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-Just how dirty are you?
-He suckered me good.

That president's man, Parker?
He just called in.

ESTERHAUS: You were right, Francis.
They canceled it.

I'm not asking you
to go in there and lie for me.

That's exactly what
you're asking me to do.

This source of yours

-who told you about LaRue...
-He's dead.

We're under siege.

LAMONICA: They're coming in!

No one locked the door?

Oh, please, hold me.

ESTERHAUS: Item nine.

Item nine is a communiqué
from the Hasidic Protection League...

concerning recent acts of vandalism...

at the King David Home
for the Jewish Aged.

(all chattering)

Keep in mind the aforementioned Hasidics
are heavily armed,

patrolling on and around the area,

and are within their rights...

as long as they don't brandish
or step onto public areas, per se.

-Item 10...
-MAN: The British Rabbi Renko

-takes charge.
-...concerns a directive

-from Divisional Commander Swanson...
-WOMAN: Bless you, my son.

(sarcastic exclaiming)

...regarding...

the boarding of canine mascots

by the officers of this precinct.

WOMAN: About time. And that means you.

Now, said officers will either
get rid of said alleged mascots

or be subject to disciplinary action
and possible suspension.

(clapping, booing)

-Get rid of the dog.
-Get rid of the dog.

(booing continues)

The last item on the agenda...

The last item on the agenda
is Operation Duckling.

Now, a complete list of those involved...

will be posted upstairs by the front desk.

Now, keep in mind
this particular assignment

-is no laughing matter.
-Uh-oh.

In fact, I wish I could be
out there with you on this one.

Those officers participating
in Operation Duckling

will reconvene here in one half hour.

And those on regular patrol, let's roll.

All of you,
let's be careful out there, huh?

-(chattering)
-(quacking)

(dog barks)

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)

Macafee's dirty. He's gotta be.

But I'll be damned if I know
where he does his laundry.

We've had cops on close
surveillance 24 hours a day,

and he doesn't gamble,
he's not a womanizer,

he's got no debts,
he's not into the shylocks.

The dude doesn't even own his own car.

-Bank accounts then?
-We checked that out yesterday.

He's got a joint checking with the wife.

Nothing heavy.
And a modest savings account.

I even called in a favor
from a friend of mine

who's into garbology.

What?

He's a garbologist.

A P.I. who specializes in trash analysis.

He went through Macafee's garbage
and didn't find a thing.

In other words,
you're asking us to believe

that Ralph Macafee
is importantly on the take,

yet there's absolutely no trace
of what he does with it.

The man doesn't even have
a safe deposit box.

Miss Davenport was kind enough to steer
Officer LaRue's case my way,

but I'm no Houdini, gentlemen.

I can't help the man
if I have nothing to work with.

Maybe if we get into his house--

You have absolutely
no grounds for a warrant.

Besides, what's the point?

What are you gonna find?
Rembrandts on the walls?

Bruce.

Why don't you try for a delay?

I can talk to Skip Fitzgerald
in the D.A.'s office.

-He owes me one.
-I don't know.

J.D.'s pretty strung out, ma'am.
I'm not so sure that's such a hot idea.

Why don't you people come
to some kind of consensus with LaRue

and then get back in touch with me?
I'm running late as it is.

Joyce, educate them.
Nothing personal, you two.

Pleased with himself, isn't he?
Is he the best we can do?

Don't underestimate him. He's good.

And LaRue's isn't exactly
what I'd call a glamour case.

Stay on him, Neal.
I'll see what I can do from this end.

-Right.
-Uh...

Meet me outside Macafee's house at 11:00.

What could hurt?

(mocking tone)
"Absolutely no grounds for a warrant."

LaRue might want to plead
diminished capacity. He drinks.

Suppose he was under
the influence at the time.

We could work with an approach like that.

Sounds trendy enough, Counselor.

Old Skip Fitzgerald have
a weakness for that, does he?

I shouldn't even be here, Frank.

But as long as I am,
at your request, I might add...

I suggest you start being

a little more realistic
about John LaRue's future.

I've got a reminder for you, Counselor.

John LaRue is not just one
of your indigent types.

A fast shuffle with
good old Skip Fitzgerald...

You've got some interesting
problems with perspective.

...a deal is struck,
and on to the next case.

He's innocent.

He's also a cop, a damn good one.

The issue here
is not John LaRue's innocence or guilt.

The issue is how best to preserve
what is already dangerously tainted bacon.

There is fire in that woman.

Yeah. I noticed that myself.

WOMAN: Hill Street Station. Ah, hold on.

Do we have anyone who can speak Spanish?

Hey, you, mister. Can I help you?

It's me, hair ball... Belker.

No!

Holy smokes!
Belker, you look absolutely gorgeous.

Look at that hairdo.
What'd you do, blow the hairs dry?

(chuckles) And that face...
smooth as baby buns. (laughs)

-Could I ask you a personal question, Leo?
-Yeah.

Would you like a ruptured spleen?

Ah... no.

Oh, yes. That's a good-looking
ensemble, Mick.

Understated elegance,

with just the most careful
dash of color in the tie.

-Well thought out.
-Thank you.

Oh, since you're assigned
to Operation Duckling,

I suggest you head for the locker room
with all due haste.

Operation Duckling. Me? (laughs)

Could I, uh...

Look, Sarge,

I got a date tonight with a woman.

She's picking me up at 6:00.

-Shift ends at 5:00. What's the problem?
-Don't give me "the shift ends at 5:00."

This kind of undercover operation
is over when it's over.

(Imitating W.C. Fields)
Ah, yes. The vicissitudes of police work.

Belker, I empathize.

(sighs)

-MAN: I need some help over here.
-MAN 2: I need some help over here.

I don't know how
to work one of these things.

-MAN 1: What is this?
-This is ridiculous.

-Bobby, go like this.
-Ah, I don't believe this.

-I joined the police force for this?
-Hey!

Somebody wanna get a crow bar
and help me get out of this?

I can't breathe.

(laughing, hooting)

-(wolf whistles)
-BATES: Take this.

Cowboy, you better cover me.
Otherwise, your behind is mine.

That some kind of ghetto threat?
Like, "I'm gonna steal your rib sauce"?

What do you think?

You gonna do something
about those armpits, Cosmo?

Looks like you're nursing
a squirrel under each arm.

Hmm, nicely done, nicely done.

That cigar is a nice touch,

but I think we got to lose
that mustache, Fido.

Nobody touches my upper lip.

They're requesting crisis
intervention assistance.

See if you can raise Goldblume.

-No, wait. He's here. Henry?
-Uh-huh.

Got a jumper on Hobart Street.
I think you'll wanna get over there.

-Who's there now?
-Four units from Jefferson Heights.

Just let me get rid of Shep's lunch,
and I am on my way.

1429.

-Henry, how goes the war?
-Morning, Leo. Listen, I got an emergency.

Would you take this stuff
off my hands, please?

-For Shep, huh?
-Yeah. Uh, one feeding a day.

Three cups, mixed in with enough hot water
to form a delectable gravy.

Got you.

In half a dozen instances,
this guy's used Mace to stun his victims.

He's fast and he's strong, so be alert.

Be sure to cruise
the isolated areas of the park.

Backups,

your more attractive decoys...

will undoubtedly be harassed. Be patient.

Don't move in
unless you're absolutely sure

something's coming down.

Uh, Ray Calletano here
will be your ramrod in this operation.

He'll be monitoring your wires
on the field radio,

along with Alf Chesley.

All right?

(hacking cough)

(coughing continues)

Fay, how are you?

I'm fine, Phil.
Hey, do you know where, um, Frank is?

(coughing continues)

-Are you all right?
-Sure.

I just have to work out the plans
for Frank Jr.'s weekend.

Oh, he's busy downstairs,
but he should be up in a few minutes.

Can I fix you a cup
of freshly brewed coffee?

That's the best offer
I've had all morning.

I don't believe that for one minute, Fay.

Mmm. That's good, Phil.

Mm-hmm.
It's a blend of Colombian and Venezuelan.

FAY: Mmm.

-All is well?
-Sure.

Well, as well as can
be expected, you know.

-Yourself?
-Oh, good. Very good.

How about that young friend of yours?

Cindy? Oh, terrific.

Things couldn't be better between us.

Uh, actually, Fay,

can I be perfectly blunt with you?

Of course.

-I mean, you're an older woman.
-That's perfectly blunt.

(chuckles) No, I mean mature.

Well... You know, as they say,
you have been around the park.

Phil, what are you trying to get at?

Well, I have this problem.

It's of a male-female nature,
if you know what I mean.

Hmm.

If you're talking about
an occasional dysfunction,

there's nothing to worry about,

especially with someone like Cindy,
where you're under pressure to perform.

No, no, no. My relationship with Cindy
is more domestic.

We do a lot of cooking together.

Then the problem's not sex?

My problem is that I met this other woman.

-She's a lot older than Cindy.
-Well, most of us are.

But in spite of her age,

oh, she has an insatiable
appetite... for life.

Phil, don't you know most women
don't even reach their sexual prime

till they're in their late 30s?

Look, if you find this too embarrassing,
I understand.

Hey, I'm not embarrassed.

You know, I've always
been monogamous by nature, but...

this other woman...

Wow! (chuckling)

I'm a sophisticated man, Fay,
but Grace Gardner is something else.

You wouldn't believe

the collection of exotic creams
this woman has.

Grace Gardner?

Sam Gardner's widow?

You know her?

Oh, forget I said anything.

-I don't know what came over me.
-Hey. No, please.

Don't worry about it. Who am I gonna tell?

Grace Gardner?

Yes. She's a remarkable woman.

Energy, talent, college education.

Wonderful muscle tone. Mmm.

Oh! Phil Esterhaus, you sly dog!

You mean to tell me you've got
two adoring women on your hands?

You must be exhausted.

Well, I could use a nap.

Makes you wonder
what Sam died prematurely of.

WOMAN: Oh, check it out.

WOMAN 2: Oh! Hey, can I borrow that dress?

(woman continues, indistinct)

Oh.

-Does your mother know you're out?
-Whoa!

-Oh, man, will you look at this?
-What'd you hit him with?

Say, back off!

Hey, what'd you hit him with, man?
Look at this.

It slipped my mind.
Is he still breathing?

That'll teach you to mess
with my main squeeze, you animal.

-You get away from him!
-Hey, back off!

You damn hussies, get out of my way.
Just step by when I go by.

You book them all. Book them all!

(laughing)

But it's an emergency.

My car is in the shop,

and I am going to lose my job
if I don't get there.

Now, I have the money.

Policy requires a thousand-dollar deposit.
Look, I'm sorry, lady.

I know it's unfair
to people like yourself,

but individuals have been known
to skip with a car.

She's not gonna skip with the car, Rob.

I can't rent you a car without
a bank credit card, lady.

I'm very sorry.

Well, you tell me then...

How am I going to get to work?

Uh, Les?

See if you can call a cab
for this lady here.

That's a 20-mile ride!

I can't pay that just to get there.

Lady, look, I'm sorry. Policy is policy.

Come on, man. Ease up.
You are the company.

She's not gonna steal your lousy car.

-You ease up, J.D.
-Hey, how about it, Rob?

Take a look at her, for God's sake.
She's okay.

-I don't know that.
-I do.

-You do, do you, huh?
-Yeah.

Oh, you know such a lot.

You're such an excellent
judge of character.

Your life's unfolding
like a bad umbrella...

(scoffs) Because you read people so well.

Big-hearted guy.

You don't run a successful
business on heart, kiddo.

All right. I'll tell you what.
I'll rent the car.

She skips out on you,
I'll make good on it.

You'll make good on it?

You can't even make good
on the shape of your head.

Look at you.

You don't have a nickel to your name.
You're in hock up to your eyes.

You blow in here at 10:00 in the morning
stinking of booze.

And the only reason I haven't
canned your act up till now

is your sister'd kill me.
(mimics female voice)

"Oh, he's having a difficult time.

It's a difficult period.
He'll come out of it."

-Sure. The hell you will!
-Take your stinking charity

and shove it in your exhaust pipe,
kiddo, because I've had it!

-I quit!
-Come on, man. Let's go.

-You don't have to hold me. I'm okay.
-Be cool. Be cool.

WASHINGTON: Hey, look, it ain't worth it.

Don't let the chump get to you.
That's all he wants to do.

Come on, baby. Come on. Hey, look here.

Here, man, take this here.

Now, pay your rent,
get outta town for a couple of days,

go fishing.

-I can't take your money.
-Yeah, sure you can.

You'll pay me back.

I can't handle it. I'm busting up inside.

-My nerves. I wanna hit him so bad.
-Uh-uh-uh-uh!

Hey, look, J.D. You got to handle it, man.

Now, I can't make this case on Macafee
and scrape you off the wall too, you know?

Okay. Okay, I'm cool.

Are you sure, babe?

-Yeah, yeah. Go on. I'll be all right.
-Okay.

Later.

(siren wailing)

(upbeat music playing)

That's his I.D. from his wallet.
Name of Martin Hobbs.

Twenty years old.

So what happened?

Well, he stood on the top floor over there
for maybe ten minutes after we got here,

then he jumped.

Look, don't stand in their way.

There was no way to talk him down?

No. No way.
There was too much crowd noise.

Your usual crud came out of the woodwork.

That's his sister over there.

Name of Jonetta Burns, Mrs.

-Thank you.
-OFFICER: Stay away from the body.

-I don't care.
-WOMAN: She's a friend of mine.

Excuse me, Mrs. Burns.
Detective Goldblume.

This young man was your brother?

Martin.

Did Martin live here with you?

Yeah, he did.

Do you have any idea what might have, uh,
caused him to do this?

They turned him down
at mechanics vocational school.

He couldn't get no job.

Do you know if he was
using drugs of any kind?

No.

He never used any drugs.

He took good care of his body.
He was an athlete.

He didn't smoke or drink or nothing.

Maybe, every once in a while,
he'd smoke with his friends.

MAN: Coming through.

But then, you know,
his girl broke up with him,

and that really hurt him.

And the babies.

I got three little ones at home,

and they're crying all the time.

And he could hardly
take care of his own self,

let alone theirs.

Going up on that roof...

All he wanted to do was...
just do something.

You know, make some money.

All these people out here...

One of them yelled up at him, "Jump.

Jump. Don't jive us, man. Do it."

-(zipper zipping)
-What's the matter with people anymore?

Well... (clears throat)

Boy, I wish I knew, ma'am.

(sighs)

-(tire pops)
-Damn it!

(honking)

(R&B song plays on radio)

MAN: Ooh!

Hey.

A flat, man? (laughs)

MAN: You have a problem, huh?
What's happening, neighbor?

What are you doing around here? Huh?

-He's a traveling salesman.
-I got a flat tire.

-Oh, flat tire.
-A flat tire.

-A real pain in the butt.
-That's damn bad!

(men laughing)

He must be a traveling salesman
of pinstripe and gabardines.

-(laughing)
-Brother's all right.

-Hey, you need some help, man?
-No, thank you.

-I think I got it.
-(mock cheering)

-Give the man a hand.
-Check this out, man.

-Come on. Check it out.
-What's he got in the trunk?

MAN: Ooh-whee!

Hey, look at this.
Say, is this cat unbelievable?

MAN: I like that.
I really like that. (laughing)

MAN 2: Santa Claus in the ghetto.
(laughing)

Okay, who's got the jack?

-Who's Jack?
-Jack? You seen a jack?

I didn't see no jack, man.

-This it?
-Oh, that jack!

This your jack, Jack?

-It's not that easy, Jack.
-(laughs loudly)

All right.

Yeah. I could probably use
the lug wrench too.

MAN: Probably could use the lug wrench.

-(men laughing)
-MAN: Ooh.

Okay, okay.

-Okay, fellas. Give me the tools.
-MAN: Uh-oh. He's serious.

What are you doing
up here anyway, gray meat?

MAN: You take a wrong turn?

Just passing through, son,

and I'm definitely not
looking for any trouble.

But trouble may be looking for you, son.

-Mmm. Tell him!
-Look, guys.

Give me the tools back,
I'll fix my tire, and I'll be on my way.

-Hey, check the radios in there, man.
-Don't touch that radio!

-How much you holding, gray meat?
-Okay. Damn it, that's enough.

Come back here with that!

You didn't answer my question, gray meat.

You on a toll road, man.

Breaker, breaker, gray meat.

Mmm. Mmm.

MAN: Yeah. You didn't think
about this, did you?

What you gonna do now, huh, son?

-What I got is this gun!
-MAN: Cool, man.

Detective Henry Goldblume,
Hill Street Station.

And if you're looking for trouble, son,

congratulations, you just found it.

MAN: Say, brother.

-MAN: The man's getting in.
-(engine cranking)

MAN 2: He ain't gon--
He ain't gonna use that gun.

-He ain't gonna do--
-MAN 3: Call me a chump, sucker?

Why don't you shoot?
You ain't gonna shoot nobody. Chump!

RENKO (on radio): You know, I got about
a half a dozen degenerate conga players

sitting up there on Hippie Hill
smoking illegal herbs and spices.

-I'd like to jump up and down on it.
-Hey, Ray.

Officer Briese just checked in
to Emergency with a twisted ankle.

I warned him those spiked heels
were treacherous.

(laughing)

It's the big gray one, Captain.
They've lived here 12 years.

It ain't exactly the Heights, you know?

Maybe they got Rembrandts on the walls.

(knocking)

-Yes?
-Maureen.

Frank Furillo.

Is everything all right with Ralph?

Of course it is.

-I didn't mean to scare you.
-That knock on the door, it's...

It's like the phone call
in the middle of the night.

Come on in, Frank.

This is Detective Neal Washington.

-How do you do?
-Ma'am. Fine, thank you.

I really am sorry if I frightened you.

I needed a word with Ralph,
and I was in the neighborhood.

Oh, he's out with Eugene.

They're buying a motorbike.

Eugene.

How old is he now?

Sixteen.

They're going partners
with the money Eugene has earned.

You can guess who's gonna do the riding.

FURILLO: They grow up fast.

Oh, I, um...

I was sorry to hear that you and...

-Fay.
-...Fay were divorced.

-I'm really very sorry, Frank.
-Well, it happens.

Police work.

It's very hard on a marriage.

FURILLO: You and Ralph seem
to have done all right.

MAUREEN: Eighteen years, five kids.

I guess we were luckier than most.

What the hell's scaring my wife
half to death all about?

You ever hear of knocking, Macafee?

You got something to say,
you say it to me, Frank, direct!

You leave my wife and kid out of it.
Do you hear me?

-(yelling) Do you hear me?
-Outside.

That direct enough for you?

I'd like to meet you off-precinct, Frank.

Anywhere, anytime.

Just make an appointment.
That's all it takes.

I got a bad temper, Frank.

This whole business with LaRue...

I don't relish it,

especially you protecting
your own at my expense.

You weren't there.
You don't know what came down.

He sold you a bill of goods.

See you in court, Macafee.

We used to know each other, Frank.

More's the pity.

WOMAN: Hill Street Station.

-I got your number too, sunburn.
-Oh, yeah?

Well, I don't have yours yet, Sergeant,

but you better believe
I'm gonna stay on the line till I get it.

If you don't get off my back,

you're gonna be one dead cop.

(shouting, indistinct)

(suspenseful music playing)

(chattering)

Hey, Henry.

MAN: Hill Street Station.
Go ahead, please.

That's it. That is bloody it!

All right!

Whoever you are,

you know who you are,

this bottle has my name on it.

I paid for this orange juice
out of my own pocket

with the expressed intention
of drinking it myself.

You know, I don't mind sharing.

In fact, I enjoy sharing.

But I am sick and tired
of people taking food out of my mouth

without any consideration for me

or any sense of what is right
or what people have to consider

if they're gonna live together
like human beings!

Henry.

Don't "Henry" me, Frank,
because I'm sick of it.

And I don't care.
I do not care, Frank. I don't care.

I mean, if they wanna kill each other,
let them, because I don't care anymore.

If they wanna live like animals, go ahead.

Come on in. We'll talk about it.

-There's nothing to talk about. I'm fine.
-(phone rings)

WOMAN: Hill Street.
Can you hang on a second?

Just stay away from what is mine.

That includes my sandwiches,
my orange juice and me.

(door closes)

WOMAN: I've never seen him like that.

Sometimes I wonder if Henry
isn't in the wrong business.

I think we all wonder that, Francis.

But the great, big, grand...

first-prize-winning question is,

was the big crisis interventionist

scared enough to use
this fine psychological weapon here?

-You bet. You bloody bet he was.
-(gun slams into metal locker)

-Don't be so hard on yourself, Henry.
-Oh, yeah?

In 12 years, I never so much
as unsnapped my holster.

Before Frank found out,
I never even used to load it.

Lighter that way.

-I swore when I signed on--
-We all swore a lot of things, Henry.

What is the matter with those people, Alf?

Are we past fixing it up between us?

Because if that's the way it is, I mean,
what the hell is the sense?

Alf, I did not mean that
the way it sounded.

So what's the worst of it then?

Them scaring the hell out of you,
or you getting your feelings hurt?

What's the difference? It's over.

Mostly, I think they hurt your feelings.

You figure you're owed something...

for all that love and compassion...

you carry in you.

Alf, I understand
what you're trying to do,

and I appreciate that very much,

but right now I'd like to be alone,
if you don't mind.

-Okay, Henry.
-Alf.

Thank you.

I mean that.

They had no way of knowing
what you are, Henry.

And if they did, I suspect
it wouldn't have mattered.

So you put that gun back in your belt
and leave it there...

until that big miracle happens.

I've never been to a Jewish funeral.

I don't wanna start with yours.

Hang in.

Hey, I don't believe I caught your name.

Two things, Captain,
and then I'll get out of your hair.

On my way out of here this morning,
while awaiting a change of light

at the corner of Dekker Avenue
and People's Parkway,

a gang of Puerto Ricans
ripped off my hubcaps.

I mean, in broad daylight,
while I was in the car!

-Boy, does that gall me!
-Do you wanna file a complaint?

What do you think I'm doing now,
hyperventilating?

Phil, would you get me a 4-16 form
for Mr. Warnick here?

Now, as far as LaRue is concerned,

timing-wise,

I think we might be able
to finesse his situation

with Skip Fitzgerald
over in the D.A.'s office.

I think he and Joyce Davenport
may have a little thing going,

so what we do
is consolidate his negotiation

with a half a dozen others
we have pending,

specifically, the Sharkey case.

Sharkey? Sharkey's looking at murder one.
What's that got to do with LaRue?

-You just let me handle that, Captain.
-Thanks, Phil.

The point is
that Skip Fitzgerald's hot to horse-trade

for a quick disposition on Sharkey.

Now, if LaRue pleads no contest,

Skip will wave prosecution

and toss it back
to the Police Board of Rights

to do whatever they think
LaRue's got coming to him.

I don't mind reminding you
that I'm carrying LaRue on the cuff

as a favor to Joyce Davenport.

Which translates into what?
His future at your convenience?

Partly that. Partly good timing.

Partly that I'm pretty
damn good at what I do.

Nothing like packaging defendants,
is there?

A new trend in class action.

Phil, would you see
if you could raise LaRue for me, please?

Right, Francis.

I'll see that he gets your message.

Oh, now, don't look
so down in the mouth, Captain.

I know what you're thinking.

You haven't the slightest idea
of what I'm thinking.

How many Hispanic youths?

(sighs) Ten, maybe 12.

-What colors were they wearing?
-What colors?

Gang jackets.
Were they wearing matching jackets?

No, not that I recall.

-Look.
-(paper ripping)

Why don't you just buy yourself
another set of hubcaps?

Those kids are long gone.

I have no illusions
about recovery, Captain.

I just thought you might be interested
in identifying who they are.

I know who they are.

In fact, you might enjoy
negotiating with them.

They have no illusions either.

WOMAN: Hill Street Station.

Turn your radio down. I can't hear you.

(man on radio, indistinct)

(sighs)

-Hi.
-Hello, Grace.

I slept the whole morning away.

I haven't done that in years.

Usually, I'm up and out.

You're feeling all right, aren't you?

I feel wonderful, Phil.

We didn't overdo anything, hmm?

No.

You have time for a cup of coffee?

Well, I'm sort of coffee'd out, Grace.

I didn't sleep much...

last night.

(chuckling)

I know.

You're not sorry it happened, are you?

Sorry? No. No way.

Strike that thought from your--

Hello, Mrs. Gardner.

Hello, Morgan.

Some friends are giving
a little dinner party tonight.

I thought if you were
off-duty early enough...

Tonight? Hmm.

Well, I don't know about tonight, Grace.

Phil, we're not kids.

If there's something wrong,
let's discuss it.

Uh...

Look, I know it's difficult in here.

I'm, um...

measuring a few things downstairs.

(phone rings)

MAN: Hill Street Station.
Can you hold, please?

(phone rings)

-Furillo.
-It's Washington, Captain.

Detective Scanlon picked up
Macafee coming out of Division

and followed him up here
to the New Rochella Manor Condominiums

on Roosevelt Parkway.

Now, on his way,
he made two shopping stops,

an Italian deli by the name of Tomasita's

and a whatchamacallit--
a kid's toy store...

the, uh... the Toy Bazaar.

-Bought a big box of something.
-Good. Stay on him.

As soon as he leaves,
we'll do a rundown of whoever it is

he's visiting up there.

I don't think
he's visiting anyone, Captain,

unless they're visiting him.

Run that one by me again.

Well, while I was trying
to check out the names on the mailbox,

the security guard comes over to I.D. me.

So I flat-out asked him.
He says Macafee lives there.

He owns the condo.

Hello?

Captain?

(slams telephone)

Southwest squadron radio is still out.

Lamonica, you and Sneed
sashay over there on the double.

-Bates... Lucy.
-(over radio) Yeah, Lieutenant?

I know your book is good,
but let's hear from you regularly, huh?

-(laughing)
-Thank you.

Hill Street. Hill Street.
This is Southwest, Lieutenant.

Sorry for the loss of contact.

Nice to finally hear from you, Southwest.

-Stay with us.
-BATES: No! No!

-MAN (on radio): Bates!
-There it is. Code 2 Duckling. Bates!

-Position, 6 Southwest. Who's with her?
-Code 2 Duckling.

-BATES: No! No! Help! Help!
-Who the hell is with her?

-BATES: Let me go!
-MAN (on radio): We're on our way, sir.

Renko, Hill, get there! Get the captain.

-Right away, sir.
-BATES: Bobby!

MACAFEE: Jellybean.
Come on. Give me a jellybean.

-No!
-What do you mean "no"?

Come on. Open your present.

-Come on. He's gonna open his present.
-(children's song plays)

Come on. Open your present.
You know how to open a present.

-(knocking)
-What do you think it is?

BOY: Do you want a jellybean? Here.

MACAFEE: What are you waiting for?
Open your present!

-Mrs. Macafee?
-Yes.

-I'm Captain Frank Furillo.
-Please come in.

Thank you. We're sorry to disturb you.

This is Detective Washington.

We'd just like a word
with Detective Macafee,

-if you don't mind.
-Sure. Come on in.

-MACAFEE: Oh, boy. Look at that.
-Some men are here.

Get up, honey.

Thanks for not saying anything up there.
I mean that.

How do you want to handle this?

Cash? All right, Frank.
Come on. Loosen up, will you?

Everyone knows you're a good cop.

Don't take everything I say
so seriously, huh?

-How do you want to handle this?
-I don't know yet.

Maureen and me,
we've been married 18 years,

ever since we graduated
high school in June.

Eighteen years and five kids.

You don't just get up
and walk out on somebody.

Not Maureen. She...

It would kill her.

The kids growing up, hating my guts,
I couldn't do that, Frank.

And I couldn't stand
the thought of losing Sariko.

I had to make an honest woman
out of her, Frank.

She's an old-fashioned woman.

I guess I got a weakness
for old-fashioned girls, huh?

Fertile Myrtles, both of them.

And kids cost, Frank.
You know that. They cost.

They need.

They should have everything
that we never had before, Frank.

My oldest, Carly,
she's going to nursing school.

She's gonna be a surgical nurse.

What do you wanna do about this, Macafee?

You've got two wives and eight kids...

and a lot of dirty money.

And you've got LaRue hanging out there
by his fingernails.

LaRue. He's a lame player, a slow thinker.

No, he's not! He had a lame day, is all.

Yeah, tell me more.
I'm ten times the cop he ever will be!

I got 11 decorations, Frank.

Two for valor.

You know I'm up for lieutenant
next January? You know that?

This is not happening.

I don't believe this is happening to me.

Don't let it happen, Frank.
I don't wanna lose everything.

One of us...

Find a way, will you? Please?

One of us has to go downtown
and explain it.

I think you'll be better off if you do it.

Frank.

Now, Macafee.

You do it now.

(engine starts)

(dramatic music playing)

(chattering)

WOMAN: Did anybody see the Morgan file?

Did anybody claim this apple?

-Going once.
-MAN: Who's that? Is that him?

MAN 2: Yeah.

(woman speaking indistinctly)

(chattering)

WOMAN (whispering): He's sick.

Lucy's down at the emergency room.

We're all gonna punch out.
We figure it's her collar.

Right.

Hey, Belker.

You got a visitor, babe.

(softly) Hi.

Mick, I'm Debbie Kaplan.

You're, uh...

You're a very nice person.

I mean, you're much nicer
than I ever expected.

By that I mean you're not a real dog.

Thank you. You're pretty
nice-looking yourself.

Hey, you guys. It's love.

Mm-hmm. I can tell.

-(giggling)
-Would you like to sit down?

-How'd it go at Internal Affairs?
-Piece of cake.

They chewed my leg a little
and slapped my wrist.

That was it.

J.D., you lie the way
the rest of us breathe.

I happen to know they
gave you an official reprimand

and six months' probation.

You've been skating
on thin ice, my friend.

Next time you fall through,
I may just let you sink.

You're a hell of a cop
when you're on your game, J.D.

-Don't blow it.
-I won't.

You got my word on that.

Thanks.

WOMAN: Oh, hold on. Do we have anyone
who can speak Spanish?

-You all right, Phil?
-Mmm.

Uh, Henry mentioned
you had to go off on a personal matter.

Nothing serious, I hope.

Oh, not in the way you think, Francis.

Not health or anything of that nature.

-Uh, do you mind, uh...
-Please.

Francis,

have you ever had two women...

totally in love with you?

Totally?

Uh, I can't say as I have.

Well, not to my knowledge.

But I take it you and...

It's no laughing matter.

When I told her about the other woman,

Cindy locked herself in the bathroom.

I finally had to kick down the door.

Then I had to reset the hinges
and put it back up.

I mean, you can't not
have a bathroom door.

Did you finally get it
worked out satisfactorily?

Did you get it worked out, Phil?

Oh. I really don't know what I'm gonna do.

I'm basically of
the monogamous persuasion.

Oh, after today,

you have no idea how refreshing
that is to hear.

WOMAN: Hill Street Station.

I've got to yield to you
on this one, Frank.

I thought LaRue was
as dirty as Original Sin.

He may be a little rough
around the edges, Counselor.

I'll yield to you on that one.

But he's too smart a cop
to go on the gimme.

This time, but pay attention.

-LaRue's a time bomb.
-(water running)

And you don't wanna be too close
when he goes off again.

Come here.

(spits water)

Mmm.

-(sighs)
-Oh!

First-rate digits,

marred only by neglected fingernails.

Who does he think he is,
anyway, Paul Newman?

-Who, LaRue?
-Macafee.

Try to keep up with
the conversational flow.

What I don't understand is
how he was able to handle

two wives emotionally.

When you couldn't even handle one.

(sighs)

How do you suppose
you and Fay might get along

under the same roof?

I might ask the same of you
and Skip Fitzgerald.

Oh, good old Skip Fitzgerald.
You think of him that way, do you?

Mmm. We've had lunch a few times.

He might make a good addition
to the partnership,

but you'd always be senior member, Frank.

Ooh! Pretty close clip, Counselor.

Oh. Sorry. Here, let me.

-(phone rings)
-Ooh! Don't answer that.

Hello?

-Oh, hi, Skip!
-Aw, you!

-No, you're not bothering me at all.
-(grumbling)

(music plays)