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[Chattering]

Item 15 regards the so-called...

Cutter's Hill...

at the northeast corner of St. James Park.

Night patrol endeavored to break up...

an impromptu conga party there around 3.'00 a. M...

and were fired upon, needless to say, by unfriendlies.

So now two riot details from Division remain on the scene.

So let's pay attention to that situation out there.

- It's gonna be hot today. Humid. - [All Chattering]

Particularly angry, given the public response...

to that officer-involved shooting four nights ago.

Item 16.

The unauthorized signing-outs...

of certain officers of this precinct by certain other officers-

- [Man] Nobody did that for me. - Who shall remain nameless.

Ladies and gentlemen, aside from the obvious impropriety...

of said alleged behavior...

there's a disturbing breach of ethics here as well...

that troubles me.

- ?[Drum Beating] - [Man] Hello, hello, hello.!

I'm looking for the famous Sergeant Phil Esterhaus.

Oh, hello to you. You must be the famous Sergeant Phil Esterhaus.

Ah, we're gonna really knock off your- [Foreign Word]

- [All Laughing] - Make room! Make room! Get ready. Here we go.

- Get ready.! Here we go.! - [Jingling]

?[Drum Continues]

[Cheering]

[Trilling]

[Man] Whoo.!

[Man] Let's go. Let's go.

?[Drum Continues]

[No Audible Dialogue]

Are you ready, Sergeant?

[Yipping]

[Chattering]

[Trilling]

[Applause, Cheering]

Oh, Sergeant. She not through with you yet, Sergeant.

[Woman] "Gonna be hot today."

[Chattering]

?[Drum Continues]

[Chattering]

[Man] Pretty cute, huh, Sergeant?

[All Chattering]

[Man] Happy birthday.!

Happy birthday.

[All] Ooh! Ooh!

Happy birthday.

[Man] Clap hands. Everybody, please. Clap hands. Thank you very much.

[Trills]

[Man] All right. Here we go. Good-bye. [Continues, Indistinct]

All right. All right.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

I'm convinced if they wanted to get ahold of me...

they'd call me in the middle of the night.

They'd wake me up. They'd say, "Come to work." They wouldn't care about my overtime.

- They wouldn't care about anything. - Whoa, whoa. Hey. What is that?

- What? - Rhonda do that to you last night?

[Scoffs] Rhonda? Uh-uh. We're talkir a new team now.

Wait. Vanessa. Your neck.

Tammy. Tammy.

Oh, no. Not Sandra Pauley. Cowboy, please.

Oh, she is the finest woman I ever met in my life.

Bright and educated. You know, she's going for her Ph.D. In English lit.

And refined. She's the only woman I know...

who can speak French to me without me wanting to punch her out.

If I was a less secure type, I'd wonder what she saw in me.

What? What? What? I told you I'd see you later.

Get out of here.

Your sensitivity, no doubt.

- No doubt. - No doubt.

You bet I cut him! Dude stole my deck chair, man!

[Man] You don't need no picture. You need a smack upside your head.

- Happy birthday, Sarge. Another year down the drain. - Hey, Phil.

[Laughs] Some physique on that woman, huh?

Well-rounded and supple.

And the way she moved it.

Under other circumstances, Ray, I might've shared your appreciation of her musculature...

but as it is, I was embarrassed in the extremis.

- Embarrassed? - I'm a basically shy man, Ray.

[Furillo] Happy birthday, Phil.

Francis, uh...

do you know who's responsible for that blatant ribaldry downstairs?

No. I really don't, Phil.

Probably a bunch of guys took up a collection.

Ask around.

- Mmm. Say, lover. - Hmm?

Did you get the car in the shop for new brakes?

No. I gotta get it to the garage at 8:30.

- They said it'll be ready around 3:00. - Oh, man.

- How are we gonna get around until then? - Hey. Relax, will ya, man?

Clark's out with phlebitis. We'll take his unit. Yeah. Yeah. Hello. Hello.

Jennifer Crosby pick up her messages yet?

Okay. Tell herJohn LaRue called again. Call me. It's important. Right.

Sarge, are these all my messages?

What you see is what you got.

- A moment, fellas. - Sure, Sarge.

Uh, that little performance in roll call-

Tell the truth. Did you boys cook it up, huh?

- Uh-uh. - No.

My taste runs more to your double-decker bump and grind, if you get my thrust.

[Man] Whoo.!

[Man #2] Whoa. Hey, Fay. Lookirgood.

[Man #1] Ooh.! Ooh.!

- Caribbean or Puerto Vallarta sounds nice, but Bora-Bora? - [Door Opens]

Sounds redundant.

Uh-oh. Listen. I gotta go, counselor. Could we talk about this over dinner? Hmm?

Sure. 7:30. Right. Yeah. Yes. Bye.

Fay, you look spectacular.

Thank you.

- How's the thumb? - It feels great.

You know, getting mugged is the best thing that's happened to me since our divorce, Frank.

- Gee, thanks. - Oh, come on. Don't be so sensitive.

I mean, what I mean is it-

it sort of made me come face-to-face with my own mortality.

- You have no idea what a rut I was in. - Yes, I have.

What with my work and motherhood and Harvey.

By the way, that ship has sailed. I mean, you were so right about him, Frank.

He is. He is humorless. He's arrogant. He's pedantic.

- I mean, he has chronic dermatitis. - [Chuckles]

- What's so funny? - You.

I've never seen you so up.

- Well, it's Otis. - Otis?

Redman?

- Your orthopedist? - Well, he's much more than my orthopedist.

How much more?

Well, uh, we went to the basketball game and had soul food the other night.

Last night it was dinner and the theater.

I'm having lunch with him today at Caf� Ol�.

This guy gives new meaning to the word "operate."

Don't you think you're moving this along a little briskly?

And aren't you being a little paternal?

You're right. It's none of my business. I apologize.

Oh. Never mind. Listen.

What I came here for is to find out whether you can take FrankJr. For the weekend.

- The whole weekend? - Well, see, Otis has invited me...

to go to an orthopedic convention in St. Louis.

I mean, it's not Bora-Bora, my dear, but, uh-

- Fay, are you sure about this? - Honestly?

No.

But, um...

I'm very flattered, and I'm very excited.

And I have to admit, I'm a little curious.

- I'd hate to see you get hurt. - Frank, getting hurt is part of life.

Come on. Will you take him?

- Sure. - Oh!

Great. Thank you.

- Francis, your- Oh. Excuse me. - Hi, Phil.

Well, hello, Fay.

Wow. What an attractive ensemble.

- Thank you. - Hmm.

- Bye, Phil. - Bye.

Ooh. Nice scent.

- Ooh. - Phil.

Oh. Excuse me. You're gonna be late to your meeting with the chief.

Frank!

[Woman On P.A.] Frank Furillo. Captain Frank Furillo, you have a phone call.

Pick up on the courtesy phone, please.

Furillo.

Yeah, Captain. We picked up Pinky Reiner on Utica...

and tailed him to the Bixby Hotel.

- You know the place. - Yeah. Very interesting.

Yeah. Weeks's story is lookir stronger.

Okay, Neal. Good work. Stay with him, but be patient.

Yeah. I know what you mean, Captain. Don't worry.

Yeah. Later.

Hey. Make it quick,J.D.

Yeah. Hi. Uh, this is J.D. LaRue again.

Did, uh, Jennifer Crosby pick her messages up yet?

Oh. What time's her flight due in?

Okay. Look. Tell her she can call me anytime tonight after she gets in. Okay?

Hey. You know, you got a dynamite voice. Uh, you an actress or somethir?

Oh, no. I- I'm in law enforcement.

No, no. Jennifer's been doing a little undercover work for me. That's all.

Huh?

What's your name?

Tiffany. Tiffany. Hey. That's great.

- Hey. Come on. He's splittir. - Hold on a second, Tiffany. Okay?

Look. I gotta get the car to the garage anyway. Okay? So you go on.

- I'll find out your location from Dispatch. I'll hitch a ride out. - Oh, man.

Yeah, baby. No, nothir. Just a friend.

Right. Huh?

Me? No. I'm not doing anything.

[Tires Squeal]

Hey, if she's not there later tonight-

What do you think, baby? Maybe, uh, you and I could, uh...

catch a little dinner sometime soon, huh?

Hey!

- Can't shake you. - Ah. You thought you had me, didn't ya, huh?

Yes, sir. You really pulled those last six points out there at the end.

Hello, Frank. Glad you could make it. You know Lieutenant Digby out of Division?

- Sure. We've met. Good game. - Captain.

- He's a tough competitor. - [Man] My head.!

- But you gotta go some to beat the old fox at the wire, huh? - My head.!

Yes, sir. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go hit the showers, Chief.

- See ya, Digby. - Captain.

- Take it easy. I can't- - Just keep walking.

I'm dizzy.

- Uh- - Doggone fiberglass.

It doesn't have the tensile strength of a good steel racquet.

Howard, is that man all right?

Oh, sure, Frank. He just got a little close to my backswing. That's all.

A dozen stitches, and the old melon will be as good as new.

You ought to try this game, Frank. It really centers you.

Yeah. I see that, Howard.

You could use some exercise, Frank.

Lose some weight.

Color's a little pasty. Jowly too, huh?

Tighten up the old breadbasket.

- I'll teach you the rudiments of the game. You just say the word. - Thanks, Howard.

- If time allows. - Well, let me shower up, and we'll put on the feed bag, okay?

Come on, Howard. Last one in the shower has to hold the soap.

- [Laughs] - [Chuckles]

[Chattering]

No point in dancing around it, Frank. I'm feeling heat on this one.

The mayor's office, community action groups...

Black Citizens Coalition on the Hill-

- They all want Weeks's head on a pole. - I appreciate that, Chief.

Then damn it, Frank. Why the delay?

Too many questions, not enough answers...

and a feeling down in my gut that, as rotten as he is...

Weeks is telling the truth this time.

I'm deeply troubled, Frank. You know why?

Because when the president announced his intention to visit the Hill...

you were conspicuous by your lack of enthusiasm.

And when you had the opportunity to promote yourself off the Hill and up to commander...

you literally gave it away.

Now you're at it again.

And given Weeks's history of racial bias leading to incident...

your concern for his welfare mystifies me, Frank.

My concern for Weeks is the same as for any other cop involved in a shooting incident:

That he have a thorough investigation...

before he goes before a Board of Rights or a coroner's inquest.

Weeks is not like any other cop, Frank. He's a liability.

A disgrace to the entire force.

If we don't make an example of him...

it'll do irreparable damage to this department's image.

Chief, you already know I'm not a political person.

I'm also not naive. I've been known to bend a rule or two.

But this is asking me to place image above morality. I can't do that.

Bottom line, Frank. It's not image or politics or morality.

It's perception. If Weeks gets away with this shooting...

righteous or not, the entire community will perceive cover-up.

They will scream cover-up.

And while we're busy defending ourselves, someone will drop a match up there...

and you'll have a full-blown riot on your hands.

Where's the morality in that?

You want to get married, Lucy?

I can't today, Joe.

You know, I was there once.

That is the quickest way to ruin a good relationship.

I'm not sure I'm the domestic type either.

But that does not mean that I'm into your basic one-night stands.

Hey. I know what you mean. I'm the same way.

You need a certain kind of, uh...

intimacy I guess you'd say...

- in order for, uh- - Joe, you want to check that out?

How you doir? What's happenir?

Nothir. There ain't nothir happening.

Wait a second. What are you doing?

Puttir these tires in the trunk of the car here, chuck meat.

- Yeah. I can see that. Are they yours? - No. They're my Uncle Sidney's.

- That's his truck. - Wait a second. Fellas.

Before I make a hasty judgment, why don't one of you just tell me what's going down?

We gotta take these tires, which we're borrowir from Sidney's truck, and put 'em on my truck...

so I can drive to the airport and pick up my mom comir in from Atlanta.

Does anybody here have proof of ownership of this truck?

Callir us liars, huh? You think we're lying?

Why don't you jump back in- in your police car, white lady, before something happens here.

- Hey. Just a second- - Don't "Just second, son" me. I ain't your son.

- Ain't nobody here your son. - Lucy, why don't you just get in the car?

- I can handle- - Get in the car and radio for some backup. All right?

[Man] You better remember where you are.! This is my neighborhood.!

All right. Get away from the car.

[Man Shouts]

- [All Shouting] - [Coffey] All right. Let her through.

Let her through. Back off now. Back off, pal.

Back off.

[All Shouting]

This is Unit 2203 requesting immediate backup...

for officers in distress.

- Lock the doors. - The 1400 block ofJefferson Avenue.

[Banging]

Damn it, Artie. Take it easy.

It's only a firecracker.

[Cheering]

Now put it away.

Hey, Lucy. Why don't you go wait in the truck? We're almost finished here.

I'm all right.

[Chattering]

Hey, Vinnie.

I don't mean to rush ya, but there are a lot of places I'd rather be than here right now.

What do you think? I really like it up here?

I didn't want this job in the first place.

- [People Shouting] - [Glass Shatters]

[Chattering]

- [Man Shouting In Spanish] - [Man #2] Yeah.

You can play it as cool as you want, Bobby, but I'm kind of tired of sittir idly by...

while crowds of complete strangers yell insults at me.

Not to mention what that guy with the comb in his bush said about my mother.

Don't think I didn't see you looking...

when that guy said to you something about being a Oreo.

- [Woman On Radio, Indistinct] - Drop it, Renko.

- If I want a replay- - You hear that? That's Shirret Anders's address.

- I'm not going over there. You get none of- - Just drive there, man.

- You- - Just drive!

[People Shouting]

I just want to show you somethir here.

This water been falling in my-

I don't even know how to turn the water off.

- Hey. - [All Talking At Once]

- All stuck in there. Look at that thing. It's gonna flood. - Can you believe this?

Someone could have been electrocuted.

- Your whole house- - Don't even bother askir me.

- Mm-mmm. - Would someone just stay here for an hour at the most?

I can't take care of them children. I got a family of my own.

[Renko] Hey. Where you goin; lady?

This'll be the last time, lady. Until the welfare people pick 'em up.

If you think she's gonna be at the Holland House Bar, she ain't there.

Well, where in the hell is she then?

Well, honey, if she can't tell ya, I sure can.

- I heard you the first time. - Is Shirret Anders here?

- Sorry, fellas. Wrong pad. - She's here.

Hey. You can't come bustir into no pad like that.

- What are y'all doir? - Looks like I was wrong about you, Shirret.

- Put on your clothes. I'm booking you. - [Both Shouting]

- Shut up. - I have to go home to my babies.

- You don't have any. Welfare people are taking them. - Don't take my babies.

- I don't know nothir about no babies. - Shut up, Leon.

- Just let me go home. - You're a liar. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, leavir-

- Put on your clothes. Shut up, Leon. - Hey!

- Shut up! - Hey! Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey, man. Now stop. You're way out of line here now.

Come on. You're gonna kill him. Stop it.

Let me go.

Get out of here, man.

[Panting]

[Horn Honks]

[Man] Hey.! Taxi.!

Didrt faze you a bit today, did it?

- What? - Today.

Yeah. It did.

It did, huh?

- Look, I want to be honest with you about something. - What?

- I had one thing on my mind out there. - Yeah?

And that was getting you the hell out of there to a safe place.

Joe, what are you talkir about?

- Joe. - Listen to me.

- Lucy. - Joe, there are people here. Come on.

I don't care.

I got something real strong for you, Lucy.

I want to- I want to watch out for ya. I want to be with ya.

I really want to make it with you, Lucy.

Come on. Don't kid around. I- I-

- Look- - It's not funny.

- It's not meant to be funny, Lucy. - Come on. Joe.

[Man] Waitress.

Look, I- I don't want you to misunderstand me.

Because I'm not trying to pressure you.

- I'm just telling you like it is. - Okay.

Okay.

If I don't turn you on, I don't turn you on.

I don't think that I'd kick you out of bed.

If you know what I mean.

That's a handy coincidence then.

What?

Well, this place. You know, beir a hotel and all.

I don't believe it.

That's just what people think.

You know, you partner up with a woman, and then right away, wham, bam, automatic.

I know what the guys say.

Well, what difference does it make...

if that's what they already think?

Hey, listen. That's not a reason.

Not if you want what I want.

[Horn Honking]

It's gonna affect our work out here. You know that. I know it.

I'm gonna be your squeeze. I'm not gonna be your partner.

- Look. Well, I don't have a problem with that. - I do!

I like you very mu-

I really do.

But don't rush me into this. [Mouthing Words]

Just give me a little time to think. That's all.

[Engine Starts]

Got some handcuffs on sale, LaRue.

But I imagine you get yours at wholesale.

- Ah, take a walk, Peters. - Oh. Hey, hey. Hey.

Take a look-Take a look at that new Danish annual. It's a regular barnyard inside.

- [Chuckles] - [Film Projector Whirring]

- Hey. - [Woman Moaning On Film]

[Man On Film] Hello, Mimi.

2,000 even.

- Do you want to count it? - No. That's cool.

- I owe you one. - That's comforting.

Especially after those Midtown boys busted me last month.

Hey. You get this straight. It's a loan, Tanner. Just a loan.

What's the juice?

500 on top. Friday at the latest.

- No problem. - I hope not.

After that it's 10% a week, compounded daily.

Ten a week?

- Right. - Hey, LaRue.

You used to be such a clean whistle.

Since wherd you start doing business with guys like me, huh? [Laughs]

No. It's nothing important, Sarge.

If you happen to see LaRue, ask him to give me a call right away.

I mean, it's, uh- it's kind of important.

Uh, comprehension-wise, I'm a bit in the dark here, Belker.

It's kind of personal, Sarge- between me and him.

No. Can't tell you that either.

'Cause I don't know who set up the belly dancer.

That guy spends more time on the phone than my teenage daughter.

- [Belker] Well, I don't know what to tell you. - [Laughs]

He got a call from his mother this mornir.

She busted his chops for over 10 minutes about his mating habits.

- [Bell Jingles] - Cool it. We got another customer.

- Come on in, pal. - Yeah. Hey. How you doir?

- Good. How are you? - Oh. Fair to middlir.

- Good. You got somethir to sell today? - Yeah.

- I got somethir I want to get off right away. - Oh, marone.

All right. Move it. I want all your cash, and I want it right now.

Come on. Come on. Move it.

You sure you want to be doing this?

I said move it, short stuff, or I'll blow your head off right here.

Come on. I ain't got all day. Let's get it on!

Come on. Come on.

You know, before you do anything real stupid...

I think that you gotta take a look at our specialty items first.

Look. I ain't got all day.

Can you see that?

That's a 12-gauge double-barrel with a money-back guarantee...

pointed right between your eyes.

Comes as a matching set with this one here.

All right. Tell you what I'm gonna do for you.

If you take the both of'em...

I'm gonna throw in my police badge and...

this gorgeous video unit here.

You smile, dog breath!

You're on Candid Camera.!

[Man] All right. You take the second watch.

- [Woman] Hill Street station. - [Phone Ringing]

Hey, Leo.

Hey. Thanks for the birthday surprise in roll call this morning.

- Ooh. The shimmy on that woman. - Yeah.

Ooh, ooh! Not to mention the undulating abdominal region.

Yeah. She was some cookie, but, uh- Hey. I can't take credit.

- I was, uh, just as surprised as you were, Sarge. - Oh. Wasrt you, huh?

- Uh-uh. - How about Delgado?

- He's got that kind of mind. - [Phone Rings]

Well, I doubt it, but you can ask.

Move your feet, dog barf!

Belker. Tag the cannon.

[Man] Hold it.! Hold it.!

[Clicks, Whirs]

[Phone Rings]

[Man] It's supposed to be safe in here.

[Chattering]

Inside, dog drool!

- Come on! - Hey. Come on, man.

[Man] All right. Where were we?

Leo, uh, maybe call the vending machine company, would you, huh?

- Leo. - Oh, boy.

[Chattering]

Oh, now, what is this? Hey, hey, hey. Get your feet off here.

Don't ever have your feet like that in a police station ever.

- Get her out of here. - [Hill] I know where to take her.

- I know you know where. Just get her out of here. - I do.

You know what? We had to take those two little children down to juvenile hall.

- We can't find a welfare worker. She is the worst- - Keep trying, Andy.

Renko. You by any chance seen LaRue?

LaRue? Yeah. Him and Washington are on some kind of cocaine stakeout or something.

- Why? What's the problem? - It's no problem.

If you talk to him, tell him to call me. It's important.

Mick, what happened to that machine?

Mick, I- I was gonna eat somethir when I came back here. I got all-

[Chattering]

[Chattering Continues]

[Man] Ah, I'm busy. Sorry.

[Woman] Hey. Look out, buddy.

[Chattering Continues]

He's in the food stand,J.D.

[No Audible Dialogue]

[Woman Speaking Spanish]

- [Chattering] - Damn.

[Horn Honks]

[Man] Hey, man! Watch where you're goir!

Damn! I think he's trying to shake us.

Cover the Grant Street entrance.

Watch it.

[Panting]

J.D.J.D.!

Damn it,J.D. Where the hell are you?

Good, man. I was afraid you wouldn't get that two thou in time.

Oh, hi, Ma. Yeah. Everything's "copa" down here.

- Got here just fine. - All right. Look. That's good. How we doir?

He's one game up. I'll let him win two more, then I'll smack him.

All right. Look. You take this thing slow and easy.

I want to make it look as close as possible. Right?

Aw, tough break. Just missed the 15 ball.

Listen. Ma, I'll be home for dinner. Okay? Bye.

[Exhales Deeply]

Pa, I'm laughing because I don't believe what I'm hearing.

All right. But I want you to calm down long enough...

to tell me why you want to put my mother in a mental institution.

What do you mean you're in love with another woman?

You're 83 years old. Where you goir so fast with another woman?

That's crazy. You can't keep up with a 68-year-old.

I mean, how often can you-

No kidding. That often?

What's Ma been feeding you?

Your welfare worker, Miss Thompson, is tied up in court all day.

- She'll be seeing you tomorrow. - What about my babies?

They'll have to stay in juvenile hall.

I talked with the captain about it. He said not to file charges...

providing you promise to come in here tomorrow and meet with your welfare lady.

- Please, don't take my babies from me. - I can't do anything about that.

- You can do it. - I can't do it.

I warned you, Shirret.

The welfare lady warned you. We tried to work it out with you...

- but you just couldn't cut it, so that's all there is to it. - You can do it...

but you just hate me too much...

'cause deep down inside you're just as chuck belly fish white as they are.

I didn't put your babies in a home, girl! You did that!

- You're lyir! You're lyir! - You did it, Shirret!

You understand? You did that!

Girl, you don't know how ashamed you make me feel.

- [Furillo] Neal. - He shook me down on Lafayette Avenue.

Boy, sure sounds as if he's getting ready to move some merchandise.

Yeah. I wouldn't mind staking out that hairdresser's tonight.

We take Weeks into the coroner's inquest tomorrow.

Let's do this right, maybe get lucky.

- I'll see what I can work out with Narcotics. - Right.

- Where's LaRue? - Couldrt say.

He'll turn up.

[Phone Rings]

- Yeah. - Yeah. It's me. What's goir on?

- Yeah, Ma. - Hey, look. How much?

Ah- How much you think we're up?

- By a thou? - You're close.

Six grand.

Six grand? Six grand?

All right. Look. Stay there. Just stay there.

Hey, Ma. Would you stop worrying?

I'll be right over. Right.

[Tire Scrapes Curb]

Kid?

- [Whispers] Hey, kid. - [Coughs]

[Groans]

Oh, man. Oh, man.

They get it all? Every nickel?

Okay. Come on. Try to get up on your feet.

- I'm gonna get you down the hospital to Emergency. - I can't.

Damn it to hell. Get on your feet, will ya? Come on.

Had to do it, huh?

You had to make him look silly, didn't ya?

Okay. Come on.

Easy now. Easy.

[Grunts] We've had it with you guys up here.

I've never seen machines vandalized or abused like this.

- Hold it down. No yelling. - No, no, no.

Let me tell you something. You're worse than the kids. No. This is it. This is it.

I'm taking every one of my machines out of- out of this lunatic asylum!

What can I say? We try our best, but given the traffic...

we can't always be attentive to the health and welfare of these fine machines.

Guys are really gonna miss 'em.

Especially those little sweet rolls that come four to a package with-

- Oh, yeah. - What's that stuff-

That's right. With the lemon cream with the coconut and the nutmeg.

- That's right. - So good, Lou.

- Come on now. It's on the truck. - Lou. Lou. Come on.

- No, no. - Hey, Lou. Lou. Look.

Hey. Why don't I buy you guys a couple of cups of java?

If we're parting ways, there's no reason not to do so amicably.

After all, you've got your needs, we've got our needs, et cetera, et cetera.

[Chuckles] You know something?

This is the same line you pulled the last time I wanted to get my machines out of here.

Guilt! The guilt trip.

- No coffee. Nothing. No. - You make it sound like I was trying to manipulate you. No.

Lou.

Captairs setting up down in the roll call. Through that door.

Right.

Washington. Hey, uh...

I hear you been shouldering most of this.

What's your game?

[Chuckles]

Right.

[Furillo] The suspect's name is George Allen Reiner. Alias Pinky.

About 30 years old. About six feet tall.

Reddish-brown hair. An expensive dresser.

Detective Washington took this picture outside the Bixby Hotel this morning.

That and Narcotics' suspicion that he may be a high-level cocaine importer...

are about all we have.

- Jerry. - Yeah. Couple of things.

First, we all know the kind of pressure the department's been putting on us...

to squelch the fun and games until the Hill cools down.

That means we go in fast, clean, without incident.

That means that nobody outside this room knows what we're doir.

Look. I'm sorry, man. I had to get this guy down to Emergency.

The guy was worked over really bad.

The next thing is we do have a search warrant here from Judge Schoellkopf...

but it's for the hairdresser's exclusively.

So let's be careful what doors we go through.

Anything to add to this?

Weeks?

- No. - Any questions?

Neal. Come on, man. I said I was sorry.

What the hell did you want me to do? Let the guy just lay there?

Hey. Tell me about it, man. Look at you. You're half juiced.

Hey, man. Hey, man. You come on now.

I'm gonna tell you something. I haven't had-

I haven't had a drink all day.

One drink. Okay. One drink all day.

Yeah. One drink out of a bowl.

Hey, look. That's the last time you screw me up,J.D. The last time!

Well, if it wasrt you, Delgado, who was it?

I mean, the thought is one thing...

but I will not have my roll calls disrupted.

Not for any reason.

Francis, they won't be pulling out the vending machines after all.

I sat the guy down and talked to him.

- Good, Phil. - You really must have charmed his pants off.

That's right, Lieutenant. I will not have my roll calls disrupted. Not for any reason.

- [Chuckling] - [Chuckling]

So, what do you think we ought to order here?

The, uh, Chianti Ruffino here or the Chianti Classico?

The Classico's got a little gold star next to it.

[With French Accent] Oh, they sound wonderful.

No, no. Don't talk French at me like that.

But I think the Ruffino's cheaper.

Cheap? I don't want to be cheap when I'm out with my little princess.

- Oh. - Do you know that they have wine in this menu...

that costs $150 a bottle?

- No. - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Yeah. And I think maybe we just oughta order some and taste it...

or better yet, order some and taste it and send it back.

Or better yet, let me just, uh, unload this little lump I have here.

- What lump? - This lump right here.

- What is this? - Just open it.

Renko, what did you get me?

I bought you a little box that has some snakes in it that jump out and crawl up your nose.

- You're bad. - Open it.

Okay. [Gasps] Oh.

Oh, Andy, these are beautiful.

- Oh, baby. I can't take these. - Oh, yes, you can.

You just take 'em right out of that box...

and you put 'em right up next to your pretty little ears, and you let-

- Bobby. - Hey, cowboy.

About time you got here.

Uh, Sandra Pauley, this is Robert Eugene Hill, my partner.

- Hi. Nice to meet you, Sandra. - Nice to meet you. And you're not late.

- Wejust got here. - Sit on down here, Bobby.

I see you're without a date as usual.

Uh, well, she had to work late. She'll try to meet us for dessert.

- Yeah. I'm sure she will. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Well, now that I've finally met you...

let me ask you a question.

What does a beautiful woman like you see in this guy?

Other than maybe feeling sorry for him, which we all naturally do.

It's the gift, Bobby. Women can't say no to it.

Oh, they can't, huh?

Evening, Ms. Davenport.

Good evening.

- For the club soda. - [Man] Excuse me. Excuse me.

We've been through this, Frank.

We can't do that without compromising each other's work.

Joyce, please. I'm starving.

Why can't we just go back, sit down and enjoy ourselves like an ordinary couple?

Frank, please. Let's eat at Santello's.

We can fight tomorrow, huh? Come on. It's been a long day.

Give me a smile.

- The travel agent called. - You're changing the subject.

She can get us a suite right on the beach in the last two weeks of May.

Okay. Terrific. As long as we can sit at the same table when we eat.

[Chuckles]

You can make it, can't you? You'll make the time?

Let somebody else put out the fires.

How will we register? Mr. And Mrs.?

Any way you want.

Good. Let's try it. Maybe you'll get to like the sound of it.

Who knows? Maybe so.

[Chattering]

[Man On Walkie-talkie] He should've shown by now.

We got the warrant, so let's go in.

Negative, man. We're here for Reiner.

Nail him, and we confirm Weeks's story.

We can nail anyone in there on possession.

You really amaze me. Weeks is one of your own people, and you just don't give a damn.

Someone ought to read you the facts of life, Jefferson.

The name's Washington, Chuck.

And you do this the way we agreed, or scrap it right now.

- Hey. Come on. You want some coffee, babe? - No.

[Tires Squealing]

That's him.

Gotta be.

He's careful, ain't he?

Okay. Let's do it. Grab the sucker with the briefcase.

Patience, man. Patience. We got a warrant.

Get off your butt and nail him. Grab him before he goes in.

They're playing games! I knew it!

There they go.

- What the hell are they doing? - Now.

- Go. Go. It's going down. - [Man On Radio] You've got it, Washington. Unit 6 coming in.

[Sirens Wailing]

- Brakes,J.D.! Brakes! - No brakes!

[Washington] Oh, no.!

[Siren Wailing]

[Chattering]

I hear it's jewelry, not cocaine.

We're tracing it with Burglary Division.

It's hot anyway. That much we're sure of.

This guy Weeks is something else.

He sets up for cocaine and gets jewelry.

I don't know what the hell to believe anymore. Where's Washington?

He's with the medics.

Sorry about this, Captain.

- Looks like a broken nose. - Yep.

You'd better get to a hospital.

I thought I'd wait until we finish mopping up.

- Where's LaRue? - He's down there.

- Get to the hospital. - Right.

[Exhales Deeply]

[Sighs]

Smart move, LaRue.

You went out on an important operation in a unit with no brakes.

How do you explain that?

Maybe I can explain it for you.

Hey. Wa-Wa-

You're a drunk, my friend.

And because you're a drunk, you're a screwup.

And I'm through waiting for you to change. You got a couple of choices, pal.

Either this, or you call a LieutenantJohnson down at Division...

and you say to him, "I'm a drunk, and I want to change."

You got that? "I want to change."

Otherwise, you're out of this police department, and I mean now.

Uh-

Just because we turned up hot jewelry...

instead of coke this time, doesn't mean he was wrong.

There isn't gonna be a next time, Jerry. Coroner's inquest is at 3:00 this afternoon.

And with everybody breathing down their necks...

it looks as if Weeks is looking at a recommendation of manslaughter to the D.A.

- How does that grab ya? - I still think I can turn it, Captain.

Let me try talking to the victim's family...

and having another shot at the store manager, Mr. Beau Gregory.

Yeah. Come on, Furillo. 3:00 this afternoon. What's to lose?

I have a meeting in three quarters of an hour...

with Chief Daniels about last night's little fiasco...

that's likely to cost me a pound of flesh.

That's what's to lose. You have any idea what captairs flesh goes for these days?

I don't know, Weeks. I begin to wonder...

if our desire to protect one of our own hasn't muddied our thinking.

- Meaning what? - Meaning maybe...

there was only one unarmed kid in that alley that night.

Well, you think whatever you like, Furillo. I know what I know.

Captain. Still haven't heard one single reason that justifies why the kid was in the alley...

alone or otherwise, at 3:00 in the morning.

Neither have I.

Let's try the store manager again. At this stage of the game-

It'll look like exactly what it is:

A last-minute attempt to finagle Weeks out of an indictment.

All right. Go ahead.

What's to lose? We're in deep. What the hell's another pound of flesh?

- Go with him, would you, Henry? - Sure.

[Phone Rings]

Hey. Washington.

Why?

I mean, wh- what's in this for you?

- What's the difference? - No difference.

It's just that, uh, if you had your chance, no questions asked...

I know you'd like to get a piece of me.

- You got that right. - Then why?

Has to do with somethir you don't understand:

Being a good cop.

Look, man. You gonna talk to me about this or what?

Nothing to talk about. It's finished.

- Just like that, huh? - Just like that?

Man,J.D., don't make me have to spell it out to ya.

Just let it go.

All right. I know you're upset, man. You got every right in the world to be.

- I've been a little out of line lately. - A little out of line?

Man, you almost killed me last night.

You're a drunk. A user.

And you have used me,J.D.

You're a bottomless pit, man...

and you drag everybody who cares a damn about you into it.

I can change, Neal. Honest to God, I can.

I just gotta straighten my life out first. That's all.

You won't get your life straightened out till you change.

And you know what, lover?

I don't think you can do it.

[Mews]