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- What do you think?

- It's thorough, specific,
solid, terrific job.

- But?

- I'm surprised you don't
call for Daniels's resignation.

- It wasn't in the commission's
mandate to address that.

- Maybe not, but there's
enough here to make it

a reasonable conclusion.

- Then the chief should
draw it or City Council.

- Really. It's not my judgment,
not without criminality.

- You loyalist, Furillo.

- Look, if I were in Daniels's
shoes, I'd probably resign.

But I'm not, he is.

I'm gonna show him
the draft this morning.

- You're what?

- He commissioned
it. I owe it to him.

Maybe he'll do the right thing.

- Maybe.

- I love you.

See you at the council.

- I love you, Frank.

- Set up the barriers here.

- What happened?

- Bauer took off night
shift sick about three a.m.

Says this kid attacked
him on the way home.

- You made it, Rodriguez.

Screwed around long enough
to make it a day shift report.

- Witnesses?

- Bauer called it in himself.

- Him and his pal
tried to take me off.

Whacked me with
some kind of pipe.

- We find it?

- No, the kid took off with
it. The one I didn't pump.

- Thanks. Come on, Bauer.
I'll drive you to the house.

- Great. Just the way I
wanna spend my morning.

- Hey, it ain't exactly my
dream day either, Bauer.

How about we save the
whizzing and moaning?

It's open.

- Item Five, squad room
security procedures.

Now, short of
frisking everybody,

which isn't
practical, or installing

a separate entrance
with metal detectors,

which we don't
have the dough to do,

squad room access for civilians

is always gonna be
a matter of judgment.

That means there's
gonna be mistakes.

People, every one of you,
try to be a last checkpoint.

Try to be alert for bing-bongs
and weirdoes in case like

what happened last Thursday
with the grieving father

of Harry Garibaldi

in case your duty sergeant
makes a wrong call.

Okay, yeah, Item Six,

now people, this is not
one of those paintings

that you'll find at the
modern art museum.

- Believe it or not, this is
an ordinary traffic ticket.

It was returned
by the traffic court

for inability to prosecute
because of summons illegibility.

Now the violator here
seems to have been arrested

for something that reads
"fruther to hide slubstant."

- And the signature
on this magnificent

piece of police work

seems to read Benjie Binko.

- Now I don't recall any
officer Binko in this precinct.

And I would appreciate it
if he would step forward,

identify himself so
we could translate

these hieroglyphics, huh?

- All right, Andy, would
you be so good as to read

the original charge for us?

- What's this word here?

- I don't know,
Andy. You wrote it.

- Oh, failure to heed stop sign.

Anybody could see that.

- Nice going, Andy.

But from now, write 'em
so others can read em, huh?

- Officer Binko.
- Be quiet!

- We can't forget
the fundamentals.

Okay, people, let's
roll! Let's do the job.

- I am businessman! You
are stopping my business!

- Over here, camel breath!

- Sergeant Jablonski, if
memory serves, you have a dog?

- Blackie.

- Yes, well, perhaps
we could talk

after work about getting
Blackie a canine companion.

- I don't think Blackie and
me would be interested.

- Oh, well, I'm convinced that
we could kindle that interest.

Once you heard my presentation,

I'll say just one
word: Shar Pei.

- Shar Pei?
- Shar Pei.

He could bring a whole new
dimension to your lifestyle.

I'll look forward
to talking with you.

- Gees, I can hardly wait.

- Fazi, F-a-z-i.

Correct.

Why you arrest me
and not real criminals?

- 'Cause the
subway is off-limits

to unlicensed vendors.

- These toys are
for little babies

to make them
happy, not be crying.

Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!

Hello, little baby.

- Babies really like this thing?

- Are you kidding with me? Meow!

They're crazy nuts for
them. You have baby?

Here, take, take.
I give, I give.

Yes. Here you are.
You take and I go.

Meow! Meow!

- Fazi go?

- Animal charades, Mick?

- Fazi, stay!
- Animal charades?

Why don't you mind your
own freaking business,

you freaking queeg!

- Captain?
- I'll be right there.

- Captain, we got
an officer-involved

night shift guy, Dave Bauer.

- Was it a good shooting?
- I'm gonna write it up now.

- Victim was on a
scholarship to Amherst.

He was back in the city to
present a Dubois Merit Award.

That was his high
school principal

who wants a meeting with you.

- Any time after the
City Council hearing.

- Stan, Chief Daniels's
office. Back in an hour.

- Right, Captain.

- We've got
community heat on this

even though it was
a righteous shoot.

Kid sounds like Horatio Alger.

- What was Horatio doing on
that street at four in the morning?

- What was Dave
Bauer doing there?

- Oh, Lieutenant,
I know you're not

a hands-on kind
of personnel officer.

- You got that right.

- Yeah, but we been
through seven khakis

in the last two weeks.

- Well, maybe eight's
the magic number.

- Lieutenant, the
people that we're getting

from this guy Pearson
in Department Personnel

just ain't qualified.

I'm not sure this Miss
Dolan even took the exam.

- Check her records?
- Yeah.

Says that she took the exam.

But the day after
that incident with

Garibaldi's father,
she was waffling.

You wanna know what I think?

- Only if I don't have
to do anything about it.

- I believe that job
opportunities are being offered

in return for certain favors.

- Favors?

- Like of a sexual nature.

- So you figure Pearson's
turning these ladies

over before he turns them out?

- It's certainly not a
subject that I wanna

brooch with the man.

But that's my guess. Correct?

- Well, yeah, I guess
maybe this is the kind of thing

I should look into.

- I wish you would.

- Tell Miss Dolan I'd like
to see her in the lineup.

- I appreciate that.

- Hey, I'm the
personnel officer.

- Hey, Lynnetta.
It's J. D. LaRue.

Listen, this is a cop
hangout we're going to

so don't break
out the A threads.

And don't eat lunch.

Dinner's being prepared
by Cordon Bleu LaRue.

- Hey, do you guys mind?

- Okay, baby. Good.

See you later. Me too.

- Okay, go ahead.

- Okay, so I'm outta the
car. I'm fighting with this kid.

Whack, he hits me right here
with a steel pipe and I'm down.

But I got him by the sweatshirt.

I'm holding onto him,
trying to pull out my piece.

Now this other kid
comes out of nowhere,

who he also is trying
to kick hell outta me.

I get off a shot, the
other kid screams.

The first kid lets go.

He turns to the other kid
who's hit, which I also tried

to plant the first kid too.

I took two shots at
him, but he got away.

- Can you describe
the assailant who ran?

- Yeah, he's 5'9", gray
sweatshirt, green pants.

- See his face?
- No.

It was a no-write
up brand stalking.

- Hey, why don't you
save the attitude, huh?

- Hey, I see his face, I'm
gonna get his face first, aren't I?

- Hey, listen, Bauer.

For openers,
your story is a joke.

If you stopped at
the convenience

at 133 and Decker, how
come you parked at 131?

- There was no closer spots.

- Aw, well, congratulations
for being the first cop

in history not to double-park.

- Excuse me. Officer Bauer?

IAD Officer Shipman.
- Join the inquisition.

- I'm here to get your statement
about this morning's incident.

- I just gave it to these guys.

- Separate
investigations, officer.

I'm afraid you'll have
to give it to me too.

- Could I talk to you
a sec, Officer Bauer?

- What's the problem?

- Listen, Bauer, your giving
IAD your statement is gonna

give us just enough time
to go the convenience

and find out you're
not on the night camera.

Now maybe you had
business on 131st.

And maybe you got a
good reason for not wanting

to talk about it.

Maybe it was a righteous shoot.

- I'm telling you, it was.

- I'm telling you, I
don't care how good

your reasons are for lying.

If you don't wanna be
treated like a perp instead

of another cop by the
time we get back here,

you better start giving
straight answers.

Come on. He's all yours.

- I'm looking through
or app file, Miss Dolan.

Well, I find a grade,
but no copy of a test.

- Well, Mr. Pearson gave
me the examination orally.

- I see.

And where did this
oral exam take place?

- In a hot tub.

- Pearson's got a hot tub?

- No. We went to the
Bubble Your Pleasure Spa.

It's pretty clear what
happened, isn't it?

Do you like playing cat and
mouse, making me feel dirty?

- Hey, hey, hey. Come on, here.

Here, go on. Give a blow.

I get 'em dry cleaned.

Look, I'm not making any moral
judgments here, Miss Dolan.

But I gotta get the facts.

- All right.

- So after the exam, then what?

Dance with no steps?
- I'm afraid so.

- Yeah. And the
next morning, what?

You wake up and,
bing, you're qualified?

- The next morning?
Try five minutes.

- Five minutes?

Like a kid with candy, huh?

- What is that supposed
to mean? I can't take this!

- Hey, hey, hey. Well,
take it easy, Miss Dolan.

- I'm not qualified! I
shouldn't have this job!

- Look...

- But I don't need to
take any pinch and tickle!

- Hey, I'm just making a
little joke here, all right?

I mean, we know you ain't no

Mary freakin' Poppins
here, you know?

- That is it! I quit!

- Hey, hey, hey! Look.
Hey, don't be upset.

Listen, I'm just fooling
around with you, right?

Just having a good time.

- I slept in mud.
I ate water bugs.

They killed my
woman. But I didn't care!

'Cause I had a mission to
bring the prisoners back home!

And you!

You didn't even write
your Congressman!

'Cause people don't care
about American servicemen

still missing in action!

They're right
there in the kitchen!

Americans!

Treated no better
than a water buffalo!

- Who you calling a buffalo?
Why don't you be quiet

and let these
folks eat in peace?

- What peace?

Americans in tiger
cages eating fish heads!

- Cisco?
- Who you talking to?

- You, Alan Branford.
Cut the crapola.

- You don't understand.
- No, you don't understand.

Now the show's over. Come on.

- Hey, air surveillance
photos! Prison in Laos!

Shows prisoners sitting
cross-legged, cross-legged!

Not squatting like Asians.
You know what that means?

- Hey, look, pal. I was there!

Don't be fooling with
that crap, all right?

- Hey, I ain't foolin'.

I just delivered a
birthday greeting.

I'm an actor.

I'm allowed to improvise
around my subtext.

- Al, Al, Al! What is this, huh?

- Oh, that's plastic.
It's a simulated M16.

Ack-ack-ack-ack.

- What do you...
All right, that's it, pal.

You're going in!

- No, Joe! Think
for just a second.

You wanna deal with this
guy for the next four hours?

Think about it.

- You want me to bust this guy?

- I want him out!
- Come on.

- You never let me win.

- Out!

- You know, Frank, when
people were telling me

one of my rising young
lieutenants was a drunk,

unfit to serve, an
embarrassment,

it wasn't easy to support you.

It took something you
obviously haven't got:

loyalty, a sense of gratitude.

- I said we'd follow the
evidence wherever it led, Chief.

- What evidence? Where?

There isn't a shred in
here to incriminate me.

You're using an amalgam
of insinuation and innuendo

to build your shrive
little conclusion.

- I didn't come here
to debate the findings.

- Then what?

- I thought you had
a right to see this

before it went to the Council.

- Why? So I'd have
time to fall on my sword?

So you could walk in there
with my badge in your pocket?

Frank, whatever last flickering
loyalty brought you here,

I'd like to appeal to now.

I'd like you to tear
out that last section

and leave it in my wastebasket.

The indictments of
Keenan's bunch and the rest,

fine, first-rate job.

But let's throw out this
last bunch of pontification.

- I won't do that, Chief.

- Then take your
best shot, friend.

But it won't be
the last one fired.

- Lt. Norman Buntz, Mr. Pearson.

Personnel officer, Hill Street.

- Phones out?
- No, the phone ain't out.

And don't crack wise
with me, Pearson.

- What's our problem?

- Our problem is that you
been sending us morons to be

our khaki officers which
me and my duty sergeant

couldn't figure out
until Miss Dolan told us

a little story about how
she got to be qualified

after you gave her a
little oral exam down

at the Bubble Your
Pleasure Hot Tub Salon?

- That little mutt.

- You're in it up to
your lips, Pearson.

You could be goin' away.

- No.
- No?

Falsification of records,
solicitation to commit lewd

and immoral acts?
- Oh, God.

- Oh, God is correct
there, Pearson.

You better get your mind right.

- What do you need?

- I need khakis that can
write their own names.

And preferably
some other people's.

- You got it.

- And starting today,
Miss Dolan, she left us.

- I'll have someone
there at two.

- All right.

- Lieutenant, all this
stuff about going to jail?

- Just do your job, all right?

- Well, you wanna help me
with my screening procedure?

I'm just thinking, you know.

If you had a
hands-on interview...

- What are you suggesting here?

- Oh, I just wanna be able
to satisfy your exact needs.

- Our exact needs are we
don't need anymore airheads.

- Tell you what. I'll send
a candidate up there.

She'll understand
that it's subject

to your interview approval.

Now all things being equal,
Lieutenant, give me a sense

in terms of physical appearance.

- How you mean?
- Lieutenant, loosen up.

What do you wanna
see in a woman?

- Tell you one thing.

I think this country's
too hung up on thinness.

- Just look at the
transcript, Lieutenant!

It's a record of a life!

- We're all aware of
Rodney Yarborough's

achievements, Mr. Stevenson.

- These would have
only been the beginning.

- You think it's gonna make
Mr. Yarborough feel any better?

- I think it's a little
late for you people

to start worrying about what
hurts James Yarborough.

- I'm sorry for your
loss, Mr. Yarborough.

The fact is, our officer
said he was attacked

by your son and another boy.

- Another boy? Another nigger?

- Oh, come on, Mr. Stevenson!

- An honor student!

My first full scholarship
to an Ivy League college

and you say he's out
committing a robbery.

- He was on that street.

- The officer said
there were two boys?

- That's correct.
- Henry?

- Captain Furillo,
this is Mr. Yarborough.

- I'm sorry for your loss, sir.

- Thank you, Captain.

- And Mr. Stevenson,
Rodney's principal.

- Your officer took
a precious asset

from our community, Captain.

Community's gonna
demand justice.

- We all want that,
Mr. Stevenson.

- Let's just leave
things for now.

Let's let the police
do their investigation.

- Justice better come quickly.
- Captain?

We checked the video
of that convenience store

Bauer said he went
to? He's not on it.

- Could he have
mistaken the store?

- Uh-uh.

Only one open around there
that time of night, Captain.

- Captain, I want your man
on a desk 'til further notice.

- The community's reacting
very strongly to this shooting.

- Wish we could give
you early disposition.

Officer Bauer's not
being very forthcoming.

- Captain, thank God.
They're killing me.

I mean, I'm raw meat
for that shoo-fly from IAD.

- Your statement
doesn't check out.

We can't place you at
that convenience store.

- Listen to me, Captain.

I got personal problems.

I got no home since
the wife kicked me out.

I can't sleep when I get off.

I have to drive
around to unwind.

I usually stop in that
place for smokes.

Maybe... Maybe I didn't
go in there last night.

I mean, I'm exhausted.
I just got beat up.

Maybe I'm confused.

Well, the point is,
it was a good shoot.

- You listen to me, Bauer.

Kid you shot wasn't some
street punk with a sheet.

He was in college.

He'd never had a
day's worth of trouble.

- I'm telling you, him and
the other kid took me off!

- And I'm prepared
to believe that.

But I wanna know
how it went down.

And I wanna know now.
Otherwise, get a lawyer.

- I already told it pretty
much the way it was.

Except there was a girl there.

- I don't want to extract
this piece by piece.

- All right, all right.
I was with a hooker.

- You know her name?

- Junelle.

- Pick her up.

See if she corroborates
Bauer's statement.

- You got it, Captain.
- Frank? We gotta get going.

- Got the indictments?
- Signed and sealed.

Nervous? Terrified?

- Nope. Too late for that now.

- I came here to get my
sciatic nerve massaged

and some fruitcake almost
kills me with a bow and arrow.

- If it's that Branford
jerk again, Luce...

- Hey. Is this guy all right?

- Angina. We called
his cardiologist.

- They say it's over.
They say we lost.

But it'll never be over

'til we get you back
to America free.

- Put that bow and
arrow down, Branford!

- We gotta get them outta here.

- Come on, come on,
get down. Fun's over now.

- I have a mission
to accomplish.

- Right.
- You can't stop me.

- Mm-hmm.
- Only delay me.

- Right.

- Yeah, well, we'll
see about that.

You have the right
to remain silent.

- Hey, you looking
awful good today.

- Shut up, Branford!

- Hey, you better
listen to me now!

- Hey, what's the problem?

It's just got rubber tips
on the end of the arrows.

- Yeah?

You should have told
that to the guy outside.

He doesn't have
a rubber tip chest

and those are real angina pains.

- Come on!

You have the right
to remain silent.

You give up the right to
remain silent, anything you say...

- Back to business
for everybody!

- Mr. Burhan?

- Lieutenant Hunter,
you'll have to forgive me.

I'm late for a plane.

- Oh, could I just
have 30 seconds, sir?

I need a quick pep talk.

- What's the problem?

- Well, I have
approached a number

of my colleagues and friends

and I am certain that I've
been close to some sales.

- Not a good closer, eh?

- Well, I was hoping that you
could rev me up, you know?

When I left after
our first meeting,

I was going full throttle.

- Your situation cries
out for a sales support

group seminar, Lieutenant.

Enroll in my section. It's $100.

Did you bring you check book?

- Well, no.

I didn't think there'd
be any further cost.

- Lieutenant, you
have an investment

that you must protect.

You came wishing
to be revved up?

The support group
will rev you up. $100.

- Well, let's see if
I have any money.

- Discount for cash.
- Oh. All I have is $40.

- Accepted. I trust
you for the rest.

- When does the
support group meet?

- I will inform you
by registered mail.

- Magnus Burhan?
- Who wants to know?

- Detective John
Scanlon, Bunco Squad.

I have a warrant
for your arrest.

- Mr. Burhan isn't here.
- That's Burhan.

Lieutenant Hunter,
Hill Street Precinct.

What are the charges?

- Guy's running Ponzi
schemes in five states.

- Oh, Judas.

- Conclusion Eight.

The commission today
files indictments against

39 police officers from four
precincts and Central Division.

Obviously, this number
of indictments and

the organized nature
of the criminal activities

of Deputy Chief Keenan
and his associates raises

the question of possible
department-wide corruption.

We find no evidence
of systemic corruption

other than this network
established by Keenan.

While the commission finds
no evidence of criminal activity

on the part of the Chief
of Police, Fletcher Daniels,

we nevertheless
observe that Keenan was

the Chief's deputy for
three and a half years

and was also employed in
Daniels's mayoral campaign.

It's the opinion of
the commission that,

if Chief Daniels didn't know
what Deputy Chief Keenan

was doing, he should have known.

Finally, the commission regrets
the attitude among many members

of the force who testified
that a certain amount

of corruption "goes
with the territory".

Corruption flourishes where
an atmosphere of tolerance

for it prevails.

The appointment of this
commission by Chief Daniels,

while a positive step to clear
the air, is only a beginning.

We must not wait five years to
continue the work begun today.

Thank you.

- Thank you, Captain.

On behalf of the
entire subcommittee,

this meeting is adjourned.

- I don't question
Captain Furillo's intentions.

I don't accuse him
of personal ambition.

I do feel his conclusions
distort the evidence

in his own committee's report.

Naturally, I'm heartened
that Captain Scapizzi

who also served
on the commission,

shares my feelings.

- That's correct.

- Chief Daniels, do you have
any intention of resigning?

- Absolutely not.

And given all the trumpet
blasts of righteousness

that Captain Furillo
has been sounding,

I feel quite certain if
he felt I should resign,

he'd have called
for my resignation.

- Watch your back, Furillo.

- I understand and sympathize
with the community's concern

over the loss of this young man.

In a small way, I
hope my presence here

today dramatizes that concern.

- Has Officer Bauer
been arrested, Chief?

- The shooting of
Rodney Yarborough

and the robbery which
Hill Street Officer Bauer

alleges preceded it are
both under investigation.

In addition, Hill
Street Officer Bauer's

status is currently under
review by Internal Affairs.

I can guarantee you that,
as soon as all the facts are in,

appropriate
measures will be taken.

- Then an arrest is imminent?

- I'll have to consult
with Captain Furillo

on that question.

As you know, the
Captain's been rather busy

on other fronts today.

- Miss Davenport, we
got a customer for you.

Alan Branford, Room B.

- Thank you, Sergeant. En garde.

I'll call you from court.

- Don't count on dinner.
- Long lunch, Captain?

- My office?

- Has there been any progress
on the Yarborough shooting?

- I won't discuss that here.

- You have a rather selective
concern for discretion, Captain.

- All right, Junelle!
You can clear me!

Just tell the truth
about those kids!

- Back here!

- Is she a witness in the
Yarborough shooting?

- Come on, come on!

- Bauer's got a
supporting witness?

- Disappointed?

- I wanna hear
her interrogation.

- That's not appropriate.

- I wanna hear her
interrogation, Captain.

A rogue cop and a hooker.

This just gets
better and better.

- I ain't sayin' nothin' until I
know what you people want.

I been caught in
these switches before.

- Hey, ain't nobody
tryin' to catch you

in a switch, Junelle.
- Mm-hmm.

That's what they
said the last time.

And it cost me six months
in Margaret Cooper.

- She made a statement?

- We just got started, Chief.
- Who's he?

- I'm Chief of Police Daniels.
You have nothing to fear.

Just tell us exactly what
happened on that street

this morning.

And don't feel you have
to protect the policeman.

- You expect me to believe that?

- Ms. Robinson, has
anyone in this precinct,

anyone including
a senior officer,

tried to get you to
protect Officer Bauer?

- I don't know what they want.

I told them that when
they picked me up.

Just tell me what you need.

- The truth. We
just want the truth.

- And nothin' will happen?

All right.

I was coppin' up at
the Cuban zone, 137th.

And Bauer comes in
and scores some coke.

- An addict to boot.

How many of those you
got patrolling the Hill?

- Go on, Junelle.

- So Bauer seen
me and he tells me

I'm gonna give him a freebie.

Maybe I shouldn't say no more.

Maybe I need a lawyer with me!

- You have complete
immunity. Go on.

- So we get in the car.
And we go down to 131.

And I did the man, okay?

My side of the door was busted.

So he had to get outta
the car to let me out.

And that's when they jumped him.

- Who jumped him?
- Them two boys.

They must have followed us.

One of 'em I seen at
the Cubans all the time.

He hit Bauer up side
the head with a tire iron.

And Bauer started
fighting with him.

And then the other
one jumped in.

And then Bauer shoots.
And that's all I saw.

And that's when I ran like hell.

- So Bauer shot as
he was being attacked?

- That's right, and that's
the way it went down.

- They're gonna do it
to me. You know that?

This damn shoo-fly's
gonna cost me my kid.

- How's that?
- I'm in a custody fight.

She leaves him
locked in his room.

You believe that? Six years old?

Tried calling the slut all day.

Guess the fleet's in.

- You'll be able to
take care of a kid?

- I was gonna hire one of
them Central American illegals.

In the bin, you pay
'em $50 a week.

Junelle?

- Take her with you to Cubans.
- Right, Captain.

- You tell 'em
the truth, Junelle?

Excuse me, Chief
Daniels. Dave Bauer, sir.

I'm sure Junelle probably
didn't make me look

like a saint in there.

But if she told the
truth, I should be okay.

- Okay? Officer, what I heard
in that room turned my stomach.

You're a disgrace to the badge.

- Chief?
- What?

- Don't do it.
- Don't do what, Captain?

- Tar all Hill Street
with one bad cop.

- Let's be consistent, Furillo.

I failed to sniff out Keenan.

You're willing to
go after my scalp.

- Chief?
- Stay away from me, Bauer!

I think I need some fresh air.

This whole precinct
makes me sick.

- You know the
whereabouts of over 2,000

American servicemen
have not been verified?

Course, you don't
wanna think about that.

'Cause if you think about that,

then you gotta think
about the whole thing!

Am I right?

- Mr. Branford?
- Am I right?

- Mr. Branford!
- Hey, Joyce, how you doing?

You know, that
really knocks me out.

An actor's out there
in the general public

trying to practice his craft.

And he tries to raise a
little social consciousness

and everybody freaks out!

- Mr. Branford...

Alan, I'd like your consent

to request psychiatric
hospitalization.

- Of course. What
you like, I like.

But hospitalization at
this point in my career?

I don't know.

- It would probably prevent
the filing of criminal charges.

- Joyce...

Joyce.

I'm a complicated guy.

- That's fair.

- You know what they
do to complicated people

in the puzzle house?

They try to smooth this all out.

I do not want to lose who I am.

- Who are you?

- I don't know.

It's what I love about myself.

I only need one thing.

- What?
- A three-piece suit.

My cleaners is right
around the corner.

- I'll do what I can.

- J. D., I was just
thinking that maybe...

- Here it comes.
- What?

- Another do and don't about
Lynnetta at dinner tonight.

- I was just gonna
say that Lynnetta

might probably be a
little nervous, you know.

I mean, it's not that
she doesn't have

a sense of humor.

- Man, this woman has
got her hooks in you, man.

- Hey, man, check out Junelle.

- Well, now we know
what she be doing inside.

- Mm-hmm.

- He's in there on the sofa.

- Sweatshirt? Green pants?

- Mm-hmm. Derrick. I
remember his name now.

- Stay right there.

- Police! Freeze it!

- What's going on?
- Hey, I'm innocent, man.

- Well, come on, move,
move! Get your butt outta here!

- You're busted, Derrick.
- Oh, I'm busted, huh?

- Come on, bro. Let's go.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the
right to remain silent...

- Home boy, you ain't got
to 'splain nothing to me, man.

My brother dead.
- Who's your brother?

- Rodney Yarborough,
college hero.

- Uh-huh.
- Rodney dead now.

I don't care what you do to me.

- Mr. Branford, I have
the feeling that more

was involved here than
simply an actor plying his trade.

- Your Honor, I commit
to the parts I play.

And sometimes I
over-commit to them

and in my attempt to
force public awareness,

I have overstepped the
boundaries of my craft.

- You're saying
that, if I release you,

these exhibitions of
guerilla theater will cease?

- Yes, Your Honor.

I have just been
informed by my employer

that I have been terminated.

So I'm going back into repertory
theater downtown, O'Neal.

No automatic weapons involved.

- Seems pretty rational to me.

- Your Honor, you just
saw a man acting sane.

Believe me, Mr. Branford
needs years of psychotherapy.

- How about jail, Your Honor?

- I hate to put him in
Michigan Avenue, Irwin.

He'd be eaten alive.

You have a criminal complainer?

- No, Your Honor.

- Step back.

Mr. Branford, I'm gonna release
you on your own recognizance.

You'll return for a
hearing in two weeks.

Keep your nose clean

and I'll consider dropping
criminal charges at that time.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Bailiff, next case.

- I'd like to talk to you.

- You were beautiful in there.

- I'm not sure the judge
did what's best for you.

- I wanna take
you out to dinner.

I know a nice little
Andalusian restaurant...

- Don't you understand?

The judge freed you
against my recommendation!

I think you need help.

- I'm sure you do.

Don't you ever
shout at me again.

No, don't ever do that.

- Now level with me.
Where do I stand now?

- Junelle Robinson's statement
essentially corroborates yours.

LaRue and Washington
are out trying

to find the other assailant.

I think you're probably
okay as to the incident itself.

- My career's still
finished, though.

Am I right?

- She told us some
other things too.

- I know you probably
don't wanna hear this.

But, you know, I used
to be a pretty good cop.

- You're exhausted. Why
don't you get some sleep?

We'll talk tomorrow.

- I gotta square my life away.

Captain, I wanna resign.

- I think there's sense in that.

- If I quit, I might be able
to still save my pension.

I promise I'll try to clean up.

- I'd like to speak with
Officer Bauer again, Captain.

- Chief, the shoot was good.
What are you doing to me here?

- This isn't about the shooting.

I'd like you to submit to
a physical examination.

- Chief, I'm out on my feet.

- Officer Bauer, you may
want to consult an attorney.

- You have that right, Officer.

On the other hand, you may
just want to get it over with.

- I just wanna get myself
a security job someplace.

I just want a good enough
jacket to at least support myself.

- Are you willing to submit
to a physical examination,

Officer Bauer?

- You bastards.
You wanna see, huh?

Right there. That's where I hit.

And sometimes there.

I put eight good years in.

- Out of how many on the force?

- Officer Bauer, consider
yourself under suspension.

- So, Celeste Patterson?
- That's right.

- Uh, word processing,
bilingual typing?

Even CPR.

Now you sound like a
regular wonder woman.

- Well, I consider
myself qualified.

- So, did Mr. Pearson
say anything special

about the interview?

- Just that you'd be the
final judge if I got the job.

- Uh-huh.

And...

Did he give you any hints
in that area, Miss Patterson?

- You mean the hint where
either you and I get it on

or I don't get the job?

- Bingo.

- Well, I'm gonna tell
you the same thing I told

that scum-bucket Pearson.

There's me and
my six-year-old son.

Now I need this job.

And, thanks to you
two, I got it. Got it?

'Cause if I don't, I'm
gonna go to the mayor.

And I'm gonna go
to the Chief of Police.

And I'm gonna go
the State's Attorney.

And then I'm gonna go
see my Congressman.

And I'm gonna raise such a
stink about sexual harassment

that you're gonna wish
that you were dead!

- I'll be right back.
- All right.

- Hey, whoa, whoa!
- You need me for any more?

- Uh, no.

We're gonna need you for
a witness statement, Junelle.

It'll just be a little while.

Hey, why don't we go
roller skating afterward, huh?

- We know you're lying!
- Don't say that!

- Your brother died while you
were doing a felony, Derrick.

I'm about to charge
you with murder.

- I told Rodney not
to come out with me!

I moved out three years ago
so that he wouldn't get hooked!

Don't say I killed him,
man! Not my own brother!

No, man!

- PD's aren't back
from arraignment yet.

Put him in holding
and let him cool out.

- He wasn't there to rob!

He wasn't there
to get high, man!

He just wanted to protect me!

- Oh, Miss Patterson.
How'd it go?

- With Lieutenant Buntz?

- Do your like your
khakis in for work

a few minutes before
shift, Sergeant?

- A few minutes
beforehand would be great.

- See you at 0650.
- 0650, huh?

Oh, Lieutenant, Miss Patterson
looks like a keeper, huh?

Interview went good?

- Uh, very good,
exceptionally well-qualified.

- I appreciate your stepping in.

- Look, Sergeant,
don't ever involve me

in another personnel
question, all right?

The entire area is a quagmire.

- Excuse me.

I'd like to speak to
Lieutenant Goldblume, please?

- Mr. Yarborough?

- Lieutenant, there is a
way that my son Rodney

might have been
involved in that incident.

- Mr. Yarborough...

- Not robbing that officer, but
perhaps protecting someone else.

- Mr. Yarborough,
we've arrested Derrick.

- What's going on, Corrigan?

- Some guy with a bow and arrow.

He scared the hell
outta the employees.

Now he's just racing around.

There it is again.

- Is there anybody left inside?
- Yeah, an armed guard.

He just came on duty. And
nobody's seen him since.

I called for an EA team.

- What's he saying?
- I can't make it out.

We're gonna take this one, okay?

- Branford.

- I got him! I got the bastard!

- Man down! Call a medic!

- Hey, police! It's okay.

Let me take this.

- Call an ambulance.

- It's real, isn't it?
- It sure is.

- Hey, Luce, look
what else is real.

- Call an ambulance.

- At least you weren't a
party to Burhan's deceptions,

were you?

Oh, these are good.
You're a cute little fella.

Give me a kiss.

- Stay right there, you hear
me? Stay there, stay there.

- How do you do? I'm
Prunella Ashton-Wilkes.

- Howard Hunter.

- I hope you don't
think I'm soliciting.

- Well, no, I...
- Good.

Do you own perchance a Shar Pei?

- Well, I might.

- Now let me assure you
there is no need to be evasive.

My only concern is
the animal's well-being.

- Well, he's fine.

He's just... I wasn't
attempting to be evasive.

It's just that I have
been told that this dog

may not in fact be
a purebred Shar Pei.

- Well, just look at him.
Of course, he's a Shar Pei.

Oh, and how
fortunate that he's here.

And not in the hands of
that scoundrel, Burhan.

- You know Burhan?
- Oh, yes.

It was we of the Animal
Friendship League

who had the Bunco
Squad sort him out.

And, of course, in my opinion,
any punishment short of

thumb screws and gibbet
would be insufficient for the man.

- Well, I tend to
share your sentiments.

- But now my primary
concern is for this doggie.

Do you intend to keep him?

Or was your purchase inspired
by Burhan's franchise scheme?

- Oh, no, no.

I was interested in
a companion animal.

I am definitely gonna keep him.

- Oh, good.

Guns. May I have a look?

- Oh, of course.

- Splendid set.
Richard Constable.

May I?

- Of course.

- Ooh!

You know, my grandfather
killed a 7th Earl of Latchmer

with one of these.

- He did?
- Oh, yes.

Put a ball right
through his eye.

The Latchmers accused
my family of selling

cardboard boots
in the Crimean War.

Tried to blame the
trench foot plague on us.

We killed the whole lot of
them, in duels, of course.

Oh, dear. I am banging on.

Sorry.

It's just that weapons arouse
an absolute passion in me.

- Well, I think I
know what you mean.

- Do you? Are you military?

- Well, yes, I have been.

I am a lieutenant in command
of an emergency action team

for the police.

- How stirring.

Well, I'm going to
give you my card.

I run a dog obedience school.

- Well, I could bring my puppy?

- Oh, yes, do!

That would please me very much.

- Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!

There we are! Pizza LaRue!

- Looking good, baby.

- What do you
think of those shrimp

I wrapped with anchovies
and bean dip, huh?

- Man, on the money.

- Neal never told me
you were the master chef.

- Well, you know,
it's just a hobby.

Mrs. Scalisi lets me work
out on special occasions.

Ah-ah-ah, I'm the host here.

- Okay, okay.

I guess you can take
the girl out of the waitress

but you can't take the
waitress out of the girl.

You don't drink, J. D.?

- Not socially.

Hey, here's to whatever
the two of you got

and plenty more of it, huh?

- Hear that, Neal?
- Mm-hmm, I hear it, baby.

- Hey, you guys want a
couple of bucks for a room?

Come on, eat first, huh?

- J. D.?

- Yo.
- Phone.

- Excuse me.

You wanna cut that for a minute?

Yeah? What?

Oh, man, when?

Captain know?

Yeah, all right, all right.

- What's happening, baby?

- Bauer ate his gun.

- Mrs. Bauer?
- Yes?

- I'm Captain Furillo,
Hill Street Precinct.

- Oh, you know, Dave isn't here.

He doesn't live here.

- I know that, Mrs. Bauer.

I came here to tell you
that earlier this evening,

Dave took his own life.

I'm sorry.

- We were separated,
but I'm still his wife.

So I still get his
benefits, don't I?

I mean, like 'cause
he killed himself

doesn't cancel
anything, does it?

- That doesn't cancel anything.

- Thank you for
coming by, Captain.

- I'll never forgive Daniels for
what he did with Dave Bauer.

Bad a cop as Bauer was,
any human being in that room

could see he was
fighting for his life.

All Daniels could see
was a way to get at me.

- You would have
let Bauer retire.

- Any other day, any other
precinct, so would Daniels.

Instead, when he
handed me Bauer's badge,

he was loving it.

- I know this is the
last thing you want

to hear right now, Frank.

But I think you were
a little naive today.

- I was, and I won't be again.