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- Sounds good to me.

Yeah. Okay, we'll do it that way.

- We're at our side of the warehouse,

ready to move in.

- Waiting on your signal.

- I'm getting to old for this.

Go ahead! Let's do it.

(slow dramatic music)

(gun cocks)

- Hold it, police!

- [Man Off Screen] No! (gun shot)

I got it, partner

(gun being cocked)

(gun shot)

(man cries in pain)

- Oh my God! Oh my God!

Oh my God.

- [Officer Silardi] Oh, my butt...

(upbeat music with saxophone)

Coming through.

- He's my partner, I'm riding with him.

- No, Mo, I said I was okay.

I don't need anybody riding in with me.

- Are you sure?

- Yes I'm sure, it just hurts like hell, okay!

- I shot my partner!

- He'll be alright.

He's alive, that's all that's important.

- I shot a chunk out of his butt.

- Mo I have to take the responsibility,

I was in charge of the detail. (ambulance siren ringing)

God this job's starting to get to me.

(Hooperman sighs)

- [Rudy] There he is, and looking the picture of innocence.

- Come on, it's fixed, right?

- In your head it's fixed, Hooperman.

We got no heat, no stove, no hot water. Again!

- The whole building's in an uproar.

- You're gonna fix it, Hooperman.

And you're gonna fix it tonight.

- The guy dug a trench in the basement,

he put in a valve the size of a Buick.

What do you want from me?

- I want heat, Hooperman! When I'm chilly, I'm moody.

- Rent's due tomorrow, Hooperman. No gas, no cash.

- Oh, I just have to share this with somebody!

It's an article about prehistoric neanderthal man,

and it says that they were robust and healthy

because they lived in an ice age

and took baths in cold mountain streams.

It also says that they loved flowers and children

and maybe even nurtured the concept of an afterlife.

Isn't that beautiful?

People are basically good, huh?

- Uh-huh!

- I just know they are! - Yeah! (woman giggles)

- Good night! - Good night.

I got a 24 hour emergency service, I'll

call the guy and get him back down here.

- Likely story.

- We know what night it is, Hooperman.

Don't try sneaking off to no jazz club.

- [Rudy] Mmhmm.

(Bijoux whines)

- Stow it Bij. It's Tuesday, I fed you at noon.

And now, I'm getting rid of this,

and I'm going to Another Planet.

But how?

(chuckles)

It's too late, hound from hell.

I'm as good as out of here. (Bijoux barks and growls)

- (gasps) Harry Hooperman, I don't believe this!

- What, I'm going to my car for a second!

- To drive away to play the blues?

- Do you see a saxophone? Hmm?

I don't see a saxophone, I wouldn't run out on you guys.

I'm just on my way to an all-night butane store!

- Oh Harry! You know what, I just happened to

finish reading and look out the window when you

were lowering your saxophone, and a very

unsavory looking character in gold Lamé swimming trunks

is about half away through untying the second knot.

- Mm. Harry Hooperman, slumlord musician.

(smooth jazz music)

- On drums, we call him the Brush, Jake Johnson.

(crowd applauds)

On guitar, doctor Joe Dogomigro.

(crowd applauds)

On sax, Mr. Tuesday Night, Harry Hooperman.

(crowd applauds)

And over there hugging his upright,

the legendary Oz Henry. (crowd applauds)

And I'm Max, we sure hope you're

enjoying yourself out there.

Another Planet, we'll be right back at ya in a little while.

- We felt good tonight, real good.

- Yeah, it always feels good.

- I mean, I'm finally starting to feel

connected to the guys, the music, you know.

I've been practicing a lot. You practice, don't you?

- Nah. They don't pay, I don't play.

- I mean I'm really feeling a change in my stuff.

It was a great set, huh?

- Yeah, it was pretty solid.

Especially Moondance, now that was beautiful.

- Max, I didn't play on Moondance.

- Yeah, beautiful.

_ Max?

- What can I do for you?

- Doesn't sound like she's talking to me.

Oh no no, the mix goes under the bar.

Here I'll show you.

- I'll just have a grapefruit juice.

- You're the adventurous type.

I can come up with something that will really warm you up.

- Uh-huh. Well I'm pretty thermal as it is,

but what exactly could that be?

- It would be after I get off.

It would start with chocolate sauce,

and end with the words have mercy.

(Hooperman laughs)

- Is there a money exchange involved here?

- (laughs) I don't exchange it. But I accept it.

(sighs)

- Whew. I hate breaking in a new bartender.

- Max, your waitress is a hooker.

- Hillary? She told me she

was studying to be an interpreter.

- Yeah, I'll bet she can say "Till your brains fall out"

in ten different languages.

- God bless the child.

- Max when I come down here, I try to put away

the cop thing, I'm just Harry Hooperman,

citizen and sax virtuoso. But it's--

You know, I gotta tell you there's a limit

to how much I can look the other way.

As it is, I can't go into your bathroom.

I'd have to arrest everybody in there.

- Oh it's a tough gig, owning a club.

- Max, are you kidding me?

Look, you get to hang outwith musicians,

play jazz all night I°n9, make people happy.

It's better than the sewer I trash around in.

- Hey, you're a landlord. You own a building

where people pay you rent, your overheads covered.

- Are you kidding? That building needs money faster

than a slot machine, I'd love to sell that place.

- If you're looking to reinvest the profits,

you can take half of this joint.

I could use some relief.

- You mean you'd really consider taking in a partner?

- Well, it's something to talk about.

Well, time to play that funky music, white boy.

All right, here we go.

- Let's hold nothing back.

This is it boys, over the hill.

- A one, two, a one two three four.

(band starts playing)

- Don't worry. You'll be off the desk

in a few days and back on the roster.

- I can't believe you put that thing back together.

- Always been good with my hands.

Something to fall back on, if

the city ever gets cutback fever.

- I have absolutely no aptitude for something like that.

No coordination. Obviously.

- There's no sense in beating yourself up over this.

It was an accident, it could've happened to anybody.

- I've told myself that at least a thousand times.

It's easy to say when you're not

the one who pulled the trigger.

- I backed a squad car over my first partner.

It didn't really hurt him that much,

mainly just shook him up, snapped off a front tooth.

- Did they suspend you?

- No, well, it really wasn't my fault, but

he refused to ride with me after that.

Well eventually he transferred to the bomb squad.

Figured it was safer.

- He refused to ride with you?

- Mo. Now Rick can't possibly blame you for what happened.

- Yeah.

- Why don't you take a few days off?

You'll feel better.

- Thanks Captain. I might.

- Hey Bobo, pass these around.

Bushkin, here you go sweetheart.

- Another Planet? I love astronomy.

- Uh, it's a jazz club, I'm in the band.

- Oh I love bands! In the 60s I was groupie for the Turtles!

(Hooperman grunts)

- Hey Mo! How ya doing?

You're not doing that great, are you.

- I'm working through it.

- You know what you should do?

You should get in your car, and take a drive.

Up the coast to Reno, just drive anywhere.

If you don't do something, this will eat you up.

Believe me, it's not worth it.

Mo.

You're a good cop, trust me.

- Thanks.

- Take it easy! I know my rights.

- Good, then you already know you have the right to shut up.

- [Perp] I want my phone call.

- You'll get your call. In the meantime,

we'd like you to wait in the lobby.

Walk around and visit the gift shop.

- McNeil I've seen that guy, he came into the club.

What's the story?

- Armed robbery.

- With a Saturday Night Special?

- Strictly pro merchandise.

- Let's get Pritzger.

I think I know where he got that piece.

- Imogene? - Imogene, and she's nasty.

I like her.

- You know that crud we busted at the warehouse?

They got sprung, all three of them.

Heavy bail, no problem.

They got the money and the mouthpiece to pull strings.

Silardi got shot for nothing.

- Probably halfway to Canada by now.

- God, we're nothing but a bunch of babysitters.

What the hell good are we, anyway?

(Hooperman hits the locker repeatedly)

- Harry. Harry!

Harry! - What!

- That's my locker.

" (sighs) Sorry.

I'm just not getting anything

out of this job anymore, Clarence.

I've been at it, what, 15 years?

I haven't seen us put a dent in

the crime index, it's gone up!

We bag these creeps, book 'em.

Give them a hot meal, and then

blow them back out on the street again.

I don't know about you, but I'm tired of feeling useless.

- [McNeil] That comes with the job sometimes.

- Maybe it's time to walk away from the job.

Early retirement.

- You've got too much invested.

- And what have I gotten back? Huh?

Being a cop has cost me,

it cost me my relationship with Susan Smith,

it cost me having a family.

I'm not getting any younger, and I want to be happy.

- You want a lot.

- Yeah I do, and I'm gonna go for it.

I gotta major shot at getting back into my music.

- Music isn't going to make you happy, Harry.

You're not a cat, you're a cop.

- I don't think so anymore.

(forlorn saxophone music)

- Knock it off.

- Are you in pain?

- I've lost all the feeling in my left cheek.

- But the doctors are hopeful it'll come back.

- Maybe, but it won't be the same.

- What about physical therapy?

- Did you see what the guys at the department sent me?

A handicapped parking toilet seat.

- Sometimes they can be such asses.

(seat slamming down)

You know, scars can be very sexy!

You have character, mystery.

- And 17 stitches. - Come on, Rick!

- This is the most embarrassing, humiliating,

painful thing that has ever happened to me.

I will be eating humble pie over this

for the rest of my life.

Do you know how many cops have shot their partners

in the back porch in the last five years? None!

None DeMott, absolutely none!

You have created a statistic!

Do you know what it is to feel

like you don't have a left butt?

It is very disconcerting!

I will never walk in front of you again.

(jazz band playing bright music)

(Hooperman goes into energetic solo)

(crowd applauds)

- Finished already? - That's all she wrote.

We're gonna take the air out of the ball for

a quick five or 10, and then slide back at ya.

- That's Vietnamese for "You're beautiful".

You see, I was a POW fortwo years.

Spent most of that time in tiger cages,

I finally managed to escape.

I freed 108 men and led them to safety

through 27 miles of jungle.

You might say Rambo was loosely based on my experiences.

- Why are you telling me this?

- Well you see, that's why I ordered these

two Screaming Banshees for you. The first thing I wanted

when I got to Saigon was two of these.

It was a special occasion in my life.

And tonight, it's gonna be a special occasion in your life.

- Don't tell me the Screaming Banshees Rambo bit.

- Hey, it works 60% of the time. (both laugh)

- That woman just blew you a wet one, Harry.

How could you not notice something like that?

- I can't notice much of anything right now,

this has got me crazed, I don't like it,

I just don't like it.

- Look, you're the one who brought it to our attention.

If the guy's selling guns out of here,

he's got to be busted.

- Yeah, but I want me to be wrong about this.

This is the only unspoiled place I've got.

This is my free parking zone,

I feel lousy doing this to Max.

- If he's dirty, he goes down, friend or no friend.

- I'm violating the musicians code!

Players are straight with each other.

You don't understand, you're not a player.

- Well correct me if I'm wrong,

but I don't recall anyone named Dizzy in your family tree.

You're still a cop, Harry.

Least till you turn in that badge.

- [Hooperman] Okay, here we go.

- Light beer.

It's a nice place. I like this place.

Harvey said I'd like this place.

Harvey Anson. You know him?

- I'm new here, man.

- Harvey and I spent some time together,

in very close quarters, if you know what I mean.

(bartender laughs)

- So you and Harvey were in Quinten together, right?

- I think you mean Soledad, don't ya?

Harvey told me the folks in here were friendly. Helpful.

I think he must have meant Buddy.

- Yeah, well, I'm Buddy.

- So, Buddy. I got a big job coming up.

Looks to be a hostile takeover.

I'm gonna need some heavy backup.

- Now that could cost you a lot of money.

- [Pritzger] Takes money to make money.

- Well I'll tell you what.

If you came around tomorrow, I

could see what I can set up for ya.

- Buddy, you're a pal.

- Pal? Beer's two bucks.

- Pay dirt. - Damn.

- Weapon's discharge is ruled in favor

of an accidental shooting. Case is closed.

Officer DeMott, you can put your uniform back on.

- That's great, Captain. Thank you.

- Good, that's good for her.

- No remember, keep it low-key tonight.

If it goes down the way we think,

move that bartender quick out the back.

Cuff him in the alley, I don't

want the customers going crazy.

I don't want to hurt Max's business.

- [Pritzger] What if Max is in on it?

- I don't even want to think about that.

- All right. Let's go the parking lot, Rick.

I'll just stand there, and you can blast off

the feature of your choice, right side or left.

- Don't be ridiculous, DeMott.

What would that accomplish?

- We'd be even. An eye for an eye, a cheek for a cheek.

- You're acting like a child.

- And you're taking advantage of my pain.

- Your pain! I've got 17 stitches,

you know what that feels like?

- The feeling's coming back in your butt?

- Yes! And now I realize just how I much I hurt!

- You're not the only victim.

If I could make it even, if I could do anything

to have made it not happen, I would have, I swear!

I wish it was me who got shot, Rick.

Because let me tell you something.

No matter how much you hurt, it's nothing

compared to how it's killing me.

- Silardi and DeMott together again.

(DeMott grunts and Silardi mutters)

- I talked to my lawyer. We're this close to being partners.

- Sounds great.

- Oh yeah. And here's something else.

I've been shmoozing these record GUYS.

And they're ready to cut an album.

Live, right here.

- You'd put me on an album?

- Hey, by the time we do it, you'll have some serious chops.

And maybe we can get a tour off of this.

- Let me handle these guys, and then we'll do some business.

- I got time.

- Great, a friendly face.

- Get away from me.

- What?

- Just get the hell away from me.

- I don't understand, what's the matter with you?

- If you don't buzz off right now,

I'll break your leg, I'll break it,

I'll break it in half across my knee

now get the hell away from me!

- Well, don't we have an attitude tonight.

- So let's see the cash.

- Inspector Boris Pritzger, SFPD.

You're under arrest, penal code section 12091.

Possession and sale of altered firearms.

- Ahh!

- All right! I'm leaving!

(crowd shouting) Okay!

- [Bushkin] You're hurting me.

- Don't even think about following me,

or she gets reconstructive surgery.

(saxophone note, Buddy shouts)

- [Hooperman] Are you all right?

- I'm crossing this place off my list.

- That's probably the best I've

ever seen you on the sax, Harry.

You've gotta know that I wasn't hip to any of this.

- Yeah I know Max, but I'm still gonna have to

turn everything over to the ABC.

I wish I could--

- You're a cop. Do your cop thing.

But, I think you're gonna have to

find another gig for Tuesday nights.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

I'm gonna miss all this.

- Well, it was fun while it lasted.

- Hooperman.

I'm gonna miss you.

I really like the way you played.

(phone ringing)

- Burglary, Phil's Poultry Venice & Broadway.

Nice to see you sitting down, Rick.

- Thanks Bushkin.

- That's us.

- Should I take a bullet proof vest?

- Come here.

- This ends right here, right now.

I have suffered, I have cried.

I have done everything to deserve your forgiveness.

- It is traumatizing to get shot!

- It is traumatizing to shoot someone!

- Well you don't have a constant reminder of it!

- Oh yeah? Check it out.

- What are you doing?

- [DeMott] You're marked for life.

I'm marked for life.

- You got a tattoo for me?

You're sick!

- Are we even?

- Did it hurt?

' Yes!

- Good!

Good.

(smooth jazz music)