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Thank you.

Sight picture.

Trigger squeeze.

Relax.

Take a breath.

Romano's shooting the eyes out of the target today.

Yeah, well, it all evens out, Stacy. Last week he hit a brick wall and it

fell off.

All right.

Some of you Phase 4 field-certified recruits are actually getting to the

place. Where you're beginning to show you know what your weapons are all

about. Accuracy is beginning to creep into your shooting.

Accuracy is in the eye and in the steady hand.

And the third and most important element is here.

Judgment.

Knowing when to shoot and when not to shoot.

Read over the law in your shooting policy manual.

Next week, a shooting simulator.

I'll be testing accuracy and judgment, and I expect first-rate scores from each

and every one of you. All right.

Throw your empties in the can, load your weapons with factory ammo, find your

field officer, and hit the streets.

Good shooting, Romano.

Thanks, Dempsey.

I'm just trying to keep up with you.

Not bad, Romano.

Well, paper targets are easy.

Army taught me accuracy, you taught me judgment.

I just hope I can put the two together when I face the real thing.

Well, if it comes, some cops make it to retirement without capping around

outside this range.

Well, that's for me.

I'm ready, man. Let's do it.

Don't get antsy. We'll wait till all the customers leave.

I've gotten some terrific buys on records and tapes at swap meets. I mean,

stuff just off the charts. The sound I dig, you know. A swap meet? Yeah.

Hmm, maybe I'll give that a go.

Bet I could pick up some decent music, too. Sure.

There's always a gray beard or two who cleans out their attic. Watch the gray

beard jazz, will you, Junior? And that music wasn't junk. I mean, Dorsey,

Goodman, Beneke.

You just don't know good music.

Watch it, Hooker.

Sorry, Hooker.

Thinking about things, you know.

Annie, will you be careful? Pretty as you are, you don't want to end up as a

hood ornament.

You know me.

I'm a lover.

I just had a lover's quarrel with the world, that's all.

They're after me again, you know.

They are? Who might they be?

A bunch of them, that's all.

They're after what I got in my cart, they are.

Well, we'll keep an eye out for them.

Anybody gives you a problem, you just holler loud and clear for us. You

understand?

You be careful now.

Bye, Eddie.

How does that happen?

What does it?

Alcohol?

Drugs? Loneliness?

Annie Grand is her name.

She turned up when I was a rookie.

Her husband died.

She moved out into the streets.

Family, friends, everybody tried to get her back. She wouldn't go. So finally

they stopped trying.

Forget how she looks and how she talks. Underneath all that grime, she's as

sharp as a tack.

Yeah, but for an old lady like that, I mean, life on the streets has got to be

a game of day-to-day survival.

I mean, where does she sleep at night?

Anywhere she can park her cart.

The park, bus stop benches, the corner of an alley on a cold and windy night.

As bad as it seems, you talk to Annie, she says she's got one priceless

commodity that makes it all worthwhile.

Her freedom.

Yeah?

You believe that?

Not for a moment, Junior. Not for a moment.

Come on, man. You got more than this. I sell nickel and dime. That's all there

is. I swear it.

Suppose you empty your pockets, huh?

The back one's two pops.

Nickel and dimes, huh?

All units in the vicinity of 211 Silent and 2301 South Court, 4 out of 30,

handle code 3. Put a roger on that.

We gotta back up Martinez and Romano. You okay?

I will be when I nail that punk.

The other one get away?

Yeah, he got away.

Get him out of here.

What's the matter with you?

What do you mean, what's the matter with me? You unnecessarily exposed yourself

to a street punk not 60 seconds after he shot Martinez.

There's a cop laying dead over there!

You can be with him!

I thought I trained you better than that. Hooker! I'm sorry, Junior, I don't

want to hear your explanations.

Save him for the shooting team.

You'll be riding in with them, answering their questions.

It could have been you killed out there just as easy as Martinez, Romano.

Yeah, well, some of the veterans around here are acting like they wish it had

been me.

Well, I heard a lot of them say you screwed up.

Screwed up?

How? You could have wasted that dirt bag, Romano. You didn't.

He's a juvenile, Benteen.

He is a cop!

Killer!

I didn't have to shoot!

It's an 18 prize.

Not a day spent in juvenile hall.

A hophead supporting his habit by preying on old people.

Now he's a cop killer.

I just talked to the shooting team.

Martinez's piece was empty.

The creep tried to kill Romano. Romano knew it.

Empty?

I counted.

He'd fired six times.

It's not a living soul to ask if you would count it with nobody to ever know

the difference. You could have blown that cop-killing punk away.

All right, hey, okay.

Look, Lily Blossom, you're never going to make it through probation.

And you better hope you never find yourself in a spot where you're going to

need the help of a real cop. Hey!

It's the wrong kind of talk around here, Benteen.

I suggest you shut your loud mouth and cool off. Because if I hear it again,

I'll put you through the wall.

I owe you, Hooker.

Not him.

You owe me nothing.

I did my job out there. Romano did his. Right now, you're on the edge of not

doing yours.

Don't you ever!

Threaten not to back a fellow officer.

Anybody else got anything to say?

You didn't tell me you knew the gun was empty.

Does it make a difference to you that it was?

You did what the book says.

Look, thanks for what you said to Benteen, but I asked you a question.

I've got to know.

Is there a difference between what we're taught and what goes down on the street?

Under the same circumstances, the same dope-headed, cop-killing, dirtbag

punk with an empty gun, would you have wasted him?

Man. Come on up.

Captain. I've just gone over the incident with the shooting team. That's

first-rate work on your part.

I'm glad somebody thinks so, sir.

I do. It's a fine example for the other recruits.

Thank you, sir.

Captain Sheridan, what's the procedure for transferring to a new training

officer? You mean, uh...

Transfer away from Hooker?

Yes, sir.

That's exactly what I mean.

I saw you talking to Mrs. Martinez at the funeral today.

I just wanted to say that I was sorry.

She looked at me and said that I had a chance to avenge your husband's death.

And didn't.

You're not an avenger, you're a cop.

Like your husband was.

And Martinez, he was the best.

He had your kind of idealism.

Don't you ever lose it.

When I saw that woman's eyes, and the eyes of her two children,

I had a hard time remembering I was right.

Well, you were, and that's what counts.

Well, Ben Teen and a lot of others don't think so.

Ben Teen will come around.

I'll bring a lot of others around to his way of thinking.

You know who his new partner is?

A phase four recruit like me, Dempsey.

You should have told me that you asked for a new training officer.

Yeah, well, uh... Might be frying pan to the fire, but, uh... All things

considered, Hooker, I think it might be better for both of us.

You got a long way to go before your probation's over.

Got a lot to learn after that.

Oh, I'm learning new things every day.

Like how people act and accuse.

and come down on other people?

Look, Hooker, I've had it with the whole thing. Why don't we just forget about

it, huh?

Because you asked me a question yesterday and charged off with your own

conclusions before I could bring up an answer. Second thoughts, huh?

Hey, Ramon, I've had 15 years of experience to sort out yesterday.

The punk killed a cop.

Another one of us.

And I don't have any answers.

And I haven't got the power to stop it.

And I can't change the system. All I can do is what one cop on the beat can do.

So, yes.

I saw a friend of mine lying dead on the street.

And for a moment, it crossed my mind down deep.

I wanted that punk blown away.

And that's the thought that bothered me.

Because what you did was right for you, for me, for every cop that... straps

into harness and pins on a badge.

Because the bottom line is the law.

Without it, the jungle out there is ten times worse than it is.

And if the people hired to enforce the law break it,

then there'll never be hope for any of us.

You ask where I was coming from and what I would have done out there?

That's it.

how can i go wrong learning from a cop like you that's what i was thinking when

i decided on your transfer partner i'm not approving it

Mr. Bernstein.

You better keep your big mouth.

You open up your yap to the police pops and we'll be back.

That's a promise.

Let's get out of here.

It's a shame that they did this to that poor man.

It's more than a shame, Annie.

You know, his neighbor said that he played one time with Glenn Miller.

Now, he must be a special man to have been able to do that.

Tell that to my partner here.

He doesn't know what good music is. Well, you better stick close to him

because he knows his music. Stick good and close to him.

He knows a lot more about life.

Besides, you hear? Thank you, ma'am.

I appreciate the advice.

We'll see you, Annie.

I'll wrap you up.

Mr. Bernstein, this is Terry.

I'm very sorry that this happened.

There's not much to do about it, though, is there?

Don't, Mr. Bernstein.

Don't be intimidated.

We know that Terry Minetti's behind this, and his trial is this afternoon.

We'll make a report on this.

You can ride with us to the courtroom and testify so you can be punished.

Punished?

Hooker, I see the ones from this very neighborhood, they do terrible, awful

things, and they're back on the street in days.

Not always, Mr. Bernstein.

And this time, with your testimony, maybe we can take one off the streets.

I'm alone, Hooker.

Alone for the past six and a half years, and I only got a little left in my life.

Somebody else has to fight. I'm tired.

Very tired.

Mr. Bernstein, you identified Terry Manetti in a lineup. They need you at

that trial.

So I made a mistake.

If the judge wants to lock me up for not obeying his subpoena, you tell him where

I live, Hooker.

You tell him to come see what they did to my place before he locks me up

Excuse

me, please.

I have work to do

It's

called the war on crime

But lonely old men shouldn't be the losers.

Now, just tell me what happened in your own words.

Okay, ma'am.

Well,

first I heard the noise in the liquor store, and then these guys come running

out, and then the police came. Is that when you ran from the front of this

liquor store?

Yes, yes, ma'am. I was really scared, you know, because I knew the police had

an in for me, and...

Well, then this big policeman, that big policeman, he grabbed me in the alley

and I thought he was crazy.

Why do you say that?

Well, he pulled out his billy club and he started hitting me and screaming and

I got really scared. I didn't know what to do. I mean, he was hitting me and,

well,

so I grabbed at him, you know, and everything got all confused. I mean, I

didn't know I had his gun and it just went off. I mean, he was just grabbing

for the gun and it went off.

One was reduced to negligent manslaughter.

What about the four shots he actually did fire at me?

Oh, they went the way of the two that killed Martinez.

He didn't really fire them at you.

He was afraid because a cop had been shot.

So he tried to scare you.

Believe it, the court did.

So what did he get behind all of his defenses?

Juvenile probation for a year.

It was the best the judge could come up with.

I don't understand.

Something's wrong, Hooker.

I did my job.

He killed a man.

I brought him to trial.

He's guilty, and he's strutting out of here like a peacock, putting dirt on

everything that's good and decent.

Where's the incentive to do it right the next time if this lousy system doesn't

work? Well, the incentive is knowing how much worse it would be if we didn't do

it right.

You don't like what happened in there. I don't like it. The people don't like it.

It's up to the people to change it.

Just aren't enough cops to watch them all.

Especially in Manetti.

Right, so we gotta be resourceful. Use what there is to be used.

You got the word out on him? The word's been out on him.

I love it. Music to my ears.

Music?

What's music to your ears?

How about Pat Benatar?

We could agree there.

Who's he?

He is a she.

A singer.

Of your kind of music. But cute.

Cute? Yeah, we could agree on cute girls, couldn't we? We're a myth. For

example, Peggy Lee.

Peggy who?

600 and change apiece from that fence.

Whoa. Not too bad for a couple minutes' work, huh?

Sure beats when my old man gets humping mail six days a week.

Check that license on the hot sheet.

Oh, man, it's Hooker.

Oh, why'd I have to drive by him now?

Just relax.

We haven't got any stolen goods on us. I can't do nothing. Are you crazy?

I stole this car this morning.

What? We'll hit it.

Ain't that a shame?

Never would have happened you weren't harassing us.

Man's behind your back.

And Deke, what'll happen to him?

His poor family.

His family is financially responsible for the property loss.

The family doesn't have any money.

So the victim will suffer the loss.

Unfortunately.

But the car was stolen.

Won't he be... Mom, look, nothing's gonna happen to Deke, all right?

It was his first defense and it was joyriding.

And a probation officer will let him off. That's the way it always works.

What can they do to me?

Why don't you ask the sergeant?

Your son was a passenger.

We don't have any evidence to hold him.

We're releasing him in your custody, Mrs. Manette.

It's going to be your responsibility.

Happy now?

Let's go.

That's Terrence Manetti, the one who... Yeah, that's him. I don't understand

what's happening around here.

Everyone says Officer Benteen would have shot him.

Him and a lot of others, I guess.

Vince, are we going to change?

I mean, after being in the field a few years.

I don't know.

I hope not.

Well, field certified or not.

I wonder if I'll ever be ready for a shoot, don't shoot situation.

In Nam, I did a lot of shooting.

I always had invisible enemies.

Never eye to eye.

Man to man.

I know one thing, Stacy.

Ready for it or not, I don't want another one.

You guys get the other one. All right.

Dempsey, your score has dropped since the last time. You're way below average

on judgment and accuracy.

You shot an innocent bystander. You wounded a fellow officer.

You let an armed felon get off two shots before you returned fire, and then you

hit him in the foot.

Dempsey, I suggest more work on the firing range.

As for judgment, that will come.

In time.

You did better.

You can go now.

Yes, sir.

Benteen.

Dempsey's judgment has taken a nosedive.

No, you can't tell Jack from these computers.

These you can.

Dempsey has developed an attitude problem, Benteen.

You're it.

Now look, Hooker. No, you look and listen for a change.

You've got your ideas about this job and how it should be done. That's your

right.

But you damn well better stop bringing them to work with you. And you damn well

better remember who you're talking to.

I'm not one of your rookies, Hooker.

That's right, you're not.

If you think for one particle of a second that I'm going to let you turn

decent material like Dempsey into some kind of swaggering cowboy cop who makes

his own rules, you're traveling down the wrong road, friend, because I'm not.

I'm giving it to him like it is.

No, you're not.

You're putting it down the way you want it.

And that's not the way it goes.

And you damn well better stop.

Send in Romano

Romano

You know

There's

a difference between being alert and being tense

I'm glad it's simulated.

Put it on the corner burner.

On the lot.

That place was a gold mine.

We hit the fences place and then I'm going to see my man about a sleigh ride.

You've been doing a lot of snow lately.

Yeah, well, we keep on like we are. I'm going to be able to buy that pure stuff.

Tails.

Thanks again, Pidge.

There you go.

Did you ever notice how much better food tastes when you don't pay for it

yourself? Nah, I guess you wouldn't.

Keep it up, Romano.

Next go around on the shooting simulator.

It won't be a repeat of the best scores in the class. I'm going to program the

computer so you flunk it.

Hey, Annie.

Afternoon, Annie. I picked you and I programmed the music.

What's happening, Annie?

Say, you know, those burglaries and the stolen goods you were asking me about

the other day.

I'm here to tell you straight.

Right now, that vicious young man, Eddie, is spending his crooked money on

snow.

Sound interesting?

Very. I'm all ears, sweetheart.

That recording studio on Baxter, the one where no good music is ever heard,

that's the place you want.

I can't push my cart by there anymore without having to put in my earplugs.

Thanks, Annie. I'm very grateful.

Favor, Hooker? For you, sweetheart, anything.

The man in the liquor store.

His trombone is an important, wonderful instrument.

My handyman friend Claudio at the Salvation Army is fixing it so it can be

heard again.

He'll have it ready tomorrow.

Meet me in the park at noon so you can take it back to him.

That's nice of you, Annie. Really nice. You can count on my being there.

That's new!

Makes the world a better place.

Not so lonely.

This man has saved my bacon more than once.

Stay close to him, youngster. Stay close to him.

Don't worry about it, Annie. I won't let him out of my sight.

Not too close.

You know I'm learning something every day, Hooker.

You never told me Annie was one of your snitches. No, she's not a snitch,

Romano. She's another concerned citizen.

My own private neighborhood watchman, I'd say. Uh-huh.

What do you say we go shake and bake, Terry Manetti?

You're on, partner.

The scum in here are as deadly as their music, Junior.

So watch yourself.

Well, I never said I like punk rock music.

I guess it all sounds the same to my untrained ear.

We're always going to be around.

Because I got nothing but time.

Time. That's all I need. Time.

Time is going to see you in jail, punk.

You know, I laid awake last night thinking about Terry Minetti.

Before I pinned this badge on, I would have punked that little punk out for

giving us the kind of grime he was handing out yesterday.

Welcome to police work, Junior.

He's got to fall, Hooker.

Sometime he's got to fall or there isn't any justice.

This punk is going to see from the killer and he'll fall. And when he does,

it'll be hard.

My equipment, my radio.

You're beginning to take over, eh, Ramona?

I didn't think you'd mind.

My rag, okay.

My music, not okay.

Hooker, I don't understand you.

Let loose.

Get into it a little. You'd love it. To make any sense, music has to have

intelligible sounds. That has no intelligible sound.

Swahili's intelligible to those who understand it.

There's no sense to your music. It's got life. A beat.

It's something you feel, Hooker.

Something's going to make you deaf by the time you're 23.

Let's hit it. We're on watch in ten minutes.

What'd you say?

I'm expecting a better grade from you next week, Dempsey.

Well, I've been working on it, Sarge.

I've been at the range every day. Four out of six. See the woman. Possible 459.

Activity 210.

Brighton Drive.

Four out of six, Roger.

They broke it into 119. I saw the markings on the door handle.

It's on that side of the building.

Take the bag. I'll go this way.

It's split. It's a green Buick. I got the license.

Let's roll.

All units in the vicinity, a 459 just occurred.

Suspect's driving a 1974 Buick. Green, inked in the alley, paralleling 200

block of Bright's Drive.

Four out of...

I'll try and head them off.

Thank you.

Where is he?

Hands on your head. Where is he?

Where's Bernetti?

On your side.

Hands back.

It doesn't matter.

It was necessary.

He'll make it, Hooker.

You okay?

Yeah.

What about me? I'm bleeding.

Romano, did you know that when a juvie turns 18, his entire criminal record is

wiped out? No matter what his past, it's a clean slate.

Right, that's the law. And according to this young fella's folder, he turned 18

the day before yesterday.

We're about to make a mark on that clean slate, Romano.

Happy birthday, punk.

My ears are killing me, Romano.

And I'm getting tired of waiting.

What does Hooker want me here for anyway? And why did I have to shave?

Once a week is enough.

It'll just be a few more minutes, Mr. Bernstein. Hang on.

Mr.

Bernstein.

Hello, Romano.

Romano. I think he's objecting to the music.

That young lady isn't music.

I guess we're outnumbered.

Oh, that's better.

Pop Ernst, I'd like you to meet Annie Grand, an old and dear friend of mine.

She went to the same finishing school as my mother, as a matter of fact.

It's a great pleasure, Miss Grand.

Actually, my name is Arnold.

Charmed, Arnold.

It's a great pleasure.

To meet a musician good enough to have played with the great Glenn Miller.

Arnold, this is yours.

From Sergeant Hooker. And me.

It's a long story that Annie will fill you in on later, Pop. I mean, Arnold.

Arnold, my friend Claudio does good work, but he couldn't test it out.

I'd sure love to hear some of that good music again.

Want to dance?

Oh, Annie.

I have a feeling that horn has a lot of beautiful music left in it. The two of

you can share.

Thank you.