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(indistinct dialogue)

What about under the seats?

Uh, Lieutenant, we've been over
this car a dozen times.

Look, we'll be able to run some better
tests when we get it back to the lab.

All right, let me know the minute
you get anything, all right?

We've been through all the hotel guests
and most of this block.

Somebody saw something.

It was dark. It was sleeting.

You don't just walk up to a guy
sitting in his car

and shoot him
without somebody seeing something.

-I've already seen these.
-Try again.

I've been through all this
at the station last night.

I told you I didn't get
a good look at him.

When can we expect your results?

Considering what we found, not long.
I wouldn't expect much.

What the hell did you do to my room?
There's holes in the wall.

The furniture's busted.

There's black powder
all over everything. It's totaled.

All right, sir,
contact the City Attorney's Office.

You'll be reimbursed.

I gotta go through City Hall
because you wrecked my room?

I'm real broken up about
your problem right now, pal.

We're looking for someone
who shot a police officer.

Yeah? I've never seen you
work this hard for Joe Citizen.

-Then it's just file a report.
-Hey!

Why don't you shut that hole in your face
before someone does it for you?

-Is that a threat?
-(sighs)

Hey, where are you going with my register?

This is evidence.

I can't believe you guys.
I'm filing a complaint.

-Sir, here's the number.
-Thanks a lot!

MAN: All right, you're looking good.

Take it out.

Surgery took five and a half hours.
They removed the bullet.

The fragment remains
lodged near his spine.

The doctors say it was a miracle
that he didn't bleed to death.

No, Belker's too ornery to die.

Troops, the overwhelming number
of requests to participate

in the Belker investigation

is much appreciated,
but we are at maximum deployment.

For those of us present, uh,
denied, perhaps, the opportunity to...

to give of our sweat and tears

can nevertheless contribute
to the cause by giving our blood.

Belker is O positive.

Just, uh, check in with me
before you go to County General.

And may, uh, I submit for those of you
who are so persuaded,

a few prayers might be in order.

Item two... (exhales)

an increase in the purse snatching

as reported by
the Dekker Avenue Merchants Association,

the suspects appear to be well-organized
and working in pairs.

WOMAN (on PA):
Dr. William... extension 203.

(machine beeping)

(elevator bell dings)

-Stan.
-Hi, Stan.

-Any change?
-Eh, critical but stable.

(woman speaking indistinctly on PA)

They're planning to go back
for the fragment?

Not unless they have to. Too risky.

(man speaking indistinctly on PA)

How's Robin doing?

Rough night.

-Any leads?
-Not much yet. It's too early.

He'll make it, Captain.

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)

If anybody should happen to ask you
where I was last night,

uh, you just tell them
I was at a poker game,

-all right?
-Okay.

Renko, do you remember a guy
talking to Belker yesterday at the diner?

-At lunch?
-No.

-No?
-No.

(telephone ringing)

Line four for you, sir.

Inspector's Review Board.

Thanks, Raymond.

Sergeant Hunter.

Four o'clock?

And what may I ask
is the purpose of this meeting?

Belker leaves the station at 5:00.

Says he has a tip
on some stolen credit cards.

Desk clerk puts him at the hotel at 5:30.
Asked for Dolores, room 103.

Five-forty, pedestrian finds him
shot in his car.

No wallet. No credit cards. No log book.

SID says the shooter was right outside
the driver's window.

One shot. .357 Magnum.
Belker probably never even saw the guy.

Doesn't feel like a street robbery.

Belker's gun was still in his holster.
Robber would've striped the piece.

He makes a buy, he delays the pop
'cause he figures he can ante up

to a bigger source
and then he gets dumped.

-Think someone made him?
-J.D.: Belker? Forget that.

Can't rule out anything
at this point, J.D.

Belker was too good to get blown up
over a few pieces of plastic.

Norman, where are we with forensics?

Uh, there's no latents in the car,
the motel room.

Uh, they're still going over his clothes
and a few other things,

-but, uh, basically zero.
-What about the woman he went to see?

Registered as Dolores Chatwood.
Phony address.

Looks like a phony name, too.
Still checking.

She paid cash for the room.
Left without checking out.

Got a lame description
from the desk clerk,

but we put out a statewide bulletin.

How about his informant?
We have any ideas where he got his tip?

I went through his desk,
I couldn't find a thing. Just a big mess.

I've got Detectives Willard
and MacDonald running down snitches.

Okay, good.
J.D., contact the bus companies.

Interview any drivers who might have
passed the hotel between 5:30 and 6:00.

Neal, same with the cabbies.

Henry, press has a phone number
for any leads?

I'll be checking for fresh
sources of plastic, Captain.

See if I can't shake something loose.

Okay, I want you all to stay in touch
with me directly.

Uh, Lieutenant.

NORMAN: Yeah, I'm a little busy right now.

Uh, Renko and me were
at Jimmy's Diner yesterday.

I saw this guy talking to Belker.

-Now, I don't know who he was--
-You'd recognize him again?

-Yeah.
-Sergeant, I'm requisitioning Hill.

-All right, I'll reassign him.
-All right, change into your civvies.

-I gotta make a couple of calls.
-All right.

Mr. Renko, I'm gonna go
with Buntz for a while.

All right.

-Are you okay?
-No, my arm hurts a little bit.

Listen, Raymond,
I'm taking about an hour, okay?

Personal time.

I know it seems rather petty
in the face of ongoing events, Frank.

I understand perfectly, but I thought
your review wasn't up until the 23rd.

Precisely. And now
this royal summons to appear

before the inspector's review board.
No explanation. It's highly irregular.

I wouldn't overreact, Howard.

All my information suggests that
your lieutenancy is gonna be restored.

-I'll see what I can find out.
-I appreciate it, Frank.

(knocking on door)

Line two for you, Captain. SID.

-Captain Furillo.
-(door closes)

Nothing, huh?

White male, reddish hair,
medium build, late 20s.

Maybe a little wasted.

NORMAN: Mean anything to you, Mrs. Belker?

It sound like anyone
Mick used as a regular?

No. At night, I ask him how work went.
It's always "the usual" or "nothing much."

He just doesn't talk about it.

-Hi, fellas.
-Hi, Stan.

-How's it going?
-We're working on it.

(chuckles)
These-these are the cutest things.

They-they got cartoon characters
all over them.

You sure Mrs. Rodriguez doesn't need
anything else for the little guy?

-No. Thanks, Stan.
-I'll be right back.

Excuse me, gentleman, supply run.

I know this is a hell of a time
to be bothering you, but...

Ask, Lieutenant.

Notebooks, lists,
did Mick keep a record of his snitches?

Is there anything at all we can look at?

I can't get him to make a grocery list.

He always comes back
with the most useless things.

Yeah. Well, uh,
if anything should come to you...

-We're all pulling for him, too, Robin.
-Thanks.

(elevator bell dings)

(man speaking indistinctly on PA)

What's a guy like that with a kid and all
doing undercover anyway, huh?

Andy.

Billie Jo, I hope I'm not
disturbing you or anything.

-Not at all. Come on in.
-No, I can't.

Oh, come on. Get on in here.

So, look, I gotta talk to you
about last night.

-Mm-hmm. I thought it was great.
-Yeah, well...

but I'm a married man and you were lonely.

-And I took advantage of you.
-Uh, that's not the way I see it.

So, I can't see you no more.

And I gotta drop out of night school,
and you gotta find yourself a new partner.

And that's the way that's gonna be, okay?

(clears throat)
You left this here last night.

Yeah, thanks.

So, that's about it, right?

I just have one small favor to ask.

Name it.

I'd like a copy of your station's
vice squad duty roster

-with photo IDs.
-What?

You remember to concept

-of adverse market forces.
-RENKO: You're a hooker.

Well, I need to identify some
in my business.

I much prefer to think of myself more
of an entrepreneur on the way up.

Oh, I don't believe this.

-You'll do it for me, Andy.
-No, I will not.

-I could cut you in on the action.
-No.

Andy, I hate to hurt people.

I mean, I'd hate to have to make
a phone call to your wife

and tell her what you've been up to.

But I will if you won't do
this one thing for me.

What about the guy that... (mutters)

Stanley? Come on, he's tall.
He's built like a linebacker.

No, if it isn't Lee, I don't know.

Could be Johnny Lupo. Only he's older.
He's like 40-something.

Did you notice a fever blister right here?

He's older, I don't know.

Hey, Norm, these places
right up here on the side, 657.

It's right here.

(police speaking indistinctly on radio)

Okay.

-Hey, hey, word gets around, huh?
-You listening to me, huh? Huh?

-Hey! Hey!
-(stammers) Hey, I was doing him a favor.

-You set up a cop.
-No! No!

-It was righteous information.
-Who was stealing the cards, huh?

I-I don't know. Uh, Maverick.

-Think again. Think again, huh?
-(groans)

Belker came in asking for Dolores.
Dolores who?

-(groans)
-Huh?

-Hey!
-This a friend of yours?

That's it, isn't it, huh? That's it.

You're afraid that word's gonna get out
that you ratted a friend, huh?

Well, it won't. It won't. I guarantee it.
You just tell me her name, her real name.

Get out of my face.

-(grunts)
-Listen, you piece of garbage.

I got a friend sucking wind just a couple
blocks from here 'cause of you!

And you're gonna join him
in just another second!

Officer Hill, why don't you go
get yourself a cup of coffee?

Hey, no. No, don't go, man.
Don't leave me here with him!

You can't do this.

SID: He give you the name, Norm?

-Yeah, he gave me the name.
-(engine starts)

MAN: Excuse me.

-I need an interrogation room.
-A's open.

-I want a lawyer.
-Relax.

Miss Davenport, Dolores Chapman, remember?

What's the charge, Lieutenant?

Just gonna ask her a few questions,
Miss Davenport.

She's here of her own free will.

Thanks. Well, she's still, uh,
is entitled to an attorney.

Have you told him anything?

I told him I was at the hotel.
I got nothing to hide.

I just don't want him
to violate my parole.

I gotta see my little son, my little boy.
I'm gonna cooperate.

Uh, I'd like to talk
to Miss Chapman alone, Lieutenant.

Look, Miss Davenport...

Hey, what tree you guys shake?

Hill, uh, Hill ID'd the snitch.

-Hey, my man.
-All right.

Excuse me.

It's a bad stomach bug or something.

(sniffs, clears throat)
Snitch coughs out a name, Dolores Chapman.

Says he doesn't know
anything more about her.

Just an old friend he ran into at a bar.
She told him to put the word out

that she's dealing
with stolen credit cards.

Anyway, I run the name
Dolores Chapman through the computer,

bingo, out of Harrisonville six weeks.

Just did eight months on a bad check beef.

-Fits.
-Yeah, I talked to the parole officer,

Ooh, there's a real prize,
let me tell you.

Guy probably has trouble dressing himself.

At least he's got
Dolores' sister's address.

I drop in, there's Dolores
watching Wheel of Fortune.

-Norm?
-Yeah, uh, we got the seller, Captain.

(voice shaking)
This guy knocks on my door. I answer it.

He says he wants to buy some credit cards.

And I says, "I don't know
nothing about no credit cards."

And why would I?

So, he leaves.

How do you think he got your room number?
Knew to ask for you?

I don't know.

Maybe somebody's trying to set me up.
I mean, I got enemies.

I mean, everybody's got enemies.
I don't know!

Kind of a big coincidence,
don't you think, Dolores, huh?

Cop comes asking for you. He goes outside.

-Somebody whacks him?
-Captain.

I don't know nothing about that. I swear.

Please, I just don't want this
to violate my parole.

Captain, I won't allow my client
to be badgered.

She's here voluntarily and she's
obviously emotionally distraught.

Hey, hey, wait a minute.
Let's be straight here now.

She is here because she's got
a four-year-old kid

staying with her relatives in Missouri,

and she won't regain custody
if her parole is violated.

I gotta have my little boy back, please.

The lieutenant's manner of questioning
borders on coercion, Captain.

Well, he's making an observation

which seems to be valid
under the circumstances.

-What were you doing in that hotel?
-I was, uh, looking for work in the area.

Computer programming.

I studied it in prison.
You can check my records.

-Why register under an assumed name?
-You ever tried getting work as an ex-con?

You left without checking out.

I didn't wanna stay in a place
where people were getting shot up.

How come you didn't stay with your sister
as soon as you got of the joint?

My sister doesn't want
nothing to do with me.

I was scared.
I didn't have any place else to go!

Come on, Dolores.

You were dealing credit cards,
Belker made a buy,

something went wrong, and he was shot.

-Now, was it you?
-No!

-Did you do him, Dolores, huh? Huh?
-No. I swear!

-I have nothing to do with it!
-Who did him, Dolores?

-DOLORES: I don't know.
-Session's over.

If you've got charges, make them.
My client's through talking.

(sobs)

-What's up?
-She's dirty.

We don't have a case.

No physical evidence, no witnesses,
the officer involved is unconscious.

-We have to kick her.
-Let me put a loose tail on her, Captain.

She's scared. She'll screw up.

Take Willard and MacDonald as backups.

-Low profile, Norm, just follow her.
-All right.

Where are you two?

Nothing from the bus drivers, the cabbies.

We went back over the hotel register.

The place is practically
a halfway house for ex-cons.

We're going back to talk to some of them.
They may know more than they said.

Good work this morning, Bobby.

"I would like the record to reflect
my personal displeasure...

My official protest
of this superfluous hearing.

Extensive investigation has never
challenged my use of deadly force.

And to delay
the restoration of my lieutenancy

-any further..."
-(door closes)

-Henry.
-Howard.

Review board wants to see me
this afternoon.

Ah. I thought you weren't up
till next week.

-(water running)
-Storm cloud, Henry.

But Howard Hunter has faced them before.

He ventured the maelstrom
and keep his powder dry.

(water shuts off)

Good luck.

"From my tribe, I take nothing.

I am the maker of my own fortune."

Tecumseh, chief of the Shawnees.

Hi, Bobby. (chuckles)

-Oh, hi, Daryl Ann.
-Andy's not here?

Uh, no.
I'll tell him you stopped by, though.

Last night he didn't come home
till real late. (chuckles)

And then he left this morning
without saying anything.

Um... yeah, our poker game
didn't break up for a while.

-I'm sorry about that.
-Hope he didn't lose much.

We've been having some problems.
I guess he told you.

He made some mention. Um...

Maybe it's not all him.

I mean, I keep blaming him, but...

I don't know. Maybe it's my fault.

Sometimes I wish I never
baked a cookie in my life.

You hang in there.

I'll be at Mr. Ellis' office all afternoon
if he wants to talk.

-Will you tell him that?
-Look, um...

I-I know Andy acts like a jerk sometimes,

but I...
I also know he feels very bad, too.

(chuckles) See ya.

(police speaking indistinctly on radio)

Hey, Tina, King Kong just leaped on
the roof of that drug store.

The elastic band
has stretched across a block

-and he has 'em around the ankles.
-What?

Oh, nothing, nothing.
Got a whole day together.

Why waste it trying to communicate
with each other?

I mean, I don't like this idea either.
I mean, us being paired.

I mean, that's it, right?
I mean, that's why this silent treatment?

You just don't have a clue, do you?

You just think the sun rises
and sets with you.

-So, what's the problem?
-Just forget it.

What are you doing?

-What are you doing?
-(tires screech)

What, is it Belker?

He was the only real friend I had.
He was a cop that I looked up to.

-Look it--
-It just stinks.

-Listen, he's gonna pull through.
-Let's just move, okay?

WOMAN (on radio):
Units in the vicinity of 98th and Dekker.

Citizen reports a lion at large.

Last seen near
the Dekker Avenue Projects.

Twenty-two zero seven responding.

Is this on the level?
-Affirmative, 2207.

Great.

(woman speaking indistinctly on radio)

Okay, Patrick, I don't hear
any jungle roars. Can we go?

(banging)

What was that?

-A rat.
-A rat with a thyroid condition?

Come on.

Up these stairs.

-(clears throat)
-(rattling)

Come on.

Come on, you lion.

(siren wailing in distance)

(rustling)

-Saints in heaven, what is that?
-Could be a lion.

-(footsteps approaching)
-PATRICK: Don't panic. Uh...

Let's just, uh, vacate the premises,
we'll call for backup.

-Don't panic, all right?
-No, I'm not.

Let's calm down, okay? Carefully.

(yelps)

-Way to go, Patrick. Are you all right?
-Terrific, I'm stuck.

(woman speaking indistinctly on PA)

-If we get through this--
-When.

When. It's over for Mick. Me, too.

-What are you talking, leave the force?
-It's not worth it, Stan.

-Eh, you're tired, Robin.
-No. He told me.

Last yeah he said,
"You got the baby. It changes things."

If I remember,
you didn't exactly take his advice.

Well, that was before I had Phillip.
I was wrong.

You know, a thing like this,

you'll have plenty of time,
the two of you, to talk it out.

Oh, there's not gonna be any talking.

(mutters)

Uh, you know Jack McCloskey?
No, how could you?

Jack and his partner,
this is years ago, understand.

Jack and his partner were walking a beat
outside a candy store.

Stick-up man comes out, sees the uniforms,
panics, pumps the two of them.

They both made it, thank God.

-Full recovery.
-So?

So it changes the partner's life
is what happens.

He spent the rest
of his career in records.

But, Jack-- Jack comes out therapy
and all he wants. Back on the beat.

-He never looked back.
-You're telling me you admired the guy?

No, I'm telling you that
there's no way of telling

of how people are gonna react
to these things.

Now, Mick's gonna come out of this
and there's no way you can tell,

there's no way I can tell,
how he's gonna feel about things.

I don't care. Do you get it, Stosh?

Mick's done his time.

And I don't wanna hear
any more about duty.

-WOMAN (on P.A.): Code blue, ICU.
-Or about overcoming your fear.

-Code blue, ICU.
-Or about being some big man.

Code blue, ICU.

-I'm sick of it. Oh, God.
-What?

-(nurses clamoring)
-What happened?

-What's going on?
-Tell them we have blood

in the spinal column,
loss of motor functions.

-Just tell me what's going on!
-Tell them we want the fragment removed.

-You can't come in here.
-That's my husband!

-(indistinct dialogue)
-(sirens wailing)

-Where is he?
-Up the stairs. His leg's jammed.

Not your partner, the lion.

Just saw him once. This way, gentlemen.

How about if we pass up the tools
and he gets himself out?

-Did you guys have a nice lunch?
-Don't worry, I'll stand guard.

-You ain't scared?
-The way I figure it is I got a gun,

-the lion doesn't
-Good.

Fellas, come on, get me out of here.

Animal Control, Wertz.

-The lion's up there.
-Right.

-Tranquilizer gun, Pauly.
-Yes, sir.

Should I wait at the top, Jerry?

-All right.
-Don't miss now.

-Excuse us, excuse us,
-All right.

please, coming through.

(clattering)

-(tranquilizer gunshot)
-Ah! It's a dog! (groans)

(dog whimpers)

(machines beeping)

DOCTOR: We need better exposure.

More suction. Sponge.

Oh, there's our little friend.

Okay, people, this is where
you can hold your breath. Forceps.

Please, don't die, Mick. (sighs)

MAN: Marty, come over here!
I want to show you something!

-Back again, Lieutenant?
-Yeah, I wanna talk to your sister.

-You just missed her.
-What?

-Left about five minutes ago.
-Where'd she go?

You think she'd tell me?

So, what the hell did she do now?

-NORMAN: Hey, where is she?
-We didn't see her.

Damn it! What the hell?
Did you check for a side door?

Oh, look at that.

Dolores Chapman just strolled
out of here five minutes ago.

-Son of a--
-I told you to take the back!

-I didn't think--
-You got it, Willard!

And I'm gonna have your heads on a pike!

WOMAN (on radio):
Lieutenant Buntz, report in.

Give me that.

This is Buntz.

I'm requesting an all-units alert
for a suspect Dolores Chapman.

She's wanted for investigation
for attempted murder of a police officer.

Last seen 35th and Pine five minutes ago.

Any unit locating the suspect,
hold and notify Lieutenant Buntz.

WOMAN: Lieutenant, you're wanted back
at the station, immediately.

Hey, hey, did you just copy
what I just said?

We got a suspect on the loose out here.

-WOMAN: Captain's orders, urgent.
-Right.

All right, you find her,

or you're gonna find me
all over your freakin' faces.

You did this because the dog's got mange?

Yeah, he looks strong, don't he?
Ain't been ripped off sense.

You let his hair grow back, mister,
if you want to keep him.

Man, Simba ain't no problem.
Just got loose, that's all.

-You heard me?
-(whimpers)

She gonna be okay?

No problem.
Be like sleeping with a little buzz on.

Thank you.

-Tina, are you okay?
-Jack?

-Jack, is that you?
-Jack? No, it's Patrick.

It's cold in here.
Come on, get under the covers.

-Tina--
-Hurry!

Tina, it's me, Patrick.

Who's rocking the boat now, Jack?
(giggles)

Jack...

So-so that's it, right?

You got the fragment,
the bleeding stopped, he's gonna be okay?

No, what I said was the operation
was successful.

-But...
-Mrs. Belker,

the reason we originally left
the fragment in

was for fear of damage
to the spinal column.

In this case, we had to remove it
to stop the bleeding.

Are you telling me my husband's paralyzed?

No, we think he's gonna be just fine.

In fact, if all goes well,
he could be back on his feet in weeks.

I've known it to happen.

But there is the possibility
of damage to the nervous system.

And we just can't know.

-What do you mean you just can't know?
-Until your husband wakes up.

(indistinct chattering)

HOWARD: There's only one conclusion, Lucy.

-Yeah, what is that?
-The review board is planning

to deny my lieutenancy.

Why else would they...
would they spring this sudden meeting?

Fight it, Sarge.

I'm afraid it's gone way beyond that.
I can sense it.

That cabal of Monday morning quarterbacks

hasn't got the guts
to stand behind an officer

properly discharging his duty.

-Well, sue 'em.
-A suit?

I don't know. That's contrary
to every-every credo in good soldering.

Well, just a thought.

Uh, Joyce. Sorry to bother you.

-I'm on my way to a hearing, Howard.
-Would you just give me a moment?

If I could demonstrate blatant, uh,
miscarriage of justice

in a departmental proceeding,
would it be possible to bring a suit?

I supposed it's possible.
Malfeasance, something like that.

I really think your best bet
is the PBA attorney.

Certainly.

Malfeasance.

-I saw the bruises myself.
-Guy was fine when I left, Captain.

-FRANK: That the way you saw it, Bobby?
-Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Buntz didn't lay
a hand on the informant?

-No.
-Guy's a hype, Captain.

Maybe he fell down some stairs.

IAD's gonna conduct an investigation.
They'll want your statements.

Bobby, get back in uniform.
Report to Hunter for desk duty.

-Norman, you're off the case.
-What?

You're taking that freakin'
snitches word against ours?

You're off the case, Lieutenant.

What is it, Captain,
you don't want this shooter?

I want a case that's gonna stand up.

Not be thrown out because some cop
thinks he's above the law!

-(door slams)
-Lieutenant, sir.

No disrespect, but don't ask me
to ride with you again.

What, you too?

Look, leaning on a snitch
ain't exactly Hiro-freakin'-shima.

Excuse me. Renko, I wanna talk to you now.

Remember when he got
into that chicken suit?

-Oh, the feathers.
-(laughter)

-He was some character, I'll tell you.
-Classic Belker.

I got news for you guys.
Belker's not dead.

You're talking about him like he's
already laid out at Mount Pleasant's.

You been back to 204 Fullerton yet?

As I recall,
there was nobody in at the time.

-On our way, Sarge. Come on.
-Get out of here, guys, come on.

So right at the time
I was lying to Daryl Ann,

-you were out buffing some hooker?
-No, I was not!

I went by to break it off,
and she has this bomb she drops on me.

She has this big idea she wants a copy
of the vice squad duty roster,

or she's gonna tell Daryl Ann.

Now, what am I supposed
to do about that now?

-You have one choice and only one.
-Yeah, suicide.

-Tell Daryl Ann the truth.
-I can't!

-You gotta.
-What about this Billie Jo woman?

-What am I supposed to do about her, huh?
-Bust her!

I did it with her!

It isn't entrapment
if you didn't know she was a hooker.

-There was no transaction.
-Oh, cowboy!

(pounds on door)

Well, then we'll set her up.

You wear a wire, give her the duty roster,
and I'll wait in the hall.

We'll... nail her on conspiracy
and extortion.

Yeah. Yeah, we bust this woman, right?
And then I tell my wife, right?

And she walks out on me.

She's gonna find out
one way or another, Renko.

Yeah, you're right. It's better from me.

It's better I was dead.

(siren wailing)

You guys are keeping us busy today.

A couple of kids spotted her.
Came out to run their dog.

Otherwise, might've been days.

NEAL: What kind of gun?

If I had to guess, I'd say .357 Mag.

from two feet maybe.
A couple of bullets went clean through.

Area search was negative.
We want her effects.

What's up here, guys?

NEAL: She was our best lead
in the Belker shooting.

-J.D.: Our only lead.
-NEAL: And the way I figure it,

Dolores was dealing credit cards
for someone else.

She panicked, went to see him,
or he found out.

Either way, he decided to take her out.

Hey, J.D., one step at a time.
Just like always.

This ain't "just like always."

-Glad you could come by, Andy.
-RENKO: Hey!

-This is a nice place.
-(chuckles)

-Where's your partner?
-Oh, in there.

What is this, some kind of executive suite
kind of set up here?

So, uh... did you lose a lot money
in the game last night?

Uh-uh.

Matter of fact, I, um,
didn't even lose anything,

-'cause I didn't play.
-(scoffs)

-Well, where did you go?
-I was at an investigation.

-Well, Bobby said that you--
-I lied.

I didn't go to the game.

I was with another woman.

DARYL ANN: I see...

It'll never happen again, I swear.
See, what happened is-is that...

Daryl, I'm sorry.
It's just that we got so far part.

And then I think I got
kinda of get jealous

of this partner you have here, see?

-Now--
-Get away from me!

Daryl, I love you.
It's a whole big mistake, see?

And I know that because I love you now.
And-and you mean everything to me.

Well, maybe I have a little
confession to make, too.

-Maybe you're not alone, Andrew.
-What?

You're not alone.

-You mean you and him?
-Yeah. Me and him.

How long?

Well, that doesn't really matter, does it?

I mean, you haven't been home for months.

Now, really-- (whimpers)

Don't you dare! Just go away!

Go away!

(sobs)

(woman speaking indistinctly on PA)

(elevator bell dings)

Still out, huh?

STAN: Hell of a thing.

Is it true what I hear, Lieutenant?
You're off the case?

Don't believe everything you hear.

-Stan.
-Captain, I, uh, thought I'd get away

from the hospital for a little while.

-Do you mind if I hang around here a bit?
-Not at all.

You can put me to work if you've got
anything that needs to be done.

-I-I want to help.
-Uh-uh, sure.

-Just give me a couple of minutes.
-Okay.

I hate to bother you, Captain,
but did you--

Oh, Howard, the inspector's review board.

-I completely forgot. I'm sorry.
-Not-not to worry.

I'm... I'm combat ready.

You say...
you say you saw the shooting, sir?

In your mind's eye, I see.
Psychics, third one today.

Yeah, okay. Thanks anyway.

Thought we had something,
but it's not checking out, Captain.

Dolores Chapman had a couple
of credit card receipts on her.

Same card number.

We figured the card was stolen,
but the bank has no record of it.

See? It looks like the original
card number's been changed.

It's not hard to do
with the right equipment.

-What about the name on the card?
-Mary Frankenham.

So far, I haven't found her.
Checked the DMV, voter's registration.

I still got a couple
of sources left to tap.

Okay, just keep on it.

(exhales)

Oh... (clears throat)

Probably time to release
another statement to the press.

-We're not gonna make this one, Henry.
-Maybe.

I should've kept her in custody.

It was the right call.
Willard and MacDonald just blew it.

I told him to keep better records.

-I told him to get a partner.
-(slams chair)

For God's sake, Frank,
you're not responsible.

It's Belker's way of doing things.

I know that.

Yeah, but do you believe it?

I want him back, Henry.

So do I.

You've gotta be making a mistake.

-You are Mary Frankenham, right?
-Right.

But I've never had
a credit card in my life.

I don't believe in them.
"Cash on the line," my father always said.

So, how do you explain these?

Beats me. Somebody used my name.

Thanks. Come on.

-Hey, fellas.
-J.D.: Yeah.

A while ago,
a credit card company called me.

Said they had this pre-approved card
they were sending.

I gave them hell.
Told them I didn't want any card.

-I don't believe in credit cards.
-Yeah, right, right, right.

Anyway, they said the card was stolen
at the factory

before they could send it to me.

If I got any bills,
I was supposed to call a number.

-How long ago was this?
-A year.

-Two years.
-Thanks, lady, thanks a lot. (sighs)

Yeah, right, Captain. (sighs)

Yeah, the Frankenham card was part of
a stolen factory shipment 18 months ago.

Only all the cards were recovered
by the DA's investigators.

That's what I said.

What was Dolores
doing with all those receipts?

(sighs) Okay,
we're at the courthouse now. Right.

That's the last of them; 10,000 cards.
All yours.

-(sighs) 10,000 cards.
-Let's start counting.

-I had no idea what was in that envelope.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Raymond, conspiracy to obstruct justice.

So, when do I get to make my phone call?

Let me give you a little
business advice, Billie Jo.

If I were you,
I'd use that quarter to call a lawyer.

It would be a lot more cost effective
in the long run.

Over 100,000 grand in missing plastic,
including Mary Frankenham's card.

Slow down, J.D.

Okay, there was supposed to be
10,000 credit cards in evidence, right?

Count was 500 short.

Somebody puts valid numbers on
the stolen cards and goes into business.

These cards are worth around
200 apiece on the street.

-Maybe more.
-500 cards at 200 per.

-That's $100,000.
-(whistles)

You have the property room list
of everyone who accessed the cards?

-Yeah, right here.
-Case is 18 months old. Still on a pill.

-Over 20 names to check. Cops, attorneys.
-(door opens)

I think I got something, Captain.

-Go ahead.
-(Norman sniffs)

I took a trip down to Harrisonville.

Dolores Chapman's visitors
when she was in the cage.

Does the name Gerald Norris
ring a bell with anybody?

Yeah, it's on this property room list.

-Twice.
-Hey, I know him. DA's investigator.

He was a cop, right?

You know what? He was at
the Heights when Mick was there.

NEAL: Hey, check this out.

He was the arresting officer
on Dolores' bad checks charge.

Hey, he was also in on
the credit card bust.

-A DA's investigator?
-Makes sense.

Norris steals the credit cards
from the evidence room,

reworks them,
then gets Dolores to sell them.

He stakes out Dolores' room so
she doesn't get ripped off, makes Belker.

-Let's pay a courtesy call on Mr. Norris.
-Take backup.

I want in on this, Captain.

MAN: Yeah, how can I help you fellas?

Detectives LaRue and Washington.

We're looking for one of
your investigators, Gerald Norris.

-MAN: Scanlon, where's Norris?
-Out.

-He's out.
-We'll wait.

Suit yourself.

Oh, wait, here he is. Hey, Norris.

These detectives want to talk to you.

Gun! He's got a gun!

-(gunfire)
-(woman screaming)

(glass shattering)

Merry Christmas, scum wad.

Back off. I said back off!

Go ahead, tough guy, blow her brains out.

(woman whimpering)

(door slams)

Don't be an idiot, Norris!

-(gunshot)
-(woman screaming)

WOMAN: He shot himself!

So, what'd they cook up
against you, Jefferson?

-Assaulting a superior officer.
-Well, take the offense, man.

Hit 'em with a suit for malfeasance.

Knock off their artillery
before they can get off a single shot.

I don't know, man.

I guess I shouldn't have
decked a lieutenant.

(door opens)

Well, you may have a point.
(clears throat)

Sergeant Hunter.

Ah.

(door closes)

Before we begin, gentlemen, I would like--

MAN: Formal notification, Sergeant.

In light of recent mediatory performance
in the Valentine hostage situation,

board's decided to expedite
your restoration to lieutenant

and command of the EATers.
Congratulations.

Was there something you wanted to say?

No, sir. Well, actually...

does this mean the EATers
move back to the Hill?

Naturally, Lieutenant,
unless you'd rather lead them by phone.

(chuckles) No, sir, I...

Thank you, sir.

I'd plead mercy, Jefferson.

-So this guy Jack's no wimp, huh?
-Jack?

Dude you kept running your mouth about

when you were floating away
on those tranquilizers.

Oh, Jack Donnelly. Sorry.

-Hey, must be a regular animal, huh?
-Come on.

Hey, there's no reason
on God's green earth

that an individual should limit herself.

I gotta admit I was hoping maybe
I'd get an honorable mention.

Sorry.

Tina, I'm bowing out of this.

-Oh, is that what you want?
-No, you know what I want!

But I'm more into you then you're into me.

Plus, it's screwing up our work.

We're breaking up.

Yeah.

You shoving off?

-I'm gonna check on Belker.
-Yeah.

BOBBY: So, you wanna go call home?

Do you see me running to a phone booth?

(chuckles) Come on,
you can sleep on my Murphy bed.

-Thanks.
-Renko.

I think I'll find myself a private room.

-(elevator bell dings)
-(woman speaking indistinctly on PA)

Captain. Miss Davenport.

-How is he?
-He's still unconscious.

You go ahead. I'll catch up in a minute.

Norman... IAD turned in its findings
regarding the informant's complaint.

They find no basis
for disciplinary action.

-Lack of evidence.
-How about you, Captain?

I can't condone criminal behavior
by my men under any circumstances.

But on occasion, Lieutenant,
I can understand it.

NORMAN: No, sit down, sit down, sit down.

Full house here, huh?

Hello, Norm.

-Here.
-What's this?

I figured you had enough flowers.

They told me it was some kind of
Jewish rosary or something.

-Thanks, Norm.
-Yeah.

NURSE: Mrs. Belker,
your husband's asking for you.

ROBIN: What?

(machine beeping)

Mick?

(weakly) Hey.

-Hey.
-(chuckles) Oh, Mick.

You moved your hand.

Can you move your toes?

-Huh?
-Can you move your toes?

-Oh, honey, you moved your toes.
-MICK: Yeah.

(Robin sniffling)

Oh, Mick, you're gonna be all right.

I love you, Mick.

(closing theme playing)