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NARRATOR:
Coming tonight on Hill Street Blues...

I take it it's the gun
that shot Hill and Renko.

-Yeah.
-I want a mini-documentary,

an objective journalistic analysis
of what the station house is all about.

No, really, Officer, my name is Dracula.

(shouts)

We've got a lead
on the Hill-Renko shooting,

a good one that might not wait
on the judicial process.

You're on dangerous ground, Furillo.

Don't tell me to sit down.
That's the guy that shot me.

(indistinct chattering)

Item 9 concerns
our previously described male Caucasian

biting various and sundry ladies
of the night...

-MAN: Sounds like Belker.
-on Delaware Avenue in broad daylight

in the general vicinity of the neck.

(laughing)

Item 10.

Item 10.

Your attention, please.

(silence)

We had a theft last night

in the oligodactyly section of the zoo

-of a Peruvian llama.
-(laughter)

A Peruvian llama which answers
to the name Cookie,

is approximately five feet tall,

has curly blond hair,

terminating in a thick, fluffy tail.

MAN: Got her phone number?

MAN 2: Sounds like Bates to me.

(laughing)

The last item is a directive
from divisional command to Swanson.

Yes, sir.

Concerning
the unusually high mortality rate

of vending machines in this facility.

(laughing)

The most recent being

the, uh, Busy Baker pastry machine

sometime last night.

(laughing)

Anyone with information
regarding the assailant

should report to me directly
subsequent to this roll call.

All right, let's roll,

and all of you,
let's be careful out there.

(indistinct chattering)

Now, I want to speak to you seriously
about hemorrhoidal discomfort.

(laughing)

Excuse me. I'm ethnic.
Thank you. Thank you.

(scat singing)

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)

(lounge music playing)

NEAL: Yeah, well, you know, you
didn't have to take her to a 3-star joint.

Yeah, I know.
Who'd have figured a girl that size

would order a 6-pound lobster
at 9 bucks a pound?

-(chuckles)
-(sighs)

-Hey, what do we got there?
-Oh, yeah.

Uh-oh. Getting a negative from Roger.

Looks like the dope deal
is off for today, babe.

-No big thing.
-We've only been here two hours.

Man, man, you talk about measuring
your life out in a teaspoon.

The creep my sister married probably
already grossed 5 G's this morning.

Hey, what say we go do our duty, J.D.?

Hmm?

Mm-mm. We don't do purse snatchers, man.

We're big time, nothing but game fish.

Oh, yeah? Well, name a couple
for me, man. I'm curious.

Marlin, tuna, albacore, junkies...

What's the matter, man?
Something eating you?

Yeah, man.

You, your brother-in-law, your sister,

your basic negative cash flow, etc.,
I'm tired of hearing about it, man.

Now just go bring the car around, okay?

Wait a minute.

Hey. Wait a minute.

(horn honks)

Hey, little sister. You know
you dropped your purse back there?

I ain't your sister, sucker.

Uh-oh. Go on, man, you try.
Ask her what's in the bag.

Could you tell us
what you have in the bag?

-Your ugly mama.
-There. You satisfied?

Okay, sugar. Let's be a good little girl,

show me what you got in the bag.

Well, see for yourself, pig!

I got her, Neal. I'll take her.

Stop! Police officer!

Halt!

Mm-mm-mm.

Well, what we got here?

Oh.

(panting)

That's very flattering, Miss Chase,

but I think you'd do better
concentrating on my men.

They do the real work around here.

That's not the way I hear it, Captain.

Oh, not at all.

On the contrary, what I--

Whatever it is you're hearing,
I'm the administrator up here.

If you base your report on me,

you're going to end up with a 10-hour film
of a guy shuffling papers and phone calls

with four trips to the coffeepot

and two to the john.

I'm afraid that wouldn't do
too much for your ratings.

I've already got ratings, Captain.

Look, I'm not trying to do
a piece of news fluff here.

I want a mini-documentary,

an objective journalistic analysis

of what the station house is all about.

FRANK: You want to do all that in one day?

(sighs)
No, in as many days as it would take.

FRANK: Well, good luck.

I've been here over two years, and I still
haven't figured this place out.

I share that observation, Francis.

On line four, Detective Washington.

Oh, thanks, Phil.

Sergeant Esterhaus will be very happy
to show you around,

if you'll excuse me.

Cynthia Chase.

Oh, how do you do, young lady?

Yeah, Neal.

NEAL: Got a .357 magnum.

Picked it up off a petty thief
on 124th street.

Yeah.

She's a she, by the name of Billie Riles.

Okay, run it by ballistics on the way in

and be sure to remind them this might be
the gun from the Hill-Renko shooting.

They're liable to think
we've closed the books.

And I want that gun tested today.

Yeah, okay, Cap.

Good.

(pen scratching)

I'm truly sorry, Wilma. I really am.

Whoa! Take it easy, Wilma. Come on now.
County's going to give you a tetanus shot.

Like hell they will.

Aside from messing up my complexion,

I can't take the pain.

What I need is one of those wooden stakes.

Come off it, Wilma.

There ain't no such thing as vampires.

Oh, there are, Officer. She's right.

Sit down, dirtball.

You can call me Kevin, sir.

Excuse me.

Please pull yourself up a chair, Kevin.

WOMAN: Could somebody take this man
down to fingerprinting?

MAN: I got it.

And here to your left
you'll find our booking and holding areas

where your various basic
criminals are held

pending their release or transfer

to the Michigan Avenue complex.

And, uh, oh, here is our water cooler,

and even more importantly
our precinct coffee maker.

Now, I prefer a fine grind
filter drip myself,

but this one has
a 3-gallon-per-hour capacity,

which makes a terrific place

for the officers to inter-relate
their daily exploits

and generally interface, as it were.

Great news.

Course I only went with him
to that hotel room

because I thought he was
a serious professional photographer.

Then, before I knew it, he was laying
those fangs of his upside my neck.

"Fangs upside...

of neck."

Okay.

All right, Kevin,
let's have your full name.

You love her a lot, don't you?

Debbie Kaplan, of course.

Who told you that?

No one, sir.

It's written all over your ink blotter.

All right, let's have it,
Kevin, your full name.

K-E-V-I-N, Kevin.

H-E-R-M-A-N, Herman.

Mm-hmm.

D-R-A-C-U-L-A, Dracula.

I am trying to be nice
for a change, and you zing me.

I don't react well to being zinged,

not when I'm trying
to turn over a new leaf.

No, really, Officer. My name is Dracula.

See?

I had it changed on my 18th birthday.

Do you see that?

If you're a vampire, how come
you got a reflection in the mirror?

I don't see anything.

WILMA: Police don't believe
no one unless they white.

No matter nothing
if they freaks and junkies

and neck-sucking vampires.

Long as they white neck-sucking vampires.

Judas Priest, man. Show a little life.

You are a drugged, crazed psycho,

and what's left of your mind
has been warped with PCP

and you want to rip my lungs out.

(growls)

That's it. That's it now.

Now come on. Cut me down.
Cut me down. Come on.

That's it. Why, you.
Gotcha, you sorry-looking vermin.

As you can see,
this is quite simple to operate.

It does give you
fairly good control over your suspect

whether you want him in your vehicle

or if you want to move him out
of your vehicle

or if you merely want him down
on his knees.

And then, uh,
once you have him in holding,

you simply press this side lever here,

and that disengages the collar.

Uh-oh.

-MAN: Simply, huh?
-(laughter)

-MAN: Easy enough.

Seems to be stuck.

(laughing)

There's always a bug or two
with new technology.

Well, uh, this can't wait.

Officer, would you take your seat, please,

while we move on to the taser gun?

This is taser model TF-76.

Hey. Hey, Harris,
get this thing off my neck.

Come on. Come on.

She wants me.

Come on! I look like an idiot.
Get this thing off my neck.

Come on.

What happened to you?

(telephone ringing)

Young lady like you oughta be
in school or something.

-If I was your daddy, I'd make you.
-Well, he didn't.

What is this?

Did you get
some really good stuff in there?

I got some.

Ah ha ha.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh. Forget it, lover.

She's a professional brow-beater
with the 11:00 news, you know?

Always did want to get into the news.

Oh, man.

Washington.

(mumbles)

Don't make a fool of yourself, son.

You're not ready yet.

(chuckles)

Okay.

Kevin, I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to lock you up
till your bail comes through.

Please, Officer.

I don't think
I can do very well in a jail cell.

No, come on. It ain't so bad.

No. No, please.

Don't put me in a jail cell, please.

It's standard procedure, Kevin.

This is no big deal.

No, please, don't. Don't put me, please.

Bates. Bates, tell Kevin here
that going into a cell

is your standard vampire procedure.
You tell him.

Standard procedure, all right.

Talking your basic, standard way
of doing things.

That's all.

-No! No!
-Come on, Kevin.

-Come on!
-No!

Come on. Come on, get down from there.

(shouts)

(panting)

-MICK: Kevin!
-Yah! (hissing)

Take it easy. Just calm down.

(indistinct chatter)

It's gonna be all right.
Everything's gonna be all right.

-KEVIN: (shouts)
-MICK: Come on, take it easy, pal.

-Please, I just want you to calm down.
-KEVIN: (grunts)

-You better get him down to psychiatric.
-(bang)

(glass shatters)

(hissing)

-Harris, don't hurt him. Harris!
-No!

-(panting)
-Kevin!

KEVIN: (hissing)

You better get down from there right now

before I have to use force on you.

Kevin.

(hissing)

All right, you asked for it.

(shouts)

KEVIN: No.

(sobbing)

You going to behave?

(whimpers)

MICK: All right.

I want you to give me your hand.

Just nice and easy.
Just give me your hand.

That's right. That's it. That's right.

Okay, now we're going
to come off that desk.

Come on. Nice and slow, nice and slow.

Easy does it.

Everything's going to be okay.

Just come on down off the desk.

Okay.

KEVIN: (whimpering)

Please.
Please, just don't send me to psychiatric.

Aah! All right.

Okay.

-(telephone ringing)
-MICK: Okay.

Okay. Okay.

All right. Come on.

MAN: Frank, it's ballistics on pound 5.

(whimpering)

That is a sad commentary
on our society, gentlemen.

A dangerous misfit deriving
his identity from a media myth.

You took the words right out
of my mouth, Lieutenant.

Very insightful, sir. Very.

-Excuse me, would you?
-Mm-hmm.

Excuse us.

MAN: Hill Street.

Appreciate it, Sam.

Yeah, take care.

Frank, where would you like
to situate Belker's suspect?

I don't think he will mix
with our other guests.

If maintenance is through converting
that cell in the basement,

we can hold him there.
Tell him it's the vampire lounge.

Hmm, that's a good idea, Francis.

Why not have Hill and Renko
take Miss Chase

out on their rounds with them today?

And I want LaRue and Washington
in here immediately.

I take it it's the gun
that shot Hill and Renko?

Yeah.

We got the gun.

-(typing)
-(indistinct radio chatter)

I thought you didn't like handling

-Lambart Reese.
-No, this is a media event, my friend,

and in the interests
of departmental image,

I feel I televise
a little better than you do.

You know the public taste.

Ha ha ha ha. Yeah, I sure do.

(chickens clucking)

Okay, cowboy, it's your show.

(coughs) All right, Bernard, uh,
is this good for you right here?

Composition's not so hot.
Could you step to your left, sir?

-Okay, back here?
-That's good.

-Fine. Can you hear me?
-Okay.

-Go for it.
-Here we go now.

(knocks)

-What do you want, man?
-Well, good afternoon, ma'am.

My name is Officer Renko,
and this is Officer Hill.

We are from the Hill Street station,
and we are here in answer to a complaint

that you are harboring live animals.

Go away, man. I got no animals here.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but we are here
on a complaint that your landlord lodged

that last night you took delivery
of three chickens and a goat.

-I told you I got no animals up here.
-(chickens clucking)

Ma'am, look, I'm sorry,

but I distinctly hear the sound

of chickens clucking
from inside your premises.

You heard nothing. Go on now.

Leave me be, you rasty-faced fool.

Hm. Yeah.

-What does "rasty-faced" m--
-(door slams)

She took my, uh, my night stick.

(knocks)

Ma'am, could you open the door, please,

and return the police property

that you have illegally,
um, boarded in there?

(chickens clucking)

(knocks) Ma'am!

I have to inform you
that if you don't open up this door,

I'm going to have to use physical force
to get inside there!

Wait. Don't bust it in yet.
I got to reload.

You do that and I'll put
that camera down your throat, boy.

Yes, sir.

(exhales)

Bobby? Would you,

would you help me get in here, please?

Aw, but, cowboy,
you televise so much better.

(chickens clucking)

I don't know, I don't know,
I don't know, I don't know!

You dropped
this driver's license and welfare check

with this purse you dumped.

Who is this Rita Perez? Who?

I don't know.

Is that the person you got the gun from?

You rip off her apartment building?

Maybe your old man ripped her off.

-You want us to bust your old man, Billie?
-Look, I don't know.

Keep it up, kid.

We got all day.

What's his story?

Well, he claims that a group
of rather large gentlemen

jumped out of a black van on Hertel

and stole all his clothes.

Black van?

I thought that problem
was limited to the east side.

Well, we are a transient society, Francis.

Listen, have someone pick
up this Rita Perez.

Seems to me that .357
tracks in her direction.

Hmm, I'll put Belker on it forthwith.

And, Phil, let's not advertise
this any more than we have to.

I don't see any point
in involving Hill and Renko just yet.

Uh-huh.

-(telephone ringing)
-(indistinct chatter)

Belker.

I just asked you to bring in Mrs. Perez,

not the whole household.

I know.

I flash my badge at the door,
the dirtball takes a swipe at me.

I'm going to find out
where you live, Mr. Policía.

(growls)

And when I do...

Of course, he had a lot to hide, Sarge.

Looked like he had half
the department store in his pad.

Mrs. Perez, would you mind
terribly leaving your little one

with Officer Belker here
while we ask you a few questions?

Oh, he's very good with children.

You take my baby, I want a receipt.

You got it.

One baby.

There you go.

Hey, wait a minute. Sarge?

There you go. His name is Joey.

Be good, honey.

Ho ho. This way, folks, hmm?

-(cries)
-Aw. This way.

(high voice) Joey. Joey.

(screams)

Joey.

(screams)

(cries)

-(speaking Spanish)
-Hey, hey, hey! (shouts in Spanish)

-Well, seems you two ladies have met.
-I don't know what you're talking about.

Hey, I never saw her before in my life.

-(speaks Spanish)
-Hey, hey, hey.

All right, knock it off.

Ray, put the two ladies in the same cell

and book them both for attempted murder.

Him too.

We'll let the district attorney handle it.

Okay, let's go.

No, wait. Hey, look, I bought that stuff
off her this morning on Elmwood.

Hey, she lying.

It was an alley off Elmwood.

PEREZ: I never seen this broad in my life.

So, okay, I knocked the chick
down and I took it, okay?

But the gun, it was in the bag, too.

Maybe you two better have a seat.

Be sure to Mirandize them, Ray.

Sit.

How about a little cookie here, huh?

Here's a little cookie. Here you go, Joey.

Come on, take that little cookie,

put the little cookie in your fingers,

now put the little cookie in your mouth.

That's it. Ha ha ha ha.

He's cute, huh?

Pretty boy.

(laughs)

Phil, would you get me the D.A., please?

Oh, of course.

Joey, Joey, we're going to call the D.A.

Come on. Here's the telephone.

You get the telephone in your hand.

That's it.

You put down the cookie
and you hold the phone.

That's it. We're going to call the D.A.

(mumbles)

Say hello. Come on, say hello to the D.A.

Hello.

Be with you in a minute, Counselor.
I'm in the middle of something.

I know. It's called chronic incompetence

and the continual misplacement
of my clients.

Kevin Herman Dracula?

Oh, you mean the vampire.

Alleged vampire, Furillo.
Now, you want to locate him for me?

He's in a private cell downstairs.

Ray will show you down.

Uh, wait a minute. Don't go, please.

Yes, I'm holding.

John, Frank Furillo.

Yeah, we traced the gun to a Rita Perez.

We're holding her and her husband.

Uh, yeah, he's a petty thief.
Three priors.

Listen, John, what I'd like
to get from you

is a reject of this guy

on that charge
of receiving stolen property

in exchange for his cooperation.

No, two reasons.

The description doesn't match

and he was in county jail
when it happened.

Sure he'll have representation.

In fact, public defender Joyce Davenport

is sitting in my office this very moment.

Right.

Thank you, John.

Among other things,
District Attorney Simonson allows

is how he'd abandon his wife of 19 years

just for a meaningful weekend with you.

Tell him to take a number.

Look, Furillo, I came here
to see a specific client,

and in case you're not clued in yet
as to the process,

I don't take my assignments
from the district attorney,

nor the Easter Bunny,
and certainly not from you.

We've got a lead
on the Hill-Renko shooting,

a good one that might not wait
on the judicial process.

You're on dangerous ground, Furillo.

All I'm saying is you could
save us a lot of time.

How so?

I think I can persuade the D.A.
to reject these charges

against you, Mr. Perez,

in exchange for your cooperation.

As your attorney of record,
I feel I'd be remiss

if I didn't, uh,
read you the facts of life.

Now, if I were the D.A., Mr. Perez,

looking for an easy win,
I'd say you're it:

a 3-time loser facing grand theft,

illegal possession of a firearm,
obstruction of justice,

and who knows what else
if the captain here

decides to search your residence.

So you've got two choices.

You can let me try
for rejection of charges

in exchange for your telling the police

where you got the .357,

or you can play macho man
and get the book jammed up your nose.

(speaking Spanish)

(shouting in Spanish)

(shouting)

(pants)

I'd like to get a piece of him, Frank.

Okay, come on, you two.
We're through in here.

Let's go. Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

-Wait a minute, Captain.
-(Perez couple speaking Spanish)

Miss Davenport?

Great system up here.

You give me back my birds, man!

You tell that rusty fool
to fetch me back my birds!

-No white-faced jolly-too-good gonna...
-Okay, okay. All right.

-Okay! All right.
-Takes my animals!

I got the power, fat boy,

-and there's gonna be pins in your doll.
-Get him out of here, Renko.

Y'all want to put this
in the evidence bin, Leo?

One Rhode Island Red, deceased.

How you doing, Freddie?

What a shame. Good-looking chicken.

-Voodoo, huh?
-Yeah, it's terrible.

They had that hot llama stuck
up on the altar

-when I busted in there.
-No, they were executing Cookie?

No, I got a stay of execution
from the SPCA.

Took it back to the zoo. It was terrible.

(coughing)

That don't sound too good.

You want a bowl of soup
or something, Freddie?

Uh, roll call's empty.
You can sleep down there.

He claims he got it in trade
for a television set

from someone calling himself George

who used to do odd jobs for D-Boy Liquors
over on Richmond Avenue.

George supposedly bought it
off the owner--

Excuse me, Ray.
Hill and Renko just checked in.

Maybe you ought to take them aside.

This George character,
does he have a last name?

Perez says he's a rail gypsy,
but he hasn't seen him since.

Send Larue and Washington
down to D-Boy Liquors.

-Have them put it to the owner.
-What about Perez and the ladies?

Seems to me they've been dealt
a rejection of charges

by the D.A.

Isn't that true, Captain?

As soon as you've got their statements,
you can let them go, Ray.

All right.

Francis, uh, what about Hill and Renko?

Let's see what Larue and Washington
come up with first.

I'd hate stirring them up for nothing.

Esterhaus wouldn't give me a clue,

but the word is
they found a .357 this morning,

and they connected it with
a Puerto Rican terrorist group.

Oh, excuse me, excuse me.

Make way for deposit. Hey, fellas.

Oh, look who we have here.

Gentlemen, have you met my new protégé?

I'm teaching him to live life
in the fast lane.

Yeah, did you tell them how I had
to get your night stick back for you,

you rasty-faced fool?

Do you know what that means,
rasty-faced fool?

I don't either.
Anyway, 8:00 tonight, my place,

fresh deck of cards
and all the money you can lose.

How about it?

-We got a report to write.
-Yeah, we gotta go.

-I thought that you were going to play.
-Sorry.

Did I say something wrong?

I don't know.

Hmm.

Let me tell you, lady, never in my career
have I seen machines this brutalized.

Inhumanly brutalized!

Hey, don't I know you?

You're on television.
You're... don't tell me, uh...

Cynthia Chase.

-No, not her.
-No, but I am her.

-Really?
-Well, yes.

I watch you all the time.

Thank you. I'm glad.

Cynthia Chase.

WOMAN: Ma'am, can you turn the radio down?

I can't hear you.

Uh, sir, you...

Having trouble?

Well, this machine doesn't want
to cough up my yogurt.

Allow me.

-(kicks the machine)
-(machine beeps)

You just have to know how to touch.

Thanks. Um?

I trust you're having a profitable visit.

I'd say it falls somewhere
between a five and a one.

Mm, don't say. I'm sorry to hear that.

It's not that I didn't expect
a certain amount of runaround,

you understand,
it's just that I was hoping that...

look, I understand
that it must be very scary out there,

and I know it must be hard for
you guys to talk about it,

especially to outsiders, but I--

Then you must be hanging out
with the scared crowd.

I'm in the middle of
an investigation right now,

the Melchel film.

Tape.

Yeah. You know what I mean.

I somehow thought that
the investigators investigated.

(chuckles) Yeah, well, they've been
known to help out.

Let's go, man.

Esterhaus wants us to take the guy home.

Poor guy.
His wife's going to have him neutered.

It's called the black van.

Three or four prostitutes
will cruise an area turning tricks inside.

If they think that a john
has got a lot of money on him

or if he's getting out of line,

they'll rip him off
and they'll toss him out the back.

-And that's what happened to him?
-Oh, not according to him.

According to him,
it was nine 8-foot black dudes

carrying spears.

Hey, listen, I'll, uh,
catch you later, okay?

(inaudible chattering)

Can you hang a date on what day that was?

Look, I don't know.

Come on, it was at least six months ago.

Please, have a heart.

Have a heart, you guys.
Let me explain you something.

That was an unregistered firearm.
That's 1,000 bucks to the judge.

George said you gave it to him,
and George is an ex-con.

It's very serious, Mr. DiCarlo.

No, no, no, no, no, he took it from me.

I didn't give it to him.

Now, I swear that's the truth.

Okay, okay, uh, just let me think, huh?

Give me a second.

Wait a minute. I, uh,

I found a thing
after I reorganized the shelves.

That was back late March,
early April, around Easter.

Well, what's the big deal, anyway?

So I kept the gun. I'm sorry.

Two police officers
were shot down with that gun

less than half a block from here.

We've had every cop in this precinct
looking for that weapon for six months.

135 cops obstructed by you, Mr. DiCarlo.

Are you putting the blame on me, huh?

Are you putting the bl... oh, come on.

Now, you get your own act together.

I been ripped off here about eight times,

and the only time I see your boys

is when they want a case
wholesale or something,

so stop laying the crap on me.

(panting)

Look, how was I supposed to know that
that had anything to do with this, huh?

Look, uh, I don't want to put
anybody on the dime, you know?

Especially me, but, well, um...

maybe out of left field,
but I had an inkling.

You see, uh, there's this guy
keeps coming in here.

He's a nice kid. Ex-junkie.

Kid got a name?

Yeah, Eddie Hoban.
I cash his welfare for him.

Anyway, two days,
a week after I find the thing,

his girlfriend comes in here,
she disappears back there.

And she's on her hands and knees.

She's searching around the freezer.

I say to her, "What are you looking for?"

She gets up, she runs off.

Lady have a name?

Yeah, Sherry Marie.

You got an address on this Eddie Hoban?

You go down the corner
to Pelham and you turn right.

It's about, uh, three buildings up.

(upbeat music playing)

(dog barking)

(telephone rings)

(ring)

Eddie, telephone!

Telephone for Eddie!

-Yeah?
-Be cool, Eddie.

-Turn around, put your hands on your head.
-What is this?

-WOMAN: What are you doing?
-I didn't do anything.

-Yeah.
-WOMAN: What are you doing?

-I never.
-Okay, come on up, babe.

-It's cool. We got him.
-What has this boy done?

I ain't done nothing.

Hmm. You still here, Counselor?

I have spent the better part of an hour

trying to coax my client
out of his vampire lounge,

as someone here has chosen to call it.

While I hunger for your body, Counselor,

I find I'm stuck with
tuna fish on whole wheat.

He loves it down there.

He's watching television.
Someone gave him a television set.

All part of the new image.

He's an outpatient, Furillo.

Outpatients must either be
released to custody

or bound over to mental evaluation.

That's the law.

Hey, seriously, I thought you two
were out of here hours ago.

Ray, would you help the counselor

pry her client loose
from the vampire lounge?

(sighs) Frank.

Phil?

Would you help Miss Davenport
with her client, please?

Appreciate it, pizza man.

I've not only had clients
unlawfully detained.

At present I have a client
who has vanished

into a bureaucratic black hole,

physically lost somewhere in the system.

Your pervert, as I recall, Miss Davenport.

Alleged pervert, Sergeant.

I stand corrected, Counselor.

(Phil sighs)

Visitors, Mr. Dracula.

I think we'd better call the captain.

Please.

Please.

I told maintenance to check walls
and ceilings for leaks.

I told them to cover all pipes
with real lath and plaster.

Look at it. We couldn't have
made it easier for him,

and we never thought to check.

Your warning's on record, Francis.

Small thanks for that.

Wouldn't want it off the record, would we?

Take it easy.

He was fine.

When I left him, he was fine.

We know that.

Want someone to drive you home?

Larue and Washington just came in.

What's odd is we were probably
more obliging to this one

than we are to most.

In fact, we probably overdid it

because nobody took him too seriously…

not me, not you either, Counselor,

and nobody bothered to check on him.

Sorry for the speech.

You okay?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

(dramatic music playing)

I swear, I've never even seen
that gun before.

I mean, I don't even know
how to use one of these things.

That's the truth, man.

I swear to God.

Tell me about last March, Eddie.

Where were you?

Last March?

Here. I was here.

Do better than that.

Start on the 1st of March.

You kidding me?

I can't remember that,
I mean, that's six, seven, six months ago.

Maybe Sherry Marie
would help you remember.

She was living with you then, right?

Yeah.

You got her phone number, babe?

No. I mean, we split up.

Ahem.

You know how that goes.

Ahem.

Hey, uh, you suppose I could get
a drink of water

-or something like that?
-Oh, sure thing.

You want something to eat?

No, thanks. That's okay.

Put Sherry Marie's name
down on the pad for me,

will you, babe?

-First and last.
-Sure.

That half a bag's not even mine, man.

I mean, I was just holding that for a guy.

We're not worried about your dope, Eddie.

Appreciate that, Eddie.

We just want to know
where you were last March.

Why don't we start with Sundays?

What do you do on Sundays in March?

(laughs)

I...

(sighs)

So, how about some cream and coffee?

Sugar.

What you say, lover?

Say okay, Bobby.

What's going on in that
interrogation room?

You catch a big fish?

Mm-mm. Little fish.
I'm making him swim in this.

No doubt a purveyor of dangerous
narcotic substances, right?

-No doubt whatsoever.
-No doubt whatsoever.

Well, well, here comes your better half.

What's going on, babe? What's the problem?

Well, the problem
at this particular time is recruitment.

We had a game scheduled
for tonight with eight people.

Now it's just me and Bobby,
we'd like to know what the deal is.

Better reschedule it.
Maybe tonight's a bad night.

No, what we're saying, man,
is that we've been getting

the back of people's heads all day
and getting one-word answers,

and everyone in this room
keeps staring at that door.

I mean, what's going on, man?

I mean, if something's going on
in there that concerns me--

-Excuse me, guys.
-Sure, Henry.

Henry, just a minute.

(telephone rings)

(ring)

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

Take a seat in viewing, you two.
I'll be with you in a minute.

Go on in, Henry.

Take a seat in viewing.

Let's find the girlfriend.

You know, I don't like this one damn bit.

I think we're getting
set up for something.

Did you see him in there? I mean...

All right. So what?

-I mean, why are you worried?
-I don't know.

It's just street trash
like that can work you up

one side of the street and down the other.
You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Okay,

I've kept you in the clear on this
as long as I could,

but that doesn't seem to be
working anymore.

Detective Goldblume
is gonna bring in some suspects.

I want you to tell me
if you recognize anyone.

Okay, Henry.

What does this relate to, Captain?

Have them turn around, Henry, all the way.

Oh, God, that's him.

This guy right here on the right.
This guy right here.

Okay, sit down, Renko.

Don't tell me to sit down.
That's the guy that shot me.

That's all, Henry. Sit down.

I could pick a guy like that
out of a 200-mile lineup.

What about you, Bobby?

Bobby?

(exhales)

Yeah, that's him.

You don't forget about a thing
like that as long as you live.

No way, not as long as you live.

Damn! You got him.

Okay, we'll meet with the
prosecutor in the morning.

Bobby, meantime, I don't want you
to discuss this with anybody.

Bobby?

I think we can make this kid
circumstantially.

I think we can do that.

Okay, that's all.

(sentimental music playing)

Okay.

Francis, I just finished the go-around
with psychiatric.

They confirmed the suspect
in a drug rehabilitation program

with a Doctor Shimmert.

Get this,
on the afternoon of the shooting,

he signed in at 1:10 P.M.,
signed out at 4:55 P.M.,

attending his regular 50-minute session.

Psychiatric is less than ten blocks

from the scene of the shooting.

It's conceivable he signed in,
got restless,

and went out for some action.

A lot can happen in two hours.

Wait a minute.

Henry, would you
come out here a second, please?

Henry, what's the setup
at County Psychiatric?

Between the time a patient signs in

and the time he sees his doctor,
how free is it up there?

Can we walk out without signing out?

It's possible.

It's a busy place.

Look, Frank, for what it's worth,

I knew that kid in there before
when he was shooting up three times a day.

When he says he's never
picked up a gun, I believe him.

Renko I.D.'d him, Henry.

I don't believe it, Frank. I'm sorry.

(sighs)

You're being charged
with the attempted homicide

of two officers during
the commission of a felony.

You're also charged
with possession of heroin

at the time of arrest.

We're now going to transfer you
to the Michigan Avenue complex.

I swear to God, man,
I didn't shoot anybody.

It's going to be okay, son.

(water dripping)

MAN: It's raining cats and dogs out there.

-MAN: Get something warm.
-MAN 2: You want to get some soup?

(knocks)

You're soaking wet.

I drove to the shore and back.

With the top down?

It's stuck. (laughs, sniffles)

I couldn't get it up.

I just want you to know
I don't blame you for what happened today.

Don't blame yourself, either.

I just feel so awful.

Excuse me, Captain. Arrest reports.
Want to sign them?

-Is the morning okay?
-Sure.

-(sighs)
-Want me to go home with you?

(sentimental music playing)

Are you going to cry?

Yes, you are.

(theme music playing)