All language subtitles for Hill.Street.Blues.S02E02.Blood.Money

[Chattering, Laughing]

Item Nine- Excuse me.

Am I doing this for my health?

- [Room Quiets]
- All right then.

Item Nine-Another driver
for the Top Hat Cab Company...

was hit last night
in the 1400 block of East Utica.

That makes nine in the past two weeks...

two of which involved serious injuries.

Suspect is one medium-built
Caucasian, late 20s...

sporting a smallish mustache,
a.38 S & W...

and a rather large
and inventive wardrobe...

variously described by his victims as...

- among other things, a priest, a male prostitute...
- [Laughter]

A female prostitute,
and a young executive type.

Belker, Yonke and Schmeltzer will
continue driving undercover for Top Hat...

until this trick or treater's put away, but...

- let's all keep our eyes peeled, shall we?
- [Gurgling]

Baby!

- Do you mind?
- [Laughing]

Item 10-
Jack's Sporting Goods was hit last night...

for over 200 firearms and nearly
10,000 rounds of ammunition.

- [Whistling]
- Now, for those of you not easily impressed...

that represents nearly twice
the firepower of the entire day shift.

- I'm impressed.
- At this point it looks gang-related.

Word on the street puts JesseJohn Hudson
back in control of the Black Arrow...

- which may or may not explain
that warlord of theirs...
- Oh, man.

Found refrigerated on
Lennox Avenue two days ago.

Either way, there's
a lot of fear out there, so, uh...

let's be sensitized to that situation.

Well, what are we waitin'for?
Let's roll.

And, uh, let's be careful out there.

[Chattering Resumes]

Hold it. We're gonna need
crowd control for a morguejob...

thatjust turned up
at East Ferry and Jefferson.

Hill, Renko, Bates...

Coffey, Lyle, Coley.

No time for coffee.
No time for doughnuts.

No time for boys and girls.
No time for anything.

From roll call to crowd control
in seconds flat.

Philip Esterhaus knows how
I hate to miss my breakfast.

Renko, if you got out of bed
a half an hour earlier...

- you could have breakfast at home.
- Renko.

- I had a French toast and orange juice.
- So?

I had two bowls of cornflakes,
and I ran three miles.

[Gurgling]

That's an interesting
evolutionary study there, isn't it?

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Oh, now, wait a minute, Renko.

- Your minute lasts an hour in there.
- Doggone it, Bobby.

You know if I don't have my morning
sit down, I'll be in a foul mood all day!

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

I know this hasn't
been easy for you, Grace.

Affairs aborted never are.

I was up all night.
Was agonizing in the extremis.

But I've come to the conclusion
it's best if we separate.

I need to reevaluate my life, priority-wise.

She hung up.

Chin up, Phil.
It's a damned hard blow to the woman...

but she'll recover.

- Heather? Who's Heather?
- She's a health freak I met
at my last double-A mixer.

I'll tell you something, Neal,
it's truly a wonderful thing...

to be able to spend
an entire evening with a woman...

- without a bottle of booze for a backup.
- [Laughs]

- So what'd you two do all night, huh?
- You name it.

Ginseng, mushrooms, someJamaican...

- Mm-hmm.
- A six-pack of some weird massage oil.

The chick is a Kama Sutra on wheels, man.

- We had the cats up till dawn.
- Oh, man.

You know, you really give new meaning
to the word rehabilitated.

Come on. Come on.
Let's go. Let's go.

Come on, Frank, give me a shot.

Three undercover guys aren't enough,
not for an 80-cab fleet.

I don't think
it's such a great idea, Henry.

- This character's been known to shoot people.
- So what am I, a debutante?

You know, ifTop Hat goes out of business...

there's not gonna be one cab company
within five miles of this precinct?

- I'm aware of that, Henry.
- Then let me drive for a couple of days.

I feel really strongly about this, Frank.

I don't want to be a pencil pusher.

Nobody's gonna take you
for a cabbie in those clothes.

No, but they will with the outfit
I brought in this morning.

- [Horn Honking]
- Did they get an I.D. On her yet?

Nah. Just one of the local streetwalkers.

[All Chattering]

[Police Radio Chatter]

This doesn't have any sugar in it.
It's terrible.

- Do you know her?
- DarleneJean Montgomery.

- Ring a bell?
- Yeah. Seen her around.

- She's one of Billy "the Monk's" girls.
- Billy who?

[LaRue] Local pimp.
His stable works the strip for Fillmore.

- Any money in there?
- Chump change.

- Looks like robbery then.
- Whatever it was she didn't
go down without a fight.

Look at that- three broken nails,
scratch marks around the neck...

torn blouse-
regular battle royal here last night.

[Honks Horn]

- [Police Radio Chatter]
- For you, dearest.

Yeah, right, babe.

Hey, Neal. Neal, come on.
You can do better than this.

I got rent to pay. I got a kid to support.

Neal, we're talkin'
a murder investigation here.

Talk to me, Freddy. If it's any good, I'll stick
another zero on the end of that. Okay?

Now what you got?

- Billy "the Monk" Allison.
- What about him?

Well, uh, this morning about 5:00, uh...

I went into Pimmy's
for- for a cup of coffee?

Uh, you know, that hooker's hangout
over there on Franklin.

That's when I saw him, man.
He was, uh, gettin'out...

of that big Lincoln
with a couple of his working girls?

The dude must've been in a brawl or
somethin', 'cause his suit was all messed up.

The dude was definitely
frosted about somethin', 'cause...

hey, man, he was slappin' and cussin'
those girls all the way to the front door.

I paid you 20 bills for that?

Damn it, Freddy,
that's not even worth 20 cents.

- Man, you've got to do better than that.
- Hey, but, Neal, Neal, Neal!

Th-There was blood, man. I mean,
the dude's suit was covered with blood.

[Police Radio Chatter]

Ain't no Billy "the Monk" in here.

See this, sugar.
This is a warrant for his arrest.

So you quit your messin', and open-
My- Neal! My hand!

- Hold it.
- Bobby! Bobby!

- [Screaming]
- [Washington] Renko, on the door! Get the door!

[Glass Shattering]

- You pig!
- Be nice! Be nice!

White meat, fish belly, ground chump,
caramel-faced honky Oreo pig.

Boy, they must've been freebasin'
a storm up there. Look at this stuff here.

- You know, you better fix your commode there.
- Let's grab your coat, man.

That's kid's stuff, man. I got
that kind of bail money in loose change.

[Chuckles]
Yeah, sure you do, Billy.

But it's the murder beef
that's gonna catch you short, my man.

Community support and participation
is growing every day.

In fact, we're having an exhibit
of Afro-American art here tonight...

the proceeds of which will go toward...

helping establish drug
rehabilitation programs...

remedial reading groups
and small business seminars.

Who's paying the freight?

Private donations, grants,
and local businesses...

- are contributing the hard dollars needed...
- [Martial Arts Yells]

So that we in the community can assume
the task of educating our youth.

- What are you educating them for-war?
- [Yells Continue]

The martial arts...

teach discipline...

without which there is no learning...

and philosophy,
without which there is no purpose.

How do you answer critics who charge all
you're doing is exploiting the community...

taking your cut off the top,
and then threatening strong-arm tactics...

against those who don't fall into line?

- I can understand my critics' cynicism.
- [Camera Shutters Clicking]

[Piano, Kids Singing]

But look at those kids.

Now, tell me, are they cynical?

I don't wanna take. I want to share!

And I hope that one year from now...

the impact of our programs
will speak for themselves.

What about allegations that your return had
something to do with the death of Clayton Hicks?

- Clayton was a warlord of the Black Arrow.
- [Singing Continues]

He was a brother.
I cared about him. We loved him.

- [Continues]
- Yet, I hope that his death
will someday teach us all...

that violence only begets violence.

- What happened to Clayton Hicks?
- He got his throat cut...

for challenging the takeover.

I also heard that it was Hudson that had
the dry cleaners on 124th torched...

as an example.

[Sighs]
It's real tense up there.

Guns, Virgil. What about guns?

Uh.
[Exhales]

Hudson's tight with a cadre of Vietnam vets.
They all did time together.

The word has it that they were the ones that hit
that armory across the river two weeks ago...

- and Jack's last night.
- Where do they keep the stuff?

I'm not on that committee.

Hey, but you don't keep
that kinda arsenal in the back of your car.

Find out where they keep the guns.

- I'm working on it.
- I know you are.

Hey, listen, Belker.

Treaties are comin' unstuck.
You can't cross the street anymore.

Nobody's honoring the D.M.Z.

The Black Arrow is damn near
up to brigade strength, man.

- Blood is gonna run.
- When?

Soon. Real soon.

Virgil.

What?

Uh- [Chuckles]
Be careful.

[Laughs]

Yeah. Yeah.

- You about through, Calloway?
- Near enough.

- What do we have?
- Well, if this guy did her...

he must've run himself
through a car wash.

If you have an eyewitness to the main event,
I suggest you bring him in.

You're gonna need him.

- You wanted to see me, Frank?
- Uh, yeah, in my office.

[Speaking Spanish]

- Frank?
- Ray, what say LaRue and Washington bring in...

that witness of theirs, on the double.

All right, Frank.

- How's it going, Ben?
- Good, Ray.

- [Door Closes]
- Ben, the other night...

you arrested a young woman,
Susan Downey.

She's a real cuckoo bird, Frank.

She solicited me in the parking
lot of the Cat-O'-Nine-Tails...

and when I I.D.'d myself, she went nuts.

Called me every name in the book...

scratched the skin off my neck, here.

I mean, she was really wired.

You charged her
with everything but the kitchen sink.

All right, I admit she touched a nerve.

But most of the charges
are like chips for the D.A.'s office...

- so they'll have a position to deal from.
- There isn't gonna be a deal.

The lady wants to take it to trial.

She's leveled some pretty
serious charges against you-

false arrest, assault, sexual harassment...

malfeasance.

She claims you propositioned her
and threatened to arrest her...

- if she didn't comply.
- That's a bunch of nonsense, Frank.

It was by the numbers, and I swear-

I swear on my children.

Okay, Ben. Thanks. That's all.

Frank.

Uh, Fay, I'm really pressed for time.

- Is everything okay?
- Frank, I just need two minutes of it...

the subject being alimony.

- The check bounced.
- No, no, no, no.

The check landed safely. Thank you.

- Well, if you need extra money-
- No, no, no, Frank.

What if I were to tell you
I need no more money?

- That you didn't have to send alimony anymore?
- [Laughs]

Well, I'd say either a rich uncle died
or you're getting married.

Since I'm more than
familiar with your family...

- you're getting married.
- Yeah.

- Fay, a week ago you couldn't even-
- Hey, never mind.

What is this? I come bearing
glad tidings, and you're cracking jokes.

You're right. I'm sorry.

- Who is he?
- His name is Hal Massey.

He is a male Caucasian...

51 years old, divorced.

He has two grown children...

and he's running for reelection
to the school board in the ninth district.

- Oh. How long have you known him?
- A week.

That long. What about FrankJr?

They love each other.
I mean, Hal has convinced him...

to go back to public school.

And, Frank, we're talking
about starting another family.

- Well, I'm not too old to bear children.
- Fay.

[Stammers]
Don't you think this, uh...

relationship should be allowed
to develop a little longer?

How long does it take
for a pot of water to boil?

Frank, I came here for your blessing.

- I mean, it means a lot to me.
- If you're happy, I'm happy.

Thank you. Listen, I've got to run now,
but I'm gonna call you with all the details.

Listen,
please be sure this one is single.

Ha-ha.

- Hello, Fay.
- Hi, Doc. How are the kids?

- Fine.
- You know, I was thinking about your boy.

[Gasps, Cries Out]

- Oh!
- Baby. Baby, come back here.

Oh! How dare you?

You come outta there
right now, mister...

- or I'm comin' in there after you.
- [Toilet Flushes]

- Fay?
- Howard.

- [Zipper Zips]
- What a pleasant surprise.

Howard, what kind of a zoo
are you people running here?

There's a monkey in there with my purse!

- [Snorting]
- Judas Priest.

Step aside.

All right, you simian psychopath.

You're lookin' at three to five
the hard way if you don't open that door.

[Toilet Flushes]

[Man Shouting]
Hey! Hey! Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, hey. Come here, mama.
Want to go to a little party?

H- Hey, hold on now.
What's wrong with you?

- Come on now. Hold up.
- [Horn Honks]

You wanna go to a little party?
Hey, come on, huh?

It's just a little house party
around the corner here on Franklin.

Fine wine, a little smoke
and maybe something for your sinuses.

Sorry I'm late, ma'am.

Hey, we're havin'
a conversation here, chump.

Come on, lady. I'm on a schedule.
Let's go. What do you say, huh?

But I've only got bus fare.

Twenty-buck red zone is not
the place to discuss it, lady.

Come on. We'll settle it on the way.

How 'bout giving us a ride, chuck meat?

Why don't you do yourself a favor, Bruce?

[Pounds Car Body]

No offense, ma'am, but...

you ought to know better than
to come up here to do your shopping.

[Man Singing]

You gotta be in shape for these stairs.

I guess you don't get a whole
lot of exercise drivin' a cab.

To tell you the truth, ma'am,
I'm not really a cab driver.

Oh, it- Uh, it's okay. I'm a cop.

Honest.
We-We're doing undercover.

A lot of cab drivers
have been robbed lately.

Look, I'll just put these bags down here,
'cause I've got to be going anyway.

- Have you got some sort of identification?
- Oh, yeah.

[Continues]

- You are a cop.
- Yeah.

Well, come on in then...

uh, Henry.

- [Clears Throat] Over there.
- [TV: Indistinct]

Mama? You awake?

[Switches OffTV]

She's sleepin'.

Well, I know it ain't much,
but it beats going back to Kentucky.

How long you been up here?

We came up here when my husband
lost his job at the paper mill.

That was, um-
It was about two years ago.

Donald figured he'd have a better chance
at one of the auto stampin' plants.

- Any luck?
- To tell you the truth...

I don't exactly know.

I haven't seen him in over a year.

When Mama had her stroke,
we had to bring her up from home.

We couldn't afford to put
her in a hospital or nothin'...

so we kept her with us.

I guess Donald couldn't take it...

so he, uh, upped and left.

Doesn't sound like
much of a life for you.

I guess it could be worse.

Can I get you something to drink?

L- I think I've got
a six-pack in here someplace.

- No, that's okay. Really, I've got to go.
- Please.

Well, don't rush off.

You must be parched.

Uh, well, uh...

guess a glass of water would be nice.

I should think...

after luggin' 30 pounds
of groceries up those stairs.

You know, you're the first guest
I've had up here in...

more than a while.

What with workin' and-

and caring for Mama...

I don't have exactly what you'd call
a hot social life.

You're a very pretty woman. I'd think
you could get all the dates you wanted.

- [Glass Shatters]
- Ah!

Clumsy.

Uh, you just stay put, Henry...

and I'll take care of this-Ah!

- Damn!
- Here, let me see that.

- [Sobbing]
- Come on.

It's all right.

Hold me.

Stay with me a while.

I can't. I'm a married man.

It doesn't matter.

Hey, I'm a very married man.

[Whimpering Sob]

[Door Closes]

[Bluesy Rock]

- What kind of games you playin', man?
- Eh-

- What are you talking about, Neal?
- I just came from your house.

- Even the cockroaches moved out.
- Hey, man, I wasn't-

I wasn't runnin' out on you.
Square biz, you know, l-

Hey, look, I just moved some of my gear
over to my old lady's house.

Kinda keepin' a low profile, you know?

Hey, you can't be too careful
in my profession, right?

What's wrong, Freddy?
You in some kind of jam, man?

Uh, well, uh...

I owe some money around town.

Uh, two grand- [Chuckles]
To some real arm benders.

Two grand?

You're shooting your life away
by the spoonful, Freddy.

Oh, no! Oh, no, Neal.

Oh, it's for my kid, Joey.

Uh, he lives with his mom
over there on the west side.

Hey, man, I'm sendin' him
to baseball camp out west this winter.

- [Laughs]
- You spent two grand on a baseball camp?

Yeah. Hey, Neal.
Man, you don't get to the majors...

by playin' four months
a year in the snowbelt, man.

Hey, hey, hey. Here.

Take a look at that face, man.

- Mm-hmm.
- You didn't think a guy like me...

could have a winner
like that for a kid, huh?

Yeah. Something like that, man.

- Joey.
- [Man] Hey, you got that sugar yet?

Hey, uh, Neal.

Uh, you get that $200
you promised me, man?

You'll get it, Freddy.

Soon as you tell that story
of yours down at the station house.

- Now let's get goin'.
- Uh, Neal-

Uh, hey, man, I need it now.

I mean, like, uh-
Hey, l-l- I'm two weeks behind...

on the juice to these guys as it is.

If I don't come up with some bread today,
I'm dead in this neighborhood, man.

Hey, uh- I'm gonna be dead period.
[Chuckles]

Please?

How do I know you'll show up?

Hey, Neal. You know me, man.

Hell, have I ever let you down yet?

Hey, I swear. I'll show.

L-I swear on my kid.

Tell you something, man.

You best be there.

- 6:00.
- Oh, I'll be there.

Hey-Thanks.

- Any luck?
- He's hanging out in Pimmy's.

- So is he comin' or what?
- Yeah, later on.

I gave him a couple of hours
to take care of some business.

I hope that's all you gave him.

- [Sighs]
- Aw, man, don't tell me...

you let him weasel you
out of more bucks.

He's gettin hinky, babe.
He would've clammed up on us if I didn't.

But he promised to meet us
at the station around 6:00.

- You think he's gonna keep that date?
- Yeah, you bet I do, lover.

'Cause you're gonna
be tailing him in the meantime.

Margaret,
you don't have to go to all that trouble.

I enjoy putting up
the storm windows.

- But I made you meat loaf and mashed potatoes.
- Meat loaf and mashed potatoes?

- Stove Top dressing-
- Stove Top dressing.

- And peach cobbler.
- Peach cobbler.

L-I didn't think you remembered.

Margaret,
I'm gonna have to call you back.

It-It's not that I don't love you, Grace.

It's just I have these other needs.

Meat loaf and peach cobbler
to name a few.

Isn't it telling, the memories that linger?

I found these while cleaning
the front hall closet.

Can't this wait
for a more appropriate time?

I have waited, Phil.
And I have endured.

First, your Gidget phase with that
post-pubescent pom-pom girl.

And now the second coming of Margaret,
your Tupperware madonna.

I'm going to be 40 in May, Phil...

and I have wasted enough time as it is.

Well, I wouldn't necessarily call
what we had a waste of time.

Oh, it was fun while it lasted...

but I am not about a couple of gimlets
and a roll on a rug.

There are frontiers out there
to be explored, Phil-

entire continents of sensual stimuli.

And if I have to make that journey alone...

I prefer to do so without a lot
of excess sentimental baggage.

Oh, my D.H. Lawrence anthology.

Ooh, our photos
of the Garden of Eden retreat.

Don't worry darling,
I burned the negatives.

I just want to give you some idea
of what you're going to be missing...

when I walk up those stairs
and out the door.

Well, you don't have to give
back my Havelock Ellis.

Kiss it all good-bye, Phil.
The midnight loofah lessons...

the omelets au naturel,
the pagan campouts-

Grace, why are you
making this so difficult?

Can't we act like civilized human beings?

Among other things...

I have left you
the mai tai-flavored body rub.

Margaret should get a big bang out of that.

- [Phones Ringing]
- [Radio Chatter]

Leapin'lizards, Grace Gardner.

- Hello, Howard.
- [Chuckles]

Quel surprise, uh-

Uh, you look radiant.

Thank you. You're looking
quite distingu� yourself.

[Laughs]
Well, it's the uniform.

I modified a design from the Copenhagen
National Anti-Terrorist Group.

The, uh, lateral map pocket
is wholly my own idea.

Needs a little Zipease.
[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

Is there something more
you want to say, Howard?

Well, it's rather hard
at the moment, Grace, uh-

uh, to express my intentions, that is.

Uh, I mean, vis-�-vis
your current situation...

uh, vis-�-vis Phil Esterhaus...

who happens to be one of my closest friends,
now make no mistake.

But, uh, I just
couldn't help but wonder...

uh, that is-

Well, if-if no one
is tying you up tonight...

as it were-

Uh, if-if you would like to go
to an absolutely top-drawer...

art exhibit at St. Mary's tonight?

Are you trying to ask me
for a date, Howard?

Well, to put it bluntly...

uh, yes.

[Draws, Expels Deep Breath]

Shall we say eight-ish?

Oh, don't look so astonished, Howard.

It's not every day
I get invited to an evening of...

Afro-American art.

[Grunting Sigh]

- Hey, Phil.
- Oh, hiya, Mac.

Hey, uh, why the long face, huh?

Oh, I don't know.
It's been kind of a rough week.

- [Sniffs]
- Anything that a weekend of fishin' wouldn't cure?

- Oh, you got the cabin?
- Two dynamite days on
the shores of Lake Lackawanna...

- a private pier, nothing to worry about...
- [Toilet Flushing]

- Except how many bass we reel in for breakfast.
- Yeah!

Sarge! Have you got
a cabin at Lake Lackawanna?

You know, I've been dying
to get up there all season.

- Mac, this is Andy Renko.
- Yeah, l-

- Luke MacAllister.
- Yeah, nice to-

The broker says
it sleeps four, but what the hell.

Renko, what are you gonna do,
set up shop in there? Let's go!

Would you relax for a minute?
I am talkin' to Mac...

who has informed me that he has a monster
cabin at Lake Lackawanna for the weekend.

- Well, it's not-
- Oh, yeah? Mac, Bobby Hill.

- Hiya, Bobby.
- You sure you got enough room?
That's a generous offer.

He says it sleeps almost a half a dozen
people. What do you want, the Hotel Carlyle?

I mean, you guys, it's-it's just,
you know, a one-room cabin, that's all.

That's terrific. You know what?
I have been dyin' to go fishin'.

- I haven't been fishin' in two years.
- That's great.

- [Hill] Hey, Joe! Joe Coffey!
- Hey, Bobby, wa-wait.

- Come here, Joe Coffey!
- Joe, listen to this in here now.

Joe, listen to this. You know what?
We have us a cabin up at...

[Renko, Hill]
Lake Lackawanna, baby!

- No kiddin'?
- Say, Mac. This is Joe Coffey.

- How ya doin'? That's great!
- Hi, Joe.

- You going too, Sarge?
- Oh, no. I doubt it.

Hey, uh, look, we don't wanna
bust up your weekend or anything.

Oh, no, no, no. I had more of a
quiet weekend at home in mind.

- But, uh, hey, you guys have a ball up there, huh?
- All right!

- Hey, Phil-
- Mac, old buddy, I have one thing to ask you.

- What's that?
- Do you have a rod and a reel I can borrow?

- Sure, Andy.
- God bless you!

[Renko, Hill]
All right. Lake Lackawanna!

[Chattering, Laughing]

[Sighs]

- [Footsteps]
- [Chuckling]

- [Door Closes]
- [Man's Voice] Broadway and Dekker, honey...

- through the park.
- I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm on my lunch break.

How'd you like to have
your brains for lunch?

Drive.

[Engine Starts]

- Why don't you lower the gun?
- Shut up!

Don't move.
Don't even breathe fast...

or I'll reupholster
this heap with your face.

Make a right.

Come on, move it, you little shrimp.

All right, you want to play guts,
we'll play guts!

- [Car Accelerating]
- [Tires Screeching]

[Horn Honking]

- Hey, come on!
- What's the matter, hairball?

Your panty hose on too tight?

[Belker Growling]

[Cross-dresser Grunts, Whimpers]

You forgot to pay your fare, dogbreath!

Yeah. Uh-huh.

North or south?

Okay, you hang tight,
I'll be back to you in two minutes.

Yeah.

Captain.

Captain,
I need a couple of warrants.

Virgil just came up
with a warehouse address...

that may tie in with that, uh,
stolen armory hardware.

Judge Raboski's sitting today.
I'll call 'em in.

- You go down and pick 'em up.
- Okay.

Tell Phil to give you a backup,
but be careful, Mick.

It took us 10 months
to wire Virgil into the Black Arrow.

I don't want to lose him now.

And Mick, great collar
on that cabbie situation.

Thank you, Captain.

[Snorting]

[Snorting]

No, you can't come along, hairbag.
You gotta stay here.

Assume the position, hairbag.

[Snorting]

- [Phone Rings]
- Detective Washington.

[LaRue]
Neal, I'm at the train station, man.

Freddy's waiting on the L.A. Flyer,
and he's got his kid with him.

- Damn!
- Platform 12.

I'm on my way.

Captain.

- Surprised to see you here.
- Are you?

I don't know why you would be...

given our mutual interest
in community relations.

My attorney, Samantha McBride.
Captain Frank Furillo.

How do you do?
I've heard the name.

- You have a very impressive reputation.
- Thank you, Captain.

Uh, if you'll excuse me,
I'm gonna check out your wall art here.

- Appreciate you coming, Captain.
- Mm-hmm.

- Nice to meet you.
- Mmm.

[Grace]
Such brute, atavistic passion.

Such third world primevalism.

Perspective's identical to a project sweep
from a C-40 chopper.

[Pants]
It stirs something deep within me.

All night maneuvers have that effect.

- What do you think of it?
- It's interesting.

Interesting?
Isn't that a polite way of saying...

it's a terrible waste of wall space?

- Yes, I suppose it is. I'm Frank Furillo.
- Adrianna Furth.

- Furth Gallery?
- Mm-hmm.

I've been in there a number of times.

Which is a polite way of saying...

- I'd take your wall space over this any day.
- Thank you.

You know, Phil and I
are no longer together.

Well, uh, yes.

Do you know why?

Not exactly.

Because he couldn't handle my needs-

my desires.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yes.

I think so.

Do you want me?

[Voice Breaks]
Yes. [Clears Throat]

Your place or mine?

Mine.

I have some coconut rum lotion...

I am dying to try out.

- It's not exactly-
- [Laughs]

- Hello, Frank.
- Joyce.

- How are you?
- Couldn't be better. You?

Wonderful.
Meet Lance Pollack. Frank Furillo.

- How do you do, Frank?
- How are you?

This is my friend, Adrianna Furth.
Joyce Davenport, Lance.

- How do you do?
- [Joyce] Hello.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- I've bought some things at your gallery.
- Oh, I hope you enjoyed them.

- Very much.
- Joyce?

- Where have you been?
- Out of circulation, but I'm back.

Good. I'll call you.

Always the popular one, counselor.

I'm at liberty to be so these days.

Well, nice to see you,
Frank. Ms. Furth.

How fresh is the wound?

[Chuckles]
Still bleeding.

It was nice meeting you,
Frank. Best of luck.

I'm sorry. I owe you an apology.

- You don't owe me a thing.
- Could we have dinner?

- Feel free to call me.
- I meant tonight.

I think any other night but.

[No Audible Dialogue]

Belker.

Bingo.

[Woman On P.A.] California Flyer
is now boarding on Platform 12.

- Hey, you goin' somewhere, Freddy?
- Oh! Hey- Hi, fellas, uh-

Hey, I know what
this looks like, but, uh...

let me explain, okay?

This is Joey- my kid, Joey.

Hey, Joey, I want you to meet
a couple of real stand-up guys.

This is-
This is Neal and, uh,J.D.

- Hey, you stiffed me, Freddy.
- No, man. No, no.

L-I was just puttin'Joey on the train
to that camp out west...

just like I told you, and then
I was coming right over to see you guys.

- I sw- I swear to God.
- Assume the position, Freddy.

- Aw, come on.
- Assume it, man!

Coming right over, right?
Yeah.

- Oh man, look it here! Look it there!
- Oh, my.

Oh, you must've been
workin' overtime, my man.

Uh-oh, look at here,J.D.

- Two train tickets to L.A.
- Neal-

Look at this, man.
There's blood on some of these bills.

Hey, come on. Not in front of my kid, please.
Have some consideration.

You did it, man, didn't you?
You killed her.

You got it all wrong, man.
She owed me money.

And when I asked her for it,
sh-she pulled a knife on me.

I mean, what was I gonna do?
Neal, I mean-

- You have the right to remain silent-
- I know my rights, man!

- Anything you say can and will
be held against you.
- J.D., please.

No, cuffs, no cuffs.
Not in front ofJoey, please.

- I'm beggin' you.
- Yeah, okay.

Hey, hey, lookit, Ace. Uh, look, uh-

S-Somethin'just come up, okay?

And-And- I gotta do something
real important with these guys.

So, uh- Uh, we're-we're gonna take you
over to your mom's, right?

- Yeah, yeah, right.
- Right. And, uh...

you don't need to say anything
about this little trip, 'cause, uh...

you know your mom,
she-she wouldn't understand.

And we don't wanna upset her, right?

Attaboy. I love you.

[Weeping]
Oh, God. L-I love you.

Nice going, Mick.
How's Virgil?

Uh, I don't know. He took off
before I called in the impound guys.

We're trying to find a paper trail
toJesseJohn Hudson.

- Don't hold your breath.
- Mm.

- Frank, you got a few minutes?
- Oh, yeah, Henry.

Uh, let me just get
a cup of coffee first.

[Typing]

- Is that our nail?
- Yeah.

Guy's a real slimebag, Henry.

Carves up a hooker for 200 bucks,
then he beats Neal for two...

then he steals his kid
from his ex-old lady to go to L.A.

[Sighs]
Snitches, man.

They walk and talk like us,
but they ain't like us.

- No, sir. You're talking animal life.
- We create 'em,J.D.

Standard procedure, that's all.
Take a loser and make him an outcast.

Give him money, drugs, buddy routine,
whatever it takes.

- We take desperate people
and make 'em more desperate.
- Henry, huh?

You're bleedin'
all over my arrest report.

Nothing like that
has ever happened to me before.

To tell the truth, I think
I wanted her as much as she wanted me.

- I mean, how do you handle something like that?
- [Chuckles]

- I wish I knew, Henry.
- I'm no ladies' man, Frank.

I had to make four phone calls
just to get a prom date.

I'm not used to women
coming on to me.

In 11 years of marriage,
I never once been unfaithful to Rachel.

I thought about it now and then. We're in
the middle of a sexual revolution, aren't we?

I love my wife.

But a little change of menu-

This woman is so nice.

She really wants me, Frank.
What's the harm?

Well, you'd be opening yourself up
to a lot of complications.

You don't get
something for nothing.

I guess you're right. I just had
to hear somebody else say it.

Besides, I'm such a chicken.

I don't think I could do it
and look Rachel in the eye.

Well,
good night, Frank.

Good night, Henry.

Take it easy.

Yeah.

[Woman]
Who's there?

- Henry Goldblume.
- [Lock Clicking]

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mind if I come in?

I wish you would.

[Mews]

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