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Election day, ladies and gentlemen.

In your last negotiation, your PBA secured an hour and a half off duty with

for those wishing to exercise the franchise.

Let's all get the exercise, huh?

Let's also remain vigilant against abuses of the day's privilege.

Illicitly open taverns, electioneering within prescribed proximity of polling

places, and those shocking, thankfully rare attempts...

to manipulate the tally by enlisting bums to vote repeatedly under the names

the recently deceased.

That's it.

The death for Daniels.

Item 13, this memo from Division.

Internal Affairs has concluded its investigation in the shooting death of

Robson. Judgment regarding internal disciplinary sanction is still

However... In the conduct of Officer Michael Perez, the panel of inquiry

no evidence of intentional or reckless malfeasance and does not recommend

criminal prosecution in this matter.

And I'm glad to report Mike is improving at County General, although he's not

yet receiving visitors.

Now, the Robson boys' funeral is this morning. Officer Schnitz...

reports we closed contributions on his memorial fund at just over $1 ,000.

Finally,

an index of troubled financial times.

Mahaley's mortuary has offered up to the department for blind bid 11 prime

burial sites at Cavalry Cemetery on which installment payments have lapsed.

Now, those inclined to plot their futures, submit sealed bids to Leo,

with diagrams of said barnyard, available for your perusal.

It's a grave situation indeed.

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

And hey, let's be careful.

What's all this stuff about funeral plots?

I mean, what's the big deal?

You kidding?

He's going to die in the game.

It's just a bad plan for your future, that's all.

I just don't see any reason to plan that far ahead. That's a real estate

investment. It works.

Leo, can I see the cemetery diagram? Sure.

You know, I'm not so sure I even want to be buried like that. Thanks.

Egyptians used to get stuck.

Roy Rogers, Horton.

And it still works.

Leo!

There's a sealed bed on plot seven.

Which one is that?

Oh.

It's this one right here underneath the spreading chestnut. That's the one I'm

looking at.

Well, Bates, I suggest you make a competitive bid.

Morning, Miss Davenport.

Morning, Leo.

Who are you voting for?

That's a secret.

Joycey! Joycey!

Congratulations.

For the marriage.

I haven't seen you.

You're looking marvelous.

Thank you.

in. Wonderful.

That's good. You know, Joyce, it occurs to me that there's always been a kind of

emotional barrier between us and ambivalence.

I just thought we didn't like each other very much. Well, you know why I think

that was?

Because I admired you.

And our culture's archaic male -female dynamic prevented me from expressing my

admiration.

I'm glad, Alan.

Your fashion sense is uncanny.

Thank you.

Does the clutch purse work with this or do you think I do better with the

shoulder bag?

Thank you.

The note should read, the roses were lovely, talent.

No. No, just talent.

Thank you, thank you so much.

Oh, Frank.

There you are.

Counselor, if I could have just one moment of your time.

Sure, come on in.

As executor of Murray Kaplan's estate, I represent the interests of Murray's

Wonderland.

I was approached yesterday by a party.

seeking to purchase both property and inventory at the ridiculous price of 20

cents on the dollar. Alan, I better go through the files. Certainly.

Of course, I explained that because of Murray's death, the estate is frozen in

probate.

Gesundheit.

They countered by suggesting that we sidestep probate, predate the purchase

agreement, and that with my power of attorney, I sign as Murray's proxy.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I just have a little sinus condition.

Change of weather.

Naturally, Frank.

I demurred.

It's not only illegal and unethical. As a business move, it's a bust.

At which point these fellas started pointing their noses to the air.

Saying things like, do I smell smoke? What are these walls made of? Cardboard?

See where they're going with this.

Where are you going with it?

I want protection, Frank.

What about that wrongful death suit you were making so much noise about? Does

that shove me out from under the robes of the law? No.

Certainly merits our attention.

Good for you, Frank.

I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say so.

How did you leave it with these people?

Meeting them at Murray's this morning.

Presumably to execute the contracts or, failing that, sing songs around the

campfire.

I want to put a wire on you. We want to get them on tape.

Whatever it takes, Frank.

I just think it might be a good idea, Alan, if you wore a suit and tie.

And unravel eight months of intensive therapy.

No, I don't think so.

You could get hurt, Alan.

Putting on a suit could induce a psychic tremor that rockets me into a prenatal

coma. No disrespect, Frank.

You obviously have a lot to learn about gender re -identification.

Lucky for me, I was going to wear my Aries chiffon number.

They'd have seen right through it.

What about here, Mick?

Please, Lieutenant, you ruined my definition.

How about in one of them?

And one of what?

Inside here.

My bosom?

Oh, that's good.

Murray, I hope somewhere you're watching what I do for you.

Come on.

Come on.

Officer! Over here. What's the problem, ma 'am? You see him down there? That's

the man I called you about.

Now, we told him repeatedly, no campaigning inside prescribed limits.

very polite, but he just keeps on with it.

You see...

My position is simple.

I don't have the answers.

But I think that if we can start asking the right questions, then the answers

are going to spring forth full -blown, like Athena from the head of Zeus.

Thank you very much for listening, and just for a moment.

Good day, officers.

You're here to cast your line in the sea of monolithic indifference? Let me

introduce myself. Scripps.

Randolph Scripps. I'm a man of few means and no end in sight.

Pleased to meet your acquaintance. Nice to meet you, too, Mr.

Randolph Scripps. Do you have a stand right there for a minute, please? Mr.

Scripps, you see this line right here?

Uh, yes, that is a white line.

That's right. Now, Mr. Scripps, the election rules state that you're not

to campaign any closer to the polling place than this line right here.

Ah, it's not so much a line as it is a metaphor.

No, sir, it's a line. You're not supposed to cross it while campaigning.

A boundary.

That's right. A mythic demarcation.

Hey, look

around.

Mr. Scripps, I'm sorry to say this, sir, but I'm... to take you in.

What a world.

The sky is so blue.

The earth is so green.

Time is so full of possibilities.

Doris Robson came to our community some 18 months ago with high hopes.

She didn't bring much, but she had her little Jimmy.

He was the foundation of her dreams.

She had a fierce love for this boy and his future.

Miss Robson tells me that her son loved to read and act out stories for her.

And he'd greet her that way when she'd come home.

But sometimes she'd be so low, it would be hard finding work, and work wasn't

easy.

But he made her laugh.

He lightened her heart.

She loved him so.

This one life, this small, fragile life, he hung on to life even as it was taken

from him.

He clung to it.

We mourn and grieve for this good woman's loss.

And we ask, what can we learn from this life?

This life teaches us the wisdom of forgiveness because this is the Lord's

He teaches us.

And we bless him.

Receive unto the hands of the Lord this good boy in a place of peace.

As restful as the hopes his mother held for him.

May God rest his soul in peace.

This city's government has to take a stand above partisanship and address

to the greater issue of justice.

I'm sure that Commander Cleveland would join me in assuring that substantial

reparation will be made to Mrs. Robson. And soon.

In a situation as clear -cut as this, there's absolutely no excuse for

hesitation. This woman's tragic loss lands our attention... Hello, Captain.

I was coming to see you today.

Everyone feels for her loss.

I feel for my life.

But what about my life, Captain? Have you seen Mike?

Today? They said maybe today.

How are your kids?

They sent my junior home from school yesterday.

He got into three fights.

The boys were calling his father a dirty cop.

It'll help any if I talk to him?

I don't know.

He's very angry right now.

Mike is a very good father.

He's a very good man. He... I just wish they understood.

I have to go to the hospital now. They said 11 o 'clock.

Sorry. Could I come by later and talk to your son?

If you'd like, Captain.

Thank you.

Frank, you catch the news last night? That clip of your ex waving her baby in

face? I missed it. Yeah, great.

Well, if Ozzie wins, he should appoint her commissioner of unprovoked hysteria.

Frank, it's in the bag.

Took a secret poll last night.

Extensive. We're three points over the margin of error. We're in.

Congratulations. Thank you.

I've been doing a lot of thinking, Frank.

Down the road, I'll be nominating someone to take my place in the chief's

office.

You're your own man, Frank.

But time and again, you've been Johnny on the spot for me. A cool head in a

crisis. The way you handle this Robson thing. I obviously can't make any firm

commitments yet.

But this could pay big dividends for you, Frank.

So you are laying it off on me.

Dennis. Some people are simply more effective following orders than giving.

letter you read at the debate hung me out to dry.

You'll remain deputy chief as long as you continue. You listen to me.

Pharmacies were made to me.

I've waited too long. I've worked too hard.

I've buried too many bodies to lie down and let somebody else walk over me.

Dennis, this is not the time. I'm going to bring you down.

You mark me.

I'm going to bring you all down.

The man's an empty glass, Frank.

A lot of them in public life. He's just not front -ranked material.

Oh, Mrs. Frillo.

So that's what I've been thinking, Frank. I hope it doesn't displease you.

Both of you.

Something to think about.

First, there's still this small matter of an election to win.

I trust I can count on your vote.

Eh, Chief?

Call the chief.

Is this a joke? Maybe.

Probably.

You're not laughing.

I've heard it before.

Here.

Mr. Scripps, I'm Lieutenant Henry Goldblum. How do you do, sir?

I understand our officers explained the electioneering restrictions to you.

Yes, quite thoroughly.

And you do understand you're not to campaign any closer than the lines

Yes, sir. I won't be doing it again.

I'm glad to hear that.

It's just that... Well, I have so much ground to make up and there's so little

time, I just announced my candidacy this morning.

Politics is a funny business.

Yes, it's funny, but it's essential.

Well, I think we can let Mr. Scripps go.

Let's not have any more trouble out there today, shall we?

Certainly not.

This is the kind of thing I want to address only after taking office.

Pleasure, Lieutenant.

Good luck to you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much indeed.

You're a lucky man, Mr. Scripps.

You get to go home and watch it all on TV now, don't you?

Yeah, he's going to be here. Henry!

Henry! Hi, Fred.

Are you busy tonight?

Uh, why?

I just got a call inviting me to Cleveland headquarters.

Really? What for?

I don't know. He probably saw me on the news last night. Anyhow, the aide said

he wants to meet with me.

You say why?

No!

I don't know, Henry. I just have this funny feeling like something's going to

happen, something good. I can't explain it. That's wonderful, isn't it?

I guess so.

Anyhow, my mother's going to babysit. Can you come? Of course I can.

Henry, what if he wins?

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

I wouldn't hold my breath.

But it's possible, isn't it? I mean, he really could win.

Sure it is.

Hello, Liz.

You.

How are you?

Why didn't you tell me you were a cop?

Well, you never asked me.

There was a lot of insincerity in what you did, you know?

Well, I apologize.

It's part of the job. I give.

You know, Liz, I so enjoyed our talk the other day. I was wondering if perhaps

we couldn't meet in some more congenial environment.

Absolutely not. No chance. Forget about it.

Well, friendship isn't impossible under these circumstances, Liz.

I was seeing a lady of your occupational persuasion until quite recently, until

our cultural differences became too pronounced.

Ed, read my lips. No way.

Okay.

Still got some time left.

Searching for a subject that commends itself to brevity.

Whoops.

Liz? Ed?

Do you want... Would you rather I just go away?

Your token.

Ed?

Yes?

Yeah, I'd like to.

You'd like me to go away?

No, no. To talk.

I mean, you seemed like a pretty nice guy the other day.

That's why I was so P .O.'d when you turned out to be a cop. I can't find it.

What? Another token.

Oh, we can't get it up from outside.

Do you hear me clearly in there?

Yeah. I read you very well out here.

Would you call that symbolic, Liz?

What?

Well, aching for exchange, confronting the walls of the isolated past, the

barriers of our natures. Is Ed your real name?

Howard.

I like you.

I like you too, Liz.

Try to get it up.

Sorry? Well, I can't get it up from this side. Try it from your side.

Liz!

I can't raise it! Well, go get tokens!

All right!

Hurry! Wait! Wait!

I'll be right back!

I gotta talk to you. You can't talk now, babe.

Here, take my car.

Give me a call at this instant later, okay?

This looks like it's gonna work, Alan. How does it feel?

Testing. One, two, three, testing.

Nick!

Nick!

Give me some cooking.

Hurry, hurry.

Something wrong? I don't know yet.

Guy's hot to truck, huh? What can I do for you?

Hey, good -looking.

Bud Truax, naughty fashions. You must be... In charge.

Who's the Eiffel? Eiffel.

Mr. Kaplan's attorney.

Oh, that God rest poor Murray, I just heard.

I've been coming in here seven years.

Murray Kaplan was a saint.

Had a heart like a side of beef.

You been with Murray long?

Not that long, no.

Murray, they broke the mole after that guy.

Man understood.

Lance, I'm back.

You can take your time. I got lots of tokens.

What was it you wanted exactly?

Well, as a matter of fact, we just got our new fall line.

Take a look, touch, you feel.

This is a hot little item we call the Iron Maiden.

Black patent Corinthian leather.

Stainless steel stays.

Knock eight inches off the most indulgent waistline.

You want to move over here, bud?

Certainly.

Right on time.

Mr. Roblox is going to notarize our agreement.

He lost about four days right after Pearl Harbor. I've been trying to get

back ever since.

Funniest thing. He thinks it's last ride.

If you could go over the particulars one more time.

Nice dress.

Nice face.

Well, I just want to make sure we're in complete synchronization before we

finalize the agreement.

What's the problem?

Do you smell smoke in here?

You know, it is a bit smoky, isn't it?

Well, I call on thee.

Please, let's not hasten this unnecessarily, my friends. I simply

want to address both your problems and the problems of Mr.

Kaplan's family. That's touching.

Do you smell smoke?

I think he gets the idea.

No, I mean, really.

It's a wire.

Police! Freeze!

Lola's here to see you.

Hi, Mike. How you doing?

I hear you've been having a tough time in school.

Yeah.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Listen, maybe if you... Why don't you just get out?

Why don't we both just get out? You feel like taking a walk?

Your brother and sister play here?

Yeah.

You come here too?

Do you know what you're angry at, Mike? You know what?

You're angry at your dad, aren't you?

He's saying all this stuff about him.

You think it's true?

I don't know.

He's a good guy.

He always has been.

He still is.

He killed him, didn't he?

Yes.

But it was an accident.

He was doing his job and something happened he couldn't control.

That could happen to any cop.

Anytime.

But that's what the job's like.

That's why cops are different, you know.

I think the mother must hate my dad.

Yeah.

At first she did, but she forgave him.

If she can forgive him, you can too.

You have to.

What am I supposed to do when they make fun of me?

Why don't you fight with me?

Well, the best way to show them how tough you are is not to fight back.

Mike, people are going to say things because they don't know any better.

Because they don't understand.

You have to take care of the family now.

Your mom needs you.

Your dad does too.

What's going to happen to him?

Is he going to be okay?

Yeah, he is.

It may take some time.

I'm scared.

I'm going to see your dad today.

Anything you want me to tell him?

Tell him to come home.

Tell him that I love him.

We got the two arsonists. Clean bust? We lost the wire, but we may have enough

without it. The lawyer's here. He's with Wachtell in interrogation. It's called

A .D .A. Bernstein. He's already with us. Frank, you better take a look at

Nine years, the last three as deputy chief.

A man I once respected.

But reflecting upon his shameless manipulation of the events of the past

of weeks, I can no longer in good conscience remain silent.

On October 24th, following the shooting of Jimmy Robson, I had a meeting with

Chief Fletcher Daniels in his office.

in which he suggested that we prosecute Mrs. Robson on child endangerment in

order to, and I quote,

take the heat off the department and my candidacy.

Frank, they're getting a little impatient out there. We're after a

Captain Frank Perillo and Assistant D .A. Erwin Bernstein.

Mrs. Robson was arrested by officers from Hill Street on the order of Captain

Perillo.

Chief Daniels yesterday disavowed knowledge of the bringing of these

That is a blatant lie.

People will question rightfully why I've waited to come forward. I can only say

that my own culpability has become more than I can bear.

I fully endorse the candidacy of Commander Cleveland.

A man whose integrity is beyond reproach.

I am proud of the years that I've served this city and this department, and I am

looking forward to many more.

Captain, this is the check for the Robson fund. I'd like to have it

Mrs. Robson in her apartment. I'd like it to be a couple of uniforms.

We'll do it after we vote.

Appreciate it.

Unacceptable, unacceptable, unacceptable.

Frank, this is Arnold Ames representing Gardner Waste Management Systems.

Pleasure. I want 1 % for our good faith and 1 % for the royalty.

What do we have?

Working on a triangulated agreement, Frank. It's a little complicated. Not

because of me. How's the bird?

First degree, thank God. If my brassiere had caught fire, I'd be fighting for my

life.

You're here. I'm here representing the three men you have in custody, Captain.

The arsonists.

Alleged arsonists.

Little, Andrews, and Roble.

All employees of Gardner Waste. It goes as follows, Frank.

Gardner Waste has agreed to come up considerably from their original offer

Wonderland. Ninety cents on the dollar. Mr. Kaplan's family would also retain a

royalty for the continued use of Murray's good name in connection with

Wonderland. One percent of all gross incomes.

I want two percent with full oversight access to all accounting procedures or

it's not going to fly.

Please, Alan.

Just let me finish.

Representing the interests of the Kaplan family, Alan would agree not to pursue

a wrongful death suit against the city.

We've agreed on a cash settlement, thereby avoiding a lengthy trial.

Cut to the chase, Irwin. I've spoken to the DA and the Corporation Council.

They've cleared it from our end.

We will decline to prosecute the three men arrested at Murray's this morning.

Threats were made that fully justified those arrests. Upon reflection, Frank, I

think the remarks concerning smoke and fire were sufficiently ambiguous.

Since when do we trade arrests to protect special interests?

Your men were going to be named in that civil suit, Frank. It's your interest,

too. So if you will agree to release these three men...

I think everyone's interest in this matter can be very neatly served.

I want my 2%. Alan, does your fire insurance specifically cover arson? 1 %

could live with.

Excellent. God forbid Mrs. Kaplan should have to worry.

Excuse me, Frank.

You had about 20 calls regarding Mahoney's statement.

Later, Frank. And Chief Daniels is in your office. Can we go ahead, Frank?

Let's see why not.

Seeing as how everybody's interest in being so neatly served here.

Frank.

You're a very special person.

Chief, do me a favor, Frank.

Reach over and pull this knife out of my back, will you?

I always knew Dennis was a little tightly racked. It was effective in the

spot. Left by the hatchet? Polls are only open four more hours. It's probably

too late.

Even so... I'm issuing a statement at five.

We'll position him as a disturbed, disenfranchised functionary.

There's his therapy history to deal with, too.

What therapy history?

Hospitalized for depression, twice.

Been under a psychiatrist's care six years now.

Very hush -hush. That has to be out of the personnel record. You can't reveal

that. Somebody's already revealed it, Frank. I'll simply comment on what's

public knowledge.

Want to be there for the statement?

I don't think so.

Now, on your end, Frank.

Questions are going to start coming fast and furious.

Want to lay low for a while?

I'll be all right.

We'll see you through, Frank.

They can't very well go back and change their votes, can they?

That's my knowledge. Of course not. They'll see him for the lunatic he is.

Well, I've got to go vote myself now.

Then the missus and I are going to bowl a few lines and head over to the hotel.

Hope to see you there.

Thank you, Frank.

Thanks for everything.

Quincy's gone.

Murray's gone. Got nothing now. Nothing.

You still got your job.

How long you think that's going to last?

You think they're going to pay these new dudes? They don't pay, man. I got to

walk. Maybe that's good for you. Why don't you get yourself on the program,

Get yourself straight. You know, you probably could... I'm done with

Don't preach me programs.

What do you want me to do, huh, Vicki?

You can hire me.

As what?

Be a snitch.

Sorry, Vicki. I'm kind of over my budget on snitches. Look, I got you, Quincy.

And I got your pictures in the paper.

You guys come in. Police operation.

Big deal. And you just shoot up people's lives.

Shoot up the way they live. And you think you can just leave? Hey, what can

say, huh? You owe me. Hey, you look here now. I don't owe you nothing.

You are a stone junkie. And I just saved your butt from going to jail. Quincy!

hard I gave you.

You call me next week, okay?

If you got something for me, we'll talk.

Now go ahead.

What's eating you?

Nothing. Then why are you acting like a cigar store Indian?

I just can't get it out of my mind. What?

Dying.

All that talk about cemetery plots.

I know it's dumb, but it's making me nuts. Okay, hands to everybody.

It's like you know you're going to die, right?

And when you've been dead for a million years, that is just a fraction of how

long you're going to be dead, which is forever.

It's getting morbid in here.

At least if I got stuffed.

Hey, nobody gets stuffed.

I've been reading this book about Egyptians.

Egyptians did not get stuffed, they got wrapped.

They got stuffed and then they got wrapped.

And it's right around this corner.

All right, what's going on here? Who called this thing in?

Ed, dear officer.

I'm not trying to do anything. I came out.

This guy tried to get some money from me.

When I refused, he grabbed a hold of me and tried to take my water. Officers,

thank goodness you're here.

Let me say I go.

One dollar.

Just one dollar from every citizen would be enough to put me over the top.

Now, that's not asking too much, is it? We're going to have to take you in. But

I'm not guilty of anything except perhaps a slight overzealousness,

how belatedly I started my campaign as perfectly understandable.

It's this ungodly pressure.

The polls close in three hours.

Voter awareness of my programs is certainly not catching fire.

It's uphill all the way.

I don't like this hallway one single bit.

It'll only take a second, Andy.

Mrs. Robson, please.

She's busy.

Just wanted to give her something.

She doesn't want anything from you. It's a contribution to the fund for Jimmy.

Easing your conscience?

Hey, pal, there's over $1 ,000 in that envelope. And what do dead childs work

these days?

What's the trouble, John?

No trouble.

Mrs. Robson.

Officer.

Our condolences, ma 'am. This is for Jimmy's fund from Hill Street.

Please accept it with our sympathies.

John, you can go inside now.

Officer Hill and Ranko, is that... Yes, ma 'am.

Thank you.

Thank the other officers for me.

Thank you.

All your kindness.

Please, we must find some way to expedite.

I've got to get back out there. Mr. Scripps, two arrests in such a short

time make that problematical.

Well, if there's any hope of holding that back from the public until they've

an opportunity to make their decision free from the cult of personality based

solely on the merits of what... each one of us stands for, then Mr. Scripps is

running for mayor.

Davenport.

I fervently believe that there is still among us and in us a quorum of decency,

that the hearts of the people of this country are vibrant with goodwill,

quiescent perhaps, but just waiting to answer a call.

And I intend to sound that call.

Mr. Scripps, once the election is decided, can we assume your urgency

this is going to relax?

Well,

unless, of course, we carry the day. And if you don't carry the day?

Well, naturally, that's a prospect that no politician is fond to consider. But

if you don't, could we assume that there'd be an end to the kind of

we've had today?

Lieutenant, only a fool flies in the face of the democratic process.

How eager is Complainton to pursue?

I've explained the court appearances to him. He's less than enthusiastic.

Pull his clothes in about an hour.

There should be some paperwork to clear up.

Take about an hour.

Can I go now?

It'll take a little while yet.

You're going to give me your solemn promise that you'll stay out of trouble

the rest of the day.

My hand on it, sir.

We'll see what we can do.

Lieutenant, if we should fall short today, you'd honor me if you would

consider coming aboard and managing my next campaign.

I know that I barely know you, but I sense that we share a

vision of the essential wonder of this world.

booth and she was gone. She must have been frightened or confused. Oh, Judas,

who knows, Henry.

But what troubles you?

What troubles me is realizing that I am attracted to these fragile, victimized,

neurotic women.

I mean, she is hardly the first, Henry.

Fragile ego structure.

I guess.

What I can't reconcile is that consciously this...

if you will, is the furthest imaginable person that I envision spending my life

with.

What do you look like? Do you have an idea?

Certainly. She's blonde, mid -thirties, self -assured, confident, professional.

Got solid career prospects.

She's tall and slim.

She moves with the supple, muscular grace of an athlete.

Or a dancer, which in fact she may once have been. She's willowy.

Willowy and sensual.

Frank in the expression of her needs and desires.

But completely capable of the most genteel femininity.

Stylishly understated dress.

Well, well -read in history and poetry.

Firm grasp of her own opinions.

But a light musical laugh.

A firm handshake.

Maybe she wears glasses.

Maybe she's out there, Howard. But where, Henry?

Where?

You know,

I always get a kick in the old adrenals every time I give that lever a yank.

You know, when I'm in that booth by myself, I can't help but feel the weight

the mantle of freedom. It's like the hand of an old and trusted friend.

Freedom demands participation, don't you think?

Yes. It's an obligation.

I'd say it's a sacred responsibility.

I must say it is heartening to know that there are enough of us left running

counter to this infernal apathy to still make a democracy of it. Oh, shoot.

I wasn't in there ten minutes. Not ten minutes.

Madam, allow me. Allow you?

Allow me to dispense with this inconvenience.

I'm a police officer.

Lieutenant Howard Hunter at your service.

Oh, would you, Lieutenant?

It would be my very distinct pleasure.

Lieutenant, you're dear.

I've had four this month already. You salvaged my day.

Well, whatever I can do to help.

Where are you stationed? Please, let me call. Perhaps buy you a drink.

Give me a chance to more properly express my gratitude.

Hill Street.

Hill Street Station.

Well, wonderful.

I'll be in touch.

I look forward to it. Thanks again.

Bye. Bye now.

Sometimes, Henry, life is kind.

Woman's taking my wallet.

With 14 % of the city's precincts reporting, we're projecting a 56 to 42 %

margin. A stunning, decisive victory in the mayoral race for last -minute

replacement candidate Ozzie Cleveland. Supporters are gathering now at his

election headquarters at the Oakwood Hotel for what will undoubtedly be one

the most joyous victory celebrations in recent memory.

Cleveland began his campaign just ten days ago after the tragic death of the

ultimate Benjamin Fisk.

Who did you vote for? I asked first.

Listen, I've got to go see Mike Perez.

You want some company? Yes.

I'd just like to say that I believe that this is the dawn of a new era for the

city. We have an opportunity now to revitalize this city.

God and the people of this city for making this possible, I feel blessed.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go downstairs and tell all those

wonderful exhausted people to take a deep breath and enjoy tonight, because

tomorrow morning...

This is what you want?

mayor this evening.

How's he Cleveland?

Well, it's good.

It'll be good for cops, for all of us.

Yeah, I think it will be.

I'm coming back, Captain. I want you to know I'm not gonna let you down.

You never did, Mike.

Well, they wanted me to stay here a few more days, but I told them I want to get

back to work. I'm ready.

We'll watch you back as soon as you feel up to it.

You tell everybody I feel all right.

I'd be glad to hear that.

Yeah, I feel all right.

Except, well, I don't know. It's the strangest thing.

What's that?

It's where he grabbed me.

I can still feel his hands here. I can feel him holding my leg.

He did that after I shot him.

I just can't seem to shake him.

It itches.