All language subtitles for Hill Street Blues s04e07 Goodbye, Mr Scripps

Election day, ladies and gentlemen.

In your last negotiation, your PBA
secured an hour and a half off duty with

for those wishing to exercise the
franchise.

Let's all get the exercise, huh?

Let's also remain vigilant against
abuses of the day's privilege.

Illicitly open taverns, electioneering
within prescribed proximity of polling

places, and those shocking, thankfully
rare attempts...

to manipulate the tally by enlisting
bums to vote repeatedly under the names

the recently deceased.

That's it.

The death for Daniels.

Item 13, this memo from Division.

Internal Affairs has concluded its
investigation in the shooting death of

Robson. Judgment regarding internal
disciplinary sanction is still

However... In the conduct of Officer
Michael Perez, the panel of inquiry

no evidence of intentional or reckless
malfeasance and does not recommend

criminal prosecution in this matter.

And I'm glad to report Mike is improving
at County General, although he's not

yet receiving visitors.

Now, the Robson boys' funeral is this
morning. Officer Schnitz...

reports we closed contributions on his
memorial fund at just over $1 ,000.

Finally,

an index of troubled financial times.

Mahaley's mortuary has offered up to the
department for blind bid 11 prime

burial sites at Cavalry Cemetery on
which installment payments have lapsed.

Now, those inclined to plot their
futures, submit sealed bids to Leo,

with diagrams of said barnyard,
available for your perusal.

It's a grave situation indeed.

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

And hey, let's be careful.

What's all this stuff about funeral
plots?

I mean, what's the big deal?

You kidding?

He's going to die in the game.

It's just a bad plan for your future,
that's all.

I just don't see any reason to plan that
far ahead. That's a real estate

investment. It works.

Leo, can I see the cemetery diagram?
Sure.

You know, I'm not so sure I even want to
be buried like that. Thanks.

Egyptians used to get stuck.

Roy Rogers, Horton.

And it still works.

Leo!

There's a sealed bed on plot seven.

Which one is that?

Oh.

It's this one right here underneath the
spreading chestnut. That's the one I'm

looking at.

Well, Bates, I suggest you make a
competitive bid.

Morning, Miss Davenport.

Morning, Leo.

Who are you voting for?

That's a secret.

Joycey! Joycey!

Congratulations.

For the marriage.

I haven't seen you.

You're looking marvelous.

Thank you.

in. Wonderful.

That's good. You know, Joyce, it occurs
to me that there's always been a kind of

emotional barrier between us and
ambivalence.

I just thought we didn't like each other
very much. Well, you know why I think

that was?

Because I admired you.

And our culture's archaic male -female
dynamic prevented me from expressing my

admiration.

I'm glad, Alan.

Your fashion sense is uncanny.

Thank you.

Does the clutch purse work with this or
do you think I do better with the

shoulder bag?

Thank you.

The note should read, the roses were
lovely, talent.

No. No, just talent.

Thank you, thank you so much.

Oh, Frank.

There you are.

Counselor, if I could have just one
moment of your time.

Sure, come on in.

As executor of Murray Kaplan's estate, I
represent the interests of Murray's

Wonderland.

I was approached yesterday by a party.

seeking to purchase both property and
inventory at the ridiculous price of 20

cents on the dollar. Alan, I better go
through the files. Certainly.

Of course, I explained that because of
Murray's death, the estate is frozen in

probate.

Gesundheit.

They countered by suggesting that we
sidestep probate, predate the purchase

agreement, and that with my power of
attorney, I sign as Murray's proxy.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I just have a little
sinus condition.

Change of weather.

Naturally, Frank.

I demurred.

It's not only illegal and unethical. As
a business move, it's a bust.

At which point these fellas started
pointing their noses to the air.

Saying things like, do I smell smoke?
What are these walls made of? Cardboard?

See where they're going with this.

Where are you going with it?

I want protection, Frank.

What about that wrongful death suit you
were making so much noise about? Does

that shove me out from under the robes
of the law? No.

Certainly merits our attention.

Good for you, Frank.

I can't tell you how relieved I am to
hear you say so.

How did you leave it with these people?

Meeting them at Murray's this morning.

Presumably to execute the contracts or,
failing that, sing songs around the

campfire.

I want to put a wire on you. We want to
get them on tape.

Whatever it takes, Frank.

I just think it might be a good idea,
Alan, if you wore a suit and tie.

And unravel eight months of intensive
therapy.

No, I don't think so.

You could get hurt, Alan.

Putting on a suit could induce a psychic
tremor that rockets me into a prenatal

coma. No disrespect, Frank.

You obviously have a lot to learn about
gender re -identification.

Lucky for me, I was going to wear my
Aries chiffon number.

They'd have seen right through it.

What about here, Mick?

Please, Lieutenant, you ruined my
definition.

How about in one of them?

And one of what?

Inside here.

My bosom?

Oh, that's good.

Murray, I hope somewhere you're watching
what I do for you.

Come on.

Come on.

Officer! Over here. What's the problem,
ma 'am? You see him down there? That's

the man I called you about.

Now, we told him repeatedly, no
campaigning inside prescribed limits.

very polite, but he just keeps on with
it.

You see...

My position is simple.

I don't have the answers.

But I think that if we can start asking
the right questions, then the answers

are going to spring forth full -blown,
like Athena from the head of Zeus.

Thank you very much for listening, and
just for a moment.

Good day, officers.

You're here to cast your line in the sea
of monolithic indifference? Let me

introduce myself. Scripps.

Randolph Scripps. I'm a man of few means
and no end in sight.

Pleased to meet your acquaintance. Nice
to meet you, too, Mr.

Randolph Scripps. Do you have a stand
right there for a minute, please? Mr.

Scripps, you see this line right here?

Uh, yes, that is a white line.

That's right. Now, Mr. Scripps, the
election rules state that you're not

to campaign any closer to the polling
place than this line right here.

Ah, it's not so much a line as it is a
metaphor.

No, sir, it's a line. You're not
supposed to cross it while campaigning.

A boundary.

That's right. A mythic demarcation.

Hey, look

around.

Mr. Scripps, I'm sorry to say this, sir,
but I'm... to take you in.

What a world.

The sky is so blue.

The earth is so green.

Time is so full of possibilities.

Doris Robson came to our community some
18 months ago with high hopes.

She didn't bring much, but she had her
little Jimmy.

He was the foundation of her dreams.

She had a fierce love for this boy and
his future.

Miss Robson tells me that her son loved
to read and act out stories for her.

And he'd greet her that way when she'd
come home.

But sometimes she'd be so low, it would
be hard finding work, and work wasn't

easy.

But he made her laugh.

He lightened her heart.

She loved him so.

This one life, this small, fragile life,
he hung on to life even as it was taken

from him.

He clung to it.

We mourn and grieve for this good
woman's loss.

And we ask, what can we learn from this
life?

This life teaches us the wisdom of
forgiveness because this is the Lord's

He teaches us.

And we bless him.

Receive unto the hands of the Lord this
good boy in a place of peace.

As restful as the hopes his mother held
for him.

May God rest his soul in peace.

This city's government has to take a
stand above partisanship and address

to the greater issue of justice.

I'm sure that Commander Cleveland would
join me in assuring that substantial

reparation will be made to Mrs. Robson.
And soon.

In a situation as clear -cut as this,
there's absolutely no excuse for

hesitation. This woman's tragic loss
lands our attention... Hello, Captain.

I was coming to see you today.

Everyone feels for her loss.

I feel for my life.

But what about my life, Captain? Have
you seen Mike?

Today? They said maybe today.

How are your kids?

They sent my junior home from school
yesterday.

He got into three fights.

The boys were calling his father a dirty
cop.

It'll help any if I talk to him?

I don't know.

He's very angry right now.

Mike is a very good father.

He's a very good man. He... I just wish
they understood.

I have to go to the hospital now. They
said 11 o 'clock.

Sorry. Could I come by later and talk to
your son?

If you'd like, Captain.

Thank you.

Frank, you catch the news last night?
That clip of your ex waving her baby in

face? I missed it. Yeah, great.

Well, if Ozzie wins, he should appoint
her commissioner of unprovoked hysteria.

Frank, it's in the bag.

Took a secret poll last night.

Extensive. We're three points over the
margin of error. We're in.

Congratulations. Thank you.

I've been doing a lot of thinking,
Frank.

Down the road, I'll be nominating
someone to take my place in the chief's

office.

You're your own man, Frank.

But time and again, you've been Johnny
on the spot for me. A cool head in a

crisis. The way you handle this Robson
thing. I obviously can't make any firm

commitments yet.

But this could pay big dividends for
you, Frank.

So you are laying it off on me.

Dennis. Some people are simply more
effective following orders than giving.

letter you read at the debate hung me
out to dry.

You'll remain deputy chief as long as
you continue. You listen to me.

Pharmacies were made to me.

I've waited too long. I've worked too
hard.

I've buried too many bodies to lie down
and let somebody else walk over me.

Dennis, this is not the time. I'm going
to bring you down.

You mark me.

I'm going to bring you all down.

The man's an empty glass, Frank.

A lot of them in public life. He's just
not front -ranked material.

Oh, Mrs. Frillo.

So that's what I've been thinking,
Frank. I hope it doesn't displease you.

Both of you.

Something to think about.

First, there's still this small matter
of an election to win.

I trust I can count on your vote.

Eh, Chief?

Call the chief.

Is this a joke? Maybe.

Probably.

You're not laughing.

I've heard it before.

Here.

Mr. Scripps, I'm Lieutenant Henry
Goldblum. How do you do, sir?

I understand our officers explained the
electioneering restrictions to you.

Yes, quite thoroughly.

And you do understand you're not to
campaign any closer than the lines

Yes, sir. I won't be doing it again.

I'm glad to hear that.

It's just that... Well, I have so much
ground to make up and there's so little

time, I just announced my candidacy this
morning.

Politics is a funny business.

Yes, it's funny, but it's essential.

Well, I think we can let Mr. Scripps go.

Let's not have any more trouble out
there today, shall we?

Certainly not.

This is the kind of thing I want to
address only after taking office.

Pleasure, Lieutenant.

Good luck to you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much indeed.

You're a lucky man, Mr. Scripps.

You get to go home and watch it all on
TV now, don't you?

Yeah, he's going to be here. Henry!

Henry! Hi, Fred.

Are you busy tonight?

Uh, why?

I just got a call inviting me to
Cleveland headquarters.

Really? What for?

I don't know. He probably saw me on the
news last night. Anyhow, the aide said

he wants to meet with me.

You say why?

No!

I don't know, Henry. I just have this
funny feeling like something's going to

happen, something good. I can't explain
it. That's wonderful, isn't it?

I guess so.

Anyhow, my mother's going to babysit.
Can you come? Of course I can.

Henry, what if he wins?

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

I wouldn't hold my breath.

But it's possible, isn't it? I mean, he
really could win.

Sure it is.

Hello, Liz.

You.

How are you?

Why didn't you tell me you were a cop?

Well, you never asked me.

There was a lot of insincerity in what
you did, you know?

Well, I apologize.

It's part of the job. I give.

You know, Liz, I so enjoyed our talk the
other day. I was wondering if perhaps

we couldn't meet in some more congenial
environment.

Absolutely not. No chance. Forget about
it.

Well, friendship isn't impossible under
these circumstances, Liz.

I was seeing a lady of your occupational
persuasion until quite recently, until

our cultural differences became too
pronounced.

Ed, read my lips. No way.

Okay.

Still got some time left.

Searching for a subject that commends
itself to brevity.

Whoops.

Liz? Ed?

Do you want... Would you rather I just
go away?

Your token.

Ed?

Yes?

Yeah, I'd like to.

You'd like me to go away?

No, no. To talk.

I mean, you seemed like a pretty nice
guy the other day.

That's why I was so P .O.'d when you
turned out to be a cop. I can't find it.

What? Another token.

Oh, we can't get it up from outside.

Do you hear me clearly in there?

Yeah. I read you very well out here.

Would you call that symbolic, Liz?

What?

Well, aching for exchange, confronting
the walls of the isolated past, the

barriers of our natures. Is Ed your real
name?

Howard.

I like you.

I like you too, Liz.

Try to get it up.

Sorry? Well, I can't get it up from this
side. Try it from your side.

Liz!

I can't raise it! Well, go get tokens!

All right!

Hurry! Wait! Wait!

I'll be right back!

I gotta talk to you. You can't talk now,
babe.

Here, take my car.

Give me a call at this instant later,
okay?

This looks like it's gonna work, Alan.
How does it feel?

Testing. One, two, three, testing.

Nick!

Nick!

Give me some cooking.

Hurry, hurry.

Something wrong? I don't know yet.

Guy's hot to truck, huh? What can I do
for you?

Hey, good -looking.

Bud Truax, naughty fashions. You must
be... In charge.

Who's the Eiffel? Eiffel.

Mr. Kaplan's attorney.

Oh, that God rest poor Murray, I just
heard.

I've been coming in here seven years.

Murray Kaplan was a saint.

Had a heart like a side of beef.

You been with Murray long?

Not that long, no.

Murray, they broke the mole after that
guy.

Man understood.

Lance, I'm back.

You can take your time. I got lots of
tokens.

What was it you wanted exactly?

Well, as a matter of fact, we just got
our new fall line.

Take a look, touch, you feel.

This is a hot little item we call the
Iron Maiden.

Black patent Corinthian leather.

Stainless steel stays.

Knock eight inches off the most
indulgent waistline.

You want to move over here, bud?

Certainly.

Right on time.

Mr. Roblox is going to notarize our
agreement.

He lost about four days right after
Pearl Harbor. I've been trying to get

back ever since.

Funniest thing. He thinks it's last
ride.

If you could go over the particulars one
more time.

Nice dress.

Nice face.

Well, I just want to make sure we're in
complete synchronization before we

finalize the agreement.

What's the problem?

Do you smell smoke in here?

You know, it is a bit smoky, isn't it?

Well, I call on thee.

Please, let's not hasten this
unnecessarily, my friends. I simply

want to address both your problems and
the problems of Mr.

Kaplan's family. That's touching.

Do you smell smoke?

I think he gets the idea.

No, I mean, really.

It's a wire.

Police! Freeze!

Lola's here to see you.

Hi, Mike. How you doing?

I hear you've been having a tough time
in school.

Yeah.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Listen, maybe if you... Why don't you
just get out?

Why don't we both just get out? You feel
like taking a walk?

Your brother and sister play here?

Yeah.

You come here too?

Do you know what you're angry at, Mike?
You know what?

You're angry at your dad, aren't you?

He's saying all this stuff about him.

You think it's true?

I don't know.

He's a good guy.

He always has been.

He still is.

He killed him, didn't he?

Yes.

But it was an accident.

He was doing his job and something
happened he couldn't control.

That could happen to any cop.

Anytime.

But that's what the job's like.

That's why cops are different, you know.

I think the mother must hate my dad.

Yeah.

At first she did, but she forgave him.

If she can forgive him, you can too.

You have to.

What am I supposed to do when they make
fun of me?

Why don't you fight with me?

Well, the best way to show them how
tough you are is not to fight back.

Mike, people are going to say things
because they don't know any better.

Because they don't understand.

You have to take care of the family now.

Your mom needs you.

Your dad does too.

What's going to happen to him?

Is he going to be okay?

Yeah, he is.

It may take some time.

I'm scared.

I'm going to see your dad today.

Anything you want me to tell him?

Tell him to come home.

Tell him that I love him.

We got the two arsonists. Clean bust? We
lost the wire, but we may have enough

without it. The lawyer's here. He's with
Wachtell in interrogation. It's called

A .D .A. Bernstein. He's already with
us. Frank, you better take a look at

Nine years, the last three as deputy
chief.

A man I once respected.

But reflecting upon his shameless
manipulation of the events of the past

of weeks, I can no longer in good
conscience remain silent.

On October 24th, following the shooting
of Jimmy Robson, I had a meeting with

Chief Fletcher Daniels in his office.

in which he suggested that we prosecute
Mrs. Robson on child endangerment in

order to, and I quote,

take the heat off the department and my
candidacy.

Frank, they're getting a little
impatient out there. We're after a

Captain Frank Perillo and Assistant D
.A. Erwin Bernstein.

Mrs. Robson was arrested by officers
from Hill Street on the order of Captain

Perillo.

Chief Daniels yesterday disavowed
knowledge of the bringing of these

That is a blatant lie.

People will question rightfully why I've
waited to come forward. I can only say

that my own culpability has become more
than I can bear.

I fully endorse the candidacy of
Commander Cleveland.

A man whose integrity is beyond
reproach.

I am proud of the years that I've served
this city and this department, and I am

looking forward to many more.

Captain, this is the check for the
Robson fund. I'd like to have it

Mrs. Robson in her apartment. I'd like
it to be a couple of uniforms.

We'll do it after we vote.

Appreciate it.

Unacceptable, unacceptable,
unacceptable.

Frank, this is Arnold Ames representing
Gardner Waste Management Systems.

Pleasure. I want 1 % for our good faith
and 1 % for the royalty.

What do we have?

Working on a triangulated agreement,
Frank. It's a little complicated. Not

because of me. How's the bird?

First degree, thank God. If my brassiere
had caught fire, I'd be fighting for my

life.

You're here. I'm here representing the
three men you have in custody, Captain.

The arsonists.

Alleged arsonists.

Little, Andrews, and Roble.

All employees of Gardner Waste. It goes
as follows, Frank.

Gardner Waste has agreed to come up
considerably from their original offer

Wonderland. Ninety cents on the dollar.
Mr. Kaplan's family would also retain a

royalty for the continued use of
Murray's good name in connection with

Wonderland. One percent of all gross
incomes.

I want two percent with full oversight
access to all accounting procedures or

it's not going to fly.

Please, Alan.

Just let me finish.

Representing the interests of the Kaplan
family, Alan would agree not to pursue

a wrongful death suit against the city.

We've agreed on a cash settlement,
thereby avoiding a lengthy trial.

Cut to the chase, Irwin. I've spoken to
the DA and the Corporation Council.

They've cleared it from our end.

We will decline to prosecute the three
men arrested at Murray's this morning.

Threats were made that fully justified
those arrests. Upon reflection, Frank, I

think the remarks concerning smoke and
fire were sufficiently ambiguous.

Since when do we trade arrests to
protect special interests?

Your men were going to be named in that
civil suit, Frank. It's your interest,

too. So if you will agree to release
these three men...

I think everyone's interest in this
matter can be very neatly served.

I want my 2%. Alan, does your fire
insurance specifically cover arson? 1 %

could live with.

Excellent. God forbid Mrs. Kaplan should
have to worry.

Excuse me, Frank.

You had about 20 calls regarding
Mahoney's statement.

Later, Frank. And Chief Daniels is in
your office. Can we go ahead, Frank?

Let's see why not.

Seeing as how everybody's interest in
being so neatly served here.

Frank.

You're a very special person.

Chief, do me a favor, Frank.

Reach over and pull this knife out of my
back, will you?

I always knew Dennis was a little
tightly racked. It was effective in the

spot. Left by the hatchet? Polls are
only open four more hours. It's probably

too late.

Even so... I'm issuing a statement at
five.

We'll position him as a disturbed,
disenfranchised functionary.

There's his therapy history to deal
with, too.

What therapy history?

Hospitalized for depression, twice.

Been under a psychiatrist's care six
years now.

Very hush -hush. That has to be out of
the personnel record. You can't reveal

that. Somebody's already revealed it,
Frank. I'll simply comment on what's

public knowledge.

Want to be there for the statement?

I don't think so.

Now, on your end, Frank.

Questions are going to start coming fast
and furious.

Want to lay low for a while?

I'll be all right.

We'll see you through, Frank.

They can't very well go back and change
their votes, can they?

That's my knowledge. Of course not.
They'll see him for the lunatic he is.

Well, I've got to go vote myself now.

Then the missus and I are going to bowl
a few lines and head over to the hotel.

Hope to see you there.

Thank you, Frank.

Thanks for everything.

Quincy's gone.

Murray's gone. Got nothing now. Nothing.

You still got your job.

How long you think that's going to last?

You think they're going to pay these new
dudes? They don't pay, man. I got to

walk. Maybe that's good for you. Why
don't you get yourself on the program,

Get yourself straight. You know, you
probably could... I'm done with

Don't preach me programs.

What do you want me to do, huh, Vicki?

You can hire me.

As what?

Be a snitch.

Sorry, Vicki. I'm kind of over my budget
on snitches. Look, I got you, Quincy.

And I got your pictures in the paper.

You guys come in. Police operation.

Big deal. And you just shoot up people's
lives.

Shoot up the way they live. And you
think you can just leave? Hey, what can

say, huh? You owe me. Hey, you look here
now. I don't owe you nothing.

You are a stone junkie. And I just saved
your butt from going to jail. Quincy!

hard I gave you.

You call me next week, okay?

If you got something for me, we'll talk.

Now go ahead.

What's eating you?

Nothing. Then why are you acting like a
cigar store Indian?

I just can't get it out of my mind.
What?

Dying.

All that talk about cemetery plots.

I know it's dumb, but it's making me
nuts. Okay, hands to everybody.

It's like you know you're going to die,
right?

And when you've been dead for a million
years, that is just a fraction of how

long you're going to be dead, which is
forever.

It's getting morbid in here.

At least if I got stuffed.

Hey, nobody gets stuffed.

I've been reading this book about
Egyptians.

Egyptians did not get stuffed, they got
wrapped.

They got stuffed and then they got
wrapped.

And it's right around this corner.

All right, what's going on here? Who
called this thing in?

Ed, dear officer.

I'm not trying to do anything. I came
out.

This guy tried to get some money from
me.

When I refused, he grabbed a hold of me
and tried to take my water. Officers,

thank goodness you're here.

Let me say I go.

One dollar.

Just one dollar from every citizen would
be enough to put me over the top.

Now, that's not asking too much, is it?
We're going to have to take you in. But

I'm not guilty of anything except
perhaps a slight overzealousness,

how belatedly I started my campaign as
perfectly understandable.

It's this ungodly pressure.

The polls close in three hours.

Voter awareness of my programs is
certainly not catching fire.

It's uphill all the way.

I don't like this hallway one single
bit.

It'll only take a second, Andy.

Mrs. Robson, please.

She's busy.

Just wanted to give her something.

She doesn't want anything from you. It's
a contribution to the fund for Jimmy.

Easing your conscience?

Hey, pal, there's over $1 ,000 in that
envelope. And what do dead childs work

these days?

What's the trouble, John?

No trouble.

Mrs. Robson.

Officer.

Our condolences, ma 'am. This is for
Jimmy's fund from Hill Street.

Please accept it with our sympathies.

John, you can go inside now.

Officer Hill and Ranko, is that... Yes,
ma 'am.

Thank you.

Thank the other officers for me.

Thank you.

All your kindness.

Please, we must find some way to
expedite.

I've got to get back out there. Mr.
Scripps, two arrests in such a short

time make that problematical.

Well, if there's any hope of holding
that back from the public until they've

an opportunity to make their decision
free from the cult of personality based

solely on the merits of what... each one
of us stands for, then Mr. Scripps is

running for mayor.

Davenport.

I fervently believe that there is still
among us and in us a quorum of decency,

that the hearts of the people of this
country are vibrant with goodwill,

quiescent perhaps, but just waiting to
answer a call.

And I intend to sound that call.

Mr. Scripps, once the election is
decided, can we assume your urgency

this is going to relax?

Well,

unless, of course, we carry the day. And
if you don't carry the day?

Well, naturally, that's a prospect that
no politician is fond to consider. But

if you don't, could we assume that
there'd be an end to the kind of

we've had today?

Lieutenant, only a fool flies in the
face of the democratic process.

How eager is Complainton to pursue?

I've explained the court appearances to
him. He's less than enthusiastic.

Pull his clothes in about an hour.

There should be some paperwork to clear
up.

Take about an hour.

Can I go now?

It'll take a little while yet.

You're going to give me your solemn
promise that you'll stay out of trouble

the rest of the day.

My hand on it, sir.

We'll see what we can do.

Lieutenant, if we should fall short
today, you'd honor me if you would

consider coming aboard and managing my
next campaign.

I know that I barely know you, but I
sense that we share a

vision of the essential wonder of this
world.

booth and she was gone. She must have
been frightened or confused. Oh, Judas,

who knows, Henry.

But what troubles you?

What troubles me is realizing that I am
attracted to these fragile, victimized,

neurotic women.

I mean, she is hardly the first, Henry.

Fragile ego structure.

I guess.

What I can't reconcile is that
consciously this...

if you will, is the furthest imaginable
person that I envision spending my life

with.

What do you look like? Do you have an
idea?

Certainly. She's blonde, mid -thirties,
self -assured, confident, professional.

Got solid career prospects.

She's tall and slim.

She moves with the supple, muscular
grace of an athlete.

Or a dancer, which in fact she may once
have been. She's willowy.

Willowy and sensual.

Frank in the expression of her needs and
desires.

But completely capable of the most
genteel femininity.

Stylishly understated dress.

Well, well -read in history and poetry.

Firm grasp of her own opinions.

But a light musical laugh.

A firm handshake.

Maybe she wears glasses.

Maybe she's out there, Howard. But
where, Henry?

Where?

You know,

I always get a kick in the old adrenals
every time I give that lever a yank.

You know, when I'm in that booth by
myself, I can't help but feel the weight

the mantle of freedom. It's like the
hand of an old and trusted friend.

Freedom demands participation, don't you
think?

Yes. It's an obligation.

I'd say it's a sacred responsibility.

I must say it is heartening to know that
there are enough of us left running

counter to this infernal apathy to still
make a democracy of it. Oh, shoot.

I wasn't in there ten minutes. Not ten
minutes.

Madam, allow me. Allow you?

Allow me to dispense with this
inconvenience.

I'm a police officer.

Lieutenant Howard Hunter at your
service.

Oh, would you, Lieutenant?

It would be my very distinct pleasure.

Lieutenant, you're dear.

I've had four this month already. You
salvaged my day.

Well, whatever I can do to help.

Where are you stationed? Please, let me
call. Perhaps buy you a drink.

Give me a chance to more properly
express my gratitude.

Hill Street.

Hill Street Station.

Well, wonderful.

I'll be in touch.

I look forward to it. Thanks again.

Bye. Bye now.

Sometimes, Henry, life is kind.

Woman's taking my wallet.

With 14 % of the city's precincts
reporting, we're projecting a 56 to 42 %

margin. A stunning, decisive victory in
the mayoral race for last -minute

replacement candidate Ozzie Cleveland.
Supporters are gathering now at his

election headquarters at the Oakwood
Hotel for what will undoubtedly be one

the most joyous victory celebrations in
recent memory.

Cleveland began his campaign just ten
days ago after the tragic death of the

ultimate Benjamin Fisk.

Who did you vote for? I asked first.

Listen, I've got to go see Mike Perez.

You want some company? Yes.

I'd just like to say that I believe that
this is the dawn of a new era for the

city. We have an opportunity now to
revitalize this city.

God and the people of this city for
making this possible, I feel blessed.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going
to go downstairs and tell all those

wonderful exhausted people to take a
deep breath and enjoy tonight, because

tomorrow morning...

This is what you want?

mayor this evening.

How's he Cleveland?

Well, it's good.

It'll be good for cops, for all of us.

Yeah, I think it will be.

I'm coming back, Captain. I want you to
know I'm not gonna let you down.

You never did, Mike.

Well, they wanted me to stay here a few
more days, but I told them I want to get

back to work. I'm ready.

We'll watch you back as soon as you feel
up to it.

You tell everybody I feel all right.

I'd be glad to hear that.

Yeah, I feel all right.

Except, well, I don't know. It's the
strangest thing.

What's that?

It's where he grabbed me.

I can still feel his hands here. I can
feel him holding my leg.

He did that after I shot him.

I just can't seem to shake him.

It itches.