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Thank you.

Thank you.

Looks like their mailman just delivered.

Let's give them time to unwrap the package.

We're ready, Hooker. Just say when.

He's pulling out the spare tire.

The drugs could be in there.

Listen, Bucket, just be sure my buyers don't get hassled by the retail.

I'll see what I can do. I don't pay you to see.

When I pay a cop like I'm paying you, I pay you to do.

Divisional Vice busts a lot of joints I never hear about.

He's got the smack.

We're moving in.

Let's do it.

Come on.

Go.

Showtime, Lieutenant?

Showtime it is. Let's go pick up the trash.

Hey, you shut me up, you lousy cop.

I didn't know, Coleman. I didn't know, I swear.

Hey, take care. I didn't know.

Before you see the street again, dirtball.

Why'd you do it?

Ice, one of your own men.

On your knees.

And behind your neck.

Paul

Butler

out of Midtown.

Back there.

Blown away.

Butler.

Well, what was he doing here?

He couldn't have known about the operation. It was a secret.

Maybe he was conducting an investigation on his own.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, we'll get into it.

But right now, I want that slime locked away.

As for the stash, well, you recovered it, Hooker, so you earned the right to

it in the property.

All this for two bags of white powder.

It may not look like much, but that white powder you're holding is pure

white. You cut it...

Put it on the street, you got six million dollars to line your pockets.

Book it, Stace.

A gold star beside your record wouldn't hurt.

Oh, no, Hooker, you're the one who should... Well, you book it.

You know how I hate paperwork.

Besides, I'm going to have my hands full telling Mrs. Buffett that she's a

widow.

Hey, what do you got there?

Cocaine? Heroin glazer, two kilos of China white, six million bucks worth on

street. Thanks to the heroic efforts of my partner.

Okay, you guys, give me a break.

Sure, as long as you don't get a big head.

How'd you both like a knuckle sandwich? Here's a receipt and claim number for

when the stuff goes in for testing. Which may be pretty soon. Coleman claims

that's sugar. Yeah, I guess he was going to bake a big cake.

Boy, do I have a recipe for him.

It's good to see you too, man.

Three months can be a long time when you care for someone.

I thought about it for a long time before I returned your ring. And I've

your wishes. I haven't tried to see you. I know. I appreciate that.

Stace, we're still friends, right?

Then let's have a nice family dinner.

I'm not sure that'd be a good idea.

Tonight.

Armando's.

Sounds tempting.

I don't know. If you're uncomfortable, you can...

Just have a glass of wine and leave.

No strings attached.

Okay?

I'm going to hold you to that.

Terrific.

I'll pick you up at eight.

Okay.

Ellen Butler must have taken the news hard.

Like every other cop's wife, every time her husband went off to work, she waited

for someone to deliver the bad news.

I've had my share of delivering that bad news.

And for Ellen, the wait is over.

This snitch we're looking for, Joe Deems, you figure he knows why Paul

was in the wrecking yard. The rehab type who went back on the needle and locked

into Coleman.

None of the guys arrested in the bust said word one about anything. What makes

you think Deems will talk?

He's a junkie.

And junkies can be made to do almost anything.

Those who hang out here seem to be pretty high up the ladder. Wouldn't

Deems would fit in. Deems fits in anywhere. Blends with the wallpaper.

I thought it made him such a valuable snitch.

Dad, put your hands on the table. Get rid of this in your pocket.

You can't pull this on my clothes.

Watch me.

It's your first deed. I went through your pockets.

You guys stink.

Coming for you, that's a compliment. But I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll make you a deal.

You deliver Joe Deems to me.

I'll back off.

I haven't seen him in weeks. You're lying through your teeth.

Your dean seems to be allergic to blue suits.

We're going to keep looking, Romano.

We're fine.

Ah, good.

I think I will have some espresso.

Thanks.

Now, where were we?

You were trying to convince me we ought to pick up where we left off.

So tell me, how am I doing so far?

You always were a persuasive counselor.

Can't see how you'd ever lose a case.

Somehow I get the feeling I'm not winning this one.

Look, Mac.

The reason I didn't want to see you after I broke off the engagement is

it just hurt too much.

Is it hurting now?

I'm a police officer, and I worked hard to get where I am.

I want to keep on doing what I'm doing.

You never could understand how important that is to me. I started understanding

just about the time you said goodbye.

You know, you were making me crazy. The endless pressure to choose between my

career and you.

I admit it. I was a little crazy myself.

It's called being in love.

You know, as long as we're admitting things, if I were looking for a

You might be the right guy.

Thank you.

I'll be right back.

We must have hit half the gin mills in town last night with no Joe Deans. The

guy is a phantom. I missed him twice.

So how long do we keep rousting bars?

Until we find him.

One thing that bothers me.

In four of the spots we hit, there were drug buyers from cities up and down the

coast. You know, I ran into three dealers I busted in San Francisco.

With Coleman's heroin in our property room, what are they hanging around for?

A new supply coming in from somewhere?

Not according to our street source.

A smile like that? I don't have to ask how your date went last night.

I'll never tell.

If it was with who I think it was, you haven't got your head on straight.

Fortunately, that's none of your business, partner.

What was that?

Harrison McKenzie.

You started seeing him again.

I'm sorry to hear that. I thought you made the right move when she broke with

him. You guys lighten up. Like she said, it's none of our business.

Did you hear her voice just now?

Yeah.

But it wasn't the voice of the experience.

Mr. Lavery. Thank you.

You don't look happy to see me, Matt.

Here's the wax impression of her patrol car key.

But I want you to pass the word.

I don't want anything to happen to that girl. I love her.

Well, that's the reason for this.

It's safe, non -violent, no gunplay. We've got the keys. We know the time

they're taking the heroine to the lab and the roof. We create a diversion and

it's ours.

The heroine Coleman was arrested with is yours, isn't it?

You're the man behind Coleman. Let's not complicate our relationship with

extraneous information.

I had a job for you to do, and you did it. Okay, I did it.

Now, where are the tapes you made of our phone conversations?

Patience, McKenzie.

You promised me, Lavery.

Damn it, you lied to me. You were the one who came to us, wanting to self

your testimony.

I was young, ambitious.

One single stupid mistake.

How long do I have to keep paying for it?

I'd say it paid off rather well. No more.

I'm through doing your dirty work.

Perhaps. But we'll decide that.

Not you.

All right, here we are. Two one -kilo packages of white powder.

Checked out to Officer Sheridan.

Destination? Downtown police lab.

Coleman's lawyer asked for an immediate testing.

And what Warren Lavery wants, he usually gets.

So you had dinner with him?

And?

Very nice evening.

And the rest is classified.

They just passed night, heading south on Central. Right on schedule, just like

Larry planned.

We're on the move.

Jim. I see them.

I got it.

4 Adam 16, we have a 211 at 5th and Central.

Officer in foot pursuit.

Colin, tell them we're rolling back up.

Big bad, this is 4 Adam 30 rolling back up from 16.

Let's hear about it. Two suspects hit that liquor store. They got a shot off

Jim. They got away.

What's wrong, Jim?

Garbage can right underneath.

I'm beginning to feel it. You the store owner?

Anybody hurt inside?

Detectives are on their way. Don't touch anything until they get there.

Romano, see that Jim gets to the hospital. Let him wear that shoulder.

I'll ride with Stacy.

Not even a trace of narcotic.

And what the hell is it then?

Milk sugar.

Not even good milk sugar.

We know it was heroin.

We field tested it at the wrecking yard.

It was pure China white.

Sorry.

If you people will excuse me, I have a client who just spent the night in jail

for possessing sugar.

A murder was committed at your client's wrecking yard.

And he was there.

My client's not responsible for people who trespass on his property, but if you

still want to trump up some charge, be my guest.

Now, the packages I turned over to you at the junkyard contained pure slack.

And I'll tell you again, I have no idea what happened. Well, you better figure

it out, Sheridan.

Well, you're going to take a giant fall when you face the trial board.

Badging gun, Shirley.

Shirley.

Spraying ligaments will be all right.

Lieutenant, the buyers are gifted to the town to stock up on Coleman's heroin.

They're still here.

Why? Right. Maybe they got a tip it would be back in Coleman's hands.

You still have to explain how Coleman got the stuff.

Unless Sheridan here handed it over to him.

I don't believe that, man.

Forget about it.

We'll find the smack.

And who took it?

I'd help, but he lifted my badge and gun.

Where do we start?

Paul Butler.

Being at the yard with Coleman.

I have a sick feeling he's mixed up in us.

This lady friend of yours, I wonder how she'd react, say, if you were disbarred,

sent to jail.

What if the cops found out that Coleman was just a front for you?

You have no proof.

I have tape.

All right.

What do you want me to do?

There's $10 ,000 in there.

Exchange it for two small packages and bring them to me.

You're talking about the heroin.

You're a bright man.

Be exceptionally bright.

Don't come back without it.

Here's everything I could find. I hope you can make some sense out of it. Well,

I'll try.

I'm sorry to bring this up at this time, but... What is it?

When I was by the other day, I couldn't help but notice the new car in your

driveway. I wondered how you could manage it on Paul's paycheck.

Paul got a stock market tip from an ex -cop who went to work for a brokerage.

Marty Weinstock?

Yes, Weinstock.

Thank you for everything.

more than just unfair, Stacy.

It's lousy.

I know how much you put into it, how dedicated you are. You're just

but I like it.

I was just wondering if you still feel so gung -ho about the department, seeing

the way they're treating you.

Don't worry about it. I can take care of myself.

I never doubted that.

What if you should happen to decide not to be a cop? Well, then what else would

I do?

You'd be you.

Beautiful, loving, warm.

Deja vu time.

Seems I've heard those words before.

Same words.

Same feelings.

You may also recall that I said, I love you.

I didn't forget what you said. Or what I said.

I remember everything about that night.

I always will.

I want to do more than just remember. I want to live that night again and again.

Every night. For the rest of my life.

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

I have never, ever felt this way about anybody before.

Ever.

Stacy McKenzie.

That's my three.

Yeah.

Speaking of which.

You kept it.

Why don't we see if it still fits?

Paul Butler's pension.

Give me a hand with the rest of the papers.

Here's his will.

Found by Warren Leverett.

What kind of cop can afford his visa?

Think it.

There is one kind.

What do you think, Paul Butler was on the path?

According to this will, Paul had $50 ,000 in the bank account of the Bahamas.

We'll be right there.

Gordon, just talked to Joe Deems' girlfriend.

Said he's hanging out at the old loading docks on Commerce Street.

You got the stuff, Deems? It's in the car.

Where's the money?

Just take one.

Figure I took a big risk.

Big enough for a bonus.

Hey, man, that's your problem.

That's all the money they gave me.

Then that's all the smack you get.

I can't go back with just half the stuff.

They'll kill me.

That's your problem.

You okay?

Yeah.

You think that was Dean's? I know it was.

Ran the license plate on the car you guys chased.

Belongs to Joe Dean.

Casey, who put the suitcase?

Just cleaned out my locker.

Saves you the travel ordinance until next week.

You'll be back on duty by then.

Not going to be a trial. I'm quitting.

Stacey, you've got to be kidding.

Well, I'm not.

All the training and busting my butt at the academy for this?

Well, Reed and the trial board can stop it. Hey, hey, hey.

Cool down. I'm not thinking.

You're a cop.

Born and bred. What else would you do?

Mac and I are getting married.

I haven't set the date yet, but it won't be a long engagement.

Well, how about that?

Stacey, turning in your badge.

Giving up without clearing yourself? That's not right.

Hooker, if you were defending me at the trial board today, what kind of case

would I have?

You still have time to fight it. It's not taking place today.

Today I need someone.

I've got Matt.

You know, the way you and Corrigan lit into Stacy didn't exactly lift your

spirits.

She'll get over fallen spirits the rest of her life, I'm worried about.

That's the point, Hooker.

It's the rest of her life, her marriage.

The wrong guy.

I don't like Mackenzie any more than you do, but she loves him.

I guess she wouldn't consider marrying him if she didn't.

Don't you think I know that?

Oh, yes.

Play for his limo.

You were straddling the line back there. License, please.

I hope you have cause to stop us, Hooker.

I'd hate to think that you were harassing me.

Slavery. Just admiring your limo.

Somehow, I get the feeling you've got something else on your mind.

As a matter of fact, I was thinking about a will.

It would be a pleasure to draw yours.

At $500 an hour? That is your fee, isn't it?

Well, for a servant of the people, I'd make allowances.

Like you did for Paul Butler.

I make out all kinds of wills.

Butler was on your payroll, wasn't he?

You and your clients.

Bowman. If you had proof of that, Hooker, rather than riding in my car,

riding in yours.

You ought to empty your ashtrays more often.

Be seeing you soon.

Have a nice day.

What are you doing here?

I saw your car parked out front.

Stacy, we need to talk.

We have nothing to talk about. The hell we don't.

You're making two of the biggest mistakes of your life back to back.

You just have a blind spot about Mac.

Not a blind spot. I just don't like the guy.

And the way he's taking advantage of your situation to stampede you down the

aisle makes me know I'm right. Wait a minute. I'm standing here in my wedding

dress while you run down the man I'm about to marry?

Something is very wrong with you. Okay, enough about Mackenzie. Your other

mistake is giving up on yourself, on being a cop, without putting up a real

fight. That's not like you, Stace. You're no quitter.

I'm just being practical.

The deck is stacked a mile deep against me. Who fed that kind of bull to you,

Mackenzie?

We're here, Hooker, Romano, and me.

We'll do everything we can to help you clear yourself, but you have to try,

Jim, no more. Hey, look.

If you really want to quit and get married, okay, do it. But with a clean

Take them to the mat.

Prove you're innocent.

And if you still want to, turn in your badge for good, and I'll be there to

the bride and shake hands with the groom.

Just think about it.

Okay?

You sure look beautiful.

You have been playing with that match since you talked to Lavery.

You know how McKenzie lights his pipe?

With a wooden match.

Tamps down the tobacco at the end.

You found that in Lavery's limo?

I gotta talk to Stacy.

Stacy!

Is that a foundry?

I was worried.

I thought maybe you might be too hurt and upset to think so.

About resigning?

Not just that.

Marriage, too.

You don't know Mack, do you?

Do you, Stacy? Do you really know him?

And that's the one to marry him.

I wish I didn't have to tell you this.

But it looks like Mackenzie is involved with labor of Coleman's lawyer.

Possibly more.

He may be behind whoever stole your evidence.

That's crazy.

He would never do anything like that.

Not to me.

Well, think about it.

He could have stolen the heroin when you were out of the car with a key in your

trunk.

And I'm willing to bet that McKenzie had access to those keys sometime before

that. Don't do this to me, Hooker. You have no proof.

All I'm asking for is time.

Don't rush into it.

I love Mac.

I trust him, and I'm going to marry him.

Now, please.

Just go away.

Sometimes, friends hurt each other.

Perhaps you'll understand.

Don't be stupid.

Benjamin will relish the opportunity to educate you.

Look!

We all know how much the heroin's worth.

All I want are those tapes you promised me.

Yes? Miss Sheridan's here to see you.

What a terrific surprise.

I have to speak with you, Mac.

Well, communication is the basis of all relationships.

I've been talking to Hooker. Well, whatever he said's a lie.

The man just wants to keep you off for himself.

This is serious, Mac.

Hooker suspects you're into something... Honey, if Hooker digs into anybody's

background long enough and hard enough, he's bound to come up with something.

We're talking about you and your background.

What is he going to find?

Okay, so I cut a corner.

Every now and then, just to make a buck.

But nobody's perfect.

What's the use of living if you can't enjoy it? What about ethics and morals?

Ethics and morals.

I think you'll find them in a trailer park on the wrong side of the tracks.

Sorry, Mac.

Okay.

Let's hear it.

What did Hooker say about me?

It's not what he said. It's what you just said.

We come from different places and we're not headed in the same direction.

Now, leave her out of this.

What's going on, Mac?

Put simply, my dear, Mr.

McKenzie is about to decide which is more important, two kilos of heroin or

life. Come on, Lavery.

I'll take you to the heroin, but she stays here. You've got to be kidding.

A search warrant and a dog? What is going on?

Searching and sniffing. Oh, Sam, do your stuff.

Do you know when Mr. McKenzie will be back?

No, he left with Miss Sheridan and the others.

Booker!

Sam's on to something.

Heroin was in here, but it's gone now.

Look, it's really important we find Mr. McKenzie.

He just walked out of here. He didn't say anything.

Probably to turn over the heroin.

He had an appointment at the Carmeli warehouse?

That place has been shut down for years.

Well, that's a foreclosure litigation.

Here's the notice to turn the keys over to the court, and the keys... Well,

that's funny. The keys were right here.

That's better, Mac.

You've almost restored my faith in you.

Your girlfriend could bury all of us.

No, she won't. She'll keep quiet.

She's a policewoman.

And she knows all about us.

You know, you're not just looking at a few years for suborning a witness.

You killed Joe Deems for these narcotics and all of us are implicated.

The only way we can trust you, let you live,

give you the tapes,

is for you to take care of Miss Sheridan for us.

No. No, I can't. Yes, you can. No. Yes.

It's your life or hers, Mackenzie.

Now just pull the trigger and the slate is clean.

How did you go so wrong, man?

It could have been great.

You and me.

A wonderful life.

Thought so once.

I cared about you.

So much more than you know.

Get over with, Mackenzie.

Waste her.

Now.

Lavery's here.

It's locked.

They're all in there.

They got a gun in the station. We gotta get in there.

Ma 'am.

Steve.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Stay here, Stacy.

I'll call for an ambulance.

All right, Bagger.

Let's go.

We're on the wrong floor.

See her come in?

I checked with Pam Myers. She's not in the woman's locker. Don't you worry.

Jim will have his partner riding shotgun this shift.

I hope so. It's been rough on her. Impending trial board being suspended.

Stacy knows the system. The department couldn't function without it. Okay, what

about McKenzie? It's got to be a jolt to find out what she found out about him.

Yeah, not to mention him letting Stacy take the rap for what he did. Listen,

she's tough. She'll deal with it. I hope you're right.

Well, she's not here.

Hey, if she needs another day or two, no big deal, you know.

I had to pick up my uniform at the cleaner's.

Well, how about it, guys? They're not paying us to stand around in the