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- Okay. I am leaving.

Could we push dinner an hour?

- Commission work?

- No, files.

We issued a duces tecum
to Inspector McCarthy,

and he must have brought
his life story with him.

- Frank, you got to
let yourself up a little.

- We're in too far
to have nothing.

- I'll be thinking unceasingly
of you as I hold the lamb chops.

What time?

7:30.

- You lie.

8:00?

8:00.

- Item 6, khaki officers.

- Now, I had to let
another one go yesterday.

- I know. I know. I know,
she was a knockout.

Yeah, but she couldn't file.

She couldn't intake.

- You sure about that, Sarge?

- Well, this is the fourth
khaki officer in 10 days

ever since Schnitz
and DeRoy eloped.

- I don't know whether I'm
getting fussy in my old age

or whether personnel's
gone bing bong.

Anyway, today is a fresh
start with a new face.

Let's help her along.

Hope everything
works out for the best.

Item 7, assignments.

Detective Belker is undercover

at the 145th
Street bus terminal.

He's handling baggage, he's
checking drug transactions

which I now understand
are about as covert

as the Istanbul Grand Bazaar.

- Yeah, also, Detectives
Washington and LaRue

continue their
investigation on the death

of Detective Garibaldi.

Maybe day ten's gonna
be lucky, fellas, huh?

Now, the last item...

The last item is delicate.

It's very personal.

Now, I happen to find
on the squad room floor

yesterday p.m., a list.

It's a collection of 12
women's names and initials.

People, venereal disease
is nothing to sneeze at.

- If this is females with which
that person has had contact with

I can only encourage
the party who lost this list

to come forward
and reclaim same,

no questions asked.

- Hey, Sarge.

Is the name Didi on that list?

- No, listen, it's not
funny. It's not funny.

If it was you, J.D.,
or anybody else,

it is your duty to notify
the other persons on the list

so they can get
their penicillin shots.

Now, I'm gonna post the
list upstairs in an envelope

on the watch board.

- I want the proper party
to pick it up and I don't want

anybody schoolboying around.

- Okay, that's it.
Let's have a safe shift.

Let's go do our jobs
and do 'em good.

Uh, Joseph?

- I got an itch, Sarge. You
ever have an itch before?

- Not there, Joe.

- I think that's my bag.

- I got to see your ticket.

- The brown one.

- Hey, there's a guy coming
through with a chicken jacket,

maroon knit cap about
5'11". Might be a player.

- Copy.

- You watch him.

- Mine, the big duffle.

- You got a bus ticket?

- I lost it. It's
that one there.

- Stay with chicken jacket, I
think we got something here.

- Better mind your
own business...

Hey, wait up.
- Springfield bus.

- My mama is, she's already
on. Give me a hand with this.

- Last call for Bus 18
departing for Springfield.

We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

C Surplus store, corner
People's Drive on 24th Street.

- Stan.

Commissioner in
about an hour and a half.

- Right there.

- Good morning.

Good morning, Sergeant.

- Mrs. Furillo.

- Magenta 11 requests.

Also, Mr. Garibaldi
understood that there may be

some things left in Harry's
locker to be picked up.

He's leaving town tonight.

- I think they're still
in evidence impound.

- Can't we have
the impound lifted?

It's been ten days.

- I'll see what I can do.
- Good. Thank you.

Well, I'm off to
deliver my Magenta 11

to four other precincts.

- I can't help thinking this
worked out better before.

- You're right, it did.

- My cousin.

- Is that so?

- Well, this isn't
what you think, Stan.

I mean, it's a
list, but it's not...

I don't have any infections.

- Or your cousin.

- Yeah. Neither of us.

It was just people I've known.

- So there's no public
health component.

- No public health component.

- Well, that's all.

- Sergeant Jablowski?

- Yeah. "Blonski."

- Maureen Dolan.

Mr. Pierson in personnel
told me to report to you.

- Oh, well, why don't you
step over here, Maureen?

Do you have any experience
in this kind of work?

- Well, I did the weekend
course, of course.

- Of course.

- And I've done
uniform counter work.

And my last job was in
the car rental industry.

- Oh.

- Sergeant Jablonski?
- Yeah, just a sec.

- I'm transfer Rodriguez.

- Just a second,
transfer Rodriguez.

Car rental, is that so?

- Lieutenant Buntz?
- Yeah?

- Can you direct me towards
Detectives LaRue and Washington?

- They're out.

- Listen, I got
something real urgent.

Maybe me and you could talk?

- Yeah, come on.

- There's this individual,
Lou Russ, very bad.

- Like something
you'd see in a cage

playing with a rubber tire.

He approaches me
this morning on the street

about unloading
some army weapons.

- Picked you right
out of the blue, right?

- I'm talking about some
serious hardware, Lieutenant.

Automatic weapons, machine guns,

stuff you don't
want on the street.

Have I got some interest?

- So far you're accessory
to a federal crime.

- My thinking exactly.

I mean, I'm alone with
this guy in a basement,

and he's showing me
all kinds of fire power.

I'm thinking to myself, Sid,
what kind of move is this

for a person in a
parole situation?

I'm going to be middle
man for gun deals,

sweating out 40
bucks on either end?

Come on, back on call, Sidney.

- This isn't going to be
like an uplifting story, is it?

- Unh-uh.

- He's kneeling
down in front of me,

clawing open a
cartoon of grenades.

I'm standing behind him, bing.

I come to my senses.

With a crow bar,

bash on the back of the head.

I was scared he
wasn't going to go down.

What a relief.

- Are you a psychopath?
- No.

I went through
a phase like that,

but this was for real.
The guy is still there.

I handcuffed him
to the steam pipe.

- Where's this
steam pipe located?

- The warehouse district.

- This guy better be there.

- Hey, I promise you, unless
he chewed off his hand.

- Let's go find out.
- Thank you.

Hey...

can I call you Norm?

- Guys, nobody Andy
Sedita did business with

is gonna buy paper on
a cop. Not in this climate.

- Maybe they didn't
know he was a cop.

- Sedita told me he
was asking on a cop.

He's not gonna tell Mogli,
he's not gonna tell Russi.

Hey, we go our standards, too.

We like to know the
applicant's occupation.

- Hey, you bored
with us, Santangelo?

- All right, you
got a job to do.

Look, there's some things
you learn in this business, fellas.

You could take an oath,
you jump up and down,

you break furniture.

Some paper doesn't make it,
some of those you gotta write off.

- We're not writing
off Garibaldi.

- Well, I hope
something turns up.

- Come on.

- You ever done this before?

- I know the procedure.

- That's not what I asked you.

- No.

- All right, come on.

I want you to stay behind
my peripheral vision.

That's right about here.

Everything in back
of that is your problem.

Look at here, Rodriguez, huh?

Now, this is what you call
tough but not too bright.

Now, we're gonna unlock
you, and we're gonna cuff you

behind your back.
You got it, tough guy?

I want you to hold your breath.

If you breathe, you get
another nipple, all right?

- Yeah.

- Ready?

And hold it.

- He's cuffed, Lieutenant.

- Okay.

Big breath now.

Oh.

You like that, huh?

I had scampi last night.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- I have Transportation
Officer Nizer, Sergeant.

- Nizer, this is
Sergeant Jablonski.

Belker hasn't called in yet.

Well, if he told you
to tail him, tail him.

Well, maybe his handy
talkie's on the fritz.

Maybe he doesn't
have anything to report.

Yeah, I notified all units.

Right.

Communications
foul up with Belker.

- Maybe he's shopping.

- Last call for Bus 18
departing at the train station.

Passengers...
this is last call...

- Okay, that's it...

- Mr. Pak, Trenton, what's good?

- Good apples today.
- Listen to him.

He knows fruit, man,
take the cherries, okay?

- Everything okay, Mr. Pak?

- He try very hard.

- You allowing him
to make change yet?

- Not yet. Soon.

- Oh, Trenton, let's go
with the cherries, man.

- All right, found the cherries.

Kept my thumb off the
scale, being he's a cop.

- What are you saying?
Leaving thumb on scale?

- Look, it was a joke, man.

You know, joke, Mr. Pak?

- Want some?
- $1.50.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

- It's really the best.

- Hey, I'm worried, man.

- Jody... and them have
been coming around here.

Wants me to tighten him up
or he's gonna trash the place.

Says the neighborhood
don't need no zipperheads.

- Jody's a punk, Trenton.

You got a job to do here, man.

- $3.50 change, count.

75, $2.
- $2.

He got me talking like him now.

- Three, four...

Five.

- Thanks, Mr. Pak.
- Thank you, sir.

- Keep me up on
what's going down.

- Look I got to
handle this myself.

- If you can't, just call me.

It's simple.

- We should prepare
for an initial arraignment

on possession of stolen
property, Mr. Russ.

However, considering the
weapons were of military origin,

there may be a second
arraignment on federal charges.

- Yeah. We won't
bother with all that.

- I'm afraid I don't follow.

- I got something to give, lady.

- These are serious charges.

You have to be offering
something substantial

or there's no point
in even approaching

the district attorney.

- But that if I just marched
into that big commission

they got going

and I give them the dude
who off'd Chief Keenan.

You think that
would interest them?

- Yes, they'd be interested.

- Of course, then I'd have
to get me some immunity.

Am I right?

- The other side is interested
in trading up, Mr. Russ,

as long as they feel that
what you're giving them

is worth more than what
they're charging you with,

they may deal.

- No immunity...

no Keenan.

- I'll talk to them.

- I'll start on Reed's
numbers, Frank.

- Captain, I've got a client
you'll want to speak to.

- About?

- Commission matters,
Joe Keenan's killer.

- Interrogation?
- Lineup.

He wants immunity,
Frank. Know that going in.

- Henry, something on
the Keenan investigation.

Get Irwin for me,
would you please?

- When Keenan was killed,
you found the murder weapon,

a chrome finish 357
Magnum, Smith & Wesson.

- That's the way it was
described in the newspapers.

- Papers give the serial number?

- No.

- Well, you get your files out,

because I'm going
to give them to you.

- That weapon wasn't registered.

How is it you have
the serial number?

- I sold that gun.

I keep the serial
numbers right here.

The series is 6N.

The number is 43751.

- That's correct.

- The first snort was free.

That's as far as I
go without immunity,

but you better believe I can
tell you who I sold that gun to.

- Terms, gentlemen?

- For testimony to the
Commission, naming names

and at any subsequent
trial, we can grant immunity

from prosecution on
all charges pertaining

to the military weapons.

- I can live with that.

- That's big of
you, but I can't.

Look, I'm not gonna
be talking weapons.

I'm gonna be
talking about Keenan.

- You could get up there
and say you killed Keenan,

and there's no way we're
granting immunity on that.

- I didn't kill Keenan.

- That's what I
needed to hear, Frank.

Let's give him
immunity, nothing else.

- Suppose we proceed
with the understanding

that if you pulled the trigger
on Keenan, there is no immunity.

- As to the other crimes, we
can give you testimonial immunity

when responding
to our direct inquiry.

- What's that?

- Testimonial immunity means
that any statement you give us,

or anywhere that
statement leads us,

cannot be used against
you, but the police

could still prove the crime
against you independently.

- So, then, that's not total
and complete immunity.

- It's as total and complete
as we've ever gone.

- May we go total
and complete immunity

on all matters
Commission related?

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, I'm worth it.

- Let's go.

Let's get Mr. Russ signed.

See if we can get him
downtown for a 1:00.

- Bus 64 has just arrived
from Glen Ellyn, Lake Forest,

Elgin, Evanston, and
Northwestern at Gate 3B.

If you are meeting passengers
incoming from these cities,

they are disembarking
at Gate 3B immediately.

- Somebody! Let me out!

- There's a person in there.

Somebody call the porter.

Someone inside?

- Yes!

- Who are you?

Will you please
open the duffle bag?

- Why don't you help him?

- Okay. I'm gonna let you out.

Wayne!

Watch your head.

- Where is this?

- Springfield.

What were you doing in there?

- I will tell you now,
a story of persecution,

a story of a great
family driven into hiding

under the tyranny of
Godless communism.

Many in the family
were discovered,

accused falsely as symbols of
decadence they were destroyed,

their young were sometimes
eaten as delicacies at state banquets.

But those of great
spirit prevailed.

With us today,
survivor of the great clan

smuggled into Hong Kong
less than a decade ago,

my friends, Empress Ping May.

Franchise owners are
moving among you now

with the Empress' offspring.

As we continue, touch and
savor the tactile pleasure

of Shar-Pei, the natural velour,

the single coat unique
to this rare breed.

This dog raised
to verile perfection

could bring each of
you an income of...

Mr. Shannon.

What was your income last
month from stud and franchise fees?

- $4,200, sir.

- And as you
expand your territory,

you increase your
profits incrementally.

- Excuse me, Mr. Burhan,

so you're saying that
the investor owns a share

in all his stud's offspring?

- Exactly so, in
your franchise zone.

- Ah.

Well, I'm favorably impressed.

- However much
love, comfort the home,

Shar-Pei adds more
love, more comfort,

more companionship in
occasional moments of loneliness.

- Sweet.
- Yeah.

- Pick him up, sir.

- Don't be shy.

- Oh!

I'm all right. I'm all right.

You little Brigan, you.

- Will you examine
this weapon, Mr. Russ?

Let the record show, Mr. Russ
is examining Exhibit 53.

Do you recognize the weapon?

- Yes, I know this gun.

- When did you last see it?

- The day that Joe
Keenan was shot.

I sold that gun to an individual
named Charlie Weeks.

- Would you be referring
to a former police officer,

Charles Weeks, formerly
with the special narcotics?

- Yeah, he used to be a cop.

But he got himself
into a lot of trouble.

- How was it that Charles
Weeks came to you

for the purchase of that weapon?

- He knew me.

He knew I had guns.

- We were in
Harrisonville together.

Cops go to jail, too.

- May we get this straight
for the records, please?

On May 19th of last year,
Charles Weeks purchased

the weapon marked Exhibit
53 from you, is that correct?

- Yeah. He gave me $400 for it.

I gave him the
shells for nothing.

- Did he tell you why
he wanted the weapon?

- Said he was having
trouble with somebody big

and he needed a clean piece.

- Were you aware that
Charles Weeks had worked

for Deputy Chief Joe Keenan
as a so-called dirty tactics guy

in the Daniels for
Mayor campaign?

- Yeah, well, Charlie
had kind of a mouth.

He was always bragging
about how if Daniels got elected

he was gonna make
Charlie a big shot.

- When did you last
see Charles Weeks?

- It was Tuesday the
11th of this month,

10:00 in the morning.

- Why are you so
certain of that date?

- That was the day I
killed Harry Garibaldi.

- You asked him a
direct question just now.

- He didn't answer me directly.

- I don't even agree with that.

- You asked him how he
was certain about the date

he last saw Weeks.

He happened to kill
somebody that day?

- If I ask him the time
of day and he answers

"I killed Garibaldi,"
there's no immunity.

- Even on that one I'm not sure.

- Not sure? Irwin?

- He didn't just lug it
out of nowhere, Joyce.

- And you know damn
well he didn't, Irwin.

People, I'd advise you to
read the deal you signed.

- And I advise you, Counselor,
there's no way I let Russ

walk on Garibaldi's murder.

- That's up to you.

Just don't use that testimony
in any shape or form.

- We could take it
to appellate division

and try and get an
in-camera ruling.

- Can we win?

- Frank, what do you
want to do about Weeks?

- Bust him.

Go, find him.

- Let's try and live with
what we've got, Frank.

We just got Joe Keenan's killer.

That's what this whole
commission was impaneled for.

- I won't give up
Garibaldi, Irwin.

- I think we gave him up.

- Russ doesn't walk.
That doesn't happen.

- We won't need
these arrest warrants,

Mr. Weeks ain't here.

- We still want to
search the apartment.

- Suit yourself.

302 is right here.

- All right, thanks. Take off.

- What's your door
technique, Norm,

you a kicker or a croucher?

- Do I look like a
croucher to you?

Them Europeans nearly
ruined the game of football.

- I told you,
Mr. Weeks ain't here.

- I've been taking his mail.

- You're right. Go on, take off.

- Take it easy.

- Why, what do you mean?

- They got to rent
this place again.

- So? The next
guy will redecorate.

Whoa, whoa, look at
all these bed bugs, huh?

Old Weeks had a
lot of mouths to feed.

Look at here.

Here's the little woman, huh?

- I need a hand here.

- Yeah, sure thing.

What you got? Oh,
a strong box, huh?

Hey, maybe this is
pay dirt, Lieutenant.

- Can't budge it. I'll
heat up some water.

Get back.

Ta-da!

- Norm, N-G.

- You know, you and me,
we got a different approach,

Lieutenant. I try
to enjoy the work.

- I want you to enjoy the work.

I want you and me to get along.

I don't want to be
killed by a ricochet.

- Point taken.

- Attaboy.

- Your questions
have to be inductive.

- English, Irwin.

- You can't convey direct
information about Russ

or his connection
with Garibaldi's death.

You can only put
questions to them

about their own investigation.

- Tip me if I'm going wrong.

Give me your theory
of Garibaldi's killing.

- Nothing new on it, Captain.

- I'm not asking if
there's anything new.

Tell me your theory of the case.

- Well, we think it was
gambling related, Captain.

- We think Garibaldi
owed a bookie,

most likely Andy Sedita
and whoever he owed

sold the debt to a shylock.

- Captain, we've been to
every shylock Sedita ever used.

- Is there anything in the
circumstances of the case

that argue looking
to money sources

Sedita didn't typically use?

- You want us to do that?

- What do you
think you should do?

- What's going on?

- Answer me, JD.

You think we ought to go
to small scale users now?

- We could try
extortionists, Captain.

Six or five guys at
construction sites.

- Once you get a
printout on the eligibles,

I'd be interested to know how
you think we should proceed.

- We'll let you know
our thinking, Captain.

- What's the 20 questions?
- You're wasting time, JD.

- Hey, come on,
John. Let's go, babe.

- Was I legal, Irwin?

Yes or no?

- Maybe.

At least I can
make the argument.

Go ahead.

- Stan, Evan's collected a
Charles Weeks department.

We're going to
itemize and catalogue.

- Interrogation B.
- Thank you.

- Listen, I'll see
you in 30 seconds.

- If they tail me, can I leave?

- I suppose you could
request judicial relief

for lack of probable cause.

- I may ask you for that.

- Why don't you just
stay clean, Mr. Russ?

- A man's got to eat.

- Ah!

- You better hide, Judas.

- Don't you address
me in a threatening way.

- And you don't understand
what happened anyways.

- Are we done? Am I out?

- Out? What is he
talking about, "out"?

- I'm out of here, Sid.

- I'm skating.
- Hey, this man is under arrest.

Detective Buntz, he's
out. Louis Russ is out?

- Are you guys crazy?

- Yeah, I understand
he cut some kind of deal

with the furlough commission.

- You be good, Sid.

- I come down to get my $200,

I might as well use
it for a body bag.

- Hey, come on, let's have
your buddies okay your payout.

- Oh, come on, Lieutenant,
don't squeeze me now.

I'm gonna have to blow town.

- What's Furillo's shot, Neal?

- Whatever it is, he doesn't
want us to know about it.

- Let's not fight
the man, though.

- We're getting a ton of names.

If we can make the
inquiry more specific...

- Hey, if I could make
it more specific, I would.

- Hey, tell me your
arrangement with this guy.

- 50 bucks when he's right.

- 50?

Not 200?

- Oh, this is great. You guys.

You put a python
back on the street,

a little mouse is scrambling
around waiting to be lunch,

and you won't give him
his last piece of cheese.

- What's he talking about?

- Eh, he gave me
something this morning,

said you guys would
pay him to deuce.

- Louis Russ I gave him,

very good friend of
the Loch Ness Monster.

- I popped the guy for
moving some hot pieces.

Then he went in front of
the Captain's Commission,

and they must have
cut some kind of deal.

- Tell him the name.

- Russ, two S's, Louis.

- Punch it up, see if it fits
the profile we gave you.

I think I just heard a
penny drop in here.

- Louis Russ,
racketeering, assault...

- Give Sid his 50.

- Thanks for the help.

- Oh, my pleasure.

I need total facial surgery
and relocation from the state.

This should just about do it.

- JD?

- A shot in the dark, Captain.

- Louis Russ, is that the name
you want us to come up with?

- Frank...
- Listen to me, JD.

- Have you ever heard of a
case in which the accused

has been given bad Miranda?

- It's been known to happen.

- How did you go
forward in that situation?

- Its gonna make independently,
you can't use the confession

or any of its proceeds.

Are you telling me that
Russ got bad Miranda

for killing Garibaldi?

- JD.

- Don't say a world.

- I guess so.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

- I got something both
of you ought to listen to.

- Go ahead, I'll be right there.

- Renko. Look at
all this toilet paper.

- notify officer on incidents
at a Korean grocery store?

- Yeah, what happened?

- Robbery. Shots
fired, man down.

- You put a notify
officer on Pak's store?

- Let's go, Renko.
- What is this

with Trenton Moore,
why don't you adopt him?

- I hate this gunky ink.

- Ms. Dolan...

do you mind if I ask you a
completely candid question?

- Don't get naughty, Sarge.

- What do you mean?

- Nothing.

- Go ahead.

- How did you get this job?

- Well, I told you,
from Mr. Pierson.

- I know. I know.
From personnel.

But I also know that
you're civil service qualified.

- Unh-uh.
- Unh-uh? What, unh-uh?

You got to be qualified,
it's a civil service job.

- Well, then, I must be.

- Didn't you take a civil
service examination?

- See, I met
Mr. Pierson at the airport,

and I was just so lucky
'cause I had just lost

my rental car job,
and I was just walking

around the corner and
Fred and his cousin,

they were just coming
back from Atlantic City.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Fred, Fred being Mr. Pierson?

- Uh-huh.

And I just got so lucky
because he gave me his card

he said he thought there was
something he could do with me.

- I'll bet.

- Well, I mean, but if
there's an exam to take,

I'd be happy to take it.

- Excuse me.

- I'll watch the counter.

- Let's be honest with
each other, Charlie.

- Sure.

- I'm serious.

- Where are we?

- Weeks and Keenan
the day Keenan was killed.

- I just got a call.

A couple of Heights detectives
got caught stealing suits

and they're ratting
each other out.

- Can that go any place?

- This is my point.

We're the two people
can hurt each other,

and we can keep
each other protected.

- Makes sense.

- Look, I don't
figure you love me,

but I got $5,000 for you.

- I'm very fond of you.

- You're fond of me,
but you don't love me.

- Shows you, though,
when you save your pennies,

you saved another cop's salary.

Here's my point, Charlie.

I want to give you
that every year.

I want to be around
to give it to you.

- Same time next year, huh?
- Let's make it an annual thing.

- That's great.

- I don't want to
kill you, Weeks.

I want to live to
enjoy my money,

and I don't want to
burn in hell, okay?

- What's the matter?
- I don't want to think about

killing anyone, and
I don't want to be

looking over my shoulder,
you understand me?

- Calm down, we're okay.

- Are we okay?
- We're okay. We're all right.

- We're all right?
- We're all right.

Nobody's gonna kill anyone.

- Weeks was scared.

He killed Keenan
because he was scared.

- Nothing to incriminate...
- Is that relief I hear, Frank?

- There's still three big
envelopes to go through.

- Different agenda
this time, Tony.

- We want you to
look at some names.

- You're kidding. I'll get
a hernia carrying this.

- A few minutes of your time.
Just shop around in there.

- We're looking for street shys,
somebody who's looking maybe

to step up.
- The problem your cop had,

nobody in the streets gonna
lend that kind of money.

- We could start with the
As, let's start with the Rs.

- Fellas, there's like a
thousand names here.

- Hey JD, how about
that fire at... last year?

They ever find the torch?

- Ha, ha, ha, I
was at the shore.

Slow up if you want
me to look, huh?

- Sorry, my man.

- Roberts, no. Rotheryn.

There's a kid who had a
racket falling down in malls.

There's a guy who
fits, "Leg Breaker."

He was always looking
to get into finance.

- Louis Russ?

- Black fellow.

No offense, Detective,
you don't get too many

your color high
echelon shylocks.

- No initiative, huh?
- Who knows with that stuff.

- Let's try this guy, Russ.

- Thanks for your time.

- Forget it.

- Please.

- What happened?
- Very bad. They shot him.

How is he?
- He protect my mother.

- Who shot you, Trenton?

- His friend shot him.

- Jody Buffum shoot you,
huh, he do you, Trenton?

- Let me get him
to the hospital.

- You want to go to the
hospital with us, Mr. Pak?

- He protect my mother.

- I don't even trust
him to make change.

- Step back.

Mr. Pak, come on, Mr. Pak.
- Wanted to very much.

- Trenton would be
happy to see anybody.

- Very grateful. Ashamed.

- Excuse me.

Sorry.

You coming from Springfield?

You live here?

- No.

- You live in the city?

You want my pickle?

Go ahead, you're hungry.

I can always feel it
when somebody's hungry.

- No, thank you.

- My niece had a birthday party.

You want to see her picture?

- Cute.

How old?

- Nine months.

Ain't she a doll?

Oh, sorry.

- Let me try the pickle.

- Yeah, well, you tell
Mr. Pierson to call me

as soon as he gets back.

Now, don't forget.
Right away, huh? Okay.

- Sergeant.

- Yeah. Mrs. Furillo.

Mr. Garibaldi.

- I wanted to get
my son's things.

- Yeah, they've
just been released.

Downstairs, sir.

There's a notebook

a couple of other
documents that the detectives

want to hang onto.

- Mrs. Furillo said
they think maybe Harry

knew the person who killed him.

They think maybe
that he was in trouble.

- I just know what they're
holding for evidence.

- That's what I hear.

That's the rumors.

I don't believe it.

Everything here
has been cleared.

- Reed took me all of
ten minutes, Captain.

Your bust doesn't work.

- What bust?
- Louis Russ.

This orders his release.

This tells your detectives
not to follow him.

This isn't Gulag, gentlemen.

You don't make a deal at
noon and break it at 2:00.

- What's going on, Captain,
we brought this guy in

for questioning.
- Got tipped by an informant.

- Are these freestyle
or compulsory?

- How about it, can I go?

- Unless the Constitution has
been totally abrogated here.

- Check the writ, Stan.

If it's in order, let him go.

- Captain.

- Captain. Captain.

That slime killed Garibaldi.
- It's a court order, JD.

- So, we won't
exactly follow him.

We'll stay 101 yards away.

- That wouldn't be following
the spirit of the order.

- I don't believe this.
You just turned the law

inside out to get us
to pick the guy up.

- I won't go against
a direct court order.

- There's still legal
moves to play.

- Maybe we can send
the file to Division...

- Legal moves?
Legal freaking moves?

- Cut it out, JD.

- Mr. Burhan, yes...

- Yes, I would...

I'm ready to take that yin
in my yang, Mr. Burhan.

I'm ready to take
delivery of my Shar-Pei.

8:00 would be excellent.

Well, I suppose
I could pay cash,

although I would want
some sort of a record.

- Let's go, move! Move!
- Move it!

Move! Move!

- Guy's dead, Captain.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I'm
really, really sorry.

- It's all right.
It's not your fault!

It's not your fault. I could
have frisked him, too.

- Listen. It's all right.

- Nizer.

- Belker, where you been?

- I've been on a tail

- Did you call in? The
guys at your precinct

were worried about you.
- Forget it.

What happened to chicken jacket?

- Well, you're right.
The guy's a mole.

- He works for another guy.

- Where's the other guy?

- He deals out of a cab.

They're moving goods both
ways. They stash them in lockers.

Should we pop them?

- You take chicken jacket.

This one's mine.

Come on!

- You are busted!

- There he is.

- Yo. Hell.

- You did a good thing, Trenton.

- Yeah, sure.

I'll probably lose my damn job.

Pak will think I'm
too much trouble.

- No. No.

He's real grateful for
what you did, Trenton.

- I guess I'll go ahead
and bring those charges

against Jody.

- Glad you came, Mr. Pak.

- How you feeling, Trenton?

- He's worried that
you might fire him.

- No.
- Tell him.

- I don't know what that is
but you can't have it in hospital.

- It's for patient.

- Not for any of
my patients it isn't.

- Mr. Pak, why don't you
give this to the police?

- For police?

Fine.

- I sit with you, Trenton?

- Sure.

- It is said that the extreme
elasticity of your skin

enables you to invert
yourself in the jaws

of an assailant and deliver
a vicious a counter bite.

Did you know that? Hmm?

Oh, yes. I must say...

you are almost
zen-like in the purity

of your unattractiveness.

Aw. Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I hurt your feelings?

I'm sorry. You are
my favorite puppy.

Yes.

The soft little
wrinkles. Mm-hmm.

We are going to have
such a good time together.

And when you grow up,

yes, you are going
to have a harem

of beautiful Shar-Pei
bitches. Yes, you are.

No gender ambiguity
here, huh, big fella?

Meh, that's okay.

- It wasn't exactly how I
wanted to make the case.

- Only thing I'm sorry about
is the old man goes away.

- You start that vigilante
stuff, and you and me both

are out of jobs...

- JD.

- Hey, how you doing?

Hey, Lieutenant, you've
been working with Buntz.

He handle himself?

- He's okay.

Still unorthodox.

I don't like him.

There, I told the truth.

- You know, it ain't like
when you're married.

You don't have to love the guy.

- Hmm, goodnight.

- Hey, Lieutenant.

You okay?

- You think that list
was kind of short?

- Where?

Oh, that VD list
from this morning.

- It was a sweetheart's list.

My cousin's.

Think 12 names is pretty short.

- Well, your cousin, he
hasn't had his last... yet,

has he Lieutenant?

- Not yet.

- Hey, Lieutenant,
what's happening?

Hey, come on
and pull up a stool.

- Thanks.

- Goodnight, Lieutenant.

- Goodnight, JD.

- You know what
these are, Irwin?

These aren't anything Weeks did.

These are Xeroxes
of Keenan's records.

- Keenan's records?

- Day by day is
what it looks like.

Names, collections, payments.

We got him, Irwin.

- Weeks, I love this guy.

He stole, he
believes in records.

A prosecutor's dream.

- What's new in Pandora's box?

- Pretty interesting.

- Weeks must have
Xeroxed Keenan's files

to have something extra on him.

- Here's an interesting page.

Frank, there's six
names just on this page.

- You look like Cheshire Cats.

In memoriam, Louis
Russ gave you all this

and had the good grace
to get himself killed.

- Hello?

When?

No, take him directly
to Michigan Avenue,

maximum-security
24 hours, right.

Thanks.

Division just picked
up Charlie Weeks.

- May I say something?

I think tomorrow we're gonna
be pretty big heroes in this town.

- How about when
you're hot, you're hot?