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(people chattering)

Operations and assignments
at The Painted Lady Saloon.

We have detectives LaRue and Washington,

initiate a new investigation
in their ongoing arson operation.

That address is 112 Rome Avenue.

I lost that Chinese chick's phone number.

That is the correct address,
isn't it, Detective LaRue?

(stuttering)
Oh, yeah, I... I was just telling Neal

how much I'm looking forward

to initiating the arson
investigation, Sarge.

Yeah, tonight in a Chinese laundry.

-(laughs)
-That's a section two alert, people.

All right, pairings,
Engle, you're with Altman.

Dailey, you're with Silvegi here.

Court testimony Detective Belker.

Also, Officer Russo
and Lieutenant Goldblume

continue undercover in Division's
liquor racketeering investigation.

Item eight...

(chuckles)

Today at 1500 hours

Uncle John Petruzzi goes to jail.

(cheering)

Uncle John's last day of freedom.

You know, I think
it's a shameful thing, Sarge,

the papers treating
that man like a celebrity.

The sentiment's shared
at the podium, Andrew.

-RENKO: Yes, sir.
-But his neighbors are turning out

to send the great man off.

Sergeant Bates and Officer Flaherty,

you are assigned
to crowd and traffic control.

Also, you will check

with Captain Furillo
for further instructions.

Item nine...

with reference to yesterday's shooting
death of officer James Sanders.

While the fatuous press
lionizes the misguided vigilante

who took Officer Sanders' life,

I convey the...

more pedestrian information
that he is survived by his wife and child.

There is a contribution jar on my desk.

Have a safe tour, all of you.

Dismissed.

(clamoring)

Traffic control.

Should've wore my dayglo gloves.

Maybe the captain wants to coach us
on arm signals, huh?

Message, Lieutenant.

I don't know any Dottie Walker.

Well she says she's the talent coordinator
for The Don Chesler Show, Lieutenant.

They want to know
if you're available tonight

to talk about your friend who got killed.

No.

That's for a cop's family.

I don't know,
maybe her number's in my other shirt.

This is fair warning, mister,

by arresting me
you're going to be buying yourself

into more trouble
than you've ever known before,

because I am Bilbao,

and I have the capacity to gypsy curse you
beyond your wildest imagination.

If your name's Bilbao,

how come your driver's license
is Nathan Goldfarb?

He is Nathan Goldfarb.
Don't listen to him what he says.

I tell myself it's a midlife crisis,
I should stand by him.

Who is this woman?

Saved $35,000
from selling a taxi medallion.

All of a sudden he's a storefront gypsy.

The landlord made a complaint, ma'am.

Residing in a commercial space,
cooking animals.

We like at 147th Street and Dekker.

We have an apartment, it's very nice.

And he sits like a meshugana,
on the floor, in a store front,

cooking terrible foods without vents.

Thank God, madam, I am not your husband,
or I'd strangle you with my bare hands.

He puts up a sign, "tarot readings."

God forbid someone
should ask him to read one.

Book him!

Maybe he'll forget about this nonsense.

If you book me, mister...

-Now, don't make me add resisting, sir--
-All right, you leave me no other choice.

Dark eye of Satan, Lord of Romani.

When the blood has been betrayed...

let 100 demons reign.

What did you just do to me?

The curse of 100 demons.

If there is a worse curse

-I don't want to know from it.
-Come on!

-Domestic call, Renko.
-JOE: He put a curse on me.

-Renko.
-I can't work with no curse.

What makes you so special?

WOMAN (on radio):
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See Surplus Store,
corner People's Drive and 124th Street.

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

Office Russo and Lieutenant Goldblume
have been on loan

to division's liquor
racketeering operation.

Officer Russo is undercover.

-(coughs)
-In the course of her undercover work,

she's developed information
that there may be an attempt

on John Petruzzi's life
before he goes to jail.

What kind of information?

Tina's been working
with Dominic Donatelli,

Petruzzi's right hand man.

(coughing)

I'm sorry, I... I got a frog here.

So Officer Russo has been working
under Dominic Donatelli.

-Be nice to know a time and place.
-I'm trying to find out.

We've passed the information
to the Marshall's office.

Lieutenant Buntz, you'll coordinate

by following Petruzzi
with the man assigned

by the federal marshal.

-Who is?
-They haven't told us yet.

Par for the course.

Lucy, you two will be on crowd control.

I want you to keep
your distance from Petruzzi.

I don't want you caught
in a possible crossfire.

Twist our arms.

Uh, Lieutenant Goldblume's
preparing warrants

here at the precinct
for the racketeering arrests.

He'll relay to the site
in case Tina develops

more specific information.

Are you all right, Norm?

(clears throat) Okay, Captain, thanks.

Tina...

I know it's a rough assignment
with, uh, Donatelli.

If I can get time and place,
Captain, I will.

I think the captain means
he knows you're walking on eggshells.

It's okay.

The building we're talking about
is on Jerome Avenue, right?

What building?

Hey, I thought you said this guy
wanted something burned.

We're talking hypothetical,
a hypothetical building.

Hypothetically, it's on Jerome.

Hypothetically, the freaking bills
on this place are putting me under.

There ain't a dollar in it for me,
unless it's burned.

You the guys for the job...
Hypothetically?

A match has been known
to drop from our hand.

-It's happened.
-How much?

Hypothetically?

-I need a phone, 911, I need the police!
-Beat it!

There's a crazy guy out there,
hurt this old lady.

It's a tough city.

Hey, where you going?

Come on, it's an old lady after all.

Uh, real public-minded, your friend.
A regular boy scout.

You asked the question,
how much for a fire?

Saw him knock an old lady
down and take her purse.

Me and my buddy chased him here.

Go away, I don't want
your blood on my hand.

My quarrel is not with you!

Yeah, hit me, you little creep.
I'm no old lady, I'll crush your head.

Hold it! Hold it, police, all right!

-Hey, you're busted.
-I'm busted?

All right,
where's the old lady he roughed up?

Gone. I think her daughter was with her,
they got on the bus.

-Hey, I make the deals.
-Hey, you guys are cops, huh?

-You think I didn't know?
-Oh, we had you, sucker.

Had who?
Our talks were purely hypothetical.

All right, come on, dwarf, I hope at least
there's money in the purse.

Good thing you came.

Oh, I'm thrilled, come on, fellas.

I got to go to work, here,
I wrote our names.

This is just swell, Neal.

Uh, next time I need
a building torched by cops,

I'll call you two guys.

What kind of landlord, tenant dispute?

I feel weird, you know, lightheaded.

Where are you going with this, Renko?
You going for a personal day?

I'm not going for a personal day,
Mr. Wisenheimer.

I'm just telling you
that I don't feel good.

Cowboy, you're talking yourself
into something

behind that screwball gypsy's curse.

Until a hundred thousand demons
reign right into my face.

-The cops.
-You're a jerk, you know that?

Says very clearly, no pets.
Here, read the lease.

I don't have to read this lease.
I don't have to read nothing.

Sir, there's a complaint procedure
if your tenant has a pet violation.

-Not just one pet.
-Wait, what, two pets, three?

-Thousands.
-(buzzing)

-Bees.
-Oh, my Lord.

-The book says they're harmless.
-What booklet?

I am going into business.
I'm going to sell the honey.

Well, they're-they're not the kinda
bees that bite, are they?

They can.
I mean, they still got their sting.

-But the book says they don't.
-(buzzing intensifies)

(screams)

-(grunts)
-Where are you going?

Uh, sir, this is a problem
for your animal control, sir,

or your landlord-tenant
reconciliation panel.

You guys just work it out
yourselves, all right?

-And you, you say the bees don't bite!
-That's what it said.

-That's what your book says?!
-It wasn't supposed to happen, all right?!

It's too bad I don't have
a curse on me, Robert.

Too bad I don't feel like
my nose is going to explode!

(groans)

(people chattering)

WOMAN 1: Look at him, a don,
but he always has time for everyone.

WOMAN 2: He's still a handsome man.

I remember when he came
to Angie's confirmation.

Right, he's a great American, ladies.
Let's just clear the sidewalk, okay?

-Listen, I knew him 21 years ago.
-Oh, I bet you did.

(car horns)

Look at this guy, he's going to jail
and it looks like he's on a picnic.

What do you think jail's
going to be for him?

These mob guys got it waxed.

-Hill Street cops?
-Yeah.

Detective Buntz.

-Right there.
-Thank you.

You think that guy
walks like a federal marshal?

PATRICK:
That's why they called those flatfoots.

-Federal marshal.
-Anybody shot yet?

You'd have been a big help if they were.

-Hudson.
-Buntz.

Real impressed at the federal building

with the quality information
you people passed along.

Your informant come up
with anything a little more specific?

She's on her back right now working on it.

-Canker sore.
-Mercy.

-Look, it's Moses.
-That's not the way it's done.

Cross at the corner just like real people.

She's right, Jimmy.

-What's the matter with you, huh?
-Nothin'.

I'm sorry, Officer.

You left your coat at
the bakery, Mr. Petruzzi.

Oh, thank you.

-Give him 20 bucks.
-Ah, I couldn't accept that.

-A pleasure to serve.
-Thank you.

Now he's going to ask me
if I'm in The Knights of Columbus.

-What the?
-What's the matter?

What's that, sir?

A bullseye?

Uh, someone's a comedian, huh?

-Smart guy, huh?
-What's up, Sal, what's on your mind?

Yeah, go on, swing on him,
that'd be a good idea.

That's all right, it's all right, Jimmy.

The officer can chuckle
about his joke on Uncle John

while he tries to make
his mortgage payments.

-What's the matter with you?
-Nothing. I think I'm okay.

You people got something against
having a quiet day?

-Hey, Mick.
-Hey, Stan.

-How you doin'?
-Good.

What are you doing here?

What, I louse up the date?
Weren't we going to get together?

Right.

Lunch.

I still got to go in and testify.

What's the case?

Hm, drug buy, Whitmore Bridge area.

Ah, that stuff's going
through that neighborhood

like Sherman to the sea.

-It's coming down my way, too.
-I'm ready for you, Detective.

Oh, thank you. You don't mind waiting?

No, no, go ahead.

-You want to watch?
-Yeah, maybe I'll watch for a while.

Check out your courtroom demeanor, huh?

-You're back.
-Hi, Dom.

-So how's your mom?
-I think she knows.

-What do you mean?
-I think she knows about us, Dom.

-Knows what about us, honey?
-We haven't done anything yet.

Ever since I was a little girl,
she knows what I'm thinking.

She knows exactly what's on my mind.

Oh, Dom, Dom,
you know that drives me crazy.

You know that one thing
leads to another and--

-That's right.
-Dom, Dom, no.

Besides...

I think you've got your mind
on something else.

-Tin...
-Come on, tell me.

-(sighs)
-Uncle John, what?

Will you forget about it?

Oh, so now you're the tease, you are.

(laughs)

Okay, okay.

He gets it today.

-Uncle John never sees no jail.
-I thought so.

I thought I heard you
and that Larry guy talking about it.

Well, ain't this a red letter day
for me, huh?

(chuckles) Uncle John
finally off my back for the first time.

So when's it going to happen?

It's so creepy talking about it.

We got time...

if you wanted to use it.

Stop.

(soft chuckles)

All right, close your eyes.

Close them.

Come out, come out wherever you are.

I'm out four or five Gs,

but don't bother to open it
or anything like that.

(both chuckling)

A, I love you,

which is the only time I've ever said that
when I wasn't full of it.

And B, you've been right.

Shacking up is for when you
don't respect somebody.

So we get engaged, and we do it right.

-All this money.
-It won't break me.

Engaged isn't married.

(Dom exhales)

Dom, I'm sorry.
It's just, it's the way I was raised.

I mean, I can feel my mother
looking at us right now.

Okay.

You're right.

You're so good.

(chuckles)

-Just put the ring on.
-Engaged isn't married, Dom.

You didn't drive down, either, huh?

-Arm and a leg to park down here.
-That's crazy.

You know, the stones on that kid.

Dead to rights,
and he sits there lying through his teeth.

They're all made out of ice today, Stan.

I try not to buy that, you know,
that today's perp is--

-Come on, get off!
-10-11, Mick. You see it?

-Get off before you're going to get hurt!
-BELKER: I see it.

I'll take him when he comes off the frame.

(screaming and hollering)

MAN: Give me that money!

-Get me that coat!
-WOMAN: Leave me alone.

Yeah, be quiet! Shut up!

Police officer!

(screaming)

Get out! Get out. Back up!

Back up or I'll kill her!

-Back up, man, I'll kill her!
-Drop the knife. Drop it!

On the ground, toe jam! Do it!

-You got him, Mick?
-I got him.

-Way to go, Stan.
-(laughs)

We're a month setting up an arson number.

This jamoke blows it
for an $8 purse snatch.

First name Max, last name Emili.
Give him robbery and assault.

The rest will be between me and God.

What rest? Did you jaywalk
on your way into the alley?

Lieutenant Goldblume.

What-what language works with you people?

Well, I'm sure Don
would take a sympathetic approach,

but I'm not interested.

Miss, I got to run up 48 arrest warrants
on illegal liquor traffic today.

When I'm through tonight,
all I'm gonna want to do is go to bed.

Talk shows want to hear about
your friend, Henry?

They won't let up.

Hm. I must say that I find
the public's hero worshipping fascination

with Steve Merkur offensive.

One of the people
he killed was a police officer.

Steven didn't set out to kill a cop.
He didn't intend that.

Oh, I'm sure that that's a consolation
to Sanders' widow.

I've been patient as long as I can, Frank.

The man has provoked me beyond toleration.

He's the next thing
to openly insubordinate.

-Just doesn't sound like Ray.
-What are you saying, Frank,

that I'm making it up?

Yesterday, he refused
to answer his intercom.

Said if I wanted to see him,
I knew where his office was.

And like an idiot, I go there.

And as I'm leaving, I see in reflection,

he's making faces at me, obscene gestures.

It's ludicrous.

Chief, he's been under a lot of stress.

Losing his command,

getting an assignment a lot
of people perceive as tokenism.

Oh, when do we get to the part
where I give a damn?

Well, I'm just wondering

if he's not having
some sort of emotional problem.

You want to know
Ray Calletano's problem, Frank?

He wants equal opportunity,
till the heat's turned on,

then he wants special consideration.

Well, I'm through letting him
have it both ways.

They can call me anti-Latino
or any other damn thing.

He's going to act like a cop
or he's finished!

Let me talk to him.

Pronto, yeah, Frank? Our friend's
just about played out his string.

(door closes)

Howard, cancel my twelve o'clock
and get me Ray Calletano, would you?

One two, one two. One two, one two.

Are you sure, the little red light go on?

-It's working, J.D.
-May I confess?

You can confess in a minute, Mr. Emili.

First, I want it on the record
that you declined--

-I declined an attorney.
-Wait a minute.

We've informed you
of your fifth amendment right

and your right to have a lawyer.

-Okay, now.
-I decline--

See, because if you're thinking
down the road about

pulling some number with this,
getting yourself off--

I have taken lives.

I would have taken the life
of that woman this morning.

Sometime it has to stop.

What lives have you taken, Mr. Emili?

Appleman, Carter.

(sighs)
It's time for all the names to come out.

Like...

cool falling rain.

Weren't you the guy
got World War I started, huh?

Whacked out that archduke
over there in Europe?

I first took life eight years ago
and then not again for four years.

I tried to hope it was a dream
that would never come again.

But it did come again.

-Sonya Appleman--
-That's someone you killed?

Ernestine Carter.

And suddenly...

Tommy Schneider and...

Louis Whitlock.

Tommy Schneider's that 12-year-old.

You killed him, Max?

My hands...

-strangled them.
-Yeah, that's what the paper said.

(sighs)

I took an ear from-- a piece of an ear,
from the Schneider boy.

That wasn't in the papers.

Ah, at last it's coming to an end.

The circle...

is being broken.

J.D., Neal.

We want to do this
by the numbers, Captain.

;But Neal and me wanted to let you know
we think we might have

-hooked a pretty big fish.
-Oh?

Yeah, the guy's copping
to multiple homicides.

-Credibility?
-Some pretty funky details.

He knew about the Schneider kid's ear.
That wasn't in any of the papers.

Was he Mirandized?

-He have representation?
-Declines.

Says it's on his conscience,
he wants to come clean.

Our offer of representation is on record?

-Every 20 seconds, Captain.
-J.D.: I'm telling you, Captain,

I was a tough sell
on this creep at the start,

but he's making me a believer.

We have a warrant on his residence?

Just came through.

J.D. had it right,
take this by the numbers.

You got it, Captain.

I just want to tell you, Captain,

if this thing breaks
the way I think it might,

there's going to be recognition
for a lot of people.

Let's not count our chickens.

I'm just saying, if I get some ink,
I'm not gonna forget

the people that stood by me
when it was tough sledding.

And you're on that short list.

Okay. Thank you.

(door closes)

-Dommy, when?
-Yeah?

When what?

When Uncle John?

(chuckles)

You're real cold, you know that?

My little girl, my little church girl

wants to know
when the old man's going down.

You got me started,
you shouldn't have talked about it.

I got you started?

You asked me a hundred thousand questions.

Okay, never mind, forget it.

Ooh, kind of rough on me.

So what are you going to do
for me in return, huh?

-You're going to give me a little sugar?
-Maybe.

A little sugar?

-Maybe?
-Maybe.

-Maybe?
-Yeah.

Come here, come here.

-Come here, my little girl.
-Dom!

My little convent girl
from the convent school.

What do you say we do it, huh?

-Dom!
-We do it.

Come on. Let's do it.

Let's do it while
the old man's getting hit, okay?

-Dom, don't!
-Huh? (laughs) Come on.

I got 25 grand that makes him dead
before he gets inside,

before noon,
while he's doing his big shot...

(speaks Italian) ...at the bocce court.

-Dom, don't.
-Come on, you know you want it.

-No! No!
-You know you want to do it.

So, let's do it. You said you want--

-Come on, you'll like it.
-No, no!

(men cheering)

Sergeant Bates calling Officer Flaherty.

(imitates static) Come in, Sarge.

Ranks, Officer, capisce?

Capisce.

Proceed?

Our assignment is traffic control.

Our assignment is not drawing bullseyes.

Our assignment is not getting
in Uncle John's face.

We're part of the scenery.

-Is that a copy I'm getting, Officer?
-That's a copy.

We're supposed to blend in and keep quiet.

But bullseye,
wasn't that a little funny, huh?

See, there's a threat
on Uncle John's life, right,

and I made a little bullseye.

I understood.

I was laughing but I was not amused.

Not amused?

That's a copy.

(Dom humming in the shower)

It's Russo.

Give me Lieutenant Goldblume.

Go ahead.

HENRY: More specific information
is the tab on your uncle

will take place before 12:00 p.m.

-Possibility the attempt...
-Seventeen minutes.

-...will be at the lawn bowling court...
-(chattering)

That's here, that's now.

MAN: Hey, cool it, cool it, cool it.

Don't anybody try me,
I'll blow his heart away

and everybody else's, too.

How's it feel, Uncle John, huh?
You want to get it right now, huh?

Come on, come on,
don't be crazy, will you?

-Easy, take it easy, kid.
-Don't!

Don't-- I mean it, I mean it.

-Okay, just take it easy.
-MAN: Stand back.

You stand back, me and John,
we got places to go.

Hey, what's the matter with you?
You crazy, kid?

-Hey, do I know you?
-Shut up!

Right on time.

Yeah, right, that had all the marks
of an outfit move, huh?

Think it wasn't a mob hitter?

Just get in the car.

(people chattering)

Come on, come on,
let's move it back, come on.

...Mr. Petruzzi.
If Mr. Petruzzi gets hurt--

We understand your concern,
but you must move back, Sal.

Hey, quite calling me Sal!

-Why do I think your name is Sal?
-Right this way.

Patrick.

Kid's got Uncle John, second floor, front.

He was yelling his head off
till a minute ago.

-He was threatening to kill the old man.
-Empty promises.

He was going on how his sister died
from Uncle John's drugs.

He's got to kill the old man
in the exact spot

where his sister OD'd.

Kids been watching too much opera.

Wilcox, Lieutenant Goldblume.
Division hitters?

Can we get a phone patch?

Any second. My men are deployed.

-A dozen cracker jack shooters.
-Let's work on the phone.

I'm a cracker jack talker.

Makes 13 shooters, Lieutenant,

counting the contract killer
who so says Dom Donatelli hired him.

You think he's still out there, Norm?

Those contracts only pay on delivery.

Hard to believe a pro would try a hit
with this many cops around.

Yeah, tell Joe Colombo.

Phone's patched in, sir.

Car's registered to an Anthony Peruzzia.

Mention a murder suicide to the kid.

You know, tell him he does himself,
does the old man,

something in that order, huh.

Hello, who am I talking to?
Is this Anthony Peruzzia?

I knew that man was trouble.
What kind I didn't know.

What kind?

Mr. Emili's suspected
of a number of crimes.

(chuckles) This was a sandwich once.

What can you tell us about him, ma'am?
What kind of hours did he keep?

I didn't watch.

-He talk about where he went, what he did?
-Never.

But I knew I'd be standing here
someday, with police.

Neal, newspaper clippings.

Clippings of what, I ask myself.

I had a better class of people once.

"Slayer slays six-- California."

Yeah, closer to home-- Ernestine Carter,

-Sonya Appleman.
-Bingo.

He played bingo?

We'll be carting this box
and the rest of this stuff

out this afternoon, ma'am.

For that, I'll have to see
your warrant again.

-Neal, look. Hey.
-They all matched.

Is that the Schneider boy,
or is that the Schneider boy?

What's the matter, Ray?

What do you mean?

Daniels describes what you've been doing,

and I can't believe
he's talking about you.

You mean because
I've been showing backbone?

Because I have answered back to him?

Trying to get fired?
Is that what's behind this?

WAITRESS: Ready, gentlemen?

Uh, give us just a minute,
would you, please?

WAITRESS: Okay, fine.

From the day I received my captaincy,

I have never once slept through the night.

-I understand.
-You don't.

For you, command comes naturally.

For me, I survived too long

by understanding
the other man's point of view.

And when it came time for me to lead,
I saw too many sides of every question.

And then I didn't have
the courage to quit.

When my prison was taken from me,

instead of leaving as I should have,

I took this crap, this joke of a job.

I don't think
that's what the job has to be,

but if that's the way you feel about it,
maybe you should resign.

You don't understand
how deep the feeling is with us...

to keep any job,

to fear the unknown, but you're right,

I should.

Help me be brave.

-Hey, you're gonna wear out, J.D.
-I hate polygraphs.

-You know, you ain't the one taking it.
-How do you think he's doing, Neal?

Well, I'd only be guessing, man.

I'm telling you, even if he's guilty,

this Max Emili's
the kind of nervous little twitch

that a lie detector test will screw up.

-How'd he do, Mr. Bernstein?
-He's a tough read.

On 16 different capital acts,
he demonstrates guilt or guilty knowledge.

-So we're in business.
-But his reaction to the test question

was so idiosyncratic
that the baseline's bizarre.

Well, you're not dealing
with a flake here, guys.

Well, where do we stand, Mr. Bernstein?

He either did it
or he's a can't-be-tested.

Your man is definitely a possible,
on Schneider, Winthrop, Carter.

Thanks for all the help.

Where we going, J.D.?

We are dropping a dime
to certain journalists in my acquaintance.

The guy didn't exactly give us
the full speed ahead, you know.

Forget about the polygraph guy, Neal.

They're dealing with a total bing-bong,

and they want him to test
like the man in the street.

I think we better wait for forensics
and the family witnesses.

Captain said take it by the numbers.

Hey, the numbers I'm thinking about

all got dollar signs
in front of them, Neal.

Yeah, Jerry Wilmont please.

You should have seen this guy out there.
This guy was great.

-Well done, Stanislav.
-STAN: Oh, I just got lucky out there.

After all, it's not like
it's the first perp I ever saw.

Are you kidding?
I could barely keep up with this guy.

What's the matter, son?

Oh, I'm a little rankled
about our heater deployment

at that Petruzzi messiness.

You know, I'm armchair quarterbacking.

Hard to get used to
being on the sidelines, isn't it?

Message for me?

Oh, forensics wants you
to call them, Detective.

-Say, Sarge.
-Neal, Neal, Stan just made a collar.

-No kidding.
-Yeah, I just got lucky.

-Once a cop, right?
-(laughs)

Jimmy, J.D. LaRue.

It's a business call.

Career call maybe for both of us.

I'm talking about an exclusive
on a possible mass murderer, Jimbo.

Yeah, me and Neal Washington
popped him a few hours ago.

Huh? Yeah. Yes, I did call Jerry Wilmont
before I called you.

But Jerry Wilmont
couldn't buy my ground rules

for the slant of the piece.

So now instead of having
his hands wrapped around

maybe the hottest mass murder story

since that creep in Florida,
Jerry Wilmont's got his hands

wrapped around the morning
Courier Express.

-J.D.
-In a minute, huh?

-Hang up.
-Just a second, Jim. What?

That picture we found,
Max Emili and the kid.

-Yeah, what about it?
-Well, forensics says we've got problems.

Ah, I'll get back to you, Jimmy.
Something came up on another case.

-What problems?
-They say this picture of Max Emili

with the Schneider kid,
they say it might be a composite.

What composite, where's the join?

They say it might be
a picture of a picture, J.D.

Well, that's crap.

-Uh-huh.
-Easy.

That the Schneider boy's father.

-Uh, Detective.
-Mr. Schneider.

I was told there might be information
about my son, about his killer.

Well, we have a possible suspect, sir.

We wanted you to see
if you might recognize him.

Oh, yeah, fine.

We'll set up a lineup.

Of course, now,
even if you didn't recognize him,

that wouldn't necessarily mean anything.

I know, the idea's been the killer
probably wasn't known by our family.

That's right, I mean,
this guy could still be a candidate.

-(man on radio indistinct)
-Ludicrous. Unfathomable.

Hope and pray, Sal.

That's all we can do now
is just hope and pray.

If you hurt Petruzzi, Tony,
it's a different ballgame.

I mean, nothing's happened
so far we can't fix.

-Lieutenant, maybe the hitter's split.
-Lose his 20 Gs.

TONY (on phone): Who's going to fix things
for my sister, Doria, huh?

Forget your sister.

Is that old man there
worth ruining your life over?

BUNTZ: That's Russo
with her boyfriend Dominic.

Mr. Donatelli
should've asked me to bid the work.

Mr. Donatelli's expression
is called the oops look.

Like, "Oops, did I overplay my hand?"

Hey, check Russo.

She plays it out, huh?

Got to give her credit for her stones.

You know, it might do her some good
to hear some of that, Lieutenant.

He's coming out.

I want your men
on either side of the door.

But keep them off.

-MAN: He's coming out! He's coming out!
-Tony, put the gun down!

I don't know, I don't know what to do.

Got a clear shot, Lieutenant.

Give him to us. Put him away.

OFFICER: Lieutenant,
look at the water tower.

-HENRY: Tony.
-Come on, give me a rifle.

He's going to jail, Tony, I promise you.

I got him, somebody take--

(gun fires)

Look at that rifle. Look at that suit.

You see a possible link
with the alleged mafia, huh?

(helicopter overhead)

Whew, head first.

Mr. Petruzzi will be going
to federal correctional.

We're going to hold him
for the federal marshal.

And local law enforcement for Mr. Peruzzia

Kidnapping, attempted murder,
reckless endangerment.

PETRUZZI: You didn't have the hair
to do it, did you, kid?

If you was a man, you would have done it!

Mr. Petruzzi, calm down.

-Lieutenant.
-No questions now.

It's not a question.

I've got an invitation you've been ducking
for The Don Chesler Show tonight.

-You've got to be kidding.
-No.

Uncle John, I'm so glad you're okay.

Of course you are, Dominic.

Of course you are.

Yeah, stay healthy, Dom.

Crime scene, sir, come on, let's go.

Folks, help me out.

I'll go to my mother's.

-Okay, go on, go ahead.
-Okay.

Look at this, Tin.

Look what happened to me.

I know, Dom.

Andrew, what's wrong with your nose?

My word.

I almost expired, Sarge,
I got some kind of intergalactic--

He got a bee bite, Sarge.

Anaphylactic reaction, really.

That's right, that's what the doctor
said at the emergency room.

It is a mistake to underestimate
the possible severity

of allergic reactions, Robert.

Extreme cases can be fatal.

Sarge, the only extreme thing
about this case

is how much somebody's been
gold bricking all day.

That's right, this man's a rational man.

Robert Hill don't cotton
to how all of a sudden

one's life can change
with a dark shadow coming over him.

Oh, I take it, Andrew,
that you are referring to the curse

that was inadvertently administered
by the gypsy this morning.

-Yes, I am.
-A so-called gypsy, so-called curse.

How would you know about it?
You're a rational man, aren't you?

-Yeah...
-You're some kind of rational man--

Careful, Renko! (laughing)

Bulb burnt out.

I didn't want you
walking underneath the ladder.

You could get 20 years bad luck.

(laughing)

Oh, Howard, do we have
Henry's racketeering warrants

-so I can co-sign them?
-Not as yet.

All right, I'll be at division the rest
of the day with Captain Calletano.

Just ship them over there
or to my apartment.

Well, this came
from the department physician, Captain.

-Uh, 30 seconds, Captain?
-Yeah, 30 seconds, Stan.

-I want my reinstatement.
-Stan, I told you, I need a few days.

Yeah, I know, I just
wanted to say you may hear

that I helped out on a pop this afternoon.

Thought you might be able to figure it in.

Well, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but I promise you it'll be figured in.

-Excuse me, Stan.
-Oh, go ahead.

Catch of the day, Captain.

A kid who grabbed Petruzzi,
suitable for stuffing and mounting.

-How's Russo?
-Seems to be okay. (coughs)

Good work, Lucy, Patrick.

Henry, warrants?

On their way back from Judge Simpson's.

Uh, they got me to do
this idiot talk show.

-Nice work, Tina.
-Tina...

-You have a couple of minutes?
-Sure.

Are you okay?

I just received a notification report
from the police physician.

-Says he saw you for having been beaten.
-I'm okay.

-Dom got a little excited.
-Is that as far as it went?

You mean did I sleep with him
for the where and when?

Did I break Furillo's law?

Tina, the doctor speculates
you may also have been sexually assaulted.

But you refused examination or treatment.

I'm okay.

If Donatelli raped you,

I want to charge him with it
when we bring him in.

Plus, you should also get some counseling.

Just promise me I get to be in
on Donatelli's arrest.

You know you're doing
the toughest police work there is.

But at least you get the respect
of your fellow cops.

I'll tell you something, Neal.
You get lied to a lot in this racket.

You teach yourself to get used to it.

But I bought Max Emili, I trusted the man.

Oh, look at here.

Four years in Glenwood Psychiatric.

That 86's him out of all
but two of the murders.

Hm, I got some more bad news
for you, too, lover.

Forensics found the original of that photo
with Max and the Schneider kid.

And it was in one of those boxes
of stuff they found in the room.

-Glued?
-Glued.

-Thanks, Pepe.
-You want the rest of this?

Why be a glutton for punishment?

(crying)

Oh, excuse me.

Uh...

I misplaced, um...

Oh, Sergeant Jablonski and I--

Retired Sergeant Jablonski,
we made an arrest,

and I used this room
for intake on the perp.

And I somehow misplaced
case notes from an original arrest,

uh, that was totally unrelated
to this matter,

and I was testifying
to that in court this morning,

prior to this other incident so...

I, ah, just came in here to look for them.

-Are they here?
-No, they're not. Um...

How'd you get that shiner?

A jerk on my undercover.

Yeah, when do you pop him?

Tomorrow.

I don't know if this will work for you.

But I try to think about that,
about when I'm gonna bust him.

I just wish the other cops around here
wouldn't treat me like Typhoid Mary.

Ah, hey, don't-- don't do that.

-I'm sorry.
-No, don't apologize.

You don't have to apologize.

Were you going home?

Would you like to have a beer?

Hm? Want to go out and have a beer?

Hey, this guy makes me sick.

-I agree, Detective, I loathe myself.
-Shut up, shut up!

-I killed them all!
-(overlapping chatter)

All of us are responsible!

...that old lady. Yeah, I got one
I'd like to be responsible for.

All right, all right, come on.

A Jim Girardi calling you, Detective,
from The Post-Gazette.

Tell him I died.

I thought it finally was gonna be over.

I thought I'd finally know
how we lost Tommy.

Look at this, Frank, can you believe this?

Man says he's leaving.

I can't believe you're so surprised,
Chief Daniels.

-Did you know about this, Frank?
-Ray said at lunch he decided to resign.

(exhales) Bolt from the blue.

Chief, both of us know
I have not been happy,

not doing a very good job.

A transitional adjustment, Ray.
You're too hard on yourself.

I have been angry and disappointed.

It is better for me to quit
than behave as I have been.

Look, it's your call.

If it's what you want,
I certainly won't prevent it.

Only understand, there's been no duress.

No, no duress.

Hell of a guy, eh, Frank?

Nice, uh, nice take down on Uncle John.

Sometimes at night,
I have dreamt of killing that man.

Did you get caught?

What is it with you?

Guys like Uncle John wind my watch.

Patrick.

Makes the day go quicker.

-Mm.
-My teacher used to say that to me.

-Mrs. Murphy.
-What?

What you said to me before.

I'm laughing, but I'm not amused.

(laughing)

So, now what are you trying to say to me,
that I'm so much older than you are?

No, no I was just remembering, that's all.

I liked Mrs. Murphy.

-Hey, Mr. Goldfarb.
-Name is Bilbao.

-Oh, right, Bilbao.
-Please, before the curse is removed.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

-Where is the afflicted party?
-Right over this way.

Renko...

You got a lot of nerve.

I'm here to assist you, Officer.

He's going to take it off of you, Renko,
not that anything was ever on you.

Yeah, yeah, go.

-Go on.
-Okay.

Okay, what am I supposed to do?

Okay.

-Okay, what are you going to do?
-Okay, it's off!

(laughing)

You ain't going to believe it, Neal.

I'm in the john,
trying to decide not to rip off my arm

and beat myself to death with it.

I find that telephone number I lost,
the chick I went out with last night.

See that, lover,
every cloud has a silver lining.

Mm. No, Neal, I called the number.

-No good?
-Disconnected.

Maybe she had a social disease.

Of course, if she had a social disease,
I probably already got a dose.

We're back.

Something we should get to about the death
of Steven Merkur, Lieutenant,

about your involvement with Steve.

Is that a dilemma for you?

What dilemma?

That he was a friend of yours,
a good friend, a close friend.

-That's right.
-And yet as a police officer,

you must disapprove of this vigilante.

(stuttering) Wait a second.

-I don't see Steve that way.
-Go ahead.

Steve had a dream.

-To see our streets free of terror.
-To write.

He wrote in obscurity.

He got a lot of slaps
in the face and rejections,

but it didn't stop him.

And that was why Steven was heroic.

Because despite all that discouragement,
he stayed true to his dream.

And have you read this brave man's pages?

Yes.

-Yes.
-Good?

-Worthy of the hero who wrote them, then.
-Yes.

I have a feeling Steven Merkur
had a very good friend in you, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Goldblume
is reluctant to bring this up,

but the man sitting here,
himself, played the role of hero

at the Blanton Street
hostage situation today,

involving the famous,
or perhaps I should say notorious,

Uncle John Petruzzi.

A lot of us feel a lot safer
and perhaps a little bit prouder

knowing our city
has law enforcement officers

of the caliber of the gentleman
I'm sitting next to.

(applause)

HOST: Don's guest tomorrow night
are health experts

Dick and Laine Coppernaul.

-How was Henry?
-Good.

Don Chesler thinks the city is safer
with cops like him on the force.

Job for you, Furillo.

How are the benefits?

It's a spot needs kneading.

Mm.

Yeah. (moans)

(moaning) Brother.

-All those years of making dough.
-(laughing)

Actually he wasn't.

-Who wasn't what?
-Henry wasn't good.

I mean, he was fine,
but I just kept thinking

how lonely and uptight he seemed.

You know what Henry needs?

Yep.

Mm...

Let's get into that benefit package.

-Nice spot, Lieutenant.
-Thank you.

His stuff stinks, huh?

-What do you mean?
-Your friend's writing.

I could see you
get those scared deer's eyes

when I asked if it was any good.

-Night, Dots.
-Night, Don.

You were great. He really loved you.

-Oh, boy.
-No, I mean it.

You were right there.

So many guest get all tied up in the buzz.

Whereas I don't really
know what that means.

Hm, so don't take a compliment.

I still don't know
how you got me to do this.

(chuckles)
Well, it's what I'm good at.

Yeah.

I know what you need now, too.

Yeah, what?

Well, aren't you still feeling
pretty wound up, jazzed?

A drink, minimum.

You mean at least one drink?

I'm not sure what I mean.

Undercover is different.

Because if you're good at it,
most times nobody else knows

the inside of what you did.

So you got to know.

And you got to find a way
to make that enough.

It's not for everybody.

It's what I want to be.

This will help.

I'll take you back to your car now.

(closing theme playing)