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(plane engine droning overhead)

(plane engine sputtering)

MAN: It won't come back.

We're right over the city.

-(engine cuts out)
-MAN: God!

-We're gonna go down!
-(warning beeping)

-Call 'em on the tower!
-MAN 2: No, there'll be cops.

-MAN: Oh.
-(beeping continues)

-MAN: Sorry I had to do this!
-MAN 2: Oh, please! We're doing this?

(explosion)

(footsteps running)

BOY: Look what happened. Look at that!

BOY 2: They're all gonna be dead,
whoever's in there.

-GIRL: I ain't lookin'.
-BOY 2: So then go away, Deirdre.

-They're dead, man.
-MAN: You kids get away.

-BOY: It's a plane wreck.
-BOY 2: What you yell at us for?

MAN: I'm telling ya, get out!

BOY 2: I know you, man,
you hang at Jerry's Sub Shop.

BOY 1: Jerry's numbers.

MAN: Want me to beat you?
You wanna get beat up?

BOY 1: You wanna rob 'em,
rob their bodies.

-MAN: Go on!
-BOY 2: Ow! You a jerk, man.

-BOY 1: You stink, man, you a thief!
-MAN: Go on!

Tell anyone you saw me,
and I'll come back and whip you good!

Holy God!

SID: Bobby, please, I got business here.

-It's important, Sid.
-It's important, huh?

What, Bobby, you got a shot at boosting
your laundry out of the cleaners?

-It's important, Sid, it's heavy.
-(scoffs) Okay.

Come on.

-Sorry, guys, street life.
-Go ahead.

I'll take Norm's app.

Norm, ask nice, honey gets money.

-Okay, Bobby, what...
-Sid says you're in plumbing supply.

You had partner problems.

(clears throat)
Yeah, he put 25 G's up each nostril.

Stuff's a curse. Can't tell you how many
lives I've seen it ruin.

Trying to get business
back on its feet again.

Banks don't want to hear about it.

That's our niche, Norm, that's what we do.

Uh, Donny, I think
you better get out of here.

-What's the matter?
-SID: I think he may be hot.

-Are you kidding?
-Uh-uh.

I'll start you for ten.
We get two points a week.

-Extra two every month you're outstanding.
-Right, okay.

He knows how to get a hold of me.

You! I get popped 'cause of you,
I'm gonna feed you your freakin' eyes!

-Come on, go, Bobby.
-Can you make it happen for me, Sid?

Wait where we said.
I'm gonna see what I can do.

Excuse me.

Here, here.

Since when did you get to be captain
on this tour cruise, huh?

Norm...

Go, Bobby.

(door rattling)

Crazy, am I right, Norm?

I just blow our connect with a shy

that I've been trying
to set you up with, what?

Three weeks now?

And now, Norm, I'm laying hands on you.

So this is how you gotta know

what has come into our lives,
Norm, is so big.

It is so powerful, Norm.
Or else I don't take the shot.

-Tell me about the suitcase.
-Did you see that suitcase?

Yes.

Did you see the way that kid was bent over
with the weight of that thing?

Do you know what was in it?

Soda, Norm.

(sniffing) Uncut.

Direct from an air disaster.

And not a pound, Norm.

Which a pound, uncut,
streets for 20, 22.5.

But it's not a pound, Norm.

And it's not ten pounds, Norm.

Which ten pounds, conservative,
moves at a deuce in six figures

and gets two people, Norm...

outta this stinkin' rat hole
and set up by any water we could think of.

And not domestic water, Norm.
Did I say domestic water?

Because it doesn't have
to be domestic water, Norm.

We could set up by any water
in the whole stinkin' world!

And it's not ten pounds, Norm,
that's not the amount.

And it's not 20 pounds, Norm.

Which, 20 pounds, Norm,

gets broads and limousines

and a house anywhere you could think of.

And not 40 pounds.

Not even 60 pounds, Norm,

which is three quarters
of a million dollars.

Norm...

Eighty pounds, 80 pounds, Norm!

That kid's intestines
were down in his testicles

with the weight of that suitcase.

Norm, I am going to ask you
a question once,

and I don't think you would respect
me as a man if I didn't.

That Bobby, he's a mouse.

He is looking to off this stuff for
high four figures, 7,500, ten grand, max.

Ten grand.

And knowing the kind of person you are,
I wouldn't be surprised if you don't have

that in a bank account somewhere,
am I right?

And that Bobby is out of the picture.

And you and me, Norm,

are struggling like this
with that suitcase between us.

I know that you are in law enforcement,

but I'm asking you as a human being

to consider the possibility

of an entire fresh concept
and start in life.

Hmm?

Okay, Norm, I'm gonna take
my hand away from your lips now.

It would mean, Norm, so much to me,

if you gave me some positive indication

that you would consider
what I am suggesting.

Is there a glimmer, Norm?

Is there any possibility?

None.

-None, you mean, in the sense of what?
-None.

-Meaning?
-Meaning none.

-None?
-None!

(exhales)

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)

(indistinct chatter)

-Who saw the plane come down?
-KIDS: I did, I did...

I wanna know who actually
saw the plane hit

-and explode into flames.
-I did, mister.

-You lie, Evander.
-I saw it.

-You was at breakfast.
-(laughs)

Too much traffic around the coast

and the plane wreck,
I had to fight my way through.

Right, right.
Can we see some ID, please?

Look, I've got to go through that wreckage
as quickly as possible.

I've gotta retrieve the black box
and the occupants' personal effects.

Yeah, well, how come they sent two of you?

Sorry?

That guy right there,
he's from the FAA too.

And he happens to have ID, sir.

Uh-huh, well, he's probably
from a different field office.

Right, right.

You wouldn't happen
to be a looter, would you?

Oh, no, no, no. I gotta go.

WOMAN: Okay, you got
the airplane in the background?

Let's do it.

I'm talking with FAA Inspector
James Foreman.

Any preliminary theories, Mr. Foreman,
about the cause of this crash?

We're just beginning to assemble the data.

I'm told, as of yet, no manifest, flight,

or destination plan
have been found filed for this plane

at any of the local airports.

We're just beginning to look into that.

Is it possible this flight's
purpose was criminal?

No contraband's been found on site.

You've got to excuse me now.

In a densely populated area,
there were no fatalities

other than the flight's occupants.

Wouldn't you call that a miracle?

Everything is very preliminary.

Mr. Foreman, one more question, please.

As the investigation continues,

we will be giving updates
throughout the day...

(boys shouting)

Hey, how come you ain't trying
to get on TV, Deirdre?

Yeah?

(chattering)

Intake on Renaldo Limon, Sergeant.

Trade you for a Phillip Allen.

Thought you'd get ahead of me, didn't you?

-Morning, Stanislaus.
-Morning, Lieutenant.

Hey, how about that air wreck?

-Oh, extraordinary.
-Oh, 50 feet either way,

-who knows how many would've died.
-Mm.

It's the luckiest thing I ever heard of.

Well, not that the gentlemen
in the cockpit

would necessarily share your opinion.

No problem, Jimmy. I can imagine
how many calls you're juggling.

You appellate clerks make
the whole judicial process run.

(chuckling) You're right,
it's ranking up in flattery.

Jimmy, uh, if you could
just persuade Judge Kramer

to grant me one more extension.

I've been swamped and I just want
the brief to make sense.

My solemn oath, never again.

You're a love.

-Nate, how are you?
-Hi, Joyce.

-Sergeant, which room?
-Interrogation two.

I'm okay. Just about okay.

You miss being a prosecutor?

At least I always had the work, huh?
(laughs)

Uh, truth is, Joyce...

it's not happening for me
in private practice.

What do you say, Nate?

Did you hear about those
busts in the red zone?

-They use a net?
-That sweep was totally 100 percent shaky.

We should've taken five minutes,

get 'em enjoined on probable cause
before it happened.

-Meaning, I should have.
-Someone should have.

Me go to Judge Kramer

when I am ten days late
filing an appeal on Desantos?

Now we'll have to take them case-by-case.

Give me the ones
you have to give me, Danny.

-Is that what you wanna hear?
-I'll leave them at the front desk.

-See ya, Nate.
-Okay.

(clears throat) Joyce,
there's something I'm asking you here.

I'm trying to become an affiliate PD.

Now, naturally, I'm not too popular
having been on the other side.

But in the meantime...

In the meantime, if I have a client

I can pass onto you,
I'll be happy to, okay, Nate?

-Ice Maiden, huh?
-Excuse me?

Uh, that's what the ADA's
used to call you.

Not me, them!

Not now... ever.

MAN: I just want it on record,
this guy might've done it himself.

I don't know what
you're talking about, sir.

I don't know what happened,
what this guy might've been up to.

The invisible man?

Guy comes into my store,
terrible headache.

He's gotta take the aspirins right there.

I give him some water, he takes 'em,

-doubles over like that.
-Who doubles over?

You the one's gonna take this down?
I'm gonna need a police report.

What you gotta do
is notify the distributor,

Lomax Pharmaceuticals.

-These gotta be tested.
-What guy doubled over?

With the headache! He's in my car.

You saying these might be poison?

You left the guy in your car?

Hey, look,
you got liability questions here.

I mean, if this stuff is poison,
I want it on record

that you got notified
soon as possible time.

-Where you parked?
-Up the corner.

You can't get spaces around here.

County Medical, Stan,
get a work-up on those pills.

All right.

Plane crash! I couldn't believe it.

I thought it was gonna hit me.

And people wonder why I drink.

Lodging chits!

Thank you, ma'am.

-Chits for lodging!
-(chatter)

Excuse me...

-What does this mean?
-Lets you stay overnight.

Crane, Drake, or Fenwick Hotel.

Lodging chits!

It's from the welfare.

It's worth money for dinner.

It's good for cocktails before dinner.

And after dinner too.

(stammers)
Oh, I thought it was for a room.

Weatherman says clear skies.

Uh, if you have enough cocktails,
I find dinner takes care of itself.

Hey, hey, buck for a chit! Who wants it?

How 'bout you, pal?

Put a dollar in your pocket right now.

You're just taking advantage
of him because he's green.

Don't sell cheap.

Man from the hotel gives us four.
He's waiting in my place.

What do you mean,
the hotel guy buys these chits?

-Four big ones.
-(siren wailing)

MICK: What do you figure the hotel guy

-does with these chits?
-(horn honking)

-I mean, if welfare--
-I don't know, mister.

Does he ever rent the rooms
out again to other people?

Did you ever see him do that?

He gives us four bucks,
and we take the money and buy cocktails.

Marsha, is this zucchini any count?

Almost... almost ready.

-Ask him.
-Ask me what?

Oh, I was asking about the chits.

-Four bucks.
-Sold!

-Right.
-(laughing)

-You grow this?
-Yup.

Come on, buddy, I ain't got all day.

No. I'm gonna keep the chit,
I wanna sleep at the hotel.

You wanna sleep at our hotel?

This is good for sleeping there, isn't it?

(chuckles) Yeah, I'll make sure that they
leave a chocolate mint on your pillow.

You should stay outside.

It's cocktail hour.

(distant jackhammering)

I'm allowing myself the flicker of a hope.

Well, you allow yourself
whatever you want, Sid.

I'm allowing myself hope, Norman,

because you haven't been
in contact with your home base.

That's 'cause maybe I wanna get
this thing taken care of

without getting drowned in alphabet soup.

The narcotics, firearms, DEA, FBI.

YMCA. I know, Norm, I know.

-Go on, say hello.
-Roberto!

There is my guy.

Hey, wait a minute,
something is different here.

Something is, uh, is changed from before.

-Right?
-What's going on?

You know, you were so uptight before.

I don't know whether you noticed
Norm sitting in the bar.

I noticed him.

Anyways, it's a hell of a coincidence

because Norm is positioned

to distribute
that product that you mentioned.

-Think I'm a pushover, don't you, Sid?
-Excuse me?

Think I'm just gonna roll over
and give that thing up.

-(chuckling)
-Oh, hey, Bobby!

You interrupt a move
I've been trying to set for three weeks.

I put myself out to help you.

Now you're gonna sit there
and go paranoid on me?

Hey, not that
this isn't a great thrill for me

watching you suck your blanket,

but, uh, I understood
you got stuff to sell.

I got stuff, man.
Did you see that suitcase?

Yeah, I saw it, and I wanna know

if it's on the premises
and what's inside it?

Bobby, I saw the soda.
Norm's lookin' for confirmation.

There's gonna be an auction. (chuckles)

-Come again?
-An auction?

I put the word out.
Stuff's going best offer.

Cash on the table. (laughs)

Oh, Bobby.

I put the word, couple of serious people.

Gonna let the free marketplace
set the price.

-You dumb cluck.
-What's a matter, Sid?

Afraid you're gonna see somebody you owe?
(laughing)

When does this, uh, auction take place?

What time is it?

Eleven.

It's all about to happen. (chuckles)

How'd this guy live this long?

(traffic sounds)

She's under too much pressure.
She's taking too much onto herself.

All right, ma'am.

-This isn't like her.
-Okay.

I'm sorry, Brenda.

They won't listen. They don't mind.

What's going on, ma'am?

So you explain to me,
you tell me how to do!

RENKO: Calm down, ma'am.

Ma'am?

Oh, Papi.

Oh, I'm sorry. Papi...

RENKO: This old man looks
like he's in pretty bad shape.

Hello, Puddin'. When did you come here?

-Papi, I'm sorry I hit you.
-RENKO: Take a look at that eye.

-Oh, Papi.
-BOBBY: How long has this been going on?

WOMAN: Oh, God. She never beat him before.

This is pitiful.

She's the only one. It's her grandparents.

Her mama died and she's the only one
to take care of 'em.

Call the paramedics, Andy.

Could you, uh,
stay here a while, Mrs. Harrison?

My own's coming at noon.

All right.

-(Renko indistinct)
-Could you get up, please?

Officer, Brenda's a good girl.
She's only trying to help us.

He put the pork chops down the sink,
and the pipes got all backed up.

-I had a whole dinner laid out.
-All right.

I'm a phone operator.
I bring home $223 a week.

I'm paying the plumber,
I can't get their medicine.

Papi, Mrs. Harrison's
gonna stay with you a while.

Hello, Puddin'.

-You makin' a phone call?
-Bobby, paramedics are on the way.

-I'm gonna need my scarf.
-Okay.

And my felt hat.

-Arthur.
-I know.

Remember last time,
what I said about another arrest?

I know, I remember.

It's a third offense, Arthur.

That means it's going to be a lot of time.

I can handle the junk.

Half the people inside is high.

But I like my freedom.

I like to be able to smell the air...

And yet, you pull a 2-11

two stores from a corner
with a traffic cop.

Have them put me next to somebody.

In the slams, put me next to somebody big.

Somebody that they want real bad.

I mean, I could hear what they got to say
and maybe I can give 'em up.

I know what you mean.

I ain't got nothing else but my Jones,
Miss Davenport.

I don't run with nobody.
I don't cut nobody. I rob.

I am a small-timer.

I ain't got anything else to deal.

What you're asking...

I know a lot of lawyers
that sets stuff like this up.

I'm not one of them.

You know one?

I'll think.

I'll see.

"When will they learn? What will it take?
Must someone die? More to follow."

Where'd they find that, which section?

Two aisles down
from the tainted bottle of aspirin.

Sounds like the Martinville note.

-Do we know something about that?
-MAN: Unsolved case, Captain.

Over-the-counter anti-flatulence
laced with rat poison.

Uh, the victim, Mr. Lahey,
won't be of help.

Doctors seem to think
he's not going to regain consciousness.

FRANK: Preliminary analysis
found no prints on the note.

We have graphology
and paper-contents study underway.

Our detectives are continuing
investigation of the pharmacy

to see if, uh,
other merchandise is involved.

How long am I going to be closed, Captain?

Well, they have chamber of commerce
volunteers over there.

I don't think it's
gonna be too much longer.

For what it's worth,
my salary is a percentage of gross.

Lieutenant Goldblume here
will supervise the case,

coordinating Dr. Hurley
and FBI agent Coleman.

Bureau's look-see only
at this point, gentlemen,

until we find that the poison
crossed state lines.

FRANK: Doctor, until we get
some more definitive evidence,

we're gonna leave the decision
on recall up to your company.

We'd like to hold off on that.

Locally, we're bringing in anybody
who's made a complaint against the store.

If you could broaden, in that regard.

Uh, reads out people
in your neck of the woods

with complaints on our products.

We'll make a desk available to you.

-This all our city?
-A lot of angry people in the world.

Well, suppositories are clean.

You know, I feel like a scum wad.
I feel like ten cents.

Hmm. Chick never told you
she was gettin' married?

What knocks me out is she's got the stones
to invite me to the ceremony.

-Poor Sanzone.
-(chuckles)

Sanzone and me were in the same class
at the academy.

-Nice guy?
-Not much in the brain housing department.

Hey, check for prints
on that suntan lotion too, okay, Maury?

Man, dudes get creative
once they get started.

You know, maybe I ought to tell Sanzone
what he's lettin' himself in for.

Yeah, good idea, J.D.

Just go up to the groom
at the wedding ceremony

and say, "I've been plunkin' your bride."

Believe me, Neal,
I'd be doing the guy a favor.

Well, maybe she'll turn over a new leaf.

Carlotta? No shot.

(indistinct chatter in background)

-Grocery list.
-Mm-hm, Carlotta's telephone number.

All finished in the other sections,
Detective.

Twelve's the last one.

On to feminine hygiene?

(train bell ringing)

BOBBY: That's it, got a full deck now.

Sorry, esse, but Maria's
gotta see if you're packin'.

Yeah, understood, no problem.
Makes me feel more comfortable.

-Especially who's doin' the friskin'.
-You got that right.

He's okay.

Join the party.

-What you think of that stuff, Luis?
-It's all right, man.

-It's all right, huh?
-All right, man.

Arturo, see if it's all right.

I'm on it, Bob, I'm on it.

Jerry. (laughs)

Check it out, Norm.

-What for?
-Say what? What for, huh?

Hey, Bobby, stop repeating
what everybody's saying.

Sid's man don't wanna try it.

Thinks I'm running in a hummer sample.

I wanna know if I'm buying
what I'm sampling here.

-I wanna see the suitcase.
-Hey, Maria.

Ever see me holding enough to run a game?

I never seen you holding, period.

Even so, Bob, he's got a point.

Believe me, Turo, it's around.

Heavy as that suitcase is,
it ain't gonna be far away.

All right, come on, come on.
Where is it, huh?

I wanna hear numbers first.

Turo, it's here!

-That's it, now! Everybody down!
-Hold it! Hold it!

-What did you do to me, Maria?
-Get down, get down, cool it!

Arturo!

-Oh, my God!
-Bobby!

No, no, no, no, no!
Listen, listen, please!

I got $40,000!

He's got $40,000! He does!

I swear! I swear!

It's at my place! It's outside!

-You got $40,000?
-I swear, honest to God!

-You lying to me?
-I'll take you to it!

-Come on, get up!
-Just don't shoot.

-Don't-don't shoot. Take it easy.
-Get up!

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Just take it easy.

(police radio chatter)

(people chattering)

Say, what are the chances
of keeping this site sanitized overnight?

Sanitized?

You'd have to have a cop assigned.

-The ribbons wouldn't do it?
-Probably not.

Pretty good chance it'd be vandalized.

Ah, the heck with it. We'll be through.

Did you figure it out, what happened?

Engine malfunction caused the crash.

As far as what they were doing,

we've got no positives
off a comprehensive canvas

of all the airports.

There's no ID on either body.

If I had to guess,
I'd say they were up to no good.

They're in the right neighborhood.

So you don't think this would do it, huh?

(chuckling)

(playful shouting)

(indistinct chatter)

MICK: Excuse me, I was told this voucher
would be good for one night's lodging.

MAN: Take a walk. We don't do this here.

-No, this is my chit.
-Look, you want four bucks?

Wait 'til tomorrow. Lenny handles that.

I don't want four bucks.

-I want a room.
-A room, huh?

I got a busted thermostat, bad cough.
I oughta be indoors.

Okay, pal, great, he'll take care of ya.

Friend. (chuckles)

Say, were you, uh, held back in school?

-What?
-I'm saying.

'Cause you're such a slow learner.

Cut the jokes. Uh, they told me
that chit gets me a room.

Ah, yeah, sure.

(coughing)

-(screams)
-WOMAN: Ay!

(grunts)

You get the message yet?

-Huh, slow learner?
-(baby crying)

All that chit is good for
is some rot gut to keep you loaded!

(baby crying)

-You got a problem, amigo?
-No, no, no, sir, no, sir.

Well, then shut the freakin' door!

(stutters) I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(baby crying)

Now, I guess that they
didn't check out yet.

Are you sure
you don't wanna sell your chit?

When will my room be ready?

(panting)

You ain't gonna do it, pal.
I'm not gonna let you bring me down.

You just have a nice day.

(baby crying)

Are you okay? Huh? Can you walk?

-Yeah.
-Good.

Okay.

(baby crying)

(indistinct chatter)

You stay here.

See Lieutenant Buntz, Stan?

Uh, he's got a morning meeting
on his undercover, Lieutenant.

He ain't checked in yet.
Message in case he calls?

-Uh, only if he gets back.
-Uh-huh.

We need all the help we can get
questioning people on this poison case.

Uh, don't rain but it pours,
right, Lieutenant?

Hmm.

I can show you my case notes.

I predicted this situation
a long time ago.

Look, it's obvious
she's got to be charged,

but it's also obvious she didn't
wanna do what she did.

See, we figured judge would be lenient

if he felt the situation
wasn't gonna be repeated.

Unless that home situation changes,

I have no reason to believe
it won't be repeated.

Mrs. Washington is a rheumatoid arthritic.

Mr. Washington is rapidly
approaching helpless senility!

WOMAN: Now, as well-intended
as their granddaughter is,

she has neither the money
nor the emotional wherewithal

to take care of those people.

Now, I made provisions
almost two months ago

for Mr. Washington to be
institutionalized at Larchmore.

And I know Mrs. Washington
can be taken to the Baptist home.

And the granddaughter fought it?

Well, evidently when the mother was dying

she secured a deathbed promise
from Brenda to care for them.

What are you telling them, Mrs. Lane?

I'm no good? You're telling them--

-Ma'am? Brenda? Brenda! Brenda!
-What I'm saying, Miss Washington--

We need to work things out
so everybody's interests are protected.

-You think I don't love my grandparents?
-No, no, no. We know you love them.

I love them.
I am trying to take care of them.

Brenda, Mrs. Lane says
you have your own apartment.

Who's gonna take care of them?

She said your grandfather
needs to go to the hospital

and that your grandmother
could go to the Baptist home.

Hospital didn't make a promise.
I promised. I did.

You promised your mother
that you would take care of them

the best you could, right?

That's right. That's right.

And now you're so worn out from trying
that you made a serious mistake.

We know you love them,
but if you're so tired

that you can't make good decisions,

Brenda, someone else
is gonna have to decide

what's best for them.

Let me help.

Let me help, please.

Got any prescription exhilarant?

Planning to take on the world, Counselor?

-Just trying to live in it.
-(chuckling) Don't try any fast getaways.

-Stolen?
-No, a uniform turned them in.

And they were sticking out
of the door of your car.

Uh, Frank, I, uh,
I just wanted tell you that

I'm calling a surprise inspection

of my emergency action team tomorrow a.m.

Oh?

Assuming, of course,
that you, uh, you approve.

It's your call, Howard.

Well, the fact is, Frank,
I, um, I feel that

a surprise inspection
of the entire shift at turnout

is an insufficiently
employed morale booster.

Howard, roll call's supposed to
get the men out on the streets

where the criminals are.

Only speaking from
personal experience, Captain,

I find that it keeps
an officer on his toes.

Surprised myself this morning
with an inspection.

How'd you do?

Uh, on report, a frayed right cuff.

-You're the one got me into this!
-You got yourself into this!

Uh, you're next, Floyd.
Right this way, please.

-It was about my pantyhose.
-You wrote a letter--

I put 'em on and the seam unravels.
So I filed a complaint.

You think that I would poison
the whole city

because I have a run in my pantyhose?

It's the guard dogs,
those crazy Dobermans.

At the pharmacy?

Yes, a man can't sleep, a man can't think.

-You know, they ought to walk them more.
-There's a report that you threatened

management over a year ago.

Guy runs the store catches my son
taking some Band-Aids.

He burned him with a cigarette.

I told him if he touched my boy again,
I'd kill him! That still goes.

What do you think, Doctor?

Well, nothing fits the profile.

Has your company decided
on the recall yet, Doctor?

Uh, Lieutenant, that isn't a decision
you come to lightly.

I know.

A decision like that
has tremendous ripple effects.

-Emotional, economic--
-I know.

Just one aspect.

Know what happens
to Lomax Pharmaceutical stock

if it turns out this isn't,
uh, a local crank?

If this recall goes national?

Know the kind of dollars
we're talking about?

What kind of a doctor are you?

Management science.
Ellroy School of Business.

-Three at a time, Irwin?
-Just through intake, Joyce.

Three kids in a car.
They're stopped for speeding.

There's a .22 under the seat,
plain as day.

"Under the seat, plain as day."
Why do I think there's a contradiction?

Stop it, man.

Hey, homeboys,
you're givin' me a headache, eh?

Hey, I'll save you all
a lot of trouble, man.

-It was Ethan's gat.
-Mine, sucker?

-Who bought it from Brown?
-And whose money was it?

Hey, I didn't even know
the gat was in there.

Believe that. It was your car, fool.

OFFICER: Guys, just cool down.

If they're going to roll over
on each other,

they're going to need separate counsel.

Even if it were legal
for me to take on all three,

-it would prejudice their case.
-Please?

I'll have two other PDs
assigned before questioning.

Joyce?

I just wanna thank you
for giving me Arthur Baker.

-Arthur's a real prize.
-No, it really helps me.

You should take ten percent.

I don't want ten percent, Nate,
but there's something I do want.

I don't want Arthur
used against any of my clients.

Used?

I think you understand me, Nate.

Two have priors, misdemeanors.

Ethan Dillon has a warrant outstanding.

-Robbery-homicide.
-Mom and pop store.

He blew away mom with a .22.

-Will you be claiming the same weapon?
-You will be the first to know.

Ethan.

You know, the police have been
trying to find you since May?

Who, me?

They spelling my name right?

Sergeant, I'll talk to them
in interrogation A.

-TEEN: Oh, man, take it easy.
-Come on, let's go.

-Officer?
-Yes?

Uh, I'm here about my phone bill.

Oh, we stopped takin'
those payments a long time ago.

(stammers) But this one is for $37,640.

Phone company said somebody
tied into my charge number

and distributed it.

Must've sent it out on one
of them Xerox chain letters.

Look, sir, I'm sorry for your trouble,

but we got a real circus
going on here today.

Mrs. Alfredo at the Pearl Street office

said that I should circle
every call that isn't mine, I mean...

Well, what do you want us to do?
Arrest Mrs. Alfredo?

-Arrest the Pearl Street office?
-No, I just wanna know.

They can't make me pay this, can they?

No, sir. No, they can't make you pay.

I mean, that's a legal opinion
you're giving me?

Oh, mister, please, I--

Sir, I'm an attorney.
They can't make you pay.

I mean, I pay my bills.
I don't want any trouble.

I mean, if I had to pay,
you know, if they made me, well,

I've been saving for the kids' education
and-and, there's the house.

I-I could just about cover it if I had to.

It's their mistake.
It's up to them to fix it.

Course it would be
a terrific setback for us.

Uh, but then that'd--

that'd be your legal opinion
that I'm probably all right?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-MAN: Want that number?
-Oh!

Uh, excuse me. Can I show you something?

Yeah, where do you want these phones?

No, it's these bills here.

MARIA: Hey...

You keep me around and I'll do you
better than you can believe.

Yeah, okay, baby.

That hurts.

-How far?
-Close.

-We're gettin' close, right?
-Yeah.

SID: It's only a little ways more.

(thumping car door)

Hey, Norm, it's our lives at stake.

(stutters) You know, I been thinkin',
what's the good of havin'

all that money in a box
if we're not alive to spend it?

Look, what are you
talkin' about, Sid, huh?

What are you talkin' about?
I'm taking him to the money, all right?

-Okay.
-All right.

SID: Okay.

-(thumping car door)
-No, man, it's my life.

You know, he's takin' you to $40,000.

-Well, he's got more than that.
-Shut up, Sid!

-Why don't you shut up, huh?
-He--

There's $40,000
at the place we're goin' to,

but he's got more at the other place.

We should be goin' upstate.

-Just take us to this!
-All right.

-(sighs)
-Sarge, I got a wedding.

Little notice wouldn't hurt, Detective.

I'm givin' you as much notice
as the bride gave me.

I was gonna make the pop
right then, Captain,

then I see the room
is stuffed with illegals.

They get ten bucks per head
per night, Captain Furillo.

And that's on top of the welfare scam.

-Immigration ready to move?
-Yeah.

-We would like to be in on your bust, sir.
-Our warrants are ready, Captain.

-Okay, do it.
-Thank you, Captain.

MAN: So this guy says the Bureau
put a radio control in his head,

and we activate it at night.

Well, there's no rational
pattern to fix on.

The only way to catch these guys
is out of left field.

Gentlemen...

HENRY: Mr. Lahey has
regained consciousness.

Our detectives are finished
at the drug store.

Nothing else there had been touched.

Our company's extensively
checked the distribution log

those pain relievers came from, Captain.

-It's clean.
-Graphology's come up empty.

Paper it was written on is common as dirt.

I better call the motel
and get them to extend.

I just been through one of these,
you know, down south.

Had to get a release from a man
who'd taken cough syrup full of lye.

Wasn't anything left of his lungs.

Hearing him breathe, quite honestly,

I thought the man
would've been better off dead.

I did it! You want poison?

You look in the food that manager
gives his crazy dogs, huh!

Every night I hear them! (chuckles)

-Now I get a little peace and quiet.
-Excuse me, sir, that's my cup.

You put me where they got no Doberman!

Now playing left field...

(organ playing softly)

(yawning)

And with all my earthly goods,
I thee endow.

And with all my earthly goods...

I thee endow.

You think Tommy
had to write this out on his cuff?

OFFICIANT: By the authority vested in me

in the eyes of God and man,
Thomas and Carlotta,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

I'm not gonna kiss the bride, okay?

-All right?
-CARLOTTA: What is it, Tommy?

You've been steppin' out, okay?

Let me out.

-J.D.: Hey, sit down.
-I know what you been doin',

and I know who you been doin' it with too!

-Tommy! Stop!
-Hey, look!

Jeez, Petey Severino's
been boppin' her too!

-(clamoring)
-We better help, man.

Sanzone's got some grip on him, you know.
Man's got hands like a vice!

-J.D.: Hey!
-(gagging)

-(door slams)
-(indistinct chatter)

-(banging on door)
-Hey!

-(choking)
-I should go to him, I should talk to him.

-I would stay here for the moment.
-He's right, Carly, stay.

I'm on for 800 for a reception afterwards.

Shut up, Daddy!

I think we may have
to go candid here, all right?

Is there an understandin'
of what I'm sayin'?

(stammers)
I mean, uh... what do you mean, candid?

I mean, Severino's color ain't too great.

-What do you think, Carlotta?
-What's he talkin' about?

Whatever's right.

(choking)

Tommy, Tommy, hey, hey.

-What do you want, J.D.?
-Come on. Come on.

(choking) Tommy, could you
move your thumbs just a little?

Y-you got your thumbs
right on my windpipe.

-Move your thumbs, Tommy.
-Think I wanna do this, huh?

Oh, thanks. Oh, God.

What would you do?

My best man!

Depends, depends on who else was involved.

What do you mean?

Tommy, nobody wants to throw stones here,
but the truth is, before marriage,

some people are sexually active.

(stutters) And I think that
that might possibly just be the case here.

-Carlotta?
-Carlotta.

-How many more, Carlotta, huh?
-Oh, God!

How many?

-Let Severino go, would you, Tommy?
-How many?

So, Tommy, I was watching
this movie last night.

It's Frank Sinatra and Jack Hawkins.

And Hawkins is telling Sinatra
about this tribe

that's only got the numbers
one, two, and three.

What are you talkin' about?

Above that, all this tribe says is,

"More than three."

It's their only other number.

-Hmm.
-(gags) Oh, Tommy, thanks.

All right, okay, all right.

The thing's got a combination
to it, all right?

I stole it from a warehouse.

-There, all right?
-All right.

All right, listen, you got me
scared now, I'm tellin' you.

I'm afraid I'm gonna open the safe
and you're gonna blow my head off.

-Go on, do it, man!
-It's okay, man, he's cool.

He's afraid! We're both afraid!

I'm afraid that I'm gonna open the safe

and, uh, that's when
you're gonna do it to me.

-That's when you won't need me anymore.
-Open it, man!

All right, I'm scared, all right?
You got me afraid that--

That you're gonna do it to me then--

You don't open it
or I'll blow your face off!

I'll blow your head off right now!

You better do it, man.

Okay, I'm gonna do it now.
I'm opening the safe now, see.

-Please.
-I'm opening the safe now.

I'm opening it up, please.

-Open it or I'll shoot you!
-Just take it easy.

Oh, my God, please, don't kill us.

-Don't kill us!
-I'm opening it!

I'm opening the safe.
All right, take it easy.

Open it or I'll shoot you now!

-All right, all right, God.
-I'm opening it up.

All right, take it easy.
I'm opening it up.

You're opening it now, Norm?

I'm on the last number now,
Sid, you hear me?

Please, don't kill me!

-Norm, I'm taking him now!
-Get away from...

-You son of a...
-(gunshot)

(sobbing)

(panting)

Oh... Norm.

You're a jerk for coming back.

Now Lenny's gonna get crazy.

What is this?

The glutton for punishment contest?

Uh, cerveza. Cerveza fria.

Yeah, beer? What else?

-I'm tired. I want a room.
-Unbelievable.

-Do I get a room?
-(scoffing)

You get nothin'. You get hurt!

-(grunting)
-(growling)

(groaning)

When do I get hurt, slime face? Huh?

Immigration, hold it! You're under arrest.

I'm a police officer, and you are busted!

(police siren in distance)

I'm going to be moving
back to my apartment.

In the mornings, Mrs. Harrison's
gonna make you your breakfast.

-Oh?
-Brenda told me just how you like it.

How 'bout that?

And, um, Meals on Wheels
is gonna come by during the day,

and I'll have supper with you every night.

Is it 'cause I made a mistake
about the pork chop the other night?

Are you in trouble, Brenda?

It's gonna be better for us now, Grandma.

I was trying to do too much,

and it made me upset.

And so I wasn't helping you at all.

It's gonna be better for us now.

No thanks, Puddin'.

I don't believe I could eat a thing.

You really think it's gonna work?

I don't know. Maybe.

Oh, yeah.

Don't get old, Renko.

I'm gonna start lying about my age.

-(door opens)
-That won't get it.

I just want to point out
a fact to you, Norman.

There's a car parked out in front

with a suitcase in the trunk.

And it doesn't have
to be a part of any of this.

Forget it, Sid.

I'm just sayin'.
I'm just makin' an observation.

-No shot.
-Police.

-(knocking on door)
-Yeah, yeah.

Lieutenant Buntz, Hill Street.

These here.

Also, there's an associated 14-17,
third floor loft, Dekker and Swenson.

Also got a crack wagon parked outside.

There's a suitcase
full of soda in the trunk.

-It's a burgundy Cutlass.
-This the perp?

No.

No, just an impoverished citizen.

How did your keys get there?

I put them there.

You sure?

When did you pass the bar exam, Furillo?

I found them in the door when I came in.

-You're kidding?
-Would I kid you?

Portrait of a person spread so thin,

she doesn't know
if she's on foot or horseback.

I'd say it's the portrait of a person
keeping 12 plates spinning in the air.

How come I see them all teetering
and falling to the floor?

Could be worse.

Could've been on that plane
that crashed on Ingram Avenue.

In which case,
I would've been a dope smuggler.

(chuckling)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, Nate.

All right.

Thank you for calling.

-(hangs up phone)
-What's wrong?

Someone I represented
until this morning...

Arthur Baker.

He was a frightened,
little drug addict and thief,

and he was stabbed
at Michigan Avenue holding.

Oh, God.

I wonder if they heard me talking.

Who?

(sighs)

The kid who killed him was one of the kids

that I did intake on today,

and maybe he heard me
talking to his lawyer

about Arthur being an informant.

(exhaling)

Oh, Frank.

All those plates.

(sniffles, sighs)

And all of them spinning.

-(dog barking)
-If we see him again,

we should make him give us money.

If I see him again,
he better have eyes behind his head,

'cause I'mma hit him with a brick.

-What do you think was in it?
-In that suitcase?

Drugs.

I bet it was money,
enough money to make you rich.

Maybe they were going someplace.

Going away to the islands.

(footsteps fading)

(door closing)

-(footsteps approaching)
-(light clicks)

(closing theme playing)