for,

you get this, my guys walk.

If it stands up.

If it stands up?

Not only will it stand,
it's gonna walk, it's gonna jog.

-Yo, Frankie, who you dealing with here?
-What do you have?

Someone's going around the neighborhood
knocking down delivery trucks.

You heard about that?

-Most terrible thing.
-FRANK: You have a name?

I got the next truck they're gonna hit.
It's what I got.

From where?

Oh, Frank. With all due respect,
I got to protect my sources.

We make a bust, we'll work it out.

I'll talk to the DA's office.

Most reasonable men
always find a way, huh, Frankie?

Bucky's Meat Supplies
makes a delivery every afternoon.

-Sounds like today's the day.
-Where?

It's all I got. Got to take it from there.

So can my guys leave now?

After the bust.

Ray, would you come in here, please?

Yo, Frank, sorry to hear about your loss.

-The sergeant. That's too bad.
-Thank you.

The guy had some stuff.

-Joe.
-Hey, Luce.

-How's Sandy doing?
-She's checking the books.

-How you doing?
-I'm just trying to help out.

I don't know
what I'm supposed to do, Luce.

I mean, what can I do? It happened, right?

But all I can see...

All I can see in my mind is this animal
on top of her and I want to...

I want to pull him off.

And I want to kill him.

That's how I'm doing.

Here you go.

Hi. Uh, could you look at these, too?

(sighs) I didn't know
that there were all these faces.

Yeah, I know. You just take them
one at a time, okay?

(crying)

-You okay?
-(sighs) Yeah, I'm fine.

How are you, Joe?

I'm okay. Why shouldn't I be?

No reason. (sighs)

I mean, I'm upset.

Good, Joe.

Hey, look, can I get you anything, Sandy?

No thanks. Maybe later.

Psst, J.D.

-Yeah?
-Got a match up here.

-Who is he?
-W4 on a Jorge Villa.

Stopped working for the shop
about 13 months ago.

-Uh-huh. Any priors?
-Mm-hmm.

Two B&Es. Two suspicions on rape,

robbery, one dismissed,
other one's still pending.

Easy, he should be in lockup.

Should be is right.
The dude was just released

from Michigan Avenue last night.
(mutters)

-Hey.
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, Sandy. I want you to take a look here

and see if anyone in this bunch
looks familiar, okay?

Where?

That's the guy? You sure?

-Yeah.
-Got an address.

-Okay, let's take him.
-I'll get backups.

Great. Listen, if we find this guy,

you're gonna have to ID him in a lineup.

Now he won't be able to see you.

-Can you do that?
-Yeah.

Okay.

(sobbing)

I understand, Leo.

We all loved him.

But you must not hide your grief.

Rather we must share it.
Let it strengthen us.

-It's-it's not that.
-No?

What then?

Oh, God.

Oh, come on, Leo.
Please tell me. What is it?

-I followed her last night.
-Who?

She said she was going to
her aerobics class.

But she hasn't been there in weeks.
I know, I called.

So I followed her to this...

computer software place

at Ethel and Hollidorf.

-That's where she met him.
-Who met who?

My wife met Roger.

Blond hair, six feet, sideburns.

Goyim computer programmer.

She's having an affair with him.

Leo, you must confront her with this.

I did on the spot.

Sh-she got mad.

Said he was the best thing
that had happened to her in years.

She's not gonna give him up.

Wanted to call her names.

I couldn't. I love her too much.

That's all right. That's all right.

Oh, Judas, Leo.
I knew you would take it hardest of all.

When a warrior falls,
there is no anguish more profound

than that of his shield bearer.

-It's not that.
-Leo has a personal problem, Howard.

Nothing wrong with Mrs. Schnitz, I hope.

-Oh, God.
-That's all right.

Leo.

The sarge is dead.

He was a great guy. I'm sorry about it!

But my wife is having an affair!

Okay? You satisfied?

(door slams)

Police officers, ma'am.
Have to open it wider than that.

We're looking to talk to your son, ma'am.
Jorge Villa.

(speaks Spanish)

-Neal.
-(metal rattling)

Kind of chilly
for wide-open windows, señora.

Hey, backups, the alley.

Suspect in the alley.

(siren wailing)

Okay, hold it right there.

Attaboy, Jorge.
You're under arrest, my man.

-Would you like a donut?
-You have the right to remain silent...

Leo, I'm so sorry.

Mr. James, I'm Ms. Davenport.

-I'll be your attorney.
-No complains here.

You were arrested two days ago
on a shoplifting charge.

Held for two days
at the Michigan Avenue complex

and released last night
by order of Judge Cruz.

Correcto.

And by 11:00 you accumulated
a solicitation charge,

possession of stolen credit cards,
possession of narcotics.

That's the way of the world, ain't it?

A guy like me, I mean,
good luck is like a rumor here.

-Excuse me.
-No, excuse me.

I'd like to see you in my office now.

Let's hear it.

Your client gave Lucy Bates
a credit card that used to belong to

a Mrs. Virginia Kimble
of Clearwater, Florida,

who was found dead in the trunk of her car
outside of Louisville.

That doesn't give you the right to--

And a routine check of fingerprints
turned up the name of Theodus Nickerson,

escaped from Florida State Penitentiary
a week ago.

Doing life for a double murder
in a gas station holdup.

That's your client.
One of the people Judge Cruz

saw fit to release as a low-risk criminal.

Then the screw-up was in Florida, Frank.

You can't release 247 criminals--

Why didn't it show up
five days ago on the first bust?

My best guess is laziness.

So then what's the moral
of the story, Frank?

Throw the shoplifters in the hole?

-Or don't let convicted murderers escape?
-(knocks)

Frank, Joyce.

I just got the news about Phil Esterhaus.

I came as fast as I could. I am so sorry.

Thank you.

God rest him. He lived a full life.

Ray tells me you picked up
a murderer Judge Cruz

decided to exercise
some selective mercy with.

There seem to have been some
bureaucratic foul ups.

Not enough so you couldn't make
some political hay.

Better they stack 'em
six feet in the tombs.

Like manhole covers.

Obviously, she's upset.

And I imagine the shock of Phil's passing
will be with all of us for some time.

But, Frank, Phil would have been
the first to recognize

the need for an orderly transition here.

Now, I've selected three
of the department's toughest nuts.

All with a lot of years behind the desk.

You take your pick, Frank.

I'll have them at the podium
tomorrow morning.

Well, I guess I hadn't thought about it
quite this far yet, Chief.

Frank, he was your friend,
that's understandable.

It has occurred to me
that bringing somebody in

from the outside might be...
somewhat disruptive.

You want to keep it in the family, then?

Uh, I think at least initially.

All right, Frank.

You tell me.

Lucy Bates passed her exam.

And she was second in line for promotion
when the freeze went into effect.

All right, you want to take her
straight from patrol

to turnout responsibilities?

Yeah, I think I'd like to give her a shot.

Well, I must admit, I'm skeptical,

what with the more qualified
bodies available.

It would only be temporary to start.

But nobody's worked harder.
Nobody's more deserving.

Well, it is your precinct.

If you want to put a woman in that job,

I guess there's nothing I can say,
is there?

Freeze will come off this afternoon.

Funeral arrangements in place?

I guess, uh, I'm taking care of that.

Dear Phil.

Dreadful loss. Dreadful.

Let me know.

Just want you to know, Sergeant,
you've got my every confidence.

RENKO: It's like a riddle
in a cosmic tapestry, Bobby Hill.

Why that man meant as much to me

as my own daddy
and I wished I could have told him so.

-I wish I could tell him so now.
-(Mick groans)

Now what prompted that comment
from the animal world?

People should treat people good
when they're alive

instead of trying to make up for it
after they're dead.

You trying to tell me
that I'm less than sincere

in my affections for that man?

Esterhaus.

His name was Esterhaus.

And you caused him aggravation

wising off in roll call
and ducking assignments...

I suppose you never broke his nose
in intramural volleyball, did you?

-That was an accident.
-Knock it off, guys.

-He was my sergeant.
-An exceptional police officer.

-He was my friend.
-Hey, knock it off.

What is this, mom likes me best?

-Have some respect.
-All right, what's going on here?

-Nothing.
-Nothing, Mr. Nolan.

We're ready to roll whenever you are.

Yeah, but let's get this thing loaded.
Come on, who's driving?

-Me.
-Ha.

Let me see your Class Two license.

You're looking at it.

(laughs)

Now what do you think is going in
the back of this thing, Mr. Police Badge?

-Meat.
-Uh-uh.

Twelve-thousand
of my hard-earned dollars is what.

Now you can flash that badge
at a pork roast,

and it's still gonna spoil
if it gets above 52 degrees

longer than 30 minutes.

You can flash that badge
at a side of beef,

and it's still gonna bruise to the tune
of ten cents less a pound

if it goes swinging around
in the back of that truck.

So you just show me some proof
that you know something

about driving a refrigerator unit,

or I'm just gonna take my chances
with the hijackers.

Mr. Nolan, my partner and I
can personally attest

that this little gentleman
knows how to handle raw meat.

(growls)

What ramp?

Three.

(engine starts)

Okay, let's get this sucker loaded.

Look, I understand the urgency.

My feeling is that this decision
would better be made

by a professional, that's all.

I see. All right.

Well, I'll just have to
get back to you by 5:00, right?

Okay. Thanks.

What do you know
about executing an estate?

Uh, enough to call legal referral
for the name of a qualified attorney.

-How about giving away eyes?
-Eyes?

Phil signed a donor's card.
Organ transplants.

They've given me a list of 40 people
who need eyes.

A little girl in Tulsa.

Father of five in Green Bay.

Law says as executor
I have to make the choice.

Amazing, isn't it?

Part of a man can go on living like this.

Hi, Irwin. Uh, Frank.

Sandy Valpariso is on her way back
from the rape treatment center.

We can have a lineup ready
by the time she gets here.

-Okay, let's put it together,
-How's it going?

Oh, great. I haven't settled
with the fact that he's gone yet,

and-and I'm parceling him out like--

like a door prize.

Is it true what I heard about him?

What was that, Irwin?

I don't mean this to sound cold,

but I had some business
at the morgue this morning

and I heard a rumor that he wasn't...

dancing alone when the big one hit.

I don't think we should
speculate about that, Irwin.

WASHINGTON: Keep moving
all the way down to your marks.

And face forward.

That's him.

Number two, second from the left.

FRANK: Are you positive?

Believe me,
I'm not gonna forget that face so soon.

(crying)

Okay, we're done, Ms. Valpariso.
Thank you.

All right, that's it. Turn to your right
and move down the steps to the door.

How you feeling?

I'm sorry. It's just been a long day.

You kidding? You've been great.

So what next?

Well, the way things are backed up,

they probably won't arraign
before tomorrow morning.

We'll call, let you know, okay?

Thank you.

-No problem.
-Thanks a lot.

We got to get you a ride home.

Not yet.

Just sit with me for a few minutes, okay?

What, here?

Why not?

Are you afraid to be alone with me?

No, of course not.

Joe, what is going on with you?

Nothing. What-what are you talking about?

All day long you've been so nice.

The perfect gentleman, the perfect cop.

But I feel like you
were a million miles away from me.

Sandy, I've been with you every minute.

All the way to the rape center and back
you barely said a word.

And you haven't said anything to me today
that wasn't straight from the manual.

I'm just used to
dealing with it a certain way.

I mean, that's my job.

We have been sleeping together
for two weeks.

I am more than just your job.

I just got to work out a few things.

What things?

I need to understand in my mind
what happened to you.

What do you have to understand?

A guy grabbed me.
He made me take off my clothes.

He made me lie down
on a cold, dirty floor.

-Stop it, Sandy.
-What?

It's too unpleasant for you to hear?

I lived through it, you jerk.

I just need some time.

I have to make myself
understand why it happened.

What do you think I could have done?

What would you do if you had some

drug crazy pointing a knife
at your throat?

-Put up a fight?
-I don't know. Maybe.

Is that it?

You think maybe
I didn't fight hard enough?

Maybe that is what I think.

I mean, you-you always hear about women
who get out of it

by saying they're pregnant
or saying they have VD.

Or something. Maybe I'm wondering
why you didn't try that.

If he had bashed my face in
or slashed my throat,

would that make you feel better?

-Would that help you understand?
-No. No.

It's just that...

I don't know what to think.

(sighs)

Well, then, why don't you
just sit here for a few years

and see what you can figure out?

You know, If he don't get a move on,

he's gonna be about seven minutes
behind his schedule.

Will you lighten up?

If they're looking for us,
they'll find us.

Call Belker and tell him
that the back door latch has come loose.

(sighs) Farmer Brown.
Farmer Brown, this is Meatloaf.

Your barn door
is about to open there, pal.

Make sure the cat don't get out.

Watch your mouth, Renko,

or you're gonna be the fattest
side of beef hanging in this truck.

DISPATCHER (on radio):
All units in the area

of 315 South Polk Avenue,
robbery in progress, shots fired.

Hey, Meatloaf,
where the hell are you going?

RENKO: Farmer Brown, we got a robbery
in progress. We're taking it.

No, you're not. You call it in.
You're not leaving my rear end exposed.

Hey, do you guys hear me? Get back here!

Hey.

You hit my van, you stupid jerk!

What, you got your head
in your shorts or something?!

I see it, I see it. I'm sorry.

You're sorry? Get out of that truck,

you sawed-off little wimp.
I'll show you who's sorry.

Who you calling sawed-off, barf bag?

You, you dwarf, numbnuts.

No wonder you got in an accident.

I'm a cop, mud brain.

Good. 'Cause I'm suing you,

-I'm suing the department.
-Don't crowd me.

-And I'm suing the city.
-I'm telling you not to crowd me.

Crowd you?

Hey, put it back!

Stop that! You're all under arrest!

Get off me, you little runt!

I give! I give!

Get back here! I'm a police officer!

(screams)

Go on, get out of here.

PEYSER: I'm taking a last pass
down Avenue C.

Haven't seen not one hooker.

LUCY (over radio):
You sure you're on Avenue C?

Roger.

Ain't nothing on this road but potholes.

Hard to believe.
Tell me what you're seeing.

Roger. Well, there's a couple of winos
working a trash can fire.

There's a lady standing next to
a station wagon with her hood up.

She waved at me.

Archie, that's an old gimmick
to fool patrol cars.

They put up some guy's car hood
and just pretend it's theirs.

Turn around, check it out, okay?

Roger. Will do.

WOMAN: Oh, thank God.

You are the answer to a woman's prayers.

How would you like to take a peek
under my hood?

And then what, lady?

Then you give me a jump.

Well, I have all the clamps and cords,

you know, in the back.
They just hook right on.

Sounds good.

So what's this sort of thing worth to you?

How much? Boy, you're a sport, mister.

I don't know. It's so cold, ten bucks.

Police officer. You're under arrest.
Unlawful solicitation.

-Put your hands behind your back.
-Solicitation?

Are you kidding? Solicitation?
My battery is dead.

Don't make it any
harder on yourself, ma'am.

You stated the act and the amount.

-I don't believe this.
-You have the right to remain silent...

-Are you-- this is absolutely crazy.
-Anything you say can, and will be...

You can't believe for one moment
that I was really trying to get--

(laughing) You thought
that I was asking you...

How old are you? (laughing)

Are you sure you're a real policeman
and not just on safety patrol?

-Get in the car.
-Hey, hey, hey. Get my purse.

(laughing) I can't believe--

-Where we going, Hill Street?
-Yeah.

Oh, good. I need a ride.

Listen, at this time of day,
take a left at Euclid. It's a lot easier.

-Yo, Frankie.
-FRANK: Jesus.

Anybody call for a pickup? Two Diablos.

What?

Hey, your clown can't hold his meat
on the road, it's not my problem.

Give us a minute.

JESUS: I paid for the goods.

Now you deliver, Frankie,
or your word is garbage on the streets.

-Frank.
-Martinez and I had a deal.

Based on information
you never had a chance to verify.

How am I gonna sell that downtown?

It's a lousy TV set, Irwin.
What's the big deal?

Okay, Frank, you do what you have to do.

(scoffs)

Meat supplier filed an $8,000 claim.

Driver of the van is bringing suit
for abuse of process.

Our hijackers are doing business as usual.
Why not make the disaster complete?

Sorry.

Leo.

Would you turn over?
We keep our part of the deal.

Would you turn over the two Diablos
to custody of Mr. Martinez here?

-Right, Captain.
-Good decision, Frankie.

Got to go by the rules, you know?

Be the executor of my will, too,
okay, Frank?

I know how you must feel, Leo.

You waiting to see me, Luce?

(door closes)

-What's up?
-I'm not sure.

Earlier today the chief came up to me,
slapped me on the back,

called me sergeant.

You know what he was talking about?

We had a discussion this morning
about the desk sergeant vacancy.

We decided the best course
would be to move

somebody up from the inside,
so I recommended you.

Me take the sergeant's place?

(scoffs) Forget about it. No way.

I couldn't fill his shoes
in a thousand years.

Don't even try. Just be your own person.

I don't know.

I mean, I've been wanting it
for a long time, but...

the circumstances, it's all wrong.

Lucy, you've put in a lot of hard work

to make sergeant.
It shouldn't be a punishment.

Why don't you take some time
to think it over?

If you're still uncomfortable,
we'll try something else, that's all.

But I still think
you're the best person for the job.

If you say so, Captain.

Let's keep it under wraps
for a couple of days though, huh?

You know, till we can make
an orderly transition.

Is it appropriate to say thanks?

Congratulations, Sergeant.

Yo, mama.
Where did you get those fancy bracelets?

Keep away from me, guttersnipe.

Touchy, touchy.
Some prize you got there, Officer.

-You know that?
-What?

You better get some thick shoes.

You're standing in the dog's business.

-What?
-That's the captain's old lady.

Sign these.

-Mrs. Furillo?
-Furillo?

Fast Fay, Leo.
The strumpet of State Street.

-A fallen woman.
-Get her out of those cuffs.

Gee, I'm sorry, ma'am.
I didn't know, really.

I'm an idiot. I'm a moron.

Hey, I've been looking for
you two amateurs.

You were supposed to be backing me up.
Now where the hell were you?

We had an all units, Mick. We radioed you.

Somebody could have
gotten killed out there.

Way I heard it, somebody didn't know
where somebody was going, now did you?

How come you're always around

with your fat mouth
when I don't need you, Renko?

Come on, Mick, think the sergeant
would approve you talking like that?

(both shouting)

No! I said no!

Look, I'm not insensitive to the fact

that Phil Esterhaus' death
has hit us all pretty hard.

But if you respect his memory,
you'll be what he was.

You'll honor it by being what he was.

A gentleman and a good cop.

I'm sorry, Fay.
That was no way for you to find out.

Phil's dead?

When? Where?

At home, early this morning.

Oh. (shudders)

He-he taught Frank Jr. how to box.

-(chattering)
-(music playing)

I hear he died in the saddle.

-That's a lot of crap.
-Just what I heard, Mick.

Hey, anybody heard any rumors
about who's gonna replace him?

Can't we at least wait
until the body gets cold?

Scenario.

Foster up in the Heights
retired last month.

Jaffey in South Ferry,
he bit the biscuit a couple weeks ago.

Mayor's office lifts the freeze on hiring.

He gets the stripes, and just like that
we got ourselves a new sarge.

Hey, nobody's said anything
about anybody replacing the sarge.

So let's just drop it.

RENKO: I propose a toast.

To the sarge.

We loved him.

We're gonna miss him.

God bless him.

Hear, hear.

Yeah, I loved him, too.

What a sex life.

J.D., go kill yourself.

You know, when I was first up here,

you got the feeling
he really liked you, you know?

Deep down.

Like he just liked people.

I guess he went out liking someone.

-Ba-bing. Ba-bing.
-(laughing)

MICK:
It didn't happen like that, you jerk.

I don't believe that that happened.

Well, then why don't we call the captain?

Great, yeah. He'll love you for it.

It is our right
under the Freedom of Information Act.

Tender me a dime here there, brother.

-(phone rings)
-Furillo.

-Captain Furillo?
-FRANK: Who is this?

-Andrew Renko, sir. How are you?
-Fine.

Uh, sir,
I hope we didn't wake your wife and you,

but we're all down here at Mulligan's
sort of toasting the sarge.

Me, Bobby Hill, J.D., Neal,

Lucille Bates, Joe, Belker, Leo.

What can I do for you, Andy?

Well, sir, uh,
in paying our respects and all,

we-we got to thinking about
life and death and...

And how we all sort of

have a fleeting moment in the sun

and how we all have to plant our flag
on this Earth as it were, and...

Well, sir, we got to speculating
about the sergeant's flag and all, and...

You want to get to what this is all about?

(sighs) Sir...

Is it true he deceased himself
whilst in the act?

Yes, it's true.

Damn, that is a hell of a good way
to check out, isn't it?

Of course,
it couldn't have been no tea party

-for his paramour, now could it?
-Good night, Andy.

Good night, sir.

-Renko?
-Yeah, wanting to know if...

it was true how Phil died.

A legend is born.

I'll miss him.

So will I.

Want to make love?

It could cost you your life.

I'll risk it.

(closing theme playing)