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(mumbling, groaning)

No, no, no.

Frank. Frank, it's all right.

Huh?

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

What is it?

Somebody was going on a trip,
I didn't want them to go.

Better not have been another woman.

It was my dad.

He was getting on a boat,
and I was upset he was leaving.

There was something
we were supposed to do together.

That's crazy.

My father never went anywhere
away from home in his whole life.

Maybe that's his dying.

Young Dr. Freud.

Come on, Furillo.

Last 15 minutes are the best.

No, I'm up.

Six-thirty?

Mm-hmm.

I wonder what we were supposed to do.

Oh.

-Thanks, Bobby.
-Yeah.

Hey, your guys' heater working?

Rub your motor.

Yeah, if I don't asphyxiate myself.

No way these leggings last until 3:00.

TINA: Well, you think third time's
a charm with this guy?

Where did you say you got those fishnets?

Ah, 21st Street shop.

I'm red.

MAN: Ooh, how 'bout a freebie, huh?

Hi.

Good morning.

Parking practice?

Yeah, right.

You got 15 minutes?

Fifteen minutes of what?

I don't know, uh, spend time with a jerk?

Now, mister,
I think you know why I'm out here.

You here for the same thing?

How much?

Why don't you pull around the corner?

-We'll talk about it there.
-All right.

Eleven-fifteen a.m.,
defective heating unit.

Sitting here with a wind chill factor
of God knows what.

How would you like to be
standing on the corner in a miniskirt?

Are you trying to make me feel guilty

-by thinking about somebody else's misery?
-No, no, no.

I'm just saying things could be worse.

Things are sufficiently bad.

I know.

Hi-ho.

A woman walking these streets,

she's usually working for Jimmy,
Jimmy Shields.

And now who might Jimmy Shields be?

Moi.

No kidding?

Listen, I got to hold the 100
before I get in the car.

Does this get me a half-and-half?

I'm a police officer, mister.

You're under arrest. Step out of the car.

TINA (on radio): This is Russo,
2201, I've got a collar.

Yeah, we'll pin a rose on you.

I'll steer your trade and protect you.

We split 60/40.

That's the way it works
on the corner of Dekker and Jefferson.

So is that a firm offer, Jimmy, huh?
You want me to trick for you?

You bet.

You're popped, get out of the car.

"Popped," what's that mean?

You're under arrest.
Get out of the car, come on.

Come on!

I can't--

Hands up on it.

-We were just rapping, sister.
-Yeah, right.

Two-two-oh-two.

BATES (on radio): Got a pick-up.

Way to go, Sarge.

Way to go, Lucille Bates,
now we can go inside.

There's no way you can cut me
some rhythm on this one, huh?

Afraid not.

You know, you got a familiar-looking face.

-Hey, where you going? Get back here!
-TINA: Hey!

What's he gonna do,
leave the $30,000 car here?

-TINA: Backup units, get over here--
-We'll call from the car, get in.

I tell you, the chick's got it all wrong.

It's just-- We were speaking
in the hypothetical.

Well, this is a hypothetical bust.

BOBBY: Renko, Renko!

-Let's go!
-I got him.

Shields, it's you and I
in the El Do, Jimmy, let's go.

Maybe if you'd pulled your piece
we wouldn't be chasing him.

-Yeah, right, soliciting bust?
-Yeah, right.

Give me a break.

I think I recognize this guy.

Get off the fence!

BOBBY: Hold it right there!

You're under arrest. Come on down.

Turn around.

He almost cleared a 12-foot fence.

There's a reason for that.

I recognize this guy.
You know who this guy is?

Yeah.

Best wide receiver I ever saw.

Put your hands behind your back.

Don't say a word, man.
We're sorry, you're a real fast runner.

Not fast enough.

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)

I must have seen you 20 times.

That catch in the championship game
against Pittsburgh.

Ninety-eight yards, man, were you flying.

Yeah, it was a great moment.

This guy is gonna have
a million dollar's worth of endorsements

go right down the tube.

Mr. Jackson, do you want your lawyer?

No, no, I don't want him involved in this.

Can I get a regular lawyer?

-You mean a public defender?
-Right.

Yeah, anything you want.

Hey, Russo,
any problem listing Jackson's pop

on the day sheet as a John Doe?

Okay with me.

Great, we'll keep it out of the press
for a while.

I gotta call my lawyer.

Well, first you get fingerprinted,
then you can call your lawyer.

But in the meantime let me tell you
about all the pleasure you have given me

on the TV set on Sundays.

Buddy, you're one kind of athlete,
I'll tell you that.

Yeah, it's been a great career.

RENKO: Picture, Jim.

See me afterwards, blood.

Jimmy fix you up with whatever you need.

BATES: Go!

Russo, let me hold a 330... (mutters)

Hey, I hear you put the arm
on Raymond Jackson.

Why would a guy like that
be out looking for a street hooker?

Athletes need human contact, too.

Okay... you sign here, Dr. Fenwick.

Detective Washington and me
will list the items on this form.

Let me just think
if they stole anything else.

You said, a watch, your ring,
and your wallet.

I'd like a minute to think if there was
anything else, Detective.

I just received
a traumatic blow to the head.

Just take your time, Doctor, okay?

On the other hand, Neal,
we both know that 80 percent

of stolen goods are recovered
within the first hour,

and we both know what happens
to that recovery curve

the longer the trail gets cold.

It's the ring that's most important.

It was a caduceus ring my wife gave me
when I graduated medical school.

That's the kind of specialty item
they unload quickest.

I guess that's it.

Anything else comes to mind,
this is a priority phone line.

You've got both my numbers.

Work and home.

Well, we better check out
those pawn shops, Neal.

Hmm, you wouldn't be planning on making
a slight detour, would you, lover?

You mean, to the police firing range,

check out a tiger who's maybe
gonna make us four grand?

It's possible, Neal.

You know, you never can tell
where stolen goods are gonna show up.

-Neal, J.D.
-Captain.

-Mick.
-Captain.

Uh, we may have a problem
with your bakery undercover.

Don't say that.

The baker's wife phoned,
she said her husband

checked into the hospital
with hypertension.

Captain, if I don't
get off this desk today,

Robin is going to go to jail for murder.

Look, I can document the extortion myself.

I tell the juice guys
I'm the baker's nephew.

Are you sure you're all right?
It's barely been two weeks.

I feel good.

Please.

All right, if the baker's wife agrees.

-Thank you.

-Take it easy, Mick.
-Nice and easy, Captain.

-Mick.
-Henry.

-Henry.
-Just heard back from Samoa.

Any good?

"No contact with Howard Hunter
since my arrival here 14 months ago.

Gravely concerned
by your news he is missing.

Please apprise of further developments,
Prunella Ashton-Wilkes."

Might be nice if they circulated
a picture of Howard from this decade.

Well, joining her in Samoa

was about the only thing
I could think of Howard's doing

where he might have felt he had
some reason not to contact us.

There's still the amnesia.

The recurrence from when he got
hit on the head last year.

-Right.
-I mean, a guy doesn't just

disappear into thin air.

Think he's dead?

Joe?

I-It's okay, mom is fine.

Um, my brother Joe,
Detective Henry Goldblume.

-How do you do?
-Good to meet you.

I don't have deposition
on Fernandez till 3:00,

I'm gonna check some emergency rooms,
put some more of these up.

Take Kolzicki.

Good to meet you.

(door closes)

Ah, how's Sophie?

She's good. She's real good. Joyce?

-Fine.
-Good.

What is it, Joe?

I'm all jammed up, Frank.

It's the business.

Well, it's winter, it couldn't have been
very good for construction.

Twenty-three days out of 50,
do you believe that?

We lost 23 days out of 50 to bad weather.

And just when I take a flier.

What do you mean?

I don't know if you remember,

when Papa passed, when you came home,

I told you I was low bid on a pod mall
down on Willington Street.

I thought you were very happy with that.

I went bare bones on my estimates.
I really wanted the work.

I-I gave low estimates on everything.

And to make it up...

I didn't buy a completion bond.

I took the money and I bought materials.

I took a chance.

Then...

Then nothing, nothing but snow.

How much is it going to cost?

I gotta pay $22,000
in lateness penalties by next Monday.

Now, Frank...

there's brothers and there's brothers.

I know what kind
of brothers we've been and...

I don't have any right to ask you this.

I'd like to help you out, Joe.

I am... right up against the wall.

I am maxed out with all the money people.

I said I want to help you.

Are you kidding?

Well, I ought to be able
to get it from the bank.

You mean it?

You ought to be able to get it?

Ah, I'll make a phone call.

I'm embarrassed.

I don't know what to say.

-It's okay.
-I don't know what to say.

It's okay, Joe, it's okay.

(gunshots)

What do you think?

He's got the talent.

You think he can take Cataldo?

That, I haven't decided yet.

Hear you formed another syndicate, LaRue.

Here we go, same old song.

LaRue ever tell you about that syndicate
he formed to back that comedian?

Hey, Big Hitler happened to be
a very funny dude, man.

When he was awake.

Narcoleptic comic.

You know, there's two kinds of people
in the world, Sterling.

There's guys like me
that try to make things happen,

and there's guys like you
who Monday morning quarterback.

Hey, hey, J.D., check out Cataldo.

Maybe we can learn something here.

Nice shooting.

Thanks.

You ever enter one of these things before?

Tell me about it.

Everybody's got something different.

Me, my secret is I just
center in on the target

and picture Charlie.

No kidding.

Yeah.

I picture his screaming,
tortured face as I blow him away.

I hear his death rattle
as I zero in on his mouth.

Bull's-eye.

Then I let loose.

I'm at one with the target,
just me and Charlie.

Who's Charlie,
is that some friend of yours?

Are you kidding me?

Yeah, maybe just a little.

Give the tired head games a rest, Cataldo.

Just enjoy watching me shoot.

Look at that.

Not bad.

What do you think, J.D.?

I think the kid's got it.

Tommy, come here.

Hey, J.D.

This year's model, LaRue?

Kid's got ice water in his veins.

So, how're you feeling?

Oh, man, did you see that, J.D.?

That old guy tried to psych me.

Yeah, but you showed him though,
didn't you, Tommy?

-Oh, yeah.
-Hey, I bet you wished

-the contest was right now.
-Oh, you got it.

Give me your wrist.

-What are you talking about?
-Humor me.

Your pulse is 150, Tommy, minimum.
You may not live till tonight.

You know, if you were this excited

the first time you got some,
you didn't get any.

Look, I'm telling you, LaRue,
I am gonna take this guy.

Good luck.

My syndicate ain't backing you.

Hey, that's your problem.

You guys are washed up, just like Cataldo.

I'd rather not bet, than back a loser.

Iron Mike.

What do you know, Buntz?

Tonight's the big night, huh, Mike?

Coming up for your annual moment of glory?

You entering this year?

Yeah, sure, Mike.

And then I'm going out
and getting my other seven merit badges.

You know,
I'm almost eligible for Eagle Scout.

Would you mind stepping back?

Let's see what you got.

No, no, no, you see,

I don't do this
to show you what I got, Mike.

I do this 'cause I'm a cop,
and I want to keep my eye.

Nice shooting.

Well, thanks, Mike.

You got any gold stars?

Man can shoot.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, boy.

Are you all right?

Oh, I had a little accident
a couple weeks ago,

the stitches still bother me sometime.

Now, Mrs. Lasculi,

when this man comes in,

if he's the same one
that threatened your husband,

I want you to give me
a little pinch right here, okay?

You want me to pinch you?

Give me a little pinch, see,
'cause if it's the same guy

I'm not gonna give him the money,
I'm gonna make him bring his boss,

'cause we want to make sure we get
all the evidence we can on everyone

before we make our arrests.

Oh, look what my Dom got me into.

The man's not just weak
in his circular system,

he's weak in his will.

Once I got him to go
to Gambler's Anonymous,

he came home drunk.

How long's he been involved with shylocks?

Oh, I'm not sure.

He's afraid to tell me.

God love him, if I would have known
how deep he was getting in,

I would have sent him
to the hospital myself.

Take a look out on the street,
Mrs. Lasculi.

Morning.

Mr. Lasculi.

MICK: Ah, Mr. Lasculi ain't here.

Then who are you?

I'm Mr. Lasculi's nephew.

Okay, Auntie, I understand.

Yeah, but you're in charge here, right?

Are you aware your uncle
has a loan payment due?

-No.
-(sighs)

Ma'am, are you aware of this loan?

Leave me alone. I'm a helpless woman.

Hey, listen,
I'm supposed to pick up $2,000 here.

Mr. Lasculi understood,
it was supposed to be here 10 o'clock.

Now I gotta come back here with my boss,
and that makes me look bad.

My husband's in the hospital.
This boy's just filling in.

Yes, any messages you got,
I'm happy to take them.

Yeah, great, give him this.

Four o'clock.

I'll be back here with my boss.

You'd better have the two bones.

(bell jingles)

Uh, Hill, this John Doe
that you have on your day sheet,

that wouldn't happen to be
Raymond Jackson, would it?

What makes you say that?

Well, that's Jackson's wife.

-Interrogation room's off limits.
-Uh-uh.

It's for attorney-client conferences only.

I just saw my husband going back there.
He wants me in there with him.

It's not up to me,
I'm just telling you the rules.

If it's not up to you,
why don't you get the hell out of my way?

Ma'am, ma'am, just take it easy.

MAN: Tonya!

Ugh, they arrested Raymond.

Ma'am, would you stop
putting a hole through my foot?

Tonya, I don't want to be defending
two Jackson's today.

-Thank you.
-Sergeant.

JOYCE: Mr. Jackson,
I'll do whatever you instruct.

But I'd think a person in your position

to plead guilty to a charge
to sexual solicitation

would mean considerable consequences.

I just want to get it over with.

And I don't want to get them involved.

Get who involved?

My lawyer,

everyone else,

my wife.

MAN: Ray.

I'm Arnold Resnick.
I'm Mr. Jackson's attorney.

Look, I'm gonna plead
guilty on this, Arnie.

Sorry I let everyone down.

Let's you and I discuss
what we're gonna do, okay?

Look, man, I blew it.
I propositioned an officer.

There's no way
to sweep this under the rug.

Ray, you're under
a lot of pressure right now.

Would you excuse us?

I haven't heard Mr. Jackson
say he wants to change attorneys.

Look... (clears throat)
no offense intended,

but I have represented
the Jackson's for six years.

I think you can see the man
is overwrought.

-(bangs table)
-Don't talk about me like I'm not here.

Mr. Jackson, would you like
Mr. Resnick to represent you?

I want this over with.

Ray, you want it over,
we'll take care of it.

But there are ways
and ways of pleading guilty.

For God's sakes, don't throw
your whole life out, and Tonya's.

Maybe you should represent me.

Were you in with Raymond?
Is he all right? I'm his wife.

-He's all right.
-(sighs)

Why did he do it?
Did he say what was wrong?

Excuse me, Mrs. Jackson,
I wondered if I could--

No questions.

Just get away from me.

I know, I just--

Please, please, what did he say?

He didn't say why he did it.

Is he gonna be all right?

I hope so.

Your husband couldn't have
a better lawyer than Mr. Resnick.

Good.

Please, excuse me.

-Oh, hi.
-I think I need bifocals.

When I was going to interrogation before,

I could have sworn I saw your brother Joe
coming in the front door.

You did.

Is your mother all right?

Oh yeah, yeah, everything's okay there.

Um, Joe's out walking.

He's been a little overwrought lately.

He's having problems with his business
because of all this bad weather.

He needs a $22,000 loan to tide him over.

How can we get it to him?

Well, the bank says
they'll give him the loan

as long as we put up
our CDs as collateral.

Those trusting souls.

I'm due in court, will they take an okay
from me over the phone?

As long as one of us signs.

Here, ask for Mr. Foreman.

Thanks.

It's a good risk.

I know someone in the family.

Odds on the favorite,
Mike Cataldo, are now four to five.

Come on, Jimmy, civilians.

Book making's illegal.

Come on,
just a friendly little office pool.

Hey.

I mean, the thing was so weird.

On one hand we're chasing the perp,

at the same time, it's like watching
this incredible athletic phenomenon.

Something to tell your kids about.

I guess I was so caught up
with that two-bit pimp

I didn't even see the run.

Hey, is this guy a side show
or a human being?

Yeah, what's the matter with you people?
Ain't you got no compassion?

You don't care about
other people's feelings?

What's with her?

-LUCY: Who knows?
-Who cares?

Guess he does really stand
to lose a lot, huh?

BOBBY: You get that famous,
you gotta watch your step.

Hey, Norm, it's fight night on the tube.

Maybe we pop a little corn later?

Possible.

You wanna front me a couple bucks,
I'll go get it now.

What do you think, Neal,

do I appeal to Buntz's ego
or to his wallet?

I think first we pop Sid.

I don't want to hear that.

Description's an exact fit, J.D.

Can't be too many of those
doctors' rings out there.

Neal, we pop Sid, we're buying
four hours of arrest reports

and an arraignment.

No way we make the shooting contest.

Hey, I saw what I saw, babe.

(grumbling) I hate a fanatic.

Hey, Norm.

Sid, congratulations.

Thanks very much, for what?

Oh, you won the good citizenship award
for returning stolen goods.

No, wait a minute,
you got it wrong, Detective.

I've had this ring
since I don't know when--

-Norm.
-Sid.

You've had that ring
since 9:00 this morning.

Now either I pop you
for felony receipt of stolen property

or you win the good citizenship medal
for turning it in.

I'll take the medal.

Congratulations, Sid, now take off.

My pleasure.

Hey, Norm, you know one of these days
you're gonna stick up for me,

I'm gonna fall over with a migraine.

NORMAN: Don't hurt your head.

You were looking pretty sharp
out on that practice range this morning.

So?

Hey, did you ever think about
entering that contest?

Oh, you mean so I can win
one of those trophies

where they unscrew the bowler from the top

and then screw on a guy
shooting the targets?

Forget trophies, Norm.

I'm talking about Jimmy Falon's
offering field odds 20-1

anybody who beats Mike Cataldo.

Now, I got a syndicate
willing to place $400 on a live entry.

Promise to buy me a malted afterwards?

You'd be in for 20 percent, Norm,
and you wouldn't have to put up a nickel.

Plus, you get to show up
that tin soldier Cataldo.

Hmph.

These contests are for guys
like Cataldo, you know?

Put him out on the street,
ten minutes he's crying for mommy.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Just once, once,
I'd like to see a real cop win it.

Hey, LaRue, shut up.

Right, sorry.

Twenty percent?

Twenty percent.

Okay.

Hey.

Jimmy, hey!

You still offering field odds 20-1?

Twenty to one.

Four yards.

Who's your dark horse?

You'll find out soon enough.

Oh, and Jimmy, don't worry about anything.

The PBA's got a great program
for indigent cops.

(chuckles)

The Gazelle Company
continues to have full faith

in Raymond Jackson
as an individual of honor and integrity.

But are you going to continue using him
to endorse your product?

We stand by our statement.

How do you feel about the charges

your husband solicited a prostitute,
Mrs. Jackson?

I don't know what went on this morning,
but I do know my husband,

and he has no need to go out
and solicit prostitutes.

REPORTER: So he'll be pleading not guilty?

I don't know what's going to happen.

Frank, believe me, we're about to wind up
with egg on our puss.

Arnie Resnick's this close
to positioning us as puritanical prigs.

Gentlemen.

Grateful for the meeting.

Mr. Resnick, believe me,
no one takes pleasure

in your client's situation.

Hell, I've seen this fella
do things on a football field

brought a damn lump to my throat.

Raymond Jackson's
been my friend for six years.

There's no way I can make you
understand him in two minutes.

What I can tell you
is that Raymond and his wife

love and depend on each other.

That Raymond is neither
a drug user nor a partier.

If he were either of those things,

he wouldn't be on that street corner
at seven o'clock in the morning

like a 15-year-old school kid.

The fact is that's where he was arrested.

Look, it's pretty obvious that right now,
Ray Jackson's a troubled individual.

He's coming to the end of a great career.

He's trying to make
some transitions in his life,

and the pressure from all that
is compounded by his

being looked up to by so many people.

Captain, it's my understanding
this sort of charge

gets pleaded down to public nuisance
more or less as a matter of course.

Would he plead to that?

I'd also like to be able
to make some explanatory remarks

both in court and subsequently

that the police department
would agree not to contradict.

Alleging misconduct on the part
of the arresting officers?

Would you let me get away with it?

Absolutely not.

I am hardly in
the cat bird seat here, Captain.

How about something along the line that...

the department had cast a wide net,
and that the operation was meant more

to deter street walkers
and catch criminals?

Couldn't hurt to get painted
tough on prostitution, Captain.

As long as there's
no implication of entrapment.

Would that be acceptable?

Irwin?

No problem for us.

Then you've got a deal.

Captain, why don't you confer
with your arresting officers?

Make sure we're all on the same page.

Counselor?

I've got a nephew at home
who would do handsprings

if I came home
with Raymond Jackson's autograph.

How'd it come out, Captain?

Jackson's entering a plea of guilty
of being a public nuisance.

Sound's right.

We've agreed not to counter any statement

Jackson or his lawyer
may make at trial or afterwards

to the press about what
he was doing down there.

Now wait a minute,
did I just get hung out to dry here?

No, no, they've specifically agreed

not to allege entrapment
or misconduct on your part.

Someone to see you, Captain.

Okay, Sergeant. Are you both agreeable?

-No problem here.
-Yeah.

I just don't get it.

Get which event, Officer Russo?

Jackson, what--

What was he doing out there,
what was he looking for?

Hey, I'm with you, Officer Russo.

I mean,
the only important things in the world

are staying comfortable
and not getting too involved

and having a little fun in the rack.

A sensitive person like you,

I could see where something
like this wouldn't add up.

I'm gonna slap you in the face.

Yeah, well you'd better
do it running, sweetheart,

'cause I might hit you back.

You never mentioned in your telegram
that you were returning from Samoa.

Well, receiving word
about Lieutenant Hunter

was like a blinding light.

I left the airport as if in a dream.

Um, has there been any further word?

I'm afraid not.

I see.

Lieutenant Hunter had an episode
of traumatic amnesia last year.

I recall.

And we're just hoping
he's walking around somewhere.

Yes, the alternative is unthinkable.

Captain, you may not realize that it was I
who abandoned the lieutenant.

The victim of my own
irreconcilable passions.

The man I eloped with,
my Samoan chieftain,

represented the exotic, the primitive.

While the lieutenant meant everything
that was noble, disciplined,

familiar in the best sense
of the word, and...

Yet I succumbed to the remote.

You don't have to explain,
Mrs. Ashton-Wilkes.

During the 14 months

that I was with my Samoan,

I carried the thought of Howard
within me like an anchor.

An island of stability waiting for me.

It's as if I have awakened
from a long sleep.

Let's hope this has a happy outcome.

No, no.

Lieutenant Hunter
is alive somewhere, Captain.

I feel his presence.

Just as you and I are sitting here,
Howard lives.

Where will you be staying?

Oh, dear. (clears throat)

There was a time when I had a key
to the lieutenant's apartment.

Uh, have you changed the lock?

Not that I know of.

Then it is there
that I would prefer to stay.

Fine.

Oh, what has happened
to the Emperor Lao Tzu?

Lieutenant Goldblume
boarded him at a kennel.

I hope it isn't Filer and Waldrup.

Oh, from my years of obedience,

I've learned that one must never
underestimate how drastically

months of training can be undone
by only two weeks of negligent pet care.

Where did you go?

Just walked.

I got lost about seven times.

These aren't the greatest neighborhoods
to get lost in.

How'd it go at the bank?
Did it work out all right?

It's set up for 24 payments.

I'm gonna send this
right into the bank, Frank.

This is the last
you're gonna hear about it.

Don't you want the check?

Yeah, that might help.

Joey, what if the weather stays bad?

No problem,
I'll throw myself off a bridge.

The loan officer at the bank was saying
that some construction companies up here

are missing two and three
penalty dates, not just one.

My next penalty date's
not till eight weeks.

The weather can't stay that bad,
not till May.

Since when did you get into
the construction business?

Not me. My brother.

You know, I asked myself about 50 times,
how could I take a flier like this?

Seems like ever since Papa died...

I don't know,
it's like I'm a different person.

I'm worried, Frank.

I'm worried that life is gonna pass me by.

I guess we're out from under the tree.

Yeah, that's the truth.

Funny, I had a dream,

Papa was sailing away on a trip,
and I felt left behind.

I guess we're never gonna
finish up with Papa, huh?

It's kind of nice, maybe,

his sons got a chance to get together.

J3309, Your Honor,
Raymond Jackson, 207 of the penal code,

solicitation to commit an immoral act.

Complaining officers,
Celestina Russo and Patrick Flaherty.

I see Mr. Jackson is represented by
an appropriately heavy hitter.

Arnold Resnick, Your Honor.

IRWIN: Approach the bench, Your Honor.

Counsel, approach.

Defendant stipulated to a charge
of public nuisance, Your Honor.

Then why are you standing here instead
of behind your desk, Mr. Bernstein?

There's a further agreement as to remarks
I will have entered on the record.

Brevity, Mr. Resnick.

Consonant with my client's interest,
Your Honor.

Mr. Jackson is willing to enter a plea.

Guilty to the misdemeanor charge
of public nuisance, Your Honor.

-People?
-No objection, Your Honor.

I'd like to enter a statement
on Mr. Jackson's behalf

before Your Honor pronounces sentence.

Yeah?

Simply that Mr. Jackson appears here,

Your Honor, as the result
of a police operation

whose admitted goal was harassment
and deterrence of prostitution.

And the placation
of neighborhood merchants,

rather than any substantive end
of law enforcement.

And that having entangled
Mr. Jackson in its wide

and indiscriminately cast net,

this same department,
to save face for itself,

now proposes a plea arrangement,

which the practicality
of Raymond's position

makes it impossible for him to refuse.

I can only hope that to the extent

the police permit them
to become available,

the media will show the same appetite
and enthusiasm I see here today

in publicizing the actual facts
of Raymond Jackson's arrest.

I suspect, though, that what
we will hear from the police

in the matter
of People vs. Raymond Jackson

is a steady stream of "no comments."

-Thank you, Your Honor.
-9.9, Mr. Resnick.

Mr. Jackson, quit while you're ahead?

Guilty, Your Honor.

JUDGE: $100 fine.

Mrs. Jackson, if we could
just have a comment, please.

-Mr. Jackson, one word.
-Can you comment--

Mr. Jackson has a statement.

Here are your notes, Raymond.

I appreciate people trying to protect me.

Fact is, I made a mistake.

And I hope the public can understand that.

Sometimes no matter how hard you try,
you can never...

never be the guy they talk you up to be,

the guy you want to be.

So you wind up driving around
in the middle of the night

feeling like a jerk.

A fraud.

I know a lot of people look up to me,
and I appreciate that.

But when it's all said and done,

I'm just a human being, that's all.

And I'd like to apologize to my wife.

Mr. Jackson, are you planning
on speaking at the--

I think that's enough questions.

REPORTER: Mrs. Jackson,
do you have a comment, please?

I love my husband.

(groans)

What's that?

This is the money
I'm giving to the juice guys.

See, to make a really air tight arrest,
we want them to actually take this money.

Oh, you're feeling bad, aren't you?

Oh, I'm a little uncomfortable.

Uh-oh, bingo.

MICK: I want to do this real quick.

I'm Joseph Santucci.

How do you do? Money's all here.

That's $2,000 in back interest.

Correct.

Jimmy tells me you're new.

Yeah, I'm just filling in for my uncle.

You understand the arrangement?

Two hundred a week,
every week the loan's outstanding.

I understand.

No, but I mean do you understand?

Deep down.

What's going on?

Two hundred a week, every week,
we're outstanding.

Mr. Santucci,
my aunt and I, we understand.

Do you understand deep down?

I understand deep down.

Please, take this money.

What's, he gonna set a fire?

-You bastard rats.
-MICK: Auntie.

In another 30 seconds
he's gonna arrest you,

and I'm supposed to stand back
and watch you set fire--

All right, freeze!

You're busted.

Please, do not resist.
I've recently had surgery.

If you make any attempt to escape,

I'll be forced to use my weapon,
and I have a very short temper.

Mrs. Lasculi, move away.

Loan sharks, bums.
You gonna set us on fire?

-Mrs. Lasculi.
-MRS. LASCULI: I'll give you a shot!

(men groaning) Hey, hey!

I'm sorry about what I said before.

-That was a cheap shot.
-Forget it.

I mean it, Tina, I'm sorry.

You think I'm so stupid, Patrick?
You don't think I have any feelings?

No, I told you it was a cheap shot.

I know you got feelings.

Just not for me.

Look, don't worry, you don't gotta get
an unlisted number or anything.

I'll... (chuckles)
I'll leave you alone.

Fine.

I'll see you, okay?

Yeah, I'll see you.

Go get 'em, killer.

FRANK: Mick?

Nice bust on those shylocks.

Oh, thank you, Captain.

Why don't you take
the rest of the day off?

Oh, no, I can't do that,
I have to take this lady's statement,

-I have to get this bozo--
-Keep that woman away from me.

If I had my flour pin,
I'd fracture your skull for you.

-Get her the hell off of me!
-Whoa, whoa, hey, hold on!

MICK: Mrs. Lasculi, no!

Oh, Mike.

I didn't recognize you for a second.

I hope you rot.

I hope they throw the key away.

Mrs. Lasculi,
let's go take your statement.

Are you okay, Mike?
You look very uncomfortable.

Mild pain.

(gunshots in distance)

Tommy, how'd you shoot?

Three-sixty-six,
no way I make it to the finals.

You'll get 'em next year.

I don't understand it.

I never shot that bad in practice.

Cowardice is a funny thing.

Hmm, Mike, a few seconds?

-I'm up.
-Just for the sake of discussion, Mike.

What if tonight wasn't your night?

Well, whose night would it be?

C'mon you've already won this thing,
what, four years in a row?

I bet there might be
a couple of bucks in it for me.

It might be worth a couple of bucks.

It might be worth a couple of yards
to certain people.

You're a stand-up guy, LaRue.
Real credit to the department.

Hey, wait a second.

-Is that a no?
-That's a no.

I don't know why I even bothered, Cataldo.

Buntz is gonna clean your clock,
he's gonna beat you fair and square.

You wouldn't know fair and square
if it hit you with a truck.

-Hmm, where you been, babe?
-The john, how's Buntz doing?

Great.

Boy, I wish I could shoot
like Norman Buntz.

Me too, partner.

ANNOUNCER: That concludes the first flight
in the preliminary round.

Judges will tabulate.

Let's hear it for the contestants.

C'mon, what's the problem?
Let's hear the freakin' tab.

ANNOUNCER:
Winner is target lane number four,

-All right.
-Lieutenant Norman Buntz of Hill Street.

O ye of little faith, huh, Sterling?

And my man the king,
the lethal shooting machine.

ANNOUNCER: The defending champion,
Polk Avenue Detective Mike Cataldo.

(cheering)

No, don't clap for this.
This is yesterday's news.

Cataldo, Cataldo!

Eat the big sandwich loaf!

Oh...

The touch of your pipe, Howard,
the smell of it fills me with hope.

Ohh.

Evenings spent cleaning
and loading your pistol.

Relaxed, peaceful hours

listening to The Valkyrie
on the phonograph.

Crocheting pillows
for the underground shelter.

We could have it all back.

Oh, Howard.

I feel you near.

The tidal pull of your moons.

Your lips, like marzipan.

Do you hear me?

But where are you?

Can you-- can you give me a hint?

An address?

Oh, my brave warrior...

I knew that you could hear me.
What's that?

Really?

(laughing)

-Norm?
-What?

You all right, how you feel?

I'm resting.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, that's good, that's smart.
Get yourself settled before the final.

Collect your, uh... your wits.

All right.

Norm, you shot fabulous.

Believe me, you gave that guy Cataldo
something to think about.

How'd Cataldo do in the prelims?

Good.

Fair. I mean, you know, he shot all right.

How many'd he hit?

I don't know, I think it was
like 997 out of 1,000.

All right. (chuckles)

Hey, listen, Norm.

-(Norm sighs)
-You are going to kick this guy's heinie.

You are gonna eat
this Mr. Big Shot Cataldo's breakfast.

And you wanna know why?

Sid, I'm really trying
to get some rest here.

Right, the why is because now
it's mano a mano, it's just you and him.

And the man ain't been created yet

that goes one-on-one
with N. Buntz that he don't blink.

Yeah, well, thanks for saying that, Sid,
but right now I just want--

I know, you want to get
some rest, am I right?

-Yeah.
-You got it.

Just collect yourself.

Just focus yourself.

You know what you do?

Picture your mind...

somewhere else.

Somewhere with a lot of...

green crap.

-All right, I'm gonna be outside.
-Yeah, okay.

-You want anything before I go?
-No!

Okay, good.

I'll be outside.

(gunshots)

MAN: Yeah, all right.

-Who won, Neal?
-I don't know.

They're retrieving the targets.

-I don't know.
-He lost, didn't he?

FENWICK: Detective LaRue?

-Detective LaRue?
-Yeah?

They told me at your station house
I could find you here.

I just wanted to express my gratitude
to you and your partner

for recovering my medical school ring.

Our pleasure.

I mean you guys
obviously went the extra yard.

You must have hit those pawn shops
like Normandy Beach.

Look, Doc, I got your drift.

You know, you cops
get a bum rap from the public.

Believe me, from today on,
you're going to have Harold Fenwick

singing your praises.

Hey, I just blew $400
in a shooting contest.

You want to sing my praises?

Go home, do it in your shower!

Go on!

Just wanted to tell you
how grateful I was.

ANNOUNCER:
Winner is Mike Cataldo, 99 to 97.

Great shooting.

Right, great shooting.

Hey, believe me, combat situation's
entirely different story.

In a combat situation,
this guy blows this guy's head off.

When my brother Joey and I
were talking today,

he was saying something about there
being kinds and kinds of brothers.

Meaning?

Meaning, we hadn't been close.

That was why even when he got into trouble
it was so hard for him to come to me.

Joe shares a part of the blame for that.

He didn't mean it for blame.

And he was right,
we weren't those kinds of brothers.

From when we were kids.

I think maybe part
of what I've been sad about

is the feeling that my dad's dying
closed all our family accounts.

Now there was no more chance
anything could change.

Maybe today broke the ice.

I hope so.

I mean, my dad's gone.
Maybe between Joey and me...

Think an old mutt can learn new tricks?

Come here, Rover. Aah! (giggles)

(closing theme music)