All language subtitles for Hill Street Blues 1x14 Rites of Spring (Part 1) [DVDRip][DUAL English - Espanol Xvid][TusSeries.com][by XoanFerrol][ING]

[Chattering]

I can well understand
your spirited feelings...

towards spring's final,
albeit belated, arrival.

Nevertheless, be forewarned.

Everybody out there is gonna feel
just as feisty as yourselves.

- [Woman] I don't know.
- Statistically speaking, expect
a 25% increase, felony-wise...

- 30-35%, misdemeanor-wise.
- I don't feel feisty.

From us that means extra care,
extra alertness, extra professionalism.

It does not mean
drag racing our units...

siestas in the sunshine...

and/or flirtatious interludes...

with, no doubt...

scantly dressed individuals
of the female persuasion.

Next item-

Item 12.

Three memoranda from Division
concerning a joint meeting Thursday next-

the Black Police Officers Association...

the Hispanic Police Officers Coalition...

theJewish Police Officers Caucus.

[Scattered Laughter]

Please endeavor to attend.
Please endeavor to contribute.

Item 13 regards blood.

[Chattering]

As you are no doubt well aware...

the county blood bank
remains woefully understocked...

and, given our particular indebtedness
to that life-saving institution...

what say we find the time
in the next few days...

to stop by, roll up our sleeves...

and give a little back?

I'm gonna be booked next week.
Can't do that.

I'm booked.

All right. The last item...

concerns the ongoing
armed robbery situation...

plaguing the Transportation Authority.

To date, they have 18 incidents
on bus and subway cars.

It's apparent this perpetrator's
getting more cocksure all the time.

Per Transport's request...

we're pulling six plainclothes teams
to assist...

so check for change-of-duty assignments
posted upstairs.

East Side park units,
write this one down.

- 3727 Von Steuben Avenue-
- That's us.

Needs crowd control.

All East Side park units.
All right. That's it. Let's roll.

Hey.!

Let's be careful out there.

- I swear, I haven't even had breakfast yet.
- Would you stop complaining?

I'm not complaining.
I'm simply stating a fact.

I'll tell you.
I'm meant for better things.

It's gonna happen to me
out there today.

Well, stick with me,
and we'll find them.

We'll never get to breakfast.
I'll guarantee you that.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

I don't need to write it down, man.
Just say it.

Ah, you got that? Three black,
two cream, two cream and sugar.

Yeah, yeah.

That's the last you'll
ever see of that guy.

Maybe, maybe not.

You wouldn't want to make
a little wager on it, would you?

Such as?

- Uh, I'll bet you lunch.
- You're on.

Hey, man.!
What's going on here?

Why you want to know what's going on?
You in the F.B.I. Or something?

- No. I just want to know.
- We don't know yet.

- Keep your mouth shut. Get out of here.
- We're just trying to help out.

- You got a name?
- No name. No name, man. No name.

- What's up?
- Two more dead still upstairs.

Somebody stepped real hard
on the heroin he sold 'em.

- Strychnine?
- Yep.

That him?

No. He just made the buy for 'em.

One of the victims was his girlfriend.

- [Sighs]
- Nice.

Nice day.
Almost beach weather.

[Renko]
Wanna go to the beach?

[Hill]
Yeah. Let's get out ofhere.

[Bangs On Door]

- Weeks?
- It's Goldblume, Weeks.

- This all of it?
- The coroner took two bags for lab analysis.

Right.

Well, we'll take it from here.

I was wondering how
we're gonna proceed on this.

I wouldn't worry about it, Sergeant.

Well, it seems to me bad heroin means
we notify street drug analysis...

free clinic, county health.

- You know, get the word out.
- We got it covered, man, okay?

[Man]
Don't push.

[Dispatcher On Radio]
Unit 02, Unit 02, see the woman-

[Renko]
Oh, Lord have mercy. That's us.

Bobby, get in the car.
Let's go.

- [Hill] Get out of the way.!
- [Woman] Hey.!

[Renko]
All right, you people. Get out of the way.

Just get out of the way of this car.!

[Siren Wailing]

- [Woman] About time.
- You the lady who called in?

- Over an hour and a half ago.
- Well, we just got the call.

Poor things been
screaming their lungs out all morning.

This is the last time
she gonna be pullir this.

- You say a woman left her kids
in the apartment unattended?
- That's what I just told you.

All the time.
I told that to your station an hour ago.

- Police officers. Open up, please.
- She ain't in there.

I saw her go out all dressed up
to meet some you-know-what.

Why don't you all
go back to your apartments?

Police officers. Will you open up, please.!
Does anyone have a key on the premises?

- Oh, my Lord!
- [Groans]

Thank you.

- Ah, will you look at this?
- No, hey, hey. Okay.

- Hey. Say, little fella.
- Don't cry.

- Little man, it's okay.
- Little baby, what's your name?

- April.
- April? What's your name?

- You okay?
- [Renko] You are dirty, April.

Is there a rag or something, please?

Thank you. I'm just gonna wipe this off.
There we go.

Yeah. There we go.
That's pretty good.

Come on here.
Come on. Come on.

Everything is gonna be okay.

[Renko]
Get the peanut butter off of you.

- Is that the mother?
- That's her.

[Renko]
Got any bread, I could make a sandwich.

Oh, that's so cute.
You little beautiful thing, you.

Okay, you think you could stay with them
and change their diapers and clean 'em up...

while we try to locate the mother?

I've done enough. I-I don't think
I want to be any more involved in this.

Lady, you're already involved.

- She's down the street in the tavern.
- The mother?

That's right.
That's where she goes.

Then why didn't someone say something
before we broke the door in?

I don't believe it. Watch out.

What happened to you Friday night?
I thought you were gonna drop by.

I told you I had some business
to take care of.

Business?
What kind of business?

Just business, baby. That's all.

- More important than me?
- You know that's not true.

You know that.

Excuse me.
Are you Shirret Anders?

Would you please step outside?
We'd like to talk to you for a minute.

- You are Shirret Anders?
- Why don't you back off, man,
and get the hell out of here.

- Come on, please.
- It's okay. It's okay.

Take off that badge
sometime, white meat.

One more word out of you, my friend,
you're going to County Emergency.

She could've called, but she didn't.
I just went ahead.

- She has the key.
- She said the babysitter didn't show up.

Is that right?

Listen, in the future, Shirret, don't leave
your children alone. You understand?

We're gonna be back
to check up on you.

Okay, now, you go on upstairs
and tend to your babies.

"My babysitter didn't show up."
I don't know what's wrong with these people.

They leave their children
all day long in those apartments.

Renko, Renko.
She's all of 19, man.

She's on welfare with two babies
and no life to live.

- Why can't you be a little
more understanding about it?
- I understand.

I understand maybe she should've thought
about that before she started crankir 'em out.

- It don't work that way, my friend.
- Oh, it don't, huh?

Look, lady, you can ameliorate
the situation yourself...

by merely lowering your window shades.

Three undercover officers
on the same bus?

Who are they protecting, each other?

[Goldblume]
Mm-hmm.

Been on the telephone all morning,
so we hear.

Hold on.

- That's right.
- No, that's wrong.

You keep your nose and your face
out of what you don't know.

[Goldblume]
I know enough.

What's going on, Weeks?

Into my office. You too, Henry.

Hold on. I'll talk to you later.

The word's out on the street already.

Not a junkie on the Hill doesn't
know it's rat-kick out there...

not that that's gonna make
much difference to most of'em.

So, what's your problem with the investigating
officers notifying the proper agencies?

I'll tell you what the problem is.

Look, both of you. Narcotics runs
its own shop up here. That's understood.

But it does not own the Hill...

and it doesn't walk all over other
personnel trying to do their jobs.

You got problems, you bring 'em in here.
Understood?

Right.

They got the kid waiting
for you in Interrogation.

He's all yours.

Right.

They just love it.

Nothing like a little terror in the streets
to bring up the collar count.

They're a breed apart, Henry.

Yup.

You know if we got support
from Division in putting out the word?

No support.

Four kids are dead from this.

Frank?

It's six dead, Henry,
and it's solely Narcotics' operation.

I'm sorry. Division.

I don't believe this.

They're concerned our interference
might impede their nailing the pushers.

Now, what Division means is that a couple
of dozen dead junkies isn't won'th the trouble.

I mean, it's a public service.
That's what they mean.

I wish I could say no to that,
Henry, but I can't.

In the meantime, we'll do what we can
to notify the street people.

This is wrong, Frank.

I know, Henry, but there isn't a hell
of a lot more I can do about it.

[Door Slams]

[Washington] Hey, babe, do you
see Belker in the back of the bus?

Hey, I'm having trouble
just seeing the bus.

Rotten way to make a buck, man.

Hey, it's part of theJ-O-B, babe.

[Police Radio, Indistinct]

It's stupid, man.
It's a total waste of time.

I'm bored silly.

- [Horn Honking]
- Hey, green light, babe.

- All right.
- You really hurt yourself
for a change last night, huh?

There's seats back there.

- Look at him. He looks like a pervert.
- My goodness. Look at that beard.

Let's go back over here.

I don't know what they've
let driving on these buses.

Yo, Belker! Lunch break, babe.

We're going in.

[Happy Grunting]

[Woman]
A fried chick, please.!

Mick, you gotta buy something...

or I can't let you take up a stool.

Okay. Would you bring me
a glass of water, hot?

Big spender. A real Gotrocks.

[Growls]

?? [Whistling]

It's a gift from my new squeeze.

She's a stew.
Man, she's killing me.

Flies nights, sleeps days...

and all she wants to do with her time off
is boogie all night long.

- You ever do a stew?
- Couldrt say, man.

Hey, man.
Something bothering you?

Yeah. You.

- Drinkir a lot these days.
- This? Come on.

It's-It's just the hair of the dog.

Look at you, man.
Your paws are shaking.

Don't get righteous with me, Neal.

- We've closed too many bars together.
- Yeah. Off-duty.

- You never see me drinkir
on the job, man. Never.
- What are you, my mother?

Closer than that, man.
I'm your partner. Hey, look, man.

I don't give a damn
what you do on your own time...

but on my time, you better be
taking care of business...

which you can't be doing when you got
your lips wrapped around a pint.

- You dig?
- I can give this up anytime, my friend. Anytime.

- Yeah, sure.
- That's right.

- How's Saturday night?
- Sounds fine.
- Fine.

- Bobby?
- I don't know.

He'll be there.

Just 'cause you just broke up with Pamela,
that's no reason to crawl into a hole.

- Ah, man. Okay, okay.
- This is a good group here.
You're not gonna miss it.

- All right.
- Come on, Bobby.

I said okay! All right. I'll bring some
champagne or Ripple or something.

Now, you just bring yourself.
Here's what I got in mind.

We're gonna take some steaks that I got,
and we're gonna broil 'em up...

and get a bottle of sauvignon cabernet
and drink that.

- Then we're gonna get in the old hot tub.
- Hot tub?

I've never been in a hot tub.

You know you have to go naked.

- Am I one of the boys,
or am I one of the boys?
- Yeah.

You may be one of the boys, but you're
a hell of a lot prettier than my last partner.

Not prettier than my Perez here.
Bigger maybe.

Excuse me, boys. Nature call.

You don't have a hot tub.
What are you talking about?

I got a bathtub. I got attachments.

[Kissing Sound]

- Want to keep your hands to yourself, Cooper?
- What did I do?

You're so hot for body contact?
Let's go, right now.

- Come on. I'll give you body contact.
- Hey, come on, Bates.

- You wouldn't hit somebody
smaller than you, would ya?
- Hey, partner. Let it go.

We gotta ride.

Look, I can handle my own beefs, Joe.
You want to try me or what?

I dream about it, Lucille.

Hey, why don't you just sit down
and order your lunch?

Come on. What do you say?

Touchy.

I'm okay, okay? I'm just fine.
I'm okay. I'll see you at the car.

She's a feisty little heifer,
but she couldn't take him.

- Don't bet on it.
- Bet she can take you.

[Chuckles]

[Muffled] What do you say?
You want to go to work?

What did you have for lunch, Belker?
Sewage?

[Growls]

Whew.

[High-pitched Voice]
What is your name? [Trumpeting]

Officer, she left 'em again, just as soon
as you boys were out the door.

I don't want to hear it.

Look, could you just take this stuff
and stay with the kids?

We're gonna go get the mother.

Damn!

I think you'd better come on outside
so we can talk over this situation.

Shirret, you can't keep
leaving your kids alone.

Why don't you leave her be,
brother?

Come on outside so we can talk this
problem over, so we can get it settled.

It ain't no problem.
Lady next door is looking after 'em.

- You can ask her.
- We did.

Now, if you want me to arrest your butt
for child abandonment, I will.

But it'd be a lot easier
if you'd just come along voluntarily.

- You better let her arm go, brother.
- I am not your brother!

And if you don't shut up,
I'll run your butt in too.

You can make it hard or you can make it easy,
but we're gonna take you and the kids in.

You can't take my babies.
My babies is all I got.

You should've thought of that
before now.

It's not up to us anymore.
It's up to the welfare agency.

She's with me, Chuck...

and she don't go nowhere
she don't want.

All right! That's it!

I want everybody to put your hands
on the bar right now.!

- Come on.!
- Get 'em up there!

I said get your hands
on the bar right now!

All right, Bobby, you call a unit
and ambulance for this big guy here.

- Get 'em up.
- Shirret!

- Come on.
- I better go with them, honey.

Come on.

I want y'all to keep your hands
on this bar till I'm out ofhere.

Get your hands on the bar
till I'm out ofhere.

Uh-huh.

Brazilian blend with a little,
uh, touch of Colombian for body.

Ooh, you have an amazing nose,
Howard.

- Thanks, Phil.
- Why don't you have a cup?

Uh, don't mind if I do.

I need a little bracer.

It was a long night.

Oh, that hostage situation
on Margate?

No.

Uh-

To be frank, Phil...

I spent the entire night
with a woman.

- You too?
- Mmm.

- Lorraine Duval.
- Oh, that's a nice handle.

It's kismet, Phil.

We rode up in the elevator together...

and, uh- and then it turns out...

that she lives
just three doors down from me.

Well, anyway, we went
to our respective apartments...

and, uh, to make
a long story short...

her key broke off in the lock...

and I was in my uniform,
so I blew her lock off with my.357.

And we got to talking.

Well, it turns out
that she is a translator...

for the Belgian Consulate.

Tall and, uh, shapely.

Auburn tresses.

Mmm. A master's degree
from Georgetown University...

and- and a former
artist's model in Paris.

I mean, she is a very, uh-

[Chuckles]

Worldly woman.

Hmm. Well, then she'd certainly
appreciate this, Howard.

You know, last Sunday, Grace and I
took her four-wheel up to the country...

and went nude horseback riding.

Oh.
[Snickering]

I'm still a little chafed...

but it was won'th it.

Hey, maybe you and Miss Duval
would care to join us sometime.

No, no, no.
I know what you're thinking, Phil.

But believe me,
we just talked the entire night.

I showed her my dueling pistol.

Then we-

we went up on the roof
and watched the sun rise.

I haven't had this-

this sense of my essence, Phil...

since, uh-

since before I-
I broke up with Audra.

Oh! Howard.

[Sighs]
Women. What are we without them?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

- Where's his paperwork?
- They're writing him up now.

- Another 10 minutes, if you'd like to wait.
- It's okay.

Mr. Davis,
I'm your public defender of record.

My name's Davenport.

You're charged with rape assault.
Is that correct?

Were your rights read to you
by the arresting officers?

Did you say anything
to the arresting officers?

What caused the injuries to your face?

I didn't say nothing.

Them pigs just grabbed me,
pulled me down...

started slamming away.

I didn't say nothing.
I didn't do nothing.

Okay, Mr. Davis. I'll be right back.

Your suspect, Mr. Davis-Why wasrt
he taken to County Emergency?

- It's pretty simple, ma'am.
- His eye is practically swollen shut.

He didn't want to go, ma'am.
We asked him.

Then those injuries were sustained
during his arrest?

Ma'am, he resisted arrest...

not to mention the fact
that he assaulted both of us.

What's the problem, counselor?

The problem's a battered suspect, Furillo...

and who knows what else once these two
gentlemen kindly produce an arrest report.

- It's almost done, Captain.
- Okay.

May we?

Since you have an interest in the suspect,
I thought I'd fill you in.

He's being charged with rape,
statutory rape, object rape...

assault with a deadly weapon, resisting arrest,
assaulting a police officer.

Look, Furillo-

Before you put me in my place, I think you
should know this Mr. Davis tied the victim...

a 15-year-old
named Estelle Hernandez...

to a chain-link fence
near the underpass in Van Buren Park...

- raped her, sodomized her-
- Frank.

Tortured her with lit cigarettes,
raped her again with a bottle.

Officers further observed streams of blood
running down the victim's legs.

That's enough!

I'm sorry...

but you assumed those two cops
out there were the heavies.

More than that, I don't want you
anywhere near that animal.

That's a little old-fashioned,
wouldn't you say?

Maybe.

I've got a lot of old-fashioned ideas about you,
so you can turn this case over to someone else.

- All right?
- I don't think I can do that.

See ya.

What the hell does that mean,
"inconclusive"?

Here you go.
Here you go, Shirret.

You mean they have to run
the whole series again? Ah, geez.

Can't we find a doctor
who'll do it right the first time?

No, Rachel, I'm sorry.
I'm not yelling at you.

You're gonna take him in now?

Where?

Well, call me as soon as they're done.

Rachel, I don't care. Just call me.

Yeah.

Everything all right, Henry?

Ah, yeah. You know, Ray,
little ones have such delicate systems.

They sneeze, you got to
race 'em off to the doctor.

I know what you mean.

I heard something about some tests.

Yeah, my youngest, Josh,
he's a little run-down.

Actually, he looks like hell.
Dark circles, tired all the time.

So they're running a bunch of tests
on him at St. Johrs.

He's probably a little anemic,
that's all, Henry.

It's funny. The little guy'll
be sittir there talking to you...

and all of a sudden he's asleep,
mid-sentence.

- It's a little scary.
- Happens all the time, Henry.

You know, when myJoselito was four or five
years old, the doctors had to put him on-

- Excuse me. I've gotta go.
- Henry, he's going to be all right.

I can't sit here while they're
sticking my kid full of needles.

[Children Chattering, Laughing]

I'm looking for an Officer Hill or Renko.

- Yeah, right here.
- Hi, I'm Officer Hill.

- Denise Thompson.
- This way.

Is there someplace I can interview
the woman privately?

- Uh, no, I'm afraid not. The interrogation-
- Never mind.

This is my partner,
Officer Renko.

- This is Shirret Anders.
- Shirret Anders.

- Yes, ma'am.
- I'm filling in for your old welfare worker, Shirret.

She retired rather suddenly,
and I'm still waiting for her files.

Do you know who the father or fathers
of the children are?

Uh-uh.

- How old are the children?
- Christopher is five, and April is three.

- How old are you?
- Twenty.

- I take it you're still receiving A.D.C.?
- Yes, ma'am.

Officer Hill, have you done
your paperwork?

- Uh, no.
- Why don't you? I'm running late.

Wait a minute. We're talking about
a charge of child endangering here.

That's pretty heavy stuff.
Why can't we be a little more creative?

In what way did you have in mind,
Officer?

The point is, if you can open up a file,
just give her a warning...

maybe we can help the situation.

Officer, I already have a caseload
I can't adequately service.

Conditions which provoked the situation
will, in all probability, not change...

and my own personal experience
tells me that Miss Anders here...

doesn't yet have what it takes to adequately
provide for her childrers well-being.

Lady, I love my kids, but I just got
to get out sometime, you know?

What happens to these kids
if I charge her?

- They become wards of the court.
- Exactly!

Which means they're dumped
into some overcrowded institution
or farmed out to some foster home.

- That's not right.
- You're making this very difficult.

You're damn right I am.
There are three people involved here.

Why don't you give the lady a chance?

I think that she can turn
this whole thing around.

You do, do you?
You're so sure of that?

Well, not as sure as you are
that she won't...

but sure enough
to bet a dinner on it.

You think Officer Hill's right?

You think you can get
your act together, Shirret?

Yes, ma'am.
I love my babies. I will.

I won't make you an official case...

if Officer Hill is willing
to share the responsibility...

and periodically look in on you
to see how it's going.

- All right?
- All right.

Come on, girl.
I'll ride you home.

"Sure enough to bet a dinner on it."
Mmm-mmm-mmm.

She didn't say one word, did she?

Talk about ice water.

It doesn't matter. I wasrt hitting
on her anyway, Renko, so cool it.

Yeah, she cooled you. I saw you looking
at her with those big, brown eyes of yours.

Oh!

Yeah, she was something to look at.

She sure was, buddy, but all
you're gonna get to do is look.

No big deal.

[Phone Buzzing]

Yeah?

Yeah. Weeks.

Face forward.
Look straight ahead.

Number two, take your hat off.

Look 'em over good, kid. I wanna know
which one of'em sold it to you.

Weeks.

Just got a call from Fuchs at Midtown.
They turned your case.

Just a couple of amateurs
going into business for themselves.

They didn't even know
what the hell they were cutting.

So, it's over and out, Weeks.

What say we charge the driver kid with
possession and get on to some new business?

Recognize any of'em, sweetheart?

- Uh, I don't know.
- Try harder.

I'm not sure.
Could you let go of my hair?

Come on. Try a little harder, kid.
Help me on this one.

Number four.

- Four?
- Yeah, I think.

- You sure?
- Yeah. [Grunts]

You lying little cockroach!
Number four's one of my guys.

Stand up. Stand up!

- [Grunts]
- Get up.

I hate liars.

You lying little scum.

[Woman On Radio, Indistinct]

Hey, you guys. Over.

Yeah. Over.

Uh, it's pretty slow here.

We got two more stops, then we're
coming back the other way. Over.

We got you covered, Fido. Over.

How'd you like a collapsed lung,
kidney breath? Over.

And out.
Best in show, mixed breed.

Why don't you lighten up
on the dude, huh?

Pull into that gas station.
I gotta make a pit stop. Will you, man?

Be a couple of minutes.
Monitor the radio, okay?

- No sweat. I got you covered.
- All right.

- Exit the rear of the bus, please. Exit at the rear.
- I have to get off.

- Look at me!
- [Screaming]

Get down. Get down.

It's happening. It's coming down.

[On Radio]
It's coming down now. You guys there?

Give me that! Give me the watch.
Give me that wallet!

- [Shouts]
- Freeze, little hair bag!

Do it, and we're both dead.

Back out the door
before one of us gets reckless.

- Drop it!
- [Screams]

[Horn Honking]

[Man In Car]
Stupid idiot! You wanna get killed?

Move it. Move!

Move! Get out of there!

- Get down! Get down!
- Hey! Watch out!

Freeze it!

[Panting]

[Siren Wailing]

[Tires Screeching]

- Where were you?
- Huh?

I radioed,
so where the hell were you?

He could've killed me.
He had a shotgun.

He could've killed
those people on the bus.

Easy, man. Easy, easy.
Okay. Now, take it easy.

Don't you tell me to take it easy,
Washington...

not with him standing there
stinking of booze!

- And where the hell were you?
- Pit stop, babe. Sorry.

Both of you?
It takes both of you to go to the can?

I just ran in for some cigarettes, Mick.
I'm sorry.

You're full of crap, LaRue!
You're a drunk.

I won't have no drunk
coverir my back.

Oh, man.

Investigation team's on its way up.

I'd ditch that pint
and do something about my breath.

Yeah. Hey, look, uh, maybe you'd
better talk to Belker or something.

He's liable to, you know, say something
to that investigating team.

This is the last time,J.D.
I mean that, man. The last time.

Now, you do something about that problem,
or you've lost me.

It won't happen again, man.
You got my word. Okay?

[Bell Ringing]

Okay. I'll see you next week. Bye-bye.

Uh, Miss Pauley. Excuse me.

- Yeah.
- Andy Renko from, uh-

- Yeah.
- Anyway, I wanted to ask you
about our essay that's due.

Now, you say you want it written
in the third person...

but you want it written
about something we know about.

So wouldn't it be better if I did it
from the "I" point of view?

Well, this is practice.

You see, this way it gives you an opportunity
to experiment with the language.

- Experiment?
- Yeah.

- Good. Okay.
- Okay? See you next week.

- Yeah, good night.
- Good night.

Miss Pauley, I'd feel a lot better
if I could walk you to the parking lot.

This isn't the best of neighborhoods.
There's all kinds of creeps around here.

There's some people here that'd steal the smell
off a junkie, if you know what I mean. Uh-

- Subway.
- Subway.

- Yeah. I don't have a car.
- No car? Well, that's worse.

That's four blocks from here...

and I'd just feel better if I maybe
gave you a ride or something.

- What are you driving, a spaceship?
- Ah, no, ma'am.

You'd be riding on the back...

of a 1957 Harley-Davidson
Hydro Glide hog.

That's the original,
mind you, not a chopper.

I have a 1,250c.c. Panead
and a suicide clutch.

Of course, uh,
being as you're wearing a skirt...

maybe I ought to walk you home...

unless you like to ride sidesaddle.

If you don't mind my asking,
Mr. Renko-

Why is it that you come on to everyone...

like you just spent the afternoon
shoveling horse manure?

Evening, ma'am.

Mr. Renko.

Mr. Renko.

Yeah.

Look, I've read some
of what you've written.

You've got some fine ideas
and some fine perceptions...

but I'll tell you, no one in this class
seems able to get past...

that continual line of macho garbage...

which is to say,
yes, I do mind riding sidesaddle.

I mind the innuendo.

Ma'am, I'm sorry.

It's just that I don't think
a woman as fine-looking as you...

should be all alone walking around
in the middle of the night, not around here.

I'm a policeman, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Well, like you said,
it is a four-block walk.

Lots of creeps out there.

- Besides me, right?
- Yeah.

You, uh-You know
anything about motorcycles?

Not really.

I bought this motorcycle
from this old boy down in Oklahoma.

He had it shipped up here
on a flatbed truck, so I kind of-

[Shouting, Indistinct]

Thanks, Frank.

What's the next step?

Well, they're still running blood tests.

They're gonna run what they call a-
a myelogram tomorrow morning...

see if there's any problem
with his nervous system-

blockage or something from a fall.

How's Rachel holding up?

Good.

She, uh- She'll wait till something happens
one way or the other...

then fall apart like me.

Don't knock it. It's a good trait.

Why don't you take a couple of days,
see this thing through?

Yeah, Rachel'd love that. Me down
at the hospital with her, making her nuts.

I'm better off up here.

Besides...

I've been doing a lot of thinking
about myself, Frank-

about my life, about this job.

I'm no cop, Frank.

The masquerade's gone on long enough.

You've had a hard couple of days, Henry.

It's not that.

It's not just sinceJosh.

It hasn't gotten any better
out there, Frank...

not in my 12 years.

Hell, it's worse than ever.

We can't even make a dent in it,
and I'm not built like that.

I can't live day-to-day
with that hopeless sewer out there...

just getting worse and worse.

I'm not ashamed to say
they can take it and I can't.

- They're tougher than I am.
- I doubt that, Henry.

I wanna take my wife and my babies
and get the hell out of here...

where I don't have to worry about
the violence and dope and race riots...

and my children getting raped
coming home from school.

- Sorry.
- It's all right. I worry about mine the same way.

You know, mostly I wanna...

take 'em somewhere where-

[Laughing] I can tell
the good guys from the bad guys...

'cause we don't have
that luxury anymore.

Not in this department we don't.

That's not true, Henry.

Mmm.

Not completely.

Most of us are still the good guys,
and most of us are still trying.

It's hard.

We're imperfect.

The system sometimes makes
terrible mistakes, as it did today.

- Come on. Don't do this.
- It's a big, cumbersome, imperfect system, Henry.

If you leave it,
it'll be just a little bit worse...

because you're good.

I like to think I am too.

So before you put through a resignation,
think about it, would you?

[Siren Wailing]

[Car Doors Closing]

Hey, I don't want to be here all night, man.

[Man #2]
I'm taking care ofbusiness, ain't I?

Police officer! Hold it right there.

- Hey, cops, man.
- Freeze!

- Get down.!
- [Man Groans]

- Curtis!
- Come on. Let's get out ofhere. Come on.!

Police officer! Open up!

[Banging]

Police! Open up!

[Sighs]

[Mews]