All language subtitles for Hill street Blues S03E03 Heat Rash.DVDRip.HI.eng

[ Chattering ]

May I, Andrew?

Thank you.

Item 8,
the new phones.
[ Man ] Oh, yeah.

"Today Hill Street Station
will convert...

"to the new 912 Multiplex
telecommunication system.

"This integrated modular
exchange...

"is designed to facilitate
the work of the police officer,

"by incorporating frequency
'multiplexing'...

"and 'uniselector'
satellite attenuation...

into one comprehensive,
'amplitudinous' system."

[ Chuckling ]
Personnel are asked
to be patient,

as installation will take
most of the day.
[ Groaning ]

Please don't use the phones
unless you have to.

Item 9 is in regard...

to the ongoing torrid
climatic conditions.

According to
the National Weather Service,
at 3:00 a.m. this morning...

a cold front moving down
from the Arctic since Monday...

encountered the low pressure
gradient...

stagnating over this city,
and dissipated.

[ Groans ]

There's no immediate change
anticipated in the weather.

Please.

Item 10...

is a memo from Captain Furillo.

Ethnic.
No, ethics.

[ Esterhaus ]
"Those personnel under
my command are expected...

"to perform their duties
as police officers...

"in strict obeyance
with the department's
code of ethics.

"Those who don't can expect
instant suspension...

and possible criminal
prosecution."

Oh!
[ Murmuring, Hooting ]

For those of you
who are blind and deaf,

we are honored to have among us
the gifted thespian...

and person du cinema,
John Gennaro.

[ Cheers, Applause ]

[ Inaudible ]
for the next several days,

and is to be extended
every professional courtesy.

And this does not include
autograph hounding,
spontaneous auditions...

or gazes of a longingly
sexual nature by a female.

- Joe!
- Final item--
A personal request.

Which of you
would be interested...

in attending my seminar
at the academy
as a guest lecturer?

[ Woman ]
Sorry.

Oh, I got a pretty
tight schedule.

I believe you will find
the experience...

to be very, very rewarding.

All right, those, uh--

Those volunteering will be
excused from duty
for the afternoon.

[ Chattering ]
[ Man ]
Right here.

Maybe I can
fit it in.
Yeah.

Thank you.

Leave your name with Leo
on your way out,
and I'll make my choices.

All right, that's it.
Let's roll.

And hey--

Let's be careful out there.

[ Chattering ]

Anybody know anything...

about detectives sleeping
with child prostitutes?

Anybody know anything
about officers dealing
stolen goods?

If anything's out of line
in this precinct,

I want to hear about it now.

If anybody suspects anything,
I want to hear it.

Check into
both charges, Ray.

I want to hear
from you before I hear
from Internal Affairs.

Howard?

Comments?

I've been talking about
something like this happening
for a long time, Frank.

Henry, you've been quiet.

I'd consider
the source, Frank.

I'd say it's a pretty
reliable source.

He was right
about Mort Sanders's house.

He was right about Bob Blaine.

This is a good precinct,
Frank.

Even if what Hogan said
did happen,

they are probably
isolated incidents.

I won't tolerate any of it, Ray.

If there's even
one bad egg up here,

I want him found out
and gotten rid of.

All right, let's get
some work done.

Frank, I have four weeks'
back vacation on my sheet.

Yes, Howard.

So I'm gonna take
a long weekend.

As a matter of fact,
I'm leaving in
a few minutes.

Howard.
Oh, hello, old sport.

Something more
you wanted to say to me?

I don't think so.
Look, Howard, the hell
with friendship.

If you know something--
[ Sighs ]

The medicos did
a reconnaissance on me, Frank.

"Medicos"?

It appears a tumor the size
of a 30-30 shell has deployed
itself down my right drumstick.

Until they cut into it
they won't know
whether it's nasty.

Naturally they want
to operate right away.

Nothing really
to worry about, I suppose.

An old Visigoth like myself--
I'll get through it.

You know Sanders, Frank?
South Ferry?

I never met him.

Yeah.
He had something like this.

Turned out benign.

That's encouraging.

They made him
a beautiful artificial limb.

Is there anything
I can do, Howard?
Someone you want me to call?

I'm a little afraid, Frank.

[ Footsteps ]

Oh! Excuse me, sir.

I'm sorry.

Damn it, man,
we're setting policy here.

Judas Priest.
I'll be dipped.

[ Woman On Radio ]
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See surplus store, corner
People's Drive, 124th Street.

Man says he didn't
want the job.
I didn't.

He was just going
along on the interview
to humor his partner.

I was.
I gotta hand it
to you, man.

It's a slick come-on,
playing happy--
hard to get.

How about you shut up, J.D.?
You don't know what
you're talking about, man.

Morning, J.D.
John.

Belker.
Man, I got a spot on
the dance card for you today.

Peanuts, J.D.

[ Belker ]
Move!

Actually, I can't.

[ LaRue ]
Hey, this is an emergency.
Can I get a lineup?

Figuring that Hollywood commando
is gonna make you his next
leading lady?

Why don't you do your
lounge act for him,

so he can see
what real talent is?

What are you looking at?

Are you looking at me?

Yeah. Well, I don't want
you looking at me!
Look down here.

You see that nail?
I want you to eyeball
that nail.

I want you to get your face
down there, and tell me
if that nail moves.

'Cause if that nail moves
and you don't let me know,

I'm gonna rip your lungs
out through your nose.

Name.
Flint.

You, hair boy--
You got some interest in this?

Hey, John. John, my man--
Look. One small favor--

I got an outside line.
Could you make a fast call
to my sister?

[ Goldblume ]
...and the maintenance
of that equilibrium...

is, of course, our prime
interest here on the Hill.
Of course.

Anything you can do like that
will help us.

Sorry. Got hung up.
Frank, Katy Bambridge
of the mayor's film board.

Good to meet you.
Tom Petowski, production manager
of Street Dogs.

Good to meet you.
How are you?

We're just about through.
Mr. Petowski is a realist.

I presume that means
he's willing to talk
to the gangs.

I'd like a meeting
as soon as possible.

In the meantime,
I'd be grateful...

for a short course
from Detective Goldblume
on turfs and gang strengths.

That seems to be the only
thing about your city
that Ms. Bambridge doesn't know.

[ Laughs ]
Faulty education.

Henry?

He's all yours.
Anything else
we can do for you?

We'd like to donate $10,000
for a youth project...

to be administered
by your precinct.

Maybe we could get the--
Very generous.
We'll give it some thought.

Well, we won't take
any more of your time then.

Could we get that
sit-down with the gangs
this afternoon?

I'm due back
in L.A. tomorrow.
Sure.

And, uh, Captain,

you'll keep my star
under wraps, okay?

I'll try, Mr. Petowski.

Captain, I'd
like an assignment
with Detective Belker.

Mr. Gennaro, you're already
on night ride-alongs.

We've tried to give you
a free hand...

in observing
the day-to-day operations
of this precinct.

Yeah, but you see--
That's as far
as I'm prepared to go.

Stakeout and plain-clothes
operations are dangerous.

We'd have no way
of protecting you.
I'll waive personal injury.

I'm also responsible
to the people on the Hill
and to my men.

Could I just
spend time with him?

I mean, is he always
on assignment?

I'll talk
to Detective Belker.

Detective?

Mr. Gennaro has made
a specific request...

that he tour with you
for the next four days.

[ Clears Throat ]
Captain, please--

I got a meet
set up for tomorrow.
Took me two weeks to arrange.

I couldn't be more
sympathetic, Mick,

but there's really
no point in arguing.

I'm supposed to spend
four whole days...

giving some Hollywood dirtbag
a Girl Scout tour
of this precinct?

Precisely.

Come on, spittoon face.

How many left?
Six.

Why'd you get
so many witnesses?

Get off of me, J.D.
What's that mean?

Means I want you
off my back, man.

I've got
a decision to make,

and I can't nurse you
through your hurt
feelings, man.

Hey, Neal, I'm cool
behind the Bahamas gig.

If it wasn't for my lousy jacket
on account of drinking,

I'd have had the job cold.

Can't see past your nose,
can you, J.D.?

It's the Bahamas, you jerk.

The whole security force
is probably gonna be
black, see?

But past that,
I gotta listen
to your racist rebop.

"Racist"?

You could never
be my assistant.

Hey, Jack, I took
a bullet for you once.

Easier than working
for me, my man,
right?

This job thing's
got to you, hasn't it, Neal?

You're scared.
Maybe.

What are you afraid of, man?
Success?

Walk away from me, John.
Sure.

There's, uh, too much color
in here for my racist taste.

Dr. Singh?
Yes?

This is for you.
What's this?

Be there.

[ Speaking Foreign Language ]

And in heat such as this,
it is a commonly
known fact...

that your basic
African type...

has a higher thermostat than
your basic Caucasian type.

White people are
simply not equipped.

You got that right.
Let's not talk
about it.

[ Brakes Screech ]
What the hell--

[ Renko On P.A. ]
You-- Will you pull
your vehicle...

off to the right side
of this roadway.

[ Slurring ]
My license.

I'll hold onto it
while you get
out of the car...

and walk a line.
[ Man ]
Look at the name.

"Arnold R. Detweiler."

I think I can
spell that, pal.
Now get on out of the car.

Officer--
Don't you know
who I am?

You're the man who's gonna
take a sobriety test
or go to jail.

Now get out of the car.
You stupid jerk.

Hey, hey.

Now, before you get too...
irrational about all this,

that is Councilman "Dirtweiler."

Councilman, huh?
Yeah. Police Appropriations.

Right.

Councilman Detweiler,

you're under arrest
for driving while
intoxicated.

Now, you've got one second
to get out of that car,

or I'm coming
in there after you.

Hey, potato head.

Tell your mama
I had a great time last night.

Spin on it, grease ball.
I'm here.

Yo, Dudley.

Have you beaten
the lice problem yet?

Martinez, party of three.

Yo, Mama.
If only I were
a bar of soap.

Hey, hey.

[ Detweiler ]
My lawyers are gonna
file suit so fast...

it'll make your badge spin,
you low-ranking punk.

[ Indistinct ]
Officer, I'm speaking here.

False arrest,
defamation of character,

abuse of authority--

By the time
I'm through with you,

you'll be walking
the graveyard beat
through the projects.

You're gonna walk right now.
You're gonna walk in here
and you're gonna sit down.

Thought you ought to know,
Lieutenant.

Me and Renko
just brought in a 502.
All right.

Refused a Breathalyzer,
scored about a G-minus
on his attitude test,

so we're running him
right by the numbers.
Good.

The guy had
an obnoxious attitude,
Lieutenant.

Hill, why are you
telling me all this?

The man was, uh,
Councilman Detweiler.

Madre mia.

[ Furillo ]
Arnie Detweiler--
Just what I need.

Of all the people--

All right, just treat him
like everyone else, Ray--

Phone call, booking, bail.
By the numbers.
And pull his file, would you?

My recollection is,
this isn't the first time
for the councilman.

Captain, you have a gang meeting
down in Roll Call.

Thanks, Leo.

Anything else?
Some of the men
heard a rumor--

about Howard.

He's in the hospital.
What? The hospital?

He thinks
he may have cancer.

Forget it, lady.

Ain't no way you're
bringing no Gypsy Boys
up to 10-Deuce and Dekker.

I'm not sure I understand
your objections,
Mr. Marcel.

102nd Street and Dekker
is Dragon turf,
Miss Bambridge.

I think Mr. Marcel
is suggesting--

What I'm suggesting,
Miss Lady,

is we will run this
honky flick out of town...

before some Gypsy Boy skuzz
gonna make a salary
workin' my turf.

Go suck canal water,
Hershey Bar.

Gypsy Boys got a contract.
Hey, contract this, son.

[ Clamoring ]

Gentlemen.

Mr. Petowski--

If I remember correctly,
you have gang scenes...

scheduled for Jefferson
at Utica Avenue.

Correct, Captain.
It's a three-day night shoot.

Yeah, well, since
that's D.M.Z.,

why don't you simply
let the Gypsy Boys
work Jefferson,

and transfer
the Dekker Avenue shoot?

Sure. It'd be easy
to arrange.

It will be arranged.
[ Man ]
It better be.

[ Man ]
Uh, that's fine...

for the Zimbabwes
and the boat people
here, Furillo,

but where does that
leave us white folk?

It leaves you white folks
right where you belong--

[ Sniffs ]
Sniffin' bicycles.

[ Laughter ]

[ Clamoring ]

Excuse me, gentlemen.

According to
the shooting schedule,
there is a crowd scene--

a three-day crowd scene--
in Delaware Park,

calling for over 120
gang extras.

Now, what do you say
we give that...

to the Shamrocks
and the Street Lords?

[ Man ] What do you say?
[ Man #2 ]
Well, what do you say?

I say we don't
work for peanuts,
that's what I say.

You get the standard
72 bucks a day,
meals included.

You'll get time and a half
for night work,

and double time
for weekends.
It's standard--

72 beans a day--
Everybody gets that, right?

Right.
You got it, man.

[ Man ]
Hey, I like that.
Sounds good to me.

[ Chattering ]
I'm holding out--

For a love scene.

[ Laughter ]

With Victoria Principal.

- [ Laughter ]
- [ Martinez ]
Yo, Furillo!

Yes, Jesus?

Before we get
too ecstatic here,

remember, we're talking
about at least...

a $10 million picture here.

I mean, 72 bills
and chump change...

might buy some
of these bozos for a day,

but what's
the neighborhood's cut--
besides parking problems?

As with any location
filming, Mr. Martinez,

a considerable piece
of the budget...

filters down
to the community.
Hey!

You save your
trickle-down jive...

for the movies, Mr. Slick.

You know as well as I
they will be transporting
all those Hollywood heavies...

from some cushy
hotels downtown.

[ Clamoring ]

People around here
will be lucky...

if they get
some doughnut money
out of all of this.

[ Man ]
Right. That's right.
What we're looking at here...

is your classic
colonial "explotations"
of the natives.

[ Clamoring ]
All right, let's go
bottom line, Mr. Martinez.

This is a union film.

I am not going to insult
your intelligence by promising
you jobs I can't deliver.

Hey, I understand
labor problems.

But Mr. Petowski
has authorized me...

to guarantee a minimum
of 20 days employment...

as extras
and technical advisers...

to up to 15 members
of each youth organization
at this meeting.

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

Do your multiplication,
gentlemen.

$72 a day times 20 days--

I'll help you. $1,440.
That's hardly chump change.

[ Murmuring ]

And no withholding.
Isn't that right,
Mr. Petowski?

Can't we rely
on the good citizenship
of these young men...

- to pay their own taxes?
- [ Man ]
Sure you can!

And plus we stick it
to Uncle Sammy.

[ Chattering ]
Hey!

So-- Do we make
a movie, or what?

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

[ Indistinct ]

This time only.

Councilman Detweiler?

I just got the chief's
patented two-minute tirade
on departmental priorities.

Among other things,
he questioned the future...

of a certain
Italian precinct captain.

Kick him loose, Ray.

You're free to go now.
Free to go?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

No hard feelings,
Officer.

You were only
doing your job.

Captain Furillo.

Mr. Detweiler.

Our present circumstances
excepted, Captain,

I do appreciate your guys
out there enforcing the laws--

zealous as they may be.

Anyway,
I wanted to tell you...

that I will continue
to support you in the council,

and I don't take
the least offense.

You don't take offense?
Nah.

Need I remind you,
Councilman,

that you were
driving a vehicle
under the influence?

I have your sheet here.

You have been detained
no fewer than six times...

in the past three years
for the same offense--

two of those
involving accidents.
Enough, Captain.

I just got an earful
from the chief
five minutes ago,

so we're gonna
kick you loose on this one,

but you'd better
believe me--

One more time and I don't
give a damn if the governor
himself phones.

I'm pushing you straight
through the system.

Now you just hold on one--
I mean it.
You're a dangerous man.

You bet I am, Furillo.

You don't ever want
to find out just how dangerous.

Hey, Captain.

I don't know
what went down just now,

but that bust
was by the numbers,
and councilman or not--

Forget about it.
Forget about it?

Well, maybe I should just
forget about the memo
you put out this morning too.

"Strict obedience."

Departmental codes.
Ethics by the book.

Grow up, Hill.
We lost one.

It isn't the first time,
and it won't be the last,
so let's get some work done.

Right over here.
[ Indistinct Radio Chatter ]

That's it. 402.

What's the beef?

Ask him.
He'll tell you.

The guy's 18 weeks delinquent
on his phone bill.

I gotta take it out.
He says I can't.

He says I go
through the door and boom--

He'll bust me
with a ball bat.

Why don't you just wait
until he ain't home?

The guy's a weirdo.

He never leaves his room
until the middle
of the night,

and then he goes out back
and he goes through
the garbage.

I been here six times.
Today I get the unit.

Okay. What's his name?
[ Both ]
Smith.

Mr. Smith? Police here.
Hill Street.

Please open up the door.

[ Man ]
There's no power on this planet
that can open that door.

[ Indistinct ]
You have a key?

It's unlocked.
He's barricaded.

[ Grunts ]

The barrier's been broken.

Yes, there's two of them.
They're coming in now.

One's very tall,

with a kind of
a militaristic-looking
emblem on his headgear.

The other's a woman--
Type seven, I'd say.
They're moving closer.

I don't know how much longer
I can just keep on talking
like this.

Please! Get word to Nevil.

Tell him I'll hold on
as long as I can.

I salute the vector bosoms
of my mother.

[ Indistinct ]
Uh, look, Mr. Smith.

We've come to get
the telephone.

Could you just, uh,
tell us where it is?
You'll never find it.

See, I--
I dropped it in a time warp...

- between 1771 and 4 A.D.
- Here it is.

- Don't touch that phone!
- Hey! No! That's enough.

See, they'll--
They'll never be able to
find me if you take that phone.

[ Bates ]
Who'll never find you?

Well, my spaceship...

was damaged and, uh,

so they had to leave
some weight behind.

I volunteered.

"We'll come back for you,"
they said.

"We'll fix the ship and recross
a half a million light years
of space,

"and then we'll beam you up
through the atmosphere.

[ Chuckles ]
But we'll call first," see.

I've been stranded
on this spot for 10,000 years,

but today's the day.
[ Laughs ]

The rescue expedition
is due to arrive
and take me home.

- But they can't find me
if I don't have a telephone.
- Ain't even connected.

I'm begging you.

Don't take my phone.

I'm-- I'm lost without it.

I-- Now I'm lost in space!

[ Sobbing ]

You're still thinking
about Lou Hogan?

There hasn't been an hour
in the last 18...

when I haven't
thought about it.

Is that why you were pacing
last night?

I owe you one.

You know I was
the moving force behind
the guilty decision...

in the Board of Rights.

If you had to do it
all over again,

would you vote any differently?
No.

But I can't help
questioning the process.

We handled the entire matter
so bureaucratically--

Motions, testimony,
transcripts, decisions.

We managed to overlook
only one thing--

the human being
at the center of it all.

I just know there was
something more I could
have done for him, Joyce.

I'm gonna regret
not finding it.

It's my turn, remember?

I didn't know you had
a charge here.
I don't.

I took a room.

Is that right?
Mmm.

Care to murder
a half hour, Captain?

I'd like that
very much.

[ Gennaro ]
Come on, Belker.
Lighten up.

[ Belker ]
I'll tell you this,
hair ball.

I got stuff took me
two weeks to set up.

Tomorrow you find
a new babysitter.
All right, but look--

Would you at least
help me today?

Look, besides the fact
that you're keeping me
from doing my work,

I don't like the way
guys like you play guys
like me in the movies.

You know? Ain't real.
I'd like to find out
what is.

Why? They'll probably
change it anyway.

Listen-- I'll bet
some of your best work...

was loused up later on
by prosecutors
and judges, right?

But does that stop you
from trying? No.

Look at your feet.

So what about 'em?
What are you wearing,
you jerk?

Sneakers. I figured--
That's not sneakers.
That's $80 jogging shoes.

Where the hell are you gonna
find $80 jogging shoes
here on the Hill?

You'd be made undercover
by every hype
on Dekker Avenue.

Besides which,
that crap's got
no lateral support.

So where can I get
the kind like yours?
You go to Rosniak Supply.

You ask Monty for
the high black tops
by Comet.

Local sleaze call 'em
"felony flyers."

How do you spell it?
How do you spell it?
Rosniak.

I-- I don't know
how to spell it.

Can we talk some
about stakeouts?

[ Sighs ]
What kind?

I do one in a car
outside a drug store.

All right, when
you're working alone
in a parked vehicle,

you always want to sit
on the passenger side.

Makes everybody think
you're waiting
for the driver.

Great. All right, great.
What about--

What about if I had
to do one right here?
Long-term alley job.

You wanna bring along
a broom...

or a bottle of rotgut
to share with the winos.

You don't want
to make it look like
you're standing around...

with your thumb
up your nose.

And you never want
to hang out too long
near these heating vents.

How come?
Makes you dizzy.
Sleepy.

[ Giggles ]

Hey, Leo told me
once you spent two weeks...

in a Salvation Army
collection bin
on a dope stakeout.

That's how long
the bust took.

You would not believe
some of the things people
throw into those things.

Where do you keep your gun?

That's none
of your business.

[ Washington ]
Got the subpoena?
[ LaRue ] I'll serve it.

What do you think--
I don't know how
to serve a subpoena?

[ Man ]
Who's there?

It's Detectives LaRue
and Washington,
Hill Street Station.

Could you come to the door
for a minute, please,
Mr., uh, Redding?

It's open.
Come on in.

[ Gunshot ]

Hold it!
Get him!

[ Groans ]

Got him?
I got him.

Oh, man.
[ Laughs ]

Look at all this
powdered sugar here.

What were you doing,
my man?
Bakin' a cake?

You stupid jerk.

We were just serving
a subpoena.

[ Both Shouting ]

Hey, hey, hey!

He tried to kill me.
He's a maniac.
I swear to you--

Just leave me alone
for a few more hours,
and I'll be gone.

They're coming.
[ Coffey ]
What happened?

He ripped the phone
out of the wall!

I tried to stop him.
He hit me over
the head with it.

I want this
goofball arrested.
Hey. All right.

Look, Mr. Smith,
you're gonna have
to put down the phone...

and come with us.

Nevil! Help me!
Oh, I know, I know,
you can't hear me.

But maybe someday
you can pick up the waves
of this loathsome planet.

- [ Moans ]
- All right, all right.

Whoa, whoa. Okay.
Joe, you're not
doin' it right.

I left the Howitzer
in the car.

Smith, where's
the spaceship gonna land?

Huh? There's no room
in here.

If you'd been listening
to me, you'd know.

They're beaming me aboard.

Through the ceiling?

Through anything.

Beams are highly utilitarian.

Think they could
beam you aboard
with handcuffs on?

Bet they couldn't.
[ Chuckles ]

Of course they could.

Oh, yeah? Prove it.

Great.

Real good.
[ Laughs ]

Let's go.

It's all right.
It's gonna be all right.

Easy.

Okay, here we go.

Come on. You want an ice?
Not for me.

Come on, I'm treatin'.
I don't want any.

One cherry ice, please.

Can I ask you
a personal question?
Nope.

What's it about?
Women or something?

No.
What?

How come you get off
on biting people?

What, do you want
a ruptured kidney,
nose bag?

I don't get off on it.
It's a situational
response.

See that guy?

Yeah.
What do you make of him?

Mid-20s,

lives alone,

maybe works in a library
and, uh--

I don't know.

Busted him two years ago
for rape-assault.

Get out of here.
Come on.

Gotta read the street,
hair bag.
No way.

The guy looks like a school--
Read the street. Now.

Huh?
It's 102 degrees,
and he's wearin' a coat.

[ Woman Screams ]
[ Man Shouting ]

[ Woman ]
Help! Help!

[ Snarling ]

- [ Woman ]
Help! Help!
- [ Indistinct ]

Somebody help!

Get up, man, get up.
Go ahead. Come on!

[ Shouting ]

You're under arrest,
hair ball.

Get up!

Now, move! Move!

[ Siren Blaring ]

You're John Gennaro.

Damn it, Mick.

I got a million questions
racing around my mind.
Aw, come on, kid.

I got a lot of paperwork
here, and it's all
part of this bust.

All right, let's have
dinner tonight.
What do you say?

I don't know.
Come on, come on.
What do you say? Please?

All right,
I'll think about it.
I'll think about it.

Now will you
please back off
and give me some room?

I get a phone call,
don't I?

[ Bates ]
One 10-cent call. That's it.

And no intergalactic area
codes.

He ain't calling
his mom right now.
The phones are down.

What do you mean?
Joe.

There's a million miles
of space out there.

How do you think
they're gonna find me?
You think they're mind readers?

Where'd you get this?
This is an R-19.

They haven't made these
since before the war.
[ Ringing ]

That's for me!
Yeah?

[ Laughs ]
Yeah.

Got ya.

[ Smith ]
There's nothing you can do
to prevent it now.

I'm their next stop.

Uh, you two want
to escort Mr. Smith...

down to "B" level
launching pad?

Fay, I thought we went
over this yesterday--

about your not coming up here
without legitimate business.

First of all,
I have been trying
to call you all afternoon,

and a recorded message
says your phone's disconnected.

And second of all,
I am here on legitimate
business.

My official police
press pass.

I'm the new crime reporter
for the Eastside Weekly
Advertiser.

The what?
What kind of paper
is that?

Fay, you don't have
any training to be
a crime reporter.

Excuse me? Not only did I
take journalism courses
in college,

I put in 12 years
of postgraduate work
sleeping with a cop.

So don't tell me I don't know
the joys, the sorrows,
the mean streets.

Fay.
Mainly I answered an ad.

My boss--
He's a real nice guy, Frank.

Now, there's not a lot
of money to start with.

It's on an
article-by-article basis.

But I think it's
a great opportunity for me.

I admire
your initiative, Fay,

but how in the world
did you get a press pass
based on that?

What do you mean,
"based on that"?

Essentially,
you're a stringer
for a supermarket tabloid.

Come on,
how'd you get it?
Uh--

A reporter never
reveals her sources, Frank.

- It can't be.
- What can't be?

Is that John Gennaro?

Yes, it is.
I don't believe it.

Want to meet him?

Oh, would I.

Hey, Neal, wait a second.

Washington.

You got a minute, man?

[ Sighs ]
I, uh--

I want to apologize,
I guess, about the last
couple of days.

The whole job thing, man--

What a turnaround.

It kind of knocked
my metabolism off
a couple beats.

Okay. No problem.

So, uh, what are you
gonna do?

I don't know.

Man, it's none
of my business,

but an opportunity like this
does not come down the pike
every day.

You're looking
at 50 "K" a year,
perks up the wazoo,

more native booty
than any one man
could handle.

Hey, it's...
something to think
about, that's all.

Hey, look, J.D.,
I never wanted the job
in the first place, man.

It was your fantasy,
not mine.

I wasn't lookin' to change.

So I'll think about it.

But you gotta give me
some room, babe.
Okay.

I just want you to know,
whatever you do,

I'm there for you.

I'll carry your bags, man,
if that's what you want.

[ Laughs ]
Yeah.

[ Gennaro ]
I'm tied up right now,
Mrs. Furillo,

but why don't we set aside
a half hour tomorrow?

We'll do it then.

Oh, I'd be most grateful,
Mr. Gennaro.
John.

John?

Shall I come
to your hotel?

Great phone system, Frank.

Been trying to get you
on the horn for two hours.

Detweiler's gone,
so what's the problem?
"What's the problem?"

Frank, are you losing it
up here?

First you go on some
holier-than-the-rest-of-us
crusade...

and Lou Hogan blows
his brains out all over
half the newsprint in town.

Don't lay that one
on me.

And not 12 hours later
you haul in Arnie Detweiler.

Now I learn,
apropos the Hogan situation,

that there was
something aromatic...

in those charges
he was spraying.

Frank, my political bacon's
in the fire here.

I am not gonna wear
brown earmuffs on this one.

What are you
talking about?

I am talking
about Henry Goldstein.

Goldblume.
Goldblume, Goldstein--
Whatever.

He's the detective who was
bean bagging that 15-year-old.

Henry Goldblume?
That's crazy.

That's a mistake.
It's not a mistake.

You talk to Ralph MacArthur,
one of Lou Hogan's guys
from the Heights.

He and his partner
arrested her twice--

Said that Goldblume bedded her
instead of busting her,

then kept her in his apartment.

That's statutory rape,
for openers, Frank.
I don't believe it.

Get rid of him.
I'm not doing anything...

until after I've conducted
my own very thorough
investigation.

It's open season
on cops, Frank.

The girl is due in court
next Thursday.

You do whatever
you need to do,

but you get rid of him.

Ah. Car's waiting.

Oh, uh, just so you know,
I legitimated your
ex-tuna today.

You legitimated
my ex-tuna?
Your wife.

She came in right after
our Detweiler conversation,

waving some half-baked
shopping mall handout,

demanding a press pass,
of all the damn things.

I figured I owed you one.

Don't ever say I didn't
do anything for you, Frank.

Hmm.

Henry?

My office.

...and her name
was Diane Koslo.

She talked about
her homelife.

If half of it was true,
you'd want to die.

She was two days
off the bus,

and she was a lonely,

frightened,

hungry 15-year-old kid,

and I took her home.

And?

And she slept
on the couch.

You took her all the way home
so she could sleep
on the couch?

The whole thing was
a judgment call, Frank.

First thing I thought is,
why bust a 15-year-old
newcomer?

All she could learn in juvie
is the names of pimps
and the best corners.

She had a shot
at getting out.

I'm just sorry it looks
like she didn't make it.

Why didn't you tell me this
this morning?

You might have
saved some skin
off both our hides.

[ Sighs ]

You know how it is.
You hear something.

You want to think
it can't be you,
even if maybe you know.

Look, the first think
I thought was,

"I'll get her
in a halfway house."

Meadow Wood House
said in three days,

so I kept her for three days
and then I took her on in.

And when the Jefferson
vice cops called
a month later?

I vouched for her.

They asked me
if she was my friend.
I said yes.

How could you be
so incredibly naive?

You didn't know how
any of this would look?

Is that what
it's about, Frank?
Appearances?

Yes, unfortunately,
to a degree.

I took in a scared,
unhappy human being--

who ate me out of house and home
just like a stray dog
for three days.

Frank, I always said that if
my badge ever got in the way
of my humanity...

I'd get rid of the badge.

Guess I just did.

Save you some trouble
with the chief, anyway.

Take it back, Henry.
No, Frank.

No, I can't.

They gave him
something to look for.

Joe? I think we got
a little problem downstairs.

What sort of problem?

You're not gonna
believe this.

What?

He's gone.

He's supposed to be gone.
He's over to County.

Uh-uh. Guy's pink sheet
is still here.

See, nobody took him
out of his cell,

but he's not
in his cell.

Okay, you guys
yankin' my chain,
or what?

Nobody gets in or out
of here without me
knowing about it.

Well, he's gotta
be somewhere.

If you ask me,
it's astral projection--

or a time warp.

Maybe reincarnation.

[ Gennaro ]
I don't believe it.
A tattoo on his nose?

[ Giggling ]

May I interest you
in dessert?

Another bottle of this.
I'm gonna have
a cappuccino. Katy?

Cappuccino sounds great.
Thank you.
Mick?

Uh, could I have a glass
of hot water, please?

Sir?
[ Gennaro ]
No, that sounds great.

Uh, change my cappuccino
to hot water in a glass.

As you wish, sir.

So. How was the meal?
[ Bambridge ]
Three stars--

Four, counting you.
Mm-hmm.

Let me tell you something.
See, there's a lot of people
in here--

They're staring at me
because I'm a movie star,

but this is the guy
who they should be staring at.

This guy's the star,
not me.

I think you're making
Detective Belker
uncomfortable, John.

Hey, it's true.
Mick--

You were unbelievable
out there today.
You were incredible.

I mean, you should have
seen him.

I'm in shape. I can run--
But this guy's a cat.

I mean, he's like
a predator--
The perfect hunter.

He knew the guy's moves
before the guy knew
his moves.

I didn't know what the hell
I was watching.
A Zen master.

Excuse me.
No, come on!

Saluto.

To my rabbi.
[ Bambridge ]
What does that mean?

That's when one cop
teaches another cop--
Which you're not.

I felt like one today,
thanks to you.

See, you gotta understand.

I have this recurring dream.

I'm outside this house.
It's the middle of the night
and I gotta get inside.

I mean, I'm telling you,
it's life and death.

I gotta get inside,
but there's no windows.
There's no doors.

You showed me the windows.
You opened the door.

You let me look inside you.

Man, I tell you,
I feel like I know you
for years.

What the hell's
the matter with you?
You know me for two days.

Some things you don't measure
in time, Mick.
That's a lot of crap.

Big movie star.

Take a ride in a cop car,
get yourself all
pumped up...

and you go out
and you make your movie,

and then you go back
to your big Hollywood
swimming pool, don't you?

I don't have
a swimming pool,
hair bag.

My life is up there
on the Hill.

And you just don't
drop in for a few days
and know me.

As dear a man
as Henry Goldblume is,

are you going to let
your personal feelings
interfere with your job?

I don't know.
I don't have enough facts yet.

But there's a kind of hysteria
coming out of Chief Daniels's
office...

that I don't want Henry
to become a victim of.

Though it may be
too late already.

Could be for the best.

He's a fine man,
but maybe he's
too sensitive.

Oh? And I'm not?

Are you suggesting
Jewish men are more sensitive
than Italian men?

I think Italian men
make sensitive waiters...

and precinct captains.

But as air conditioner
installers,

they leave a lot
to be desired.

You're the one
who lost the screws.

The window will hold it.

You think?
Come on.

Just turn it on
and come over here
and get cool.

[ Whirring ]

Mmm.

Cooler with the lights off.

Frank?
Hmm?

Tell the truth.

You think Henry
had the hots
for a 15-year-old?

I don't know.

I'll find out tomorrow.

[ Air Conditioner Clattering ]

Frank.
Uh-oh.

[ Clattering Grows Louder ]

Maybe I better
go check it.

[ Laughing ]

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Both Laughing ]

[ Mews ]