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Four, station house thefts. Lieutenant
Hunter has alerted us to a rash of

Contact him or me if you're missing
anything or if you have any clues.

Five, Lieutenant Goldbloom asks he
doesn't want to take any more calls, Ray

Repairman, for his house.

Six, new undercover.

Belker is at Monty's safe shop. These
are the cash machine ripoffs across from

there.

Seven. Captain Frillo will be in today.

We're expecting him at 0800 hours.

Hey, no funeral arrangements as of this
hour on Joe Coffey.

As many of you know, his mother and his
stepfather live in Florida. They've been

notified, and they're returning up here.
Last, the Coffey investigation.

Lieutenant Bunce is in charge, and
assigned with him are Detectives LaRue

Washington, Morrison, Berski, Vargas,
and McNeil.

Plus, division is helping out. Current
status is as follows.

No suspects in custody and no
eyewitnesses to the event. However, we

developing promising forensics.

Suspect and vehicle description and
other relevant data are on the board,

everybody. Please apprise yourselves.

People, whenever a cop killer is on a
loose and a good friend is gone,

things change for all of us.

Just remember that investigation points
to the fact that this is a street robber

who was interrupted in the act.

Let's not be getting paranoid that
somebody's out there stalking us. Just

your job.

Remain responsible as regards the
community, and let's get the guy.

Be careful out there.

Thanks.

Sergeant Bates. Lucy.

A desk.

Sit down. Okay, Lucy.

You need any time off? You need anybody
to talk?

Welcome back.

Sorry, the circumstances state.

Any developments?

It's a little slow.

Got a stolen vehicle report. Matches
Bates' van description.

No vehicle? Not yet. Nice to see you,
friend. Thank you.

Lieutenant Hunter, on those thefts,
we'll be wanting all our spearmen.

Of course, the coffee man. I'll help
you, sir. I was thinking to keep an eye

the khaki officers since they control
access to the squadron. Good enterprise,

Valentine. You know that Melvin in
particular.

He seems a flaky type.

Dan. Sir?

My Swiss Army knife.

Check your pocket.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, about 5 '10".
Caucasian, right.

No, not a light -skid Puerto Rican.

Caucasian. Blue kind of work shirt.
White high -fives.

Merrill Martin.

Come on, he ain't out of the joint yet.
You can do better than that. You better

do better.

Bunce. Lucy, it's policy. One I agree
with.

I'm going to give you these names.
Father Richardson's in the chaplain's

Very solid, very good man.

And Dr. Gordon, by reputation anyway, is
top -notch.

I believe he's the department's senior
staff psychologist.

So I guess it's take your pick, believe
in God or not.

Something like that.

Or you can talk to both of them.

Captain, I guess somebody sounds like
our man.

White male, light hair, 5 '10", medium
to slight build.

According to my snitch, he lives in his
SRO.

Guy's been knocking down liquor stores
up and down Van Buren. At La Rue in

Washington.

for Store Corner People's Drive.

You look like you've stuck in something,
chicky, huh?

Come on.

Hey,

hey, hey. Okay, okay. We got it. We got
it. Hey, hey. You kill a pal, buddy,

huh? Is that your thing? What the hell
are you talking about? You're under

arrest for suspicion of robbery and
murder.

You sure you can't paint over there
where the machine is?

Oh, no.

That's all metal over there.

Don't need paint, Mr. Gutbaum. Be a dead
giveaway.

The perp would get hinky.

Hinky? Yeah, hinky. Nervous,
unpredictable, subject to departure from

limo. Just go on your own business, Mr.
Gutbaum.

Everything's okay.

I can't help but being a little nervous.

Don't worry about a thing, Mr. G.
Anything goes down, I'm here.

And I got the officer to help me out.

Just kidding.

No way.

What kind of code do you use, you know,
when you got to use a facility?

Huh? What I'm saying is I could cover
for you. I don't need any help.

You're not dealing with untrained
personnel.

I mean, I got college credits in police
science. You study English, too?

Yeah, so? So how come you don't
understand when I tell you to take off?

And I got a brown belt in karate, sir.

That's terrific.

Then I will shoot you if you don't leave
me the hell alone.

Okay, okay, I get the message.

Uh, 10 -4.

I've got a customer for you in
interrogation, Ms. Gavin Ford. Dee

prostitution -controlled substance.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Hey, Rick Turner, booking.

Rob one, murder of a shopkeeper and a
cop. Do you want to feed these four? PD

a lawyer?

Is that me? You familiar?

I don't know. I can't see you. Good. All
right. Let's move you away from him.

We'll get you a liner.

Look, I'm going to wash this guy's hands
in a minute. Make sure we get a clean

print.

Same with all the girls that work on
Jefferson.

Check out Marla. They got pipe with me.

She's going to walk with a hundred
dollar fine.

Because she's paying off Judge Harden?
Paying off the judge, the bailiff, the

lawyer. They all getting something off
the working girl.

Do you have any proof of these
allegations?

Check it out.

You go to the court office. Over the
lunchtime, that's when he gets the

envelopes for the judge.

The clerk's office?

Next to Judge Hardin's courtroom?

I don't know.

Where's the bailiff's at?

He's the one.

If I'm saying the truth, can I get out?

Possibly.

I'll check into it.

You see, with the laser smoke, we've got
to scrub you real good.

Ah, it's hot!

Go on, soak down now, Chip, because if
you were in Mal's Smoke Shop and you

even a partial print, that laser smoke
was going to lift it off anything.

What, do you think I'm stupid, man? You
think I'm dumb? No, I don't think you're

very polite. That's what I think. Ah,
it's hot! It hurts! Not half as much as

the electric chair. Now, why don't you
get smart and tell me a story, huh?

Because we already got a cop that puts
you leaving the scene, and that gets you

80 % strapped in already, huh? Leaving
what scene? Mal's Smoke Shop, you

diphead! Come on, scrub!

I'm going to tell you I've never been in
a smoke shop.

What?

Last night? No, not last night.

Come on now, Chick.

We know that you didn't want to shoot a
cop, right?

We know that he surprised you, right?
I'm telling my lawyer, man. I'm telling

him about this washing crap.

Her story's this.

Brown's Law has told all their prost
clients not to come to them anymore to

to the public defender.

So they do. But then the pimp gets a
call telling him to drop money through a

mail slot in the law firm's building.

Money arrives before noon.

Girl gets off with a fine.

If it checks out and she'll testify, she
won't.

I'll talk to her about testimony.

How are you feeling?

Oh, wobbly.

Good enough.

Captain.

Counselor, you have a suspect on the
coffee shooting. He's in interrogation.

Thank you.

Are we on top of this, Norm?

You heard Bates' ID to show up.

Plus, the guy's given a partial
statement. He says he's been in Mal's

It's conceivable we may lose that as
coerced, but the guy's stupid, Captain.

think we can nail him. We're trashing
this place right now.

I also got some people coming in for
lineups on the other robberies. Sounds

good. Give me a price.

Yeah.

Joseph Hooker says Harden's the judge
and the lawyer's somebody in

Harden sounds like a match.

It's not a light sentence here, but real
uneven.

Can we get access to his clerk's office?

Sure. Administrative judge let us in.
Today?

Give it a try.

How's our coffee, suspect?

Well, as soon as his attorney's through,
we start the lineups.

Lieutenant. Yeah. When are you walking
for lineups?

About an hour after his lawyer's done
with him.

So, how are we doing on the case?

Hey, we got an eyewitness ID, namely
you. How much more do we need? Yeah, but

besides me, we're doing okay?

Yeah, not bad.

Like what?

Like, uh, like he's talking.

Look, we got witnesses for other
lineups, other jobs.

Good, because I don't think I can ID
him. Hey, you already said it was him

we brought him in. I know I did, so now
I'm not so sure.

Come on now, just, uh, you only saw him
for a couple of seconds. Now, uh, this

show -off was accidental.

And when you see him in the lineup,
you'll know. Maybe, maybe. I don't think

Hey, it's the same description.

He hits little stores and he whacks
people out. Now, you gotta come through

here. So what, do you want me to lie or
something? Is that what you're saying? I

told you I am not sure.

No, I don't want you to lie. I just,
uh...

I just want to get the guy that iced
your partner.

And I don't want to get the guy? Is that
what you're saying?

You think I want to let the guy go who
killed Joe?

I don't want him to work.

That's why I asked you.

Why don't you come up with some stuff?
Why don't you come up with his high

You bored? No.

419 in progress over here.

What? Yeah, brought an aisle, too. Just
boosted the crenshaw. It's up under her

garment. Her?

Pregnant women thieving like bandits.

Hold it a minute, ma 'am.

You got a problem?

Hey, let go of me! No need to cause, ma
'am. Hey, manager!

Under detention, Melba. Hey, let go of
me! Now, my name ain't Melba! Yeah, I

you, G. Hey, wait.

Did you steal something, lady? No!

Check the crenshaws in aisle three, Mr.
G. I believe you'll find the top one

missing. All right, all right.

months ago.

Let's examine the facts, shall we? Are
you crazy?

You want a lawsuit on your hands? That's
right, a lawsuit for false harassment.

Now, there is no melon balls here.

Now, am I right?

I ought to call your agency.

Look, it was a judgment call, Mr. G. The
top melon was missing. She emerges from

the aisle. What am I supposed to do? A
judgment call.

How long have you been doing this job?

Five days, sir.

A little less enthusiasm, okay?

I was in a video arcade, you know,
playing the games.

From when to when?

I was loaded. I don't know.

Is that the extent of your alibi? What's
wrong with it?

Nothing, but it would help if we could
prove it. So go ask him. Find a manager.

Maybe he saw me. Do you know his name or
have his description?

I don't know it, okay?

Maybe I was in my room. Maybe I was just
loaded. Mr. Turner, I'm not asking for

the world, but a degree of...

Consistency about your whereabouts would
help. Yeah, well, I don't know.

What about your statement to the police?

You were in the smoke shop.

Hey, I thought you said we'd get that
tossed. I'm simply trying to clarify.

So I'll cop, all right? I'll cop to a
couple of rip -offs. What, do you want

to say something stupid like I killed a
cop? No way in town, man. Not a chance.

You're standing for it.

Lineup's ready. We're going to be
running it in two or three parts.

Why's that?

We're having trouble rounding up a
couple of witnesses.

Your client's been a busy little beaver.
And so have you.

I understand you tortured Mr. Turner
with hot water.

Come on.

Your statement goes down the drain with
your water. Count on it.

Sergeant Bates.

Mr. Davenport.

I'm really sorry about Joe.

Thank you. Lieutenant Bunce just
informed me.

What sounded like a hitch and a line. I
don't know anything about it. Something

about other witnesses.

I certainly don't want to press you, but
I know the extra care you want to take

in getting the right perpetrator.

Correct.

Would you be willing to talk to me this
far?

Tell me, when you saw my client in
booking earlier, was that accidental or

Lieutenant Bunce lead him to you?
Accidental. Totally accidental.

Aren't you afraid to see my client being
brought in like prejudice, your ability

to be objective in a line -up? Look, I
don't want to discuss the case with you.

Excuse me.

Miss Davenport, they're looking for you
in line -up.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Hey,

don't let her get to you. About what?

She was asking you about what she saw,
right?

Wrong. Oh.

Rinsky, Barinsky, everybody has to butt
in. Tell me when to say something, when

not to say it, when to go to line -up,
when don't go to line -up. Do this.

That's him.

You sure?

Positive. Okay, that's it.

And what about Bates?

Uh, Captain.

I've decided to let her sit for a while,
Captain.

We've got enough to hold this yo -yo
without her. And to tell you the truth,

think she could use a little more time
to think it over.

Get rid of any possible doubts.

I wasn't aware she had any doubts.

Well, you know, Captain, I mean, she's
been through it, you know.

She's a woman, you know.

I mean, everybody has doubts about
something, which doesn't necessarily

anything. It's just that, well, you
can't be 100 % sure about anything in

world. See what I'm saying?

Lucy?

Captain. What are you doing?

Uh, just going through this stuff. It's
Turner's.

Recognize anything?

You know, all I saw were those white
high tops and that blue jacket shirt

Lieutenant Bunce says you're not sure of
your ID.

It just keeps running around and around
in my head. I think it's him. It

probably is, but, you know, I keep
thinking maybe.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there's a
chance that I made a mistake.

In that case... Like his eyes, you know,
or his hair.

It could have been longer.

I just got that short look at him. You
know, he's coming out of the doors about

30 feet away.

It's just confusing. That's... Lucy, if
you can place him at the site, it

certainly would be a big help.

But if you can't, you can't. Nobody
wants you to go any further with this

you legitimately can go.

I'm not so sure of that. Take it from
me, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

With that understanding, I'd like you to
take a look at him in the lineup.

Right.

All right, number three, step forward.

Turn to your right.

Turn to your left.

All right, face front.

Sorry, I'm just not sure.

Need me for anything else?

Are you planning on charging murder?

You just stay tuned.

The show ain't over.

Stan. Yeah? I'm taking Detective Sweeney
in probably a couple hours.

Okay. And Stan, book me a night tour,
will you? Yeah. Till coffee clears and

then the notice.

Good fishing, Lieutenant.

It's time to start using bar books,
Sergeant.

The Eater Brigade lost an entire gross
of officer -in -charge forms less than

hour ago. Oh?

Oh,

sorry, Lucia.

Sorry.

I keep forgetting he's dead.

I keep wanting to tell him things.

Well, why don't you just keep telling
him?

Really, there's no harm.

I guess that's what I'm doing.

I keep hearing him telling me back,

Luce, don't get jammed up.

Just do your job, do the best you can.

Let's show.

Sounds like it.

Is this Judge Beckerman? It's 217 down
the hall. Thanks.

Yo, Ronnie.

How's it hanging, man?

Not too bad.

What you got?

Hey, he looks familiar.

And a motion to declare you ugly, choose
there.

Go back to PR.

All of you. Pleasure doing business with
you. Buenos dias, bro.

I have today's winners, Marla Anderson,
Pam Boston, and the one Tiffany Brewer.

All of them good.

Bye.

Police, you're under arrest.

Hey, Zeus.

Hey, here we go.

You're under arrest.

Well, what you do? Catch up with Candy
Cameron.

Oh, man. You serious?

Uh -huh.

Bradbury. Come on.

Rinko, check the hot sheet for that red
Fiero.

8 -0 -7 -R -J -6.

No. I said no.

I keep thinking we're supposed to play
poker with it.

It's like caught halfway down the crawl.
Rinko, I don't even want to talk about

it.

Daryl Ann cried all night long. I had to
rock her in my arms until she went to

sleep.

I didn't sleep at all.

Me neither.

That's us, pal.

2202 in response.

Bobby Hill.

Bobby Hill.

Bobby

Hill.

Lord, didn't you hear me calling you?
No.

Must have been a lot of departments.

You hear that?

It's here. Let's see.

I'm going to tell you something, pal.

This ain't the day to be robbing people.

No lie.

Because if it wasn't for my part, you'd
have been shot four or five times

already.

Hey, don't open that can.

Don't drink that. Hey, I'm talking to
you. Don't watch it. For what? It's

against the law, for what? Hey, come
back here. Hey, you get out of my way

now. I'm going to knock you right on
your ass. What can I buy a beer? Nobody

tells me what I can say.

You get away from me.

Hey, man down.

Man down.

Hey, back up. Back up. Back up.

All right, all right, that's enough.

Just step away.

Go on.

Thanks, Nick. This is my commanding
officer, you know.

He was violating a PC -117.

When I approached the subject to request
compliance, he became abusive. Then

when I attempted to enforce the code, he
kicks me in the groin area. Hey, hey,

hey, he came after me with some of that
kung fu stuff, so I gave him a little

bazooka.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay. All I did was try to
defend myself. That's all. Okay, okay.

Take a hike.

Okay.

And stay out of trouble. What's going on
here?

I'm going to tell you something.

You have got a ticking bomb here.
Meaning what? I'm not talking to you. I

what you said. You said to leave you
alone. I went after the PC -117 myself.

Okay, so I underestimated the violence
potential. I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

I don't want you to take this the wrong
way, but have you ever stopped to think

about, I don't know, maybe going into
some other line of work?

You don't mean get out of law
enforcement?

Yes. No, no, you don't understand.

I mean, I have wanted to be a cop all my
life.

When I was a little kid, we used to have
these 211s going down, and this cop

used to roll on the squeals and kick the
door down, and he'd pull my old man off

my mom and tell me everything was going
to be okay, and, you know, I thought

that guy was some kind of god. That's
the most moronic thing I've ever heard.

You're fired.

Hold on, Mr.

Gottbaum.

Let's not go overboard.

I wouldn't. I would.

Listen, I want you to get out of your
agency.

And tell them to send me somebody
normal.

One of their ex -cons.

Can't help me out on this one, big guy.

This is a cool breathing, Mick.

Okay, we got a van. This look like the
one?

Yeah. Good. It's an impound. Go take a
look at it.

Bunce.

Sorry about what happened before.

You know, I'd do anything in the world
to make this case.

Just go on down, huh? S .A .D. is
looking for Prince already.

There's Roy Slade, robbery and assault.

Stay right here.

Mario Mangella, Esquire.

Retained on behalf of Truesdale and
Martinez.

Martinez don't want you, Mr. Mangella.
Well, I was informed that he did. Well,

you don't.

He proud sent a lawyer to me to
protect... himself, not me.

You want a public defender?

I want Brown's back here.

Are you claiming you had no idea there
was anything in that envelope?

No way, Frank.

Jesus, you can't be a lawyer with a
bribery conviction on your sheet. But

now, you and the bailiff are all we got.

And he's not saying a thing. Am I right?

That's because Brown has him all.

Ernie Brown's in interrogation B.

Yeah, you got someplace now.

Hang him out to dry.

Get him a bail he can make.

And a fest to Raymond.

Next bus.

And lizards.

in every building within three blocks of
Mal's Smokes. I don't think there's a

witness out there. It ain't gonna come
off the neighborhood. It's gonna come

the trade. Some guy who walked in when
the place was being robbed. Okay, I'll

back at Turner's crib. Lieutenant S .I
.D., line three.

with zebra stripes.

You know what I thought?

I'm as disappointed as you are, I'm
sure, Captain.

The kid had energy, kind of simian
intelligence.

I thought some guts.

Cut it, Mr. Brown. Cut what?

Do you know why I quit representing
prostitutes?

Precisely because of corruption.

I can't afford corruption.

My practice is too successful.

Or do you mean...

She can't afford a close connection to
it, so you shunt the girls off to the

public defender and... Look, I can
believe that some people in my office

made phone calls, taken envelopes, but
surely they don't need my cooperation.

Now, how can I help?

You can wire my office if you want. A
subject of privilege, of course.

What? Martinez.

Martinez says it's you.

I think it's him.

Now, if you don't have grounds to hold
me, people, I have a full afternoon in

part 17.

Don't make any mistakes, Mr. Brown.

How about when you went out with that
man?

That was good.

And who stood up for you? Who said he
was beautiful?

I wanted to puke. Valentine, come on.
Valentine, Valentine.

You don't even know my first name.

Yes, of course I do. It's John.

What's holding up the lineups on Turner?

A couple of witnesses still being
brought in.

Move them to a raiment by 4 p .m. or I'm
bringing habeas corpus.

Stan, I'm out to Mel's smoke shop.

Neil,

maybe they should reopen the smoke shop.

Some of the regular after work customers
might come by. We're going to lose a

couple more hours.

Deliveries? What about them?

Nobody makes delivery six at night, Liz.

Anything new?

No.

That's it. They were going to dust the
shelves.

You ID'd the van?

Yeah, that's it.

Now, uh, maybe we find a print on the
steering wheel or something, and we're

business. I hope so.

Look, uh, maybe I came down hard on you
before.

I know this whole situation's got to be
a stone crusher.

Yeah. Well, I'm going to go talk to the
department shrink, ask him if he knows

Hibbert.

You know how they help you recreate past
scenes?

Anyway, I'm on my way to division.

You know, driving to work this morning,
I hear one of them ads for real estate

school. Usually I don't listen to them.
I just tune them out. But today, I was

listening.

You were going to real estate school?
No, I didn't say I was going to go. I

said I was listening. How much money do
you think you can make in this? $60

,000. $50 ,000.

$100 ,000.

Listen to 2202 Corner of Bailey and
112th Street. We'll proceed to

emergency room where he called. You know
what? I don't feel sorry for you at all

because you stole a car and you don't
even know how to drive, do you? What the

hell is this world coming to? You want
no rest for Grand Theft Auto, buddy. You

have the right to remain silent. If you
give us that right, anything you say

can't live without it.

Well, just hearing your description on a
radio call, how come you didn't see it?

Well, see, you've got to realize that we
just run the impression there was a

suspect in custody. We've got one
suspect.

A suspect. That don't mean stop looking.
Well, we heard that Sergeant Bates had

identified him. You heard that? Where'd
you hear it from? You never heard it

from me. Well, there was talk about it.
So it was a rumor.

Well, you don't act on rumors. That's
not how things are done.

All right, look, so we all make
mistakes, huh?

The important thing is we've got another
possible.

Hey, a walk -tel will sign a warrant. We
can swing by and pick it up. All right,

let's go.

I'm not sure.

Lucy.

Your partner, Joe, enjoys an eternal
life in Christ.

Doesn't really change anything, does it?
Nor does it rid us of grief or a sense

of loss. No.

Thanks.

You know, we've got this guy, and I
really think that he killed Joe, but...

I wasn't a good cop. I didn't see what I
should have seen, and now he's going to

get away. I don't know if you were a
good cop or not, but if I were you, I

wouldn't railroad anyone.

My understanding is that there are times
to trust your heart and times to trust

your eyes.

Hey,

Sergeant. You know where Neil and Buster
are at? Uh -uh. Out someplace. Hey,

Luce, you got a second?

What do you got?

It came to a turn. Does this stuff look
familiar?

Were they together? I mean, did it look
like he could have worn it yesterday?

We found it in a pillowcase of stuff in
the back of a closet.

Okay, thanks.

Captain, I'd like to try the lineup
again.

I have to tell you, Bruce, by now its
value as evidence is minimal.

I know, but what else have we got? I
mean, we've got no gun, no other

and now I hear we don't even have
Bunce's statement. Have you had a change

heart?

I think so.

Yes, I'd like to try. All right, have
Stan set it up. I did see some sneakers

from Turner's apartment.

They mustn't influence you in the
lineup.

Right.

What's going on?

We're putting Turner back in the lineup
for Bates. Oh, come on. We concede prior

prejudicial effect. Do you concede
Turner's being framed?

Show -up ID followed by a failed lineup.
You have a new lineup? This is

vigilante atmosphere, Captain.

Sorry, but you're building your little
castle on sand.

Mr. Turner is going to have a very
strong defense.

Graham Hasselbach, GLA.

Suspicion murder.

All right, Sergeant.

I've got a new candidate for you.

Just lost his apartment.

Found a cannon.

Anyone looking more like it?

I don't know.

Okay, I don't know.

I don't know.

I was wrong.

I almost nailed maybe the wrong guy. Now
they got another guy. Whom you

recognize?

Lucy, I won't allow you in another
lineup.

It was so quick. It was just... I'm
sorry, but it was... Captain, new

with a gun. We're sending for an 18B in
a rush on ballistics.

I'll watch where you're going

requesting assistance, ambulance, Decker
in third.

We got him. We got him, Mick.

Are you crazy?

I seen you chasing him.

So you ran him over and killed him?

He ain't dead.

Just shook up a little. I hit him just
right, you know, not too hard. What the

hell are you doing here?

Well, I come back to get my check, and I
seen you chasing this guy, so I figured

maybe you could use a little help.

You would have got away.

Don't I at least get a thank you here?
Thank you.

I sank you!

You're lucky I don't have you arrested
for attempted manslaughter.

No way, Mick. It's a clear -cut PL
-339C.

Justifiable assistance to a peace
officer.

You know, I, uh, I got canned at the
agency. Oh, am I sorry to hear that.

every knock's a boost, am I right? You
know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna resubmit my application to the
department.

The police department?

Yeah.

I figured maybe you could give me a
reference, you know?

Wow.

Four detox programs for meth, seven
arrests.

How many convictions?

Oh, you're going to add to that count,
Billy.

You guys.

Hey, tell me, which one of you plays the
good guy and who plays the bad guy?

Oh, Billy knows how it works.

Yeah, you know I do.

It says here he wet his bed.

They recommend rubber sheets.

That's funny, man.

All right, I want a lawyer. I want the
PD.

Oh, we're getting sensitive.

You don't get the PD. She's representing
the raw suspect.

You get an 18B dude.

What's that?

A court -appointed shyster with nothing
to gain representing a loser like you.

Hey, when you make a puddle, do you
sleep in it?

No,

if you can't control yourself, girl, I'm
going to have to spank you with a

rolled -up newspaper.

Where the hell's Brown?

Huh? You let Brown...

No probable cause to hold him. What
about him ruining my life? What about

lying? At least let me wear a wire
against the man. Jesus, you know he

talk to you now.

I know that.

I know one thing. You should be ashamed
of yourself.

And you, Frankie, shame on you pigs.

Hey, Seuss, we're continuing the
investigation.

We're going after Judge Harden as well
as Brown. If I thought you were totally

innocent, I'd tell you more.

I don't need to know anymore.

Okay, Frankie?

Come right down to it.

The man's a bunch of little girls.
Believe me, I will deal with Brown

S .I .D. fired Hasselbeck's gun.

It pilled off as a cover.

Tell us again what you did last night.

Went to the mayor's ball, met
Cinderella, and the two of you must have

the ladies' room.

Enough already!

You are wrong about...

I'm reading your sheet, little man.

Your gun killed our cop, Mr. Hasselbeck.

Let's get him around.

Yeah, come on. Let's go.

Jack, no one knows better than I that
emergency action team duty exacts a

And I've decided that disciplinary
action is not appropriate.

And on a more personal note, I forgive
you.

You forgive me?

You're the one who's been driving me
crazy in the first place.

Lieutenant, come on. Give me about three
and a half hours on the zen stealth of

the true ninja.

And then... Then they give warrior of
the month to Bunce.

Norman Bunce. He's not even an eater.

That was a moment of true happiness for
me, Lieutenant.

Classic projection of your own
inadequacies. It is the ritualistic

slaying of the father.

doubt you could sire a worm.

It all fits.

The endless preening, the incessant
cleaning of the weapon.

You talk tough, Lieutenant, but you're a
sick man.

You have gone too far, Valentine.

You're through.

You get a look at the other guy?

No, but I heard Mr. Brown.

He was screaming at him.

Fabian, I feel like I've brought you
into another lousy thing.

What do you mean?

You've had so many hard things in your
life, and now you've got to deal with

another one.

It's not this hard, Luce.

You're not alone.

You aren't either, babe.

So anyway, we've got this jumper, right?
This old bird is real freaked out.

Legs about this wide, old coffee's
hitching out to the guy, says, You

me! I'll push you.

Oh, Coffey looks back at me and says,
you grabbed me, I'll push you.

Pretty close position to firemen. If
there's going to be a fall, they're

to be under Coffey and not the guy.

So Coffey finally talks him out of it. I
mean, it takes about three hours. He

says, I was in Vietnam denying all that
good stuff. He finally gets the guy out

and they take his picture. They take his
picture for the paper. The next day,

Briscoe goes to reprimand to him because
he didn't have on his hat when he had

the picture taken.

Oh, hey, you remember the time we were
in that hot dog stand?

Coffee is hitting on us absolutely
gorgeous.

I'm talking grade A primo carne, right?
All right, now, I'm sick because he's

doing pretty good.

And a call comes in.

It's a big job in the coffee sector.

Coffee is acting like a big man with the
girl.

We'll take care of this. Let me just
swing into action here.

He's grabbing the broad's phone number
while he's fishing around in his pockets

for his car keys. And then he realizes
that he left them in the ignition.

And he's locked out of his unit.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to interrupt.

I just heard about your buddy getting
killed, and I just wanted to express

my condolences, you know.

I understand you folks go around.

No. Thanks.

I remember one bus just after he came on
the job.

Coffee comes up to me.

I don't even know him.

He's all serious.

Face all scrunched up, you know, like he
used to get.

He tells me that I wrote up my arrest
report wrong.

to myself, oh my God, is this dude from
Internal Affairs or what?

It turns out that Neil spelled his name
wrong.

He said, it's coffee with a wine.

Not like what you drink.