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(telephone rings)

Hello. (sighs)

Speaking.

No, he didn't call me.

It's the first I've heard.

Are there charges against him?

Yeah. Okay.

7:15? Fine.

Buntz shot a Heights detective.

Item six: Lieutenant Buntz
is gonna be unavailable today

on account of a shooting that took place

last night in his underground garage.

Detectives LaRue and Washington
are gonna be taking up his caseload.

Also, Mick Belker's off.

He's got a medical emergency.

Robin's having the baby?

No, no, Mick's just
going in for a tooth cap.

Item seven: sentencing's today
for Mr. Robert Dunlaw,

well-known and well-disliked slumlord

at 226 Freemont Avenue.

Attaboys to Officers Hill and Renko

for their diligent work
with the tenants' organization

in building up a case
against this sleazeball.

(cheering)

They're gonna be in court today.

Item eight: fellas...

we've been getting a lot of complaints

from a Miss Kelly

out of the Andrea Charmain Academy
of Dance and Aerobics.

Now she's complaining that cops

have been taking their lunch hour
to gawk at the ladies

doing their exercises
through the plate-front window.

Well, if Miss Kelly don't want
people looking at them ladies

running around in their skimpies,
they shouldn't have put that window there.

(hisses)

Let's show some cooperation, huh?

Let's keep our minds on business?

Okay.

Item nine: today, this precinct,

and more specifically, yours truly,

hosts the final meeting
of the desk sergeants'

rule-book revision committee.

Now we fine sergeants
have been burning the midnight oil

for three months now, making assessments

on how to update this musty, old elephant.

-(chatter)
-Okay. All right.

Assignments. While I'm otherwise occupied,

Sergeant Bates here is gonna be manning
the front desk.

Officer McBride will be riding

with Officer Lipsky
on account of Galvin's out with the flu.

Incidentally, that flu's
still going around, people.

So listen, take care of yourselves, okay?

All right, that's it. Let's get rolling.

-(chatter)
-They're getting away out there.

By the way, clean up
your breakfast things, will you?

The sergeants are gonna
be meeting down here.

Put a copy of the Donahue report
on your desk.

-IAD call?
-Shipman's on his way,

and Captain Ajanian's coming with him.

It's a Heights investigation.

Frank, I heard about this cop-shoots-cop
incident on the news.

That's going to get ink, Frank.

How we gonna handle it?

How are we going to handle it?

Graham, this incident relates
only to my job as precinct captain.

It doesn't involve you in any way.

Okay, Frank,
I'm certain you'll do what's best.

Um, I stopped by
because I'm checking out locations

for campaign headquarters.

Any chance you can break away
and take a look?

Well, today's out.

I have an IAD investigation.
I'm supposed to meet the chief.

I'll let you know what I find.

It came via Kalimantan,

Sarawak and then Singapore.

Maybe we ought to check that out
with bomb squad, Lieutenant.

Oh, no, this happens to be a gift

from the Bupati of Bima Besar.

I was only kidding. Happy birthday.

It's not my birthday.

Hey, Mel, where's the sergeants' meeting?

They're down in roll call, sir.

Thanks. I'll see you later.

Wow!

Hey! What you got there, Lieutenant?

Some guy sent it to him from overseas.

It must be some kind of flute,
huh, Lieutenant?

Oh, well, something of this nature
is often employed in rites of passage.

Give it a blow.

Yes! Yes!

Animist rituals have what they call...

a spirit sound.

(tinny sound)

Uh, Lieutenant,
maybe you got to finger it.

Here. Let me try.

I used to play the sax.

Ouch!

Oh, it's a blowgun.

(giggles)

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)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(siren wails)

(coughing)

I'm a police officer.

Put your hands out away from your body.

I'll move them in a minute.

Do I know you?

Mick!

Eddie! Eddie Gregg.

Sure. You sent me to Florida.

You got me to clean up my act.

What the hell were you doing back there?

Trying to get an advance.

You work there?

I'm gonna apply just
as soon as I feel better.

(coughs)

Oh! (panting)

what's wrong with you?

I'm sick.

I've got it.

Oh, God.

You got that? AIDS?

Yeah.

-Come on.
-Am I arrested?

I'm not arresting you.

-I'm taking you over to County Hospital.
-Forget it, Mick.

I've already made the hospital.
They can't help me anymore.

You got to go someplace.

Could you take me to my room?

Yeah. Come on.

Didn't get much sleep, huh?

No, I was at the hospital till Tommy died.

-I got home around 5:30.
-MAN: Guido?

Hi, Captain.

You know Lieutenant Shipman from IAD.

-Yeah, sure.
-We got room A.

-You want to get some notes?
-No, I'm ready.

Go ahead.
I'm gonna have a word with Furillo.

Thank you, sir.

-Frank.
-Bob.

-I heard you were sitting in.
-I've got a few questions of my own.

What's the word from SID?

You know, the gun that Buntz claims
was Donahue's is untraceable.

There are some latent prints,
but mostly inconclusive.

-What about witnesses?
-People say they heard shouts,

but nobody went into the garage
till after it happened.

Now, Buntz stayed with Donahue
until he went into a coma,

but he never got a statement.

I find self-defense is a hard buy.

Yeah, but, Joe, we already got
salmons, magentas, pinks, and blues.

And I say that chartreuse
is your crucial fifth color!

Distinguishes between animal code
violations and public nuisances.

What are you guys doing?
Starting without me?

No, no, we just thought you'd skip,

like the last two times.

Oh, come on, Sarge.

Give me a break, will you?

-I got me a bad back.
-(laughs)

Probably all that exercise
you get, huh, Lou?

Heard the man's a wrestler.
Always pounding the mats.

(laughing)

(laughs) Hey, listen, you guys.

Sex after 60 is twice as nice.

(laughs)

You want to sit down?

Got a lot of ground to cover here.

And frankly, I'm not interested in you

and your latest conquest.

And Detective Donahue
had his hands behind his head?

That's right.

Then when I came out,
he lowered them, like this.

I could see he had a little .25 automatic

hidden between his palms aimed at me,

-and I shot him.
-Why do you feel your former partner

-would want to kill you?
-Vince Delaberto

was killed the night before.

I knew Tommy killed him.

Did Donahue ever admit to you
that he killed Delaberto?

No, but I was looking around.

I'd have turned something
up and Tommy knew that.

Why were you trying to turn something up?

We talked yesterday. I was on the case.

There was no departmental reason
for you to be involved.

You know I was personally
involved with Tommy.

-Weren't you working with him, Guido?
-Working with him?

What's that supposed to mean?

Hold it a second.

Mr. Fratello, you know this man?

Yeah, he shook me down with Tommy Donahue.

-Hey, now look!
-Lieutenant Buntz, be quiet.

When was the last time
you saw this man, Mr. Fratello?

Couple of months back.

Donahue came and shook me down,

and this guy was with him.

Put me in the backseat of the car,
couple cracks to the ribs.

And he stood outside.

Kept lookout.

Come on.

(door closes)

All right, now first of all,
I never saw any shakedown,

and second, what's that shylock
got to do with anything?

-I see linkage here.
-What linkage?

-You and Tommy were pulling shakedowns!
-Not a chance!

Donahue owed that guy money
and that's all.

I told you yesterday,
Tommy was in sewerage.

I'll run it for you.

You were shaking people,
and Vince Delaberto was on to you. A.

B: you had to do something
before Delaberto made a case,

so either you whacked him yourself,
or you scared Donahue bad enough

so he'd go whack him.

Then, C: you couldn't be sure
Donahue was gonna stand up,

so you whacked him, too.
Now tell me it doesn't lay out.

Yo!

Thanks.

The decor isn't much.

But you can see the river.

That's nice.

Eddie.

-You know that I broke my tooth?
-Ouch.

Yeah. I was on my way to the dentist
when I saw you, and I think--

Always take care of your teeth.

Yeah.

Good luck, Eddie.

Mick, how late are you?

Wow, I'm late.

I'm supposed to be there now.

What?

I want some ice cream.

I should call you a doctor.
That's what I should do.

No. No doctors.

You want ice cream?

Okay.

Sure.

Um, what flavor?

Chocolate. Love it.

Chocolate. Right.

Mick?

I'm sorry I'm making you late.

It's all right.

(melancholic music playing)

Mr. Dunlaw, you have anything to say
before I impose sentence?

Yeah.

I'm not a crook.

-(spectators murmur)
-I'm a property owner.

JUDGE: Quiet.

(bangs gavel) Enough!

Mr. Dunlaw?

When this court thinks of you,
it thinks of rats,

falling plaster, inoperative boilers,
and backed-up toilets.

In our plea bargain,
I promised I wouldn't jail you.

A jail term wouldn't help
your tenants anyway.

That's absolutely correct, Your Honor.

I sentence you, therefore, to probation,

with the following condition:

you will be escorted from this courtroom

by arresting officers Hill and Renko

and are hereby ordered confined

to the janitor's apartment

-at 226 Freemont Avenue...
-(cheering, laughing)

...until such time as you bring
that building up to code.

Hold the phone, Your Honor,
this would be worse than jail.

That's a sorry admission, Mr. Mangella.

What, are you starting
your campaign, Judge?

(bangs gavel) Silence or contempt.

Next! (bangs gavel)

Yeah, I was wrong, and I was out of policy
going out with Donahue,

but that doesn't mean
I deliberately killed anybody.

If I wanted Tommy dead, I sure
wouldn't have taken him to no hospital.

Ajanian came over here to get me.

Nothing I can do about it.
It's in his jurisdiction.

Am I supposed to do, just sit on my hands?

No, you'll sit
at your desk till further notice.

But I know the history on this.

Look, if you have any leads on evidence,

I suggest
you turn them over to the Heights.

Oh, yeah. I do that, and I'm done.

Norm, what reason could Ajanian have

for wanting to hang this on you?

When I left, it's not like we parted
on the best of terms.

It doesn't begin to justify
what you're suggesting.

Maybe since Donahue made him look bad,

he figures getting me
is gonna make him look good.

I don't know what his reason is,
but he's got one.

-Hello, Frank.
-Graham.

I found an empty storefront
on March and 28th Avenue.

Ideal location for our headquarters.
So I gave them a deposit.

-Isn't that a little premature?
-We want to get the best place

and hire the best people
before somebody else does.

(clears throat)
Maybe we can have dinner tomorrow.

Can I tell the boys in the back room
that tomorrow is definitely the day?

Tomorrow will be the day.

I'm taking that smile
to mean something positive.

No comment till dinner.

I won't press.

By the way, um, earlier,

the reason my antenna went up
over that shooting incident

is that, uh, that could be opportune
for certain people right now.

I don't follow.

Our venerable mayor,
being a one-time police lieutenant

and longtime friend
of Heights Captain Ajanian.

Are you suggesting that Captain Ajanian
is Ozzie's man?

I'm just considering possibilities.

Trouble for you at this time
might revitalize Ozzie as a candidate.

It's just a theory.

(telephone ringing)

Anybody wants to know,
I'm out eating a hoagie.

On pages 414-416, subsection G,

the Randall-Salassey morbidity test,

that remains as is.

Have you, uh, ever asked yourself

just what is a morbidity test?

If it don't cook,
it don't belong in a book.

All right, now just tell me
what this looks like.

Then I can look it up in appendix B

and I can tell you just how depressed
or whatever you are.

-Now what do you see?
-Let me think here a minute.

Uh, I guess I see, uh...

a nice pair of ripe melons.

(snickers)

No, no, wait, wait! I got it.

Ah! Got it.

A great, big pair of tickets.

(laughing)

You know, you can never
take things serious, Lou.

To you, everything is a big joke!

Well, come on, back off a little bit.

Just trying to have a little fun.

Hey, Jabo, the wife's high-fiber
breakfast is working.

What do you say we take a little break?

Yeah, okay. Be back in 20 minutes.

You see? Look, you see how it is down here
with the kids with the golf clubs?

Believe me,
they are not headed for the back nine.

No offense, Officer Hill, but this is
a dangerous neighborhood for white people.

Mr. Dunlaw, you were sentenced.

Now it's our duty to take you
to 226 Freemont Avenue

-to serve that sentence.
-I know,

but at least you'll stay with me, right?

Till I get some locks on the door
and get my phone in?

Believe it or not,
we do have other duties to attend to.

We're not your private police force.

I got to hire my own cops now?

Before you spend money on security forces,

might I suggest you spend
some money on the building.

If Judge Wachtel wasn't planning
on running for public office,

none of this goes down like this.

(crowd clamors)

-There he is.
-(honks horn)

Mr. Dunlaw!

You and I are gonna go over this list,
every single item.

-We got him here now!
-Yeah!

You're gonna be doing
some serious fixing here!

(indistinct warning)

Get the man out of the car.
Just step back.

(crowd clamors)

Get out of the vehicle, please.

-No!
-Come on out of there, Dunlaw!

Come on out of there, Dunlaw!

(racket)

Yeah! Yeah!

(yelling)

We gonna see how you like it, Dunlaw!

Yeah! We gonna see how you like it!

You know what? You'll get
your butt thrown in jail, brother!

You got it? Now move back.

(racket)

(church bells ring in the distance)

(coughing)

Mary.

-Oh, no, Guido, not you.
Come on, Mary, we got to talk.

-No. Let go. I'm going to mass.
-We got to talk.

-He thought you were gonna help him!
-Don't you know I tried?

Don't you know I wanted to?

Look, he came after me with a gun.

-He was gonna kill me.
-No!

Look, Mary, there's things I got to know.

Tommy was like a pack rat.
He stashed stuff.

Come on, listen to me.

I'm going to mass. You'll burn in hell!

Look at me
and I'll tell you how I really feel.

No!

You killed him, you rat bastard!

-(tires screech)
-(horns honk)

It's not the house,
of course, but it's not bad.

And it's all rented.

My new philosophy is why own anything
if they just take it away from you?

Cora, of course,
is being totally unreasonable.

Won't even part
with a few towels or flatware.

Anyways, sit on my new rented couch.

So you're giving them
the word tomorrow over dinner.

You know everything.

The fact that I know
shouldn't be a problem.

But one of the first things
I would do if I were mayor

is plug up all those leaks.

And I happen to know
where they are, Frank.

When you're the new kid
on the block in City Hall,

it won't hurt to have somebody
watching your backside.

-Chief, first of all--
-(door creaking open)

-Oh, I'm sorry.
-No, no, not at all. Come in.

We're all friends.

-Hello, Patsy. How have you been?
-Fine.

Congratulations. Fletcher tells me
that tomorrow you make it official.

Chief is sometimes ahead of me.

Well, do you like the place?

I was gonna take
all the credit for the decor,

but in fact Patsy picked everything.

(telephone rings)

Uh, I really should get back, Chief.

No. Stay for a minute.
We have to talk about the PBA thing.

(telephone ringing)

-You seem very surprised.
-Well, I am.

Uh, wasn't too long ago
when it seems to me

you had a very different feeling
about the chief.

Oh, I couldn't stand him
and he kept pursuing me.

But then I finally began to realize

that it wasn't him I couldn't stand.

The things that I didn't like

were a reflection of his unhappiness.

You see that, don't you?

-He does seem more relaxed.
-He is.

Frank, that was Bob Ajanian
from the Heights.

He's got a witness, apparently Donahue's
girlfriend who says your Lieutenant Buntz

-assaulted her on the street.
-What?

-Didn't you restrict the man to his desk?
-Of course I did.

He's in the street, Frank.
Better get him under control.

In, uh, in regard to the Heights,

bear in mind
Ajanian has his own fish to fry.

Meaning what?

Donahue is making him look bad.

It's to his advantage
to have Buntz make you look worse.

(telephone ringing)

Sergeant, do you have
any word from the lab

of what was on that dart tip?

Nothing yet, Lieutenant. How do you feel?

Well, it's kind
of a strange, curious fact,

but I'm experiencing
a sort of weird exhilaration.

Oh.

You have any idea when they're gonna
finish with that banging?

What banging is that?

That drumming sound--
that ba-boom, ba-boom,

ba-boom.

Let me see if I can go
goose them on that report.

-Mm-hmm. Ba-boom, boom...
-(telephone ringing)

-Seen the captain?
-He isn't back yet.

(clears throat)

NEAL: Never seen
the lieutenant that nervous.

J.D.: Hey, I've been there.
It ain't no walk in the spring rain.

You call that pins and needles?

I think you call that
lucky he got back before Furillo did.

NEAL: I heard the captain and the IAD
tell him to keep to his desk.

Is he as much of an outlaw as his rep?

He gets the job done.

Question is if he'll be getting it done
in Furillo's precinct.

Lucy, we have an interrogation room free?

They're both free.

-Norm.
-We got to talk, Captain.

-Come on.
-(siren wails)

Shut the door.

-Look, Captain--
-Shut up. Where the hell have you been?

-I took an hour personal time.
-You're restricted to your desk.

You don't have personal time.

I left my badge and my gun.
I didn't go out as a cop.

Now what in the hell happened, Norm?

Donahue's girlfriend
claims you assaulted her.

That dumb slat. I didn't assault her.

I stopped her on the street.
I wanted to talk to her.

But she didn't want to talk to you.

Not a chance. Captain,
I had an idea about something.

Delaberto kept a book.

IAD found a snitch book.
There was nothing in it.

No, not a snitch book.
The guy kept a journal.

He wrote everything down.

I figure that's what Tommy
wanted when he whacked him.

-Wouldn't he have destroyed it?
-I don't think so.

If Tommy had it, he'd keep it.

He'd figure maybe there'd be
some way he could use it.

It's a long shot, but maybe Mary's got it
or she knows where it is.

(sighs)

Look, uh, whatever you think of me--

We're different sorts of cops, Norman.

Maybe, but we both got a sense
of what's right, and this ain't.

-Where does she live?
-Kemper and 148th.

-That's the Hill.
-Yeah.

Hmph! No, thank you very much.

Henry, amazing. That was toxicology.

What's the verdict?

The poison on the dart was not curare.

The toxicology says it's altogether new.

He thinks that it may come
from the skin of a tree frog.

-You're kidding!
-No.

It's not fair to call an object
like this primitive.

It clearly represents
a very complex technology.

-What do you think this is for?
-(coughs)

Some sort of bagpipe effect?

You know, that's a
very interesting conjecture, Lieutenant.

Ooh! (coughs)

-Oh!
-Oh, my God!

I'm going aloft.

I'm flying.

Now this is the facial hair amendment.

Amended so in the event
an officer's mustache

and/or sideburns are of excessive length

or curled in any manner,

the desk sergeant
will keep in supply scissors

for the correction of said problem.

What are we now, a barbershop?

Oh, may sound corny,
but Joe's got a point.

Scissors are cheap.

We're representatives of law enforcement,

and we ought to look clean and sharp.

Ho ho ho! "Clean and sharp."

Sheesh! Tell me something.

Just when did you ever
look clean and sharp?

Now that's uncalled for, Lou.
We're not talking about individuals.

I'll tell you what we're talking about.

We're talking about the fact
you want to keep

every little, petty procedure in this book

and then throw in a few more of your own.

Cut it, Lue, let's stick to the issue--

The issue is this. You know what?

I think you're in love
with this old hunk of junk.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised
if you didn't take it to bed.

That's it. That's it!

Come on! Come on, Martino! Try me!

My God, Stan. Amazing!

Yeah, he had it coming for a long time.

(panting)

(telephone ringing)

J.D., Neal.

I want you to pull a warrant

and toss an apartment
rented by a Mary Franken.

I thought we were taking a backseat
on that investigation.

It's the Hill. It's within jurisdiction.

Just inform the Heights
on anything we find.

-But we don't inform them before we go?
-No.

-LaRue, Wash.
-Hey, Hill.

Officers, there's a woman here to see you.

-What's going on--
-I called the judge up,

-and he said to call you people.
-Who? For what?

-He's gone.
-Dunlaw's gone?

One of the boys brought him
a dead rat to show him.

Then he starts yelling.

He don't care what no judge said,
he's out of there.

-Maybe we ought to go out to Farmingdale.
-You got the address.

-Yeah, got it someplace.
-441 Towanee.

-All right.
-Thank you.

(telephone ringing)

-You sure you're all right?
-Yes.

This goes to narcotics.

It's got to be hallucinogen.

What I saw was real.

What I saw was truth.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Well, they sure know how to live.

Yeah.

(knocks)

Excuse me, ma'am.
Is this the Dunlaw residence?

Yes, it is.

Is Mr. Dunlaw at home?
I'd like to talk to him.

No, he isn't.

Mr. Dunlaw?

Mr. Dunlaw! Bobby!

(action music playing)

ANDY: Hold it, pal! Hold it right there!

The gate! Through the gate!

(dogs barking)

Okay, pal, you're going back
to your own neighborhood.

(TV playing)

(knocking)

-MARY: Yes?
-Mary Franken?

Police officers.

I'm detective Washington.
This is detective LaRue.

-From the Heights?
-Hill Street.

I only want to talk
to people from the Heights.

Tommy was from the Heights
and they care about him.

Mary, you better let us in.

We got a search warrant.

Are you friends of Guido?

-Who?
-She means Buntz.

We're here to investigate
the death of Detective Donahue.

I don't have to talk
and I don't have to cooperate.

-Hey, Tommy spend much time here?
-No.

We got a feeling
he left some things with you.

-Nothing.
-There's two ways we can do this, Mary.

One, you tell us where they are.

Two, we toss this place into the street

and pick through things in the sidewalk.

You got a warrant. Do your job.

You aren't getting any help out of me.

(indistinct chatter over radio)

Now, sir, I hope you don't expect
any further escort.

No, I'm going.

But I'll tell you something,

nobody's gonna mess with Bob Dunlaw.

Oh, that's so good.

(shivers)

Cold!

Do you want another blanket?

Joey.

Little street hustler,

always said breathing in,

breathing out.

Eddie!

You know, a lot's happened
since the last time I saw you.

I'll bet, a lot of busts under the bridge.

Yeah. I got married!

-You're kidding!
-Yeah!

Oh, that's great, Mick.
Tell me everything.

She's very nice.

Her name's Robin.

-She's also a cop.
-I'm not surprised.

We're gonna have a baby.

Mick!

Congratulations.

Thank you very much, Eddie.

-A little Belker.
-(laughs) Yeah!

She's due in three weeks.

You want a boy?

I just want a healthy baby.

I really want a boy.

Yeah.

Don't make fun of him, Mick.

The way he walks.

(voice breaking) I got to go, Eddie.

Thanks for everything, Mick.

This was my lucky day.

I'm gonna come back and see you soon.

Great!

(melancholic music playing)

You want any more of that ice cream?

Thanks.

I'll see you, Eddie.

I'll see you, Mick.

You're stepping all over my toes.

Buntz accosts the girl on the street,

your guys toss her apartment.
What's going on?

Mary Franken is a resident of the Hill.

I don't care if she lives on the moon.
It's a Heights case!

Two of my men are dead.

And one of my men is a possible suspect!

We won't step beyond policy
and we'll inform you of anything we find,

but I have every right
to make my own investigation.

Okay, Frank.

I thought we had a gentlemen's agreement.

I was wrong.

-Anything?
-Nothing.

-Not exactly nothing.
-What do you mean?

That's just the way I read her, Captain.
She was too smug about the search.

-It wasn't there, but she's got something.
-Maybe she'd talk.

-We tried. She's pretty hostile.
-She worshipped the guy.

She figures they might hang me.
She wants to tie a little knot.

All right, bring her in.
Don't ask her any questions, be pleasant,

but bring her straight to my office.
Norm, you get out of sight.

(siren wails)

REPORTER: ...is being held as a hostage.

He's got a knife on the judge
who sentenced him.

-Wachtel?
-What's Wachtel doing up there?

I don't know.
He's brought a couple of reporters.

Showboating!

-Where's Lieutenant Goldblume?
-He's on his way.

We don't want to lose another one.

What's going on?

DUNLAW: Stay out! Just stay out!

Oh, lord.

All right, Mr. Dunlaw, now we're gonna
have to solve this thing

before somebody gets hurt.

You want to know how we solve it?
Get me out of here!

We can't do that, Dunlaw.
That's what the judge sentenced you to do.

(muffled)
Mr. Dunlaw, just let me talk to you.

Now, look, the judge is trying
to say something.

-Listen to him.
-Ungag him at least, Dunlaw.

That's the man you got to talk to.

All right, you just remember,

I got the roast-beef knife, Judge.

I simply want to say, Mr. Dunlaw,
that you're right.

I've now made on-site inspections,
and, um...

these people don't know
how to take care of a place.

I mean, you fix it for them and they, uh,
they break it.

Why bother with fixtures
when they're only gonna be stolen?

That's it! You got it!

It's like the bulbs.
They steal them right out of the hall!

Right, and they, uh,
they bust the mailboxes.

And they, uh, urinate in public areas.

Well, Mr. Dunlaw,
I am commuting your sentence.

Also, of course, you'll have amnesty
for this, um...

(exhales) kidnapping.

All right.

All right, now that's
a reasonable man talking.

I hope you all heard that!

-Arrest this man!
-What?

I gave you amnesty on the kidnap,

not for felony endangerment,
not for possession of a weapon.

Judas!

Fingers were crossed, too.

(crowd clamoring)

REPORTER: Here he comes now.
Excuse me, Judge.

Your Honor, what did you say to the guy?

Did you really have
your fingers crossed, sir?

Uh, could I trouble you
with one more news item?

All right, you ready? Uh...

After many months of soul-searching,

"Give 'Em Hell" Wachtel
is today announcing

his candidacy for superior court--

My father is on me for years,

"Go to law school, become a lawyer,
maybe later a judge.

a respected member of the community."

They're not all like that guy.

I made the right decision.

So far, I like being a cop.

-How long you been in?
-4 1/2 years. You?

Me? I just got out
of the academy in December.

I guess that's why they partnered me up
with a veteran.

No doubt.

You still like it after four years?

Depends on when I'm asked.

What about right now?

(laughs) Sure!

I'll take that as a good sign.

WACHTEL: In the face of controversy,

judges pick up a rock
to see what vermin live beneath it

and then crush it out.

You never knew Tommy.

No, I didn't.

I'll bet you heard he was a bad cop.

-Nothing was ever proved.
-That's right.

And they never could
have proved it, either.

Mary, did Tommy have any evidence
that might have worked in his defense?

I never go through his stuff.
He wouldn't have liked that.

But he said there were
things that were important.

You know the best thing for everybody
would be just to clear all this up.

You're not gonna try
and say Guido didn't shoot him.

No. But maybe he had to.

I know that.

But I just can't help being mad at him.

I'm just so mad at him!

Mary, you said you had some things
that Tommy thought were important.

Help me put all this to rest.

Tell me where they are.

I know you're mad at Guido.
May I tell you something? So am I.

But that doesn't mean
I'm gonna turn my back on the truth.

You can't run away from the truth, Mary.

Nobody can.

I've got a box of stuff
in the trunk of my car.

It belonged to Delaberto.

I wasn't supposed
to look at it, but I did.

It makes Tommy look bad.

(sniffling)

I'm telling you,
with all the revisions and amendments,

we have a grand total

of 745 pages.

Aw, that machine of yours must be busted.

That's 62 more pages than we started with.

The XJ-23 personal calculator
doesn't make mistakes, Jablonski.

If we hadn't added those damn chartreuses,

we'd be in good shape now.

Who was it lobbed three extra pages
on the headgear section?

Plastic rainhats.

I'm telling you, if you just got a PC
with a 20-megabyte hard disk,

you could store all these forms and--

We hear you, we hear you.

Maybe next year,
we'll get enough money appropriated

so that we can look
into a computer system.

Meanwhile, we're gonna have to live with
Old Faithful here another year.

Maybe we didn't make a model manual,

but I'm sure that we made
some improvements.

My thanks to all of you

and my apologies
for disrupting the meeting.

Oh. Hey, Stan, don't worry about it.

Thanks for the hospitality.

(chatter)

Take it easy.

See you around, Lou.

So long.

See you, Lou.

Yeah.

I hope your nose is still working.

Hey, come on.

I've been hit harder
by my 12-year-old cousin.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, listen. Why don't you come down
to the bowling alley sometime?

I'll introduce you to a couple babes.

(laughing) Sure! Right!

MELVIN: Here you go, Sarge.

I drained this bacon like you asked,
but I don't know.

Here, keep your head warm, Lou.

Yeah, you bet. (laughs)

Oh, yeah.

Here we are.

All ready for action.

I'll see you all of a sudden, Stan.
(snaps fingers)

(whistles)

(snaps fingers)

Uh-huh, here it is.
Here's the winner, right here.

Delaberto's list of stuff
Donahue stole off the crime scene.

Sealed bottle of pharmaceutical cocaine

and two firearms, 9mm P38.

They took out 2 9mm slugs from Delaberto.

Other piece is a .25-caliber
Beretta automatic.

That's the gun he aimed
at you, right, Norm?

-Yeah, that's right.
-Serial numbers?

Right here.

Delaberto was building
quite a little case.

Against Donahue, Captain.

Not against Donahue and Buntz.

FRANK: Okay. Run the numbers
and be sure IAD gets that material.

And be sure that the Heights gets
a covering memo.

On its way.

So, uh, is that gonna cover it, Captain?

Ajanian may still want a board of rights
for your conduct with the loan shark.

That folds. It's a crock.

It was Donahue being a jerk.

Norman, I would like
to go forward with the feeling

that nothing like this Donahue incident
will ever happen again.

How could it ever happen again, Captain?

Tommy was my only friend...

and I shot him.

Reporter at my desk wants a statement

regarding what action
you're taking against Buntz.

There are no specific charges
which demand any immediate actions.

Ajanian is giving interviews,

calling Buntz renegade,
implying you're protecting him.

I better talk to him.

Captain, Mr. Wells.

I know I should have called,
but it's important we talk in private.

Catch up with you in a minute, Henry.

(sighs)

Ozzie has let us know that he feels
this Buntz thing might discredit you.

He's coming back to life,
but don't worry about that.

There's something in the works
that will take care of that.

What are you talking about, Graham?

Frank, in politics, being uninformed
is sometimes simply expedient.

If something's going on,
I want to know about it.

You will know about it
when the time is right, which is not now.

Now we have to discuss what action
to take regarding your man Buntz.

Meaning what?

You make an announcement that openly
expresses your disdain for his actions.

Ideally, an announcement
that says he's being transferred.

Before you announce your candidacy,
this has to be put to bed.

I've already taken care
of this directly with Buntz.

You haven't taken care of it
for the voters of this city.

They already heard
and read enough about Buntz

to taint you before you even get started.

Frank, I've got to tell you
that this announcement

has an importance
beyond its obvious PR value.

Which is?

I have to feel that we can work together.

You're saying this is a kind of test.

Not a test, but a demonstration
that you can be part of a team,

that you're not gonna be a maverick.

Believe me, this is important.

I've told you before, Graham.

I will not use my job here to serve
the needs of any political campaign.

Well, if that's really your position,

I guess we can skip dinner tomorrow.

Well, it's my position.

-We'll be in touch.
-I'll be here.

When did this happen?

Found him about an hour ago.

Are you a friend?

I'm a police officer.

(voice breaking) And I'm a friend.

If you're an intimate friend,
you better get tested.

Go ahead.

Excuse me.

Just a minute.

(melancholic music playing)

FRANK: Are you upset?

I have to admit I'm a little disappointed.

But you understand why I couldn't go
through with it.

I'm trying, Frank.

I thought I explained everything.

You did.

It's just hard for me
to overcome the feeling

that Norman Buntz kept
you from becoming mayor.

No, no! It was the politics.

It was just starting
to get to a place where...

I knew I could never fit in.

WOMAN (on TV): ...by total surprise.
-There's Ozzie.

...could not be identified by name,

was apparently
an outstanding political science student

who was interned
on a study project at City Hall.

Cathy Korngold is at City Hall now.

Cathy, can you hear me?

Yes, I'm here with Police Chief Daniels.

Chief Daniels, will the mayor be indicted?

Well, we have given the evidence,

which we believe supports charges
of attempted child molestation

and lewd and immoral conduct,
to the district attorney's office.

And in your opinion,

should Mayor Cleveland resign
now that he faces these charges?

Graham Wells said
Ozzie would be taken care of.

-So do you think it was a setup?
-Yes!

I do feel that in the coming elections,

the voters should seek beyond

the prole-offered political choices.

Seek a person whose qualifications

are known to them
directly through his efforts

-and not the creations of a political--
-No, Daniels is still talking.

(laughs) He's giving a campaign speech,
now that the field's clear.

You don't want to hear?

I've lost my interest in politics.

(chuckles)

(theme music playing)