All language subtitles for Hill.Street.Blues.S07E11.Shes.So.Fein.720p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor_prob3_track3_[und]

(indistinct chatter)

Item eight.

Uh, thanks to the continuing spell
of warm weather,

loving couples have returned
to that cozy row

of park benches hidden away
between Egan and St. Claire.

Bringing, as a result
of their unseasonable passion,

the return of the St. Claire snatcher,
who eluded us all summer.

Six purses have recently been grabbed.

Detective Belker, Officer Russo
are therefore assigned undercover.

Item nine, ongoing surveillance.

Detective Natkin and Fuller
on the Edgewood investigation,

and Detectives LaRue and Washington

have been double-shifting
since 2100 hours last evening,

on the reported arsonist
Joseph Scornavaco.

Uniform personnel,
would you please check the duty board

for your backup assignments?

And I think that just about handles it.

Excuse me, Sarge, I got an--

-HOWARD: Officer Flaherty.
-Some creep yesterday

stole my tape deck
out of my car over on Herman.

Report it, Officer, let's go, now.

You know, one of the ones
you pull right out?

Well, why didn't you pull it out?

Is that the point?

I'm a cop, right,
are we gonna get behind this?

File a 642, man.

I filed, I filed, I'm saying,
we're gonna give 'em hell on this.

Okay, Patrick, they get the message,

let's go, okay, come on.

-Ah, Mr. Scornavaco, I presume?
-One busted arsonist, Sarge.

I would like a lawyer immediately.

-I got whiplash.
-Come on.

Unit's bucking worse than ever, Sarge.

Stalled on us twice on the way in.
Gotta have something better.

Ah, Judas. Lee, get us a unit over there.

Here we go, ND-12, Detective.

-Hey, thanks, Sarge.
-Whatever happened to team spirit?

I mean, that tape cassette wasn't cheap.

Lee, where's Raymond?

-Lieutenant Goldblume?
-Good morning.

Sharon Fein, new member
of the PDs Department.

She just spent two months in rotation
out in Farmingdale.

Welcome to the Hill, Miss Fein.

-We'll try to keep you busy.
-Thanks, Lieutenant,

I'm looking forward to it.

Oh, my.

Gotta be a new PD, Neal.

Hey, hey, hey, come on, lover.
Let's get this guy down to holding.

Please, God, let her take this case.

(shouting indistinct)

It ain't Easter, all right, come on!

-PCP?
-Maybe.

Sergeant Hunter assigns cases,
the interrogation room--

(shouting)

Is this, um, is it usually so...

Yeah, well, it can get pretty rough,
but you'll get used to it.

You'll see when a day starts like this--

Ow! My finger, ow!

They usually end up quite calm.

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)

Ah, Counselor, Ricardo Diaz,

burglary, controlled substance,
Interrogation A.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Sarge, on that undercover with Tina Russo,

now look, I got nothing
against her personally--

I know that you prefer
to work solo, Detective,

but I need a couple undercover.

Okay, you remember I mentioned to you
I had a couple of personal things?

All right, duly noted,
work it out with Officer Russo.

Hey, Mick,
are you still looking for a vehicle?

I'm going down this afternoon
to look at one.

Just hold the phone, my friend.
You know my brother-in-law Rob's lot?

He calls me up, says,
do I know a guy who'd like a favor?

Beware of brothers-in-law with deals.

Funny. '83 Dodge Diplomat, one owner.

If you take it without the bodywork,
it's $250 over his cost.

-What bodywork?
-A couple dimples, nothing.

Hey, if he hammers them out,
the price goes up 800, 900.

Hey, call him up yourself,
huh, I'm not selling it.

-Oh.
-Excuse me.

Uh, no, no problem.

-Uh, Detective LaRue?
-Yes, ma'am, and you're?

Uh, I'm Sharon Fein, the new PD here.

It's a pleasure, Sharon.

Um, I'll be representing
Joseph Scornavaco.

Heavy duty case, that, very complicated.

Look, I don't normally offer,
but since you're new,

if you want a pre-interrogation session
to go over pertinent details,

I'll make myself available.

Uh, thank you, Detective,
but for the moment,

all I'll need are your summons
and your AA-16s.

Yeah, yeah.

(mouthing) Thank you.

Seven priors, no resisting.

I didn't break in to that store.
That's period.

But you were caught hiding in a Dumpster
behind the gun shop.

I was waiting for my girlfriend
to come down there, all right?

The police found
burglars' tools in the Dumpster,

and half a gram of cocaine
in your back pocket.

I know these may seem
like, uh, petty charges to you, Mr. Diaz,

but you're facing a parole violation

that could send you back to prison
for six years.

If you want me to help you,
you've got to trust me with some facts.

I got facts.

Good.

Let's start with the night of your arrest.
Uh, where--

I got some facts they want to know about.

-Who?
-The police, man,

-I've got some heavy facts.
-Such as?

Such as, you know,
there are certain politicians

with storefronts up here.

Well, one of them
made some bad enemies, man, real bad.

-What do you mean?
-Blam,

they're going to blow his place
straight to hell tonight.

Could you tell me a little more?

I tell you more, I got nothing to deal.

This is privileged, Mr. Diaz,

they won't find out
anything that hurts you,

but I need enough to be credible.

I am not spending
a six pack in the hole, man!

Do you understand attorney-client
privilege, Mr. Diaz?

It's Miguelez, San Juan Libre,
against the Garfield guy.

Okay?

I boosted the dynamite for Miguelez...

a couple of weeks ago.

Let me talk to the captain.

I think we can do something with this.

And so...

Assault two, gentlemen,
eyewitness at this address,

victim at Mercy, you can stop by
and take his statement.

-Oh, I love cleaning up after night shift.
-Uh-huh.

I'm out about an hour.

No, I can't totally vouch for him,

-but it sounds real.
-Tell me more.

I've already told you
enough to bring in the DA.

How does a low rent thief like Diaz
get involved in bombings?

Attorney-client privilege, Furillo.

-What does your client want?
-The narcotics dropped,

the burglary down to an "A" misdemeanor,

six months max, no parole violation.

Sweet deal considering his prints
are inside the gun shop door.

I'd say you get the better half
of the exchange.

Tell me one thing,
is the planned attack political?

Or animal, vegetable, or mineral?

Come on, Frank, call Irwin, time's short.

Raymond, see if you can raise
ADA Bernstein for me.

-Guess this is the end of the heat wave.
-Yeah.

(sighs) Maybe nothing's happening...

because we don't look involved enough.

This guy steals people's purses
when they're kissing, so, maybe--

I think we look pretty convincing.

Mick, it's only an assignment.

Do you really think it's necessary?

Look, you're the one
who told me about undercover.

-You wanna be here till spring?
-No.

All right, I'm shutting my eyes
and pretending you're Robin.

Me too.

Um...

and now remember,
I've got to check Rob Nelson's car.

Okay, I'll meet you at the coffee shop.

I'm very sorry,
it was the only appointment I could get.

(sighs)

Eight dollars,
that was all that was in my wallet.

Mr. Hopkins,
you say a large Black man assaulted you?

Six feet, more maybe.

Mr. Hopkins, we just talked
to an eyewitness, a Ms. Baker,

who said she saw your neighbor
Danny Lopez beat you up.

RENKO: So why don't you
tell us the truth, sir?

I told her, no police.

We're going to have to check this out
whether you help us or not, Mr. Hopkins.

Was it Danny Lopez?

He's 18 years old.

His little sister Elena is only 11.

Their-their grandmother
was all they had.

When she died last month, I promised...

(sniffles)
Don't bring Danny in, he's a good boy.

There's no one else
to take care of her but him.

So why did he assault you?

Something happened.

I was with, I came, I...

Like I always do,
I checked on the little girl,

while he was at work, and Danny...

I can't.

All right, all right, Mr. Hopkins.

Just tell me what happened.

He was...

with his sister.

You know how I mean?

His beautiful little sister.

I know, I saw them, he beat me,
that was why, because of her.

Blue Book value on this baby is--
You don't even want to know the Blue Book.

Actually, I'd like to see it.

Well, when we get back, no problemo.

Now the way this works
as I explained to J.D. here,

let's say I get, uh,
an overload of, uh, late model sedans,

I get an '83 Dodge,
I pass it right on through.

That's a pretty sweet deal.

Hey, you guys always treated me real good.

Whew! It's a bit toasty in here, isn't it?

(laughs) A little Crazy Glue.

The steering is funny.

Oh? You ever drive
power steering before, Detective?

Oh, I drive it.

Ah, it's a little shimmy.

Take it to a brake shop,
they'll charge you $40 to fix it.

-If it gotta take care of it--
-Yeah, I know,

the price goes up 800, 900.

MAN:
Just stay right there, you won't get hurt.

What's the-- what's the problem?

It's a robbery.

Oh, a little excitement.

Well, I guess it's time
to snap on the old seatbelt.

Uh, whoa, hey, Detective,

don't you think maybe we-we could call
this one in, huh? How about it?

On what, you got a radio in here?

No, but look,
let's wait a minute here, okay--

(tires screeching)

(car honks)

I'll tell you, this car,
just came on the lot today,

there's no insurance on this car.

You understand, there's no insurance!

(tires screech)

(clamoring)

(growls)

MAN (over PA):
Next train southbound, seven minutes.

Now, Raymond, would you deliver Mr. Diaz
back to holding, please?

Yes, sir.

Let's go, Miguelez.

You dropped some change on me, Diaz?

No way, man.

Get Señor Miguelez
down to garden level, all right?

You're over, Ricky,
you're done, you got it? Scum!

Will somebody get my attorney, please?

Would somebody get that lying bitch?

You sold out my client, you sold me out.

I didn't sell out anyone, Counselor.

As of this moment, I don't know

-how we got to Miguelez.
-You don't know?

Forty minutes after our conversation,
you've got him in custody.

I call that a hell of a coincidence.

I'll find out what happened,
but I'll guarantee you what didn't happen

is I didn't go to Buntz
and tell him to pick up somebody

based on an unconfirmed report
from your client.

Besides, you never mentioned Miguelez.

I didn't have to.
You or Daniels' red squad

or somebody figured it out.

Without any help from me.

You're right,
it sounds like the red squad.

Buntz is precinct liaison.

Look, just give my client his deal.
You got what you wanted.

Pardon me, but I don't see
a basis for negotiation.

You don't?

Mr. Diaz had information
on a major league bust

which I passed on to you.

You know I can't sell that to Bernstein,

not on a career criminal,
not on a parole violator.

And what am I supposed to tell my client?

"Sorry?"

Sergeant, I'd like to see Mr. Diaz
in interrogation, please.

All right.

Howard, where's Norman?

Um, downtown for a search warrant,
I believe.

Send him in as soon as he gets back.

And I tell you,
I tell you the car is uninsured,

but you got to go playing cops and robbers
with another man's chattel.

And then to top it off,
you don't even catch the guy.

Oh, I love it, this is perfect,
really perfect.

I smashed up a private citizen's car
chasing a perp.

-Anyone hurt?
-No.

Now you don't know that,
you don't know how my neck feels.

I'll call city services,
they'll send a medic.

-Thank you.
-Oh, great, another day of bureaucracy.

I was doing you a favor, pal.

I still need those A-16s, Detective.

Well, paperwork takes time, Sharon.

You know, if you'd like,

I could summarize
the information for you orally.

-(chuckles)
-J.D., we've got to talk.

-Excuse us.
-I'll be right back.

Do you think I could get those A-16s
off of you, Detective?

-J.D.: What do you want?
-ROB: Come on, the guy wrecked the car,

our deal's off, John.

Hey, that's not my problem,
I still get paid, don't I?

You still want a finder's fee?

Hey would you dial it down,
the moral outrage, Rob?

I provided you with one customer,
per advertised.

The idiot wrecked the car!

The idiot gave you the keys
to a gold mine.

You collect from the city, you get the car
out of the junkyard and you sell it again.

Don't tell me how to do business, John.

Oh, you're telling me
that's not your intentions?

You're telling me I don't deserve
20 percent of all settlements?

Eat dogmeat, J.D.!

I told you, I ain't talking to you.
I want a new lawyer!

I share your anger, Mr. Diaz.

But a new lawyer
won't change your situation.

You went and told your old man everything!

Yeah, you don't think I know the score?

Guy in the pen told me,
you're married to the captain.

That has nothing to do with this.

I ask for a lawyer,
they give me Mrs. Captain!

If Captain Furillo is to blame,
we'll go after him in court.

That's a lie, you sold my ticket!

I'm going to jail,
and Jorge's people gonna stick me!

I'm angry too,
and I want to find out what happened

as badly as you do. Let me help.

Forget about it, lady, you're history.

I'll get somebody else
to help me buy my ticket back.

My brother's not here.

Are you Elena Lopez?

We're police officers.
May we come in and talk to you?

Danny said not to let anybody in.

That's real good advice,

that's the same advice
I give my little girl.

How old is she?

Oh, she's just a little girl,
just two years old.

Can we come in for a minute?
It's real important.

It's a mess in here.
I just got back from school.

This is just you and your brother?

Look at this picture here, now,
who is this?

This is your mom and then this is you
and this is Danny, right?

A few years ago.

Elena, do you know a Mr. Hopkins?

-Yes.
-Well, he got hurt real bad,

and we have to find out
what happened to him.

I don't know what happened.

Look, I know it's hard, honey,
but it would help

if you could just sort of tell us
in your own way.

That's what I want my little girl to do,

just kind of tell it her way.

Elena, a neighbor of yours
saw Danny beat up Mr. Hopkins.

Danny didn't do anything wrong.
He takes good care of me.

Now we will not...

We will not let you get hurt again.

Danny said not to say anything.
I promised, and I won't.

-Where is Danny?
-I don't know.

BOBBY: We need to talk to him.

I don't know where he is.

According to your arrest report,

Scornavaco didn't offer
any resistance this morning.

Under the circumstances, I was wondering

if you would oppose moderate bail
with arraignment.

Up to the DA, I'm afraid.

Sorry to interrupt.

Sharon, I need you
to take over one of my cases.

Oh, I'll be right with you.

I thought we might have some time to talk.

I was hoping you'd help me
learn to get the feel of this place.

Are you free tonight?

-Yeah, I think so.
-How about dinner?

Oh, um, if you'd rather not--

No, no. (chuckles)

Why not?

Oh, great. Talk to you later.

You, uh, finding your way
around okay, Counselor?

Uh-huh.

I'm telling you, Neal, there's a chemistry
between me and that chick.

Mm-hmm. Well, just cool down, lover,

'cause she just asked me out on a date.

What do you mean,
I wasn't on city business?

I was chasing a robber,
that's what cops do.

Your all statement makes it clear.

You were off duty, test-driving a car
for private purchase.

Right, when the incident went down.

Detective, I work for the city, all right.

-I go by the city's regs.
-I never, ever heard of this before.

Happens to be new as of January 1,

as the result of abuse
by your own fellow officers.

If you're off duty,
and there's no resulting apprehension,

there's no reimbursement.

Oh, so if I'd arrested
an innocent citizen,

I could have covered my butt.

Detective, please, I sympathize.

The car owner has zero insurance,
that leaves me on the hook.

Look, here's what you do,
explain the situation to him,

settle for 50 cents on the dollar.

-He'll be happy to take it, believe me.
-That's still $2,000.

Hey, the dough you cops make
compared to us civil servants,

be a little grateful, Detective.

-What happened, you get another date?
-Oh.

-You okay, Mick?
-(mumbling)

Great, first they send me Mrs. Captain,
now I get Barbie.

I want a man lawyer.

Let's just stick to the business at hand,
all right, Mr. Diaz?

Then you tell me how they got Miguelez
without her diming on me.

-Please sit down, Mr. Diaz.
-You tell me!

Mr. Diaz, I will not
continue to speak to you

if you use that tone of voice with me.

I want to know what's going on.

And I am warning you,
don't come any closer.

You're gonna tell me
what's happening here,

-I got it all set.
-Halt!

-What is that?
-I mean it.

Give me the gun, little girl,
you're gonna shoot--

-This is it, this is the ticket.
-MAN: Hey, what's going on in there?

MAN: Counselor, are you all right?

(screaming)

You stay still, lady.
You be quiet now, still and quiet.

-Put down the gun.
-No way, man.

I've been messed over enough,
now I say what goes on here.

-Out of here!
-What do you want?

Out of here!

Let her go, we can work this out.

Just get out of my way, man!

Talking got me this far before.

You fold your hands and pray
there's no one out in the hall.

'Cause if I get it from behind, I shoot.
If I go, she goes.

Mr. Diaz, Mr. Diaz,
I'm Lieutenant Goldblume,

-if you'll talk to me--
-Now everybody wants to talk nice.

I want car keys,
unmarked car with a radio--

-Car keys!
-Here.

It's at the curb out front.

Good, I'll be tuned in to that radio.

You follow me, I hear you.

So don't follow, understand?

Say bye-bye to wifey, Captain.

JOYCE: No!

(police chatter over radio)

You better pray they ain't sending
no messages about us.

WOMAN (on radio): 2202, domestic at--

Where do you want me to go?

Don't matter, the highway, anywhere.

-You get me out of here, I won't hurt you.
-WOMAN 2 (on radio): 2202, we copy.

All right, work to the ticket.

Oh, you got an idea?

I would ask if you had a gun,

but I don't ask liars no questions.

-Dammit.
-You trying something,

-you trying something?
-No, it's the car.

-I'll do it, I'll do it.
-(engine sputtering)

Pump it, pump it.

I did, I think it's flooded.

-Get out, get out.
-(grunts)

WOMAN (on radio):
Possible 211 in progress, 91st and Ogden,

area units respond.

(bell rings)

-May I help you?
-Car keys, give 'em to me.

I don't have a car.

Like hell, give me the keys.

Take my money, I don't care.

-Car keys!
-I swear to you, I don't have a--

The pockets, get the keys.

Oh! I'll try not to move you.

Shut up! Check his pants.

It's true, there are no keys.

-Got to get a car!
-(groans)

(sirens wail)

Get Bernstein, get Buntz,
inform Henry I'm moving.

WOMAN (on radio):
Patrols B, C, and D to hostage scene,

all others retain sectors.

What the hell's going on over there?

Anti-crime personnel responding.

I mean with the hostage,
Davenport, Mrs. Furillo.

No communication
with interior premises as of yet.

Uh, 2203, is Flaherty present?

-Flaherty.
-Got a call from uptown impound,

serial numbers on a wreck up there
match the 642 on your stolen tape deck.

No kidding, way to go, cops. Thanks!

-You hear that?
-I heard it.

Can we tone down our concern
about our tape deck right now?

Well, excuse me
for being slightly relieved.

Look, I'm very concerned
about Mrs. Furillo.

If I was the captain,
I'd bust through that window

and blast that guy,
and that's the honest truth.

Stupid honest truth.

Hey, would you lighten up, huh?

All right, I won't be relieved
that they found my tape deck, okay?

That impound lot's in our sector.

Sir...

(sirens wailing)

Diaz, how about just letting us know
everybody's okay inside?

If we know everybody's healthy,
it makes it easier.

Pay phone inside, no luck yet.

Mr. Diaz, the captain's here now,

so we can start straightening
this misunderstanding out.

Do you want me to try it?

Well, what do you think, Frank?

I think I ought to do it.

-I think you're right.
-We're getting a floor plan.

Uh, till then, we stay
passively presented north and west.

We will be taking
the utmost care, Captain.

Do.

Mr. Diaz, at least signal me.

-Is the phone ringing?
-(phone rings)

-Is it in operable condition?
-What is he, dead?

-(phone ringing)
-I didn't mean to...

I'm trying to save his life.

I can't stop the bleeding.

DIAZ: I didn't want to kill anybody.

I wanted my ticket, you messed me over,
it's your fault, you lied.

-I told you, I didn't lie.
-(man coughs)

Look, are there any paper towels
on the shelf?

I don't know what to do.

Then help me.

I don't want him to die.

They caught me,
I wasn't even in the place.

Look, then pick up the phone,

and tell them that, start talking,
because this man is badly hurt.

It stopped ringing, it stopped.

I don't want him to die.

-Then shout, do anything.
-I never killed anybody!

No, I'm not shouting, you hear me?

(sighs)

This is practically a diagram
of Wilcox's inexperience,

pairing Webster with Schromsky.

Brewster at 100 yards. Judas!

Maybe you should call them up
and give them some help.

Well, I shall do just that.

Any word?

None.

Miss Fein, might I ask what you
were doing with a gun in interrogation?

I didn't know.

I wasn't thinking.

You didn't know that weapons
are forbidden inside this precinct?

I got a carry permit
when I joined the PD's Office.

If anything happens to her...

I'd exchange myself
if it would do any good.

That's a noble thought, Miss Fein,

but you have several clients
waiting for representation.

I can't work with this going on.

Of course you can, you must.

You think I wouldn't rather
be at that site myself?

My job is here, I'm needed here.

Raymond.

Get Miss Fein the file on the rapist
that Henley brought in.

Go on now.

McElroy, building engineer.

I was checking your broken air duct
in Interrogation A,

and I found this little mic.

This is it, you see?
"PF," I scratched it there.

I'll see if I can voucher it.

We might need it as evidence, though.

Temporary dealer's license.

Louie, this is the car that the officer
from Hill Street wrecked this morning?

Yeah, did one heck of a job, huh?

What's that, what did he say?

The radio's in the car
that Belker's on the hook for.

This is LaRue's brother-in-law's car.

Two-two-oh-two, what's the deal
on this hostage situation?

WOMAN (on radio): Keep this channel clear
for official communications.

-No, I'm just curious.
-Over there,

isn't that the kid from the pictures?

RENKO: Okay, just forget this, forget it.

Danny Lopez?

-Yeah.
-You're under arrest.

You hear of Arthur Hopkins?

You're taking me in for beating up
that piece of garbage?

You got a hell of an attitude,
don't you, boy?

-Hey, I did what I did.
-Well, how's your sister feel about that?

You leave my--
You leave my sister out of this.

Take this piece of garbage in there.

Hey, I don't care what you do to me,
you just leave my sister out of this.

If I were you, I'd shut up.

(helicopter whirring overhead)

(siren blaring)

Chief wanted me to express
his personal concern, Frank.

-Thank you.
-How is she?

We don't know, he won't pick up the phone.

(phone ringing)

Look, let me negotiate with him.

We've got to get this man out of here.
I can do it.

I don't listen to you.

You've got to, this man is dying,
don't you see?

No matter what you think of me,
no matter what happens to me,

if you get out of here,

you'd be slapped with a murder charge.

A few hours ago,
the most you faced was six months.

You are not on my side.

I understand you never meant
for any of this to happen.

I want all of us to get out of here alive.

You want you to get out of here alive,
maybe him.

The minute I step out the door,
they blow me away.

Not unless you give them
a reason to shoot.

Who are you kidding, lady?

They lied to me so far.
They lie, then they shoot.

Then do it this way, keep me,
let me negotiate to take the man out,

we go back into the storeroom,
shut the door.

We've got to do something, Ricardo,

he's not going to last
much longer without help.

-Yeah.
-Mr. Diaz?

Mr. Diaz,
this is Lieutenant Henry Goldblume,

please stay on the line,
we're gonna work this thing out.

Yeah, right, I'm putting Mrs. Captain on.

You mess with me now,
and Mrs. Captain dies, you understand?

We understand, Mr. Diaz.

Put Miss Davenport on the line.

-Joyce?
-I'm all right, Frank.

But the store owner is badly hurt,
we've got to get him out of here.

-We'll get you all out.
-Mr. Diaz doesn't feel

this is the time for an overall deal.

Deal myself to dead, right, great idea.

But he will help to save the man's life.

Tell him I got conditions, two conditions.

JOYCE: Mr. Diaz will let you in here
on two conditions.

No more charges because I popped the dude.

No, not if he dies,
there's no way they'll go along.

He's not gonna die.

That's what I'm saying,
that's why we're doing this.

Condition one, no charges against him
on the shooting, assuming the man lives.

And I take you back there.

And two, he and I
go back into the storeroom.

You come in, Mrs. Captain is dead.

Joyce, I want you out of there.

JOYCE: I think we have a better chance of
negotiating with Mr. Diaz for my release

if you carry the injured man
out of here first,

and give him a reason to trust you and me.

-I don't trust you.
-It's life and death.

Tell Diaz we meet his conditions,
provided the man lives

and you're eventually
brought out unharmed.

I ain't harming her, just don't come in.

(groans)

Come on in.

Right, okay, here we go.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: That does it.

(door closes)

HENRY: Mr. Diaz, do you hear this?

The store owner's gonna survive,
he's gonna make it.

Looks like you turned out
to be an express ticket, Mrs. Captain.

-Will you trust me now?
-Yeah, as long as I got this.

So, now what do we do?

Continue negotiating.

You'll probably have to do some time,

I think I can keep it under a year.

Forget it, we're going for total amnesty.

That's not realistic,
you have to give them something,

that's how a negotiation works.

I'm the client, you're the lawyer, okay?

-You ask them.
-He wants total amnesty?

Joyce, say yes or no,

if we give it to him,
will he just think it's a trap?

I don't know, good chance.

What did they say, no? Give me that.

-This is me, who is this?
-Captain Furillo.

I don't want her talking to you,
you two already messed me up!

Well, Frank, let's do it.
He's got your wife in there,

the owner's alive,
the rest of it, I don't give a damn about.

With due respect, Warren,
if it would work, of course,

but I can hear it in her voice,
he's gone over the edge.

If we offer him total amnesty,
I don't think he's gonna believe it,

then we're lost, with no place to go.

With due respect, Captain,
then what the hell else do we do, huh?

The process, the negotiating, small steps,
she's saying, small steps.

(phone rings)

I got nothing more to say to them.
They gotta let me out of this.

Or what?

You kill me and they shoot you?
Or you kill me and then kill yourself?

I don't trust them.

It worked with the back room,
they didn't come in.

They always find a way to jam you up, man!
One thing or another.

You're not thinking straight, Ricardo.
We'll have them on record this time.

Please, let me.

We'll offer this morning's deal

and knock off three months
for their bad faith.

-JOYCE: Lieutenant Goldblume?
-Yes.

My client re-proposes his original deal.

No parole violation, class-A Mis,

and only three months instead of six,

since my client's actions today
have been the result of serious duress.

Yeah, you got it, duress. I got duress!

Let me check it with the ADA.

JOYCE:
Lieutenant, let's not waste time on this.

Listen, man, I got duress.
I want ten days, max.

-Ricardo!
-You got it? Ten days!

He's asking for a further reduction,
he sounds weird.

Mr. Diaz, if we could work out
this ten days idea,

-would you come out?
-No, I don't want ten days either.

What am I going to do
with a lot of baloney sandwiches?

Give me that freedom.

Total amnesty.

Is that what you want, Mr. Diaz,
the impossible?

Fellows, I hate to be the one to say it,

I know they're kind of tight in there,

but what about taking this guy out?

Dammit, Warren, calm down.

We need just some reason, anything,

so when we give in, he'll believe us.

He's got the captain's wife in there,
for pity's sake.

Which reminds him not to believe us.

Why don't we make a false confession,

say we lied to him about Miguelez
and we're sorry?

Where've you been?

Raiding a warehouse full of explosives.

Captain, I... I got Miguelez

because the interrogation room was bugged.

What?

(coughs)

Karp, you know, in communications,

planted a bug in an air duct.

It had nothing to do with me,
it wasn't even supposed to be serious.

Karp thought a typist
was bringing her boyfriend

down there for lunch break.

-But you knew there was a bug?
-Karp came to me.

I mean, he says he was testing it out
and he hears this thing about bombings,

what was I supposed to do, huh?

What you're supposed to do is report bugs

and discipline the personnel
who placed them.

What you do now is come with me.

(phone rings)

Hello?

Mr. Diaz, come here and listen.

NORMAN: Look, Ricardo,
this is Lieutenant Buntz.

We got Miguelez because that room
you were in was bugged.

See, I told you it was like that.

You see, so your attorney didn't know,
the captain didn't know,

and I guess we violated some civil rights.

Diaz, it's the only reason the DA and I
are offering you what you want.

No jail time, probation.

All right, no crap now,

or, Mrs. Captain here,
I'm taking her in here.

Unfortunately,
we have to give you what you want

because we violated your civil rights.

Before we accept, Captain,

what's the point of probation

even if you admit you violated
my client's civil rights?

FRANK: Well, look, probation
merges with his parole,

he just continues
to see his parole officer.

You understand that, Mr. Diaz?

All right, I can live with that.

Nice and easy, Mr. Diaz.

Nice and easy.

Just lay the gun down.

That's right, just lay it down
and keep coming this way.

We'll go back to the precinct, Mr. Diaz,
then we'll process this matter.

Yeah, all right.

I don't know what to say to her.

An apology might be appropriate.

Will it be all right
if I take care of a few things?

Just 15 minutes and we'll go home.

Frank, I'm not going to take
the DA's arraignment.

-Of course not.
-But I've got to bring

somebody up to speed.

Not her.

Sorry, I've got to.

Raymond.

-Find Karp for me, would you?
-Yes, sir.

-Lieutenant Norm Buntz?
-Who wants to know?

This is State Senatorial
Candidate Garfield.

Lieutenant,
I want to personally thank you.

Who knows how many innocent people
might have been hurt

had that bomb gone off at my storefront.

Yeah, uh, glad I could help. Excuse me.

Lieutenant?

Karp... (clears throat)

Uh, Captain's going to can you.

You see that? That's Candidate Garfield.

Tell him about that bug you put.

You tell him Norm Buntz recommends you
for any kind of plumbing job, all right?

All right, Detective, I brought the note.

Thirty-six even monthly payments.

Sir, are you Rob Nelson
of Robert's Motors?

-The one and only.
-PATRICK: You're under arrest.

Possession of stolen property, to wit,

a Carster 692 tape cassette player
owned by me,

in a vehicle owned by you.

Aw, come on.
This has got to be a frame up.

You'll never prove criminal intent, pal.

Maybe not, but just think of all those
court appearances, Mr. Nelson.

And attorney fees.
Not to mention your own time.

Goodwill gesture.

That's so I don't
press charges personally,

but see, if we find any other stolen stuff
in your heap, forget about it.

We go full steam,
put your butt in the hoosegow.

RENKO:
Elena, we had to take Danny into custody.

He said he beat up Mr. Hopkins.

Now Mrs. Jackson here
at the Youth Authority

is going to watch you for a while, okay?

Danny takes good care of me.
Put me in jail with Danny.

No, we can't do that, dear.

BOBBY: Elena, we know some bad things
happened to you.

If you could just talk about them.

Why does Danny have to go to jail?

'Cause that terrible man touched me?

Mr. Hopkins touched you?

He was always coming by after school.

He said not to tell Danny,
Danny would be mad.

But Danny saw what Mr. Hopkins was doing,

Danny wasn't mad at me,
he was mad at Mr. Hopkins.

Polygraph.

I believe her, stone cold.

That old bastard.

Danny said we couldn't tell.

He didn't want me to be ashamed.

Oh, darling, it's okay, it's all right.

-Ready?
-Uh, look, you sure you're up for this?

Detective, I was shaken up today,

but I had a good talk with myself,

and I am not going to let one mistake
get the better of me.

Oh, um,

we are going to be
meeting another couple, okay?

Yeah, sure, fine.

-Disgusting.
-What's that, Detective?

Our new PD almost gets Davenport iced,

but does that interrupt
her social schedule, no.

-Have a nice time.
-That should do it.

-Come on, more new regs?
-Mm.

Change forced on us by circumstance.

Henceforth, all attorneys
are subject to discretionary frisks,

same as other visitors.

If you need a frisk
on Miss Fein, let me know.

(light music playing)

Right this way.

Ooh.

I don't think I'm dressed for this place.

You look fine.

-Mom.
-Hello, dear.

Dad, uh,
this is Detective Neal Washington.

How do you do?

Uh, told you we'd be
meeting another couple.

Detective.

How do you do?

Won't you sit down?

Yes, won't you sit down?

(sighs)

Sharon, is your cheek bruised?

Mother, I told you, I'm fine.

Were you, uh, part of today's excitement?

Uh, no, sir.

(awkward laughter)

I-I just can't believe our daughter
getting mixed up in something like that.

Uh, I'd like a kier, please.

Uh, scotch rocks, double.

(all chuckling)

So...

(all chuckling)

Are, uh...

Are you a basketball fan, Detective?

Uh, yes, sir.

Well, who do you like
to make the playoffs?

(sighs)

-Walt Frazier.
-One of the greats.

I saw him score 30 points
in a quarter once.

Here we are, dear.

-Sharon.
-Okay, take it easy, now.

(imitates gun, laughs)

MRS. FEIN: Come along, dear.

(smooches)

Oh, you were such a good sport.

Thanks.

That's my car.

Would you, uh--

Would you like to follow me home?

That my reward?

(chuckles) What do you mean?

For showing your folks how liberal
and independent you are?

For giving them a shock.

That wasn't the idea.

Oh, no?

Your mother couldn't even
look me in the eye.

And your father
could only babble about sports.

And I caught you enjoying the whole thing.

Daddy's little girl,
getting back some of her own.

I'd stick to basketball if I were you.

You know something?

People like you
will always be strangers on the Hill.

And strangers
always end up causing trouble.

I don't need a lecture.

Go back to Farmingdale.

I guess this proves it.

You'd do anything for a plea bargain.

(soft chuckle)

I guess so.

I knew you were so close.

I knew...

I would have died.

(sniffles)

(sobbing)

(closing theme playing)