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NARRATOR: In the last episode
of Hill Street Blues...

The president of the United
States wants to visit the Hill.

You didn't call.

Five weeks in a hospital bed,
you didn't call.

Belker came by every day,
even met a nurse.

I figured if you wanted to talk,
you would've called me.

I'm your police decorator, Frank.

-Frank, this isn't my idea of progress.
-Progress?

Relationships don't mature
on a diet of 20-minute lunches.

If you have your little heart
set on waging war,

you've got it, baby.

He says the president
can't cross Gypsy Boy turf

without a passport.

-(chattering)
-ESTERHAUS: Item eleven...

Item 11...

regards security
for the president's visit.

Now, we're shorthanded as it is,
so until further notice,

all days off and vacations
are hereby canceled.

(murmuring, chattering)

ESTERHAUS: Before I get to the last item,

I'd like to interject
a personal observation.

It seems that we've reached
a new low, graffiti-wise,

in both the men's and women's lavatories.

(chattering)

ESTERHAUS: Now, as an organization
of mature men and women,

I suggest that we clean up our act,

our vocabulary
and, at the very least, our spelling.

(laughing)

To the anonymous bathroom poet,
"breast" is generally spelled...

B-R-E-A--

-(laughing)
-S-T.

(laughing continues)

All right, last item.

Belker's collar the other day
turned out not to be the rapists.

-WOMAN: Oh, no.
-In spite of increased patrols

in the area,
we had three more daylight attacks

-over the last day and a half.
-WOMAN: What?

Let's add Waverly and Clark,
Hill and Renko to the park.

-I want this animal yesterday.
-MAN: Good luck.

-ESTERHAUS: Let's roll.
-WOMAN: Boy.

-MAN: Let's go.
-Let's be careful out there.

-MAN: Let's go.
-(chattering)

-MAN: Yeah.
-MAN 2: I got menthols. Let's hit it.

(chattering continues)

-(phone ringing)
-(cops speaking on radio)

Hey, Sergeant. Sergeant.

I know. I know. You want
to know about a new partner,

and you want to know
about your transfer to plainclothes.

-Catch me later, huh?
-(clearing throat) Sergeant,

you gotta deal with this.

It's not going away.
And it's not what you think.

I give you my word:
I talk to the captain today.

In the meantime,
I expect you both to go right on

serving your fellow man.

(sighs)

Okay, cowboy, you heard the man.

Stop that cowboy stuff.
I was born in New Jersey.

I never been west of Chicago in my life.

WOMAN (on radio):
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

-Armed robbery in progress.
-(sirens whooping)

See Surplus Store,
corner of People's Drive and 124th Street.

(theme music playing)

(water running)

(banging)

It's been a while, Frank. (clears throat)

Comment ça va?

Hello, Howard.

I thought I smelled
that tobacco blend of yours.

What is that stuff?

It's called Dutchman's Gold.

My tobacconist imports it from Indonesia.

Great aroma, Howard.

You might start thinking
about Indonesia, Frank.

Some little dugout up in the bamboo.

If I were you, I'd consider it.

(sighs) Why is that, Howard?

Oh, Judas Priest.
Frank, you've got the Commander in Chief

on the front burner,
and you're standing around here

with your pants down
around your support hose.

-Oh. So, the word's out, is it?
-The word?

Hell, I know it. You know it.

Every geek with a wild hair knows it.

(Sighs)

Doggone, I don't support
the man's gutless politics,

but he is the chief executive.

Security plans are
already in the works, Howard.

I'm sure you'll be notified in due course.

Ah.

You're blowing brown smoke at me, Frank.

What is the operational tableau?

It's still tentative, Howard,

but they'll most likely land the chopper
in the south end of St. James Park.

From there, they'll proceed on foot
into the avenues.

(chuckling)

You know, it's a wonder they can
buckle their chin straps,

much less run a government.

Frank, a Steyr S.S.G.
hits from a thousand yards,

-and they're common as dirt.
-I'm aware of that, Howard.

Frank, look around here.

You got your tenements,
both occupied and empty.

You got your commercials.

(both) Both occupied and empty.

-Yes, I know.
-All well within that range.

Judas Priest! You're inviting any misfit
with a sniper's mentality

to take a whack at the chief executive.

-Howard, could you just--
-Half the people in this precinct

aren't even American citizens.

They're illegal,
foreign perverts and malcontents.

They don't even use our language.

Howard, could you sum this up for me?
I'm running late.

Give the order, Frank,
and I'll have the entire precinct

evacuated in 18 hours.

You won't find a cockroach
between here and the reservoir.

Howard, the whole idea
is for the president to meet the public,

review conditions up here himself,

demonstrate his concern
for the disadvantaged.

He can't do that, Howard,
if you evacuate the population.

Folly, Frank. Pure and senseless folly.

No, Howard, politics.

Who knows?
Maybe some good will come of it.

I do appreciate your input.

(door opens, closes)

-(phone ringing)
-MAN: Hill Street. Sergeant Becker.

Hill Street. Sergeant Becker.

Hey, we got a blaze going on
in the bathroom!

(chattering)

My sister and her husband
live in a brownstone

he paid 200,000 bucks for.

You oughta see it.
He's got his taste in his kidneys, man.

But when I ask him to lend me
a lousy five grand at 12%,

the nerd looks me
right in the eye and says,

"Heh-heh-heh. John, you're family.

But what can I do? I'm cash poor."

Yeah, man. I can identify with that.

The difference is,
my brother-in-law's got a half a million

in rolling stock sitting in
the middle of his parking lot...

that, and a seven-digit
credit line at the bank.

All I know, man, is that
you gotta cut it loose,

or you'll never get peaceful like me.

-Take my cousin Spencer--
-Damn it, man, look at us.

You're an ex-jock with one good knee.

I'm a 34-year-old hot dog
living in a two-room efficiency.

I got a closet full of clothes,
my car's financed up the wazoo,

and I got a .38 strapped to my ankle.

-Where's it at?
-Gee, man.

You know, I was in a good mood
just two minutes ago?

-LaRue: There he goes.
-Yeah.

(upbeat instrumental music playing)

MAN: You're on time for once.
I'm impressed.

-(door closes)
-Man 2: Yeah.

Come on, let's get it done, huh?

-Seen enough?
-Yeah, let's do it.

-Freeze! Police!
-Get up against that car!

Hold it right there!

WASHINGTON: Get back. Yeah, go ahead.
Go ahead. I got it.

Okay. Turn around.
Turn around, chump! Spread them.

-Easy.
-Easy, nothing.

Freeze!

Hey, come on. Come on!

All right, take it easy. Take it easy.

-I'm undercover.
-Sure you are. All of us are.

Check my back pocket.

It's a regular undercover convention
down here.

Macafee. Detective Sergeant.

That's right.

Out of Division. Congratulations, pal.

You just screwed up an entire operation.

No way, man.

You save that one for the folks downtown.

Put the bracelets on.

-You wanna screw up some more?
-Put the bracelets on, Sergeant.

Okay. You're an intelligent man.

Ah.

Here. Open it.

Go on. You earned it.

Fifty grand. Half is yours.

If you're as intelligent
as I think you are.

I think it's time
you learned the facts of life.

There isn't a cop at Division
above the rank of sergeant

who isn't into some very serious money.

Okay, chief, in we go.

Yeah.

(sighs)

I lost the sucker.
I got a good look at him though.

-You read him his rights?
-Him?

He read me his rights. (chuckles)

-(engine starting)
-Hey, hey, man. It's cool, babe.

We'll nail him next time out, okay?

Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

WASHINGTON: Okay, okay, let's move it.

(indistinct)

Okay. Okay. Take a seat, chief.

I want a phone call.
I want my lawyer down here.

-First we book, then you call. Sit down.
-My stomach's gone weird on me.

I don't know...
I got some antacids downstairs. You mind?

Uh-uh.

-Do I look a little peaked to you?
-Always.

-I'll be right back.
-Mm-hmm.

-Hey, Farrelly, how's it going? All right.
-Fine. How you doing?

(exhales)

From what I know
of the president's itinerary,

I don't think he's gonna
have time to visit buildings

on Blood turf and Shamrock turf.

Captain, Captain.

Yeah, I kinda figured that you
were gonna say something like that,

so let me just come
right to the point, okay?

No tour, no treaty.

You know, I got a deal with
the Catholic Urban Coalition.

I don't have to be here.

-You know what I mean?
-Who needs this?

We didn't want to parley with you honkies
in the first place, you know?

Gentlemen, please.
If we're all willing to bend a little--

You said we were here
to negotiate a treaty.

But all this white meat's trying to do
is suck canal water, man.

The president is on a very tight schedule.

Visiting two ghetto dwellings
would be a-a--a duplication of effort.

Man's got a point, boys.

You've seen one rat,
you've seen them all.

Okay, look! Look!

I cannot believe that there aren't...

mutualities of interest
to be explored here.

Uh, mutual--I'm sorry.

Mutualities of interest,

as, for instance,
in the Jefferson Avenue basketball court.

-What about the court?
-Boundaries, dummy. Boundaries!

The line between
the Blood and the Shamrock

runs through midcourt.

Yes, that's true. He's got a point.

Uh, gentlemen, what I think
Mr. Abdul-Hassim

is trying to explain...

is that the boundary in question
prohibits full-court play, yes?

Look, it's very simple.
You see, you give us full court,

and we'll let the president
cross our turf to get to yours.

See, but there's a problem
with full court.

See, when you start bringing in,
like, that fried chicken.

-Look, man, I've had enough of you!
-The radios.

Look, I'm telling you, monkey...

We get full court,
or you don't get no president, you dig?

I think I dig.

I'll tell you what.

We're gonna give you
Mondays and Fridays for a month.

A month! You gonna give us a month.

Mickey, you know what?

I think we just gonna have to
take that court off your hands.

-You understand?
-How about--How about...

one month,

with an option for a second month?

Okay. Okay, we'll go for the option.

I'm gonna go for the option
because I got things to do today.

I'll tell you what,

one white death... one...
(whispering) it's over for you.

Can you live with that?

It'll do.

-All right.
-Yeah.

Tell your mama to meet me at 10:00, boy.

BELKER: Come on, move!

Belker.

What, are you waiting
for an engraved invitation?

You know where it is. Move!

(phone ringing)

WOMAN: Hill Street Station...

You wanna sit down there,
or would you prefer internal injuries?

Name.

(dog growling, barking)

(growling)

-(growling continues)
-(whimpers)

-Name.
-Carstairs, Roland P.

(chuckles)

Do you spell that
with a "C" or a "K," Roland?

No, man, I spell it with a "Q."

(chuckles)

(phone ringing)

Hill Street, Detective Belker.

Hi, Ma.

I'm, uh, booking a pickpocket.

I'm listening.

Ma, you're not having a heart attack,

so why don't you just
give it to me straight?

He's standing at the window
with binoculars.

Why is that such a bad thing?

So what if he's a Peeping Tom?

So let him. The man is 83.

All he's got left is his peep.

Ma. Ma. Ma!

I am not arresting
my own father, and that's that.

-(laughing)
-End of conversation.

Hold on for a second.

(growling)

That's better.

What?

Debbie Kaplan?

Is that Ceil Kaplan's daughter, Ma?

What did you do?

No. I don't wanna meet her!

I don't have time for dates.

Okay, I'll call her. What's her number?

Just give me her number.
Six, five, eight--

Okay. Okay. I'll call her.

I promise. Good-bye.

(growling)

MAN: Hill Street, Donovan.

(typewriter clicking)

Hey, come on. Toodle-oo.
Come on, toots, come on.

Hey, you must be seriously
off your feed, lover.

What?

-You didn't even notice the trade.
-Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's nice.

Stomach still bothering you?

Well, Dicostanzo's in the cage, and--

Hey, you sure you're okay, babe?

Hey, I said, yeah.

You know, you're making
a serious mistake, man.

That jive about your brother-in-law.

You can't let it get to you.

-(sighs) Yeah, I guess.
-You gotta forget it, man.

You'll live longer.

Soon as Dicostanzo's lawyer gets here,

we'll commence us
some heavy-duty interrogating.

And that oughta cheer you up.

Thanks.

CALLETANO: We're gonna need
the place for three days.

The network guys will get the red passes.

The newspapers
and radio people should have blue.

We'll give yellow to the magazines.

Why don't we just go
with our standard press permits?

I think you're underestimating
the size of the press corps

in a situation like this, Captain.

Our people need to identify
exactly who's who,

so we can control presidential access.

Presidential access.

-Hey, Frank, they want a boxing ring.
-Who?

The youth club,
in return for giving the Secret Service

their facilities for three days.

-What's a boxing ring cost?
-I don't know.

-You gonna give it to them?
-Phil, please.

Well, I'm sorry, Francis.

I can't help being dismayed
at this constant

"give me, give me, give me" attitude.
It's extortionary.

Excuse me.

What's doing?

-Do you wanna see me, J.D.?
-Uh, yeah.

Uh, we nailed that dealer,
Sonny DiCostanzo.

Way to go. Good collar.

-Thanks.
-No problem with it, is there?

No, no. Just wanted you to know.

Okay.

-Thanks.
-Right.

Ah-ah.

We're supposed to be on park detail.
Just call it in, and let's get outta here.

Uh-uh. Looks like
there might be some trouble.

-I'm gonna hit it.
-(siren blaring)

(chattering)

Okay, all right.
Break it up. Break it up. Back off.

Back off. All right.

Look at my car!
This fool piled right into me!

-I'm backing out of my garage--
-Okay. Okay.

(chattering, arguing)

I'll put my fist upside
this stooge-ass, man.

Hold on! Hold on!
Both of you. Hey, hold on!

Hey, hold on! Both of you.

(horn honking)

Would you get over here?

You both stay calm and cool,
or I'm gonna run you both in.

-You got that?
-Yeah.

-You understand?
-I didn't start nothing.

Do you think you could fill out
the accident report

while I run in their licenses?

Accident report.

You just do it.

Accident report. You gotta
fill an accident report out in triplicate.

-MAN: Damn.
-HILL: Okay, gentlemen.

Let me have your licenses.

MAN 2: This is nowhere, man.

-You know this cat's got no insurance.
-MAN 3: Insurance?

Look at the heap he's driving.
Insurance costs more

-than the car is worth.
-I don't need no insurance, Jim.

I ain't never had
an accident before in my life!

Except for that one time
I clipped this dude's old lady

crossing against the light,
but that wasn't my fault.

All right. Who wants to start?

-I'm coming out my garage--
-I was driving down the street.

-This man's coming down the street--
-Going about 35 miles an hour.

-(dispatcher, indistinct)
-(chattering, arguing)

(shouting, indistinct)

-Would you shut up?
-WOMAN: Did he say "shut up"?

Now, how am I supposed
to fill out this report

if you two are gonna stand there
yapping at me like this?

-You just back off, Jim.
-Hey, whitey.

Who you calling "Jim," Jim?

-MAN 1: Uh-huh.
-MAN 2: Start walking.

(chattering)

You want an accident report,
you fill it out.

-What the hell's the matter with you, man?
-I'll tell you something,

they don't pay me enough
to deal with animals like this!

The first thing they see is a white face,
and all they wanna do is do them in!

You listen to me, Renko.

It was a white finger
that pulled the trigger, not a black one!

It was a white one!
I ain't gonna never forget that.

And you better not either.

(groaning, clearing throat)

(clearing throat)

-Hello, is, uh, Debbie there?
-WOMAN: Speaking.

-Well, hi, this is Mick Belker.
-Mick "Belcher"?

-Mick Belker, Rose Belker's son.
-Oh.

Didn't your mother
warn you I'd be calling?

No.

(chuckling) Mothers.

Well, I think your mom told my mom

that you were expecting me
to call you for a date, so--

No, I know you don't need a date.

You probably got dates up the wazoo.

Uh, I didn't mean it the way it sounded.

That's just a police expression.

Could you hold on
for just a minute, please?

Hi. Uh, Debbie,
I know you're probably busy.

-No.
-I'm just calling to get it over with.

-You're not busy.
-No. I'd like to meet you.

-Well, why do you want to do that?
-Well, I don't know.

-This week?
-Yeah. I'll pick you up.

Pick me up?

-Well, I got my own car.
-(Debbie, indistinct)

-No.
-I can take a cab.

Uh, the neighborhood's a little hairy.

A cab might not wanna come up here. Right.

-I'm, uh, looking forward to it too.
-Yeah.

Bye.

Yes, we're coordinating security
for the president's walking tour.

No, I'm not taking a cheap shot, Dave,

but this precinct is operating
at less than full strength,

we've got two fresh homicides,
and, boy, is this rotten.

No. Sorry. Not you, Dave.

A letter I just received. Look, uh--

All I'm saying
is that with 11 men out with the flu,

on top of everything else,
I got a real "blivit" on my hands.

I... uh-huh.

Yeah, yeah. We'll do the best we can.
Thanks, Commander.

No dice. The only extra body
they're sending us

is the police decorator... again!

I don't understand
why Phil doesn't like her.

She's a stunning woman.

Fay Furillo, please.

Ray, would you excuse me? Just a second.

Sure.

-Are you all right, Frank?
-Yeah, yeah.

I just have to make a personal call.

-FAY: Hello?
-Fay, this is really the lowest.

What do you think,
I got a Swiss bank account

with a million bucks
squirreled away or some--

I just talked to my lawyer.

Yeah? Well, let me tell you
something, Fay--

-(line disconnects, dial tone)
-(sighs)

(slams receiver)

The letter...
Can they really do what he says?

Garnish your wages, no.

There are laws that protect you
from that sort of thing.

Then what the hell is she trying to do?

I think she's trying to bully you
into paying more child support.

I'm broke. I don't have any more.

Even if I did,
that kind of thing is blackmail, isn't it?

There are two kinds of divorces, Frank.

In one kind, the couple breaks up,

splits the property,
works out the custody of the kids

and goes their separate ways.

In the other kind,
the two people break up,

split the property,
work out the custody of the kids...

and then continue to scratch
at all the problems

that itched them in their marriage.

The only difference is
they do it long distance

between the lawyers.

What kind of divorce do you have?

What should I do?

Well, you can respond
with a lawyer's letter of your own,

but that will necessitate
a response from her lawyer,

et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum.

And the only people
who will get your money

will be the letter writers.

Or the two of you
can sit down like two adults

and review the situation.

I'm extended to the limit as it is.

Have you gotten a raise
in those two years?

-Just cost of living.
-Has Fay?

All right, I surrender.

I'll talk to her.

(sighs) Don't do it for me, Frank.
Do it for your son...

and yourself.

You'd have made a hell
of a marriage counselor, Counselor.

Remember this bracelet?

Hmm.

We got it in that little antique shop.

Mm-hmm. The first weekend
we ever spent together.

Oh.

(romantic piano music
playing in the background)

Gold. It suits you, Davenport.

I love you.

And I love that bracelet.

But it's not doing either of us
any good sitting on my wrist.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I'd hock my watch
before I'd let you do that.

Can I offer you a loan?

Understand something, Joyce.

If my son needed an operation
or something like that,

I'd jump on your offer in a second.

But you're right,
this is between Fay and me.

And I don't want you in the middle.

Can I see you tonight?

Can you promise you won't run out on me
when that buzzer goes off?

(sighs)

I don't wanna promise something
I might not be able to deliver.

Fair enough.

Let me think about it and call you later?

I love you, moneybags.

What's not to love?

Dispatch, I got an assault complaint.

943 Beekman Avenue,

apartment three, third floor.

How about, uh, Hingle and Perez?

No, forget that.

Pull Hill and Renko off the park.

(chattering)

Corner room to the left, Officers.
He's beating her something awful!

-(blows landing)
-(woman screaming)

All right in there.
Open up the door. Police.

He's crazy, man. He's got a gun!

I said open up the door,
or I'm gonna kick it in!

-Renko, the woman said he's got a gun.
-(screaming continues)

Let's just call for some backups.

-You scared?
-WOMAN (screaming): No! No!

Kick it.

Get outta here!

-(screaming continues)
-Come on, man, kick it!

(screaming) No! No!

(screaming in Spanish)

(instrumental action music playing)

Call in a couple backups and the medics.
I'm going after him.

(door opening)

(door closing)

(grunts)

(creaks)

Sorry. Don't shoot me, man.

Bobby?

(speaking Spanish)

What you doing? You turn on the lights?

-I thought you were gonna kill him, man.
-So he could dust me!

He could've killed me, man!

He could've killed me!
He could've killed me!

He could've killed me!

(grunting)

(panting, whimpering)

-(shouts)
-(nightstick clattering)

(groaning)

Frank, I have
a half a dozen calls here from Parker.

You'd think we had nothing better to do
than hold that guy's hand.

-Plus, your ex-wife called.
-Her I want.

And you got a fire to put out over there.

Yeah, I, uh, thought
we might get together tonight, talk.

Tonight.

Look, I get outta here about 7:00.

Let's say we meet someplace in the open.

Sally's Clam House?
Yeah, I know the place.

Eight o'clock is cool.

I got half a dozen report cards here
from civilians who seem to think

you're a couple of outpatients
from County Psychiatric.

What the hell's wrong with you?

It's not working out, Captain.
You know how it goes sometimes.

No, I don't, Renko. Educate me.

I want to go into plainclothes.

Esterhaus promised me
he'd talk to you about it.

All right.
Let's run the request up to Division.

You know you'll
have to leave the precinct.

What about you? What's your problem?

Him.

Fine. Then it's solved. You're divorced.

-Just like that?
-You got it, Hill. Just like that.

I've seen this before.
Don't think you're the only ones.

You walked in the wrong doorway
and got smacked.

You both oughta be dead.

Not because you screwed up,
and not because you're bad cops.

You're not. As a matter of fact,
you're exceptionally good.

But it happens.

And if you survive,
it's never like it was.

It's always with you. The "what ifs."

"Which one of us failed?"

And the shame, embarrassment,

the anger.

And most of all,
the fear of going back out there.

Well, it doesn't faze me, Captain.

That's bull. You were scared
outta your socks.

Turning on that light switch.

Who's telling who who's scared?

Sure, I was. But I can admit it, Renko.

-I've got no problem with that.
-Then admit it.

You're swimming in it!

All right.
So I'm nervous out there. Big deal.

You just make me plainclothes,
and I'll get over that real fast!

I told you I'd process the request, Renko,
and I will. Clear?

Yes, sir.

Meantime, I want you
to get your acts together individually,

or neither one of you
has much of a future.

How you do that is your business.

But I won't tolerate
incompetence on the job,

not for any reason.

Until I hear otherwise,

Phil will be finding you
separate duty assignments.

(door closing)

(dramatic music playing)

(crying)

Oh, man, don't start that.

(sobbing)

(crying) Would you stop it, man?

Don't tell me what to do.

(sniffs)

You wouldn't last
more than ten minutes out there

without me anyway.

Oh, yeah?

I haven't been doing too good
with you anyway.

(chuckling, laughing)

Ah. Oh, Jesus.

We need each other, Bobby.

I'm afraid we do, cowboy.

Look, uh,

why don't we just go get something to eat

-and, uh, go back to work?
-Right.

(sniffs) Yeah.

Oh, God.

(ice clattering)

I've been thinking
about this thing nonstop.

It's really messed up my head.

Now, look...

whatever you and your people are into,
that's your business.

I don't want no part of it.

I'm gonna give you the money back.

(sighs)

Detective LaRue.

We're from Internal Affairs.
You're under arrest.

Nothing turns my stomach
like a crooked cop.

Yeah.

All right!

This the way you wanna
play it, huh, Macafee?

Okay.

Okay.

-Feel better?
-(moans)

I've always enjoyed a good soak.

You know what you need, Furillo?

-Hmm?
-A facial. How about it?

Absolutely.

I've needed one of those for years.
(chuckling)

(chuckling)

And then a prolonged body massage...

with apricot lotion.

I've always been
particularly fond of apricots, Counselor.

Hmm.

(beeping)

(sighs)

(beeping stops)

Phil, Frank.

Francis, I really feel terrible
disturbing you like this.

(blowing bubbles)

I feel terrible disturbing
you like this, Francis.

-What's the problem, Phil?
-It's Fay.

-What about Fay?
-She's been arrested.

What?

I had a call from a Detective Walsh
at the Polk Avenue Precinct.

She's raising hell down there,

and I thought you might just want
to address the situation.

Oh, wonderfulness.

-A murder?
-It might just come to that.

Well, then let's hope for the best...
maybe manslaughter.

Any chance of keeping that tub full?

Before we got our respective divorces,

I used to tell myself

that the sight of you
pulling on your socks

and rushing off into the night
didn't bother me.

(sighs) I told myself that I understood.

I thought that when the dust settled,

there'd be more time for us
to, uh, explore each other,

and maybe find out or figure out
if we were capable of something more

than just an extramarital game
of bump and tickle.

Maybe I can come back.

(scoffs) Don't promise what you
can't deliver, Frank.

Is this it?

Is this the best we can hope for?

It's a two-way street, kiddo.

When was the last time you had more
than a couple of hours to spare?

(romantic piano music playing)

Detective Walsh, shield number 1974,

indelibly burned into my brain.

Your behind is gonna be in a sling,
mister, when my husband gets here.

He's here, ma'am. You can go now.

(sighs) Well, it's about time.

(door creaks, closes)

-Where the hell have you been?
-I just got the call from Phil Esterhaus.

I don't have to ask where you've been.

I was enjoying the air
in a friend's hot tub,

thank you very much,

when this S.S. man,
in a totally unwarranted raid,

invaded our privacy!

I think at the very least
what we're looking at here

-is false arrest, police brutality.
-Fay, please, let's just go.

We were investigating
a neighbor's complaint, sir.

Frank, have you ever been
subjected to a cavity search?

A quantity of marijuana
was seized on the scene, sir.

-Well, it wasn't mine! I don't use drugs!
-Fay, let's go.

-(sighs)
-Captain, I'm sorry.

We didn't know who she was.

Well, why don't you
ask next time, you bozo!

Fay, shut up!

Thank you, Walsh.

Don't worry, you were just doing your job.

Never. Never in my whole life
have I ever been treated like that!

I am gonna sue
this department's cheeks off!

How dare they!

Who do they think I am,
just some sort of a common...

(crying) I was so scared.

I know. I know. It's okay.

What were you doing there anyway?

I told you.

You were all in there... naked?

No, I was wearing a wet suit.

Of course, we were naked.

Who were they?

Friends of Harvey's.

Where was... What's his name... Harvey?

At a psychiatric convention in California.

He's very conservative
about things like this, Frank.

-When he finds out...
-He doesn't have to find out.

-I was booked.
-You can be unbooked.

I can?

-First, we have to talk.
-About what?

-The letter from the lawyer.
-That's blackmail.

No one's trying to blackmail anyone.

I just want to talk.

You and me.

Fay, we're adults.

We once loved each other very much.

We still share a love for our son.

There's no reason we should
beat each other up with threats.

For once since the divorce,
I just want to sit down and talk,

work out something we can both live with.

What do you say?

Okay.

I'd like that, Frank.

Come on. I'll drive you home.

Are you sure I won't be charged?

It's already taken care of.

You know, you're really not so bad, Frank.

Oh, God. What a night.

How many friends of yours
were in that hot tub?

-What are you, an accountant?
-I'm concerned, that's all.

In spite of everything,

I still care about you.

You do, huh?

You know,

I had an erotic dream
about you the other night.

Do you ever dream about me?

I've been known to.

(engine starting)

(music plays)