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NARRATOR: In the last episode
of Hill Street Blues...

(siren blaring)

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.

If Weeks gets away with the shooting,

righteous or not,

the entire community
will perceive cover-up.

They will scream cover-up,

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

Why don’t you jump back
in your police car,

-white lady, before something happens?
-Just a second, son.

Don’t "just a second, son" me.
I ain’t your son.

(yelling)

Lock the doors.

-Request additional backup here.
-(racket)

-Don’t take my babies from me.
-I got no say about it.

-You can do it.
-I can’t do it.

I’ve never seen you so up.

Well, it’s Otis.

Otis?

Redman?

Your orthopedist?

Well, he’s much more than my orthopedist.

You’re a drunk, my friend.
You’re a screw-up.

-Brakes, J.D., brakes!
-(siren wailing)

-(siren fades)
-(crash)

-(glass shatters)
-(tires screech)

PHIL: Item 12, the, uh,

US Weather Service’s
long-range forecast indicates

a stagnating low-pressure system.

This means that we can expect
continuing unseasonable warmth

with predictable consequences

(stumbling on stairs)

violence-wise, drug-wise,
and hormone-wise.

So let’s be particularly alert out there.

Item 13, operation dust and clean,

otherwise known as "D" and "C,"
will commence this a.m.

(groaning)

Lieutenant Hunter’s emergency action team,

along with units from Von Steuben Avenue,

St. James Park, and Northeast
will make a weapons sweep

of the Jefferson Avenue playground.

-(jeering)
-Not again.

Yeah, again. Ours is not
to question why, cowboy, it’s just to--

-Go down and don’t ask why.
-That's right.

Female personnel.

As you may recall
from last year at this time,

the Women’s Police Officers
Association confronted division

over the required wearing
of a supportive undergarment.

(laughter)

It was determined that for reasons
of safety, comfort, and administration,

and in spite
of individual characteristics or tastes,

said supportive undergarment stays on.

(men groaning)

We’re all sorry about that, ladies.

The last item, as you’re all
no doubt well aware,

we have been decimated
by the Asian-type flu bug.

Night shift has been
particularly hard hit.

So I’ve taken the liberty
of volunteering several of you

for a double shift.

Lyle, Hill, Renko.

Uh-uh.

All right, that’s it. Let’s roll.

And, hey...

let’s be careful out there.

(all chattering)

What does-- What does "maybe" mean?

LUCY: It means maybe.

I got school tonight.

You mean you got Sandra tonight.

-Same difference.
-Not the same difference.

-Don’t argue. Same difference.
-It’s not the same difference.

Hey, J.D.

Don’t you eat dinner?

Joe, my man, you have
the opportunity of a lifetime

right in front of you,
you take my shift tonight.

-Forget about it.
-Joe, I’m begging you on my knees here.

-It’s my education, Joe.
-I have plans, too, Renko.

We’ll take it.

-What are you talking about?
-Lucy, my swan, you are a soul mate.

You have a rare understanding
of the male hormonal imperative.

Yeah, you can say that again.

-What are friends for?
-Lucy, my--

-Hey, hey, come on, man.
-Hey, J.D. J.D.

-What happened to you last night, boy?
-Want to get it out of your system, Renko?

My partner was just wondering
how you got that car

situated in that showroom last night.
I said, "It’s simple.

Drive through the front window,
turn left, and park."

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Renko.

-Yeah, yeah--
-Dog breath.

What’s the matter?
You didn’t get any of my messages?

Yeah...

Excuse me. Come here.
I got a bulletin for you.

That sweep, that sweep comes down today.

That means warrants, arrests,
the whole schmeer.

If you didn’t take care
of that problem of yours,

if you were hoping it was
going to go away or something,

you better take care of it now.

Look, Mick. Mick, look.

The broad’s a stewardess,
you know, fly now, pay later?

I haven’t been able to get to her yet.

Hey, come on,
can’t you help me out on this?

-Pull the paper or something.
-No.

You’re overdrawn at this bank, hair bag.

Thanks, man. Yeah, right.
Thanks a hell of a lot.

Remind me to give you a hand sometime
when you’re hurting.

Oh, come on. There aren’t enough hands
in this whole department

to help what’s hurting you, John.

WOMAN (on radio):
Dispatch, we have a 9-11.

-Armed robbery in progress.
-(sirens whooping)

See Surplus Store,
corner of People's Drive and 124th Street.

(theme music playing)

(grunting)

(shouting)

-MAN: Look out! The cops.
-(tires screech)

Nicely done.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

you will face the fence, spread your legs,

and grasp the fence firmly with each hand.

-WOMAN: You can’t take my name.
-Lo siento, senorita.

Bobby, I don’t understand
what we’re doing here.

If we’re not making arrests,
what’s the point?

The point is two-fold, cowboy.

Two-fold.

That’s right. Fold number one
is we were told to do it.

Fold number two is
that we get these weapons

and no one gets killed.

Whoa. You got enough stuff here
to start your own South American--

Hey, amazon lady. Where’s your warrant.

-You got no--
-Hey!

Respect. Okay?

All right.

All right, what?

All right, officer ma’am.

And what’s this?

I’m into personal grooming.
You want a shave?

(indistinct chatter)

I know what you’re thinking, Bates.

You’re thinking that I’m thinking

that a patrol person
of your particular gender

has no right being near this battlefield.

Oh, no, that’s not true, sir.

Bates, I’ve been keeping
a close eye on you,

and I must admit you really
cut the cheese out there.

Sir?

That is to say that, uh,

you know how to handle
yourself in the clinches.

MAN: Lou, bring the squad
around to the corner.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

You can call me Howard.

Howard.

The fact is, though,
heretofore I have always felt

more comfortable fraternizing with men.

Lorraine has sensitized me.

Lorraine?

It’s a very special woman
I’ve come to know.

She has really rotated
my sexual orientation, uh,

if you acknowledge my drift.

But what I wanted you to know is
that as far as I’m concerned,

you are simply... a person, like me.

Thank you, Howard. (chuckles nervously)

Keep up the good work, Bates.

JENNY: You have no right to take it.
I came here last night, and it was gone.

Listen, I thought I’d been robbed.
I was suspecting my roommates, my friends.

Get me back my jewelry, J.D., or I swear--

I will. Hey, relax, will you?
It’s no big thing.

No big thing?
A diamond necklace is no big thing?

I needed the jewelry for this scam
I’ve been running with the Feds.

If you were here,
I could’ve explained it to you.

It’s kind of complicated,
but it goes like this.

I had to hock the jewelry
for $1,900 in marked money.

I got it right here.

Then I was supposed to take
the money and make a dope buy.

Then when the Feds dropped
the net on the dealers,

the money’s retrieved,
you get your jewelry back.

Oh, that is so lame, J.D.,
it won’t stand up on crutches.

You stole my jewelry, plain and simple,
and I want it back

or I’m going to go to the police.

Okay, the truth, all right.

I had an emergency.

I needed the dough to bail myself out.

I was going to replace the jewelry.

Honest to God, I was.

It turned hinkey on me. I got caught.

I don’t know which one of us
is more pathetic, me or you.

You didn’t think I was so pathetic

the first night we spent in bed together.

Oh, that was pathetic, too.

You were so bombed,
you just don’t remember.

(sighs)

Oh, God, my life is such a mess, Jen.

(exhales forcefully) Baby, baby,

you got to go to my boss.

You got to tell him
you loaned me that jewelry.

Why the hell should I?

Because I can take a heavy fall on this.

Because my life can go down the drain.

Jenny, please. Please. I’m begging.

All right.

Oh, boy. Really? Oh, baby.

Baby, I’ll make it up to you.
I swear I will.

I only want one thing in return, J.D.

You name it, you got it.

Turn around, open the door, walk through,
and don’t ever come back.

-Jen--
-I mean it.

Lose my phone number.
I don’t ever want to see you again.

Get out.

(exhales forcefully)

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, what do you know? What do you say?

Hey, what a terrific place
you got here, pal.

Thanks. Yes, sir,
you got some smart merchandise here.

-So, tell me, how are you doing?
-Good. Good.

You got something there
you’d like to sell?

Yes, sir, I sure do. You got a guy here,

sort of a short guy with a mustache?

Oh, you mean Shecky.

That’s the guy, Shecky. Right.

Yeah, well,
he’s kind of tied up right now,

but I will be glad to help you.

Yeah? No, no, thanks. No.
Oh, hey, no offense made.

You could be the best in the business.

My friends told me stick with Shecky.

He’s a very good dealer,
a little rough around the edges,

but you can trust him, you know?

Yeah, well, he’s out to lunch,
so you’ll just have to deal with me.

You see what happens
when you put your help on commission?

You got to be Shecky, right?

-You got it, pally.
-Hey, Shecky.

So what are we gonna do,
stand around and schmooze all day?

You gonna show me your wares? What?

These are imported from Havana.

They are hand-rolled Imperiales.

Right from the boat to you
for three bucks apiece.

In Miami, you get $5 for these--

That’s if and when you can get them.

We’ll take them.

They’re from Cuba
and I’m Fidel Castro. Come on.

You’re putting me on. Please.

Uh-uh.

They took me.

(exhales) Uh. Oh.

(grunts)

Look, Shecky,

I’m busted, man.
This is bottom line, you know?

Broke.

(exhales)

I’ll give you the chair, man.
$200, take it.

Please, don’t do that.

I can’t take your chair.

$175, man, that’s the bottom line.

Look at this chair. It’s a beauty.

It’s worth at least $600.
Have a heart, will you, Shecky?

$175, it’s your chair.
It’s got everything, man.

Look, it’s got reverse gears. Look.
See that go backwards? Look.

Go forwards, two-two gears.
Goes to the right like this.

Watch this go. Look at this thing corner.

This corners like a dream.
Look at this thing corner.

This is all chrome.
That’s not tin there, that’s chrome.

Watch this thing go through here.

-Look at this.
-(honks horn)

Shecky, it’s got two rearview mirrors.

It’s got a 16-inch wheelbase.

It’s got low center of gravity.

It’s got everything. Wait a second.

Knock you out with this.

Look at this.
Look at the undercarriage, Shecky.

Look at that. Huh?

Is that a beautiful thing?

I drove that right out
of the Chippewa sickroom supply

with $300 worth of suppositories.

You don’t dare stop a cripple.

You’re smart.

I mean, you’re very smart.
You’re a regular genius.

-Thank you.
-(Shecky laughing)

Right out.

Here you go, 175 smackolas.

Thank you. Thank you.
Hey, can I tell you something?

It’s a pleasure to do business with you.

Thank you.
The feeling is mutual, dog breath.

On the level, Captain,
she loaned me the jewelry.

No lie. I’ll have her in here
the first thing tomorrow morning.

She’ll verify it
with receipts, everything.

Sorry, John. Francis, you’re running late.

FRANK: Thanks, Phil.

Maybe you’d like to come with me, J.D.

I have to go back downtown
and explain to Chief Daniels

how we managed to turn a routine stakeout

into $30,000 in property damages

and a near riot last night.

Hey, you know, I’m really
sorry about the car, Captain,

but it’s not my fault
that those brakes failed.

"I’m sorry" and "It’s not my fault."

Just one thing after another, La Rue,

and somehow, it’s never your fault, is it?

Did you make that phone call
I suggested last night?

You need help, J.D.
You should have made that call.

That’s funny. I-I meant to, you know,

but with one thing and another--

Don’t bother, LaRue.

I just can’t have drunks working for me.

Hey, come on, Captain.

I suggest you put through a transfer, J.D.

I don’t want you around here anymore.

(indistinct chattering)

LARUE:
Hey! You think I need this crap, Furillo?

$490 a week

to cozy up to the slime of this city

for 10 hours a day.

You think I need that?

(gasps)

Let me tell you something, man.

I put my butt on the line
for 12 years for this department.

I got three citations.

I got a higher arrest tally
than any clown in this room,

and if I got-
if I got a few personal problems,

it’s this lousy, stinking,
rotten job that gave them to me.

(panting)

S-Sit there, you lunch buckets.

Go ahead! One of your own’s in trouble,

and-- and you sit there
like-- like you’re watching

some kind of a freak show or something.

(bin clatters)

(footfalls fading)

(door slamming)

Hey, no offense to you, Henry,

but it will go a lot easier
if I do the talking, okay?

Yeah, looks like we came at a bad time.

Yeah, any time’s a bad time.

Hey, look, you got it all wrong if you
think we came up here to trouble you.

Just that there’s certain things

about your brother’s death
we don’t quite understand.

Like what?

Why your man only used two slugs
instead of the routine six?

We were wondering what, uh,
Curtis might have been doing

in that alley
at three o’clock in the morning.

Look, I just went through all that

with that other salt-and-pepper team

from internal affairs about an hour ago.

So suppose you guys just
clear yourselves on out of here

and go ask them what we talked about.

We’d rather hear it from you, Mr. Gilford.

You’re going to have to talk to us.

Why don’t we just go inside
and get it over with?

WOMAN: Montel...

what is it?

Nothing, Mama.

Who’s out there?

It’s nothing to worry about.
Go back in with the others.

Hey, I can dig the honky, man,

but how do you figure into this?

Are you the front window company nigger?

Is that how you make your living,

jive-talking us brothers
into letting another white cop walk?

I got a good mind

to kick your pale butt right out of here.

Let’s go, Neal.

Our condolences to your family.

Come on. Let’s go.

Daddy...

I buried my brother this morning,

and your man Weeks, he gonna pay for that.

See, this time,

they shot down the wrong man.

You see, everybody knew
how special Curtis were.

He was even headed
for college in the fall.

You tell your white bosses

that open season on us is over, gray meat.

For the sake of simplicity, Frank,

let’s put aside all the peripheral issues

raised here by the media,
the community action groups,

to the lawyers.

In case you haven’t heard,

the owner of that building
your boys demolished

is filing a $200,000 suit
against the city.

But just for the moment,
let’s forget all that.

You see, Frank, what I want to know,

what the mayor’s office wants to know is

what in hell you were doing
up there in the first place

four days after a major riot,

risking the peace of an entire community

for a damned routine drug bust.

Excuse me, sir, but that was far
from being just a routine bust.

You’re telling me...

11 units, 28 personnel,

two tow trucks, four paramedics,

and over 200 spectators--

That’s a nice crowd
for 1:00 in the morning, Frank.

And I suppose it was just
a happy coincidence

that this all went down

on the same damn block
where the Gilford kid was shot.

We had a reason
for being there, a good one.

That operator we busted
last night was the same one

Weeks was staking out
the night of the shooting.

No one gives a damn about that.

All the public sees is a police blitzkrieg

to scrounge up a last-minute alibi
for one of their own.

You screwed up, Furillo.

I told you to cool it up there.

You deliberately went against my orders.

It was the only way
we could prove Weeks’ credibility.

At this point,
it may be the only defense he has.

Forget Weeks.

Even if I think he may be innocent?

I said forget him.
He’s a write-off, Furillo.

In less than four hours, the man is headed
straight from that coroner’s inquest

to a Board of Rights hearing,

after which I am personally and publicly

going to hang him out to dry.

And believe me,

it couldn’t come at a better time.

Understand?

Oh, yes, sir.

No, I want my babies back home today
or I’m getting me a lawyer.

I don’t want to hear no more.

You’re not here to tell us anything, girl.
You’re here to listen.

The only reason
you’re not in jail this very moment

for felony child endangerment

is that Officer Hill had
a word with his captain

on your behalf.

You just get this
through your head, Shirret.

Those children of yours
are going to remain

right where they are
until they can be placed in a decent home.

It’s a closed case, girl.

You don’t have any say in it anymore.

Why are you doing this to me?

It ain’t right to take them.

It just ain’t right.

Listen to me, Shirret.

(pulls chair)

Listen to me.

I know how you feel about us right now,

and I know you think that we’ve done you
some terrible wrong.

Well, it is not about you... or us.

It is about April and Chris.

For once, just for a minute,

stop and think
about what is best for them.

You can’t take care of them,

not at this point in your life,
not the way they need.

And even if you could get them back,

you know in your heart
that things would be the same,

that you would leave them
alone again one day.

Not today or tomorrow...

but definitely one day.

And if on that day...

something were to happen to those kids...

how do you think you’d feel?

Does this mean I can’t ever get them back?

No, it doesn’t mean that. Of course not.

But a lot of that depends on you.

You just watch, both of you.

I’m going to make things change
for me but good.

I’m going to get me a nice job...

a decent place to live,
somewhere out of the pit...

maybe even a steady man...

and I’m going to come back here and...

take my babies home.

I hope you do, Shirret.

I really do.

(sad music playing)

(people chattering)

You know, I’m not usually this cynical,

but I guess after eight years
of just keeping the lid on,

well, I wonder what I’m doing up here.

Well, I know exactly
what I’m doing up here.

At least, what I’m trying to do.

It better be a hell of a lot more

than just trying to keep
a lid on this place.

You’re not exactly your average cop,
are you, Robert?

How about dinner?

And then you can find out for yourself.

Oh, God.

(laughing)

Sounds just like a pickup artist line.

(laughs)

I’m sorry.

But I would like to take you
out to dinner sometime,

anytime.

Please-- please don’t take this wrong,

but I spend five days
a week with uniforms.

This is not a tattoo.

These blues come off at night.

I bet they do.

Robert...

I don’t make it a habit
of giving my number out

in public buildings...

but here.

I’ll call you for Friday night.

Ooh, man, so now she’s your date,
sugar daddy.

(shouting in Spanish)

Move it. Come on.

MAN: Hey, no lip from you, buddy.
Come on. All right.

(clapping) Okay, ladies.
Ready, hup, two, three, four.

Step, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight.

Circle, three, four, five, six.

Upstage, upstage, upstage.

Three, four, hips, hips.

Over the shoulder at the audience.

Five, six, seven, eight. Good.

Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Hips, hips.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Circle. Three, four, five, six.

Upstage, upstage, upstage.

Three, four. Hips, hips...

BEE GEE: Hey.

You’re the early one today.

Say, Bee Gee, how’s the girl, huh?

Oh, pretty okay.

Nothing a few hours’ sleep wouldn’t cure.

What is this, your day off?

Ha. Yeah, you could say that.

PERRY:
...four, five, six, seven, eight. Turn.

Turn. Five--

Well, if I had a day off like this,
I’d be up on the roof catching some rays.

I mean, look at me. I’m white as a sheet.

Had such a great tan last summer.
Remember?

PERRY: Hips, hips.
Five, six, seven, eight. Hips.

Step. Step, step, step, step.

-Come on, sell it, girls.
-(sighs)

So, what’s your pleasure?

Uh, scotch rocks.

-Coming up.
-Hold it, Bee Gee.

-What?
-Tell him.

Perry...

Tell him.

What?

Tell me what?

Perry wants to know

if you’re paying this with cash or what.

He says no more on the tab.
You’re way over the limit.

-I’m sorry.
-It’s okay.

That’s gratitude for you, though.

I brought that little creep
over a hundred customers.

It’s all right. You tell him
I’ll pay the stinking tab.

I’ll send him a check in the mail

’cause I’m never walking
in this toilet again.

-J.D., here.
-No, no, thanks.

-It’s on me.
-No, that’s all right.

John.

PERRY: Come on. Let’s stop
standing around. Back to work.

Please. It’s already poured.

You’re a good kid, Bee Gee.

PERRY: Right, right foot,
circle hips, into the circle.

Hey!

Hey.

(exhales)

Oh, Frank, thank God you’re here.

I have to talk to you, Frank.
It’s really important.

Is this going to take long?

I don’t know how long
it’s going to take, Frank.

It’ll take as long as it takes.

All right. What’s the trouble?

(exhales)

It’s not Frank Jr.

No, no, no, no. It’s not Frank Jr.

I, however, am in big trouble.

What kind of trouble?

I received a phone call
at work this morning

threatening my life if I go
to St. Louis with Otis.

Oh, Fay, I’m so sorry.

These kinds of phone calls
are just racist filth,

and those cowards
never identify themselves.

This coward did.

Good. Then we can file a complaint.
Who was it?

Mrs. Redman.

Uh-oh.

Her exact words were,

"If you ever see my husband again,

I’m going to cut your heart out
and feed it to you."

Am I in any danger, Frank?

Not if you don’t see her husband anymore.

You are planning to terminate
the relationship, aren’t you, Fay?

Fay?

Imagine the gall of that guy.

Ah...

I should have known.
It was just too good to be true.

Where does this leave you with Harvey?

Oh, Harvey-- Harvey is boiled beef, Frank.

I want escargot.

You know, I had more fun
with Otis in one week

than I had with Harvey
the whole last year.

Well, then maybe it was
worth it after all.

(exhales)

I suppose you’re right.

So you don’t think I need
police protection or anything like that?

No, I don’t think so.

Well, you’re the expert, Frank.

But, I mean, let’s face it.

You know I’m as liberal
as the next person, but...

some of these women
have been known to carry razors.

(indistinct chattering)

Hey, come on. Wake up. That’s it.

Hey, friend. Wake up, will you?

No sleeping on the bar. That’s it.

(rock music playing on stereo)

Hey, pal. What’s it going to be, pal?

J.D.: (coughs) Um, a shot and a beer.

A shot and a beer. All right.

Hey, uh, let’s see some money on the bar.

Come on, pal. I ain’t got all day.

That’s it. Look in all the pockets.

All right, look, you either put some money
on the bar or get the hell out of here.

Come on. Come on. Get out.

-(horns honking)
-(traffic noises)

Four days ago, my man,
out back in the alley,

we had a chat about
that shooting that went down.

I’m Detective Washington,
and this is Sergeant Goldblume.

Oh, yeah, right, right.

The retailers tax office tells us

that this business is owned
by a Mr. Abraham Mevdez.

-Is that right?
-Uh-huh.

I take it you manage the store from here.

That’s right. (sniffs)

Abe runs the store downtown,

and his son Bernie runs the one
out in Jefferson Heights.

So, like, uh, I’m just one of the family.

That shooting in the alley out back,

the more we investigate,
the more it's looking like

the victim and his pals
were leaving the back of this place.

We’ve been through all that, brother.
Two times, once with you

and once with those dudes
from, uh, Internal Affairs.

Hey, hey, why don’t you talk
to the guy next door?

He’s a strange dude, brother.

If anything, they came out
of the back of his place.

I don’t know, Mr. Monroe.

We canvassed every merchant on this block.

And the cop says it was your door.

Then the man was wrong.

(sniffs, coughs)

This place was locked up tight.

(sniffs) I got this hay fever
allergy problem, you know.

First couple days of spring...

Why don’t you tell your man there
to go get himself a cup of coffee?

-What for?
-Because I think it’s a good idea.

-(sighs) Ernie.
-Yeah?

-Take a break.
-You’re the boss.

All right, my man,
this is how the situation goes.

It’s your word against the cops

that the kids were leaving
the back door of this place.

I’ll believe the cop.

Uh-uh, man. No way.

What are you doing?

Turn around. Assume the position. Now!

-HENRY: Aw--
-(exhales)

Oh, you got a real expensive
hay fever allergy here, Monroe.

We got enough toot here
to call you a dealer.

Man, that’s nothing.
That’s just for myself.

Turn around, sucker.

This the reason those kids were here
at three o’clock in the morning,

-to get their nose packed?
-Oh, come on, man. No way. No way.

Henry, tell the man about the Delaney Act.

One-year mandatory incarceration
for possession of that much cocaine.

So you got one choice, my man.

You talk to us or we stick it to you.
You dig?

Oh, man--

Neal.

Okay, look, there’s these boys.
They work the garment district,

ripping off what they can from the racks.
The menswear they bring up here,

I-I work it in with the regular
merchandise for cash.

-Does the owner know about this?
-No, no,

Abe’s got a bad heart.
I don’t want him to know.

Look, look, look, look, you either buy
what they got or they take you down hard.

I mean, they’ll cut you for fun.
They don’t care. They’re crazy.

Yeah, me too, sucker.

(pants)

-All right, ain’t no need to shove, man.
-Right.

NEAL: Which one’s Roland Dewitt?

This one here.

This your car here, Roland?

Any car keys?

Yeah, right here.

Oh, man. (chuckles)

That’s quite a little business
you got going on here, Roland.

Yeah, yeah.
Better call in for an impound truck.

OFFICER: You got it.

Hey, what have we got here, Roland?

-New license plate?
-This is unit 026...

Yeah, let’s see here.

OFFICER: Impound truck. I’m at 427...

Uh-huh.

(chuckles) Bingo. Yeah.

Bullet hole real good, Roland.
Just like Weeks said.

(chattering)

Uh, they ruled it was
a justifiable shooting.

WOMAN: Captain Furillo? Captain Furillo?

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Chief Daniels?

Well, Frank, you did it.

White men exonerating white men.

From the ghetto, it all looks the same.

Everything in that inquest
is part of the public record.

It sure as hell isn’t a secret.

You can bet it will be
on the five o’clock news.

You just won’t get it, will you, Frank?

A white cop killed a black kid,

and all the people on the Hill
are gonna see

is that white cop walking away the way
white cops have always walked away.

Gee, it’s that simple, huh?

That simple.

Maybe not so simple.

Maybe you’re underestimating something.

Maybe there’s more integrity
and intelligence on the Hill

than you recall.

I, for one, think so.

Let’s hope so.

(rumbling)

Surprise, my hot little darling.
Andy Renko to the rescue.

Okay, okay, I wasn’t expecting you, Andy.
I wish you had called.

I did call. Nobody was there.

So I thought what the heck, I’d come down.
You look real hot and real pretty.

I’m gonna take this bag for you. Come on.

So what’s the matter?
I say something wrong? What?

Yeah, I don’t like being ambushed, okay.

-It throws me off.
-I thought I'd call by.

I’ll take these groceries
upstairs for you,

then I’ll leave. I got homework--

Andy, thank you.
I’ll take it from here, okay?

I’ll call you.

You got someone waiting
up there for you, don’t you?

Why didn’t you just say that?
I can understand that.

Actually, I can’t understand that, Sandy.

Andy, uh...

(sighs)

I haven’t been very honest with you.

You see, what happened is, uh,

I’d been seeing somebody
for a long time, and...

well, we’ve had our problems on and off.

So you were just sort of
filling in with me, huh?

No.

I’d like to know
what it was we were doing.

You said a lot of things to me.

I can’t believe
you didn’t mean those things you said.

Andy, you don’t understand. He needs me.

He really needs me.

What, I don’t?

I don’t need you?

No.

Not like him.

Now, that’s no answer at all.

Sandy...

this whole thing does not make any sense,
not after what we’ve been through.

Now, you either love somebody
or you don’t...

and you love me.

And if you haven’t got the nerve to go up

and say something to him, then I will.

Andy, oh, damn it!
Will you just get out of here?

-What? What?
-Please, just go.

Is it my job?

I know us cop types don’t exactly make it
in the academic world.

What, is he some tweed coat-wearing
college professor

who speaks seven languages, makes love
to you in French? Is that it, huh?

-Is that it, huh?
-He’s a writer.

Yeah, I bet he is!

Well, let me tell you something, lady,

I haven’t exactly been honest
with you, either.

See, I score a lot
and I never get involved.

Sort of like a hobby with me, you know?

I do teachers, dental hygienists.

Next on my list is a six-foot tall CPA.

Six-foot tall!

I need you.

I do.

(sad music playing)

MAN: Folks... (tapping with gavel)

Folks, can we bring the meeting to order?

Joe. Come on, Joe. Come on.

All right, this is
the Tuesday night meeting

of the mid-town chapter
of Alcoholics Anonymous.

My name is Ben, and I’m an alcoholic.

Hi, Ben.

I’ve identified myself as such.

Now, are there
any other alcoholics in the room?

(all chattering)

Great, great. Looking good, looking good.

Now, not to embarrass you,

but to get to know you better
and say hello at the break,

are there any newcomers here
in their first 30 days of sobriety?

If so, would you raise your hand, please?

Would you stand up for us, please?

Can you tell us your first name?

Uh, my name’s John.

I-I guess I’m an alcoholic.

Hi, John.

MAN: How are you doing, J.D.?

(emotional music playing)

BEN: You’re most welcome
at this meeting, John.

There’s a new life
for you here if you want it...

and we all hope you do.

There you go.

Thank you. Thank you.

No sweat. Just come back again, you hear?

Dinner is served.

Great. Hey, what do I owe you?

On the cuff.

Wait a minute.
Joe, you got to let me pay my own way.

Hey, the guy wouldn’t take my money.

He said we’d be doing him a favor
if we sat out here and ate.

(grunts) I am starved.

Will you stop it?

I can’t help it.

I love looking at you.

It’s hot enough without you
adding to the steam.

Yeah, well, it wasn’t me who chose this
over a ride to the shore.

You missed a great opportunity, Luce.

I know this great nude beach.

Very secluded.

Are you into that?

Yeah, all the time.

There’s a nude beach around here? Where?

My bathtub.

You're a character.

Hey, look, it’s not too late
to change your mind.

-Great.
-I’ll throw some sand around my bathroom,

and then we can put on Beach Boys albums.

(laughs)

You’re not gonna give up, are you?

I figure if I stay with it...

I’ll wear you down by July,

and you can move in by September.

I don’t know what I’m going
to do with you, Joe.

-I do. You’re gonna say yes.
-(horn blares)

(brakes squeal)

(yelling)

WOMAN: Hey, you idiot!
Don’t you know how to drive?

JOE: Oh, man, he’s going the wrong way.

Go for it.

(engine starts)

(siren wailing)

(people cheering)

Dispatch, we’re in pursuit of vehicle
bearing license plate 100292. Over.

WOMAN (on radio):
Repeat, please, unit 1-6.

Our reception is breaking up.

(siren wailing)

(siren fades)

License and registration, please.

(shot)

(tires screech)

Bargain?

These two weeks
are going to cost a fortune.

Furillo, don’t start.

Well, I’m not used to going on the arm,

even if the arm is attached
to a beautiful shoulder.

You’re having separation anxiety.

Lots of your workaholic types,

of which I consider you one,

break out in hives at the very thought
of going on a vacation.

Uh-oh. I’m that bad, huh?

Uh-huh.

Worse than I am, pizza man,
and I’m pretty bad.

Could we just close this book now?

No, no. Just-- just let me finish this.

No, now.

I have a sudden need
for your undivided attention.

Uh-huh.

(pager beeping)

(both groan)

So much for undivided attention.

Don’t worry and don’t move.

The urgency of the need lingers on.

(Joyce chuckling)

(indistinct police radio chatter)

When does it stop, Francis?

I wish I knew, Phil.

Is he gonna make it?

I don’t know.

They rushed him to County Medical.

Where’s Bates?

She’s over there.

(sirens blaring)

He’s gonna die. I know he is.

If I had said yes...

it would have never happened.

Said yes to what?

Oh, I should have gone with him.

(sad music playing)

(sobbing)

(theme music playing)