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Good morning, Mr. Sims.

I want you to wear these in court.

I also want you to shave.

This all you got for my defense?

We're still trying for a plea.

A plea?

Ain't gonna be no plea,
unless I roll on Canetti.

If I do that,
then you can bury me in these.

I ain't got a chance, lady,
and you know it.

I want you to look good
for the jury, Arthur.

Your appearance should suggest bank clerk,

not heroin purchaser.

And whether you believe it or not,
act confident.

The shoes don't even fit.

JABLONSKI: Item seven:

the trial of Arthur Sims
and Anthony Canetti begins this A.M.

Arresting officers Coffey
and Sergeant Bates

are on court alert.

Item eight:

the Cleansing Fire,
which is a self-styled coven

of your basic fascist, Nazi types,

plans a march
through the north end this A.M.,

ending up on Browning Street,

on account of
that's where the birthplace is

of this loony who founded them.

It's gonna be the unveiling of a bust
of this Albrighton character,

and we can expect a group
of about 15 or 20.

Now, on account of the fact
that we don't want Browning Street

burned down in a riot,

we're gonna assign
heavy police protection.

Billings, Kazman, Vicenza,
Martin, Kennedy, Ortez,

you're on it.

Lieutenant Goldblume coordinating.

Item nine: responding to information
from a disgruntled loser,

Detective Belker works an undercover today

in the phone room
behind Myron's 128th Street Liquors.

Item 10: this is a memo
from Deputy Commander Swanson

to the effect that, uh... (chuckles)

we got a shot at the first
monthly decrease in crime citywide

-in the last 22 months.
-(cheering, clapping)

The note, here is, "Congrats! Keep it up!

-MAN: Alright!
-"At least till the end of the month."

-(laughter)
-(indistinct chattering)

Item 11: look, during the last two days,

kids from St. Thaddeus Parish
have been collecting cans

so that they can go to camp.

They've been getting a lot
of flak from the bums,

the winos over on Duke Street.

St. Thaddeus happens to be my parish,
and well, if those patrolling the area

just keep your eye out for incidents,
I'd appreciate it.

Okay, that's it.
That's the last item. Let's roll.

Oh, um, while you're leaving,

just one thing I want to remind you of.

Maybe some of you don't know it,

but victims' aid's been running
a skeleton crew downtown

on voluntary contributions.

Um, Mrs. Furillo has asked me
to remind you

that a collection box has been
set up by the main entrance.

It's completely up to the individual.
Okay, let's go. That's it.

(indistinct chattering)

Goldblume! It never fails.

Can you direct us to this Goldblume?

You got him.
You guys with the Cleansing Fire?

-That's correct.
-This the Cleansing Fire, Henry?

-Ooh, hi. Looking big.
-(laughs) Hi, guys!

You got permits that will cover
your intended activities?

-Of course.
-This doesn't give your exact route.

Which way
do you intend turning on Madison?

Right, obviously.
Harmon Albrighton's birthplace

-is on Browning.
-It's too crowded during midday traffic.

You're gonna have to go
left to Exposition,

-then you can cut across to Browning.
-We did not come here

-to march up and down alleys.
-Look, it must be obvious

you're not gonna be welcome
in this minority neighborhood.

Since I'm responsible for your safety,
I pick the route,

unless you'd care to call it off.

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Goldblume?

What I would like, Mr. Edsel,

is to get through today without incident.

You march, make your speech, that's it.

-Understood?
-We have no desire to stir up

or incite the street rabble,
if that's what you mean.

We convene at 10:30 at the parade route.

Agreed.

(indistinct conversations)

You know, sir,

theirs is a higher grade
of cotton than ours.

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

-Armed robbery in progress.
-(sirens whooping)

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

(theme music playing)

DISPATCHER: Robbery in progress.
Catchmeer's Pharmacy,

corner of Garrison and Liberty Heights,

male suspect,
no further description, believed armed.

-(upbeat music playing)
-(sirens wailing)

(tires screech)

RENKO: What the hell is going on
this A.M.?

All these skels out here
robbing each other

-like there ain't no tomorrow.
-He just took off. He went up the alley.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

(man grunting)

Hold it right there! Drop it!

Stay back!

-Let me fix!
-(shouts)

Let me drink!
Will you let me drink it, man?

-(grunts)
-(panting)

There's nothing on the streets.

I'm dying. Please help me.

-Get him up.
-Help me, please?

-RENKO: Get his man up.
-MAN: Please, help me.

-Man, look, it's a victimless crime!
-What in the hell

is going on around here?
Would you come and sit down here, boy?

-I need a fix, man.
-Sit him in this chair, Renko.

Come sit down here
before I knock your head off.

-Sit down here.
-(man sits heavily on chair)

Captain, we're up 300%
on robberies and burgs

-and double on assaults.
-Drug panic?

Somebody must have missed a shipment.

-Get me Briscoe, would you, Stan?
-Right, Captain.

How you doing, darling?
Bobby Hill in today?

Would you be gracious enough to tell him
that his daddy would like to see him?

-RENKO: Van, Vann, Valdez, Weissman--
-Officer, your daddy's here.

-I have nothing to say to him.
-Just go and talk to him, pal.

Don't put her in the middle of this, okay?

-Officer?
-Okay?

-All right, thanks.
-(Renko speaks indistinctly)

Would you tell the inspector, please,

I'll need overline authorizations
on overtime?

Mm-hmm.

Four units 4:00 to 12:00,
four units midnights,

and if we could get forthwith assistance
from the Ferry or Farmingdale.

Mm-hmm. Yeah, right. Thanks.

Captain?

Counselor.

I thought you were on trial
with Sims and Canetti.

Break in jury selection.

Frank, you people are wasting
$40,000 of the state's dollars.

Why is that?

Isn't that what a felony trial costs?

"People vs. Arthur Sims,"
who unfortunately bought his smack one day

from a drug kingpin?

Will your client testify against Canetti?

-No, he can't.
-Then no deals.

You're pretty high and mighty on this one.

I've got a client with a one-page sheet
who's willing to plead and do a year

and you're acting like
he's John Dillinger.

He wasn't purchasing
for personal consumption.

-That was resale weight.
-Come on, Frank.

You don't give a damn
what Arthur Sims did.

You're just afraid you'll lose Canetti
if you plead the guy he sold to.

That's not a crime.

No, it's just damn unfair.

So I started having these spells,
and I got so tired, I could hardly move.

Now, you know, as stubborn as I am,
I don't want to go and see no doctor,

but your Aunt Feeny insisted.

Ain't no easy way to say this, Bobby.

Doc says I'm dying.

How long have you known?

A month or so.

Well, why didn't you call me?
I would have come down.

I'm ailing. I ain't dead.

And besides,
the way we left it last time--

I would have come down.

Bobby, I know how hard
they're working you.

Look, um, you know,
I don't have much room in my place, but--

I didn't come here to be no bother.

I checked in at the Cumberland.

But I want you to know before I left home,
I settled with your Aunt Feeny.

I paid her every cent
of that $400 that I owed her.

But the hotel wants $100 advance.

And you want me to loan you the money.

On account of things a little tight now.

You know how I hate asking you.

Who's your doctor, Reggie?

Now don't go bothering the man.

-What's your doctor's name?
-I went to this clinic.

There must have been four or five doctors,
all kind of people staring down at me.

Have no time for me to get nobody's name.

Is it the Edge Hill Clinic?

Yeah, that's it,
but they ain't gonna tell you no more

than I done already told you,
Bobby, it's my heart

and it ain't gonna last long now.

I got to get to work.
I'll call you later at the Cumberland.

Listen, Bobby, now I know
how busy you've been.

I was just hoping that we
could spend a little time.

See, we never did take the time
just to be together

and just to talk.

COFFEY: We're on regular motor patrol.

At about 10:45, I saw
defendant Canetti's Cadillac Seville

-illegally parked at a pump.
-Pump?

Hydrant! Hydrant.

Um... as we approached the car,
I was looking through the window,

and I saw money change hands

from defendant Sims to old man Canetti,

and then white powder from
defendant Canetti to Sims.

Good. Good.
They're still picking the jury.

Yeah, I don't think it should
take much longer.

Uh, Tony, I'll see you in the courtroom?

Excuse me, Captain. Channing O'Dwyer.

I represent Tony Canetti.

This is one of his associates,
Charles Corso.

-What is it?
-Uh?

We feel a very hard position
is being taken

against my client.

What do we have here, Captain?

We have a 62-year-old man,

only two arrests in the past 30 years.

He's wielded a great influence

-in his community.
-Hmm,

as the prime purveyor of hard drugs

from 117th Street to 124th.

If he's such a prime purveyor,
what's he dealing half an ounce for?

That's a whole other question concerning
Mr. Canetti's possible senility.

Now, may I ask you a very private
and confidential question, Captain?

You can ask.

Are you having difficulties
on your streets?

What do you mean?

I hear the rumor
the streets are all dried up,

that there's a heroin panic going on.

I thought that you'd be the man to ask.

Are you suggesting Canetti's
cut off the drug supply?

Mr. Canetti involved with drugs? No way.

Tony Canetti wants federal correction.

Is that too much to ask?

He'll cop to an "E" sale.
That's 24 months.

-And he'd like to do it in Danbury.
-I repeat.

Are you telling me Canetti's
cut off the drug supply?

All I'm saying, Captain,

is that he's very
influential in his community.

Mr. O'Dwyer, Mr. Corso,

I'm taking what you're telling me
as blackmail.

And that means there's no chance
Tony Canetti gets a deal.

None.

-Lillia Montro, ninth at Hialeah. Got it.
-(man speaking indistinctly)

And Blushful Bride, also ninth at Hialeah.

To win? Yeah, I got it. Okay.

BELKER: Fourth race, won't worry,
I got it. Honest, I got it all down.

-How you doing, kid?
-Huh?

-You developing a taste for this?
-Yeah, I think I am.

How about I give you a little pop quiz?

Suppose we're raided. The cops come in.

What do you do?

I get arrested.

Before that!

What do you do with all these slips, huh?

You eat them, right?

Of course!

You eat these,

and you're gonna be eating
chemically processed paper,

filled with poison.

Now I'm gonna show you something.

From now on, you use these.

Rice paper from Chinatown.

No preservatives, organically pure.

Look, I take care of my people.

Now you get rid of these.

Hey, Myron, the Nazis are coming.

What? I thought they weren't gonna.

The newspaper said that
they wouldn't get a permit.

It just came on the radio.
They're marching down Cumberland,

and they're gonna be demonstrating
over on Browning street.

Yeah? Not a chance.

Nazis are not gonna come
parading around here in my neighborhood.

I think I'm going over there on my lunch.

I think we're gonna
go over to Diparma's Grocery

and ask him for fruit and vegetables

and for whatever he's
got there that's rotten.

Called the Edge Hill
and every other clinic in Roanoke,

and there were no records
of a Reginald Hill.

I even checked with Medicare.
There was nothing.

Well, I don't mean to stick
my beak into it, partner,

but I think you're walking
into a major mistake.

Mistake?

Renko, the man has lied to me
about his own death.

(laughs) Don't you think
you ought to confront him,

maybe talk to him about it?

He'll just say he's sorry
and act real meek,

maybe get his eyes all watered
up to make me feel guilty,

and then he'll hit me up
for some more money.

Hey, you guys ain't got time to eat that.

-What?
-You're needed on the street.

The PBA guarantees me a hot meal.

We done our part.
Read him the count, partner.

Seven robberies and assault before noon.

Tip of the iceberg.

Price of smack's up 500%,
that's if you can even find the stuff.

We just pulled a kid out of a dumpster,
shot up Epsom Salts.

MAN: Bus table 19, please.

How long you think your heart
can keep pumping that sludge?

Oh, it just so happens
that Margo's special meatloaf

is an oasis of culinary pleasure

in these otherwise
desiccated surroundings.

Don't you care about your body?

Well, at the risk
of a dreadful macho cliché,

I invite you to strike the walls
of my lateral abdominals.

(scoffs) That means nothing.

-It's what's inside that counts.
-(chuckles)

All right, I know,
maybe I'm a little soft,

but my tubes are clean.

You know, a man gets to be your age,

you better start eating defensively.

Or one day, a chunk of that meatloaf there

is gonna get stuck in your plumbing.

You vapor lock,

we're all in our dress uniforms
when they fire the salute.

Oh, the hell with it. Mmm! (sighs)

All right. What do you got, Sid?

Corso's doing it out of loyalty
to old man Canetti.

Keep pressure on the D.A. to plead him.

I'm touched, but I ain't buying.

Hey, the man knows without smack,
you guys can't keep a lid on things.

Oh, come on!
The stuff's scarce for 48 hours,

five or six greedy players
shoot each other up,

and Canetti's history.

Less than 48 hours.
There's some grief coming, Norm.

From who?

From a discontented party.

First, me and you got to talk expenses.

Would you, uh, step into my boudoir?

(laughs)

Sharp.

Norman, I need 300 beans.

Whoa, I don't believe you, Sid.

Hey, look, I'm paying dependents
out of my own pocket.

Come on, at least make it a deuce.

-I lose, but I can live with it.
-Yeah, here, try this.

50 bucks? Oh, boy, you sure I'm worth it?

(honks horn)

The lady wasn't wrong.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T, find out
what it means to me, Norman.

Plus, I don't bust your parole

for a certain torch job
I heard about last week.

All right? End of discussion.

What kind of defamation is this?
Torch job.

Come on, Sid!
I've been keeping a ledger on you.

You torched a jewelry store.

And how'd you get these wheels? Huh?
In fact, give me this, huh?

-Pull out. You're going in.
-Oh, no. Come on.

You got something
to work off here, sweetheart,

or you're back in the joint
keeping house for King Kong.

Let's go pick out
an apron for you, come on.

No, no no. All right, look.

I was wrong about your generosity spirit.

My mistake, okay?

(sighs) All right, let's hear something.

There's a second lieutenant
of Canetti's in the picture.

-Who?
-Bobby Stellini.

I know him from my old soda days.

This individual's writing the book,

"The World as I See it Through My Nose."
But he's still pretty connected.

I don't know,
he's ticked off at Corso or something.

He's thinking maybe this is his shot.

To ace Fat Chuck?

Nothing's happening on the streets.

Think about what's piling up somewhere.

Norman, the natural order
has been disrupted.

Now stay with me, come on, up here.

And don't touch anything,
all right? Here we go.

I'm here to see
Sergeant Stanley Jablonski.

-What's going on around here today, girl?
-We can't process.

Not until the bus
takes this load to midtown.

Father, what are you doing here?

-What are these, your bodyguards?
-Stanley, we got to take action!

It's this guy we contracted

-to buy up the aluminum cans.
-Yeah?

-Sleazeball's cheating our kids.
-Tell him about the dog, Father.

-What's he doing?
-He's claiming 15 cans to the pound.

Imagine that kind of lowlife tube steak
doing a thing like that?

On a project we've all worked so hard on,
you, me, the kids.

We weighed them, 10 to 12 cans in a pound.

-You know how hard it is to find the guy.
-Yeah.

-Now he's exploiting the situation.
-It's just a question

of how many cans in a pound?

Can't you make some kind of compromise?

The man's entirely unreasonable.
He says our kids are cheating him.

Says he can pay them what he wants.

Then he ducks in his shack
and locks the door.

Tell him about the dog.

FATHER: Oh, yeah. He sicced
his police dog on me.

I don't know what to tell you, Father.

It's not exactly some kind of
heavy crime's been committed here.

Oh, come on, Stanley!

Larceny by fraud?

Canine assault?

I've already talked to a cop about it.

Said it wasn't worth his time.

Who told you that?

I forget his name,
but believe me, I wouldn't be down here

if you weren't our last resort.

Can we count on you?

Okay, okay, I'll send somebody out.

Uh, Daugherty, Kirby.

What's this guy's name?
Where can we find him?

Bum's name is Glynn.

Two hours have passed.
We've had 18 more robberies.

I'm trying to protect
a fascist march and demonstration

with six men,

and you people don't have
the courtesy to return my calls.

-Please do. Thank you.
-(knocking)

Corso's in interrogation.

Now, what's the shot?

My attorney's on trial with my colleague

while you're pulling this end run.

I want you on notice, Mr. Corso.

Your statements to me
in court this morning

came that close to making
a conspiracy case against you.

Oh, yeah? Conspiracy to what?

-Obey the law?
-Obstruct justice, distribute narcotics.

Captain, you got a case, you bust me.
Otherwise, I don't scare.

I know what cop houses look like.

I don't scare either, Mr. Corso.

Then why do I get this feeling

that you're squeezing my stones
to get me to unplug the tap?

Well, you're a cop.
You're supposed to be congratulating me,

give me one of those
drug-prevention awards.

-It won't work, Chuck.
-Why? What's that?

You can't afford it.

Right now, people are planning
moves on Canetti's territory.

Oh, gee. (scoffs)
Like that's something new.

They ain't got the product.

They'll go after the product,

and I'll be cleaning up a drug war.

Hey, look, now I agree

that we got a common interest
in keeping the peace.

So lighten up on the old man.

Let him do his time
in federal with his pals,

and let's put things back to normal.

Let him go, Henry.

What is it!?

You ain't getting your picture
in the paper enough?

Now you're the guy that denies
a 62-year-old diabetic

the right to do his bid among friends?

Captain.

How's the trial going?

Typical. It's bogged down.

This was a good bust Lucy and I made.

I know that.

This is just one guy's opinion,
but when a cop does make

a good bust of a heavy guy,
I just hope you back us up on it.

They talking about
a plea bargain downtown?

There's a lot of rumors,
mostly from O'Dwyer.

It's not happening, not on Tony Canetti.

Thanks, I'm glad to hear that.

Lieutenant, got a call on a situation

at the Martin Luther King
Emergency Facility.

Armed assailants in the treatment room.

Sector-B units and units
from the Heights are on the scene.

Captain.

Listen, I got a snitch says
Canetti's second lieutenant,

a guy named Stellini, is planning a move.

What kind of move?

He don't know exactly,
but figure on Corso.

Bring him in.

-(siren wailing)
-MAN: Keep the crowd back.

(tires screech)

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Lieutenant Hunter, I'm in charge here.
You have anyone injured in there?

No. No, they let us go
as soon as they got the drugs.

Do you have any personnel
or patients that are remaining in there?

No, just those boys.

Those assailants are juveniles?

Kids! They're desperate.
You better try and get to them.

They're injecting straight Demerol.

They won't be alive much longer.

YOUNG MAN: I'm not armed!

Don't shoot me!

Please don't shoot! Don't hurt me!

Don't hurt me!

I think he's dead.

Get a doctor! This guy's dying!

MAN: Clear out!

YOUNG MAN: Hey, let go of me! Turn loose!

(shouting)

(siren wails)

MAN: Move out. Come on, move them out!

The vision of Harmon Albrighton

lies deep within the breast of millions.

And one day,
the world will bow down in fealty.

Watch the old man.
Maybe you'll learn something.

Myron, they want a confrontation.
We shouldn't give it to them now.

-Will you listen to that filth?
-I know. Just don't do anything yet.

-Hold off. Don't do anything now.
-Here, take a potato.

Potatoes are too hard, Myron.

All right, here, so take a muskmelon then.

MAN: A man of diminished brain capacity
cannot make a single wise decision.

Nor will an act of heroism
ever come from their ranks.

(laughs) Love your hat, man!

(shouting)

Here's your proof, you...

(all shouting)

(sirens wail)

-Mick, what are you doing?
-Don't blow my cover.

All right, fellas, that's enough.
That's enough.

(all shouting)

(statue shattering)

Let go of him!

Captain? Assistant D.A. Bernstein.

Who's putting pressure?

No, no one's come through me.

Look, if no weakness
in the case has developed,

I say nail the sucker.

Uh, hold it.
Briscoe's walking in the door.

Call you back.

-Captain?
-Inspector, my office.

Sergeant, they're bringing in your guy.

I want to talk to him.

Bobby Stellini, possession
of controlled substance,

to wit, cocaine.

Who's in charge here? You?

I'm Sergeant Jablonski.

22 years, I buy scrap metal.

Never a problem until this maniac priest--

Watch the name-calling.

Guy comes in yelling and screaming,

terrifies my wife.

He's a maniac. I don't care he's a priest.

Father says you're undervaluing
the price of them cans.

-Undervaluing?
-Yeah.

Listen, mister. I'm showing you something.

Here's how kids pick up cans.

Always get dirt in them,
so they're heavier.

So you're making a big production
out of a little dirt?

Why should I pay for dirt?

He says that you sicced your dog on him.

Sure! He was trespassing.

I tried explaining my pricing schedule.

He's screaming and hollering.

Did he tell you he stole
ten bucks out of my cash box?

-Father stole money from you?
-What do you call it? I got witnesses.

And believe me, I am counter-charging.

-Let me think here a minute.
-What's to think about?

-You busted me. Bust him.
-Look, I'm not gonna bust him.

Oh, hell of a justice system.

You bust an old scrap dealer.
You won't bust a priest.

-WOMAN: What do we do with him?
-Hold him.

-Let me settle this out here.
-FURILLO: What's going on, Warren?

I've got a drug panic,
and I can't get a phone call returned.

There's a school of thinking downtown

that holds you responsible
for that panic, Captain.

Oh? Is that why people
have been going behind my back

to pressure the D.A. on Canetti?

What happened to captain's prerogative?

No one's questioning
your prerogative, Captain, yet.

But, Frank, uh,
are we using good judgment?

How's that?

Look, Canetti will settle
for a couple years off max

in federal housing.

When you balance that

against your first down crime
monthlies in two years--

-What's that got to do--
-We're about to blow

any possible favorable news story or two

on this one damn crime wave.

-That's what it's got to do with it.
-Oh, that's great, Warren.

That's just brilliant.

You know where that puts the department?

In the same cage
with the Canetti's of the world.

Dope makes the world go round.

Dope makes the department look good!

You know, I never figured you
to be simple-minded, Furillo.

So I'm gonna interpret this
as a political ploy.

Like the white suit.

The streets are nuts,
but Furillo, he stands tall,

even against the cynics
in his own department.

You're not gonna get that ploy, Frank.
Not this time.

Because you will make
that phone call to the D.A.

that tells him to cop that plea,
you understand that?

-You're making me eat dirt. I won't.
-That's an order, Captain.

Captain, Buntz has got
this Canetti lieutenant

in interrogation.

Lieutenant, read my lips.

I did not create this situation.
You understand?

I'm just riding it out,
just like you people, alright?

Which leaves you where,
vis-à-vis old man Canetti?

Where?

Well, where the old man gets busted
dealing half a lid of smack on the street.

Now, is that the product
of logical thinking to you, huh?

Does that sound like
a man with $11 million?

Little soft in the noggin, huh, Bobby?

(scoffs) Soft?

Soft? The man collects string in a drawer.

He's saving pounds of newspaper
in his closet.

Last week, he goes down,
he puts in an application

at a fast-food restaurant
for a job $3.25 an hour.

Corso nearly has a heart attack.

I got to send somebody down,
withdraw the application.

Mr. Stellini was allowing as

how the onset of Mr. Canetti's senility

has strained his relations with his boss.

Maybe we can help you.

(scoffs) How's that?

Give us Canetti's stash.

Has to be socked away
someplace. Give it to us.

Tie it to Canetti and Corso.

Would that be in line with your ambitions?

Well, then what?
Me and you have a good relationship, huh?

We're never gonna have
a good relationship, Bobby.

But if you testify with immunity,

it would be as if
we shut our eyes and count to ten.

You'll peek. You call my lawyer.

I don't know about your boss, Stellini,
but you're fairly stupid yourself.

You're a drug dealer
making plans to be a bigger drug dealer.

I see no reason not to go for you now.

Except for your man here
totally rousted me.

Well, now, it'd be my word
against yours, huh, Roberto?

Call your lawyer.

-How was the arrest?
-They ask, I lie. Who's kidding who?

I don't want him in here.
I want him out. I want him followed.

You think he goes after Corso?

I don't know where he goes, but he's high.
He'll make some kind of move.

It's Canetti's stash.
I don't think he knows where it's at.

Maybe he'll find out.
Send Washington and LaRue.

MAN: Assistant D.A. Ueker, line two.

Captain says it's bill of rights day.

(indistinct chatter)

Gambling, possession
of gaming instruments,

-disorderly conduct.
-Did you see this message for you?

Thank you.

Trouble, huh?

Go. I'll take it.

Bobby! Hey, bobby!

MAN: Internal Affairs division.
That's on the second floor.

I tried phoning you a couple times, son,

but you must have been busy.

-I want to explain something to you.
-I called the clinic, Reggie.

They never even saw you.

They told you that?

Why would they want
to tell you a lie like that?

-Maybe to protect my confidentiality?
-You're the one that's lying, Reggie.

And it's tired! And it's depressing!

So just get on out of here now.

All right, I told you about that clinic

maybe because you wouldn't believe me.

-But I know what I feel--
-I don't want to hear it, Reggie.

Listen,
I wish you wouldn't call me Reggie.

You know, son,

there's some things that we
got to be talking about,

and it gets more important now.

So why is the first thing
you talk about is money?

And what I want to talk about
is you ain't dying.

Okay, maybe I'm all right.

Maybe I'll live long enough to bury you.

But the point is, Bobby,
I really been wanting to see you, son.

Now you see me.

Bobby, give me a chance.

MAN: Partial I.D. on the vehicle.

What do you want to say to me?

Don't hate me, Bobby.

What else?

What else?

Maybe I shouldn't have come here at all.

Maybe you're right.

You still at the Cumberland?

I don't think it ain't

got to be no more worry
of yours now, Bobby.

I'll pick you up tonight,
take you to the bus.

(indistinct conversations)

(siren wails)

Mick?

I'm okay. Everything's okay.

- What happened?
-It's nothing.

It's run-of-the-mill
lacerations and contusions.

You promised you were gonna
ride a desk, didn't you?

I couldn't. And anyway, I never said that.

No, you broke a promise.

No, I promised I'd be careful.

I, uh...

-I couldn't help it if some idiot--
-A promise is a promise.

No, don't start, okay?

I tell you what, if you're not
gonna do it, I'm gonna do it.

-Do what?
-I'm gonna call your captain.

-You're what?
-I'm gonna call your captain

and I'm gonna tell him
to get you off the street. That's all.

Mick, if you do,

I don't see how things
are ever gonna work out.

You're pregnant!

And what did the doctor tell you?

That I'm supposed to stay calm.
And you're not helping.

And on the average day,

I don't have any more physical
activity than anyone else.

-You don't want to have this baby, do you?
-Don't you ever say that!

NEAL: Maybe he's going home to mama
for a spaghetti dinner.

Not a chance.
All the snort he's been doing,

he won't eat for a week.

-NEAL: Ooh.
LARUE: When you got it, baby, flaunt it.

NEAL: Unit 4011, we have suspect
Stellini approaching premises,

possible narcotics location:
700 block, North Carlin.

Advise units to approach silent.

It's me, Stellini.

NEAL: Don't look to me
like Stellini's expected.

That's it. That's probable cause.

(engine turns over)

(tires screech)

(gunshot)

-Freeze!
-Drop it!

-Come on down here.
-(groans)

-Hit the car!
-(groans)

-Neal, it's in there. We got it.
-(groans)

Hey, hold it, J.D. Hold it!
Don't go in there, man.

-There may be an army in there!
-MAN: Who's there?

Police! Throw your weapon
through the door.

Where did you come from?

Where's your shield?

All right, here.

What are you, crazy?

-That guy tried to rob me!
-(LaRue speaks indistinctly)

Let me get my permit!

Oh, my! Look at this.

Huh? This is it, Neal. This is it.

I can smell it. It's Canetti's stash.

Yeah, it's here. Get Furillo down here.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

-J.D., stop it.
-What's up?

-Don't you listen to your radio?
-The guy's a--

The owner of these premises
owns a security service.

-Yeah, that figures.
-Guy's got nothing to do with Canetti!

-But Stellini--
-Stellini broke into the wrong house.

He must have got the wrong address!

Oh, man.

Six-figure lawsuit time, babe.

-Hm.
-(exhales)

My client, Mr. Koch's house
and hearth have been trampled,

his freedoms taken by your jackbooters.

We demand release,
or I'm bringing habeas corpus

-within the hour.
-It's being reviewed right now, Counselor.

It was the Jew's fault.

We were patient with his bungling,

but now we demand satisfaction.

I hope your parade
was satisfactory, Mr. Edsel.

He did nothing to restrain the mob.

Then riffraff vandalized our van.

We hold the Jew accountable, Captain.

If you have a criminal complaint,
see Sergeant Jablonski. Excuse me.

Custodians of law and order.

Jews, now Italians and Slavics.

-MAN: Alright, hang on.
-(telephone rings)

Norman, I want Koch held.
Check his weapons for legal registration.

-The man's got paper, Captain.
-Then review it again.

Review it three times.

If we have any shot at Canetti's stash,

we're gonna have to keep
this incident quiet.

Otherwise, we're dead. It's gone.

Address slipped from Stellini's pockets,
right where he went.

He must have written something down wrong.

Check the street address
for all possible variations:

north, south, numbers inverted.

Check them against Canetti associates.

How's Stellini?
He should be out of surgery right now.

Bates and Coffey are down there.

Edsel come in to thank us
for doing our best to protect him?

No.

Yeah. Yeah, registrations.

You know, that Furillo's
got some equipment.

What sort of equipment?

Yeah, yeah, listen,
I got to run some numbers.

So I want to run them again.
All right, pal?

I'm saying that the man's
showing me something, all right?

What's he showing you?

Lieutenants.

-Inspector Briscoe.
-Inspector.

Where's the plea on Canetti?

You want headlines.
I'm trying to get them for you.

-Where's the plea?
-Bernstein's adjourned till tomorrow.

There's nothing to be
entered till morning.

-Now would you please let me do my job?
-Your job is to obey orders, Furillo.

Honest now, you don't really care
what the story's about

as long as it's hearts and flowers.
I can get it for you, Warren.

I have a shot at Canetti's drugs.

Or would you rather I not look so good?

Would you rather
the headlines came elsewhere?

Don't say that, Frank.

Don't make me smaller than I am.

Nor you me.

Excuse. Coffey called.
Stellini just gave us somebody.

The address checks. It's 1759, not 759.

Let's get a warrant.

Okay, gentlemen.

Now, you both agree you're gonna
abide by these findings.

Give me the basket.

Basket weighs half a pound.

Now you're gonna see.

Three.

Seven.

Eleven.

-Thirteen, maybe fourteen.
-Thirteen?

I told you he was underpricing those kids.

There's 14 cans in there. You're crazy.

Who you calling crazy?

You! Shouldn't be allowed
nowhere near those kids.

Who knows what he's doing to them.

What's that? What's that?

JABLONSKI: Hey, hey, hey! That's enough!

(shouting)

-Father, that's enough!
-Let me at him!

Come on over here. Come on.

You're disgrace to the clergy.

JABLONSKI: Get him out of here.

I don't know what's happening anymore.

Sit down.

What's the matter with me, Stanley?

I was just about to ask you
the same question.

It's the injustice.

I'm so out of control.

Sometimes I get so angry!

Yeah, I don't know
about injustice, Father.

All I know is you just tried to hit a guy.

(sighs)

Where's the justice in that?

The point is... the point is those kids.

We're trying to get them
out of a violent life

into a more productive life.

And you go around street brawling.

You're right, Stanley.
You're absolutely right.

Sometimes I think I ought
to put down the collar

and go to Poland or Central America,

where I can take up arms.

Plenty of soldiers, Father.

What there's a shortage of
is good parish priests.

Sure there's a shortage,
if you leave off guys like me,

who really aren't fit to wear the collar.

Hey, what am I hearing here?

I assaulted a man. I ought to be arrested.

Well, I'm not gonna bust you.

-Supposing he presses charges?
-He's not gonna press charges.

We're gonna work it out.

Now, Father, why don't you apologize?

Reimburse him, maybe,
for the ten bucks you took.

And maybe we can get him
back on board, hmm?

No Hail Marys or penance?

I'm a cop.

I don't give advice
of no spiritual nature.

-They gonna arrest him, father?
-Quiet now!

Ah, Mr. Glynn, the father
has something he wants to say.

Go on.

Even a spiritual man
can be bested by passion.

I'm not tearing up this complaint,
if that's what you're driving at.

Mr. Glynn, if we lock up the father,
all the good he's done for these kids,

-that will go down the drain.
-You were there.

You saw what he did.

All I'm saying is,

you get your truck,
and you pick up the cans.

-Like before.
-And you get 14 cans per pound.

-Fifteen.
-Fifteen if there's a little dirt,

13 if they're total empties.

The main thing is that
we get these kids to camp.

That's priority number one.

And you and me, we don't have
no more dealings.

That's in the past.

You have my word as a man of God.

And you kids,
you watch out for the dirt, okay?

That way, you'll get a better price, okay?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Where's my ten bucks?
-Oh...

Neal, J.D., Coffey, let's go.

Sarge, will you handle that?

Okay, Lieutenant.

We're getting the runaround,
and we're filing our writ now.

Attorney Richards,
let's be realists, okay?

A situation has developed here
that we don't want you to blow

with your fat mouth
and all your writs, okay?

Now, if I was you,

I'd consider that your man
got caught with 80 guns,

which I will personally
keep on checking out

till the year 1992

if we don't see just a little
cooperation around here, okay?

And no more writs, for three,
maybe four, hours. Huh?

Freeze! Police!

-Up, up, come on!
-Alright, freeze!

-(toilet flushes)
-Let's go. Nobody move.

You, right there, hold it!

MAN: All right, don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Hey, Harry! Harry, cool it.

You're gonna jam up the plumbing here.

Stop it! That's enough!

-This is all pure heroin?
-No, it's not!

All right, Harry.

You have the right to remain silent.

ANNOUNCER: Bus 81
now departing from gate 2A,

that's 2A, for Roanoke,
Virginia, and points east.

Say hi to auntie.

I will.

Bobby, you look better
without the mustache.

No more passengers.

What do you mean?
I got my ticket and everything.

Yeah, but I'm full.

Another bus will be here
in about an hour and a half, okay?

Now don't worry. You don't got to wait.

I guess that's goodbye then.

I guess so.

ANNOUNCER: Bus 59 Rom Omaha,
pick up your baggage...

(coughs)

You all right?

Oh, it's just this climate.

Listen, Bobby...

you take care of yourself.

You too, Dad.

Go on.

I don't mind waiting with you.

Oh, hush.

I'll just sit here and read this paper.

(sentimental music playing)

(moans)

-(sports anchor narrates game on TV)
-(indistinct conversations)

Now, you know what I'm gonna tell you,
but since you ain't gonna listen to me,

-I ain't gonna say it.
-Good. Don't.

But since you asked, I will. (exhales)

I think it is a disgrace,

you leaving an old, sick man
all alone in a bus station.

Renko, the man sees me as an easy mark.

He doesn't want to spend two hours with me
any more than I want to spend it with him.

And I told you, he is not sick.

Don't look so good to me.
Looks like he's lost weight to me.

He didn't look good to you?

Even if he lived to be 112 years old,

I'd say the same thing:
talk it out with the man.

We talked.

There's nothing more to say.

You're talking about something

-that you know absolutely nothing about.
-See, see?

You ask my opinion, then you stonewall me,

because I'm talking about
something I know nothing about.

I'll tell you one thing
I know something about.

He is your daddy,

and as much as you deny it,
you are his son.

And in many ways, you take after him.

He had absolutely nothing
to do with who I am.

Everything I am, I am in spite of him.

Which is precisely my point.

I can't.

You know, there are times
that I'm ashamed for you.

I'll see you later.

I want to particularly
praise the work of Officer Joseph Coffey,

who made the original
arrest on Mr. Canetti

and seized the drugs
in a subsequent incident.

This seizure constitutes
the largest in the state...

(clicks remote)

What about Arthur?

Thought we didn't plea-bargain at night.

What about Arthur Sims?

Canetti's finished. You've got him.

"A" misdemeanor possession
if it works out.

"B" misdemeanor

on account of the impossible time
you've given him

just because you wanted Canetti.

Your client possessed heroin.
That's a crime.

(gasps) No!

-I didn't know that.
-Mmm.

-(chuckles)
-Mmm.

"B" misdemeanor. I'll check with Irwin.

Oh, my hero.

-Ugh!
-Mmm.

-Frank?
-Hmm?

I borrowed some old,
gray flannels and brogues

so my client would have
something nice to wear.

Hmm, no deal till I get them back.

Don't worry. He hated them.

(both laugh)

ANNOUNCER:
Ten minutes till departure time.

Bus 61, New York City,
Boston, and Philadelphia.

-Excuse me. Bus to Roanoke?
-Gate 12.

-Did it leave yet?
-Check the board!

ANNOUNCER: Passengers for Springfield,

this is the last call for bus 18.

Local bus 23 is arriving...

Hey! Hey!

Dad!

Reggie Hill?

Reggie Hill on board?

Hey, you coming or staying?

Uh, bus to Roanoke?

Roanoke? Just left. Just missed it.

(dramatic music playing)

(theme music playing)