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NARRATOR: In the last episode
of Hill Street Blues…

-Freeze!
-(gunshots)

MAN: Dead before he hit the ground, Frank.

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

Well, Lieutenant, as I recall,
I said, "Freeze, niggers,

or I'll blow your heads off."

Those are headhunters, man. Pros!

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

It was a clean shoot.

They shot at me, and I shot back.

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.

-What do you say we just put the board…
-(yells)

Now, look here, lady.

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

-Andy, this is crazy. You know that.
-I don't care.

You wanna tell me what happened?

I got mugged. That's what happened.

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

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

I mean, I wanna get out of here.

(indistinct chatter)

Item 15 regards the so-called…

Cutter's Hill,

at the northeast corner of St. James Park.

Night patrol endeavored to break up

an impromptu conga party there
around 3:00 a.m.

and were fired upon, needless to say,
by unfriendlies.

So, now two riot details
from Division remain on the scene.

So, let's pay attention
to that situation out there.

-It's gonna be hot today. Humid.
-(discontented muttering)

Particularly angry,
given the public response

to that officer-involved shooting
four nights ago.

Item 16.

The unauthorized signing-outs

of certain officers of this precinct
by certain other officers…

-MAN: Nobody did that for me.
-…who shall remain nameless.

Ladies and gentlemen,
aside from the obvious impropriety

of said alleged behavior,

there's a disturbing
breach of ethics here as well

that troubles me.

-(drum beating)
-MAN: Hello!

I'm looking for the famous
Sergeant Phil Esterhaus.

Oh, hello to you.

You must be the famous
Sergeant Phil Esterhaus.

Ah, we're gonna really knock off
your-- (foreign word)

-(all laughing)
-Make room! Get ready. Here we go.

-Get ready! Here we go!
-(jingling)

(drum continues)

(cheering)

(trilling)

MAN: Whoo!

MAN: Let's go. Let's go.

-(drum continues)
-(cheering)

(no audible dialogue)

Are you ready, Sergeant?

(yipping)

(police murmuring appreciatively)

(trilling)

(applause, cheering)

Oh, Sergeant. She not through
with you yet, Sergeant.

(laughing)

WOMAN: "Gonna be hot today."

(police murmuring appreciatively)

(drum continues)

(police murmuring appreciatively)

MAN: Pretty cute, huh, Sergeant?

(all cheering)

MAN: Happy birthday!

Happy birthday.

ALL: Ooh! Ooh!

Happy birthday.

(clapping)

MAN: Clap hands. Everybody, please.
Clap hands. Thank you very much.

(trills)

MAN: All right. Here we go. Good-bye.
(continues, indistinct)

All right. All right.

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 convinced if they wanted
to get ahold of me

they'd call me in the middle of the night,
wake me up, say, "Come to work."

They wouldn't care about my overtime.

-They wouldn't care about anything.
-Whoa, whoa. Hey. What is that?

-What?
-Rhonda do that to you last night?

(scoffing): Rhonda? Uh-uh.
We're talkin' a new team now.

Wait. Vanessa. Your neck.

Tammy. Tammy.

Oh, no. Not Sandra Pauley. Cowboy, please.

Oh, she is the finest woman
I ever met in my life.

Bright and educated.

You know, she's going for
her Ph.D. in English lit.

And refined. She's the only woman I know

who can speak French to me
without me wanting to punch her out.

If I was a less secure type,
I'd wonder what she saw in me.

What? What? What?
I told you I'd see you later.

Get out of here.

Your sensitivity, no doubt.

-No doubt.
-No doubt.

You bet I cut him!
Dude stole my deck chair, man!

MAN: You don't need no picture.
You need a smack upside your head.

Happy birthday, Sarge.
Another year down the drain.

Hey, Phil.

(laughing):
Some physique on that woman, huh?

Well-rounded and supple.

And the way she moved it.

Under other circumstances, Ray,

I might've shared
your appreciation of her musculature,

but as it is, I was embarrassed
in the extremis.

-Embarrassed?
-I'm a basically shy man, Ray.

-FURILLO: Happy birthday, Phil.
-Francis, uh,

do you know who's responsible
for that blatant ribaldry downstairs?

No. I really don't, Phil.

Probably a bunch of guys
took up a collection.

Ask around.

-Mmm. Say, lover.
-Hmm?

Did you get the car
in the shop for new brakes?

No. I gotta get it to the garage at 8:30.

-They said it'll be ready around 3:00.
-Oh, man.

How are we gonna get around until then?

Hey. Relax, will ya, man? Clark's out
with phlebitis. We'll take his unit.

Yeah. Yeah. Hello. Hello.

Jennifer Crosby pick up her messages yet?

Okay. Tell her John LaRue called again.
Call me. It's important. Right.

Sarge, are these all my messages?

What you see is what you got.

-A moment, fellas.
-Sure, Sarge.

Uh, that little performance in roll call--

Tell the truth.

Did you boys cook it up, huh?

-(laughing): Uh-uh.
-No.

My taste runs more
to your double-decker bump and grind,

if you get my thrust.

MAN: Whoo!

MAN 2: Whoa. Hey, Fay. Lookin' good.

MAN 1: Ooh! Ooh!

Caribbean or Puerto Vallarta sounds nice.

-(door opens)
-But Bora-Bora? Sounds redundant.

Uh-oh. Listen. I gotta go, Counselor.

Could we talk about this over dinner? Hmm?

Sure. 7:30. Right. Yeah. Yes. Bye.

Fay, you look spectacular.

Thank you.

-How's the thumb?
-It feels great.

You know, getting mugged

is the best thing that's happened
to me since our divorce, Frank.

-Gee, thanks.
-Oh, come on. Don't be so sensitive.

I mean, what I mean is it--

it sort of made me come face-to-face
with my own mortality.

-You have no idea what a rut I was in.
-Yes, I have.

What with my work
and motherhood and Harvey.

By the way, that ship has sailed.

I mean, you were so right
about him, Frank.

He is. He is humorless.
He's arrogant. He's pedantic.

-I mean, he has chronic dermatitis.
-(chuckles)

-What's so funny?
-You.

I've never seen you so up.

-Well, it's Otis.
-Otis?

Redman?

Your orthopedist?

Well, he's much more than my orthopedist.

How much more?

Well, uh, we went to the basketball game
and had soul food the other night.

Last night it was dinner and the theater.

I'm having lunch with him
today at Café Olé.

This guy gives new meaning
to the word "operate."

Don't you think you're moving
this a little briskly?

And aren't you being a little paternal?

You're right. It's none of my business.
I apologize.

Oh. Never mind. Listen.

What I came here for is to find out

whether you can take
Frank Jr. for the weekend.

-The whole weekend?
-Well, see, Otis has invited me

to go to an orthopedic convention
in St. Louis.

I mean, it's not Bora-Bora,
my dear, but, uh--

Fay, are you sure about this?

Honestly?

No.

But, um,

I'm very flattered, and I'm very excited.

And I have to admit, I'm a little curious.

I'd hate to see you get hurt.

Frank, getting hurt is part of life.

Come on. Will you take him?

-Sure.
-Oh!

Great. Thank you.

-Francis, your-- Oh. Excuse me.
-Hi, Phil.

Well, hello, Fay.

Wow. What an attractive ensemble.

-Thank you.
-Hmm.

-Bye, Phil.
-Bye.

Ooh. Nice scent.

-Ooh.
-Phil.

Oh. Excuse me. You're gonna be late
to your meeting with the chief.

-Frank!
-WOMAN (over P.A. system): Frank Furillo.

Captain Frank Furillo,
you have a phone call.

Pick up on the courtesy phone, please.

-Furillo.
-Yeah, Captain.

We picked up Pinky Reiner on Utica

and tailed him to the Bixby Hotel.

-You know the place.
-Yeah. Very interesting.

Yeah. Weeks's story is lookin' stronger.

Okay, Neal. Good work.
Stay with him, but be patient.

Yeah. I know what you mean, Captain.

Don't worry.

Yeah. Later.

Hey. Make it quick, J.D.

Yeah. Hi. Uh, this is J.D. LaRue again.

Did, uh, Jennifer Crosby
pick her messages up yet?

Oh. What time's her flight due in?

Okay. Look. Tell her she can call me
anytime tonight after she gets in. Okay?

Hey. You know, you got a dynamite voice.
Uh, you an actress or somethin'?

Oh, no. I-- I'm in law enforcement.

No, no. Jennifer's been doing

a little undercover work for me.
That's all.

Huh?

What's your name?

Tiffany. Tiffany. Hey. That's great.

-Come on. He's splittin'.
-Hold on a second, Tiffany. Okay?

Look. I gotta get the car
to the garage anyway. Okay? So you go on.

I'll find out your location from Dispatch.
I'll hitch a ride out.

Yeah, baby. No, nothin'. Just a friend.

Right. Huh?

Me? No. I'm not doing anything.

-(engine starts and revs)
-(tires squeal)

Hey, if she's not there later tonight…

(tires squealing)

What do you think, baby?
Maybe, uh, you and I could, uh,

catch a little dinner sometime soon, huh?

(laughing): Hey!

Can't shake you.

Ah. You thought you had me,
didn't ya, huh?

Yes, sir.

(panting): You really pulled
those last 6 points out there at the end.

Hello, Frank. Glad you could make it.
You know Lieutenant Digby out of Division?

-Sure. We've met. Good game.
-Captain.

-He's a tough competitor.
-MAN: My head!

But you gotta go some to beat
the old fox at the wire, huh?

-My head!
-Yes, sir.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna go hit the showers, Chief.

-See ya, Digby.
-Captain.

-Take it easy. I can't--
-Just keep walking.

I'm dizzy.

-Uh--
-Doggone fiberglass.

It doesn't have the tensile strength
of a good steel racquet.

Howard, is that man all right?

Sure, Frank. He just got a little close
to my backswing. That's all.

A dozen stitches, and the old melon
will be as good as new.

You ought to try this game, Frank.
It really centers you.

-Yeah. I see that, Howard.
-(sighs)

You could use some exercise, Frank.

Lose some weight.

Color's a little pasty. Jowly too, huh?

Tighten up the old breadbasket.

I'll teach you the rudiments of the game.
You just say the word.

Thanks, Howard. If time allows.

Well, let me shower up,
and we'll put on the feed bag, okay?

Come on, Howard. Last one in the shower
has to hold the soap.

-(laughs)
-(chuckles)

MAN: Would you like some cheese?

No point in dancing around it, Frank.
I'm feeling heat on this one.

The mayor's office,
community action groups,

Black Citizens Coalition on the Hill--

-They all want Weeks's head on a pole.
-I appreciate that, Chief.

Then damn it, Frank. Why the delay?

Too many questions, not enough answers,

and a feeling down in my gut
that, as rotten as he is,

Weeks is telling the truth this time.

I'm deeply troubled, Frank. You know why?

Because when the president announced
his intention to visit the Hill,

you were conspicuous
by your lack of enthusiasm.

And when you had the opportunity
to promote yourself

off the Hill and up to commander,
you literally gave it away.

Now you're at it again.

And given Weeks's history
of racial bias leading to incident,

your concern for his welfare
mystifies me, Frank.

My concern for Weeks
is the same as for any other cop

involved in a shooting incident:

that he have a thorough investigation

before he goes before a Board of Rights
or a coroner's inquest.

Weeks is not like any other cop, Frank.
He's a liability.

A disgrace to the entire force.

If we don't make an example of him,

it'll do irreparable damage
to this department's image.

Chief, you already know
I'm not a political person.

I'm also not naive.

I've been known to bend a rule or two.

But this is asking me to place
image above morality. I can't do that.

Bottom line, Frank.

It's not image or politics or morality.

It's perception.

If Weeks gets away with this shooting,

righteous or not, the entire community
will perceive cover-up.

They will scream cover-up.

And while we're busy defending ourselves,
someone will drop a match up there,

and you'll have a full-blown riot
on your hands.

Where's the morality in that?

You want to get married, Lucy?

I can't today, Joe.

You know, I was there once.

That is the quickest way
to ruin a good relationship.

I'm not sure I'm the domestic type either.

But that does not mean
that I'm into your basic one-night stands.

Hey. I know what you mean.
I'm the same way.

You need a certain kind of, uh,

intimacy I guess you'd say

-in order for, uh--
-Joe, you want to check that out?

(action music playing)

COFFEY: How you doin'? What's happenin'?

-Nothin'. There ain't nothin' happening.
-Wait a second. What are you doing?

Puttin' these tires in the trunk
of the car here, chuck meat.

-Yeah. I can see that. Are they yours?
-No. They're my Uncle Sidney's.

-That's his truck.
-Wait a second. Fellas.

Before I make a hasty judgment, why don't
one of you just tell me what's going down?

We gotta take these tires
we're borrowin' from Sidney's truck

and put 'em on my truck,
so I can drive to the airport

and pick up my mom comin' in from Atlanta.

Does anybody here have proof
of ownership of this truck?

Callin' us liars, huh?

You think we're lying?

Why don't you jump back in--

in your police car, white lady,
before something happens here.

-Hey. Just a second--
-Don't, "Just second, son," me.

I ain't your son.

-Ain't nobody here your son.
-Lucy, why don't you get in the car?

-I can handle--
-Get in the car and radio

for some backup. All right?

MAN: Better remember where you are!
This is my neighborhood!

All right. Get away from the car.

(man shouts)

-(shouting)
-COFFEY: All right. Let her through.

Back off now. Back off, pal.

Back off.

(all shouting)

This is Unit 2203
requesting immediate backup

for officers in distress.

(racket)

-Lock the doors.
-The 1400 block of Jefferson Avenue.

(glass shatters)

(banging)

Damn it, Artie. Take it easy.

It's only a firecracker.

(cheering)

Now put it away.

(jeering)

Hey, Lucy. Why don't you go wait
in the truck? We're almost finished here.

I'm all right.

MAN: Just get it out of here.

Hey, Vinnie.

I don't mean to rush ya, but there are
a lot of places I'd rather be than here.

What do you think?
I really like it up here?

I didn't want this job in the first place.

-(people shouting)
-(glass shatters)

-(man shouting in Spanish)
-MAN 2: Yeah.

You can play it as cool as you want,
Bobby, but I'm kind of tired

of sittin' idly by while crowds
of complete strangers yell insults at me.

Not to mention what that guy with the comb
in his bush said about my mother.

Don't think
I didn't see you looking at him

when that guy said to you
something about being an Oreo.

-(radio chatter)
-Drop it.

-If I want a replay--
-You hear that?

That's Shirret Anders's address.
I'm not going over there.

-You get none of--
-Just drive there, man.

-You--
-Just drive!

(theme music playing)

(people shouting angrily)

I just want to show you somethin' here.

This water been falling down my…

I don't even know
how to turn the water off.

-Hey.
-(all talking at once)

-Look at that thing. It's gonna flood.
-Can you believe this?

Someone could have been electrocuted.

-Your whole house--
-Don't even bother askin' me.

Would someone just stay here
for an hour at the most?

I can't take care of them children.
I got a family of my own.

RENKO: Hey. Where you goin', lady?

This'll be the last time, lady.

Until the welfare people pick 'em up.

If you think she's gonna be
at the Holland House Bar, she ain't there.

Well, where in the hell is she then?

Well, honey, if she can't tell ya,
I sure can.

(knocking)

-I heard you the first time.
-Is Shirret Anders here?

-Sorry, fellas. Wrong pad.
-She's here.

Hey. You can't come bustin'
into no pad like that.

What are y'all doin'?

I was wrong about you, Shirret.

-Put on your clothes. I'm booking you.
-(shouting)

-Shut up.
-I have to go home to my babies.

-The welfare people are taking them.
-Don't take my babies.

-I don't know nothin' about no babies.
-Shut up, Leon.

You're a liar. You ought to be ashamed--

-Put on your clothes. Shut up, Leon.
-Hey!

-Shut up!
-Hey! Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey, man. Now stop.
You're way out of line here now.

Come on. You're gonna kill him. Stop it.

Let me go. (panting)

Get out of here, man.

(panting)

(horn honks)

MAN: Hey! Taxi! Cabbie, right here!

Didn't faze you a bit today, did it?

-What?
-Today.

Yeah. It did.

It did, huh?

Look, I want to be honest
with you about something.

-What? Yeah?
-I had one thing on my mind out there.

And that was getting you
the hell out of there to a safe place.

Joe, what are you talkin' about?

-Joe.
-Listen to me.

-Lucy.
-Joe, there are people here. Come on.

I don't care.

I got something real strong for you, Lucy.

I want to-- I want to watch out for ya.

I want to be with ya.

I really want to make it with you, Lucy.

Come on. Don't kid around. I--I--

-Look--
-It's not funny.

It's not meant to be funny, Lucy.

Come on. Joe.

MAN: Waitress.

Look, I--I don't want you
to misunderstand me.

Because I'm not trying to pressure you.

-I'm just telling you like it is.
-Okay.

Okay.

If I don't turn you on,
I don't turn you on.

I don't think
that I'd kick you out of bed.

If you know what I mean.

That's a handy coincidence then.

What?

Well, this place.
You know, bein' a hotel and all.

I don't believe it.
That's just what people think.

You know, you partner up with a woman,
and then right away,

wham, bam, automatic.

I know what the guys say.

Well, what difference does it make

if that's what they already think?

Hey, listen. That's not a reason.

Not if you want what I want.

(horn honking)

It's gonna affect our work out here.
You know that. I know it.

I'm gonna be your squeeze.
I'm not gonna be your partner.

Look. Well, I don't have
a problem with that.

I do!

I like you very mu…

I really do.

But don't rush me into this.

Just give me a little time to think.
That's all.

(engine starts)

(exhales)

MAN: Got some handcuffs on sale, LaRue.

But I imagine you get yours at wholesale.

-Ah, take a walk, Peters.
-Oh. Hey, hey. Hey.

Take a look--Take a look
at that new Danish annual.

It's a regular barnyard inside.

-(chuckles)
-(film projector whirring)

-Hey.
-(woman moaning on film)

-MAN (on TV): Hello, Mimi.
-(woman moaning)

2,000 even.

-Do you want to count it?
-No. That's cool.

-I owe you one.
-That's comforting.

Especially after those Midtown boys
busted me last month.

Hey. You get this straight.
It's a loan, Tanner. Just a loan.

What's the juice?

500 on top. Friday at the latest.

-No problem.
-I hope not.

After that it's 10% a week,
compounded daily.

Ten a week?

-Right.
-Hey, LaRue.

You used to be such a clean whistle.

Since when'd you start doing business
with guys like me, huh?

(laughs)

No. It's nothing important, Sarge.

If you happen to see LaRue,
ask him to give me a call right away.

I mean, it's, uh-- it's kind of important.

Uh, comprehension-wise,

I'm a bit in the dark here, Belker.

It's kind of personal, Sarge--
between me and him.

No. Can't tell you that either.

'Cause I don't know
who set up the belly dancer.

That guy spends more time on the phone
than my teenage daughter.

BELKER:
Well, I don't know what to tell you.

He got a call
from his mother this mornin'.

She busted his chops for over 10 minutes
about his mating habits.

-(bell jingles)
-Cool it. We got another customer.

-Come on in, pal.
-Yeah. Hey. How you doin'?

-Good. How are you?
-Oh. Fair to middlin'.

-Good. You got somethin' to sell today?
-Yeah. I got somethin'

-I want to get off right away.
-Oh, marone.

All right. Move it. I want all your cash,
and I want it right now.

Come on. Come on. Move it.

You sure you want to be doing this?

I said move it, short stuff,
or I'll blow your head off right here.

Come on. I ain't got all day.
Let's get it on!

Come on. Come on.

You know, before you do
anything real stupid,

I think that you gotta take a look
at our specialty items first.

Look. I ain't got all day.

Can you see that?

That's a 12-gauge double-barrel
with a money-back guarantee

pointed right between your eyes.

Comes as a matching set
with this one here.

All right.
Tell you what I'm gonna do for you.

If you take the both of 'em,

I'm gonna throw in my police badge and…

this gorgeous video unit here.

You smile, dog breath!

You're on Candid Camera!

MAN: All right. You take the second watch.

-WOMAN: Hill Street station.
-(phone ringing)

Hey, Leo. (laughs)

Hey. Thanks for the birthday surprise
in roll call this morning.

-Ooh. The shimmy on that woman.
-Yeah.

Ooh, ooh! Not to mention
the undulating abdominal region.

Yeah. She was some cookie, but, uh--
Hey. I can't take credit.

I was, uh, just as surprised
as you were, Sarge.

Oh. Wasn't you, huh?

-Uh-uh.
-How about Delgado?

-He's got that kind of mind.
-(phone rings)

Well, I doubt it, but you can ask.

(phone rings)

Move your feet, dog barf!

Belker. Tag the cannon.

(explosion)

-(shouting)
-MAN: Hold it! Hold it!

(clicks, whirs)

(phone rings)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: It's supposed to be safe in here.

(chuckles)

Inside, dog drool!

-Come on!
-Hey. Come on, man.

(growls)

MAN: All right. Where were we?

Leo, uh, maybe call the vending machine
company, would you, huh?

-Leo.
-Oh, boy.

(indistinct chatter)

Oh, now, what is this?

Hey, hey, hey. Get your feet off here.

Don't ever have your feet like that
in a police station ever.

-Get her out of here.
-HILL: I know where--

I know you know where.
Just get her out of here.

Know what? We had to take
those two children down to juvenile hall.

We can't find a welfare worker.

-She is the worst--
-Keep trying, Andy.

-Renko. You by any chance seen LaRue?
-(exhales): LaRue?

Yeah. Him and Washington are on some kind
of cocaine stakeout or something.

-Why? What's the problem?
-It's no problem.

If you talk to him, tell him to call me.
It's important.

Mick, what happened to that machine?

Mick, I-- I was gonna eat somethin'
when I came back here. I got all--

(cheerful music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Ah, I'm busy. Sorry.

WOMAN: Hey. Look out, buddy.

(indistinct chatter continues)

He's in the food stand, J.D.

(no audible dialogue)

(woman speaking Spanish)

-(indistinct chatter)
-Damn.

(horn honks)

MAN: Hey, man! Watch where you're goin'!

Damn! I think he's trying to shake us.

Cover the Grant Street entrance.

(action music playing)

Watch it.

(panting)

J.D. J.D.!

Damn it, J.D. Where the hell are you?

Good, man. I was afraid
you wouldn't get that two thou in time.

Oh, hi, Ma. Yeah.
Everything's "copa" down here.

-Got here just fine.
-All right. Look. That's good.

-How we doin'?
-He's one game up.

I'll let him win two more,
then I'll smack him.

All right. Look.
You take this thing slow and easy.

I want to make it look
as close as possible. Right?

Aw, tough break. Just missed the 15 ball.

Listen. Ma,
I'll be home for dinner. Okay? Bye.

(exhales deeply)

(laughs)

Pa, I'm laughing because I don't believe
what I'm hearing.

All right. But I want you to calm down
long enough

to tell me why you want to put my mother
in a mental institution.

What do you mean you're in love
with another woman? You're 83.

Where you goin' so fast
with another woman?

That's crazy. You can't keep up
with a 68-year-old.

I mean, how often can you--

No kidding. That often?

What's Ma been feeding you?

Your welfare worker, Miss Thompson,
is tied up in court all day.

-She'll be seeing you tomorrow.
-What about my babies?

They'll have to stay in juvenile hall.

I talked with the captain about it.
He said not to file charges,

providing you promise to come in here
tomorrow and meet with your welfare lady.

-Please, don't take my babies from me.
-I can't do anything about that.

-You can do it.
-I can't do it.

I warned you, Shirret.

The welfare lady warned you.

We tried to work it out with you,
but you just couldn't cut it,

-so that's all there is to it.
-You can do it,

but you just hate me too much

'cause deep down inside you're just
as chuck belly fish white as they are.

I didn't put your babies in a home, girl!
You did that!

-You're lyin'! You're lyin'!
-You did it, Shirret!

You understand? You did that!

Girl, you don't know
how ashamed you make me feel.

-FURILLO: Neal.
-He shook me down on Lafayette Avenue.

Boy, sure sounds as if he's getting ready
to move some merchandise.

Yeah. I wouldn't mind staking out
that hairdresser's tonight.

We take Weeks into the coroner's inquest
tomorrow.

Let's do this right, maybe get lucky.

I'll see what I can work out
with Narcotics.

-Right.
-Where's LaRue?

Couldn't say.

He'll turn up.

(phone rings)

(indistinct chatter)

-Yeah.
-Yeah. It's me. What's goin' on?

-Yeah, Ma.
-Hey, look. How much?

Ah--How much you think we're up?

-By a thou?
-You're close.

Six grand.

Six grand? Six grand?

(laughs)

All right. Look. Stay there.
Just stay there.

Hey, Ma. Would you stop worrying?

I'll be right over. Right.

(cheerful music playing)

(laughing)

(indistinct murmuring)

(theme music playing)

(tire scrapes curb)

Kid?

-(whispering): Hey, kid.
-(coughs)

(groans)

Oh, man. Oh, man.

They get it all? Every nickel?

Okay. Come on. Try to get up on your feet.
I'm gonna get you down

the hospital to Emergency.

I can't.

Damn it to hell.
Get on your feet, will ya? Come on.

(panting)

Had to do it, huh?

You had to make him look silly, didn't ya?

Okay. Come on.

Easy now. Easy.

(grunts)
We've had it with you guys up here.

I've never seen machines vandalized
or abused like this.

-Hold it down. No yelling.
-No, no, no.

Let me tell you something.
You're worse than the kids.

No. This is it. This is it.

I'm taking every one of my machines
out of--out of this lunatic asylum!

What can I say? We try our best,
but given the traffic,

we can't always be attentive

to the health and welfare
of these fine machines.

Guys are really gonna miss 'em.

Especially those little sweet rolls
that come four to a package with--

-Oh, yeah.
-What's that stuff--

That's right. With the lemon cream
with the coconut and the nutmeg.

-Come on now. It's on the truck.
-Lou. Lou. Come on.

Hey, Lou. Lou. Look.

Hey. Why don't I buy you guys
a couple of cups of java?

If we're parting ways, there's no reason
not to do so amicably.

After all, you've got your needs,
we've got our needs, et cetera, et cetera.

(scoffs)

You know something?

This is the same line you pulled

the last time I wanted to get
my machines out of here.

Guilt! The guilt trip.

No coffee. Nothing. No.

You make it sound like I was
trying to manipulate you. No, Lou.

Lou.

Captain's setting up down
in the roll call. Through that door.

Right.

Washington.

Hey, uh,
I hear you been shouldering most of this.

What's your game?

(chuckles)

Right.

FURILLO: The suspect's name is
George Allen Reiner. Alias Pinky.

About 30 years old. About six feet tall.

Reddish-brown hair. An expensive dresser.

Detective Washington took this picture
outside the Bixby Hotel this morning.

That and Narcotics' suspicion

that he may be
a high-level cocaine importer

are about all we have.

-Jerry.
-Yeah. Couple of things.

First, we all know the kind of pressure
the department's been putting on us

to squelch the fun and games
until the Hill cools down.

That means we go in fast, clean,
without incident.

That means that nobody outside this room
knows what we're doin'.

Look. I'm sorry, man. I had to get
this guy down to Emergency.

The guy was worked over really bad.

The next thing is

we do have a search warrant here
from Judge Schoellkopf,

but it's for the hairdresser's
exclusively.

So, let's be careful
what doors we go through.

Anything to add to this?

Weeks?

-No.
-Any questions?

Neal. Come on, man. I said I was sorry.

What the hell did you want me to do?
Let the guy just lay there?

Hey. Tell me about it, man.
Look at you. You're half juiced.

Hey, man. Hey, man. You come on now.

I'm gonna tell you something.
I haven't had--

I haven't had a drink all day.

One drink. Okay. One drink all day.

Yeah. One drink out of a bowl.

Hey, look. That's the last time
you screw me up, J.D. The last time!

Well, if it wasn't you,
Delgado, who was it?

I mean, the thought is one thing,

but I will not have
my roll calls disrupted.

Not for any reason.

Francis, they won't be pulling
out the vending machines after all.

-I sat the guy down and talked to him.
-Good, Phil.

You really must have
charmed his pants off.

That's right, Lieutenant.

I will not have my roll calls disrupted.
Not for any reason.

(chuckling)

So, what do you think
we ought to order here?

The, uh, Chianti Ruffino here
or the Chianti Classico?

The Classico's got
a little gold star next to it.

(with French accent):
Oh, they sound wonderful.

No, no. Don't talk French at me like that.

(with regular accent):
But I think the Ruffino's cheaper.

Cheap? I don't want to be cheap
when I'm out with my little princess.

-Oh.
-Do you know

that they have wine in this menu

that costs $150 a bottle?

-No.
-Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

And I think maybe
we just oughta order some and taste it,

or better yet, order some
and taste it and send it back.

Or better yet, let me just, uh,
unload this little lump I have here.

-What lump?
-This lump right here.

-What is this?
-Just open it.

Renko, what did you get me?

I bought you a little box that has
some snakes in it that jump out

and crawl up your nose. (laughing)

-(chuckles): You're bad.
-Open it.

Okay. (gasps)

Oh…

Oh, Andy, these are beautiful.

-Oh, baby. I can't take these.
-Oh, yes, you can.

You just take 'em right out of that box,

and you put 'em right up next
to your pretty little ears, and you let--

-Bobby.
-Hey, cowboy.

About time you got here.

Uh, Sandra Pauley, this is
Robert Eugene Hill, my partner.

-Hi. Nice to meet you, Sandra.
-Nice to meet you.

-And you're not late. We just got here.
-Sit on down here, Bobby.

I see you're without a date as usual.

Uh, well, she had to work late.
She'll try to meet us for dessert.

-Yeah. I'm sure she will.
-Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Well, now that I've finally met you,

let me ask you a question.

What does a beautiful woman
like you see in this guy?

Other than maybe feeling sorry for him,
which we all naturally do. (laughs)

It's the gift, Bobby.
Women can't say no to it.

Oh, they can't, huh? (chuckles)

Evening, Ms. Davenport.

(laughs)

Good evening.

-For the club soda.
-MAN: Excuse me. Excuse me.

We've been through this, Frank.

We can't do that without compromising
each other's work.

Joyce, please. I'm starving.

Why can't we just go back, sit down

and enjoy ourselves
like an ordinary couple?

Frank, please. Let's eat at Santello's.

We can fight tomorrow, huh?
Come on. It's been a long day.

Give me a smile.

Ugh.

-The travel agent called.
-You're changing the subject.

She can get us a suite right on the beach

in the last two weeks of May.

Okay. Terrific.

As long as we can sit
at the same table when we eat.

(chuckles)

You can make it, can't you?
You'll make the time?

Let somebody else put out the fires.

How will we register? Mr. and Mrs.?

Any way you want.

Good. Let's try it.

Maybe you'll get to like the sound of it.

Who knows? Maybe so.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN (over walkie-talkie):
He should've shown by now.

We got the warrant, so let's go in.

Negative, man. We're here for Reiner.

Nail him, and we confirm Weeks's story.

We can nail anyone in there on possession.

You really amaze me.

Weeks is one of your own people,
and you just don't give a damn.

Someone ought to read you
the facts of life, Jefferson.

The name's Washington, Chuck.

And you do this the way we agreed,
or scrap it right now.

Hey. Come on. You want some coffee, babe?

No.

(tires squealing)

That's him.

Gotta be.

He's careful, ain't he?

Okay. Let's do it.
Grab the sucker with the briefcase.

Patience, man. Patience. We got a warrant.

Get off your butt and nail him.
Grab him before he goes in.

They're playing games! I knew it!
There they go.

-What the hell are they doing?
-Now.

Go. Go. It's going down.

MAN (over radio): You got it, Washington.
Unit 6 coming in.

(sirens wailing)

-Brakes, J.D.! Brakes!
-No brakes!

WASHINGTON: Oh, no!

-(bang)
-(glass shatters)

(siren wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

I hear it's jewelry, not cocaine.

We're tracing it with Burglary Division.

It's hot anyway. That much we're sure of.

This guy Weeks is something else.

He sets up for cocaine and gets jewelry.

I don't know what the hell to believe
anymore. Where's Washington?

He's with the medics.

Sorry about this, Captain.

-Looks like a broken nose.
-Yep.

You'd better get to a hospital.

I thought I'd wait
until we finish mopping up.

-Where's LaRue?
-He's down there.

-Get to the hospital.
-Right.

(exhales deeply)

(sighs)

Smart move, LaRue.

You went out on an important operation
in a unit with no brakes.

How do you explain that?

Maybe I can explain it for you.

Hey. Wa--Wa--

You're a drunk, my friend.

And because you're a drunk,
you're a screw-up.

And I'm through waiting for you to change.
You got a couple of choices, pal.

Either this, or you call
a Lieutenant Johnson down at Division,

and you say to him,
"I'm a drunk, and I want to change."

You got that? "I want to change."

Otherwise, you're out
of this police department, and I mean now.

Uh…

(sobbing)

Just because we turned up hot jewelry
instead of coke this time

-doesn't mean he was wrong.
-There isn't gonna be a next time.

Coroner's inquest is at 3:00
this afternoon.

And with everybody breathing down their
necks, it looks as if Weeks is looking

at a recommendation
of manslaughter to the D.A.

-How does that grab ya?
-I still think I can turn it, Captain.

Let me try talking to the victim's family
and having another shot

at the store manager, Mr. Beau Gregory.

Come on, Furillo.
3:00 this afternoon. What's to lose?

I have a meeting
in three quarters of an hour

with Chief Daniels
about last night's little fiasco

that's likely to cost me a pound of flesh.

That's what's to lose.

You have any idea what captain's flesh
goes for these days?

I don't know, Weeks. I begin to wonder

if our desire to protect one of our own
hasn't muddied our thinking.

-Meaning what?
-Meaning maybe

there was only one unarmed kid
in that alley that night.

Well, you think
whatever you like, Furillo.

I know what I know.

Captain.
Still haven't heard one single reason

that justifies
why the kid was in the alley,

alone or otherwise,
at 3:00 in the morning.

Neither have I.

Let's try the store manager again.

-At this stage of the game--
-It'll look like exactly what it is:

a last-minute attempt to finagle Weeks
out of an indictment.

All right. Go ahead.

What's to lose? We're in deep.
What the hell's another pound of flesh?

-Go with him, would you, Henry?
-Sure.

(phone rings)

Hey. Washington.

Why?

I mean, wh-- what's in this for you?

-What's the difference?
-No difference.

It's just that, uh, if you had
your chance, no questions asked,

I know you'd like to get a piece of me.

-You got that right.
-Then why?

Has to do with somethin'
you don't understand:

being a good cop.

(water running)

Look, man. You gonna talk to me
about this or what?

Nothing to talk about. It's finished.

-Just like that, huh?
-Just like that?

Man, J.D., don't make me have
to spell it out to ya.

Just let it go.

All right. I know you're upset, man.
You got every right in the world to be.

-I've been a little out of line lately.
-A little out of line?

Man, you almost killed me last night.

You're a drunk. A user.

And you have used me, J.D.

You're a bottomless pit, man,

and you drag everybody
who cares a damn about you into it.

I can change, Neal. Honest to God, I can.

I just gotta straighten my life out first.
That's all.

You won't get your life straightened out
till you change.

And you know what, lover?

I don't think you can do it.

(exhales)

(sighs)

(theme music plays)