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[Man]
I heard three shots.

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Calletano]
Frank, it's terrible.

Let me have a look.

The I.D. Is still tentative.

I can't be the one
to make it positive, but I think so.

How well did you
know her, Frank?

Just casually.
Did she resist her assailant?

No witnesses. Seems to me
like she and her companion...

were nailed
coming through the door.

- Kill and rob.
- Her companion?

George Hobart. We got him out ofhere
a minute ago in critical condition.

Ayoung male was seen
running to a car. Flashy jacket.

Maybe gang colors.
Nobody got a license or a make.

I want Howard Hunter in my office
first thing in the morning.

[Calletano]
All right.

- [Man] Does she have family here, Frank?
- No.

I don't know.
She was from out of state.

- So who do we call for an I. D?
- I know a close friend.

Joyce-Yeah.

Li-Li-Listen.
I have some bad news.

Item Eight.

We had a bad one last night,
people.

Pamela Gilliam was shot to death
in an attempted robbery...

outside a neighborhood
restaurant on Jefferson.

Her companion
was critically wounded.

Some of you may have known
Miss Gilliam...

in her capacity
as a public defender...

others in her private work
with young offenders.

For those of you who didn't,
suffice it to say...

we've all suffered
a grievous loss.

As part of
a subsequent operation...

the captain would like the following
teams to remain after roll call:

Bates, Coffey, Schoelkopf,
Walsh, Prentiss, Militello.

[Clears Throat]
Item Nine.

It appears that congratulations
are in order for one of us.

Uh, late yesterday afternoon...

the Black Police Officers Coalition
met to elect its annual congress.

Officer Hill,
conspicuous by his non-presence...

was nominated vice president
in absentia...

by Lieutenant Ozzie Cleveland
of Midtown...

- and duly elected by a convincing margin.
- [Cheering, Applauding]

I, for one,
am certain Officer Hill...

will contribute magnificently
to the new administration...

and stand as a sterling example
of Hill Street fortitude and diplomacy...

race-wise, police-wise
and otherwise.

- [Hill] All right. That's it.
- All right. That's it. Let's roll.

And hey! Hey!

Let's be real,
real careful out there.

[Chattering]

Must be some kind
of a damn mistake.

I don't want to run for any vice
president. I wasn't even there.

What the hell is-
What's the number at Midtown?

It's written
on the wall there.

You know, I was elected sergeant at arms
in high school once.

I punched out two other guys
to get that.

Okay, Renko.
Lieutenant Cleveland.

Hey, I want to report 57 people being
held hostage in an apartment building.

- Fifty-seven? Where?
- Yes, sir. 2642 Richmond.

A guy by the name of Sosa
and his two goon sons are responsible.

- Are they armed?
- Yeah, you could say that.

He's got the title
to the building.

- I don't understand, sir.
- Well, it's simple.

You buy yourself a rent-controlled building
where people have fixed incomes.

Then you gotta get 'em out
to jack up the price.

So you let the furnace break down, the
toilets back up and let the rats run free.

And you do cute little things, like put glue
in the mail box so nobody can get in there.

And then if you complain, he tells the
tenants, if you don't like it, take a walk.

- You live at this address, Mr. -
- Bustamonte, Joe. Yeah. We're new tenants.

You reported any of this
to the Department of Buildings?

What, are you kidding? So they can
condemn the building? Then what?

Mr. Bustamonte,
as soon as I can free somebody...

I'll have
the matter investigated.

Leave the information
with the khaki officer. Thank you.

Mr. Bustamonte,
I'm not entirely clear...

as to the criminal nature
of whatever it is.

Harassment, 140.25.

Criminal mischief,
140.40.

Penal code.
Class "C" misdemeanors.

I'm a law student.
Don't look so impressed.

We'll do our best,
Mr. Bustamonte.

- I tell ya, the guy's crazy.
- [Man Shouting]

The lizards are attacking me!

- The lizards are attacking me!
- [People Shouting]

[Shouting, Indistinct]

No! Get away from me!

- [Shouting Continues]
- [Shouting Continues]

- Get security down here!
- Stay back now!

- [Shouting Continues]
- Put it down! Put it down!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

They'll never get me!
They'll never get me!

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

They'll never get me! No!

- They'll never get me! No!
- [Growling]

- [Growling Continues]
- [Shouting Continues]

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

It's unfortunate, but
a lot of cheap-shot politics...

are gonna
come out of this one.

She was black,
and she was prominent.

She comes from
a highly respected family.

Certain people
in certain positions...

are already demanding
a quick and easy solution.

I don't need to tell you who's
expected to get it for them.

- [Chalk Screeches]
- [Officers Groan]

Damn calcium-carbonate impurities.
[Spits]

According to Ballistics, Miss Gilliam
was shot with a.45 automatic.

That's an expensive piece
for a kid...

so the killer's likely
to try to hold on to it.

Somebody saw gang colors at the scene.
Inasmuch as it's Royal Blood turf...

we figure their Hodge Street playground
hangout is as good a place as any to start.

The D.A. Says
we can sweep it...

ask questions,
conduct a stop-and-frisk.

If the gun's in the park,
we're gonna find it.

Captain, how hard
can we pat 'em down?

If it's hard enough
to dent a skull, pull it.

Our right to frisk,
in this instance...

extends only so far
as protective necessity...

so let's try to
keep it clean, okay?

If we do find any evidence, we don't
want it kicked back on a technicality.

Lieutenant Hunter will
fill you in on the specifics.

Thank you, Captain.
[Clears Throat]

It's a joint operation,
people.

Emergency Action Team
and regular forces working in unison...

to achieve
a maximum tactical effect.

Our objective
is the Hodge Street playground.

Now, this is
a formidable playground...

but by no means
an impregnable one.

I plan to deploy you much
in the same way...

Hannibal deployed his Nubians
when taking the seawall at Syracuse.

We have 20 uniforms
and detectives now.

We'll have five more
by this afternoon.

This one-

You want miracle results,
get me a miracle budget.

[Woman On TV]... professional beliefs
in an interview recorded last month.

Tell me, how do you reconcile yourjob
with your own personal gut feeling...

that crime
should be punished?

Sometimes it isn't easy.

Doubts concerning one's client
are inevitable for any public defender.

I'm sure any D.A. Has parallel
doubts about witnesses, police officers.

Fortunately, we've got
a judicial system...

which leaves the ultimatejudgment
up to a jury of one's peers.

My role as a public defender
is simply to facilitate that process...

by giving my client
the best possible defense the law allows.

I do have occasional doubts
about my job.

- But all in all, I believe in this clumsy,
overloaded system.
- Henry.

[Man On TV]
Thank you.

We're working on it, Joyce.

I hardly recognized her
down at the coroner's, Frank.

Her hair was all tangled.
[Sniffles]

Isn't that crazy?
That's what got to me most.

She was always
so meticulous about it.

You ever wished you had
been there when it happened, with a gun?

We live in the freest,
most secure society in the world...

and you can get blown away...

just because...

you just happened to leave
a restaurant at the wrong time.

What's happening
in this country?

Listen to me,
the crusading public defender.

What if the animal
who did this is somebody...

I helped put back on the streets
because of some legal technicality?

How's Hobart?

Out of surgery.
That's all I know.

I'm scared, Frank.
I'm really scared.

We'll get 'em, Joyce.

I promise you.

I'd like to stay here for
a little while, if I could.

Sure. Stay as long
as you want.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Siren Blaring]

What are you doing to me, Ozzie?
I didn't ask for this post.

Hell, I didn't even know I was
nominated till two hours ago.

All I did was throw your hat
in the ring, Bobby.

It's not my fault
you came up a winner.

I've got other interests
in my life right now, Ozzie.

I don't want
to be active in politics.

Ozzie, it's not like I don't support
the goals of the coalition.

It's just-

Ozzie, I would make a lousy
vice president anyway.

Well, it appears that 284 of your
fellow black officers feel differently.

Seeing as how
I got in on your coattails...

I'd say that's more of a testament
to your popularity than mine.

You're wrong, Bobby. Sure, I endorsed you.
Quite strongly, in fact.

But in the end result,
it was you they voted for.

Ozzie, you're just gonna have to
find yourself another man.

I know, Bobby.
I felt the same way...

when I was first nominated
to the presidency six years ago.

Why make waves?
Maybe a few enemies.

There's always some other guy
who'll take up the slack.

But let me
tell you something.

If every one of us
had copped the same attitude...

there wouldn't be a coalition
in the first place.

In which case, I seriously doubt you'd be
standing there in that uniform right now.

Wait a minute, Ozzie.
I may owe you guys a few back dues...

but these blues are bought and paid
for with more than just my money.

Do you have any idea how
many blacks were on the job...

before the coalition
was founded 18 years ago?

- No, l-
- Twenty-four in the entire city!

Within four years of our
quota hiring proposal...

that figure jumped to 180.

- Ozzie, don't-
- And that is just the beginning.

Do you realize that
of the present black enrollment of 384...

there are only three ranking officers
in the whole department?

Three!
Hill Street has none.

But we are bringing that up
to quota too.

We could use you, Bobby.

But if you don't want
the responsibility, I understand.

I just thought you should know
who your friends are.

Right this way, Mr. Simms.

Mr. Goldberg has been one of
our leading manufacturers...

of ladies' apparel
for the past 10 years now.

Our crepe de chine blouson has been
featured in Cosmo magazine last month.

I bet the coolies
got a big bang out of that.

[LaRue] So what, Sidney? Fourteen percent
of nothing is still nothing.

Huh? Hey, you can burn 'em
in the street for all I care.

I wouldn't wrap a sick dog
in those schmattas.

It's Rosniak. He's trying to unload
5,000 yards of Flip rayon on me.

You ever try to work
with Filipino rayon?

I can't say that I have.

This is Eddie Simms, Mr. Goldberg,
the fella I was telling you about.

Hey. Hey, terrific.

Nice to meet you, Eddie.

You, uh, bring
the party supplies, or what?

No. Actually, Mr. Goldberg,
I was here to discuss...

a profit sharing plan
for your employees out front.

[Laughing]

Good. That's very, very good.
I like this guy already.

Hey, and you can stop that "Mr. Goldberg"
crap, Eddie. My name is Stan, huh?

- Stan, feast your eyes on this.
- [Whistles]

Stuff this pure, a lot of dudes would have
jumped on with everything but hiking boots.

Hasn't been touched
by human hands since Bogota.

You mind if I run this
up the flagpole?

Be my guest.

- If you don't mind my asking, Stan-
- Hmm?

What is a big-time garment manufacturer
like yourself doing...

buying eight ounces
of Colombia flake?

[Chuckles]
I got a 19-year-old wife.

She goes through this stuff
like breath mints.

And her friends-

Our place is like a regular
convention on weekends.

First rate, Mr. Goldberg.
First rate.

- Uh, how much you say this was?
- Eight ounces, 2,250 per.

Eighteen grand even.

[Clicks Tongue]

On second thought, why don't you
just empty the safe?

- What the hell is this?
- [Eddie] It's called a rip-off, Stan.

Let's go.
In the briefcase. Move!

Big-time dope expert,
huh, Crimmins?

I thought you told me
this guy was okay.

I didn't know, Mr. Goldberg.
I thought he was cool.

Yeah. You're fired, you hear me?
You're through.

When I get done with you, you won't
be able to get a job as a seamstress!

[Gun Cocks]

Nice doing business with you,
lovers.

[Door Opens]

The feeling's mutual, cupcake.

- Hey, are you cool, babe?
- No sweat, Cal. Belker's down there.

[Growling]

[Sirens Blaring]

[Clamoring]

[Yelling]

Come, my tan-faced children.
Follow well in order.

- Get your weapons ready.
- [Police Radio Chatter]

Have you your pistols?

Have you your sharp-edged axes,
pioneers?

0 pioneers.

[Sighs]

Judging from the literacy rate
at this corner of the globe...

I doubt they'd recognize Walt Whitman
if he fell in their rib sauce.

This is bogus, man.
Every time something happens...

you come down here
and you jump on us.

Whoa!
Do you believe this?

Why don't you stuff it?
I'm studying to be a dentist.

[Whirring]

This is madness.
They got murders uptown, man...

but I don't see you frisking
the stock exchange.

Well, how many brokers do you
know hold up their pants...

with a Harley Davidson
primary chain?

- It's a look.
- Hey, you're breaking my arm.

Hey, be nice.
This is no picnic for us either.

Is this a look too?
Come on. Come on. Come on.

- [Man] What is this?
- Webster.

- Don't push me.
- If that's your mama, tell her
she hurt my back bad last night.

Bring in the backup transport. It's starting
to look like the N.B.A. Play-offs here.

Only queens tuck trousers
in their boots, chief.

Any.45 automatics
in there, Coffey?

No, sir. Just the usual-
Saturday night specials...

flare guns,
stuff like that.

- Mmm.
- [Officer] You keepin'count?

- Just up into the bed. Watch your head.
- Sit down and be quiet.

[Chuckles] It's the Walther P.P.K.
Of the methadone set.

Judas H.

These people have about as much
appreciation for small arms weaponry...

- as a Marseilles pimp.
- [Clanging]

[Over P.A.] Stay right where you are
there, young man.

- Would you please retrieve that person, Coffey?
- Yes, sir.

[Engine Starts]

Turn it off. Turn it off.

Get out of the car.

What have we here?

- My goodness, a Caribbean toothpick.
- Ooh!

I imagine we'd be making a big mistake if
we didn't arrest this felon, eh, Ballantine?

- Yeah, I'll pop the trunk.
- No, stay right there.

This one we'll tow directly to Impound
and search it there.

- Say what?
- Say what?

That's impound procedure,
Ty.

You wouldn't want us to
leave all your worldly goods...

in a garage overnight
without a proper inventory.

Come on.

- Say what.
- Say what.

What is this world
coming to?

The departmental lot was bumper to bumper,
Frank, per usual, I might add.

We were therefore compelled
to use the licensed impound facility...

of one Barnard T. Kazmarek.

Fine, Howard, just so long
as it's by the book.

Schmeltzer is just emerging from the rear
of the vehicle, even as we speak, Frank...

with what appears to be-
Schmeltzer, come here-

a set of bongos,
a baseball bat-

Ah! Two sharpened
Afro-American combs.

Spare me the play-by-play,
Howard.

Just phone me here at the station if you
find anything the least bit relevant.

Looks like a department store
in here, sir.

Kudos, Ballantine. But it's not the least
bit relevant to the matter at hand.

Are there any small arms
in there?

Doesn't appear to be.

Just radios and tape decks
and the like.

Well, let's check
the spare tire well, shall we?

Good call, sir.
Three.45s, automatic.

Get 'em down to Ballistics
posthaste, Ballantine.

If we get lucky, I'll let you ride point
on the next maneuver.

[Chattering]

- Thomas.
- Renko.

- Two sandwiches, two coffees.
- What do you got there?

- Cherries jubilee.
- Yo, Hill.

Think you could
sit with the brothers?

We got a few matters
to get straight.

Uh, yeah. Yeah.
I can do that.

Say, Renko, I'm gonna go and sit
with the brothers for-

- No problem.
- Yeah.

Yep.

Well, it's not that I'm denying the
Afro-Americans their inalienable right...

to gather and converse
about their problems...

to sort of bring themselves out
of the poisonous oppression...

they have endured
through these many years...

but I have been eating lunch with that guy
for three and a half years.

You're just gonna have to cool it, Renko,
because you are married to a politician now.

In 1965 we had seven-tenths of one percent
brothers at detective two or above.

1973, 5.2.

This year we're down to 4.8.

Vernon, I'm not arguing
your numbers, man.

I'm just saying that before
we start issuing ultimatums...

we better make sure
we can back 'em up.

You know why you
got elected, bro?

Because Ozzie Cleveland knew
that you don't offend people.

Well, I want to offend people.
I don't care about eating lunch with them.

- Just give me what's mine, Jack.
- Okay, Bobby. Let's go.

Oh, yeah. Wait, Renko.

This is Vernon Lee,
one of the founders of B.O.C.

- This is my partner, Andy Renko.
- What's happenin', bro?

[Laughing]

- You coming?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I just want to talk to the guys awhile.
You wanna pick me back up?

Old European tradition-
shaking hands.

Never knew there was much
improvement needed on it.

Hmph.

There's a fascinating article
in here entitled "Castration by Design"...

about our Panama Canal fiasco.

You realize we may as well
have given Cleveland to the Russians.

What would be
so bad about that?

- Have you got something alive-
- I got a pet mouse.

I remember in Danang
we had a pet Komodo lizard.

We kept it near
the interrogation room.

Ate an entire chicken once.

I notice you're fond of fauna.

I love animals, Lieutenant.

They're loyal,
they're reliable.

I think they're much more giving
of affection than humankind.

He's cute, isn't he?

Oh, you like smoked fish head,
you little guy.

[High-Pitched Voice] Gotta eat your protein.
Grow very, very big.

Very, very good for you.

- His name is Mickey.
- [Chuckles]

- Fascinating creatures- rodents.
- Yeah.

Indeed, there's some
top-drawer research now...

that indicates that mice
in confined spaces...

exhibit the same kind
of sociopathic disorders...

that you find in your
third-world brown types.

Not this little fella,
Lieutenant.

Have you ever noticed how some dogs
immediately take to fire engines?

Well, this little guy's got
a real talent for police work.

I met him on a stakeout.
Just the two of us up in an attic...

alone for nine hours.

The whole time this little guy
never made a peep.

- Fascinating. Simply fascinating.
- Mm-hmm.

A symbiotic relationship.

I'm training him
to sniff out drugs.

You know,
marijuana, cocaine.

I think I gave him a little
too much last night.

He really got wiped out.
Didn't want to come to work this morning.

[Chuckles]

- His name is Mickey?
- Yeah.

- Mouse?
- Not Mickey Mouse, Mickey Belker.

I tell you, Lieutenant,
I just love this little guy.

Hey, Mick, great collar today.

[Whimpers]

[Growling]

[Men Laughing]

So, listen, they call my Caddy
the Yom Kippur Clipper.

It not only stops on a dime,
it gets out, goes, picks it up.

- Hi, Henry.
- Fay.

- Hey, see those guys?
- [Chattering]

We're talking bargain basement
of the legal profession.

They're still making 60 grand
and hitting Aruba twice a winter.

I'm as smart as they are.
I work twice as hard...

and I take my life in my hands
every day I come to work.

You should've listened to your mother
and gone to law school, Henry.

- I thought you guys were gonna help.
- We've been a little busy.

You're a little bit late. Mrs. Keitel
sends her regards from the hospital.

Seems she fell down
and broke her hip.

- The bannister collapsed.
- Oh, brother.

By the way,
for your information, I talked to Sosa.

You know what he said to me? "It's not
only 73-year-olds who can break a hip."

It could happen to me too,
if I'm not too careful.

I completely forgot.

Me too. I'll go over there.

There's a major, uh-
[Sniffing]

Snowfall in the garment district
every day, gentlemen.

Mm-hmm. And your client wants
to help with the cleanup.

Very civic-minded ofhim,
counselor.

Well, let's just say that, uh,
Mr. Simms is privy...

to a great amount
of information...

which,
with the appropriate promises...

assurances-

We'll have to talk
to our captain, Mr. Wachtel.

[Door Opens, Closes]

[Man] This littleJewish guy
gets hit by a car, right?

Ambulances coming,
people crowding all around.

It doesn't look good for him.
[Chuckling]

Now, this Irish cop comes over,
puts a blanket on top of him...

balls up a jacket, puts it under his head
and says to him...

"Are you comfortable?"
Right?

LittleJewish guy opens up his eyes,
looks at him and says...

"I make a nice living,
thank you."

- [Men Laughing]
- Hey, answer me this.

You guys do anything at all
for your 80 bucks an hour?

Anything?

It's a disgrace
and an embarrassment, Frank.

I mean, here I am,
the newest member of WAD...

and my own ex-husband's precinct
hasn't got a single ranking black officer.

- "WAD"?
- Women Against Discrimination.

- It's Midge Dolson's group.
- Midge Dolson, the lesbian?

Oh, Frank, that hasn't got
anything to do with it.

I just mean she's
a radical activist.

She is an angry, concerned
citizen of the community.

When I read about her and her WAD,
I went right over there to join up.

Oh, Fay,
just because you've had...

some disappointments
with the men in your life-

Well, I'm not planning to become
a lesbian, if that's what you're thinking.

- And I'm certainly not gonna burn my bra.
- That's a relief.

Frank, I came here to warn you.
That's all.

We are
a wraparound support group.

Midge wants us to come out strongly
for the Black Officers Coalition.

Well, in view of this precinct's abysmal
lack of black equality...

you're gonna get
a lot of steam from us.

Appointments come up through the
department. I don't hire or fire anyone.

Excuse me, Captain. Our suspect's
lawyer is interested in a deal.

Why don't you ask him
what he thinks about it?

Fay, please.
What are they offering?

- They didn't get specific.
- Tell him we'll have to talk to the D.A.

You want to try to pin him down
before I make a call?

You wanna talk to him now?
He's right out here.

Oh, it's all right.
I've got to go.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So, Frank, don't say
I didn't warn you.

Oh, by the way,
I'd love for you to meet Midge.

She's wonderful.

Wouldn't mind a one-night stand
with that, huh?

Nice pillows.

Ballistics for you,
Frank, on 19.

- Furillo.
- [Man] Captain Furillo?

- Yes.
- We got the.45.

Yeah-Thanks.

We have the gun
that killed Pam Gilliam.

Based on the evidence,
counselor, we're prepared...

to press first-degree murder
charges against your client.

My client here, Mr. Bragg...

maintains he knows nothing about
the shooting of Miss Gilliam.

Mr. Bragg can maintain
all he wants.

The fact remains the murder weapon
was found in the trunk of his car.

So, unless he has something to add,
we're prepared...

to turn him over
for arraignment.

[Attorney] You do everything
I tell you to do.

- [Whispering]
- All right.

Uh, my client...

Mr. Bragg here...

informs me he may have
some things to say.

But we've gotta stop talking
about murder one, Captain.

I can't promise you anything.

But if he wants to tell us who his accomplice
was, maybe we can work something out.

Assistant D.A. Zeiger's
in the next room on another matter.

Why don't you two talk it over
while I get with him?

[People Coughing]

[Bustamonte]
Who is it?

Sergeant Goldblume
from Hill Street.

[Lock Unlocking]

Listen, I did my bit.

You're the people that are
supposed to do something.

- I got a wife. I got to study.
- Hey!

Look, I just want to run down a few of
the allegations before I talk to Mr. Sosa.

Or at least get the names
of the harassed tenants.

I wish you wouldn't have
knocked on my door.

- Mr. Bustamonte, this was your complaint.
- Well, I'm sorry.

I've already wasted
half my day on this.

I'm in the middle of exams.
Thanks.

[Lock Locks]

What's your problem?

I'm looking for a Mr. Sosa.

We're all Sosa.
What do you want?

I'm Sergeant Henry Goldblume,
Hill Street station.

We've received some complaints
about the building...

and I was hoping maybe we
could talk for a few minutes.

Talk? About what?
[Chuckles]

Talk to my lawyers.
Who's complaining anyways?

Mr. Sosa, I've been in here
less than five minutes.

I've already seen at least
eight code violations.

Now, a woman was seriously
injured here today.

You got a warrant?
No warrant.

- Get out of here. Beat it.
- I don't need a warrant to be in a public hallway.

What, are you making
the rules up as you go?

This is my building,
my hallway, my tenants.

- Beat it.
- Take a good look at that, gentlemen.

It may still be possible to settle this
without a criminal prosecution.

You're bluffing.

You ain't got nothing.

Excuse me.

Next time, wise guy,
call my lawyers!

Can I give you
some help with those?

Ma'am,
I'm a police officer.

I'd like to talk to you
about conditions in this building.

Don't you worry about anything,
sweet stuff.

Pete here will give you a hand.

Mr. Simms is not totally out of
touch with reality, gentlemen.

And he feels, as I do...

that his interests will best be served
by some sort of creative settlement.

You want me in County a couple
of months for show, I can dig that.

- But you gotta guarantee me no hard time.
- [Scoffs]

I've turned over on so many guys,
you send me upstate, I'm dog meat.

What kind of arrangement
are we talking about, Mr. Wachtel?

Hey, come on. Look, we got a first-rate
bust on a third-rate sleaze, Captain.

Possession, possession
with intent, rob one.

- Let's not throw this away.
- Gentlemen...

can we negotiate this
somewhere in private?

[Chattering]

That's a shame about Pam Gilliam-
Hell of a bright girl.

What a bod.
Legs all the way up to her zotz.

- Ray, my o-
- Five minutes, Frank.

Clark and Sanchez
brought in a rape suspect.

- We had no place else to put him.
- How about the old toilet, huh?

Kill two birds with one stone,
so to speak.

Yeah, hell of a woman-Joycie.

You should've seen her
first year at law school.

- I mean, what a number.
- [Belker] Don't squeeze it so hard.

- [Coffey] It won't fit if I don't.
- Just be gentle.

- It's stiff as a board.
- The new department, huh, Frank?

What's going on
in there, Mick?

Having a little funeral,
Captain.

- I killed his mouse by accident.
- [Laughing]

- [Growling]
- Could you make it snappy?
We need a little privacy.

Sure, Captain.

[Water Splashes]

Good-bye, little fella.

[Toilet Flushes]

Excuse me, Captain.

The nuts are taking over
the asylum.

Now, you check my
arithmetic, Wendell...

but it's a classic case
of little fish, big fish.

Now, I got a middle level
coke dealer...

I could probably spring
on entrapment...

but he doesn't want
to take the chance.

Now, that gives your side
and our side...

a mutuality of interest
in the bigger fish.

- What's your guy willing to take?
- "B" misdemeanor.

Maybe an "A".
Couple a years probation.

And before you guys give me
any phony groans...

my client is ready to hand over possibly
the largest P.C.P. Lab in the state.

- Interested?
- Frank?

- If it pans out.
- Let's keep talking, Allan.

[Sighs]

Damn bladder infection's
killing me.

Leastwise, I hope it's bladder,
because if it's prostate again, l-

Anyway, I'll pass the word on to my client
that there's a deal in the works, huh?

Wendell, Frank,
a pleasure as always.

Oh, Wendell, wh-

While I have you here, I could use
your input on another negotiation.

What is this,
Let's Make a Deal?

We may have a line on the kid
who shot Pam Gilliam.

I was there.

I was there.

But I didn't know about no gun
he had or nothing like that.

Who's "he"? What's the name?

Uh, uno momento there, Captain.
Before we say another word...

I've gotta know my client's
not gonna be charged with first degree.

I just spoke to Assistant D.A. Bernstein,
whose case this is.

In return for
the name of the shooter...

and assuming the surviving witness's
testimony corroborates...

the district attorney will be disposed
towards a plea of second degree...

or maybe even voluntary
manslaughter for Mr. Bragg.

That offer is alive
for exactly one hour.

It's all right. Listen, just tell 'em
what they wanna hear.

Trust me.
Do as I tell you.

All right.

Wilbur. Wilbur Harmon.

310 Jefferson Street.
Apartment 3-B.

- Get a warrant, Ray, and let's bring him in.
- All right.

[LaRue]Just once I'd like to see one of
these things come down clean.

- Lfhe kicks this one up-
- I don't think he'll let it happen.

Gentlemen, so you'll know...

we traded your coke dealer
for a P.C.P. Lab.

- You want it?
- Yes, sir. Sounds good to me, Captain.

11:00 tomorrow morning,
Jerry Fuchs's office over at Division.

- It's a joint operation. He'll set it up.
- We'll be there.

All right.

- Ready?
- Kick it!

All right!
Hold it right there!

[Chattering]

No statement. No statement.

- Do you know who is the suspect?
- [Chattering Continues]

Don't let this one
get away, Frank.

I want his head on a stake
in the middle of Dekker Avenue.

- [Country]
- [Bells Dinging]

- Hey, LaRue.
- Hey, Bobby.

- Cowboy.
- What are you, a sadomasochist...

going to the Sports Arena
in your uniform?

Aw, man, I can't go. I got
a recruitment meeting tonight.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
I got tickets here- scalped.

Thirty dollars a docket.
Look here. Tickets.

Hey, I'm really sorry, cowboy.

Look, if you can't sell mine outside,
I'll give you the bread for it.

No. I think I'd rather just go and sit
there all alone, watch the game.

I said I was sorry.

I guess I just don't understand this
sudden political activism. That's all.

I didn't go looking for it.
You know that. But it's on my hands now.

I'm sorry
if you feel left out.

But the B.O.C. Is important, not only for
me, but for every black in the department.

Please stop. Those people have sold you
a can of pork and beans, buddy.

Nobody sold me anything.

All right.
If this is about...

my precocity for telling ethnic-type jokes
all the time, then l-

It's not about
your lousy jokes, Renko.

I'm used to your lousy jokes.

Actually,
come to think of it, yeah...

I'm sick and tired
of your lousy jokes.

Heard you and Neal Washington
tell a lot worse jokes than I tell you.

But that's between ourselves.

So what are you saying here?

You saying you're closer to him
than you are to me?

Is that what you're saying?
Is that it?

I don't know what I'm saying,
but I gotta get through it, Renko.

And a little understanding
on your part...

would certainly go
a hell of a long way right now.

Understand what?
Get through what?

You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

I'm doing what I
have to do, Renko.

If you can't support that...

and if you can't live with it,
then I don't know-

Go!

Just go.

Lover's quarrel?

- No. More like irreconcilable differences.
- [Chuckles]

It happens, my man.
I'll tell ya, Andy.

Life's kind of like a yo-yo.

The big guy upstairs
is the Duncan Royal man.

You're up, you're down.

Myself- Right now
things couldn't be better.

I'm on a hell of a case.
P.C.P. Lab.

Biggest one in the state.

What are you drinking?

To tell you the truth,J.D., I don't
much feel like socializing right now.

It is not healthy
to drink alone.

Take it from an expert.
Come on. What are you having?

- Shot and a beer.
- Yo, Ace, shot and a beer.

Twice.

J.D., are you, uh-
Are you off the wagon now?

Eh, you know what
the problem was?

Lousy self-image.
I couldn't face myself.

Booze wasn't the problem.
I was the problem.

I don't have to duck out anymore.
Things are different now.

Hey, I like myself, huh?
I'm not gonna hurt myself. No way.

I can handle it now.

Cheers, huh?

[Sighs]

Cheers.

You know, I've sprung kids like
Wilbur Harmon dozens of times.

On technicalities,
on making cops look like liars.

This one was on the streets
because Rob Praegerson...

got an armed robbery second kicked
down to a misdemeanor assault.

When he found out
it was Harmon who killed Pam...

he went out, got drunk,
then came back to the office and resigned.

Can't say I blame him either.

I'm thinking
of quitting myself.

That won't make
the problem go away.

At least I won't have to
be a part of it.

I just don't know if I can walk into
an interrogation room again...

and look into one of those kids' faces
without wondering...

who he's going to kill next time.

We teach them law is a game.
It's easy to play.

Then we go home...

watch the news, lock our doors
and windows and lie awake...

frightened to death, wondering what's
happening to the quality of our lives.

It just isn't fair.

She was so young...

so special.

Oh, God, I'm gonna
miss her so terribly.

[Mews]