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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues…

I think it is the gun
that shot Hill and Renko.

-Yeah.
-Watch out! Watch out!

-(tires squealing)
-(car crashing)

A butcher and his apprentice

are being held hostage in a meat locker
by a couple of kids.

HECTOR: $100,000 and a plane to Cuba.

Hector, that's no answer.

Neither is Juvenile Hall, man.

There's almost $20,000 worth
of choice beef in there.

I'm concerned about those people in there.

No Soyets, no plastique.
Just secure the scene. Period.

Whatever you say, Frank.

But, you know, that kid in there
ain't exactly Beaver Cleaver.

HECTOR: You want a hostage so bad?

-Well, I'm gonna give you one right now.
-(gunshots)

Well, it wasn't exactly
an exchange of gunfire.

They, uh… They shot up some meat.

Please don't say anything
to inflame the situation.

Captain, let's try not
to manage the news, shall we?

Who the hell cares
what happens to me, huh?

Me. I care, Hector.

-(indistinct station chatter)
-ESTERHAUS: Item nine.

Item nine.

As regards the midday sightings

of various Hill Street personnel
in and around the premises

of one Tung Ho Oriental
Massage Parlor on Elmwood…

(scattered chuckling)

Be forewarned, said on-duty recreating

is strictly prohibited

per Code 3, Paragraph A
of Divisional policy.

-MAN 1: Right.
-MAN 2: I knew that.

ESTERHAUS: Item 10.

The black van file, still open and active.

The most recent assault being…

the robbery of a suburban father of four,

marooned for over three hours yesterday

on the median divider
of the Crosstown Expressway.

As with the other victims,
the only item of clothing left him

were his socks.

(scattered snickering)

Be reminded, the description
of said assailants has been modified,

from six large males
to three female prostitutes.

You will note their descriptions
on the second section of

Officer Hingle's handout.

You will also note that that black van
is not necessarily black,

but merely an M.O.

So, let's be observant out there,

and endeavor to apprehend
these individuals.

Item 11.

Because of his need
for volunteer counselors,

one or two minutes shall now be allotted
to Lieutenant Howard Hunter,

concerning…

HUNTER: Camp Guadalcanal, gentlemen.

(unimpressed muttering)

Thank you, Sergeant.

Camp Guadalcanal, gentlemen.

Where the ghetto streets end
and manhood begins.

Where democracy plays one-on-one
with the domino theory,

and protective reaction is not
just a fourth-down call.

MAN: Hike!

Now, as some of us already know,
Camp Guadalcanal is run by this department

in conjunction with the local army
Special Forces volunteers.

Where, and for how long?

For three electrifying summers

in the wild interiors
of Allegheny State Park.

(murmuring, scoffing)

I'm not gonna waste your valuable time,

and mine,

by going into the short strokes,

but as you can see,
our regimen, as always,

is the same heck of a turn-on.

Four intensive weeks
of physical conditioning,

including field maneuvers,

full-equipment 10K, hand-to-hand combat,

along with our traditional
classroom disciplines

of third-world topographies,

elementary infiltration,
and a teen guide to Rommel.

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)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(phone ringing)

What gives, Henry?

I'm trying to write
a letter to Chief Daniels.

The man is certifiable, Alf.

He belongs in the V.A. hospital,
under maximum sedation.

I don't know about that, Henry.

I'd cool off
before I did anything I'd regret.

I don't care. Do not think that the man
is not dangerous, Alf, because he is.

Those are kids he's trying to make
into military gangsters.

-Alf, Henry.
-ESTERHAUS: What's the trouble?

For openers, my dry cleaners
burned down last night.

Four suits gone. Up in smoke.

Not the brown modified tweed
with the little blue specks?

The highlight of your wardrobe, Francis.

Frank, I'm a 39 Regular,

in case you need something
to hold you over.

I'm a 46 Regular, Frank,
depending on the cut.

Hey, it's okay. Thanks.

Don't worry about it.

Worry about this.

"Ling Ling Gives Birth to Panda Twins"?

-No, no, Phil. That one.
-"Merchants Form Urban Coalition.

Dekker Avenue Merchants Association
vows to fight crime"?

Sounds well-intentioned, Francis.

GOLDBLUME: I didn't know
they had an association.

Neither did they,
until that news team showed up.

She was down there covering
that supermarket stickup. Remember?

Swanson called this morning.

Seems our Ms. Chase did a vigilante story
on the six o'clock news.

-Life follows video.
-Listen, she's gonna be around here

quite a lot the rest of this week,

finishing up
that precinct documentary of hers.

So, let's try to monitor
her activities. Okay?

Aw, gee, Frank,

I'd hate to have us accused
of managing the media.

What I guess I mean is, uh…

you'd just like us to provide
her with a little guidance.

Well put, Henry.

Listen, Eddie Hoban sits
for that lie detector test

this morning at ten o'clock, I think.

So let's start calling down there
for the results around 11:30, okay?

Right, Francis. You want this?

No, you be aggravated for a while.

(phone ringing)

Sarge, I got a couple of messages for you.

This guy, I don't know.

He wanted to know
if you'd gotten his card yet.

He didn't want to leave a number,
and his name is Kermit Trench.

That is a "K" on there. (chuckles)

Kermit Trench.

Kermit Trench?

Is he out?

(clamoring)

Hey! Everybody shut up and stand still.

(yelling): I said shut up!

(normal volume):
Mr. Viatoro, what's going on?

-We want this punk arrested.
-CROWD: Yeah! That's right!

Mr. Arcanian here caught him
ripping off a fifth of tequila

from his liquor department.

Not the first time, either,
the little punk's hit me.

Epstein, Mrs. Miles,

tell him about your cash register,
what he did.

Grabbed the key from me
and opened the drawer.

Take your hands off me!

-I didn't do nothing!
-(all clamoring)

ESTERHAUS: All right. Easy, easy!

-FURILLO: Hold it.
-Settle down!

-MAN 1: Settle down.
-MAN 2: Settle down.

-FURILLO: Put the kid in Holding.
-Yeah, I got him.

(all clamoring)

Mr. Viatoro, since you seem--
Hold it. Turn off the camera.

Turn it off, and take a seat in my office.

-Excuse me. Excuse me.
-COMPLAINANT 1: Why can't she do it?

-Please, Ms. Chase. Let's go. Come on.
-COMPLAINANT 2: Afraid?

COMPLAINANT 3:
Don't want her to film it, is that it?

In the office.

-You people are always saying…
-Hushing it up.

Since you seem to be in charge here,
would you like to give me one good reason

why I shouldn't arrest
each and every one of you?

(overlapping angry protesting)

Talk to me.

Okay, this is nothing personal here, okay?

I mean, we know how hard it is.

The fact of the matter is,
you guys can't protect us. Okay?

-That's right.
-We can't go on the way we are.

So, we formed this association.
This is only a part of us.

WOMAN: The Dekker Avenue
Merchants Association.

Protective Association.

We're not leaving this
building till that kid gets booked,

and we get sanctioned
by the police department.

-That's right.
-FURILLO: Okay, that's clear, I hear you.

Uh, Phil, would you please
show Mr. Viatoro and his group

into the roll call room, please.

All right. Let's move
along downstairs, folks.

(shouting): We can interface
more comfortably down there.

Everything will be spoken about
and taken care of.

All right. Come on. Let's…

WOMAN: What kind of a thing is roll call?

Captain, we're not just making noise here.

Know that.

-Ray, would you get me Division?
-Okay.

RENKO: I figure they'll start Hoban off
with easy questions.

What's the capital of France?
How many grams in an ounce of smack?

But when they start talking
about that shooting,

that needle's gonna jump off the graph
as sure as Hawaiians fry pineapple.

Well, I don't know.
I read a lot about polygraphs

and believe me,
they're not that conclusive.

Don't believe everything you read.
It's money in the bank.

Okay, right here on the left?
That's my dentist's office.

I know. I know.
You've only been coming to see this guy

every Tuesday morning, like clockwork.

You got a problem with that?

We're touchy this morning, aren't we?

I was just thinking that
with all the renovation he's doing,

you still look like
the same old Renko to me,

I'm sad to say.

Well, it's just defensive orthodontia.

Just some subtle readjustment
in the Renko bite.

You know how women feel
about the Renko bite.

Yes, I sure do. They say it's…
(blows raspberry)

-Thanks a lot.
-(laughing)

I'll pick you up later on.

The Renko bite. (scoffs)

I don't know.

He says nothing's different,
but I've got a real keen radar

for that sort of thing,
and ever since this new woman

come into his life…

I don't know.

Do you suppose that
you might be experiencing some jealousy?

(scoffs)

Jealous? Me? Uh-uh.

How can I be jealous of
someone I never even met? Uh-uh.

(sighs): No, that's not it.
See, this is how it is.

Bobby and me,
we been real close for a long time.

We used to do everything together.

We double-dated,
we went out and played racquetball,

we went to bars
and got all crazy and did everything.

But, suddenly,
he won't even talk to me about her.

And when I say, like,
let's go out and have dinner or something,

he just gets kind of weird on me,
it's like…

It's like he's trying to cut,
cut me out of his life or something.

Maybe he's afraid that you won't like her?

Won't like her?
Now what kind of question is that?

Won't like her?
She's his squeeze, not mine.

All I'm suggesting…

is that two men,

as close as you are,

who have to trust each other
and depend on each other.

There's a lot of love between you,
and I think that your disapproval

would be very painful to him.

(sighs)

Well, I can't see it.

No, I just can't see it at all.

-Why don't you ask him?
-Because it's not the reason.

It's something else.

It's gotta be.

WASHINGTON: Thought you were gonna
stay in last night, man.

-I did.
-Mm-hmm.

That Brazilian chick came over
with some jays and a fifth of rum.

-Can you get anything down yet, honey?
-(sighs)

-(chuckles)
-Got a special today on I.V. units.

(chuckles) Bring him
a chilled tomato juice with lemon,

Tabasco and a fresh grapefruit
on the side, will ya, babe?

-How you doing, Daphne?
-Hello there, little heifer.

How are ya?

You're looking a little off-color there
this morning, J.D.

You know, I hate cop hangouts.

-(groans) So, is that Friday night?
-Yeah. They're gonna play the Celtics.

I tell ya, it's gonna be a good game.

Maybe you and your lady
would like to come.

I'll get a chance to meet
the future Mrs. Hill.

No one's rushing into anything, cowboy.

How about Friday night?

Thanks, but we're kinda tied up.
You know, the family.

Would you take a look at this?
This happens every time I come in here.

I swear, do you hose this place off
every time I come in here?

WOMAN: Do you want a refill?

-(sighs)
-You must have had one mean session, man.

You've been in a foul mood
ever since that appointment.

I'm just concerned about this Hoban thing.

I wish they'd get their act together
and get that boy to trial.

-I could save this city a lot of money.
-You'll get your day in court.

Especially now plainclothes
caught him for you.

Why don't you let it be, Harris?

Hey, anything you say, booga, booga.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Harris.
Who you calling booga, booga?

Hey, what's the big deal, Renko?

Give us a break.
I heard what you call him.

It's 'cause he's my partner, Harris!

He's my main squeeze,

and I can call him anything I want to,
and he can do the same with me.

You try it,
and I'm gonna change your face.

-MAN: Renko, take it easy.
-Get your hands off me.

Santini, you better stay loose,
or you and the mouth

won't last one month up on the Hill.

Let's see if we can get us some fresh air.

Why don't you do that?

Oh, man.

I ain't never coming in here again.

Come on.

So, what you gonna have, huh?

(distant phones ringing,
typewriters clacking)

Harris was most abusive.

The taller one, Harris,
called me every name in the book.

I wasn't resisting.

I was just trying
to explain something to him,

-and he wouldn't listen to me.
-Mr. Krinsky has a medical problem

which required his making
two trips to the men's room.

We have medical affidavits.

Now, this arresting report alleges…

This is total, fabricated garbage.

I am not interested in little boys.

I just use the public bathroom
in the park.

The doctor told me to walk.

-(paper ripping)
-All right.

I'm sorry. We owe you one, Mr. Krinsky.

But in the future,
do us both a favor, please.

Get yourself a medical card and carry it.

-Leo, get him a ride, please.
-Right away.

I hope we can meet again,
under more pleasant circumstances.

LEO: It'll be just a minute, Mr. Krinsky.

What's with that kid in there?
It seems to me we both just witnessed

an assault on that child
by your Dekker Avenue vigilantes.

Ah, excuse us, please.
That kid in there is a very big problem.

We bust him,
turn him over to the Youth Authority,

and they spit him right back
out onto Dekker Avenue.

Under the circumstances,
I'd say they exercised a lot of control.

What's it gonna be with him?
You're not going to book him.

You haven't even investigated the charges.

Gonna let his parole officer
take care of that.

-That's assuming he's guilty.
-He is. Repeatedly.

I suppose Hector Ruiz
is an angel by comparison.

Two market holdups, five hostages.

He's different.

You mean, you chose to make him different.

What's happening with him anyway?

I'm working on a change of facility.
So far, six turndowns.

You ought to send that out right away.

The older the stain,
the harder it is to, uh…

Sort of like relationships.

Is that a warning or an observation?

I'm having one of those
philosophical days.

-Got to once in a while.
-Yeah, me, too.

My cleaners burned down last night.

Four suits gone, poof.

Not that brown tweedy thing
with the little blue specks?

-Uh-huh.
-That's a blessing.

-Hey.
-Look, you've got a birthday coming up.

Suppose we go down to Charles St. Ives?

Charles St. Ives?

I can't even afford one of his hangers,
much less--

Charles St. Ives?

I'm not your ex-husband, Counselor.

-Joyce's treat.
-I don't think so.

I'm a big boy.
I'm used to dressing myself.

Undressing is another matter.

I really hate
that stubborn streak in you, Furillo.

-No, you don't.
-Excuse me.

Your office on line five, Ms. Davenport.

-You can take it on my phone.
-Thank you. Yes, I do.

Ray's got Commander Swanson
on seven, Frank.

We didn't think you'd want to take it
in your office.

Ray filled him in
on that sanctioning business.

-Furillo.
-(Swanson on phone indistinct)

FURILLO: It can't wait for that, Dave.

I've got the 6:00 news
locked in my office,

and 12 angry citizens
cooling their heels in roll call.

Frank, you can handle it, can't you?
Come on.

Don't tell me to handle it, Dave.
That's a policy decision,

and policy is not made on precinct level.

Listen to me,
this is policy decision, and…

No, you listen--

Will you just talk to them, please?
You take over--

Henry, go downstairs and tell them

I'm waiting for a decision on policy
from Division.

For real?

With that news camera in there,
he doesn't have much choice.

(man mumbling indistinctly)

Phil, would you get me that

Neighborhood Watch literature,
if we still have it?

Phil, I'm talking to you.

Could you repeat that please, Francis?

-Uh, I know where it is. I'll do it.
-Oh, oh, excuse me.

(sighs)

(indistinct station chatter)

In future,
your activities within this precinct

will conform to what does not
obstruct or complicate our jobs,

not what's good for the six o'clock news.

In other words, you're limiting my access.
You're manipulating the news.

Oh, no. But while we're on
the subject of manipulation,

those 12 citizens downstairs would never
have dreamed of forming a vigilante group

unless somebody put the idea
into their heads.

That somebody was you
on your news special last night,

so I'm told.

Good timing. It happens.

That hardly justifies you trying to alter
the reality of this event.

Oh, climb off it. You alter reality
every time you point a camera at it.

What about that market stickup
two days ago?

You tried to turn that into a protest
for Puerto Rican statehood.

May I interpret that to mean that
you're against Puerto Rican statehood?

Not bad.

You do have a gift
for steering conversation.

Is this the old shift
to the soft sell, Captain?

Look, what bothers me about you,

and about cops in general,
is you don't seem to want to turn around,

stop for a minute, and find out
who your friends really are.

-You, for instance.
-Maybe me.

But the people downstairs definitely are.

They're good people. They're on your side.

All they want
is what they've got a right to have.

And you're not giving it to them.

They can't walk down a street
day or night.

How can you blame them
for doing what they're doing?

If you owned a business on Dekker Avenue,
you'd be out there in front of the group.

Maybe I would.

But that's not the issue.

The point is, those people are not cops.

Suppose they lock horns with, say,
the Gypsy or-or the Blood…

or-or the Dragon, or--

not to mention the 11 other gangs
using Dekker Avenue.

You're underestimating the power
and competency of these people.

And I think you underestimate
how ugly it can get out there

and how fast it can happen.

So, you're not gonna sanction
this merchants group, are you?

You're just gonna cool them off down there

-and send them home.
-No.

Division wants us to reinstitute
a Neighborhood Watch.

Oh, great. That program's a joke,
and you know it.

-It's the biggest scam in town.
-It helps us.

It appeases them.

Well, suppose we just
take the time to find out?

That's not a hell of a lot to ask, is it?

Bernard, would you set up downstairs?

-The captain will be down in a minute.
-Got ya.

Okay?

You're still here.
I'd call that a victory of sorts.

I would call it more like
a temporary cease-fire.

He thinks that I provoked
the Dekker Street merchants.

-Is he right?
-Someone had to.

You mind if I didn't hear that?

What do you know about him?

I don't know. What's to know about him?

-Is he married?
-I think he used to be.

I'm not wild about his taste in suits,
if that's any help.

If he weren't a cop…

I…

(chuckles)

Well, I'll see you later.

(indistinct station chatter)

Still here, Counselor?

Charles St. Ives.
Six o'clock appointment, Furillo.

Frank.

Excuse me, Ms. Davenport.
I just called downtown.

-Hoban's lie detector is inconclusive.
-Hoban?

He's the one who pulled the trigger
in the Hill and Renko shooting.

Yes. We're turning him loose.

What about possession of heroin?

It was not on his person,
so they will not prosecute.

See if you can raise
Hill and Renko for me.

And when Harris and Santini come back,
tell them I want to see them, too.

All right.

(group muttering, unimpressed)

Captain, hear this.
We're not just going home.

We're gonna continue organizing
and getting our cause on television.

Because this…
This is an insult to our intelligence.

We're gonna get carry permits
and the power to make arrests.

With or without your backing.

Like I said before,
it's nothing personal, Captain.

It's just gotta get done.

Miss Chase.

Andy, find your partner
and come to my office.

Well, I don't believe it.
He couldn't have.

So it goes, Renko.
It's the way it lays out.

So, big deal. So, he Zens out
and passes some dumb lie detector test.

What's that got to do
with him going to trial?

There isn't going to be any trial.

The evidence is purely circumstantial.

And the results of his tests
tip the scales just enough in his favor

so that the D.A. says
we don't have a case.

Circumstantial? Am I circumstantial?

Is he? Twelve weeks combined
in a hospital bed, two of them in a coma.

Is that circumstantial?

You put me on that stand.
I'll give them a case.

Bobby didn't see him,
so it's just your word against his,

and believe me,
his lawyer will take your testimony

and rip it to shreds
without even breaking a sweat.

You know what I think?

Yeah, I think I do,
so just cool down and have a seat. Okay?

What's your vision,
Andy, without your glasses?

Come on, that's the first question
his lawyer's gonna ask, so answer it.

-20/40.
-It's 20/50.

You weren't wearing glasses
when you walked in that hallway, were you?

What kind of lighting was
in that hallway? Come on!

Was it incandescent,
a ceiling fixture, wall, what?

-It was daylight.
-Just answer the question.

It was, um, it was that overhead lighting,
that kind of incandescent--

It was neither, Renko.
There was no lighting at all.

The windows were boarded over.
So, let's get this straight.

You walked into an unlighted hallway.
You have 20/50 vision.

The afternoon sun was still in your eyes,
and within two seconds,

according to your own deposition,
you got smacked.

I'm sorry.
It's not that I don't believe you.

It's the way it plays in court.

I just didn't want you to walk out of here

thinking that I don't share
your anger and frustration.

We all do.

Just take the rest of the day off.

It happens, you guys. I'm sorry.

(theme music playing)

(door opens)

(door slams)

Awful quiet in there, Bobby.

I don't think I heard you
as much as clear your throat.

What's there to say?

Words gonna change anything?

May make you easier to live with,
but let me tell you something, Renko,

whatever it is that's eating at you,
I've just about had enough of it.

-Oh, is that so?
-Yeah.

Well, besides my life,

and this lousy system I work in,
what's eating at me is you.

Me? Why? Because I wouldn't lie
about seeing the shooting?

I can't do that.

And I told you why. Now,
if you want me to tell you again, I will.

No, no, no. Actually, what's bothering me
is how you've been since then.

You've cut me out of your life, man.

Let me tell you, you can be one cold slice
when you want to be.

My life's not my own.
You know, with Pamela and the kids.

(angrily): No. I do not know Pamela.

I do not know the kids,

because you have not
introduced them to me.

Not even once.

That's not the way it is.
And you gotta understand.

Understand what? My own partner
doesn't want me in his house?

I am housebroken, Bobby.

I haven't messed on the rug in years now.

Or maybe it's her.
Maybe she just don't cotton to white boys.

She is white.
And I know how you feel about that.

Oh, you do, do you?

That's because you know me so well.

Because you're the world's foremost expert
on Andrew Renko, huh?

Guys?

Excuse me.

I just wanted to get
in my two cents' worth.

We know, Sarge. We know you know the kid.

Well, maybe this isn't the time.

But…

I think we'd be doing ourselves a favor
if we try to consider the possibility

that Eddie Hoban didn't pull that trigger.

I'm just suggesting we try it.

(chuckles)

Seems like it hits you
everywhere you turn these days, don't it?

Accept this, accept that, cope with this,
deal with that,

understand where he's coming from,
identify with his situation…

I swear, I don't know anymore.

I just don't understand anymore.

It's just words, man.

-Smoke and words.
-Come on, man--

No, no, that's all right. I…

I can do that.

I swear I can.

I'll catch you all later.

Sorry. I just thought
it might help a little.

That's all right.

(chuckling): You never know with him.

I can't say that I don't blame him.

(downbeat music playing)

(sighs)

Frank, sorry about this,

but how long before you can reassemble
that Dekker Avenue group?

-Why?
-We're going to legitimize

-their association.
-(pencil clatters)

What did you tell me on the phone?

You said no, categorically no.

This is straight from Chief Daniels.

He wants them to have
space to work out of,

two-way radios,
C.P.R. training, the works.

-Gun permits?
-Soon as they qualify.

Dave, this is crazy! I won't stand for it.

Don't zing me, Frank. My hands are tied.

You know how Daniels gets
with the media on his back.

What I think's going on

is he's thinking about
running for mayor again.

I know. And I'm sorry.
But that's the new policy.

If that's a coffee stain,
I'd put club soda on it.

(door closes)

Commander,

are you sanctioning the Dekker Avenue
Merchants Association?

-(phone ringing)
-Captain Furillo will lay it out for you.

Excuse me.

Hill Street.

-Phil? Telephone.
-Cindy?

I believe it's Trench.

Let me tell him you're gone.

He'll only call back.

I mean gone, as in muerte.

Esterhaus.

-Move it, dog breath. Bates?
-Yeah.

Can you book this garbage for me?
I gotta blow outta here. I'm late.

-Mick, I got a ton of paperwork.
-You can have the collar.

-That's a different story.
-Sit down!

He lifted this baby
from Abe's Socialist TV and Appliances.

Nice. Cute little guy, huh?

-Name?
-Lewis. Robert Q.

-Phil. A word?
-Of course, Henry.

Look, I know it's none of my business,
but Ray took the liberty

of confiding your situation to me,
and I'm-I'm concerned.

Why don't you just send a unit out,
pick the guy up, and bring him in?

For what? He hasn't done anything.

Phil, you've got nothing to prove
by going out there.

A man does what he has to, Henry.

(sighing): Okay. Listen.

I know you don't go much for nonfiction,

but, uh…

Would you consider…

giving this a browse
before you make up your mind

about meeting Trench?

-Your Kind, My Kind, Humankind.
-By Helmut Shimmerfeldt.

Now, it's not his best work.
It reads a little simplistically

but the guy's got
some basically valid things to say

about the way we men
confuse ego with duty.

-A lot of it is hormonal actually.
-I don't know, Henry.

Read it.

-WOMAN: Sure.
-MAN: Get a cab, all right?

(indistinct station chatter)

MAN: Hey, how you doing?

-(water running)
-Sarge, what're you doing?

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, Mick.

What is that supposed to mean?
Does that mean something?

That means that
I have an appointment with destiny.

You're going out to meet
that hair bag Trench, aren't you?

Word gets around, huh?

Look, I promised Debbie
I'd pick her up at art class.

-Lemme cancel that and come along.
-Uh-uh.

Maybe I could rip his stomach out for you.

-(metal scraping)
-Okay. I'll only back you up.

I don't want any piece of the collar.

Mick, I appreciate your loyalty.

And pound for pound,

there's not another officer
I would rather have covering my dorsal.

There are times when a man, if he's a man,

does what a man must do.

(zips jacket)

Perhaps it's hormonal.

(intense music playing)

TRENCH: That's far enough.

I've been waiting a long time for this.

Make your move.

I ain't armed.

We both know you don't need a weapon
to kill a man, Trench.

That's far enough.

I only got one thing to say.

Your dime.

I love you, Phil.

I think you've been
in the slam too long, Kermit.

I mean, in a spiritual sense.

I've been saved

by the love of our Savior, Jesus Christ.

I, uh, had what you call an epiphany

up there in the stir.

All them long, empty days,

terror-filled nights.

Men screaming.

Me, lying there

thinking of all the terrible crimes
I did over the years.

The time we shot it out
in this alley here. Remember?

Indelibly.

I had to do something
to keep from going nuts.

I started reading the Bible.
One thing led to another.

I was reborn.

I don't know what to say.

I'll be a happy man…

if you can say you forgive me
for the pain and suffering I caused you.

Consider yourself forgiven.

-Take it. It's my Bible.
-No, I couldn't. Mm-mmm.

(slaps Bible in hand)

(sentimental music playing)

God bless you, Phil.

Unarmed, unarmed,
unarmed woman coming through.

Look, Mom, no gun.

(police chattering, laughing)

-Frank!
-Hi, Fay. How are you?

I'm fine. Great stain.

-Thanks for coming up here.
-I appreciate being invited.

-What, am I under arrest?
-I got this kid I made a promise to.

-I need a favor.
-If you're trying to bail out of taking

-Frank Jr. to the basketball game--
-Whoa.

I don't mean Frank Jr.

He's a 15-year-old
Puerto Rican kid named Hector.

He's been in and out
of Juvenile Authority since he was 12.

No father, a mother who works.

Mmm. That sounds familiar.

Bright, gifted, and very troubled.

I'm afraid if we don't get him
out of the system now,

he's never gonna get out.

Well, what do you want
me to do? Adopt him?

He could do worse.

What I'm after is a referral from Harvey
to some private institution,

-something like Stony Brook in Arizona.
-Stony Brook, sure.

I mean, that's a great idea, but, uh,

I mean, they've got a waiting list
as long as your arm.

Referrals from Juvenile Authority judges
from all over the country.

You know, you really are something, Frank.

You don't spend enough time
with your own son, and here you are,

trying to pull off
the miracle of the century

-for some street kid you don't even know.
-I do know him.

And I made him a promise.

Do I detect a little ego involvement here?

Frank, we all make promises.
And we all unmake them.

(sighs deeply)

Okay.

Let me go through Harvey's files,
and I'll make a few inquiries,

and, um, I'll see what's available.

Think you can get a letter out of him?

Sure.

Thanks. I owe you one.

More than one.

(kiss on cheek)

(loud clatter)

WOMAN: Well, I don't understand.
Should I put the shading on the left?

-WOMAN: I don't understand.
-See, the shadows, it comes up.

WOMAN: Oh, I see. Like,
if I wanna go with the background,

I should just, um, shade it--

(yelling): Debbie! Freeze it, dog lips!

MAN: What's going on?

Cover yourself.

What are you looking at, fruit ball?

Huh?

Huh? What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

DEBBIE: The regular model was out,
so I volunteered.

-Just like that?
-Understand something, Mick.

Those students were just
looking at me as a

study in form and composition.

They were stepping on their tongues.

I don't know. It just isn't right.

What would your mother say?

(chuckling): I don't care what she'd say.

I'm a fully grown woman.

I know. I saw.

Did you like me, Michael?

Oh, look, I hardly saw anything.

No, it's all right if you did.
I'm not ashamed of my body.

And I don't want you to be either. Hmm?

I really care about you,
Debbie. I mean really.

I don't want you to do that anymore.

-You mean, pose in the nude?
-Yeah.

I'll make a deal with you.

(laughing)

I won't model anymore

if you take me on a stakeout.

(both laugh)

I can't do that.

Besides, you know,
it's very dangerous out there.

I'm not afraid when I'm with you.

You are so… ferocious

-when you're angry, Mick.
-Oh…

You would get so bored. Really.
It's a lot of hanging around.

It's late at night, in cars and stuff.

-It's boring.
-I don't mind. Really.

Long as I'm with you. (chuckles)

No, I would need authorization, Debbie.

Mm.

I suppose I could ask.

-All right, I'll ask.
-(laughing)

-(indistinct police radio chatter)
-You got a girlfriend, Santini?

Yeah, since high school.

-High school?
-Yeah.

-You gonna get married?
-We talk about it.

You live together?

No.

Why not?

I don't know. We just decided. That's all.

We? Hah. She decided, that's what I think.

She's got you whipped, boy.

I'm gonna have to sit you down
and give you a long, hard lesson

in how to handle female produce.

Hey, what's this up here?

-Let's run the plate.
-Relax, we'll handle it later.

(siren blaring)

All right, ladies, all right.
Hit the pavement nice and easy.

Come on, roll it on out here.
Well, hello. (chuckles)

Holy smokes. Harris, take a look at this.

My, my, my, my, my.

It's a regular bedroom set in there,
mirrors and everything.

All right, ladies, we're gonna have
to take a little ride uptown.

What's the charge, honey?

Hey, why don't I ask the questions, honey?

Let's just assume the position.
Spread them.

Harris, Harris.

Let's just do this by the numbers.
All right?

-Let me just call in to the station.
-You really worry me, you know?

Why don't you just let me handle it, okay?

You first, honey. Lift up your sweater.

I think you must have some

-concealed weapons in there.
-Harris.

I think you better
pull it up for me, Chuck.

(screams, groans)

(suspense music playing)

(dramatic music playing)

-(siren wailing)
-(chattering)

-(coughing)
-MAN: Never a dull moment around here.

-WOMAN: Somebody get killed?
-MAN: Yeah.

-WOMAN 1: Is that a body line?
-WOMAN 2: That's what that chalk is.

WOMAN: Somebody shot a cop?

Jumped him.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(onlookers murmuring and muttering)

MAN: Okay, that's enough.
Give me that back.

-Give me that back.
-(crowd keep muttering)

(crowd murmuring, scattered laughing)

Where's Santini?

He's over there.

(car door closes)

How'd it happen?

(crying)

(theme music playing)

I'm sorry. (mumbles)

(weeping)

(theme music playing)