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NARRATOR: In the last episode
of Hill Street Blues…

RENKO: Oh, will you look at this?

Shirret, you can't keep leaving
your kids alone.

Now if you want me to arrest your butt
for child abandonment, I will.

She's with me, Chuck.

-(bang)
-(glass shatters)

All right! That's it! I want everybody
to put your hands on the bar right now.

-Put your hands on the bar.
-Drinking a lot these days.

Hey, don't get righteous with me, Neal.
We closed too many bars together.

You never seen me drinking
on the job, man. Never.

-What are you, my mother?
-Closer than that, man.

I'm your partner.

Back out the door
before one of us gets reckless.

-Drop it!
-(woman screams)

-(tires screech)
-(horn honks)

He had a shotgun!
He coulda killed those people on the bus!

Hey, easy, Mick. Easy, easy.

I won't have no drunk covering my back.

I spent the entire night with a woman.

You, too?

To make a long story short,
her key broke off in the lock.

-Mm-hmm.
-And I was in my uniform,

so I blew her lock off with my .357.

I'm no cop, Frank.

Masquerade's gone on long enough.

So, I wanna take my wife and my babies
and get the hell out of here.

We're talking about a charge
of child endangerment here.

That's pretty heavy stuff.

Why don't you give the lady a chance?

I think that she can turn
this whole thing around.

You so sure of that?

Sure enough to bet a dinner on it.

Why is it that you come on to everyone

like you just spent the afternoon
shoveling horse manure?

Evening, ma'am.

-Freeze!
-(gunshots)

RAY: Dead before he hit the ground, Frank.
Through the heart.

I heard the victim fired a couple
of shots. Where's the gun?

No gun, Frank.

All units in the Dekker Avenue,
Von Steuben area--

(crowd clamoring angrily)

MAN (over radio):
Captain Furillo, respond please.

Respond, please, Captain Furillo.

(crowd chanting angrily)

For those of you who haven't heard,
there was a riot around 4:00 this morning

in the 900 block of East Utica
following an officer-involved shooting

of a young male, black,
suspected of robbery.

Thus far, we're looking at 28 arrests,

14 hospitalizations,
five of those from the night shift.

So, let's be mindful of the kind of mood
out there today

and try to maintain a diplomatic profile.

Give people the benefit of the doubt.

I'd rather you let slide
a few misdemeanors

than have a repeat
of what went down last night.

Next item is Item 10.

Concerns our rather anemic showing
at the Mercy Hospital Blood Bank.

(discontented muttering, groaning)

So, with regard
to your obviously busy schedules,

the sisters will be relocating
the aforementioned blood bank

to this very room
for the remainder of the week.

(discontented muttering intensifies)

All right. The last item.

(laughing)

In view of the current warm snap,
I can fully sympathize

with your various and whimsical attempts

at self-expression through fashion.

But insomuch as this is a precinct house
and not a boutique,

and per Divisional policy,

all uniform officers
will conform to the dress code.

Dress code, I might add,
does not include huaraches,

clogs, Western, motocross boots

or any sort of hat, scarf

or T-shirts advocating sex, drugs

or regions of the human anatomy
hanging loose.

All right. That's it. Let's roll.
And hey, let's be careful out there.

Hold it right there!

We need additional units
down on East Utica

to relieve the night shift.

WOMAN: Okay, I don't wanna do that.

-Hill, Renko, Cooper--
-WOMAN: Say Perez.

-Perez, O'Keefe, DiCarlo--
-MAN: Come on, O'Keefe. Let's go.

Banahowski, Coley, Lyle, Topez.

On the double! Hey, be particularly alert!

That sniper might still
be working the rooftops.

-MAN 1: Take care.
-MAN 2: Come on, partner.

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)

I'm telling you. It's no big deal, okay?

I slipped in the tub last night.

(chuckling):
I ran into Militello this morning.

Claims he saw some joker go down
for the count at Cole's last night

after eight rounds with a bottle of 151.

Hey, Listen, man. I was stone-cold sober

when a John Doe popped me
in the chin, okay?

-What are you--
-LaRue, Washington,

I need you to transport Detective Weeks

-back to the scene of the shooting.
-(shouting)

I thought things
were still a little hairy down there.

It's a picnic compared to last night.

That's the last
of the arrests coming in now.

Okay.

Hey, Charlie, let's do it.

They want you back at the alley.

Sometime today be okay, Charlie?

Right.

MAN: No, ma'am.

(siren wailing, police radio chatter)

Some circus.

Those S.I.D. guys have taken
enough pictures for a yearbook.

Three dozen yoms ready
to burn the block down,

and two Internal Affairs boys

ready to throw Weeks to the dogs.

Fuchs, a kid got killed here
last night-- 17 years old.

Five cops hospitalized.

So, come off it, okay?

That black dude, Shaw?

A real ladder climber, that one.

You're awful quiet this morning, Henry.

As far as I'm concerned,
they oughta save the city the trouble

and put Weeks away for good.

I see you've already made up your mind.

What do you think, Frank?

It's the fourth time
he's been in a spot like this,

not to mention the half dozen
complaints in his file

for excessive force.

The man's trigger-happy,
especially when the target is black.

I'm sorry, Frank. I'm a little sick
of carrying the same badge

as guys who are only in it for the rush.

Frank, could I acknowledge
your input on something?

-Acknowledge his input.
-If you wanna bring choppers in

for that sniper search, Howard,
the answer's no.

Oh, the alleged sniper
is long gone, Frank,

if there ever was one to begin with.

Uh, a question.

Do I, uh, as a general rule, tend to, uh,

invade people's space?

Well, it was just an aside
that Lorraine made last night.

Lorraine?

(sighs)

I'm seeing a woman, Frank.

-How about that.
-Yeah.

Well, at any rate, we were coming out of…

my first SUM seminar last night--

-You're going to SUM?
-What on earth is SUM?

Well, it's an acronym for,
uh, Scheinkopf Utilitarian Mode,

as in "cognito," ergo sum.

It's human dynamics, Frank.

It's sort of like EST
without the toilet training.

Not bad, Henry.

That's a pretty good one-liner.

Lorraine'll get a real kick outta that.

(glass shattering)

"EST without the toilet training."

(people shouting)

-Howard!
-(glass shattering continues)

Oh. O'Keefe, let's render
that rooftop nonoperational.

(siren wailing, horn honking)

MAN (over speaker): Will the members
of the press please move back?

(tires screech)

Officer Weeks, uh,
Lieutenants John Hurley and…

BOTH: Clayton Shaw.

Internal Affairs.
They'll be handling your case.

You all know Captain Fuchs, Narcotics.

Could we please make this fast,
so I can get my men out of here

before the rest
of the neighborhood wakes up?

According to your report
to Captain Furillo here,

you were passing
by the front of this alley

about 3:15 this morning, off duty?

-Right.
-When you saw three black men

emerge from the rear door
of this clothing store?

That's right. (exhales)

With the Trans Am parked outside,
I thought they were taking the place down.

So, I drew my service revolver-- S&W .38--

I.D.'d myself and instructed them
not to make any further movements.

-Captain!
-Uh, LaRue.

Why don't you just give it
to us verbatim, Weeks?

Verbatim? Well, Lieutenant, as I recall,

I said, "Freeze, niggers,
or I'll blow your heads off."

You wanna know what came down,

you find the Trans Am
with the bullet in the back of it.

-(glass shatters)
-RENKO: Hey!

You come on down here, you coward!

You fool! I can't stand this!
Get these people out of here!

Get me out of here!
Will you please do me a favor?

Look, I don't have to stand
around here and take this…

I thought the captain would want
to talk to Mr. Monroe.

-I found him going in the front side.
-Thanks, babe.

We'll take it from here.

What's happening, brother? You're open
kind of early in the morning, ain't ya?

Early is prime time
for the carriage trade.

The Eldorado set, brother.

A diamond in the back,
as in your basic pimp type.

You're kidding. You're telling me they
buy suits this time of the morning?

In multiples, my man.

Sometimes more
when their nose is doing the talking.

They sleep all day, so you gotta catch 'em
when they come off that playing field,

all rich and happy from the night before.

(laughs)

I got a few questions for you, blood.

Yeah. What's all the commotion about?

-Somebody buy it last night?
-You got that right.

MAN: Satisfy something for me, Weeks.

What were you doing down here
at 3:00 in the morning, off duty?

Do you have people in the area,
or were you just out looking for action?

Come on. What is this?

Is there some law against him
being on the street on his own time?

Well, as of this moment, he has
nothing more to back up his story

but one dead kid.

No car, no gun, no accomplice.

No other slugs except the ones he fired.

What'd that guy say?

He's the manager of the clothing store.

But he didn't know about any break-in.

He's lying. They came outta that door.

Neither the front or the back door
shows any signs of forced entry.

And the guy's positive
there's no cash or merchandise missing.

Looks like your luck just ran out, Weeks.

(theme music playing)

Don't tell me you've never seen
a pint of blood before, Michael.

Are you kidding, ma'am? In my line of work
I see gallons of the stuff.

Except it's usually on sidewalks
and bumpers, woodwork and things.

So, what else is new?

Hey, Mick, think you can get loose later
for a few hands of klabiash?

Oh, I can't today, Leo.

I'm on a special assignment
with the Federal Drug Enforcement Agency.

They've been renting out
this storefront over on Kosciusko

for over a month now
that receives stolen property.

-A fake fencing operation?
-Yeah.

We bust the dopers, trace the money
to the dealers. It's terrific.

Now, that didn't hurt too badly,
did it, Michael?

No, ma'am, it didn't.
Actually, it was kind of fun.

-Good.
-Remember, ma'am,

there's plenty more where that came from.

No, no, Michael.
Now we rest for 15 minutes.

-(groaning)
-That's good.

Hey, Mick, Blotski's looking
kind of squeamish over there.

BELKER (laughing): Blotski. Come on, Leo.

Any guy that'd jump through
a plate glass window on a five-buck bet

ain't gonna be squeamish about anything.

(thuds)

WOMAN: Can I have an inhaler?

I stand corrected.

(chuckles)

-(phone ringing)
-Hello? Calletano speaking.

Francis, I got over a dozen calls for you.

Citizens Review Board,
Midtown Urban League,

two from The Courier.

-Thanks, but they'll have to wait.
-Henry.

(phone ringing)

-The hospital.
-Thanks.

Goldblume.

No, I was calling about my son,
Josh Goldblume.

Now, look, you promised
you'd give me the results

of the blood tests no later than 10:30.

O-- Okay.

Listen. Will you please have the doctor
call me just as soon as he comes in?

Please? Thank you.

Like I told the headhunter, I was down
there looking for a snitch of mine.

Oh. This snitch have a name?

(sighs): Take your pick.
The little scum's got half a dozen names.

Give me one.

David Kazmarek. K-A-Z-M-A-R-E-K.

What are the chances
of finding the snitch?

Seems to me you oughta be askin'
what that kid was doing

-behind that store at 3:00 in the morning.
-We'll cover that base, Weeks.

If this snitch has a record,

I suggest you pull it.

I'd like to hear directly from him
you had a meet scheduled.

It ain't that way, Furillo.

I was up there trying to track him down.

The sleaze burned me for 20 bucks.

Understand
what I'm trying to do here, Weeks.

I'm trying to make your side
of this a little more credible.

So, why don't you just go out there
and try to pull his record?

Put out an A.P.B. on David Kazmarek.

Right, Captain.

You stay, J.D.

What's with the chin? Hmm?

Oh, nicked myself shaving
this morning, Captain.

I got an $85 electric razor

that's got about as much finesse
as a Veg-O-Matic.

I got a call yesterday
from the finance company

carrying the loan on your car.

Those parasites!

(exhales forcefully)

I'm sorry, Captain. You shouldn't
have been bothered with that.

They claim you pulled a gun on one
of their repo men yesterday morning.

How was I supposed to know
he was a company man?

This stewardess that I've been…
This lady friend of mine,

she gives me a shake
at 5:00 in the morning

and says there's some fat Puerto Rican
outside jimmying my door lock.

They claim you made him
assume the position

on the sidewalk for over five minutes.

I had to I.D. the guy, didn't I?

And besides, it was two minutes
at the most, Captain.

I swear to God.

To tell you the truth,
I was a little bit upset.

Here they come, trying to rip my wheels
off because of one lousy payment!

Six payments, J.D.,

according to the loan manager.
Twelve hundred bucks.

He says he'll give you
till the end of the week

to either come up with the money
or turn back the car.

J.D., half the men in that squad room

raise families on less than you take home.

-I just don't know where it all goes.
-Oh, sure you do.

Don't play that game with me.
You think I haven't noticed

how you've been dragging your butt
around here lately?

It used to be only Monday mornings,
but it's turned into a regular routine.

(door opens)

Excuse me, Francis.
Internal Affairs on four.

Thanks, Phil. In a minute.

(door closes)

Your badge does not punch out
with your time card, LaRue.

I don't care if they were trying
to repossess your front lawn.

I won't have my men
abusing their authority.

Okay.

And I'm sorry about the hassle
with the loan company.

I'll have it taken care of.

Things can come apart on you awfully fast

in this line of work,
J.D., if you let 'em.

(door closes)

RENKO: You know, I'm ashamed
to tell Sandra how I spend my days.

Stand around in alleys,
walking around the streets

trying to control a bunch of crazy people,

half of which are named
after past presidents.

Johnson, Jackson, Cleveland, Roosevelt.

Suspect is one Jackson Washington,
211 Grant Street.

You know, we oughta move out to California
and be motorcycle cops.

Oh, yeah, yeah. That's right.

They don't have ghettos in California,
do they?

Well, it's not all ghetto like it is here.

They're all real mellow
out there, you know?

They, uh… They never argue about anything,

except maybe the best price for coke
or how to spell "quich" Lorraine.

-It's "quiche" Lorraine.
-What?

-Quiche, quiche.
-Quiche.

DISPATCHER (over radio):
South Lennox. Domestic disturbance.

920 Ferry Avenue.

-See the building manager.
-Well, so much for California.

-You the one that called in?
-Yeah. Up here. This way.

I want a piece of this guy.
Nothing I hate worse than a wife beater.

This way.

-They've been screamin' something awful.
-Look out.

-Been going on all morning.
-Is he armed?

Afraid not, Officer.

I don't know how many times
I've told him to get a shotgun.

-Okay, open up! Police!
-He's been asking for it.

Running around till all hours
of the morning,

spending her hard-earned paycheck.

Wait a second. You're telling me
that she's beating on him?

-Mm-hmm.
-Louella goes a good 250 pounds.

-A little shuttle diplomacy here for ya.
-Thanks a lot, but no thanks.

-Open up or I'll break the door down!
-What's going on, Joe?

-Some lady's beating on her husband.
-You're kidding.

You wouldn't think so
if you'd seen the lady.

I mean, we're talking big, Jack.
Linebacker big.

-And mean. Whoo-whee!
-Louella is not mean.

It's the heat, Officer.

With all that weight
she's carrying around…

-(crashing)
-Joe, just kick the door in, will ya?

For cryin' out loud, the guy sounds
like he's getting killed in there.

-(shouting, pounding)
-(chattering)

(bang)

Okay. All right. Okay--
All right, Louella.

Don't let her size fool ya.
She's quick on her feet.

-(people gasping)
-Ooh-whee!

Okay, Louella, what do you say
we just put the board down--

(yelling)

-She wants to hit us.
-RENKO: No.

Now, Louella, you're gonna
have to come on in with us.

A-All right.

These people, I swear!

Now, look here, lady.

-Now, I'm bigger than you are.
-No, you're not.

All right, Louella. Enough's enough.
We're gonna take you in.

-(whimpering)
-Lucy, slap the cuffs on her.

We'll just wait outside, darlin'.

Back up.

Are you sure this thing
can handle hard-core vegetables?

-I mean, like beets and things.
-Yeah.

Beets and hard carrots
and stuff like that.

Yeah.

I don't want you pushing
lightweight materials on me.

Are you kidding?

-This is a $50 machine here.
-Give me that.

Two hundred and fifty watts.

It'll juice anything
this side of a Harley.

(laughs)

(knocking)

This stuff will either
fill you up or kill you guys.

-How we doing, Belker?
-(laughing) I love it.

A three-bag-a-day junkie
peddling hot vegetable juicers.

This is better than The Gong Show.

I gotta get a copy of this tape
for my brother-in-law.

-You missed the guy with the hot minks.
-Mink coats?

No, minks.
Two live minks, allegedly pregnant.

Hey, you'd be able to breed
the old lady a new coat.

Belker, grab your lunch
and take over out there.

Right.

And this time, don't bargain
the trade into the ground.

We're gathering evidence.

Just trying to save the government
a little money, dog breath.

Look, you zinged the last deal.

-Don't do it again.
-(low growl)

(muffled shouting)

MAN: What are you doing?

-Easy, easy, Louella.
-(grunting)

She's all yours, Leo.
Lock her up. I dare ya.

Come on. I already gave a pint
of blood today, Luce.

-Leo, cute.
-Be nice.

Right this way, Louella.

All right. I'll get him for you.

Henry. Henry, it's the hospital.

Detective Goldblume.

Yeah.

Francis, Henry's on the phone
talking to the hospital.

(whispering): Oh, his son.

He was supposed to receive
the report this morning.

-Yeah?
-Yes, I'll be there in 20 minutes.

(whispering): I hope he's all right.

Now they think it could be meningitis.

I gotta go.

Oh, geez.

I hope they're not gonna
keep Weeks here all day.

Gnarly dude, that Weeks.
Gets on people's nerves.

Is there any special reason why you keep
tapping away like that, J.D.?

-Hmm?
-Oh, no. I'm sorry, Neal.

I've got a few things on my mind.

Listen. I got some unfinished business.

You think you could live without me
for an hour or so?

-I'll certainly try my best.
-Okay.

Excuse me.

I missed you last night.

I phoned. You weren't in.

I was in. I wasn't answering the phone.

I thought you might still be mad at me.

What for?

For what I did to you in there yesterday.

But I really didn't want you
anywhere near that guy.

You made that pretty clear.

Here.

Phillies are in town.

My apologies to Officers Perez and Cooper.

I shouldn't have jumped on them.
I'm sorry.

Good seats. Is this a bribe, Counselor?

Yes.

You know, you drink
too much of that stuff.

It makes you high-strung.

Speaking of which, I could've used
you last night, Furillo.

All you had to do was answer your phone.

Right.

(romantic music playing)

(sighs)

Well, I see our allotted time is over.

Oh, come on.

You know I'm up to my neck
in this Weeks investigation.

I thought we could, uh,
go to the Palm Garden for lunch.

What's with you, kiddo?

(laughs)

I really think I like you today, Furillo.

You still like me?

What's wrong? Didn't I show it?

Yeah.

Why else would I offer to buy you lunch?

We've got to keep your strength up.

You still haven't told me
what you're doing about your rape case.

Are you defending him or what?

He's been reassigned to Pam Gilliam.

-You know her?
-No.

She's good.

Fourth in her graduating class.

Good family, good contacts.

In the trenches 18 hours a day.

-Remind you of anyone?
-(chuckles)

-Frank, I've been thinking.
-Mmm?

Maybe I've been working
in this junkyard too long.

It's making me mean and angry…

and too ready to fight
with everyone about anything.

Why don't you take some time off?

That's the general idea.

I wanna take you someplace with…

beaches, palm trees, rolling surf.

Take some time to get to know each other.

Who knows? I may discover you're boring.

Uh-oh. I'm not sure
I wanna take that chance.

It's important.

(romantic music playing)

Okay. It's a deal.

(suspenseful music playing)

(coughs)

(exhales)

(water running)

Got something on your mind, Washington?

Yeah. You. I've gotta hand it to you, man.

You got to be about the coolest
mother I've ever met,

or you just don't give a damn, that it?

What's the matter?
You don't like my attitude?

Are you working advance man
for the Urban League or what?

What do you want?

You want a piece of me?

You're gonna have to take a number.

Every suntan in this department
wants a piece of me,

especially the houseboy they sent down
from Internal Affairs.

You wanna go for it?

Come on.

I don't understand
what you're doing, Weeks.

If you think you're being railroaded,
you can file a claim of prejudice.

But keep on doing what you're doing,

man, you're not only
getting yourself axed,

but you're on your way
to an arraignment for manslaughter.

-No way.
-Is that right?

Well, let me wake you
up to something, sucker.

This was number four.
Three black, one brown.

And that jive story
you laid on Internal Affairs

about being out at 3:00 in the morning
looking for your snitch?

That's lame, man! That stinks!

Who in the hell you think
you're dealing with?

Boy Scouts? Virgins?

Those are headhunters, man. Pros.

And at the rate you're going,
they are going to feed you your face, man.

What I love is all this holiness
all of a sudden comin' off the Hill.

You wanna talk about your partner LaRue?

What were you doing down
in that alley, Weeks? Huh?

You out shakin' somebody down?

Maybe copping a freebie from a hooker.
That it? Huh?

I've been in Narcotics 13 years, since the
day they recruited me out of the academy.

Thirteen years at the bottom
of the crap heap.

No promotion to sergeant, no gold shields,

no transfers,

because we're marked.

We're flakes.

What were you doin' down there, Weeks?

This department's cost me
my wife, my kids, my friends.

I was born in this town.

I've lived my whole life here.

It was a clean shoot.

They shot at me, and I shot back.

(water running)

He says he was down there
because for the past eight months or so,

he's had a line
on a heavyweight coke importer

by the name of George Pinky Reiner.

But that hairdressers--
Touché Beauty Salon--

they supposedly cut the coke for Reiner
and distribute it to Midtown.

-What do you think?
-Well, it washes better than that jive

about him hanging out
looking for a snitch.

Then why in the hell didn't he tell us
that in the first place?

Mm. Something that big,
he figured if he went by the book,

they'd kick it upstairs
to a captain or lieutenant.

It was supposed to be
his passport out of Narco.

-Ray?
-Yes, Frank?

Let's do an R & I on one George
Pinky Reiner, suspected coke dealer.

-See if he's in the computer.
-Right, Frank.

Whether he's listed or not, Captain,

I wouldn't mind staking out
that hairdressers.

My guess is that coroner's inquest
day after tomorrow

is gonna recommend prosecution to the D.A.

So, what's to lose?

Why are you so hot to do this, Neal?

Everybody knows about Weeks.

He's a knee-buster and a bigot.
The only reason he's lasted this long

is none of the two dozen charges
against him has ever stuck.

I've never taken down
a coke importer, Captain.

-Maybe there's a promotion in it.
-That sounds good, Neal.

Now, what's the real reason?

Well, as much of a honky
as he is, Captain,

I've got a feeling about it.

I think it could have been
a righteous shoot.

Okay.

Find LaRue and start laying it out.

Right.

You gotta listen
to what this guy's saying.

(laughing)

I don't know. You tell me.
What do you think this junk is worth?

I paid a thousand.

I'd take 800.

(laughing): I bet you will.

What happened?
Did you get tired of being a dentist?

Right. Only mouth I catch
my fingers in is my own.

(laughing):
I wouldn't completely bet on that.

Say what?

I said I'm gonna give you 50 bucks.

Man, you're trying to rip me off?

Look, pal, you know how many dentists
I get who are going out of business?

Come on.
This kind of medical junk don't move.

You know what moves? Gold.

Seems to me

I did take some gold
outta this dude's upper plate.

How much gold?

Four ounces.

(chuckles)

You bring that in. That I can move.

(sighs)

You catalog that 517-MB-1135.

517-MB-35.

Why didn't you try for that guy's name?

Patience, hair ball.

I got 10-to-1 says that piece of cheese

took down that dental clinic
over on North Pulaski,

and I'm gonna bust him
and his running mates.

You should've pumped him for drugs.
That's what we're here for.

I'll be back in a couple minutes.

-I've seen better.
-Come on. Take a good look.

What do you think this is? Zircons?

These are genuine diamonds,
and the setting's 18 karat.

Come on, man.
Any other jewelry store in this town

would give me 2,500, no questions.

Yeah? Who, for instance?

Come up a little and we got a deal.

I'm overstocked now.

Look, why don't you bring me something
I can move a little faster?

Pop for 1,900.
I'll see what I can't put together.

I swear to God, man.
I got some righteous connections.

Okay, you got yourself a deal.
But put it together fast.

I got customers waiting on it.

(jazz music playing)

Excuse me.

-No, don't!
-(sighs) Oh!

What the hell are you doing here, huh?

(groans)

-Oh, man.
-Where's your brains, J.D.?

-What--
-That is not a fence in there.

That is a front, a scam.

They got you on videotape, J.D.

They got your voice, they got your prints,

and the money they gave you
is marked, ya crud-for-brains.

Oh, man.

Is it hot?

Is that jewelry hot?

No. It belongs to this chick.

Don't lie to me,
not unless you want broken kidneys.

I'm being straight.

It's a payback. The chick owes me.

Better have the lady come in.

The both of you got
to explain it to the captain.

And do not try to move that money.

Uh, that's gonna be a little hard to do.

The lady's being difficult.

Total vacancy between the ears.

You know what I mean?

Mick,

what's the chances on something
happening to the videotape?

Did you just tell me this was straight?

Hey, it is. It is!

It-- It'd be a lot easier with your help.

Be a lot easier with my help?

I've covered for your screwups before.

We all have. Not this time.

Not a chance.

And get yourself some mouthwash!

You smell like the inside
of a pint bottle.

Hey!

RENKO: ♪ Red-eyed drunk
on the back porch ♪

♪ I'm out there loving you ♪

♪ Out by my window ♪

♪ And I'll know what to do ♪

That's, uh… Oh, no.
Don't go into that place again.

What goes on in there depresses me no end.

Not as much as your singing
depresses me, though, Renko.

You know what? You don't appreciate music
in any way, shape or form.

You like calypso, shopping center music.

(vocalizing)

(knocking)

-Yeah?
-Officer Hill, Shirret.

I was in the neighborhood.
I thought I'd stop by.

Oh, I thought you were alone.
Just a minute.

Mm. Mm.

-No kids.
-Where are the little ones, Shirret?

Shh! They're sleeping in the bedroom.

-So, how's it going?
-Fine.

They're sleeping in the bedroom.

You look like you're stepping out
this evening. You look very nice.

Oh, nice enough?

(chuckles)

For a grown man, you sure act awfully shy.

(chuckles)

If you're gonna be going out tonight,
who's gonna be watching your children?

My girlfriend Darlene.

We made an agreement to watch
each other's so we can go out.

I'm gonna take them
over there in a little while.

Hers are coming here tomorrow.

Sounds like a nice agreement.
Hope it works out.

Oh, it will.

Don't you worry.

Let's go, Renko.

Would you like a glass
of wine or something?

Some juice?

Uh, no, thanks.
If I see your welfare worker,

I'll tell her you're getting
the problem worked out just fine.

Would you? That'd be nice. Thank you.

Let's go, Renko.

-Ma'am.
-Y'all take care now.

You too, Shirret.

(police radio chatter)

You know, I trust that woman about
as far as I can spit canal water.

-She's making an effort.
-Yeah, to recruit you,

between the sheets and otherwise.

These people, I swear.

The best thing you could do for those kids
is to do what the welfare worker wants.

-Get 'em away from her.
-Don't start that stuff on me, Renko,

because I'm not in the mood
to hear it, all right?

Yeah. I guess I'm just an overly critical,

overly sensitive,

highly misanthropic individual
with a wry, skeptical persona.

(laughing)

-Who have you been talking to?
-Been talking to books.

Trying to improve my word power.

-I'm gonna switch my major to English.
-To English, huh?

Would you drop me over to Nash Avenue?
I wanna catch this train.

-Gotta sign out, Professor.
-You can do it for me.

No. Uh-uh. Esterhaus watches
that damn clock like a hawk.

-Just lie for me, partner.
-What?

What are friends for? Lie.

All right, sucker. You owe me one now.

Don't call me sucker.
And I don't owe you anything.

-Psst.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Come on in.

You come on out.

I'd like to take you to dinner.
I might even pay for it.

Andy, I wish I could.

I teach a class in 40 minutes.

Well, then, I'm just gonna have to spend
the next 40 minutes staring at you.

You have a good day, cowpoke?

I had a usual day.

A bunch of gang punks
and hookers and pimps

and mentally deficient reprobates
out in the street.

My God, you are pretty.

Every single time I close my eyes today,
all I can look at is your face.

Andy, come on. The door is open.

Uh, what do you think you're doing?

Andy, what are you doing?

Andy?

(whispering): Come here. Come here.

I miss you so.

I miss you so.

Oh, Andy, listen, not here.

We got 40 minutes
before you have to teach your class.

And I want you so bad it hurts.

Hmm!

(romantic music playing)

Andy, this is crazy. You know that.

I don't care.

I don't care.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, Frank, I thought you'd never get here!

I came as soon as I heard, Fay.

I swear, Frank, I get
more support from my panty hose

than I do from the cops
in this garbage dump of a city!

You wanna tell me what happened?

What happened?

I got mugged. That's what happened.

Uh, can I see the report, please?
Thank you.

I tell you, Frank.
This has been one hell of a year.

I mean, first,
I get arrested in a hot tub.

Oh, I believe it was your Sergeant Walsh
that got the initial eyeful.

And then I am terrorized
by obscene phone calls

by that maniac patient of Harvey's.

And now this,
which is truly the highlight.

Frank, they pushed me down on the ground,

and one of 'em had his whole arm up
my dress looking for valuables.

(sobbing)

And where was heroic Harvey?

(laughs)

Harvey just stood there
like an idiot saying,

"Don't panic. Give them what they want."

Give them what they want?

(sobbing): I swear, Frank.

I saw something in Harvey tonight

I don't ever wanna see again…

the real Harvey.

Uh, I'm really sorry
about the engagement ring.

That wasn't all.
They got my, uh, my necklace

and my-- my bracelets,

all my cash, my credit cards.

Oh, and my tear gas canisters.

Wonderful, huh?

Oh, yeah, and-and the alimony check.

No problem.
I'll just write you another one.

Hot X-rays, Ms. Furillo.
You wanna take a look?

Frank, this is Dr. Redman,
the orthopedist.

-How are you?
-How do you do?

Broken thumb right here.

If you don't wanna lose mobility,
you'll need surgery.

-Surgery?
-Yeah. What you got to do is

remove this piece of bone here
floating around in the joint,

otherwise it interferes with the ligament.

It's called a gamekeeper's thumb.

How soon would you have to do this?

I've already booked you an O.R.

You'll be out of here by 9:00 a.m.

No offense, Doctor,
but shouldn't we get a second opinion?

Oh, no offense taken. Uh…

But I'm pretty familiar
with this kind of break.

-I've had a few of them myself.
-The man's All-Pro, Frank.

Oh, Otis Redman. Of course.
Syracuse All-American.

Then you played for St. Louis, right?
Seventy--

Seventy-two to '79.

Well, the officer told me.

-Shall we go for it?
-Will it leave a scar?

Just a little one.

Besides, scars are sexy.

Uh, why don't you two talk this over,

and I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?

-Excuse me.
-Sure.

(sighs)

You sure you wanna
go through with this, Fay?

Well, I'm here. I mean,
we might as well get it over with.

-Besides, I trust him.
-I noticed.

-What about Frank, Jr.?
-He's with my mother tonight.

If you could pick him up,
take him to school in the morning,

and then come back and get me--

-Sure. No problem.
-Thanks.

You know, I'm scared, Frank. (exhales)

Do you want me to stay for the operation?

No, it's not the operation I'm afraid of.

It's the reason for the operation.

I don't like living in a jungle, Frank.

And I don't want to raise Frank, Jr.
in a jungle either.

-I mean, I wanna get outta here.
-(sighs)

All right. Well,
maybe we can talk about that tomorrow.

I don't think I'm gonna
feel any different tomorrow.

Maybe not, but at least we can talk.

Okay.

Are you sure you don't want me to stay?

No, I'm fine. But thanks.

You go ahead.

(woman on P.A., indistinct)

Excuse me. Uh, could you tell me
where the children's ward is, please?

It's third floor, west.

Henry?

Frank, what are you doing here?

I was down in Emergency.

Fay got mugged.

Oh, gee. Is she all right?

Oh, yeah. Broken thumb.

She's scared. The thumb will heal.

While I was here,
I thought I'd check on Josh.

How's it going?

Beats the hell out of me.

They don't know anything.
They're not telling me.

So, we wait.
Rachel and I are taking turns.

-Mind if I wait with you?
-No.

You know, the infuriating part, Frank,

is my little guy's lying there in a coma,
and I can't do a damn thing about it

except wait here with my thumb up my nose,
trying… (exhales)

…not to think about losing him

and not being able to think
about anything else.

Mr. Goldblume,

may I speak with you privately
for a moment, please?

Yeah. Uh, excuse me, Frank.

Sure.

(quiet talking)

(no audible dialogue)

(theme music playing)

(sobbing)

No, he-- he's okay, Frank.

He's come out of the coma.
Doctor says he's gonna be fine.

(sobbing)

(whispers): Thank God.

(sobbing)

(theme music playing)