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[Esterhaus]
Item 11.

Due apparently to the adverse
economic realities of ghetto life...

not to mention
spring's more temperate clime...

a number of the Hill's
professional women...

have taken to transacting business
under the bushes-

[Laughing, Chattering]

Just inside the park's
117 th Street entrance.

- [Man] Favorite place to be!
- Yesterday, four individuals...

of the, uh, john persuasion
were found quite hapless...

- and pants-less-
- [Laughter]

Under the flowering rhododendrons.

Let's try and domesticate
that situation, shall we?

Item 12 regards
the so-called "Wino Slasher"...

who's been attempting to, uh...

turn our local skid-row population...

into an endangered species.

To date, there have been
three dead and nine injured.

Panic has become epidemic amongst
these denizens of the netherworld.

Ergo, starting today...

there will be a three-precinct
undercover operation in effect.

- Mick Belker will be staking out for Hill Street.
- [Man] Right on, Mick.

Item 13. TheJack Halloran
Memorial Scholarship...

is being established
at Woodrow Wilson High...

for the scholar-athletes,
college aspirants...

who best exemplifies...

the high ideals
thatJack has stood for.

You fellas know thatJack was all-city halfback
for two years running.

- [Man] Yeah, great guy.
- Anyway, all contributions, large or small...

will be very much appreciated.

All right. That's it.
Let's roll.

And, hey, let's be
careful out there, huh?

- What's with J. D?
- Had his Board of Rights yesterday.

- But when I called him up
last night he hadn't heard yet.
- Where's Renko?

His dad died a couple of hours ago.

[Leo] Oh, it's a gold card this month, Maurice.
Business must be pretty good.

- ## [Whistling]
- Uh-oh.

No can do, sport.
Expiration date, 12/81.

Oh, no.

Uh, third desk in the first row.

[Man]
Wilson.

## [Whistling]

A nuclear holocaust may simply not be
the no-win situation many describe, Ray.

Think about it.
Where will the bombs strike?

The city.

We are talking about nuclear bulldozing
of genetic tide pools, mon hombre...

while you and I could be sitting
and watching first-run movies...

in a 200-seat theater in the basement
of First Strike Estates.

Think about it, Ray. No waiting in lines,
a good selection of Cantinflas films.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

Speaking of genetic tide pools, how did you
make out at Gabriel's Gate the other night?

Tell you the truth, those meat racks are not
my kind of place. There's too much desperation.

You know, I'm making a pretty good
adjustment to my single life now.

To tell you the truth,
I don't have to hang off a bar every night.

Now, that, by me, is a man.

You want to talk about a man?
I want to talk about flowers.

- Forget about it. It's no big deal.
- What do you mean, no big deal?

- A $60 bouquet of flowers?
- I said, it was no big deal.

Luce, come on.
There had to be a dozen roses in there.

- That's 40 bucks right there.
- Oh, forget it.

Say, you guys, I'm gonna swing by the hospital.
You want to tell Renko anything?

Hill, why don't you give these to Renko?
From all the guys at Hill Street.

Oh, wow, Leo. That's really sweet.
Where'd you get 'em?

Oh, well, some of us chipped in.

Hey, man, that's real sweet of you guys.
You know, Renko will appreciate that.

Thanks.

Pick up dry cleaning, check.
Buy swimsuit, check.

Suntan lotion, check.
Pay rent in advance, check.

That's it. All set.
You packed?

You came all the way up here to lord
your vacation-planning efficiency over me?

Actually, I've got a bit of business. Drew
a rape suspect in the office pool this morning.

Charter member, no doubt,
of the local ravage-and-pillage set.

Oh, that's a particularly cavalier
attitude this morning, counselor.

Just can't believe we're actually
getting out of this place tonight.

- We meet 7:00, your place.
- You got it.

Ms. Davenport.

McKay from Internal Affairs called.

LaRue has been cleared of charges
by his Board of Rights.

We can have him back if we want.

- I think not.
- Are you sure, Frank?

He did the job when we needed it
on Jack Halloran's shooter.

- He's a little too unpredictable for my taste, Ray.
- Okay.

I punched out
from the drugstore at 9:00.

I went over to Holland House for a beer
on the way home, and that's where I met Rona.

- Last name?
- I don't even know.

After about an hour
we went back to her place...

where I stayed until
it was close to 12:30.

I know, because that's when
she kicked me out.

I walked a couple of blocks
back toward my house...

and I stopped at a corner store to pick up
a pack of smokes and-and an ice-cream bar.

And it was after that. The cops drove up, they
pulled me over, they dragged me over to the car...

and there was this girl in there, right,
that I'd never seen in my life before.

And they said, "Is it him?
Is this the guy? Is this the one?"

And she pointed at me
and started screaming.

Why didn't you ask to go back
to Rona's to prove your alibi?

I did! And they-they said,
"Tell it to your lawyer." [Sighs]

What if I told you, Donald,
just hypothetically...

that if you wanted to plead guilty
to a lesser charge-

say, sexual abuse-

it might be possible to get you probation
or minimal jail time as a first offender...

but that if you insisted
on going to trial and lost...

you could do 10 years or more
in prison?

Wait l- I thought I had
a right to a trial.

You do.

But our legal system exacts
a high price for your exercise of it.

[Scoffing]
This is funny.

I mean, I want to be a lawyer.

I'm saving up now, so I can do prelaw
at City College and then go to law school.

But you can't be a lawyer if you got
a criminal record for rape assault, can you?

- No. You can't.
- Come on!

Would you rape somebody
four blocks from your house?

Frankly, you'd have to be pretty stupid.
But it's been done.

Would you rape somebody
after just having had sex?

Me?
I rather doubt it.

Look, I don't know
much about the courts...

and-and how all that works yet,
Miss Davenport.

But I would go to jail for 10 years,
20 years, my whole life...

before I stood up and said I did
something like that that I didn't do.

- Donald-
- Aren't you supposed to be the one...

who's gonna help me prove I'm innocent?

Yes, I am.

I don't want a criminal record-

not even for spitting on the sidewalk,
not if I didn't do it.

Please, sit down.

[Exhales Deeply]

Look, Donald, some of what you're saying
makes a certain amount of sense.

Do you think you could remember
this Rona's apartment number?

Um...

third floor, top of the landing.

You know something, Donald Lilly?

You could very possibly
mess up my vacation.

[Papers Rustling]

What do you mean, you can't release the body yet?
That's my daddy we're talking about.

I'm sorry, Mr. Renko.
But since his admitting physician...

forgot to sign the death certificate,
and it being a Wednesday-

Well, what the hell difference does that make?
Just call him up!

His secretary believes he's
on the front nine at Crestview.

- [Woman On P.A.] Dr. Anderson, 1301.
- Golf, Mr. Renko.

- Can't anybody else sign this?
- Tracy, will you just be quiet
and let me handle this?

- Now, can't anybody else sign this?
- Only the medical examiner.

- I paged him 10 minutes ago.
- Do we have a problem here, Lori?

Hmm, not if you're the medical examiner.
Would you just sign this here, please?

[Woman On P.A.]
Nurse Byron, patient 2403.

I'm sorry, Mr. Renko.
I can't make heads or tails of this.

So what?
He's dead, isn't he?

Well, with no clear cause of death,
I can't sign this without an autopsy.

- An autopsy will take two or three days.
- Autopsy?

That poor old man was in and out of this hospital
with cancer for three months.

Well, I suggest you wait
for your own doctor.

- I can't. He's still not off the back nine yet.
- [Taps Counter]

Well, it's his fault the certificate isn't signed,
not mine.

Will you come here
and talk to me here, pal?

Now, you know those little M.E. Tags
you have on the back of your car?

Well, how would you feel if every time
you parked in front of a fire hydrant...

or in an illegal zone
without a medical emergency...

you came out and found out
that some cop had cited your car?

You know what I'm talking about?
You wouldn't feel too good, would you?

So what I'm asking for here
is a little professional mutual "reprocosity"...

- if you get my meaning.
- [Mouths Word]

- [Papers Rustling]
- [Woman On P.A.] Dr. Andrews, E.R., stat.

Dr. Andrews.

Hey, cowboy.
This is from everyone at the station.

I'm really sorry about your dad.

Thanks, Bobby.

Thanks, Bobby.
That's real nice of you guys.

- [Man]
Okay, so this one is your Westward Ho. Excuse me.
- [Organ]

And it's got your
genuine synthetic silk lining...

and your scenes of old Abilene...

and your frontier-like handles.

It's, uh, one of your better buys
in the under 3,000 range.

- Uh, well, you know, l-
- [Chuckling]

Look, let me give you
the straight poop, Mr. Renko.

Any one of these babies can do the job for you,
including your bare-bones model.

No pun intended.
What a lot of your funeral parlors do is...

they like to lay on the guilt-
like if you don't spend more than you can afford...

it means you didn't
love your father enough.

I think that's a lot of baloney.

Me?
I'm a retired shoe salesman.

I'm only doing this because
I like to be with people.

So what it boils down to is this:

You can go for your basic Simulon 200.

The only trouble is, at the funeral
people are gonna think you're a cheap slob.

Now all you gotta do is ask yourself,
do you care what people think?

What about cremation?

Well- [Sighs] yes, that-that-
that is another alternative.

But, um, just let me show you
something in bronze for a second.

This is your Herbert Hoover.

No doubt about it-
It's your Cadillac of caskets.

Enormously popular with
many of your people, sir.

Mr. Farnsworth.

- Um, excuse us, please. Yes?
- [Whispering, Indistinct]

What?
I don't believe it!

[Whispering, Indistinct]
Huh.

[Nervous Chuckle]

[Sighs]

Mr. Renko, Miss Renko, uh-
[Laughing]

Something terribly embarrassing
has just happened.

Uh, you see...

our regular call car that makes
the hospital pickups is, uh-

It's in the transmission shop...

and we've been using
my son's brand-new van.

- I understand.
- Uh-huh.

And, unfortunately, it just got stolen
right out of our own parking lot here.

Well, if you want, me and my partner here could-
could write it up for you, Mr. Farnsworth...

right after we choose the casket here.

Bad news for the kid, huh?

Uh-huh.
Uh, well, actually, Mr. Renko...

it's kind of bad news
for your father too.

How bad can it be?
The guy's already dead.

Uh-huh. Well, you see, he was still
inside the van when it was stolen.

Oh, Lordy,
they've stolen my daddy.

[Mumbling]

I'll tell you the real secret,
my friend.

The real secret-

The secret to real...

fine cooking...

is a good oak wood fire...

and fresh...

natural ingredients.

[Coughs]

- You know where I get the wood for that fire?
- Where?

After a big wind I go down to
Delaware Park, gather it up.

And then I dry-cure it down by that heat vent
behind the Chinese grocery down the alley.

Smells terrific.

Well, that, my friend,
is because it has been marinating...

in my special vinaigrette sauce
all morning long.

It's my special sauce-

a little salt, a little basil...

a little port-

- [Grunts, Chuckles]
- Like this.

Oh, yeah, and I stole a couple of those
cellophane bags of salad dressing...

you get at the bus station coffee shop,
you know?

[Sighs]

Oh.
You know what I think?

I think Carlotta and Puddles
should join us... for a little lunch.

- Do you like kitties?
- Yeah.

- Yeah. Hold this.
- [Groans]

[Train Horn Blowing In Distance]

- Here, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty kitty.
- [Meowing]

[Man Coughing]

This is really nice.
I mean, really nice.

- What's nice?
- Everything is nice.

Uh, the barbecue
with the oak wood...

and the heat vent down there,
and Carlotta and Puddles.

Your life- It's nice.

Thank you.
And you ain't even et yet.

Try some of this.
Yeah, this is ready.

- Yeah!
- Aah!

- Mmm!
- Ahh!

This is great!

I mean it, Farley.
This is some of the best chicken I ever had.

Chicken?
Who said anything about chicken?

- What do you mean? This isn't chicken?
- [Chuckles]

- [Jingling]
- [Imitates Cat Screeching]

[Laughs]

[Calletano]
What kind of animals would steal a man's father?

I highly doubt that
it was intentional, Ray.

They probably just ripped the van off
without seeing the body in the back.

Yeah, well, I heard there's Caribbean types
who steal corpses now and then...

and use them for religious rituals.

Six hundred and 95 dollars
and 50 centavos.

That is the current retail price
for your freshly deceased Homo sapien...

on the black-market
organ-transplant circuit.

That is not even counting
your mineral wealth.

Why, you, uh-you grind up a femur there,
and you get about four pounds...

of high-grade
calcium phosphate fertilizer.

I'll check with
Burglary Auto on that.

I gotta talk to you, Lieutenant.

All right.

Okay.
Who is the wise guy?

You really think he could
be sold for parts?

Oh, well, corneas alone are going
upwards to $70 a gram, Schnitz.

Howard, the man's body
was riddled with cancer.

Oh.

Well, there's always
the third-world markets.

- We're doing everything we can.
- Did you put out an A.P.B. On the vehicle?

- Well, not yet, but if you think it would help-
- Damn it, Lieutenant!

- How would you feel if it was
your daddy bouncing around-
- [Laughter]

In the back of some hot van somewhere?

Hey! What are you laughing at?
What the hell is so funny about all this?

Look at this. Do you believe this?
She misspelled "misdemeanor."

- Look at that.
- She forgot the "A," Renko. [Laughs]

Renko, I'm sorry, man.

- Would you help me get out of this mess?
- I don't believe you guys.

I swear.
Isn't anything sacred?

[Man Clears Throat]

- Frank, have you got a minute?
- Yeah.

- You're still here?
- Just finished the preliminaries with my client.

Over two hours, wasn't it?
I'd say he's getting his money's worth.

Frank, I've got
an unusual situation here.

I can't say for certain
Donald Lilly is innocent...

but I'm giving him everything
I'm worth till the verdict's in.

Considering your current pessimism,
he must have done some fast talking in there.

No priors, no arrests-
not even an outstanding traffic ticket.

Full academic scholarship
to LarchmontJ. C...

with a 3.5 average after
three straight semesters...

in addition to holding down a 30-hour-a-week
night job at a midtown drugstore.

I'll admit it's not your
standard sex-offender profile.

He also has an alibi. He stopped for a beer
after work at the Holland House on East Utica.

He met a lady- black, mid-20s.
They went to her apartment about an hour later.

He stayed until the channel 8 late show ended.
That's 12:30.

- That's 25 minutes after
the Hernandez girl was assaulted.
- Lady have a name?

- Rona. He didn't get the last name.
Will you check it out?
- Sure. Henry?

Could I talk to you for a minute? Why did you
wait until now to tell me about this alibi?

Would you have sat through
the circumstantials if I had?

Come on, Henry.

[Chattering]

Nope.
Never seen him before.

- Why?
- He claims he was in this apartment...

with a woman named Rona
till about 12:30 last night.

[Laughs] I'm sorry, Officer.
You must have the wrong building or something.

Do you ever frequent a- a bar down
on East Utica called the Holland House?

No.
Well, I've been there before...

maybe just once or twice.

What's the guy done?

He was arrested for a rape assault
that occurred around midnight...

about three blocks from here.

[Clicks Tongue]
You weren't... at that bar last night, by any chance?

Hey, I was home last night-
alone the whole night.

[Chuckles] You know, it- it'd really help
my job if you could verify that, Miss Dunford.

I don't have to verify anything.

Now- [Laughs]
I already told you.

My name isn't Rona,
and I've never seen that guy before.

Besides which, I am not in the habit
of picking up strangers in bars.

- [Door Slams]
- Thank you, ma'am.

[Horn Honks]

Some hot dog sends you 75 bucks worth
of roses that you throw in the trash can...

- and you won't even talk
to your own partner about it?
- Unlike some people...

I like to keep
my personal life personal.

- Okay?
- All right.

If it's not the optometrist, it has to be
somebody you met in the last three or four weeks.

- Right?
- Joe.

What is it with this guy? Is he some kind
of sex maniac, a drug addict or what?

Joe, he's married, okay? Are you satisfied now?
He's married. He has kids.

We've been going out for a month. The lousy creep
told me for the first time last night.

[Woman On Radio]
All units, all frequencies, stand by.

We have a unit in pursuit
of a possible stolen vehicle.

Gray Dodge Van, northbound
on Elmwood and Allen.

License number
David-Michael-Ocean-1-1-2.

It's Renko's dad.

[Siren Wailing]

We got him!

[Chattering On Police Radio]

Oh, Lord.
What have they done with my daddy?

Frank, I talked to Goldblume.
Apparently the alibi's a washout.

Look, Frank, uh, I just don't think
I can leave tonight.

Joyce.

We've been planning this vacation
for over three months.

Listen, at the risk
of seeming insensitive...

couldn't you turn this Donald Lilly
over to somebody else in your office?

No offense, counselor, but you're not
the only public defender in town.

I've got a feeling for this kid, Frank.
I can't fly off to some beach in Saint Croix...

wondering if some overworked P.D.'s
going to see it the same way I do.

- You're aware, no doubt,
who's prosecuting this case.
- Oh, yeah. Gail Kennedy.

10-0 for the season, Frank.

[Sighs]
She's made a career on cases like this.

Her rape-assault unit's
just about the toughest in the state.

They'll have my client indicted and looking at
five years hard time within 72 hours.

Couldn't you talk to her?
Maybe she'd be open to negotiation.

You don't plea-bargain a kid
with a spotless record.

You know, given the realities of the process,
this kid's in a worse legal position...

than 99% of your truly hard-core cases
that come through here.

At least with them
I have room to operate.

With Donald Lilly,
either I win an early dismissal...

or I'm forced to take him
all the way to trial and throw the dice.

- And if you lose?
- I'd like a lineup, Frank.

Joyce, the victim I.D.'d him on the scene
less than 12 hours ago.

Thirty minutes after the event in a highly
emotional state on a darkened street corner...

with, no doubt, the well-intentioned
encouragement of two police officers.

Are you sure this is in the best interest
of your client?

No.

But at this point I don't
have much choice, do I?

Captain, I'd like you to tell me why
you permitted this lineup.

The case isn't as cut-and-dried
as it used to be.

Thank you for being so explicit.

I know about your client's alibi.
I know it didn't pan out.

If you have a good reason for badgering
Maria Hernandez, I want to hear it.

We think she accused the wrong man.

After picking him off the streets 30 minutes
after the assault?

Come on, Gail.
Who else did she have to choose from?

I don't know, Joyce. I wasn't there.
But I can see what's going on here.

Full cooperation of the police department
is a good thing to have.

The police department is anxious
that justice be done, Ms. Kennedy.

Excuse me, Frank.
Maria Hernandez is here.

I'd better see a decent spread
on that platform.

[Calletano]
Number five, face forward.

Spread out. Number three,
take your hands out of your pockets.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Take a good look.

It's him.
That one.

- [Furillo] The number.
- Four.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

It's all right.

[Man Speaking Spanish]

- [Spanish]
- S�, pap�.

[Shouting In Spanish]

- [Grunting, Shouting]
- Wait!

Hey, man, get him off me, man!

[Shouting In Spanish]

[Shouting In Spanish]

[Spanish]

The police-
They are on the side of the blacks.

You- You do this
to your own people?

[Spanish]

[Chattering]

- Hey, babe.
- Hey, Neal.

- They said you were down here.
- Yeah, just cleaning out my locker.

- Yeah, I heard about the Board of Rights.
- Yeah.

- It's nice having that monkey off my back.
- Hmm!

Hey, listen. I really appreciate what you
said about me down there-

- about me helping out
with the Halloran case and all.
- Hey, you did it, babe.

All I did was tell 'em about it.

- So what's next?
- I don't know. I'm still assigned to the motor pool.

I think I'm gonna put in
for assignment out of Division.

They turn me down, I'm gonna just declare
free agency and shop the league.

Have you talked to Furillo?

The man doesn't like me, Neal.

And he doesn't trust me.

Hell, I haven't given him
much reason to, have I?

I got nobody but me
to blame for this...

and I'll live with it.

[Man On T. V.]
Contestant number one, are you ready?

Miss Dunford, Sergeant Goldblume.
I'd very much like to talk to you again.

Why? I told you this morning
I didn't know the guy.

I remember what you told me.
That's what I want to talk to you about. Help-

Help me, and I promise
I won't bother you again.

All right. Wait a minute.
I'll come out there.

Make it quick.
I'm fixing dinner.

I went to the bar where Donald Lilly
says he met you last night.

I only had to give your
description to the bartender.

Just give me a half a minute
of your time, Miss Dunford.

He says you've been in there before-
couple times this week, in fact.

- He's a liar.
- That makes two liars you've told me about.

Look, why don't you just leave me alone, huh?
I didn't do anything.

Look, lady, a kid's life
is at stake here.

All we want is the truth.

But, frankly, I gotta tell ya...

if you got something you're trying
to hide from that guy in there...

it's not gonna be a secret much longer
if Donald Lilly's case goes to trial...

because you're gonna be
the star witness.

In fact, you'd have a much easier time
keeping it a secret if you came in and told us now.

- What's going on?
- Uh, he's a policeman, honey.

He-He thinks I saw an accident.

- Did you?
- No, honey. I was home all day.

She didn't see no accident. That's the end of it.
Come in the house, Coretta.

That'll be all, Miss Dunford.
I want you to have a nice day.

[Man]
Come on, will ya?

What are you doing in my spot?
Who told you to be there?

You can't be there,
You can't have my space. Get up.

Get up, or I'll put this toe
up and down your head, cousin.

What's goin' on?
What are you doing to this guy?

This bum's sittin' in my place.
And he's wearing my coat!

What's the matter with you? Can't you see
the man is asleep? Give him a break.

This is where I sit, cousin.

That's my coat, and that's my spot.

I been sitting in that spot since 1867.

I said he could borrow it.
Now leave him alone.

Where's his shoes?

- Who took his pants?
- [Huffs]

[Coughing]

[Chattering]

[Coughing]

Hold it.
Is that you, Mick?

- [Chattering On Police Radio]
- No, it's Barry Manilow.

[Sighs] You can come on in. Obradovich and
Lester picked up the Slasher down in the Heights.

[Growling]
I wanted a piece of that sleaze myself.

- This guy looks really sick, Mick.
- What, him?

[Laughs] Compared to most of the guys
down here, he's back from Miami with a tan.

Joe, we got a stiffhere.

It's not a stiff.
It's Renko's dad.

- You won't have to say nothing- [Muttering]
- Well, if it was my-

- Anything yet?
- We found your dad.

[Coffey]
Well, we didn't exactly find him, per se.

No, n-not per se.

Uh, Andy, apparently
the guys in the van...

just dropped him right back at the mortuary
before we spotted 'em.

Yeah, it's real nice.
They have him in the Versailles Room.

They didn't charge anything extra.

You guys, you don't know how much
I appreciate this.

I guess you don't know who your friends are
until something like this happens. God bless you.

- Oh, I hate lying to the guy.
- We're not exactly lying.

- Lying about what?
- Those dirtbags left his old man...

to rot right in the middle
of Waverly Alley.

It was pure luck we found him.

I mean, he could have been there
for weeks just decomposing.

Oh! That's a heartbreaking example
of modern urban angst.

Henry, there's a woman to see you.

Ma'am.

Well, uh, I've been thinking.

I don't- I don't really want to wreck
that guy's life or anything.

He was with me.

Thank you. Could you wait here?
Be right back.

- Frank?
- Mm-hmm?

I've got a woman who's prepared to swear
she was in bed with Donald Lilly...

at the time he allegedly
raped Maria Hernandez.

Okay.
Send a car to bring Maria back here...

and notify Gail Kennedy
and Joyce Davenport.

They'll want in on it too.

- [Man] Lucy.
- [Goldblume] Come with me.

- Lucy.
- Bill, I don't want to see you anymore.

- I refuse to believe that.
Have dinner with me this evening.
- No.

- Look, I know you're upset.
- Real perceptive.

- Just give me a chance to explain.
- Forget it.

- Lucy.
- Leave me alone, please.

You heard the lady, pal,
so just let her be.

I suggest you mind
your own business, Officer.

Yeah, well, this is my business.
That lady is my partner.

I know her and I care about her,
so why don't you just butt out of her life?

- What's your name?
- Joe Coffey.

Yeah, my shield number is 77.
You want a pen and paper to write it down?

No, thank you.
I'll remember it.

- Do you believe some guys?
- Yeah, some guys. But that wasn't just "some guy."

I don't care who it was, Leo.
Why, who was it?

- You don't want to know who it was.
- Who was it?

William Lakeland, Michigan Avenue Precinct.
Commander William Lakeland.

Well, you think that bothers me?
It doesn't.

Got a minute, Captain?

Sure, Neal.

I've been bumping into walls lately,
working with Belker, then Goldblume.

- They're good men, Captain, but... what aboutJ. D?
- Uh-uh. He's a washout.

I've gotta disagree, Captain.

Let's not write any songs
about him, Neal.

At his best,
J.D. Was a competent detective.

At his worst, he's a drunk.
I gave him a chance. He blew it.

Is that all you get around here? One chance
for a dozen years of puttin' it on the line?

My God, Captain, Art Delgado-
He can't even button his own pants anymore.

And you gave him more consideration
than you're giving J.D.

I may be a little out of line here,
and if I am, okay.

But it seems to me you can't forgiveJ.D.,
'cause he got the same problem you had.

Still have, Neal.
You never lose it.

Then you oughta understand
better than most.

I think I do.

Look, Captain...

there's not a cop up here on the Hill
who doesn't admire what you did.

But you didn't do it alone.
No one ever does.

And what you're telling J.D. Is that he can
never make it back, no matter what.

[Furillo]
Maria, we know you were raped...

and we want to get the man who did it
just as much as you do.

But we just spent a couple of hours
interrogating a young lady...

we now have good reason to believe was
with Donald Lilly at the time of your attack.

It was him. I picked him out twice.
Didn't the tests prove it was him?

No, no. The tests can only show
if someone didn't do it.

Maria, please, if there's any chance at
all that this is not the man who raped you...

- we have to know.
- He was. I swear.

Can you remember anything
about your attacker, anything at all...

that doesn't match up with your
identification of Donald Lilly?

There was no one else out there.
It had to be him.

Maria, please try to remember.

If Donald Lilly didn't do it...

then the man who did
is still on the streets.

[Crying]
I don't know.

Don't know what?

Maybe- I don't know.

Like, it could have been a gold chain or something.
Like, the guy-

the guy-

I don't know.

There was a gold chain.
He probably threw it out.

It was night.
Don't you understand?

Around his neck?
He wore a gold chain around his neck?

- Yes.
- Did you tear it off of him during the attack?

Maria, you're not really sure who it was
who attacked you, are you?

No.

I thought it was him.

[Whispers]
I don't know anymore.

There was no one else
out on the street.

So I thought, "Who else could it be?"

- It's all right.
- Come on, Maria.

Let's get you some coffee, huh?

[Chair Scrapes Floor]

[Door Opens]

- [Phones Ringing]
- [Chattering]

- [Door Closes]
- So much for the People versus Donald Lilly.

- You're dropping the charges?
- We picked up a suspect on a rape charge...

with a similar description
around 4:00 this afternoon.

The victim mentioned her assailant
was wearing a gold chain.

I think I'll bring the Hernandez girl
downtown for a lineup.

I want Donald Lilly released tonight.

I'll see to it as soon as
I get back to my office.

Captain.

Well, it seems as if there's some small
satisfaction in your work after all, counselor.

Hmm.
Donald and Maria.

- Victims everywhere you look. No.
- Hmm?

Yeah.

It is nice.

Renko?

- My condolences.
- Thank you, sir.

You know, Renko,
your father's death is really a metaphor...

for the absurdity of life
in this megalopolis.

A man lives, a man dies...

only to have his body
stolen and discarded...

in some alley like so much offal.

- Oh, it-it's nothing, Renko. Forget it.
- Wh-

Exactly so! The fact that they discarded
his shell in Waverly Alley...

speaks not to the deceased...

but to the genetic bankruptcy
of those mutant, third-world body snatchers.

They left him in an alley?

[Shouting]
They left him in an alley!

Way to go, Lieutenant.

You bunch of jerks.
Lying to me. Making a fool out of me.

We only lied to you, cowboy,
because we didn't want to hurt you.

How could they do that to him?
Toss him in some alley...

with a bunch of dog-eatin' winos
like that?

What's the difference?
That's not your old man.

He's somewhere else now.

When I was a little boy,
there was this other little boy named-

named Jimmy Peterson,
or something like that...

and his old man got drunk and hit me.

My daddy called him out in the street
and beat the hell out of him.

Then he took me home
and beat me up too.

I hated him.
He was cruel to my mama.

He never did give me a break.

Made all the little kids
feel like they were nothin'.

He used to beat the tar
out of me when I was bad...

and he never did hug me
when I was good.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

He was your daddy, cowboy.

You never had a choice.

[Chuckling]

Now, what is so funny about this?

The whole thing!

I'm sorry, cowboy,
but it's just so funny.

Your old man sitting in that alley
in his hospital greens, with no shoes...

- and dogbreath Belker- [Laughing]
- [Laughing]

Offering him a bite of his sandwich!

If- If he wasn't dead already...

Belker's breath would've killed him!

You know what? That's the first decent laugh
that damn old man ever gave me!

Thanks.

Neal.J.D.

There's a large-scale fencing operation
out of a warehouse on Van Buren.

If you're interested in the assignment,
Ray'll give you the particulars.

- Frank, we've got to pick up our luggage first.
- All right. Where are Bates and-

[Davenport]
They're right here.

You want romance, Henry?
Go to the Caribbean.

- Mmm!
- Right.

[Rock]

[Chattering]

[Woman]
Let mejust have a brew.

[Dialogue Indistinct]

- Henry.
- Fay.

What are you doing here? Don't answer that.
That's a stupid question. I'm sorry.

Um, I want you to meet a friend of mine.
Vivian Wasserman, Henry Goldblume.

- Some swine took the last of the cracked crab.
- And this is, um-

- [Mouths Words]
- Oh, boy, got guacamole all over my fingers.
Excuse me.

Hi, guy. Marshall Paxton,
past president of Divorced Dentists of America.

[Snickers]
Hey, that's a joke, pal.

That's a joke.

Why don't you and I go sit over there and let
Fay and Henry have a little privacy, okay?

So you're a dentist? I adore dentists.
You're not gonna make me open wide, are you?

[Paxton]
Whoa! Later.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

Ahh-

Well, do you come to these places often?
[Laughs]

[Laughs]
Who, me? Nah.

L-You know, I just come with Vivian.
She needs the moral support.

I can understand that.
This is a very depressing place.

Hmm.

Yeah, it sure is.

- Do you want some?
- No, thank you.

I was, uh- I was sorry to hear
about you and Rachel.

Sorry, I missed that.

I said, I was very sorry
to hear about you and Rachel.

What can I say?
It happens in the best of families.

Yeah. Don't I know.

Ah, do you think
you'll get back together?

I doubt it.
We separated once before.

Oh, really?
I didn't know that.

How's Josh handling it?

You know- adjusting.

[Sighs]

- Fay.
- Mm-hmm?

- How long have you been divorced?
- Two years and three months.

But who's counting?

Henry...

I hope you don't think that I'm being,
you know, pushy or anything...

but, um-

Well, face it.
You don't belong here any more than I do.

Do you wanna go get a hamburger
and a cup of coffee?

I think that'd be nice.

[Mouths Words]

[Mews]