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Item four, the Jefferson Corridor Rapist
is still out there.

Now, he's assaulted three elderly women
in the last 72 hours.

This is a brutal perpetrator,
and we don't have much to work with.

Partial descriptions from the victims
is on the duty board.

We're coordinating with Jefferson Heights.

Lieutenant Calletano is supervising.

Item five, Operation "Wretched Refuse."

The target is the
Intestinale Carting Company,

Sal Intestinale proprietor.

-(men coughing)
-This outfit is allegedly muscling out

-the rival commercial carters.
-(blowing nose)

It's, uh, also extorting local
businesses who might not be

otherwise inclined
to use the Intestinale services.

Uh, recent instances are broken arms,

uh, a firebombing,
and one attempted murder.

Sanitation is loaning us a truck
for the undercover.

Belker, LaRue, and Washington,

-they are our Dumpster detectives.
-(murmuring)

Item six. Mayo, Garibaldi,
Worth, and Himmel

are on hooker patrol, the red zone...

-(wolf whistles)
- ...Dekker at 116th.

Seven. Garden Holding Level, cell "B,"

it's shut down
for electrical repairs today.

-LARUE: Hey, Sarge, Sarge.
-What?

I saw a light on in there.

Yeah, well, as far as you're concerned,
it needs repairs.

It's shut down.
It's off limits for today, okay?

Okay, item eight.
Those of you who haven't signed up,

the 10:30-to-2:30 slots are still open

if you want to see
the department money-management advisor.

Now, this is an annual
post-holiday service,

provided by the personnel department.

If you're already slotted, you're reminded

you got to bring
the receipts and the bills

when you go to your appointment, okay?

Item nine. This afternoon,
we elect our precinct PBA representative.

(cheers and applause)

JABLONSKI: Now, as you all know,
after distinguished service,

Lieutenant Calletano has declined
to seek another year in office.

(murmuring)

JABLONSKI: Now, our candidates
are Officer Andrew Renko--

(cheers and applause)

-MAN: Jawohl!
-Uh, my friends,

uh, as you know,
I am the patrolmen's candidate.

First of all, uh,
I am the uncommon common man

and the only candidate
whose beat is the street.

-Andy is dandy.
-(indistinct chatter)

Our other candidates
are Lieutenant Henry Goldblume

and Lieutenant Howard Hunter.

-(man hissing)
-(applause)

JABLONSKI: Okay, uh,
here are your ballots.

-One-- one to a customer.
-Be sure you vote.

Now, for those of you
who are interested...

-Be sure you vote.
-...the candidates are gonna make

statements in roll call,
0800 hours this morning.

Good luck to all our candidates.

I hope you realize
that is not an endorsement

of any one of them
over all the others, okay?

Uh, the last item...

Last item concerns all this hocking,
the sneezing, and the wheezing

that I've been hearing
going on in the squad room.

Now, with the wind-chill
factor out there 20 below,

many of you are regretting

that you didn't heed
Jabo's hint on garlic...

(men groaning)

JABLONSKI: Garlic for an ounce
of prevention.

All right, now here's Jabo's hint
on treatment for a pound of cure.

(coughing, sneezing)

Cider vinegar.

-MAN: Oh, no.
-(man retching)

-BOBBY: Mm-hmm.
-JABLONSKI: You gargle with it

-every a.m. on arising.
-That's right. That's right.

That's what Grandma used to say.

All right, if you're a little squeamish,
you mix some honey with it.

But I guarantee you,
you'll forget you ever had sinuses.

-You'll forget your address.
-(laughter)

All right, let's get out there.

Let's do it to them
before they do it to us.

Sarge.

Hey, Joe, do you have marshmallow bits
in that hot cocoa of yours?

Can I please get one of those cards?

JOE: What are you talking about, Renko?

What do you mean marshmallow bits?

If I'm elected, I guarantee you
you will have marshmallow bits.

I don't even like marshmallow bits.

Just like they do at City Hall.

Hey, Renko, you think this financial
advisor might have some answers?

I'd like to think so.

All I could afford to buy Darryl Ann
for Christmas was a knit hat and gloves.

Financially, my boat is stuck in the mud.

Yeah, well, it beats being in a barrel
going over Niagara Falls.

-Sarge.
-Hmm?

The gentleman we're expecting
for Garden Level "B."

Right, sure, uh, Mr. Eastman, uh...

Take Mr. Eastman down
to his quarters, would you?

Captain?

Captain, I'm trying to be a sport,

but this is the ninth time
I've been on hooker detail

since I got here.
You know, at the Heights I--

They don't have the same
prostitution problem, Patsy.

Captain, Mr. Eastman's here.

We're storing him in Garden-level holding.

Good, Stanley. They take him out tonight?

Yeah. Guy must be a heavyweight, huh?

He's gonna be talking
before the grand jury?

-Who is?
-Nobody. That cell's closed for repairs.

Frank? Did you happen to send the check
to Dr. Rose for Frank Jr.'s teeth?

-Oh, I forgot.
-Frank, I'd like to get it to him.

-He's been very nice to us.
-Oh?

Well, it's strictly business,
but he's gonna do my teeth too.

Aren't you a little old for braces?

Not at these prices, buster.

Check will be in the mail today.

(telephone ringing)

-Sarge.
-Garbage man undercover.

I get a complete change of wardrobe,
Belker switches gloves.

-Sarge.
-What?

Does that really work for you,
the-that thing with the vinegar?

Mike, the only sick leave yours truly
has ever taken in 24 years

was for the World Series.

Now, they don't call me the "Iron J"
for nothing. (breathes raggedly)

(sneezes)

Dusty in here.

-(telephone rings)
-Hmm.

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)

As I stood on that roof
surveying the streets and alleyways

patrolled by officers
who have devoted themselves

to the safety of an apathetic citizenry,

I had a deep appreciation
of our profession's selfless constancy.

And I was proud, gentlemen.

-(man coughs)
-HUNTER: Proud.

It was the sort of pride I felt
in the Mekong rice paddies

during service in Vietnam.

It's--

-It's pride in fellowship.
-(groans)

Despite that conflict's,
uh, inscrutability--

-JABLONSKI: Sorry, Lieutenant--
-Excuse me.

-Time.
-(man laughs)

Oh.

Uh, Hunter...

your foes are mine.

(applause)

JABLONSKI: Our next speaker,
our next speaker

is Officer Andrew Renko.

-BOBBY: All right, Renko!
-(applause)

ALL (cheering): Renko! Renko!
Renko! Renko! Renko!

I just want to say a couple things.
(exhales)

(inaudible)

Uh, first of all, I'm the only,
uh, patrol officer running,

and I know the interests
of the man on the street.

Uh, second, um...

I have held, uh, uh,
elected offices before.

Uh, I was the captain
of the junior varsity baseball team

out there at, uh, Monroe High School.

-I don't know if you all know that.
-(mild laughter)

HUNTER (chuckles):
We-We need more, uh, uh,

overtime... less paperwork,

and, uh, more officers on the beat.

Rape assault, 48, 32nd, Furman Avenue.

Oh, Lieutenant,
we have a-a call right now.

Well, I guess that's
all I have time for, uh...

Remember, vote often,
an-and vote for Andrew J. Renko.

-Bobby Hill.
-BOBBY: You got it, Renk.

(applause)

Renko! Renko!

(indistinct chatter)

Now, your, uh,
garbage compactor's over here.

Don't worry about it.
It don't work anyway.

(grunts) Your ignition is, uh,
hanging down right here.

-Now, your white lever's in the dump mode.
-(engine starts)

Hey, you two, listen up.

Your white lever's in the dump mode.

Your red lever,
you gotta jiggle a little bit,

brings her back down, you understand?

All right, sir,
I think we got it now, huh?

-Yeah, yeah.
-All right.

-Hey, zippy.
-Yeah.

If it was up to me, you wouldn't come
anywhere near this truck.

I don't care who you're after,

they don't make refuse-collection vehicles
this fine anymore.

Now, you gotta motor in that clock
and lift 'em out,

and then put it right down
on your smart mouth!

-Hey.
-We'll be careful with it, okay?

Remember, she likes a lot of water, okay?

-Who said you're driving?
-It came to me in a dream.

You are not driving all day
while I pick up garbage.

We'll take turns, Mick.

Hey, why don't we decide
who picks up the garbage

by who smells the most like it going in?

-(growls)
-(growls)

Remember, you is a beast
with a tail 28 feet long

and shoulders seven feet wide,
so go gentle.

All right, all right.

We'll treat her like
the classic that she is.

(engine revs)

What the hell are you doing?

You ain't going out of here in my truck!

Just a joke, sir. Just a little humor.

Come back with my truck!

(gears grinding)

WOMAN: They took me to the bathroom
and pushed me down.

My face struck the metal pole
under the sink.

BATES: Did they talk to you at all?

They spoke among themselves
several times in Spanish,

which I do not speak.

(sighs) They went into my bedroom,

and I heard them
pulling out drawers to the floor

as they looked for valuables.

This is the point
I hoped I'd only be robbed,

but then, in a few minutes,
they came back in and...

-and then I was assaulted.
-MAN: Yeah.

Sexually.

They both assaulted me sexually, correct.

They assaulted me together.

Okay, I wanna take her down
to the hospital now.

Please! Now, wait a moment, young man!

(crying) I-I want to give
my information first.

I have memory accident.

Please, now, before I forget.

Take your time. Just go ahead.

WOMAN: They were both average height.

-How is she?
-WOMAN: They both wore black sneakers.

(sighs) Well, they beat her up
pretty good, raped her.

WOMAN: They wore wool-knit masks

-all through the time.
-Two guys at once.

A 72-year-old woman.

One mask might have been black,
one was maroon.

I couldn't see their faces.

BATES: Did you notice any scars
or marks on their hands?

I said they wore masks!

Oh, on their hands?
I'm sorry, I didn't see.

I'm Fay Furillo, Mrs. Tripp.

-MRS. TRIPP: How do you do?
-How do you do?

I work with the police department
as a victim's aide.

I'll be accompanying you to the hospital,

and then back to the precinct
if you feel up to it.

I want to remember as much as I can
because I have memory accident.

Mrs. Tripp, you did real good.

In fact, we have everything
we need, I think.

-You can go on and go to the hospital.
-Thank you.

Would you like me to call someone
to meet us there?

No. He passed away.

-(indistinct chatter)
-Thank you.

WOMAN (on radio): All units, 2203,
Corridor Rape suspects

are I.D.'d as medium height,
black sneakers,

one with black ski mask, one maroon.

BOBBY (on radio): 2202, proceeding
northbound on Dixon and 127.

WOMAN (on radio): ...east on Dekker
to 123rd, proceed south...

What'd you think of my campaign statement?

It was good.

-It stunk.
-Andy, it was fine.

It didn't have no Mekong rice fields.

Didn't have no Henry Goldblume,

"I like to think of you as my friends.
Let's all work together as friends."

Renko, those statements aren't
what people are gonna vote for.

I watched them. I think you got
a real good chance to win.

-Do you really?
-Yeah, I really do.

Well, then don't you forget
to cast your ballot, Bobby Hill.

What ballot?

(both laugh)

Maroon ski mask, look here.

Renko, it's a wind-chill
minus-20 out there.

I've been spendin' 20 minutes
lookin' at ski masks.

There are a lot of ski masks
out on the streets.

That is a maroon ski mask.

-That's not a black ski mask.
-Right height.

-That's not a blue ski mask.
-BOBBY: Right sneakers.

RENKO: Yeah, let's just
give him a little...

(siren wails)

-RENKO: Uh-huh, uh-huh.
-BOBBY: 2202...

(siren wails)

(tires screech)

BOBBY: We're now headed
south down alley...

(siren stops)

(siren wails)

MAN (on radio): 2216, heading north
through Market.

(tires squeal)

2203, we got him.
Heading down an alley east off Williams.

MAN (on radio): 2216, we're in pursuit.

BATES: Hold it!

(tires screech)

BATES: Hold it! We got you!

-Come on, come on, come on!
-Up against the wall.

All right, where's the mask?

He must've dumped the mask.
I'm gonna go find it.

-All right, you're under arrest!
-All right, fellas!

JOE: If you give up the
right to remain silent...

Who saw where the guy
tossed that ski mask?

Come on! It's gonna burn up!

MAN: Wha--
I'll give you two bucks. Two bucks!

-MAN: Two bucks!
-Come on!

Right over here, lady! Over here!

Over here, lady!

Just read our ad, sir. Now look, sir.

All we're asking you to do is
to take a look at our proposal.

Okay? You just take
a look there, all right?

Sir! Sir. Excuse me, sir.
Got a minute? Listen.

LARUE: Who are you using presently?
All right. Got a minute?

I'd like to talk to you guys
about our refuse-removal service.

Hey, come on, man,
get away from our garbage.

Hey! When it's in there, it's his.

When it's in there, it's yours.
Out here it's in the public domain.

LARUE: We gotta work harder
to win your trust.

What the hell you want
this stuff for anyway?

I got samples all the way back to 1964.

-Samples of garbage?
-I study this stuff.

Hey, the man's a garbologist, Mick.

(laughs) Are you kidding me?

Hoping to get a grant to establish
a national garbological archive.

Right, sir. We're 40 percent cheaper.

-Here you go, sir.
-Forty percent--

Forty percent cheaper
for your carting service.

-Forty percent, huh?
-Yep.

This looks like a good deal to me.

-You're crazy, Watkins.
-What am I gonna lose?

Intestinale keeps raising the rates.

I gotta use more and more
of his services every year.

The man don't leave me nothin' to live on!

MAN: Yeah? What are you gonna do
when a Dumpster

comes flying through your window?

You don't have to worry about muscle
from your present contractor.

Now you read our flyer.

Three Guys Disposal Company guarantees

we're not only 40 percent cheaper,
we are 50 percent tougher.

All right, let's see what you guys got.

Mr. Watkins, what's going on? Whose truck?

Two weeks you don't pick up my trash.

Now, I got another outfit.

Well, we didn't pick up because you forgot
to sign your new contract, right?

WATKINS: I didn't forget.

I'm not gonna pay the extra money either.

I called Intestinale and said so.

Oh. Well, why don't we go inside
and talk about it?

-I think we can work this out.
-Leave him alone, hairball.

You must be Mr. 50 percent tougher.

Well, you don't look so tough to me.

You just look like 50 percent.

(glass breaks)

-Don't be foolish, pal.
-Hey, hey!

-(groans)
-Don't do that!

-Hey, stay right there.
-You're making a big mistake, pal.

I want you to pay me for the mirror.

All right.

Here. Keep the change.

-(man chuckles)
-You don't want a receipt?

MAN: Turn him right around, huh?

Yeah, I'll pick it up tomorrow.

Carl!

Yeah, go on, Carl.

You tell the Intestinales
that Three Guys Garbage is doing business.

Just tell 'em we're staying.

Yeah, and I'll bring his answer back, too.

Hey, Mr. Watkins. (sniffs)
You smell anything burnin'?

-Yeah, go right ahead, threaten me.
-MAN: Yeah.

WATKINS: I ain't scared
of you guys no more.

MAN: That's right. You got a new customer.

MAN 2: We don't have to be
scared no more, you see? See?

-(engine starts)
-MAN: Yeah, with these guys...

Leo, Eddie Santiago,
resisting, suspicion of rape,

suspicion of assault,
suspicion of robbery.

JABLONSKI: Where's the ski mask?

Couldn't recover it.
He threw it in a trash fire.

Get him into interrogation right away.

Call in the earlier victims.
See if they can I.D. him.

RAY: Dime todo lo que sepas,
pero dímelo todo.

Yo no quería violar la señora.
Nomás quería robarla.

He says raping Mrs. Tripp
was his partner's idea.

He only wanted to rob her.

Yo le digo todo. Fue idea de Luis.

He'll make a deal
implicating the other one.

What's the other one's name?

¿Cuál es el apellido de Luis?

Cordera. Luis Cordera.

-Luis Cordera.
-Gentlemen.

(telephone ringing)

Mr. Santiago, I'm your lawyer.

You shouldn't be giving a statement
until we've conferred.

Statement's voluntary, Counselor.

-Mr. Santiago is cutting a deal.
-(siren wails)

JOYCE: That's another
conversation, Captain.

-Will you excuse us, please?
-Absolutely.

(sighs)

-Here's lunch.
-MR. EASTMAN: Delicious, delicious.

Yeah, you haven't had
our mystery-meat sandwich yet.

Hey, to the hungry soul,
every bitter thing is sweet.

-You know who I am?
-We hear rumors.

Like what?

(chuckles) Like you're an opera star.

That's right. (laughs)

I'm gonna sing to the grand jury,
and then I'm gonna start a whole new life.

-Well, good luck.
-What's your name?

Natalie.

There's five different contracts
out on me, Natalie.

But, you know, I don't fear no evil

because I got a personal relationship
with the Lord.

Let me tell you, Jimmy Fisher had it all,

beautiful houses, nice cars,
beautiful women, but,

but even then, I was a spiritual person.

It didn't make me happy,
you know what I'm sayin'?

-I guess.
-I said to myself,

"What is all this stuff, this,
this wealth, this fantastic luxury?"

I mean, to the whole world,
I was a big shot,

I was Jimmy Fisher,

but inside, I was a bum.

The Bible says, "They have ears
but hear not," and that was me.

God turned you around?

What turned me around was that I found out
the Feds had me wiretapped for ten months.

My chauffeur was an undercover agent.

I found out that the Scarbalones
had a hit out on me, it was...

It was like two halves
of the scissors closing shut...

and then the Savior came into my life.

He lifted me out of my despair.

I confessed all my sins to Him,
the Mandalvi killings, some other stuff,

stuff the Feds don't even know about,
and He understood.

"Though your sins be as scarlet,
they shall be white as snow."

And that's when you decided to squeal.

I said to myself, "I'll take my chances

"with the Scarbalones
and those other guys,

but I wanna be at peace
with the man upstairs."

Yeah, well, I gotta go now, Mr. Fisher.

I'll come back and get your tray later.

Sure. Would you like to stay around awhile
and read the Good Book with me?

Maybe later. (chuckles)

He's knocking, Natalie. Let him in.

(telephone ringing)

We can do these tomorrow, too, Mrs. Tripp.

You just holler if you're feeling tired.

I will. The fact is, I'm worried
about going home just now.

I'm-I'm a little afraid.

When the time comes, if you want,
I'll be happy to go home with you.

I'd be grateful.

And I'll stay till you throw me out.

-(chuckles)
-FURILLO: Mrs. Tripp?

Oh, excuse me. Yes?

I'm sorry. I'm Captain Furillo.

How do you do?

How are you?

I'm very sorry for what's
happened to you today.

Mrs. Furillo's been a great help.

Are you related?

Coincidence.

Uh, for what it's worth,

I want you to know
we have a suspect in your case.

Is that so? You have one of the men?

Well, he's a very strong suspect.

I'm so sorry I didn't see him, Captain.

Uh, uh, I could help
with the identification.

We're hoping that won't be necessary.

Uh, if you'll excuse me.

You're in very good hands here.

Yes, I am.

Thank you, Captain.

-I just had intake with Eddie Santiago.
-That's his victim.

JOYCE: I don't think his
confession's usable, Frank.

-Why not?
-He wasn't qualified on Miranda.

Coffey read him his rights at the scene.

Santiago doesn't speak English.
He only speaks Spanish.

His rights were read
to him only in English.

-FAY: And then answer one through nine.
-No sale.

-The man was given his rights.
-FAY: ...ten and 11.

If he didn't understand them,
he didn't get 'em.

MRS. TRIPP: Thank you.

FAY: More of the same kind of questions.

Did anyone hear him speak English?

Did he speak English
to anybody here at any time?

Captain, when I asked him
if he understood his rights,

I thought he said "yeah",
he acted like he understood.

And besides that on his license
it doesn't say "Eduardo", it says "Eddie."

Damn it, Ray, why didn't somebody give him
his rights again in Spanish?

I assumed Ramirez
had given him his rights.

It is checked on the sheet,

and Ramirez was among the officers
who arrested him.

All right, let's move on.
Where are we now?

We're looking for the accomplice.

We also have the earlier rape victims
coming in for lineup.

Maybe we won't need Santiago's confession.

Okay. Ray, run Santiago's record
through Board of Education,

Immigration, and Naturalization.

-Corrections also?
-Yeah, good.

Joe, Lucy, get a warrant
for Santiago's apartment.

Also canvass his neighborhood,
talk to anybody who knows him

and might have heard him speak English.

-BATES: We're on our way.
-We're close here, people.

-Let's not lose this one.
-(indistinct chatter)

Corridor Rape victims
are ready in lineup, Captain.

HENRY: Turn to your left.

No, I'm sorry. I don't see him.

Take your time, ma'am.

I would remember him, Officer.
He isn't there.

Okay. Thanks for coming in.

That's it.

HENRY: 0 for three, I don't think
Santiago did the earlier rapes.

(sighs) Are we done?

Need a translator to tell your client
he wasn't made?

I don't like your tone, Lieutenant.

We're still gonna hold Santiago
for the rape assault of Mrs. Tripp.

That'll last till we get before a judge.

Maybe we get lucky
with Santiago's running mate.

-(siren wailing)
-This is unit 2202 in vehicle pursuit.

Blue Ford van, license number 39LPG41,
registered to a Luis Cordera,

headed west on Hillary toward Lamont.

-Requesting backup, please.
-BOBBY: Okay, hold on.

(siren wailing)

WOMAN (on radio):
All units, request backup.

Rape suspect in blue van,
heading north on Lamont toward Maple.

-Come on!
-Where to?

-Where do you think?
-Hey, man, we'll blow our cover.

Aw, come on, let's go!

(intense music playing)

-(tires squealing)
-(siren wailing)

We're going east on 126 toward 127.

(indistinct talking over police radio)

Headed south down
Sievers Alley in pursuit.

Request backup.
Try to cut us off out on Lamont.

What are you doing?

(siren wailing)

(tires squealing)

-What are you doing, Belker?
-(siren wails)

(siren stops)

Oops.

Man, you see me walkin'! Why you pushin'?

Bingo, Leon Luis Cordera,
rape, robbery, and assault.

-Let's go.
-Take a walk here, pal.

-Excuse me. Officer Hill?
-Thompson.

Thompson Financial Counseling Services.
Actually, I'm Mr. Bowers.

Mr. Thompson's in Florida
this winter doing taxes.

Uh, look, uh, maybe we should reschedule.

You don't have to reschedule nothin'.
I can take care of this creep.

-I hope you ate your Wheaties today.
-I want my P.D., man. I want a lawyer!

-Stan?
-What?

When can we get the Corridor victims
back here?

-They probably just got home.
-Well, get 'em back.

-Get him counseled and get him on it.
-Yes, sir.

Frank?

Immigration shows Santiago came here
three years ago from Ecuador.

Is there a record of his enrollment
in an English class?

None. Welfare and Corrections department
are also a "no."

We're checking Unemployment.

Bates and Coffey just called
from Santiago's apartment.

All they found is a couple
copies of "El Diario."

What'd the neighbors say?

Nobody's ever heard him speak English.

I had 'em wrap it up there
and check Cordera's place.

All right, let's get them a warrant.

Anything else I should know about,

where officers on this case
have been assigned, Henry?

Ray!

When Bates and Coffey called,
they asked for you.

I just happened to have a pen
and some paper with me.

-What's the trouble?
-I am coordinating officer in charge.

If I'm taking the blame
for Santiago's case,

shouldn't I also have the responsibility
of running it?

In my office.

I understand you're feeling bad
about what happened to Santiago, Ray,

but taking it out
on other people won't help.

That was not my mistake alone, Frank.

And it is not the only thing
I feel badly about around here.

What else?

The PBA election.

-What about it?
-I worked tirelessly for these men.

I fought tooth and nail
on the dental benefits.

I was the best PBA representative
they ever had.

And I know the men
appreciated your efforts.

And if they did, don't you think someone
would have come to me when I stepped aside

and asked me to reconsider?

Damn it, Ray! You willingly step down.

Then you get upset
because the men respect your decision.

We're not mind readers.

If you don't mind my saying so,
given the Santiago botch,

I wouldn't think now is a good time
for ruffled feathers.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I made a mistake,
and I feel badly about it.

We all do.

Should I get the warrant
on Cordera's apartment?

Please.

A, B, C.

Now, your "C" pile,
your nonrecurring sources of debt,

Right? The florist, uh, tire shop,

bills you have every intention
of paying someday,

but for now we put 'em on the back burner.

-Right?
-Right.

Right. "B" pile,
recurring sources of debt,

phone, utilities, et cetera, so on.

-Uh, small weekly payments.
-Right.

Yeah. "A."

-(taps tabletop)
-Your nuclear alert.

The head full of snakes,
what you guys call our dispatch code 1033.

-All right.
-Right.

Okay, exhibit "A",

Uncle Sam licking his chops
for that 7,200.

-(taps tabletop)
-Well, what do we do?

I think you're jammed up, Bobby.

Frankly, I wouldn't rule out
the old blue-collar two-step, chapter 11.

(sighs) Mr. Bowers,
nothing against piles A, B, and C,

but I thought you were gonna be
talking about ways to refinance.

No, Bob, I'm a private
financial counselor.

Every year, the department
hires Mr. Thompson,

or, in this case, me to come in here,

talk to you guys about money management.

-Look...
-(Bobby sighs)

Bobby, if this thing
is gettin' to the point

where it's murderin'
your personal life, your job,

there is one final possibility
that I'm gonna whisper just to you,

but, uh, this is off the record, right?

-Official counseling session's over.
-I'm listening.

I might know
where you can borrow the dough,

but the interest
would be highly substantial.

-How substantial?
-A point a week.

This is not from a bank,
this is not from a finance company.

But could this be done today?

Could be four o'clock. Interested?

Yeah, I'm interested. How do I apply?

You just did.

Frank, you want to bring me up
to speed on this Santiago mess?

We're waiting for lab results
and microfibers

and making inquiries
into his English competency.

I.E., we have a failure to I.D. in lineup
and a confession tainted

because we can't prove
Santiago understood his rights.

What we also have is Mrs. Bernstein's son
riding into court on a flying carpet.

We're still working on it, Irwin.

Can you get me the woman in court
to swear the complaint?

She's had a hell of a day.

Frank, I've got no admissible confession,
no other evidence to ask for bail on.

At least let me get the sympathy vote.

-I'll ask.
-Captain, as soon as you can.

Yeah, he's all yours.
I got to go take my lumps in court.

(telephone ringing)

Ms. Davenport... Jake Tempkin.

-I just got Luis Cordera.
-Mr. Tempkin.

I hear you, uh, represent
Cordera's partner.

-Correct.
-Heard he confessed.

How about we throw him my slow curve
and, uh, call for a postponement,

tell 'em, uh, I haven't
had time to prepare?

How about we get to court
and you defer to my defense?

Which is?

My client's confession is inadmissible,

and his confession is all that links
your client with the crime.

(clears throat)
I'll just hold off on that curve.

-Joyce?
-Sounds good.

-You got time for a quick lunch?
-Actually, no.

Uh, we have to be in court
in about a half an hour, Irwin.

We gotta eat.
We got to keep up our strength.

Look, I'm brown-bagging.
I've got enough for two.

Why don't we, uh, have a quick picnic?

Now, where's a nice, shady tree?

Perfect.

Apple, or a cheese sandwich?

-Cheese.
-Excellent choice.

Grazie.

Prego.

Eddie Santiago wouldn't be
on the menu, would he, Irwin?

Mm-hmm. It's a whole different agenda.

Hmm. A herd of larcenists?

No. Listen... (exhales)

I have been offered chief prosecutor
for the south bureau.

-Irwin, that's great.
-Yeah.

The D.A. and I have been talking
about who would fill my slot.

-Your name's been mentioned.
-You're kidding.

No, the D.A. thinks you are a trouper,
judges adore you,

and your integrity is unimpeachable.

So I have been authorized
to offer you the job.

Forty-four thousand to start,
five weeks' vacation,

unimaginable expense account,
as you can see.

And I know what you're gonna say, Joyce,
I know, but before you do--

-You don't have to.
-I don't have to what?

Explain to me how our jobs
aren't really that different.

Your job is to push the sewage
through the system untreated.

Mine is to fish the juicy gobbets out.

Irwin...

Sorry.

(apple crunches)

The fact is, Joyce,

we both work for the same
waste-management project.

You know, truthfully...
the offer's a surprise,

but my reaction's not what it would
have been four years ago.

Four years ago, this would
have sounded like treason.

Joyce, don't you ever get tired
of feeling wrong, even when you're right,

when you win a case
but you know the guy did the crime?

Irwin, I believe in the right to counsel.

No question.

I'm talking about personal feelings.

I'm talking about feeling bad personally.

The answer is-- the short answer's yes.

Sometimes I do.

-I won't totally say no yet, Irwin.
-Good.

But it sure feels weird.

Joyce...

when bald-headed Bernstein
puts a psychopath off the street,

he never has any mixed feelings.

Bernstein feels like John Wayne.

Let's go to court, Duke.

(apple crunches)

JABLONSKI: Van's waiting.
Better move those people out.

Are you sure you're up to
going to court, Mrs. Tripp?

I'm up to anything

-that helps send these men to prison.
-NATALIE: All right, gentlemen.

Hands on each other's arms,
right up in front.

Let's move along here. Come on.

3:00 p.m., election for the PBA
representative is now officially over.

-Sarge.
-Ballot counting will commence.

Get out the old abacus now, Sergeant.

Meaning exactly what?

Well, nothing, uh... (clears throat)
It was an attempt at humor.

When it comes to the
electoral process, Lieutenant,

Jablonski's got a zero sense of humor.

LEO: Hill Street, Officer Schnitz.

Neck and neck with his I.Q.

Watkins Hill House, right?

Yeah.

Peppy, Levitt...

firebomb, you guys.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct talking over police radio)

(wailing stops)

MAN: Watkins Hill House.

One fatality, store owner,
I.D.'d as Mel Watkins, D.O.A.

-Car bomb...
-Excuse me, please.

-(coughing)
-Open up, please. This lady's hurt.

(indistinct talking over police radio)

Who saw what happened?
Did you see what happened?

You happened.

You convinced George Watkins

that you could protect him
from the Intestinales.

Now they've killed him.

Forty percent cheaper, 50 percent tougher.

How about 100 percent deader?

Why don't you show 'em
how tough you are now?

Mrs. Louise Tripp, deponent, states

that defendants Eddie Santiago
and Luis Cordera

forcibly entered her home
and committed sexual acts

upon her against her will,

rendering her grievous
bodily harm, so sworn.

Um, Counsel, approach, please.

Sergeant... please, will you join us?

All right. Now what do we have here?

Co-defendant Santiago
made a full confession

following his arrest, Your Honor.

Objection.

My client, Mr. Santiago, was not advised
as to his rights upon arrest.

Arresting officers read him his rights.

In English, which Mr. Santiago
neither understands nor speaks.

The people's case is totally based
on an inadmissible statement.

They have no other evidence.

-You give Mr. Santiago Miranda?
-Yes.

He give you any indication
it was Greek to him?

No.

-He give you any indication it wasn't?
-No.

Uh-huh.

Hey, you there at the defense table,
your fly is open!

(people chuckle)

(clears throat)

Looks like you're on the money, Joycie.

Also, Mr. D.A., I note here,
defendants are not suspect

in other recent geriatric rapes

by virtue of incompatible
blood types, right?

That is apparently correct,
Your Honor. Mm-hmm.

Thank you very much. Stand back.

JUDGE: Mrs. Tripp?

The court is sensitive
to the grievous harm done to you...

but I'm afraid that the case
against these men is so minimal,

the court cannot, in good conscience,

set the high bail
such charges usually dictate.

So 1,000 dollars,
ten percent cash alternative.

-(gavel bangs)
-Next case.

-Can you make bail?
-LUIS: Yeah.

-What?
-BAILIFF: 22J37...

-FURILLO: Mrs. Tripp?
-MRS. TRIPP: (indistinct)

-Mrs. Tripp, they're--
-Are they going free?

They're-- No, no, no, no.
They're going to stand trial.

I don't understand.

-No, they'll stand trial.
-Why are they getting out?

It's just bail. They'll stand trial.

-When? In four months? Six?
-FAY: No. I don't know.

MRS. TRIPP: How many more women
will they be allowed to do this to?

-I don't know.
-They go free, and I'm afraid to go home.

Let me ask you something, who's in jail?

(crying)

(indistinct chatter)

-Hey, Bobby.
-Hey.

Right on time. This is, uh, Walter.

-Hi, Walter.
-Good news, Bob. You've been accepted.

-Great!
-7,200 dollars.

Weekly payments,

interest is a point a week
on the outstanding balance.

All right, you're under arrest.

BOBBY: Violation of state section 7...

-Hey, Bob.
-...of set usury law.

What's going on here?
I'm tryin' to help you budget your money.

Uh, anything between you guys,
I'm not privy to, huh?

-Save it, creep!
-You have the right to remain silent.

-You have the right to an attorney.
-You have the right to remain silent.

(hinge squeaks)

I'm telling you, I wanna see Intestinale.

I told you, Mr. Intestinale's
gettin' a shave.

-He can't see you now.
-(screams)

(glass shatters)

Hey, hey, hey! What's all the commotion?

You Sal Intestinale?

One... two...

three.

Let me guess,
Three Guys Garbage Company, right?

-You killed Watkins!
-Mike! Mike! Mike!

SAL: Put the gun away, man.
It's bothering my niece.

Twenty minutes, Mr. I?

Yeah, baby. Twenty minutes.

(laughs) You guys got names?

Yeah, I'm John Longstreet.
That's Neil Jefferson.

This here's Mike. He's a little excitable.

No, he's all right. I can tell.

Come on in. Everything's under control.

You're the tough guys.

(laughs) I saw your ad.

Tell me something.

You come into my territory,
advertising 50 percent tougher.

Now, what is that?

To me, it indicates, uh,
a lack of respect. Hmm.

I mean, could it be, really,
that you're only 30 percent as tough?

Or ten percent? (laughs)

-(grunts)
-Hey!

I mean, maybe you're, uh,
maybe you're just equally as tough.

I mean, would you settle
for being equally as tough?

Could be, sure.

(groans)

Maybe even, uh, ten percent less tough?

-Is that possible?
-Yeah.

SAL: I'll tell you something.

I don't want that, uh,
anybody should be just as tough.

-I want us to cooperate.
-Meaning?

I throw a little business your way,
I put you in the way of some real bread.

Everybody prospers. Cooperation.

You want us to work for you.

A franchise deal, like I got
with all the other independents.

Now you're gonna make
more with me in one day

than you will in a week
working for yourself.

(laughs) Hey, Mike...

Hey... how's your head, huh?

Hey, Carl... get the man some ice.

No more tragic accidents either,
like Mr. Watkins, huh?

What do you say? Mr. Zip-lip?

Worth discussin'.

SAL: Hey, Mike.

Look at him. Don't be so serious.

-Life's a cabaret, huh?
-Uh-huh.

(laughs)

(telephone ringing)

Oh, Frank, tails on both Cordera
and Santiago have called in.

Cordera's back at his apartment,
Santiago's at the mariachi bar.

Captain, let us go back
in the neighborhood.

I know we can find somebody
that's heard him speak English.

I want us off him now, Luce.

I want our uniforms
out of that neighborhood.

-What else do we have going?
-What we were talking about.

You wanted to see us, Captain?

Thanks for all your attentions.

-(chuckles) Good luck, Mr. Eastman.
-God bless you all.

-BOBBY: All right, let's go. Natalie.
-God bless you.

-RENKO: God bless you, pal.
-Usury.

NATALIE: (indistinct) Let's go, you guys.

-Good work, Bobby.
-Thanks, Captain.

-RENKO: Move in here.
-Leo...

S.I.D. have any information on Watkins?

Negative. Washington called.

They're at Intestinale's.
They'll be back in an hour.

Congratulations, Andrew.

I won.

-MAN: Good work, Andy.
-Drat!

Congratulations on you too,
Lieutenant. It's a tie.

You and Renko run off tomorrow.

Lieutenant Goldblume,
you waged a clean campaign.

MAN: Nice work, nice work.

-I voted for you.
-Thank you.

-Way to go, man. Congratulations.
-(indistinct chatter)

Oh.

-Congratulations, Howard.
-Oh, thanks, Henry.

I will accept provisional congratulations.

Incidentally, I would
like to converse with you

at your earliest convenience
concerning this runoff.

Uh, dinner, perhaps. Uh, my treat?

Uh, your favorite deli.

(pop music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Velvet.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Who's winning?

I always beat this guy. He makes me rich.

Is he bragging?

-Eighty cents.
-On me.

MAYO: Thank you. That's sweet.

MAN: You shoot pool, chica?

No, I don't know
how to hold the cue right.

Take my turn. I'll show you how to shoot.

I'll miss the ball,
I'll get you caught up.

Tell him I'll catch him up.

I hear you, mama. I got you.

Oh, good. I didn't think you understood.

SANTIAGO: I understand you, mama.

He's showing you crazy.
Don't hold it like that.

Come here. I'll show you.

-You're busted, sucker. I'm a cop.
-(grunting)

MAYO: Oh! Harry!

Police! Freeze! Coffey! Pats!

-Drop it!
-(gunshots)

(men shouting in Spanish)

(men speaking Spanish)

-(grunting)
-(indistinct chatter)

(sirens wailing)

MAYO: He understood
and responded to my questions.

He formed several sentences of his own.

-No Spanish spoken?
-It was all in English.

-Your exchange was witnessed?
-Yeah, by Garibaldi.

And the bartender.
It was a good choice, Armando.

-Is he gonna make it?
-Most of him.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-Means you scored a bull's-eye, Detective.

Uh, Detective Mayo, I need your piece.

(siren wails)

-Good work, Patsy, Harry.
-Thanks, Captain.

No, it was all Pats, Captain.
She was great.

You better call victims' aid.

Mrs. Furillo's gonna
want to tell Mrs. Tripp

-that Santiago's been arrested.
-Okay.

Uh, Patsy, you better be prepared

for some squad-room flack
about your marksmanship.

Captain, he was moving.
I-I was aiming for his leg.

Understood.

I was going for the guy's leg.

Sometimes you just get lucky.

(telephone ringing)

Furillo.

Was his guard hurt?

Thanks, John.

-Damn it.
-What?

Department was hiding a witness
till he could give grand-jury testimony.

-Killed?
-Kidnapped.

(sarcastically) You're shocked.

I don't shock as easily as I used to.

Irwin Bernstein's been offered
head of south bureau, Frank.

Good for Irwin.

How did you happen to hear that?

He offered me his old job.

-You considering it?
-Yep.

For openers, it's an extra seven grand.

Can't hate the 7,000.

It could be a very dramatic reorientation.

That has an appeal.

If anything, being a P.D.
has made me believe

even more strongly than when I left school

that I can't pull my punches
if the process is going to work.

It's upsetting to climb into the ring

and realize sometimes
the energy isn't there.

Maybe you ask too much of yourself.

The process is too important
to shortchange that way.

What about the person?

(sighs)

Maybe the person's been doing
the same thing for too long.

Anyway...

I'd like to consider
the possibility of finding out.

It's like I've been using my left so long,

now maybe I ought to find out
if my right's any good.

I'll tell you one thing, kiddo,

-your legs are still there.
-(laughing)

Let's see if I've lost it in the clinches.

-(groans)
-(laughs)

Oh, oh, oh! Oh, yeah?

-(laughs)
-JOYCE: Mm.

(closing theme playing)