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NARRATOR: In the last episode
of Hill Street Blues…

Frank Jr. was listening on the other phone

while that pervert was spewing
that twisted filth at me.

I'm serious.

There's gonna be a J.D. LaRue Saloondromat
in every town in this country.

This is it, Henry-- Saloondromat.

Where the hell is Marv?

Nothing works in this place.

-No furnace, no phone, no nothing.
-I'll get him.

Wanna stop screwing around?

Marv--

Good-bye, old friend.

He did it, and we got him, and that's it.

Which adds up to murder one
for the Rodriguez kid.

It was Ma-McAurley, the councilman guy.

You got a great imagination.

What have you got
against Councilman Tom McAurley?

Not a thing.

Let Emil Schneider do it.

I'm blaming you for this screwing around,
wasting of my time.

You would never have
if you hadn't been humping for commander.

I think we're asking for it
if we don't give it a rest

until this thing is over,
and don't do that.

All we need is a rumor of collusion
between the P.D.'s office and you.

(man coughs)

Item nine-- the 400 block
of Von Steuben Avenue,

or as it's more commonly designated,
"Sniper Alley."

As you are no doubt aware,
Officers Ludwig and Carmichael

chose to disregard
this previously aforementioned item

and took a rather costly joyride
down the gauntlet last week,

precipitating notable damage to their unit

and a one-way ticket off the Hill.

So, let's take a lesson
from this episode--

parts and labor-wise,

career-wise, and otherwise,

and stay clear of that shooting gallery.

Unless you are in hot pursuit
of a major, major felon,

I don't even want you
looking up the alley.

Understand?

All right. Item 10.

We received another report
about the motorcyclist

buzzing St. Teresa's
without the benefit of clothing.

Now, he's been described
as a male Caucasian in his early 60s,

driving a red, 500cc Royal Enfield

with a baby-blue helmet

and a large tattoo
on his right upper buttock,

plus numerous tattoos on his upper body.

Now, these are
devout elderly ladies and nuns

being subjected to a public invasion

of privates, as it were.

Your uncustomary silence
testifies amply to the esteem

in which we hold the subject
of this last item.

Now, we all know who is in here.

To most people,
this would seem just a common urn.

But we know it holds one of the premier

phone installers of the country,

Officer Marvin Oliver Box,

-or simply "Marv" as we knew him.
-(sobbing)

Born, 16 May, 1946.

Deceased, just last Tuesday,
in this very room,

with uniform on and drill bit in hand.

Marv must've known
that he'd be leaving us soon,

because we found a small poem in his will

which we've had inscribed
on this-- this vessel here.

Uh, "I've laid a lot of cable,
and I've strung a lot of line.

Sure, it gets lonely, but that's okay,

because it brings people closer together."

Per his final will and testament,

Marv was cremated yesterday
at Bolinski's Crematorium,

and he will lie in state

besides the squad room coffee machine

for the remainder of the afternoon.

(sobbing)

Marv, let's roll, huh?

And let's be careful up there.

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)

(sad music playing)

At least you got out
while the getting was good, Marv.

'Cause you can take it from me,

there's a lot of changes
going down around here,

and none of 'em are for the better.

I'll tell you, Neal.
This being a businessman's given me

a whole new outlook on life.

Yeah, me too, lover.
It's called major trauma.

Oh, hey, look.
I, uh, picked up the keys last night.

Hey! Gotta hand it to you, J.D.
You got a lot of guts, man,

considering the neighborhood
we bought into.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

Hey, looking pretty ragged there, Mick.

You been sleeping okay, babe?

Hmm. I wonder what's eating him.

-Hard to tell unless he growls.
-(chuckles)

Aside from the obvious fashion angle,

there's another advantage
to being in plainclothes.

You're not gonna end up in some lousy urn
on a precinct coffee table.

Marv there died of natural causes, Renko.

When you go down in uniform, there ain't
no such thing as natural causes.

You oughta know that as well as anybody.

First thing happen to you,
the first thing you say--

(rattling)

Oh, Lord, am I going crazy,
or did I just hear him rattle?

Bones, Renko. Bones.
It's obviously a third-rate cremation job.

You know, you'd be amazed at the number
of Fahrenheit units it takes

to fully ash the human skeletal system.

2,400 minimum for your larger bones,
like your femur or your fibula.

And that doesn't even mention
the, uh, goldarn cranium.

(rattling)

(phone ringing in the distance)

(indistinct station chatter)

How many?

Thirty-six arrests in the past 24 hours,

and that's not even counting three collars
he gave to Bates.

I just got the breakdown 10 minutes ago.

Now, Phil, we know Belker moves fast,
but this is hard to believe.

-Has he been working overtime?
-He's been punching out after eight hours,

but according to those arrest times,

he's been bringing in suspects
nearly 24 hours a day.

Well, something's wrong here, Phil.

I mean,
either with these reports or with Belker.

Tell him I want to see him
as soon as he gets back in.

-All right.
-Hill, Renko!

-Captain?
-Yes, sir?

Cleaners lose your uniforms,
or have you outgrown them by now?

Well, no, sir.

Actually, we just had a little
more work to do on that Rivas murder case.

We'll have that Councilman McAurley
on ice for you in a day or two.

Appreciate your zeal, Renko,
but Chesley's already got a handle on it.

Well, then,
where does that leave me and Bobby?

Back in uniform and out on the streets,
where we really need you.

-Yeah, but--
-I've already forwarded

your transfer to plainclothes,

but until we hear from Division,
it's business as usual, okay?

Don't worry, cowboy.
You'll look just fine in a jar.

Listen, I'm running late, Phil.
What else do you have here?

Just a call from Midtown.
They're sending over the tape

they got of Fay's obscene phone caller.

Good. Hang onto it.
I'll listen to it when I get back.

That's it?

Can't keep destiny waiting.

(theme music playing)

(horn honking)

-What a pleasant coincidence.
-No coincidence, Furillo.

-I phoned your office. Get in.
-I've got a breakfast. I'm late.

Frank, would you please get in?

My client, Nemo Rodriguez?

They traced the gun
to someone who allegedly sold it to him

three days before the Rivas girl shooting.

That gives the D.A.
enough for premeditation.

-I didn't know.
-Neither did I.

-Not until I walked into that courtroom.
-(horn honking)

Oh! Hey, why don't you go around me?

(exhales)

Frank, I have spent over a week

preparing a defense
for involuntary manslaughter,

only to have him arraigned today

for first degree murder with no bail.

What are you really mad about, Counselor?

Being suckered in court

or the fact that McAurley
may be telling the truth,

and the D.A.'s right?

You don't believe that
any more than I do, Frank.

If Nemo did shoot the girl,
he never meant to.

That much I know in my bones.

(sighs)

-What's with Schneider? Anything?
-No.

But I expect to run into him
this afternoon.

(exhales)

I think our prudent separation
is making us both a little testy.

Wasn't my idea, kiddo.
Boy, you smell good.

But then, only one of us is going home
to an empty apartment.

What am I supposed to do?
Send her back to that phone pervert?

Of course not.

(sighs)

How's Frank Jr. taking it?

He's a little confused.

He thinks his mom and dad
may be getting back together.

Are they?

I'm sorry, Frank.
I shouldn't have said that.

-I'll talk to you later.
-Frank!

(indistinct chatter)

I'd recommend the eggs Benedict, Frank,

but the hollandaise
is probably petrified by now.

(laughter)

-Hello, Howard.
-Frank.

-Ed.
-Morning, Frank.

I'm sorry, Chief.

It's not all that easy
to get off the Hill, huh, Frank?

Too bad we don't take attendance
at these breakfasts into account, Dave.

Old Ed would be a shoo-in for
commander against Frank there.

There's no doubt about it, Chief.

I'll bet you're wondering
about our little centerpiece, Frank.

Looks a little like Sniper Alley.

DANIELS (snaps fingers): You guessed it.

Just a terrific job, Howard.

-Just splendid.
-(congratulatory murmuring and clapping)

-Thank you.
-Will you look at that?

He's even got little people in there.

(chuckles)
They're scale-model Hispanics, Chief.

I was hoping you'd notice.

Okay, Howard.

(whispers):
What's he got in store for us?

Wait and see.

(whirring)

(laughing)

(appreciative murmuring and clapping)

That's it, Frank-- surprise.
That's the baby.

As a matter of fact,
Howard's already shown me his baby.

The surprise, Frank, is that its mother

just arrived from Nishitsu's
Nagasaki plant last night--

all 25 tons of her.

Howard's gonna be taking her out

for a little spin
down the real Sniper Alley this afternoon.

If you don't mind my saying so, Chief,
we're making a grave mistake.

Relax, Frank, relax.

It's just a dry run.
It won't even be loaded.

Except maybe for those two little guns
in the top turret there.

(chuckles)

As far as the people know,

it could just as well be
a float in the Rose Parade, huh?

(all laughing)

Okay, Howard, for the benefit
of us deskbound types,

let's see what this baby of yours can do.

Thank you, Chief.

(exhales)

Powered by a 2,000-horsepower
Krupp-Grumman engine,

armor-plated, equipped
with a 360-degree artillery turret,

it has enough provisions
to sustain five personnel

for 32 days of siege.

Now, the Nishitsu is without equal

in the current urban warfare technology.

Gentlemen…

the PANDA.

-(appreciative murmuring)
-HUNTER: Thank you.

Howard, that tubular projection
on the front, what's that for?

(chuckles)

(whooshing noise)

(men gasping, exclaiming)

Nice touch, Howard.

Haven't seen one of those since Korea.

Yes? There's what?

Oh, I appreciate your discretion, Laurie,
but it wasn't necessary.

Gentlemen, it seems
that they've had a slight 2-11 out front

at the coffee shop a few seconds ago.

But, but, but, but,
since units are on the way,

and the suspects are long gone,

I suggest we simply sit back down again

and allow Howard to continue
his demonstration.

The press, Chief.

On second thought, um,

I think a rear exit
would be advisable, gentlemen.

Howard, get that stuff outta here.

(comedy music playing)

-Sorry…
-Lucy, pass these out, would you?

Okay, now, each $1,000 you've invested

represents one share
of Saloondromat, Incorporated,

or 10% of the total capital outlay.

Watch.

Rachel and I were gonna use our grand

as a deposit on that station wagon
she's always wanted.

Yeah. I was gonna use mine
for my children's education.

-Mm-hmm.
-(clears throat)

-You don't have any children, Phil.
-No, not yet.

But I've made a big decision
about my future. Big.

This thing says $4,000 outlay!

What Ray is saying is that,
where's the other $6,000?

-Your figures are a little vague.
-That's right, where?

Hey! What, am I dealing with
a bunch of amateurs here?

(scoffs)

Hey, you don't turn some pensioner's dive
into a Saloondromat

with a couple of kegs of beer
and some Cheez-Its.

You know, you gotta spend a little--
decor, liquor--

not to mention
the washing machines, dryers,

-utilities, girls, jukeboxes.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-What?
-Girls?

What girls, baby? Hmm?

Do you really think our customers are
gonna want to do their laundry themselves?

No way.

And they're not gonna have to

because we are gonna provide

some dynamite foxes to help 'em.

Bring 'em bleach, some detergent.

Hey,
a little help with the fluff and fold.

(laughter)

-MAN 1: "Fluff and fold"?
-MAN 2: Come on!

(solemn organ music playing)

Straight through the doors, ma'am.

It's the, uh, green-colored urn
on-- on the coffee table.

I'm thrilled, Phil. Honest to God.

(indistinct station chatter)

But, uh, you know, kids, Phil--

Kids are a big risk.

I mean, you don't just leap into it
with both hands.

Henry, I am hardly the leaping type.

Nope.

I have thought this over in depth--

profound depth,

deep depth.

You'll excuse me for saying so,

but you're no spring chicken, Phil.

It's a hell of a risk.

Life is a risk. What isn't?

You know, a guy I know died two weeks ago
eating a club sandwich.

Forgot to take out the toothpicks.

Phil, there are risks,
and then there are serious risks.

(exhales)

I guess Grace knows that she's past
the prime childbearing years.

-(scoffs): Henry!
-No, I'm talking statistics, Phil.

Pure statistics on women over 40.

Henry, we are not talking Grace.

We are talking Cindy.

-Cindy?
-Cindy.

Cindy? But she's--

Eighteen last week.

But a very mature young lady.

Oh, I'm sure she is, Phil.

All I gotta do is break the news to Grace.

(sighs)

And after last night,
that might not be easy.

Why? What happened last night?

Oh.

Well, I guess you could call it,
uh, the long good-bye.

Mm.

No, I guess you couldn't, huh?

-Cindy?
-Yep.

You know, I feel kind of guilty
that we never invited Marv

to any of our Tuesday night poker games.

Not to speak ill of the dead, Neal,
but he was boring. The dude was boring.

Hey, I liked him as much as the next guy.

But let's face it,
Marv was not Mr. Entertainment.

What do you make of that?

-(sobbing)
-If I didn't know better,

I'd say that that boring dude
had something going for him.

-Marv?
-Mm-hmm.

No way. Impossible.
Got to be a distant relative.

Oh, man, here we go

again.

(exhales, sniffles)

(woman keeps sobbing)

(exhales)

I almost didn't make it through the day
when I found out about it.

Marv and me were like that.

He used to call me J.D.,

and I called him Big M.

-I had a nickname for him too.
-Yeah?

-Biscuit. You know, after Seabiscuit?
-Hmm?

That's the--
That's the name of the racehorse.

(sobbing)

(comedy music playing)

(man laughing)

-It steers like an absolute dream.
-(speaking Japanese)

Damn good thing that Hirohito didn't have
one of these in '44, huh, guys?

-Hirohito-- (speaking Japanese)
-That's not for translation, Webster.

Oh. Sorry, sir.

HUNTER:
We've got about 40 minutes to kill.

What do you say we grab a bite to eat?

I know a little place not far from here

that'll make those little fellas
feel right at home.

-(speaking Japanese)
-(speaking Japanese)

(over speaker): I'll park it myself.

WOMAN: Uh-oh.

(thud)

MAN: Ooh!

(glass shattering)

(speaking Japanese)

(woman screams)

Come on. We'll have a little bite to eat.

-(woman shouting)
-VALET: I don't know what happened.

They just came in and--
I don't know! I don't know!

(woman keeps shouting in Japanese)

Ask them. I don't know. They came in and…

(shouting in Japanese)

They just came in and…

We will call the police.

-You wait here.
-Uh, Webster,

exchange the necessary information
with her, will you?

-Yes, sir.
-Uh…

Let's do a run on her immigration status
while we're at it.

-Yes, sir.
-Come on, little guy.

-I'm gonna take care of it.
-No! No!

WEBSTER: Gomen nasai.

Phil!

I've got over a dozen
more applications for transfer here.

Fifteen, to be precise, Francis.

Well, at this rate,
we may as well all pack up and leave.

Hmm? The thought has crossed my mind.

Phil, will you talk to these people?

I can't process
over 75 requests for transfer.

They'll think we're nuts.

As you wish, Francis,

not that I guarantee it'll do any good.

They figure if you leave, why stay?

Oh, I take it Midtown has sent up
that tape of Fay's obscene phone call.

Yeah, I took the liberty of borrowing this
from Henry's desk.

MAN (on speaker):
That's right, baby. You heard me.

Peanut butter-- all up and down your body.

You know you love it.

You know you need it.

(gasping)

Wow! I'm getting really turned on, baby,

and I-- I ain't even talking jelly yet.

(speaking Japanese)

They liked it, huh? Good.

You know, there's nothing like raw fish
to build up the nucleic acids, huh?

-(translating)
-(men laugh)

Why, I remember when I was stationed

in the Philippines
for several weeks in '58.

-(translating)
-There were several…

(speaking Japanese)

-What is he saying, Webster?
-Mr. Okino humbly inquires,

with all due respect, sir,

whether you may have left
the keys in the ignition.

Now, just a moment here. Ahem.

Do I look like the sort of man
who would leave the keys

in the ignition
of a six-million-dollar assault tank?

Why, I've got 'em right here.

Right-- Right in my, uh-- my…

(horn honks)

Let's make it quick, babe.

This Saloondromat's cutting into
our workday enough as it is.

Relax, man. I just wanna see
how she looks over the bar.

Huh? I think
she'd look better behind bars.

You know, you might know
a lot about a lot, Neal,

but when it comes to serious art,
you got a terrible deficiency.

Yeah, sure, sure.

Geez.

(indistinct station chatter)

You wanna hang yourself career-wise,
be my guest.

Just don't take me with you.

Hello, Emil.

You're beating a dead horse, Frank.

Nobody's gonna believe that McAurley was
putting it to that Rivas girl,

especially not after what he said
on TV the other night.

Oh, yeah, that was a nice soft shoe.

Compares favorably
with the Checkers speech.

Why don't you just let it the hell be?

Because somebody's got to tell
the truth about this, Emil,

since neither you
nor the D.A. seems willing.

Look, at the bottom line,
Rodriguez pulled that trigger.

We both know that.

What difference is
dragging McAurley into it gonna make?

A lot. As in the difference, for instance,
between manslaughter and murder one.

(laughs): Rodriguez?

Listen, believe me,
whatever that kid gets, he's got coming.

I've been cleaning up after dirt like that
for 27 years, Frank.

Oh, Emil, that's no answer.

Surely we've got more morality than that.

Don't you preach at me, Frank.
You wanna talk morality?

Where's the morality in ruining
a good man like McAurley?

McAurley? Oh, yeah. He's a prince.

You be sure to stop me,
Emil, if I'm wrong.

What we have here

is a married man with two kids,

involved in what amounts to
repeated statutory rape of a juvenile

while paying dues to a teenage sex club.

Emil, you're the best Homicide detective
this city's ever had,

and yet you're about to flush it all away,

covering up at the very least

the massive indiscretions
of a public official.

That's not you, Emil.

-There has to be a reason.
-(knocking)

Excuse me, Francis.
Sam Ecker's on the line.

It seems Midtown has caught up
with Fay's obscene caller.

Oh, thanks, Phil.
Ask him to wait a minute, would you?

Will do. How goes the war, Emil?

-Feeling the years, Phil.
-Indeed.

Each passing one a sad reminder
of opportunity lost, progeny-wise.

Phone the D.A.'s office, Emil,
and get a subpoena for McAurley.

Or what?

Or be prepared for a lot of phone calls.

Because if you don't,

you know I have
only one other alternative,

and that's to go public.

That's crazy. That's suicide, Frank.

You take this outside, you're finished.
You know that.

You gonna call Swanson or do I?

(door opens)

(punches button)

Yeah, Sam?

Right. Phil told me. Great collar.

Yeah, Fay'll be enormously…

Run that by me again, Sam.

Do me the favor, Sam,
and just hold on to him.

-I'll get back to you.
-(receiver clatters)

Uh, Frank, you remember Harvey.

Fay, that was Ecker.

He tells me you're reluctant
to press charges against this creep.

Well, perhaps I can shed some light
on the subject, Frank.

Okay, either one of you, start talking.

The fact is that we've decided

not to press charges
on the man that was arrested.

What the hell does that mean, "we"?

This man that you arrested

happens to be a patient of mine

who evidently developed some kind

of an audio-libidinal obsession for Fay

as a result
of her working in my office for me.

Our prosecution of him would constitute

a serious breach
of the confidentiality doctrine

that is implicit in the relationship
between a doctor and his patient--

Don't talk confidentiality to me, Doctor.

You're a shrink and I'm a cop,
and neither one of us is a lawyer.

What I'm trying to say, Frank,

is that the man is essentially harmless.

The man is a dangerous psycho

who breached the security
of my wife's and child's home!

In their absence, Frank.

-He knew that the house was empty.
-Oh, really?

Well, maybe you'd like to look
at some photographs of my wife's bed

after this crazy got his kicks on it.

A bed, I understand,
you're more than passing familiar with.

-I don't think that's germane, Frank.
-You don't?

Well, then, perhaps a tape recording

of your audio-libidinal slime bag

threatening to tie her up
with bungee cords!

I realize the distress
this man has caused.

I'm not minimizing
that aspect of the situation.

Frank, see, Harvey feels

that if we prosecute this man,

we could set his therapy back two years.

FURILLO: Oh, really!

A lot of good it's done him so far!

-(ringing)
-Yes?

-As soon as I can, Dave.
-DAVE: I want you over here now!

Look, Commander--

DAVE: I want you here now, right away!

-You understand?
-Yeah, I'll be right there.

-Thank you.
-I said I'd be right there.

Thank you very much.

I'm sorry I lost my temper.
Uh, could we talk, Fay?

For just a minute? Alone?

Harvey, wait outside.

-Please?
-As always, Frank.

(exhales)

Fay, I honestly believe that

any man who could do what this…

animal has done to you
is capable of worse.

You've got to press charges.

Oh, I don't know, Frank.

I mean, Harvey is the expert,

and he feels
that the man's not likely to do it again.

That's not good enough.

I don't want you to take the chance.

Well, he's staking his reputation on it.

I don't give a damn
about Harvey's reputation.

What I do care about is, is yours
and Frank Jr.'s safety,

and I won't tolerate you being blackmailed

into doing something you know is wrong.

Oh, that sort of judgment
is very easy for you, isn't it, Frank?

I mean, after all, you're out there,
free as a bird.

Well, what the hell does that have to do

with pressing charges
against an obscene phone caller?

I'm going to be 37 years old, Frank,

one of these days,
and I'm just a little scared.

Oh, Fay.

I mean, how many Harveys
do you think are out there?

You're an intelligent, attractive woman
with a great deal to offer.

Sure, you see it, I see it,

but the rest of the world
sees a middle-aged lady

in a low-paying job
with an eight-year-old kid

and a swell set of stretch marks.

Please, take yourself over to Midtown
and file charges.

You'll sleep better,
Frank Jr. will sleep better,

and I'll sleep better.

And if you lose Harvey over this,
which, by the way, I doubt,

he wasn't worth holding onto
in the first place.

Okay?

Okay.

But if I lose him over this,
you have to take me back.

What? A middle-aged woman
with stretch marks?

(chuckles): Oh, you!

(sighs)

(indistinct station chatter)

Oh, Mick, it seems we've been just missing
each other all day.

Did you get a chance to look
at my transfer request yet, Captain?

Yeah, I did. I'll be back in an hour
or so. We can talk about it, okay?

Uh, Mick, you don't really wanna move
downtown to Narcotics, do you?

Sure. Why not?

Lots of action down there, long hours.

Most of them in the dark, which I prefer.

Plus you got a better chance
of getting killed.

Not that it's got anything
to do with your leaving,

'cause it's got nothing
to do with that whatsoever.

Is there something on your mind,
dog drool?

Come on! Move!

Everything I lay my hands on
turns to human deficit

right in front of my eyes.

How could they tear my Saloondromat down?

-WASHINGTON: Must've had a city permit.
-I don't care!

I don't care, Neal.

I just don't care anymore.

Hey, you can't win 'em all, J.D.

(laughs)

Win… Win 'em all? I wanna win one!

I know, babe. I know.

Ah, they've finally done it, man.

They have finally broken me.

DAVE: Okay, Frank, we'll put the counselor
aside for the moment.

The fact is, if you do go public,

you're gonna create some serious problems
for the department,

not to mention what it'll do
to your commandership.

Oh, Dave, maybe I should just
take myself out of the running.

I'm gonna do you a big favor, Frank,
and forget you said that.

I'll give you some time to think about it.

I have thought about it
for three weeks, Dave.

Three weeks of breakfasts with the chief,

divisional backslapping

and political club sodas
with the boys at Madigan's.

Maybe it's a stupid career move.
I don't know.

But the truth is,
I'm not sure I want that job.

Not if it means going in there
every day with blinders on.

You're forgetting
who put your name in the hat, Frank--

who's been politicking for you
for months-- me!

I'm really sorry about that, Dave,
and I'd make it up to you if I could.

You go all the way on this,

you're gonna spend the rest
of your life in the Hill. You know that.

It's a hell of a waste, Frank.

I hate to see it happen.

Are you gonna bring McAurley in or do I?

You don't give me much choice.

RENKO: I'm telling you, if he would've
kept us on that Rivas murder,

we could've gotten into Homicide
through the back door…

If you're so damned anxious
to be wearing a suit,

I could easily recommend
some brokerage houses, Renko.

Let me tell you,
I just might take you up on that.

-We're cops, man! Street cops.
-I'm aware of that.

The only thing these blues
have done for me

is give me free coffee refills
and an occasional bullet wound.

(police radio chatter)

I'm so tired of working here
and not being…

(horn honking)

Shut up! Horn blowers.
I hate that. Back up.

-Would you relax?
-Just back up. I hate that!

WOMAN (over police radio):
Suspect vehicle is late-model,

yellow, four-door sedan.

Last seen northbound
on Dekker from location.

-Late-model yellow Ford.
-Stand by for further alerts.

Oh, Lord,
just what I need to settle my lunch.

-(tires screeching)
-(siren wailing)

Okay, out of the car with your hands up
in the air so we can see 'em, now!

Doesn't look like no white boy to me--
armed and dangerous.

All right, compadre. Now, look,
just put your hands up against the car.

-(speaking Spanish)
-Don't talk.

Put your hands against the car.

Do me a favor. What is he jabbering about?

-I don't know.
-(woman moans)

Would you shut up, please?
Silencio, por favor!

-Oh, my goodness!
-(moaning)

Sir, I apologize.
We'll put you in this car

and give you a police escort
down to St. John's Hospital.

-Policía "escorto."
-We're not going anywhere.

-Bobby, the woman's gonna have a baby.
-The woman is having a baby.

-All right, I'll get the medical kit.
-We don't have time.

-Just get in the other side--
-Bobby, I can't-- Uh-uh.

-Get in the other side and hold her still.
-Get in the car.

-HILL: Okay, hold her shoulders.
-(woman shouts in Spanish)

-RENKO: All right, mama.
-HILL: It's okay. It's okay.

-HILL: Are we okay?
-Relax and be real quiet now.

-You're supposed to breathe.
-Breathe deeply.

-(woman breathing heavily)
-Like that?

HILL: Good. Now, I want you to push.

-Push. That's good.
-RENKO: Just like that.

-(praying in Spanish)
-(woman shouting)

RENKO: What are you gonna do?

HILL: I'm gonna try to turn
the baby's shoulders.

-(moaning)
-Push! Push!

-(woman shouting)
-You hold on.

Don't you worry.
Just keep saying your prayers.

-(woman groaning in Spanish)
-HILL: Push! Push! Push!

-I'm just gonna try to turn the shoulders.
-RENKO: Oh my Lord!

Push! Push! Okay, okay! Here it comes!

Real hard! Real hard! There it goes!

-(moaning)
-(baby crying)

HILL: Hi. How ya doing? Oh!

Look, it's a dude! It's a dude!

Señor, su hijo.

Oh, look at this.
How you doing, little fella?

You all right there, mama?

(theme music playing)

Good of you to break away, Counselor.

I'm a good kid. What's going on?

Rodriguez in there?

They're bringing him down now.

Uh, do you mind? I thought you quit.

I wasn't smoking it. I was holding it.
What are we doing here?

We're gonna make an honest felon
out of Nemo Rodriguez.

Speaking of whom.

I'll be right in, Nemo.

Aside from hating my guts,
he fired me this morning.

He thinks a male public defender
would've been more effective.

I'd write it off to Latin attitude
if every other male defendant

didn't share that feeling
to one degree or another.

I'm sorry. You were saying?

I just did half an hour with Swanson.
It's what we thought.

The councilman was there when it happened?

Yep.

And Swanson'll testify to that?

He doesn't have to.

McAurley's coming in voluntarily.

With the department bailing out,
he doesn't have much choice.

What about you?

What about me?

What'd it cost you, Furillo?

See ya, Davenport.

McAurley was slapping the girl around,

and the kid aimed at him and hit her,
simple as that.

Lousy aim with a lousy gun.

And who took the jewelry? The aunt, right?

Yeah. She squirreled it away someplace

waiting for it to cool off.

Life on the Hill, huh, Frank?

-You did know this from day one.
-Not all of it.

They told me just what they thought
I needed to know.

-Who's "they"?
-Oh, come on, Frank.

Let's not play that game.

I'm very sorry, Frank.

I'm sorrier about this
than I think you know.

Who'd have thought
it would mushroom like this?

I still have to know why, Emil. Why you?

You've been the best going for 30 years.

The best. (chuckles)

Whatever the hell that means.

Please, Emil, why?

Who'd you owe?

A couple of years ago,
I had a little heart problem, Frank.

Ah, hell, I got a bad heart, Frank.

I wouldn't be here today

if certain people hadn't
been looking the other way.

Good people!

Good solid people.

What was I supposed to do?
McAurley didn't kill anybody.

Because he got involved
in some kinky 15-year-old action?

That's not my problem.

You don't say no because of that.

Not after what they done for me.

Oh, Emil, that's not nearly good enough.

Not after what you did
to that kid back there.

And you know what's good enough,
huh, Frank?

What are you, 39, 40?

I'm 55 years old, Frank.

All I know is being a cop.

That's all I've been my whole life.

Take that away from me,
what am I gonna do?

Sit on a park bench feeding the ducks?

That favor gave me
three more years, Frank,

so don't you say
that it wasn't good enough,

'cause you don't know.

See you around, Emil.

I'm sorry, Frank.

I never meant for it to hurt you,
believe me.

I know.

Would you tell Mr. Fitzgerald
I'd like to be there

when Mr. McAurley comes in?

I'll hold.

It's gonna be okay, kid.

I don't care. Who cares, huh?

You'd be surprised.

WOMAN: Hill Street Station.

Yes, would you hold, please?

All right, gentlemen. (clears throat)

Here, here, and, uh, here.

You'll deploy your squads
and go building to building.

The rain is on our side cover-wise.

Uh, Webster, ixnay.

-What?
-Ix-- Ixnay-- Excuse me. (forced chuckle)

Disembowelment, man.

Judas, I thought you understood
the Oriental mind.

Hara-kiri is a way of life over there.

Yes, sir.

Now, then, we will move
squad number three into…

Wait a minute. This is the Dekker Avenue--

Howard, would you mind
telling me what's going on?

What's with the armored vans out there?

There must be a hundred men out there.

Let's try not to panic, Frank.

If you had bothered to count,
you would find

that there are nine squads,
which is 90 men.

Oh, that makes
all the difference in the world.

What's going on, Howard?

It's lock-and-load time, Frank.

We are launching
a major offensive on Sniper Alley.

They've got the PANDA.

If you had been here,

you would have known
that those sociopathic little cockroaches

have just called
with a ransom demand one hour ago.

And if you had been listening
to your police band, Howard,

instead of launching an offensive,

you'd know that they found your tank
an hour and a half ago.

-Where?
-In the East River.

The East River?

Stripped.

Stripped?

And gutted.

-(applause)
-Hey!

Congratulations.

-I see news travels fast.
-Well, good news, Francis.

For us anyway. I hope for you, too.

Oh. I appreciate the thought.

Is Belker here?
He wanted to talk to me, didn't he, Phil?

He's downstairs, Captain,
sleeping like a baby.

-Oh. Thanks.
-(chuckling)

Well, what say we hit it?

We've got an hour on the clock yet.

-Mm-hmm. All right.
-WOMAN: Such a relief.

Uh, Ray, I'm really sorry for your sake.

I know you would've gotten the captaincy.

That's all right, Frank.

I didn't stand a chance in hell.

Thanks anyway.

He was a-- a very giving person, Marv.

Yeah, he gave and gave and gave.

Boy, could he give.

This yours, Henry?

Yeah.

You mind just, uh-- Put it on my desk.

Okay?

(sighs)

Leo,

J.D. thinks we need to call
an emergency stockholders' meeting.

(sad music playing)

MAN (whistles): Taxi! Over here!

(horn honking)

-Sorry I'm late.
-Hi.

I had some last-minute phone calls
at the office.

(sighs): Oh, yeah, I'll bet you did.

It's already made the papers.

It's curious, isn't it?

McAurley and I have never met.

I've only seen the guy once
in that television broadcast.

Yet, somehow, we've managed
to derail each other's lives.

Reminds me of the elephant
and the ant joke.

The what?

You know, the elephant and the ant
spend the night making love.

(chuckles): Now, wait, wait.

And the next morning,
the ant wakes up to discover

the elephant has died.

"Damn it," says the ant,

"One night of passion,

and I spend the rest of my life
digging a grave."

(laughing): Oh, no!

It's a good thing
we're both still laughing.

(both laughing)

(theme music playing)