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Item 14 concerns the unauthorized use
of precinct phones for personal business.

Guys, we all live in an age of message units
and diminished precinct budgets.

So, uh, let's employ a little heart
and at least a little good taste.

By that, I refer to certain
particular phone numbers...

which appear frequently
on the computer printout.

Phone numbers well-known as those
of Choo-Choo's Snug Boutique...

- [Laughing, Catcalling]
- And a certain bookmaker, simply known as Stu.

Now, if you feel
you must misdemeanor...

let's use the pay phones, huh?

- Handily located throughout this facility.
- [Man] Can I borrow a dime?

Item 15 regards one
JesseJohn Hudson.

After seven years of incarceration
at the Lafayette Facility...

Mr. Hudson is back on the street.

His release has generated considerable anxiety,
gangwise, streetwise and otherwise.

So, uh, let's keep our eyes and ears open
for any rumbles of discontent.

Item 16, another cabbie
was robbed and beaten...

at the Avenue B overpass
at People's Parkway.

That makes six in the past week.

We do not as yet have a reliable
description of this assailant...

so be particularly alert
to any loose talk on the street.

All right, the last item
is the Lasky Avenue purse snatcher.

Now, the suspect is described
as being approximately...

- 3 feet 8 inches tall...
- [Laughing]

Very long arms...

hirsute in the extremis...

and uncommonly fleet of foot.

[Woman]
Sounds like my cousin Harvey.

In fact, the said
alleged perpetrator is, uh...

a medium-size orangutan ape.

- [Laughing]
- [Woman] It is my cousin Harvey!

Um, guys, a personal aside...

I might add that while I personally-
[Chuckles]

Have never encountered a felon
of the simian persuasion...

these animals are known to
be extremely strong, extremely bright...

- and are not to be taken lightly.
- [Man Chuckles]

- All right, that's it. Let's roll.
- [Chattering]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- [Chattering Subsides]

Let's be careful out there.

[Chattering]

You lousy, two-bit coward!
You worthless coward!

[Man]
Gimme a break, will you?

Yeah, that's right.
Get hysterical!

[Woman Shouting]
This relationship has been the pits!

Belker.

- [Shouting Continues]
- Frank, I've got some messages for you.

Smack me around again,
you no-good-

- Lady, lady, you ever stop
to think that maybe your mouth-
- What is your problem?

- Man, let's go.
- I don't need to hear-

All right, lady.
It's not our case!

- Officer Schnitz.
- Your client will be along
momentarily, Miss Davenport.

Gimme your right paw.

You wanna sit down, dog breath,
or would you prefer a collapsed lung?

[Man]
I don't know what she's talking about!

- [Woman Yelling]
- [Man] You're gonna put me away? That's a laugh!

- Name.
- Sneed, Sam.

[Chuckles]

- That's the last time you're
gonna slap me around, you bum!
- Watch your mouth!

I got your number.
And my brother Ralph's got your number!

- Your brother Ralph sucks rope!
- Come on!

I never touched her!
I can't help it if she falls a lot.

- How's that Division paperwork
coming along, huh?
- Fine, Sarge.

Not so fine, Sarge. The fact is,
we haven't started yet. And I'm not gonna.

- Joe-
- Look, Luce, I've had it
up to my gums with paperwork.

Sarge, the doc tells me my wing's
got almost 85% mobility...

which is a hell of a lot better
than most guys with a hundred.

- So what do you say, huh?
- Well, you've only been back 10 days.

- Keep your mouth shut!
- [Woman] Sicko!

You remember him, huh?
Lester Goober? Huh?

Leo, would you mind, please? We're trying
to carry on a civilized conversation here.

Get the door.
Behave yourselves!

Look, everybody's been treating me
with rubber gloves or something.

I was in 'Nam. I've been shot at before,
and it's not that big a deal.

I don't mind being shot at.

I'm not afraid to
go back out there.

You want me to tell 'em
about Lester Goober?

[Man] I'm warning you.
Keep your mouth shut!

Lester Goober, you bag of wind!
Lester Goober!

- Lester Goober! Lester Goober! Lester Goober!
- Hey! Hey! Hey!

- [Man] Shut her up!
- [Renko] Shut up!

You want me to tell 'em how you
break parole every day with Lester Goober?

That's it. I'm gonna kill her!
Get your hands off me!

- Lester Goober!
- Get away from me!

[Woman Screaming]

I'm gonna kill her!
I'm gonna kill her!

- Gun!
- [Screams]

[Gunfire]

[Woman On Radio]
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See surplus store, corner
People's Drive, 124th Street.

- [Phone Ringing]
- [Esterhaus] That's correct. That's correct.

- [Chattering]
- [Phone Rings]

Uh, Francis.
Internal Affairs has been apprised.

They're sending
a team up right away.

Good, Phil.
Get the paperwork started, would you?

- Get maintenance up here to fix all this.
- Right.

[Woman] Okay, just give me your number,
and I'll-I'll get it.

All in one piece, counselor.

Miss Downey?

I'm Joyce Davenport of the public
defender's office. Are you all right?

Miss Downey.

Shejust passed out is all.

Uh, maybe she needs
a little mouth-to-mouth.

- Call the paramedics.
- Get on the phone now.

[Man] What the hell's going on here?
People are dropping like flies.

I appreciate what you're saying, sir.
We want him as much as you do.

- Yes, I'll hold.
- Yes, sir.

But a composite won't do,
not if he's wearing disguises.

Captain-

One second, counselor.
Uh, yeah, Carl.

No, no, no. I haven't
heard from Hudson yet.

We can try and provide some undercover,
but we're extremely short on manpower.

Yes, uh, put out the word
I want him to come in for a talk.

I hope so too,
but don't count on it.

How about installing one
of those bullet separators...

between the passenger
compartment and the driver's?

- Yeah. Yes.
- Of course you're a taxpayer, Mr. Dartagna.

- [Hangs Up Receiver]
- Counselor?

I would very much like to know why my client
just collapsed on the floor out there.

- So would I. Is that a booking slip?
- You bet, buster.

[Swearing In Spanish]

Susan Downey, soliciting a sex act,
resisting arrest, assaulting a police officer...

possession of a narcotic substance.

A regular princess.

What's that got to do with
this department's chronic disregard...

of its prisoners' physical well-being?

- Bozo!
- [Slams Receiver]

We'll have it checked out. Ray?

- Yes, Frank?
- Would you?

Miss Davenport.

We're a little testy, aren't we?

We don't, as a rule,
get shot at before lunch.

Stick around.
You may get used to it.

You taking me out to
dinner tonight?

I've made a reservation
for 8:00 at Gianni's.

- Isn't that a little expensive?
- Mmm.

It's your birthday, pizza man.
I feel like splurging.

Maybe later I'll let you cite me
for soliciting a police officer.

[Esterhaus] Yes, ma'am. He's seven years old,
and he's been missing for 24 hours.

I got it.

Oh, yes, ma'am.
We'll dispatch two officers immediately.

Oh, Hill, Renko. We have a missing
seven-year-old. Here's the address.

Have him back by noon.

Sarge, what do you say?

All right. You and Bates
take Unit 12, park detail.

- Great!
- [Smacks Bottom]

[Grunts]
Joe!

[Phone Ringing]

- Buy me a cup?
- Well, hello, Grace.

Oh, I longed for you
last night.

You know, those nude encounter groups
mean so much more to me...

with you lying by my side.

Parakeet, you know
I would've been there...

if I didn't have to fill in
for Brewer on the night shift.

Can you get away
for an hour now?

- My plane leaves for Los Angeles at 3:00.
- [Chuckles]

Grace, I can't.

I want your body
pressing against mine.

- Fulfilling me as only you can.
- Grace-

Anyway, here are the keys
to my apartment.

Feed the cat. Water the plants.
Sleep in my bed.

And if you get lonely,
you need only call Celeste.

She's a good friend.
She knows all about us...

and I trust her to fulfill
your needs in my absence.

Hey, Grace,
what are you saying?

Phil, you know
I'm not a jealous woman.

Sharing you doesn't diminish me.
[Kisses Cup]

There's so much of you to share.

Ooh.

Always sad, Phil.

- Yes, Howard?
- Always sad, partings.

[Sighs]
I know how you must be feeling.

My Lorraine is leaving
the country for two months.

Well, frankly, Howard, it's a relief.
I'm exhausted.

I tell you, the woman's
a sexual juggernaut.

Last weekend
we went to Sandcreek.

That rustic sex clinic place up north
where everybody's, uh, au naturel?

I don't mind telling you, Howard.

Naked men and women of
all persuasions lying around.

- Nude dance contests!
- Jeepers.

I knew it was time to leave when
a naked man asked me to do the Lindy Hop.

[Gags]

Last night, we're supposed to go out
to a nude Reichian encounter group.

I begged off
and went out to a bar...

had a few beers with a guy I met who runs
the fish and tackle department at Abernathy's.

- Luke MacAllister. Great guy.
- Mmm.

Divorced, grown kids. We threw
a few darts, talked politics, sports.

I'd forgotten the simple pleasures
of male camaraderie.

You're not thinking
of breaking up with her, are you?

Well, it's been on my mind.

On the one hand, her sense of adventure,
sexually speaking...

is unmatched
by any woman I've ever known.

However, on the plus side, she's kind,
generous, loyal in the extremis...

and a great conversationalist.

Not unlike your Lorraine.

Oh, Lorraine.
[Clears Throat]

Unfortunately, our relationship
is on a much loftier plain.

We go to concerts,
gallery openings.

Last weekend,
we went rowing on Taft Lake.

Mmm, that sounds relaxing.

Frankly, Phil, I would have preferred
something a little more uplifting...

if you take my thrust.

[Chuckles]
These things take time, Howard.

- She'll come around.
- [Sighs]

Well, I hope so.
I find myself in a painful state...

celibacy-wise.

- Sex.
- [Sighs]

Ironic, isn't it?

I have more than I know what to do with,
and you can't get arrested.

[Radio Chatter, Indistinct]

- Hey, Ray.
- Did she give you any photos of the boy?

Yeah, two.
Taken a half a year ago.

Couple hundred prints
are being made by the lab for us.

Cute little peckerwood, isn't he?
Looks like sort of a miniature Trini Lopez.

Is that all you have
on that ex-boyfriend?

Well, she claims he got real Latino on her
when, uh, she tried to give him the pink slip.

- LaRue. Washington.
- [Washington] Yes, Lieutenant?

Let's pull in her ex-boyfriend
for questioning. Name, Jorge Alonzo.

- You get an address on that?
- No. Uh, she doesn't know where he's living now.

But she did jot down
a few names of bars he hung out at.

- Ray, you know, uh,
this was supposed to be our lead.
- I've already got a job for you.

He'll make it something real strategic,
Renko. Door-to-door.

You know, if you don't happen to show up
by happy hour there,J. D...

maybe I'll put an A.P.B. Out
on that wagon you been riding.

Okay, okay.
That's enough of that.

See that, Neal? I'm smiling.
Doesn't faze me a bit.

Come on.

We got those pictures of the boy
back from the lab, Lieutenant.

Good. After you hand them out,
I want you, Coley and Lyle...

to check out all the local playgrounds
between Redmond, Linwood, Forest and North.

- And don't forget the park.
- Right.

What a face.
Looks like Trini Lopez.

[Sighs]
Coffey. Bates.

You'll be assisting Hill and Renko on
a door-to-door canvass of the neighborhood.

Every building and vacant lot
within two blocks of here.

Yes, sir.

I think it's very important. We must
find him before the night shift takes over.

Yo comprendo, gordito.

LaRue and Washington
get the martini circuit.

Ellis and Perez get to take
a stroll in the park.

But what do you and me get?

- A walking tour of the third world.
- Hey-

- Captain, about this morning-
- Wasn't your fault, Alf.

- It was my gun.
- Did you give your statement to I. A?

Then forget about it.
It could've been any one of us.

Okay, Captain.

Frank, JesseJohn Hudson's on his way in.

- Good, Henry. Bring him to my office, will you?
- Yeah.

There's been a good deal of anxiety
up on the Hill oflate, Mr. Hudson.

Word has it you might want to pick up
where you left off.

Let me assure you, Captain.
I'm not your enemy.

Besides, where I left off was
the summer of'74. The days of rage.

You weren't up here then, but there were
brothers shot down wholesale in the street.

Only a fool or a madman
would want to pick up where I left off.

Hudson's taking over the Arrow again.

Anyone that stands
in his way is a dead man.

Come on.

Hey, the present warlord and two of his
lieutenants disappeared sometime last night.

If they ever turn up,
it'll probably be in a crate somewhere.

He's something else entirely, man.

[Tires Squeal]

The Black Arrow must number 200
at least of the baddest dudes in this town.

He's reclaiming it
like it was his birthright.

I understand your concerns,
Captain.

But the goals
of the inner city...

and those of the Black Arrow
haven't really changed since the mid '70s...

but, I can assure you, there's been
a profound change in the method of attainment.

- It's in my book.
- I read it.

Well, then, you know my philosophy.

What are your goals, Mr. Hudson?
I couldn't quite get them from the book.

Change from within.

Things like voting blocs
for municipal elections...

a privately financed credit union
for local retailers...

work-study programs for Black Arrow owned
businesses, free health clinics and so on.

Drugs, numbers,
enforced protection...

Ioan-sharking,
phony credit unions.

He's developing a regular five-point
program for the '80s.

So's every other dirtball gang
on the Hill.

Gangs. Just don't
underestimate him, Belker.

Why not?

He might have gone up the river your basic
storefront armed robber revolutionary...

but he's come back
a politically savvy dude.

He's learned to work the system
like a $10 hooker, man.

That makes him dangerous.

Okay. I'll relay that
to the captain, Virgil.

Yeah. You tell him.

Hudson's not after nickels and dimes
this time, man.

He wants the Hill.

Look, here's my numbers.

You can reach me anytime,
night or day.

It might surprise you, Captain,
but I think we both want the same thing.

[Phones Ringing, Chattering]

What do you think, Henry?

He's got a lot of presence.
I don't know, Frank.

I think he's on the level.

In case you've forgotten,
he beat a man to death.

I know that.

You may not want to
hear this right now...

but I've been talking to a lot of people
about Hudson these past couple weeks.

Maybe he changed.

I don't trust him
as far as I can throw him.

[Fay]
Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday
Dear Francis Xavier Furillo #

- Xavier?
- [Quietly] You didn't hear that.

[All]
# Happy birthday to you ##

- [Man] All right! Hey-oh!
- [Applauding]

- How are you?
- Fine.

- How's Rachel?
- She's great. We're both great.

- Oh, good.
- Thanks, Fay. Happy birthday, Francis Xavier.

- Happy birthday, Frank.
- Thanks, Fay.

[Laughs]
Go on. Open it.

- [Both Laugh]
- Oh, Fay, it's terrific.

Well, you know me. I just thought you'd
like to share some cake with your men.

It's good too.

Can you come by later?
FrankJr. Has a present for you.

- Sure.
- He made it in school.

If you could stay for dinner, you know,
you might be able to talk me into, um...

who knows what?

Hey, Frank, do you remember
when we were first married...

that little something extra
I used to give you for your birthday?

[Clears Throat]
I wish I could stay, Fay. But I have another date.

Oh. Well, it was just
a last-minute idea, you know.

I didn't mean to
put you on the spot or anything.

That's okay.

It's just that, uh,
I still miss you sometimes.

Me too.

[Sighs]

So. Frank. Forty years old.
Well, how's that feel?

- So far, so good.
- Yeah?

Well, you look good.
No- No midlife crisis or anything?

Who's got time around here?

Sure. Well, um, you won't forget
to come by, will you?

I mean, FrankJr. Would
just be heartbroken if you did.

- Oh, I won't forget. I promise.
- Good.

Oh, Frank, happy birthday.

I mean it. I hope this
is your best ever.

I know you do.
Thanks again.

I'm clean, man. I haven't seen her
and her kid in months.

Come on, Jorge. We're just gonna
take you in for routine questioning.

Do I look like a kidnapper to you?

With your breath, I don't think you could
get close enough to anybody to kidnap them.

- Don't you have any pride in yourself?
- Why are you getting so personal?

I ain't done nothing to you.

You see, Neal, the first thing
to go with an alkie is self-respect.

Now you take this nose bag here.
He's got low self-respect...

no self-esteem
and a lousy self-image.

Hey, I never would've accused you
for having a lousy self-image.

Laughin' on the outside,
honey, cryin' on the inside. The pits.

Hey, what are you doin'
you crazy old Tom?

- [Crash]
- Get outta here!

Hey, what do you think, lover? Think we ought
to go over there before they kill each other?

- [Yelling]
- Save the small potatoes for the uniforms, man.

We're in the big league, remember?

- [Alarm Rings]
- Hey, is that big league enough for you, lover, huh?

- [Engine Revs]
- [Crash]

- [Tires Squealing]
- I've got a 10-30 at 168 Jefferson.

- In pursuit of white over green Firebird-
- [Gunshot]

[Tires Screech]

[Siren Blares]

[Siren Wails]

[Siren Blares]

Glad you're here, Frank.

[Radio Chatter]

Scenario wise, LaRue and Washington have
driven two armed and dangerous miscreants...

into the bowels of this garage.

- Any civilians inside?
- Lieutenant!

Damn it. Listen, man!

I'm a doctor!
And I'm already running late as it is.

I've got two operations
waiting for me at County General...

and a couple of herniated measle
cases back at the office!

- [Hunter] Where's your partner?
- [Doctor] What partner?

Try the trunk, Howard.
Port side here is a little low.

[Radio Chatter In Background]

Hmm. Ballantine, get the keys.

No keys, sir.
Must've punched the ignition.

Give me that bullhorn.

You in there.

This is the police. Come out
with your hands up! You're surrounded.

[Man In Trunk]
In your kazoo, golfball.

Get me that hose over there, Ballantine.
We'll flush him out.

[Yells]
I hope you've got a scuba tank in there!

Quit shoutin'! I can't hear.
I've got an earache.

Earache? Ballantine,
give me your flashlight.

Earache.

Okay, okay, okay!
I'll go! I'll go!

Let me out ofhere!
I give up. I'm coming out.

My car! My car!
That's my car.

This is your car?
I assume you have keys to this vehicle?

- I just bought this car. You've ruined it, you fascist!
- Get me outta here!

- Out! Out!
- Jammed.

- Of course it is, you idiot!
- Can you open it from the inside?

I'm deaf, you know. You made me deaf
in here. Would you get me out please?

I can't hear. I can't... think. I can't
breathe. I can't do anything.

Sensory deprivation, Frank.
It's a potent weapon.

All right, Ballantine, I want you to take
this vehicle down to the police garage...

- and spring this open.
- You have bought yourself one load of trouble!

I have friends in the department!
I play racquetball with Chief Daniels.

You'll rue the day you messed
with Dr. Sidney Sackheim.

Let me out!

Sackheim-
is that an American name?

[Gate Shuts, Locks]

- How's your client?
- Rocky.

A combination of no sleep, nerves,
low blood sugar. She'll be all right.

- Then what am I doing here?
- I thought you should hear
what she has to say firsthand.

[Buzzer Buzzes]

[Woman On P.A.]
Dr. Marcus, Emergency Room, stat.

Susan, this is Captain Furillo.

Great.

I want you to tell him exactly
what you told me about Ben Lambert.

What's the point?

- I'm pressed for time, counselor.
- Susan, please.

I work nights as a topless waitress
at the Cat-o'-Nine-Tails.

This guy, uh, Lambert's been
coming in for a couple of weeks.

He seemed like a nice guy.

He's kinda shy. Held his liquor, but I knew
he'd make a move. It was just a matter of when.

So, uh, so finally, last night, after closing,
he stopped me in the parking lot...

and asked me if I wanted to
go out for a cup of coffee.

Just coffee, he said.
That's-That's it. I promise.

[Sighs]
I should've known better.

Tell the captain what happened
when you got in his car.

[Sighs]
He was like a different man.

The second I got in, he offered me
money to have sex with him...

and when I said no
and tried to get out of the car...

he grabbed me
and stuffed money down my shirt...

and then he said he was a cop...

and if-and if I didn't-

He said if she didn't fellate him,
he'd arrest her.

[Sobbing]

I'm filing a complaint with Internal Affairs
and the Citizens Review Board...

for harassment, false arrest
and anything else I can think of.

We're also contemplating criminal assault
charges against Ben Lambert...

as well as a civil suit
against the department.

This guy's pushed his authority,
and we're pushing back.

Whose point of view is being represented
here, counselor? Yours or your client's?

Both. Lambert ought
to be nailed to a cross.

If he's guilty.
But consider your client's record.

She's a topless waitress.
We'll run a check on her, of course...

but I'd be willing to bet
that she's not exactly a debutante.

Are you suggesting a different set of
legal standards for topless waitresses?

I also seem to recall a charge
of possession on her arrest sheet.

Is she claiming that's a lie too?

A physician's sample of amphetamines.
Diet pills.

[Sighs]
I've got a feeling on this one, Frank.

Call it woman's intuition if you will,
but I'm going to take it all the way.

I just wanted you to know, that's all.

- I have intuition too. It's called cop's intuition.
- Mmm. You think she's lying.

I believe she believes
she's telling the truth.

I also believe that's not necessarily
the same as the truth.

As long as we both acknowledge that the truth
is not a monopoly held by Ben Lambert...

- or the department he works for.
- That's why we have courts, counselor.

8:00. Gianni's. Come hungry.

- [Alarm Blaring]
- [Audience Cheering]

[Man On TV] Hi, everybody!
And welcome again to You Bet Your Nanny!

- Hello?
- [Woman] Who is it?

- Police, ma'am.
- [TVIn Background, Indistinct]

If that black, no-account woman
done called you all on me.

Well, I don't know
what she's been saying.

I listens to my television loud.
I'm hard of hearing in one of my ears.

- Could we just talk to you for a moment?
- What?

Have you seen this child
in the last 24 hours?

No. Who is he?

- He's missing from home. Have you seen him?
- No, I ain't seen him!

And how come he ain't
home with his mama?

There are eight million stories
in the naked city.

- This is going nowhere.
- You guys check the basement?

- Yeah.
- It's your basic rodential habitat.

I hate to be a pessimist,
but I think this kid's a goner.

- Will you quit it, Renko?
- Luce, I'm only trying to tell you like it is.

He's seven years old.
He's been missing for 30 hours.

No one's in there.
Let's go check the top floor.

- [Renko] Can you figure it-
- Officer B-

- [Bates] It's an orang-
- Well, bite my shorts.

- It's the Lasky Avenue purse snatcher.
- Run for it, Baby!

- I got him!
- Hey, man.

You get the monkey.
I'll get him!

- What?
- [Bates]Joe, I got the back!

Hey, don't you swing
down there like that! Come on.

- Hey, man!
- Hey, what's going on?

- Where? Where?
- [Crash]

- Hey, you! You knock that off, you gibbon!
- Come on. Let's grab him!

No, you grab him.
I'm not gonna arrest no ape.

First of all, they're
stronger than whale's breath...

and second of all,
you can't toilet train 'em!

We got our man.
Where's yours?

Our "man" got away.

Yeah. Well, we sure wish we could
stay with you on this door-to-door...

- but we gotta take our suspect in.
- [Radio Chatter, Indistinct]

Catch you later.

[Calletano]
What about O'Keefe and DiCarlo?

I have Hill and Renko, Coley and Lyle,
Banahouski and Tepaz...

Coffey and Bates, all of them
combing Jefferson Heights.

Went through the park...

and Cortland Avenue
from 118th Street to 125th.

I got to have more.

Well, I can't
leave the park barren...

but let me see if I can
pull some uniforms from Midtown.

And I'll see if I can't spring Goldblume
as well. How's it looking?

LaRue and Washington
picked up the boyfriend.

Is there anything else
you'd like to say?

If anyone knows
where my son is-

Let me see if I can get
some more bodies for you.

- I appreciate that.
- [Woman] Channel 6 News Watch.

[Man]
I think that'll be it for us.

- [Man #2] Yeah, I guess that's a wrap.
- Get all the cable.

We're getting more officers,
Mrs. Castillo.

He wouldn't be gone this long unless
something bad had happened. I know it.

He always tells me where he's going.
[Sobbing]

I hope he's all right.

[Calletano]
We never know with the little ones.

[Renko]Just get up your gumption,
and let's get down here.

[Hill] I swear, Renko. If there are
rats down here, I'm leaving.

Well, you gotta get used to it, man. Rats
are an ecological reality ofbig city life.

Well, I can't stand 'em. The way they look
at you with those beady little marble eyes.

- You mean like this here?
- Come on, Renko. Stop joking around.

- Oh, man.
- What?

- Smell that.
- Rats.

That ain't no rats.
That's a human, Renko.

- [Stairs Creaking]
- [Bucket Crashing]

I'm not doing anything!

Oh, God.
[Sniffs]

Don't let that smell
be what I think it is.

Oh, no, man!
No, no.

The first thing you do is tell a kid
not to go into a thing like this.

[Renko Coughing]
There's something in there, Bobby.

- Open it. Open it!
- Mmm. No.

- Oh, my God.
- [Coughing]

- [Knocking]
- Yeah, Phil?

Well, we got an I.D. On that deceased
Hill and Renko found.

Clayton Hicks,
warlord of the Black Arrow.

I could've told you that, Frankie.

You people are sitting on your thumbs.
You'll be finding a lot of V.I.P.'s on ice.

Dobbs and Hernandez from
the Gang Intervention Unit are here.

Oh, wow. Gang Intervention.

Heavy, Frankie, heavy.

Thanks, Phil. I should be
through here in just a minute.

[Clicks Tongue]

Okay, Jesus.

Let's assume thatJesseJohn Hudson is
trying to regain control of the Black Arrow.

What's the plan? What's he after?

What's he after?
I'm surprised at you, Frankie.

Here you are, a college graduate,
a seemingly street-wise person...

and you don't know
what Hudson's after?

Educate me.

He's after your turf, bro.

My sources tell me he's after yours.
Where do you suppose he'll make his first move?

If I was him, I would probably
cross over to Dekker Avenue...

put the squeeze on the Shamrocks.

Those potato heads
talk a good game...

but one look at Hudson with Uzis,
and they'll go running back to catechism class.

- Likewise the Gypsies.
- And the Diablos?

Protective reaction,
Frankie.

We'll smack his butt before
he even thinks past 125th Street.

It's an interesting scenario, Jesus,
but trust me, I'll never let it go that far.

- [Knocking]
- [Jesus] Louie-

- [Speaks Spanish]
- Gracias, bro.

I hate to break this up, bro...

but I promised to pick up
my mother over at the dentist.

Listen, Jesus, how about working
with me on this one...

before it gets
too far out of hand?

Yo. Furillo, you draw salary.
What do I get out of this?

A little peace in the neighborhood.
That's all I'm offering.

I already have peace, Frankie.
But if it comes to war, I'll take that too.

Oh, come on, Jesus. You know
nobody wins that kind of war.

What I do know, Frankie...

is that the only way to avoid a war
with JesseJohn Hudson is to kill him.

You know that too, bro.

Yo, Furillo, don't let
the shadows get you.

- [Man] Belker.
- [Phone Rings]

[Woman]
I think Belker's got a new date.

- Nice collar, Mick.
- Thank you.

That's no collar.
That's family.

You're on thin ice, dirtball.
Sit down, hairbag.

[Grunting]

[Man]
What is that smell?

[Grunts]

- [Typing]
- Okay.

You like onions?

[Grunts]

[Chuckling]

Name?
[Chuckles]

[Rings]

- Hill Street Station.
- [Man] Officer Hill, please?

Yeah, this is him.

Was that refrigerator we pulled that boy
out of a top loader type or a side loader?

It was front.
Yeah, what's your name?

Where's a pencil?

[Quietly]
Stop it. I refuse to be manipulated that way.

No, I'm not aroused.

For pity's sake, woman,
this is a public utility.

- I wanna touch you.
- [Groans]

- Phil.
- Oh, hiya, Mac.

Why so tense?

- Hey, what brings you up here?
- Well, nothing really.

Just a couple of 50-yard-line red zone
tickets for the Monday night game.

Well, you got 'em.
That's terrific.

Listen, buddy, something's wrong.
You want to talk about it?

Well, Mac,
I'm irresistible to women.

They can't leave me alone.

From Stella Copowski in the sixth grade
to Grace Gardner...

my entire life has been determined by
my irresistibility to the female gender.

It's a curse.

Not to mention
what it's doing to my lower back.

Phil, could you raise Ray
for me, please?

- Oh, will you excuse me, Mac?
- Look, you're busy.

I'll call you later about the game.
Cheer up a little.

Captain. Sit down.

Captain, I don't know what to do
with this monkey.

I called every agency in town
from the S.P.C.A. To Greenpeace.

Guess maybe you'll have to
put him in holding for the night.

With those animals?
Come on, Captain. Have a heart.

I think we got
a very sensitive creature here.

How about the interrogation room?

Thank you, Captain.
Come on, hairbag.

- You got a room for the night.
- Great collar, Mick.

So far it's been,
uh, zero, Frank.

[Woman On TV
Speaking Spanish]

[Calletano]
I'll stay. Hold on.

Henry? Henry? Do you want to stay or
let the night shift have it?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll stay.
Long as it takes.

Henry will stay.
I'll talk to the others.

Okay. Call me
whichever way it goes.

Will do.
Frank, happy birthday.

Thanks.

[Spanish Continues On TV]

[People Arguing In Distance]

- [Door Opens, Closes]
- [Train Rumbles]

Excuse me.

[Door Opens]

[Arguing In Spanish]

[Sighs]

This is a lot like the place I grew up in
over on, uh, 110th Street.

Same sounds too.

Pots and pans.

Twenty different radios,
married people screaming at each other.

Might help
if you talked about it, son.

I told the cops.
I don't know nothing.

- I think you do.
- It don't matter what you think.

[Sighs]
Young man, I've been watching you...

and we simply do not have
the time to fool around with this.

- You know where he is, don't you?
- No!

If he's out there, seven years old,
alone, Luis, he could die!

You ever see someone who's suffocated
in a refrigerator? He turns blue, Luis.

Have you seen what rats can do to a wino
who falls asleep in the wrong alley? Do you?

- Lemme go!
- You listen to it, because this is the way it is.

I'm gonna run you in for a lie detector test,
and God help you if you're lying to me...

because right now, the charge is only child
endangering, but if he dies, it's murder, Luis.

And I don't give a damn how young you are,
I swear to it, I'll see you do hard time.

Now, what the hell
did you do with him?

Me and my friend Gilbert
made him think he killed me.

We gave him a starter's gun,
and I put ketchup on my shirt, and when-

Where is he?
Where is he?

Michael? You in here, son?

Everything's okay, son.
I've come to take you home.

- [Sniffling]
- You don't have to hide anymore.

- You didn't kill anybody, son.
- [Whimpering]

Come on. Take a look for yourself.
Luis is right here next to me.

It's okay, son.

Your brother was
just playing a game on you.

Come on.

- Don't look so grim, Henry.
- That older kid needs help, Ray.

I know.
I explained that to her.

Maybe you could stop by next week and
have a talk with him. Take him to a ball game.

- He needs help, Ray! Professional help!
- She realizes that, Henry.

So where's he gonna get it? You saw
that apartment. The refrigerator's almost empty.

She'd have to clean house for a year
just to get his teeth fixed.

- I'll call County Health Bureau in the morning.
- They don't take illegals.

Then you tell me what the answer is.

[Calletano Sighs]

Happy birthday,
pizza man.

Well? Do you like it?

Oh, yeah.
It's beautiful.

What's wrong?
Turning 40 got you down?

Ah, I think so. Yeah.

I have the profound sense
I am not what I wanted to be.

Which was?

The next Stan Musial.

- You're a pretty heavy hitter in my league, big guy.
- But not a starter.

- Frank-
- I know. My timing stinks.

- [Closes Case]
- For more reasons than you could know, Joyce...

you've been in my mind all day.

I love you.

And I'm looking for more than dinners
at a neutral spot where nobody'll see us...

a couple of sleepovers a week,
a lunch here and there if we're lucky...

and two separate but equal lives,
your place or mine.

What kind of relationship is that?

My best one actually.

I'm 40 years old today,
and I just spent an hour with my son.

In a couple of days
I'll get another hour.

An hour with him, an hour with you.
Two hours here, three hours there.

I have the feeling that I just get bits
and pieces of the people I love the most.

My life is in fragments,
and I want more.

[Quietly]
I can't give more yet.

Well, one way or another,
I think you ought to decide.

Does it have to be this second?

It's as good a time as any.

Oh, Frank.

Please. Please don't do this.

- I have to.
- Why now?

Because most of the time
I want you so badly...

I'm willing to ignore
my other needs, but not today.

Today I'm feeling
I want a wife, and a home...

and maybe even another kid,
and I want all that with you, counselor.

At the very least, I want
an open and aboveboard relationship...

no matter what the consequences.

- Frank, you're backing me into a corner.
- Yes.

Please don't bully me.

Well, uh...

l-l-I can't be stalled anymore.

[Voice Breaking]
I mean, either we move forward, or it's over.

[Sighs]

[Mews]