All language subtitles for Hill Street Blues 1x15 Rites of Spring (Part 2) [DVDRip][DUAL English - Espanol Xvid][TusSeries.com][by XoanFerrol][ING]

For those of you who haven't heard...

there was a riot
around 4.'00 this morning...

in the 900 block of East Utica
following an officer-involved shooting...

of a young male, black,
suspected of robbery.

Thus far, we're looking at
28 arrests...

14 hospitalizations- five of those
from the night shift.

So let's be mindful of the kind
of mood out there today...

and try to maintain
a diplomatic profile.

Give people
the benefit of the doubt.

I'd rather you let slide
a few misdemeanors...

than have a repeat
of what went down last night.

Next item is Item 10.

Concerns our rather anemic showing
at the Mercy Hospital Blood Bank.

[Chattering, Groaning]

So with regard to
your obviously busy schedules...

the sisters will be relocating
the aforementioned blood bank...

to this very room
for the remainder of the week.

[Chattering,
Groaning Intensifies]

All right.
The last item.

[Laughing]

In view of the current warm snap,
I can fully sympathize...

with your various
and whimsical attempts...

at self-expression
through fashion.

But insomuch as this is
a precinct house and not a boutique...

and per divisional policy...

all uniform officers
will conform to the dress code.

Dress code, I might add,
does not include huaraches...

clogs, Western,
motocross boots...

or any sort ofhat, scarf...

or T-shirts
advocating sex, drugs...

or regions of the human anatomy
hanging loose.

All right. That's it. Let's roll.
And hey, let's be careful out there.

Hold it right there!

We need additional units down
on East Utica to relieve the night shift.

[Woman]
Okay, I don't wanna do that.

- Hill, Renko, Cooper-
- [Woman] Say Perez.

- Perez, O'Keefe, DiCarlo-
- Come on, O'Keefe. Let's go.

Banahowski, Coley, Lyle, Topez.

On the double.!
Hey, be particularly alert.!

That sniper might still
be working the rooftops.

- [Man] Take care.
- [Man] Come on, partner.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

I'm telling you.
It's no big deal, okay?

I slipped in the tub
last night.

I ran into Militello
this morning.

Claims he saw some joker go down
for the count at Cole's last night...

after eight rounds
with a bottle of 151.

I was stone-cold sober when a john door
popped me in the chin.

- What are you-
- LaRue, Washington...

I need you to transport
Detective Weeks...

- back to the scene of the shooting.
- [Shouting]

I thought things were still
a little hairy down there.

It's a picnic
compared to last night.

- That's the last of the arrests coming in now.
- Okay.

Hey, Charlie, let's do it.

They want you back
at the alley.

Sometime today be okay, Charlie?

Right.

[Siren Wailing,
Police Radio Chatter]

Some circus. Those S.I.D. Guys have
taken enough pictures for a yearbook.

Three dozen yoms waiting
to burn the block down...

and two Internal Affairs boys ready
to throw Weeks to the dogs.

Fuchs, a kid got killed here
last night- 17 years old.

Five cops hospitalized.

So come off it, okay?

That black dude, Shaw?

A real ladder climber,
that one.

You're awful quiet
this morning, Henry.

As far as I'm concerned, they oughta save the
city the trouble and put Weeks away for good.

I see you've already
made up your mind.

What do you think, Frank?

It's the fourth time
he's been in a spot like this...

not to mention the half dozen
complaints in his file for excessive force.

The mars trigger-happy,
especially when the target is black.

I'm sorry, Frank. I'm a little sick
of carrying the same badge...

as guys who are only
in it for the rush.

Frank, could I acknowledge
your input on something?

- Acknowledge his input.
- If you wanna bring choppers in...

for that sniper search,
Howard, the answer's no.

Oh, the alleged sniper
is long gone, Frank...

if there ever was one
to begin with.

Uh, a question.

Do I, uh, as a general rule,
tend to, uh...

invade people's space?

Well, it was just an aside
that Lorraine made last night.

Lorraine?

[Sighs]

I'm seeing a woman, Frank.

- How about that.
- Yeah.

Well, at any rate,
we were coming out of...

my first SUM seminar
last night-

- You're going to SUM?
- What on earth is SUM?

Well, it's an acronym for,
uh, Scheinkopf Utilitarian Mode...

as in "cognito," ergo sum.

It's human dynamics, Frank.

It's sort of like EST
without the toilet training.

Not bad, Henry.

That's a pretty good one-liner.

Lorraine'll get a real kick
outta that.

[Glass Shattering]

"EST without
the toilet training."

[People Shouting]

- Howard!
- [Glass Continues Shattering]

Oh. O'Keefe, let's render
that rooftop nonoperational.

[Siren Wailing, Horn Honking]

[Man On Speaker] Will the members
of the press please move back?

Officer Weeks, uh...

- Lieutenants John Hurley and... Clayton Shaw.
- Clayton Shaw.

Internal Affairs.
They'll be handling your case.

You all know
Captain Fuchs, Narcotics.

Gentlemen, could we please make this fast,
so I can get my men out of here...

before the rest of
the neighborhood wakes up?

According to your report
to Captain Furillo here...

you were passing by the front of this
alley about 3:15 this morning, off duty?

- Right.
- When you saw three black men...

emerge from the rear door
of this clothing store?

That's right. With the Trans Am
parked right outside...

I thought maybe they
were taking the place down.

So I drew my service revolver-
S&W.38-

I.D.'d myself and instructed them not
to make any further movements.

- Captain!
- Uh, LaRue.

Why don't you just give it
to us verbatim, Weeks?

Verbatim?
Well, Lieutenant, as I recall...

I said, "Freeze, niggers,
or I'll blow your heads off."

You wanna know what came down, you find
the Trans Am with the bullet in the back of it.

- [Glass Shatters]
- [Renko] Hey, you come on
down here, you coward!

I can't stand this!
Get these people out of here!

Get me out of here!
Will you please do me a favor?

Look, I don't have to stand
around here and take this-

I thought the captain would want to talk
to Mr. Monroe here, Neal.

- I found him going in the front side.
- Yeah, thanks, babe.

We'll take it from here.

What's happening, brother? You're open
kind of early in the morning, ain't ya?

Early is prime time for the carriage trade.
The Eldorado set, brother.

A diamond in the back,
as in your basic pimp type.

You're kidding. You're telling me they
buy suits this time of the morning?

In multiples, my man. Sometimes
more when their nose is doing the talking.

They sleep all day, so you gotta catch 'em
when they come off that playing field...

all rich and happy
from the night before.

[Laughs] I got a few questions
for you, blood.

Yeah. What's all
the commotion about?

- Somebody buy it last night?
- You got that right.

Satisfy something
for me, Weeks.

What were you doing down here
at 3:00 in the morning, off duty?

Do you have people in the area,
or were you just out looking for action?

Come on. What is this? Is there some law
against him being on the street on his own time?

Well, as of this moment, he has
nothing more to back up his story...

but one dead kid.

No car, no gun, no accomplice.

No other slugs
except the ones he fired.

- What'd that guy say?
- He's the manager of the clothing store.

But he didn't know anything
about any break-in.

He's lying.
They came outta that door.

Neither the front or the back door shows
any signs of forced entry.

And the guy's positive there's
no cash or merchandise missing.

Looks like your luck
just ran out, Weeks.

Don't tell me you've never seen
a pint of blood before, Michael.

Are you kidding, ma'am? In my line
of work I see gallons of the stuff.

Except it's usually on sidewalks
and bumpers, woodwork and things.

So, what else is new?

Hey, Mick, think you can get loose later
for a few hands of klabiash?

Oh, I can't today, Leo.

I'm on a special assignment with
the Federal Drug Enforcement Agency.

They've been renting out this
storefront over on Kosciusko...

for over a month now
that receives stolen property.

- A fake fencing operation?
- Yeah.

We bust the dopers, trace
the money to the dealers. It's terrific.

Now, that didn't hurt too badly,
did it, Michael?

No, ma'am, it didn't.
Actually, it was kind of fun.

- Good.
- Remember, ma'am, there's plenty
more where that came from.

No, no, Michael.
Now we rest for 15 minutes.

- [Groaning]
- That's good.

Hey, Mick, Blotski's looking
kind of squeamish over there.

[Belker Laughing]
Blotski. Come on, Leo.

Any guy that'd jump through
a plate glass window on a five-buck bet...

ain't gonna be squeamish
about anything.

[Chattering]

I stand corrected.

[Chuckles]

- [Phone Ringing]
- Hello? Calletano speaking.

Francis, I got over
a dozen calls for you.

Citizens Review Board, Midtown Urban
League, two from the Courier.

- Thanks, Phil, but they'll have to wait.
- Henry-

- The hospital.
- Thanks.

Goldblume.

No, I was calling about
my son, Josh Goldblume.

Now, look, you promised
you'd give me the results...

of the blood tests
no later than 10:30.

O- Okay.

Will you please have the doctor
call me just as soon as he comes in?

Please? Thank you.

Like I told the headhunter, I was
down there looking for a snitch of mine.

Oh. This snitch have a name?

Take your pick.
The little scum's got half a dozen names.

Give me one.

David Kazmarek.
K-A-Z-M-A-R-E-K.

What are the chances
of finding the snitch?

Seems to me you oughta be askir
what that kid was doing...

behind that store
at 3:00 in the morning.

- We'll cover that base, Weeks.
- If this snitch has a record...

I suggest you pull it.

I'd like to hear directly
from him you had a meet scheduled.

It ain't that way, Furillo.

I was up there
trying to track him down.

The sleaze burned me
for 20 bucks.

Understand what I'm
trying to do here, Weeks.

I'm trying to make your side
of this a little more credible.

So why don't you just go out there
and try to pull his record?

Put out an A.P.B.
On David Kazmarek.

Right, Captain.

You stay,J.D.

What's with the chin?
Hmm?

Oh, nicked myself shaving
this morning, Captain.

I got an $85 electric razor...

that's got about as much finesse
as a Vegomatic.

I got a call yesterday
from the finance company...

carrying the loan on your car.

Those parasites!

[Exhales Forcefully]

I'm sorry, Captain. You shouldn't
have been bothered with that.

They claim you pulled a gun on one
of their repo men yesterday morning.

How was I supposed to know
he was a company man?

This stewardess that I've been-
This lady friend of mine...

she gives me a shake
at 5:00 in the morning...

and says there's some fat Puerto Rican
outside jimmying my door lock.

They claim you made him
assume the position...

on the sidewalk
for over five minutes.

I had to I.D. The guy,
didn't I?

And besides, it was two minutes
at the most, Captain. I swear to God.

To tell you the truth,
I was a little bit upset.

Here they come, trying to rip my wheels
off because of one lousy payment!

Six payments,J.D., according to
the loan manager. Twelve hundred bucks.

He says he'll give you
till the end of the week...

to either come up with the money
or turn back the car.

J.D., half the men
in that squad room...

raise families
on less than you take home.

- I just don't know where it all goes.
- Oh, sure you do.

Don't play that game with me.

You think I haven't noticed how you've
been dragging your butt around here lately?

It used to be only Monday mornings,
but it's turned into a regular routine.

- [Door Opens]
- Excuse me, Francis. Internal Affairs on four.

Thanks, Phil.
In a minute.

[Door Closes]

Your badge does not punch out
with your time card, LaRue.

I don't care if they were trying
to repossess your front lawn.

I won't have my men
abusing their authority.

Okay.

And I'm sorry about the hassle
with the loan company.

I'll have it taken care of.

Things can come apart
on you awfully fast...

in this line of work,
J.D., if you let 'em.

[Door Closes]

[Renko] You know, I'm ashamed to tell
Sandra how I spend my days.

Stand around in alleys,
walking around the streets...

trying to control a bunch
of crazy people...

half of which are named
after past presidents.

Johnson, Jackson,
Cleveland, Roosevelt.

Suspect is oneJackson Washington,
211 Grant Street.

We oughta move out to California
and be motorcycle cops.

Oh, yeah. That's right. They don't have
ghettos in California, do they?

Well, it's not all ghetto
like it is here.

They're all real mellow
out there, you know?

They, uh-They never argue
about anything...

except maybe the best price for coke
or how to spell "quich" Lorraine.

- It's "quiche" Lorraine.
- What?

- Quiche, quiche.
- [Dispatcher] In the vicinity of South Lennox.

Domestic disturbance.
920 Ferry Avenue.

- See the building manager.
- Well, so much for California.

- You the one that called in?
- Yeah. Here. This way.

I want a piece of this guy. There's nothing
I hate worse than a wife beater.

- This way.
They've been screamir something awful.
- Look out.

- Been going on all morning.
- Is he armed?

Afraid not, Officer. I don't know how
many times I've told him to get a shotgun.

- Okay, open up! Police!
- He's been asking for it.

Running around till all hours of the morning,
spending her hard-earned paycheck.

Wait a second. You're telling me
that she's beating on him?

- Mm-hmm.
- Louella goes a good 250 pounds.

- A little shuttle diplomacy here for ya.
- Thanks a lot, but we're okay.

- You'd better open up or I'm
gonna have to break the door down.!
- What's going on?

- Some lady's beating on her husband.
- You're kidding.

You wouldn't think so
if you'd seen the lady.

I mean, we're talking big, Jack.
Linebacker big.

- And mean. Whoo-whee!
- Louella is not mean.

It's the heat, Officer. With all that weight
she's carrying around-

- [Crashing]
- Joe, just kick the door in, will ya?

For cryir out loud, the guy sounds
like he's getting killed in there.

- [Shouting, Pounding]
- [Chattering]

Okay. All right. Okay-
All right, Louella.

Don't let her size fool ya.
She's quick on her feet.

- [People Gasping]
- Ooh-whee!

Okay, Louella, what do you say
we just put the board down-

[Yelling]

Now, Louella, you're gonna
have to come on in with us.

[Stammering]
All right.

These people,
I swear!

Now, look here, lady.

- Now, I'm bigger than you are.
- No, you're not.

All right, Louella. Enough's enough.
We're gonna take you in.

- [Whimpering]
- Lucy, slap the cuffs on her.

We'll just wait outside,
darlir.

Back up.

Are you sure this thing
can handle hard-core vegetables?

- I mean, like beets and things.
- Yeah.

- Beets and hard carrots and stuff like that.
- Yeah.

I don't want you coming here pushing
lightweight materials on me.

- Are you kidding? This is a $50 machine here.
- Give me that.

Two hundred and fifty watts. It'll
juice anything this side of a Harley.

[Knocking]

This stuff will either
fill you up or kill you guys.

- How we doing, Belker?
- [Laughing] I love it.

A three-bag-a-day junkie
peddling hot vegetable juicers.

This is better
than The Gong Show.

I gotta get a copy of this tape
for my brother-in-law.

- You missed the guy with the hot minks.
- Mink coats?

No, minks. Two live minks,
allegedly pregnant.

Hey, you'd be able to breed
the old lady a new coat.

Belker, grab your lunch
and take over out there.

- Right.
- And this time, don't bargain
the trade into the ground.

We're gathering evidence.

Just trying to save the government
a little money, dog breath.

Look, you zinged
the last deal.

- Don't do it again.
- [Low Growl]

[Screaming, Shouting]

- Easy, easy, Louella.
- [Grunting]

She's all yours, Leo.
Lock her up. I dare ya.

Come on. I already gave a pint
of blood today, Luce.

- Leo, cute.
- Be nice.

Right this way, Louella.

All right.
I'll get him for you.

Henry. Henry,
it's the hospital.

Detective Goldblume.

Yeah.

Francis, Henry's on the phone
talking to the hospital.

Oh, his son.

He was supposed to receive
the report this morning.

- Yeah?
- I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I hope he's all right.

Now they think
it could be meningitis.

I gotta go.

Oh, geez.

I hope they're not gonna
keep Weeks here all day.

Gnarly dude, that Weeks.
Gets on people's nerves.

Is there any special reason
why you keep tapping away like that,J.D.?

- Hmm?
- Oh, no. I'm sorry, Neal.

I've got a few things
on my mind.

Listen. I got some unfinished business.

You think you could live without me
for an hour or so?

- I'll certainly try my best.
- Okay.

Excuse me.

I missed you last night.

I phoned. You werert in.

I was in.
I wasrt answering the phone.

I thought you might
still be mad at me.

What for?

For what I did to you
in there yesterday.

I really didn't want you
anywhere near that guy.

You made that pretty clear.

Here.
Phillies are in town.

My apologies
to Officers Perez and Cooper.

I shouldn't have
jumped on them. I'm sorry.

Good seats.
Is this a bribe, counselor?

Yes.

You know, you drink
too much of that stuff.

It makes you high-strung.

Speaking of which,
I could've used you last night, Furillo.

All you had to do
was answer your phone.

Right.

Well, I see
our allotted time is over.

Oh, come on.

You know I'm up to my neck
in this Weeks investigation.

I thought we could, uh,
go to the Palm Garden for lunch.

What's with you, kiddo?

[Laughs]

I really think I
like you today, Furillo.

You still like me?

What's wrong?
Didrt I show it?

Yeah.

Why else would I
offer to buy you lunch?

We've got to keep
your strength up.

You still haven't told me
what you're doing about your rape case.

Are you defending him or what?

He's been reassigned
to Pam Gilliam.

- You know her?
- No.

She's good.
Fourth in her graduating class.

Good family, good contacts.

In the trenches
18 hours a day.

- Remind you of anyone?
- [Chuckles]

- Frank, I've been thinking.
- Mmm?

Maybe I've been working
in this junkyard too long.

It's making me mean
and angry...

and too ready to fight
with everyone about anything.

Why don't you
take some time off?

That's the general idea.

I wanna take you
someplace with beaches...

palm trees, rolling surf.

Take some time
to get to know each other.

Who knows?
I may discover you're boring.

Uh-oh. I'm not sure I wanna
take that chance.

It's important.

Okay. It's a deal.

[Water Running]

Got something
on your mind, Washington?

Yeah. You. I've gotta
hand it to you, man.

You got to be about the coolest
mother I've ever met...

or you just don't
give a damn, that it?

What's the matter?
You don't like my attitude?

Are you working advance man
for the Urban League or what?

What do you want?

You want a piece of me?

You're gonna have to
take a number.

Every suntan in this department
wants a piece of me...

especially the houseboy
they sent down from Internal Affairs.

You wanna go for it?
Come on.

I don't understand
what you're doing, Weeks.

If you think you're being railroaded,
you can file a claim of prejudice.

But keep on doing
what you're doing...

man, you're not only
getting yourself axed...

but you're on your way
to an arraignment for manslaughter.

- No way.
- Is that right?

Well, let me wake you
up to something, sucker.

This was number four.
Three black, one brown.

And that jive story
you laid on Internal Affairs...

about being out at 3:00 in the morning
looking for your snitch?

That's lame, man!
That stinks!

Who in the hell you think
you're dealing with?

Boy Scouts? Virgins?
Those are headhunters, man. Pros.

And at the rate you're going,
they are going to feed you your face, man.

What I love is all this holiness
all of a sudden comir off the Hill.

You wanna talk about
your partner LaRue?

What were you doing down
in that alley, Weeks? Huh?

You out
shakir somebody down?

Maybe copping a freebie
from a hooker. That it? Huh?

I've been in Narcotics
13 years...

since the day they recruited me
out of the academy.

Thirteen years at the bottom
of the crap heap.

No promotion to sergeant,
no gold shields...

no transfers,
because we're marked.

- We're flakes.
- What were you doir down there, Weeks?

This department's cost me
my wife, my kids, my friends.

I was born in this town.

I've lived my whole life here.

It was a clean shoot.

They shot at me,
and I shot back.

[Water Running]

He says he was down there
because for the past eight months or so...

he's had a line on
a heavyweight coke importer...

by the name of
George Pinky Reiner.

But that hairdressers-
Touch� Beauty Salon-

they supposedly cut the coke for Reiner
and distribute it down to Midtown.

- What do you think?
- It washes better than that jive...

about him hanging out
looking for a snitch.

Then why in the hell didn't he tell us
that in the first place?

Mm. Something that big,
he figured if he went by the book...

they'd kick it upstairs
to a captain or lieutenant.

It was supposed to be
his passport out of Narco.

- Ray?
- Yes, Frank?

Let's do an R & I on one George Pinky Reiner,
suspected coke dealer.

- See if he's in the computer.
- Right, Frank.

Whether he's listed or not, Captain...

I wouldn't mind staking out
that hairdressers.

My guess is that coroner's inquest
day after tomorrow...

is gonna recommend
prosecution to the D.A.

So, what's to lose?

Why are you so hot
to do this, Neal?

Everybody knows about Weeks.

He's a knee-buster and a bigot.
The only reason he's lasted this long...

is none of the two dozen charges
against him has ever stuck.

I've never taken down
a coke importer, Captain.

- Maybe there's a promotion in it.
- That sounds good, Neal.

Now, what's the real reason?

Well, as much of a honky
as he is, Captain...

I've got a feeling about it.

I think it could have been
a righteous shoot.

Okay.

Find LaRue
and start laying it out.

Right.

You gotta listen
to what this guy's saying.

I don't know. You tell me.
What do you think this junk is won'th?

I paid a thousand.
I'd take 800.

I bet you will.

What happened?
Did you get tired of being a dentist?

Right. Only mouth I catch
my fingers in is my own.

I wouldn't completely bet
on that.

- Say what?
- I said I'm gonna give you 50 bucks.

Man, you're trying
to rip me off?

You know how many dentists I get
who are going out of business?

Come on. This kind of
medical junk don't move.

You know what moves? Gold.

Seems to me...

I did take some gold
outta this dude's upper plate.

How much gold?

Four ounces.

You bring that in.
That I can move.

[Sighs]

You catalog that
517-MB-1135.

517-MB-35.

Why didn't you try
for that guy's name?

Patience, hair ball.

I got 10-to-1
says that piece of cheese...

took down that dental clinic
over on North Pulaski...

and I'm gonna bust him
and his running mates.

You should've pumped him for drugs.
That's what we're here for.

I'll be back
in a couple minutes.

- I've seen better.
- Come on. Take a good look.

What do you think this is?
Zircons?

These are genuine diamonds,
and the setting's 18 karat.

Come on, man.
Any other jewelry store in this town...

would give me 2,500,
no questions.

- Yeah? Who, for instance?
- Come up a little and we got a deal.

I'm overstocked now.

Look, why don't you bring me something
I can move a little faster?

[Sniffing]

Pop for 1,900.
I'll see what I can put together.

I swear to God, man.
I got some righteous connections.

Okay, you got yourself a deal.
But put it together fast.

I got customers waiting on it.

?[Jazz]

Excuse me.

- No, don't!
- [Sighs] Oh!

What the hell
are you doing here, huh?

[Groans]

- Oh, man.
- Where's your brains,J.D.?

- What-
- That is not a fence in there. That is a front, a scam.

They got you
on videotape,J.D.

They got your voice,
they got your prints...

and the money they gave you
is marked, ya crud-for-brains.

Oh, man.

Is it hot?
Is that jewelry hot?

No. It belongs
to this chick.

Don't lie to me, not unless you
want broken kidneys.

I'm being straight.

It's a payback.
The chick owes me.

Better have the lady come in. The both
of you got to explain it to the captain.

And do not try
to move that money.

Uh, that's gonna be
a little hard to do.

The lady's being difficult.

Total vacancy
between the ears.

You know what I mean?

Mick...

what's the chances on something
happening to the videotape?

Did you just tell me
this was straight?

It is. It is!

It- It'd be
a lot easier with your help.

Be a lot easier with my help?

I've covered for
your screwups before.

We all have.
Not this time.

Not a chance.

And get yourself
some mouthwash!

You smell like the inside
of a pint bottle.

Hey!

?? [Renko Singing Country Western]

?? [Singing Stops]

That's, uh- Oh, no. Don't go into
that place again.

What goes on in there
depresses me no end.

Not as much as your singing
depresses me, Renko.

You know what? You don't appreciate
music in any way, shape or form.

You like calypso,
shopping center music.

?? [Vocalizing]

[Knocking]

- Yeah?
- Officer Hill, Shirret.

I was in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd stop by.

- Oh, I thought you were alone. Just a minute.
- Mm. Mm.

- No kids.
- Where are the little ones, Shirret?

Shh! They're sleeping
in the bedroom.

- So, how's it going?
- Fine.

They're sleeping
in the bedroom.

You look like you're
stepping out this evening.

- You look very nice.
- Oh, nice enough?

For a grown man,
you sure act awfully shy.

If you're gonna be going out tonight,
who's gonna be watching your children?

My girlfriend Darlene.

We made an agreement
to watch each other's so we can go out.

I'm gonna take them
over there in a little while.

Hers are coming here tomorrow.

Sounds like a nice agreement.
Hope it works out.

Oh, it will.

- Don't you worry.
- Let's go, Renko.

Would you like a glass
of wine or something?

- Some juice?
- Uh, no, thanks.

If I see your welfare worker, I'll tell her you're
getting the problem worked out just fine.

Would you? That'd be nice.
Thank you.

Let's go, Renko.

- Ma'am.
- Y'all take care now.

You too, Shirret.

[Police Radio Chatter]

You know, I trust that woman
about as far as I can spit canal water.

- She's making an effort.
- Yeah, to recruit you...

between the sheets
and otherwise.

These people, I swear.

You know, the best thing
you could do for those kids...

is to do what the welfare worker wants-
get 'em away from her.

Don't start that stuff
on me, Renko...

because I'm not in the mood
to hear it, all right?

Yeah. I guess I'm just
an overly critical...

overly sensitive...

highly misanthropic individual
with a wry, skeptical persona.

[Laughing]

- Who have you been talking to?
- Been talking to books.

I'm trying to improve my word power.
I'm gonna switch my major over to English.

- To English, huh?
- Drop me over to Nash Avenue.
I wanna catch this train.

- You gotta sign out, Professor.
- You can do it for me.

No. Uh-uh. No way. Esterhaus watches
that damn clock like a hawk.

- Lie for me, partner. What are friends for?
- What?

- Lie.
- All right, sucker. You owe me one now.

Don't call me sucker.
And I don't owe you anything.

- Psst.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Come on in.

You come on out.

I'd like to take you to dinner.
I might even pay for it.

Andy, I wish I could.
I teach a class in 40 minutes.

Well, then, I'm just gonna have to spend
the next 40 minutes staring at you.

You have a good day, cowpoke?

I had a usual day.

A bunch of gang punks
and hookers and pimps...

and mentally deficient
reprobates out in the street.

My God, you are pretty.

Every single time I close my eyes today,
all I can look at is your face.

Andy, come on.
The door is open.

Uh, what do you think
you're doing?

Andy, what are you doing?

Andy?

Come here. Come here.

I miss you so.

I miss you so.

Oh, Andy, listen, not here.

We got 40 minutes... before you
have to teach your class.

And I want you so bad
it hurts.

Mmm!

Andy, this is crazy.
You know that.

I don't care.

I don't care.

[Chattering]

Oh, Frank, I thought
you'd never get here.!

I came as soon
as I heard, Fay.

I swear, Frank, I get more
support from my panty hose...

than I do from the cops
in this garbage dump of a city!

- You wanna tell me what happened?
- What happened?

I got mugged.
That's what happened.

Uh, can I see the report, please?
Thank you.

I tell you, Frank.
This has been one hell of a year.

I mean, first,
I get arrested in a hot tub.

Oh, I believe it was your Sergeant Walsh
that got the initial eyeful.

And then I am terrorized
by obscene phone calls...

by that maniac patient
of Harvey's.

And now this,
which is truly the highlight.

Frank, they pushed me
down on the ground...

and one of'em had his whole arm
up my dress looking for valuables.

[Sobbing]

And where was heroic Harvey?
[Laughs]

Harvey just stood there
like an idiot saying...

"Don't panic.
Give them what they want."

Give them what they want?

I swear, Frank.
I saw something in Harvey tonight...

I don't ever
wanna see again-

the real Harvey.

Uh, I'm really sorry
about the engagement ring.

It wasrt all.
They got my, uh, necklace...

and my- my bracelets,
all my cash, my credit cards.

Oh, and my
tear gas canisters.

Wonderful, huh?
Oh, yeah, and-and the alimony check.

That's no problem.
I'll just write you another one.

Hot X-rays, Ms. Furillo.
You wanna take a look?

Frank, this is Dr. Redman,
the orthopedist.

- How are you?
- How do you do?

Broken thumb right here.

If you don't wanna lose mobility,
you'll need surgery.

- Surgery?
- Yeah. What you got to do is...

remove this piece of bone here
floating around in the joint...

otherwise it interferes
with the ligament.

It's called
a gamekeeper's thumb.

How soon would you
have to do this?

I've already booked you an O.R.
You'll be out of here by 9:00 a.m.

No offense, Doctor, but shouldn't we
get a second opinion?

Oh, no offense taken. Uh-

But I'm pretty familiar
with this kind of break.

- I've had a few of them myself.
- The mars All-Pro, Frank.

Oh, Otis Redman. Of course.
Syracuse All-American.

Then you played
for St. Louis, right? Seventy-

Seventy-two to '79.

Well, the officer told me.

- Shall we go for it?
- Will it leave a scar?

Just a little one.
Besides, scars are sexy.

Uh, why don't you two
talk this over...

and I'll be back
in a few minutes, okay?

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

[Sighs]

You sure you wanna
go through with this, Fay?

Well, I'm here.
I might as well get it over with.

- Besides, I trust him.
- I noticed.

- What about Frank, Jr.?
- He's with my mother tonight.

If you could take him to school in the
morning, and then come back and get me-

- Sure. No problem.
- Thanks.

You know,
I'm scared, Frank.

Do you want me to stay
for the operation?

No, it's not the operation
I'm afraid of.

It's the reason
for the operation.

I don't like living
in a jungle, Frank.

And I don't want to raise Frank, Jr.
In a jungle either.

- I mean, I wanna get outta here.
- [Sighs]

All right. Well, maybe we can talk
about that tomorrow.

I don't think I'm gonna
feel any different tomorrow.

Maybe not,
but at least we can talk.

Okay.

Are you sure you don't
want me to stay?

No, I'm fine.
But thanks.

You go ahead.

[Woman On P.A., Indistinct]

Excuse me. Uh, could you tell me
where the childrers ward is, please?

It's third floor, west.

Henry?

- Frank, what are you doing here?
- I was down in Emergency.

- Fay got mugged.
- Oh, gee- Is she all right?

Oh, yeah. Broken thumb.

She's scared.
The thumb will heal.

While I was here,
I thought I'd check on Josh.

- How's it going?
- Beats the hell out of me.

They don't know anything.
They're not telling me.

So we wait.
Rachel and I are taking turns.

- Mind if I wait with you?
- No.

You know,
the infuriating part, Frank...

is my little guy's lying there in a coma,
and I can't do a damn thing about it...

except wait here
with my thumb up my nose...

trying... not to think
about losing him...

and not being able to think
about anything else.

Mr. Goldblume, may I speak
with you privately for a moment, please?

Yeah. Uh, excuse me, Frank.

Sure.

[Quiet Chattering]

[No Audible Dialogue]

No, he- he's okay, Frank.

He's come out of the coma.
Doctor says he's gonna be fine.

[Sobbing]

Thank God.

[Mews]