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NARRATOR: Coming in tonight
on Hill Street Blues...

-Forget the monkey. I'll get him!
-(gibberish)

Do you remember when we were first married

that little something extra I used
to give you for your birthday?

I want your body...

pressing against mine.

Word has it, you might want to pick up
where you left off.

I'm not your enemy.

Hudson's taking over the Arrow again.

Anyone that stands in his way
is a dead man.

I just get bits and pieces of the people
I love the most.

I can't give more yet.

Well, one way or another,
I think you ought to decide.

Item 14 concerns the unauthorized use
of precinct phones for personal business.

Guys, we all live in an age
of, uh, message units

and diminished precinct budgets, so, uh,

let's employ a little heart
and at least a little good taste.

That's why...

By that, I refer to certain
particular phone numbers

which appear frequently
on the computer printout,

phone numbers well known
as those of Chu-Chu's Snug Boutique.

(clamoring)

PHIL: And a certain bookmaker
simply known as Stu.

Now if you feel you must misdemeanor,

let's use the pay phones, huh?

Badly located throughout this facility.

Item 15 regards one Jesse John Hudson.

After seven years of incarceration
at the Lafayette Facility,

Mr. Hudson is back on the street.

His release has generated
considerable anxiety

gang-wise, streetwise, and otherwise,

so, uh, let's keep our eyes and ears open
for any rumbles of discontent.

Item 16, another cabbie
was robbed and beaten

in the Avenue B Overpass
at People's Parkway.

That makes six in the past week.

We do not as yet have
a reliable description of this assailant,

so be particularly alert
to any loose talk on the street.

PHIL: All right, the last item, uh,
is the Laskey Avenue purse snatcher.

Now the suspect is described
as being approximately 3'8" tall.

-(laughing)
-Very long arms, hirsute in the extremis,

and uncommonly fleet of foot.

-(laughing)
-WOMAN: Sounds like my cousin Archie.

In fact, the said
alleged perpetrator is, uh...

a medium-size orangutan ape.

-(laughing)
-WOMAN: It is my cousin Archie!

Uh, guys, a personal aside,
I might add that while I, personally,

have never encountered a felon
of the simian persuasion,

these animals are known
to be extremely strong,

extremely bright,

and are not to be taken lightly.

All right, that's it. Let's roll.

-(all chattering)
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Let's be careful out there.

(clamoring)

Lousy two-bit coward.
You're a lousy coward!

MAN: Give me a break, will you?

WOMAN: No-good--

MAN: Yeah, that's right. Get hysterical.

-That's the answer.
-You were born hysterical.

Belker.

(clamoring)

Frank.

I've got some messages for you.

Smack me around again, you no-good--

Lady, you ever stop to think
that maybe your mouth is--

What is your problem?

Man, let's go. We're not getting anywhere.

-I don't need to hear--
-All right, lady.

-It's not our problem.
-It's not our case!

Officer Schnitz--

Your client will be along momentarily,
Miss Davenport.

Give me the light, Paul.

You want to sit down, dog breath,
or would you prefer a collapsed lung?

MAN: I don't know
what you're talking about.

WOMAN: I'm gonna have you put away.

You're going to put me away?
That's a laugh.

You ought to be put away, you know that?

-Name?
-Steve. Sam.

(sarcastic laugh)

That's the last time you're going
to slap me around, you bum.

-MAN: Watch your mouth.
-I got your number,

and my brother Ralph's got your number.

Your brother Ralph's a drunk!
And I never touched her.

I can't help it if she falls down a lot.

How's that division paperwork
coming along, huh?

-Fine, Sarge.
-Not so fine, Sarge.

Fact is, we haven't started yet,
and I'm not gonna.

-Joe.
-Look, Luce,

I've had it up to my gums with paperwork.

Sergeant, doc tells me my wing has got
almost 85 percent mobility,

which is a hell of a lot better
than most guys that are healthy.

So what do you say, huh?

Well, you've only been back ten days.

Keep your mouth shut.

WOMAN: Sicko! You remember him, huh?
Lester Guber? Huh?

Leo, would you mind, please?

We're trying to carry
on a civilized conversation here. Leo!

Would you get the door?

-Now behave yourselves!
-(overlapping dialog)

Look, everybody's been treating me
with rubber gloves or something.

I was in 'Nam.

I've been shot at before,
and it's not that big a deal.

I don't mind being shot at.

I'm not afraid to go back out there.

You want me to tell him
about Lester Guber?

MAN: Shut up. I'm warning you.
Keep your mouth shut.

Lester Guber, you bag of wind.

Lester Guber. Lester Guber!

Lester Guber! Lester Guber!

-Lester Guber! Lester Guber!
-Hey, hey!

-(clamoring)
-MAN: Creep, shut up.

You want me to tell them
how you break parole

every day with Lester Guber, huh?

-I'm going to kill her.
-WOMAN: Lester Guber!

(clamoring)

-Get your hands off of me!
-Lester Guber!

Stay away from me!

-(clamoring)
-(woman screaming)

I'm going to kill her!
I'm going to kill her!

-Gun!
-(screaming)

(gunshots)

(woman screaming)

(woman sobbing)

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

Armed robbery in progress.
See Surplus Store,

corner of People's Drive
and 124th Street...

(sirens blaring)

(theme music playing)

PHIL: That's correct. That's correct.

Uh, Francis, Internal Affairs
has been apprised.

They're sending a team out right away.

Good, Phil.
Get the paperwork started, would you?

-Get maintenance up here, fix all this.
-Right.

WOMAN: Okay, just give me
your number, and I'll get it.

-All in one piece, counselor.
-Miss Downing?

I'm Joyce Davenport,
public defender's office.

Are you all right? Miss Downing?

Hey, hang on a sec.

OFFICER: She just passed out is all.

Uh, maybe she needs
a little mouth-to-mouth.

-Call the paramedics, right away.
-Get on the phone now.

What the hell's going on here?
People are dropping like flies.

I appreciate what you're saying, sir.
We want him--

Yes, I'll hold.

Yes, sir, but a composite won't do.

Not if he's wearing disguises.

-Captain.
-Yes, sir?

Ah, one second, counselor.

Uh, yeah, Carl.

No, no, no, I haven't heard
from Hudson yet.

We can try and provide some undercover,
but we're extremely short on manpower.

Yes, I put out the word. I want him to--
Want him to come in for a talk.

I hope so, too, but don't count on it.

In the meantime, how about installing
one of those bullet separators

between the passenger compartment
and the driver's?

Yeah.

RAY: Of course you're a taxpayer,
Mr. Tartaglia.

Yes. Bye.

-Counselor?
-I would very much like to know

why my client just collapsed
on the floor out there.

-So would I. Is that a booking slip?
-RAY: You bet, buster.

(speaking Spanish)

Susan Downing, soliciting sex act,

resisting arrest,
assaulting a police officer,

possession of a narcotic substance.

Regular princess.

What's that got to do
with this department's chronic disregard

of its prisoners' physical well-being?

Bozo!

We'll have her checked out. Ray.

Yes, Frank.

Would you, uh...

Miss Davenport.

We're a little testy, aren't we?

We don't, as a rule,
get shot at before lunch.

Stick around and you may get used to it.

You taking me out to dinner tonight?

I've made a reservation
for 8:00 at Gianni's.

-Isn't that a little expensive?
-Mm-hmm.

It's your birthday, pizza man.
I feel like splurging.

Maybe later I'll let you cite me
for soliciting a police officer.

PHIL: Yes, ma'am, he's seven years old,
and he's been missing for 24 hours.

-I've got that.
-(phone ringing)

Oh, yes, ma'am, we'll dispatch
two officers immediately.

Oh, Hill, Renko,
we have a missing 7-year-old.

Here's the address.

Have him back by noon.

Sarge, what do you say?

All right, you and Bates take unit 12,
parking shift.

-Great.
-Oh! Joe.

-WOMAN: Buy me a cup?
-(indistinct chattering)

-If I may have a cup?
-Hello, Grace.

Oh, I longed for you last night.

All those nude encounter groups

mean so much more to me
with you lying by my side.

PHIL: Parakeet,
you know I would have been there

if I didn't have to fill in
for Brewer on the night shift.

Can you get away for an hour? Now?

My plane leaves for Los Angeles
at three o'clock.

Oh, Grace, I can't.

I want your body pressing against mine,

fulfilling me as only you can.

PHIL: Grace...

Anyway, here are the keys to my apartment.

Feed the cat, water the plants,
sleep in my bed,

and if you get lonely,
you need only call Celeste.

She's a good friend.

She knows all about us, and I trust her
to fulfill your needs in my absence.

PHIL: Hey, Grace, what are you saying?

Phil, you know I'm not a jealous woman.

Sharing you doesn't diminish me.

There's so much of you to share.

Ooh.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(phone ringing)

Always sad, Phil.

-Yes, Howard?
-Always sad, partings.

I know how you must be feeling.

My Lorraine is leaving
the country for two months.

Well, frankly, Howard, it's a relief.
I'm exhausted.

I tell you,
the woman's a sexual juggernaut.

Last weekend, we went to Sand Creek.

That rustic sex clinic place up north
where everybody's... au naturel?

I don't mind telling you, Howard.

Naked men and women of all persuasions
lying around.

-Nude dance contests!
-Judas...

I knew it was time to leave

when a naked man asked me
to do the Lindy Hop.

(spits)

Last night, we were supposed to go out
to a nude Reichian encounter group.

I begged off and went out to a bar,
had a few beers with a guy I met

who runs the fish and tackle department
at Abernathy,

-Luke McAllister. Great guy.
-Mm.

Divorced, grown kids.

We threw a few darts,
talked politics, sports.

I'd forgotten the simple pleasures
of male camaraderie.

You're not thinking
of breaking up with her,

are you?

Well, it's been on my mind.

On the one hand,
her sense of adventure, sexually speaking,

is unmatched by any woman I've ever known.

However, on the plus side,
she's kind, generous,

loyal in the extremis,
and a great conversationalist,

not unlike your Lorraine.

Oh, Lorraine. (clears throat) Well...

unfortunately, our relationship
is on a much loftier plane.

We go to concerts, gallery openings.

Last weekend, we went rowing on Taft Lake.

Hmm, that sounds relaxing.

Frankly, Phil, I would have preferred
something a little more uplifting,

if you take my thrust.

(chuckles)

These things take time, Howard.

She'll come around.

(sighs) Well, I hope so.

I find myself in a painful state...

celibacy-wise.

Sex.

-(exhales)
-Ironic, isn't it?

I have more than I know what to do with,

and you can't get arrested.

(radio chatters)

Hey, Ray.

Did she give you the photos of the boy?

Yeah, two, uh, taken half a year ago.

Couple hundred prints
are being made by the lab.

Cute little peckerwood, isn't he?

He looks like sort
of a miniature Trini Lopez.

Is that all you have on that ex-boyfriend?

Well, she claims he got real Latino on her

one night she tried
to give him the pink slip.

-LaRue, Washington.
-NEAL: Yes, Lieutenant.

Let's pull in her ex-boyfriend
for questioning.

Name, Jorge Alonzo.

Get an address on that, babe?

No, uh, she doesn't know
where he's living now,

but she did write down
a few names of bars that he hung out in.

Ray, you know,
this was supposed to be our lead--

I've already got a job for you.

He'll make it something
real strategic, Renko.

Door to door.

You know, if you don't happen to show up

by happy hour there, J.D.,
maybe I'll put an APB out

-on that wagon you've been riding in.
-Okay, okay, okay, that's enough of that.

See that, Neal? I'm smiling.
Doesn't faze me a bit.

Come on, John.

We got those pictures of the boy
back from the lab, Lieutenant.

Good.

After you hand them out,
I want you, Cauley, and Lyle

to check out all the local playgrounds

within Redmond, Lynwood,
Forest, and North.

-And don't forget the park.
-Right.

What a face.

Looks like Trini Lopez.

WOMAN (on radio): Alonzo,
clear in City and State--

Coffey, Bates.

RAY: You're going to be
assisting Hill and Renko

in a door-to-door canvass
of the neighborhood.

Every building and vacant lot
within two blocks of here.

-Yes, sir.
-I think it's very important

we must find him
before the night shift takes over.

No comprendo, gordito.

LaRue and Washington
get the martini circuit,

Ellis and Perez get to take
a stroll in the park,

-but what do you and me get?
-JOE: Let's go.

A walking tour of the Third World.

Hey, now this--

Captain, about this morning...

-It wasn't your fault, Alf.
-It was my gun.

Did you give your statement to IA?

Then forget about it.
Could have been any one of us.

Okay, Captain.

Frank, Jesse John Hudson's on his way in.

Good, Henry.
Bring him to my office, will you?

Right.

There's been a good deal of anxiety up
on the Hill of late, Mr. Hudson.

Word has it, you might want
to pick up where you left off.

Let me assure you, Captain,

I'm not your enemy.

Besides, where I left off
was the summer of '74,

the days of rage.

You weren't up here then,
but there were brothers

shot down wholesale in the street.

Only a fool or a madman
would want to pick up where I left off.

Hudson's taking over the Arrow again.

Anyone that stands in his way
is a dead man.

(scoffs) Come on.

Hey, the present warlord
and two of his lieutenants

disappeared sometime last night.

If they ever turn up, it'll probably be
in a crate somewhere.

He's something else entirely, man.

(tires screeching)

The Black Arrow must number 200 at least
of the baddest dudes in this town.

He's reclaiming it
like it was his birthright.

I understand your concerns, Captain,

but the goals of the inner city

and those of the Black Arrow
haven't really changed

since the mid-'70s,

but I can assure you
there's been a profound change

in the method of attainment.

-It's in my book.
-I read it.

HUDSON: Well, then,
you know my philosophy.

What are your goals, Mr. Hudson?
I couldn't quite get them from the book.

Change from within.

Things like voting blocs
for municipal elections,

a privately-financed credit union
for local retailers,

work-study programs
for Black Arrow-owned businesses,

free health clinics, and so on.

Drugs, numbers,

enforced protection, loan sharking,

phony credit unions.

He's developing a regular
five-point program for the '80s.

So is every other
dirt ball gang on the Hill.

Yeah.

Just don't underestimate him, Belker.

Why not?

He might have gone up the river

your basic storefront
armed robber revolutionary,

but he's come back
a politically savvy dude.

He's learned to work the system
like a ten-dollar hooker, man.

That makes him dangerous.

Okay, I'll relay
that to the captain, Virgil.

Yeah.

You tell him Hudson's not after
nickels and dimes this time, man.

He wants the Hill.

Look, here's my numbers.

You can reach me any time night or day.

It might surprise you, Captain,

but I think we both want the same thing.

(telephone rings)

What do you think, Henry?

He's got a lot of presence.

I don't know, Frank.

I think he's on the level.

In case you forgot,
he beat a man to death.

I know that, Frank.

You may not want to hear this right now,
but I've been talking to a lot of people

about Hudson these past couple of weeks.

Maybe he changed.

I don't trust him
as far as I can throw him.

FAY: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday
Dear Francis Xavier Furillo ♪

-Xavier?
-You didn't hear that.

ALL: ♪ Happy birthday ♪

♪ To you ♪

-All right.
-(applause)

-How are you?
-Fine.

-How's Rachel?
-She's great. We're both great.

Oh, good.

Happy birthday, Francis Xavier.

Happy birthday, Frank.

-Thanks, Fay.
-(laughing)

Go on, open it.

(clears throat)

(both laughing)

Oh, Fay, it's terrific.

Well, you know me.

I just thought you'd like to share
some cake with your men.

-It's good, too.
-Can you come by later?

Frank Jr. has a present for you.

-Sure.
-He made it in school.

And if you could stay
for dinner, you know,

you might be able to talk me into, uh,
who knows what.

Hey, Frank,

do you remember
when we were first married,

that little something extra
I used to give you for your birthday?

(clears throat) I wish I could stay, Fay,
but I have another date.

Oh, well, it was just
a last-minute idea, you know?

I didn't mean to put you
on the spot or anything.

It's okay.

It's just that, uh...

I still miss you sometimes.

Me too.

(sighs)

So, Frank, 40 years old.

Well, how does that feel?

-So far, so good.
-Yeah? Well, you look good.

-No midlife crisis or anything?
-Who's got time around here?

Sure.

Well, um...

you won't forget to come by, will you?

I mean, Frank Jr.
would just be heartbroken if you did.

Oh, I won't forget. I promise.

Aw, Frank, happy birthday.

I mean it.
I... I hope this is your best ever.

I know you do. Thanks again.

ALONZO: Hey, I'm clean, man.

I haven't seen her and her kid in months.

Hey, come on, Jorge,
we're just going to take you in

for some routine questioning.

Do I look like a kidnapper to you?

Man, with your breath,
I don't think you could get

close enough to anybody to kidnap them.

-Don't you have any pride in yourself?
-Why are you getting so personal, man?

I haven't done nothing to you.

See, Neal, the first thing
to go in an alky is self-respect.

Now, you take this nosebag here.

He's got no self-respect

and no self-esteem and a lousy self-image.

Hey, I never pictured you
having a lousy self-image.

Laughing on the outside, honey,
crying on the inside.

(shouting)

Hey, what are you doing,
you crazy or something?

-(crash)
-MAN: Get out of here!

Hey, what do you think, lover?

Think we ought to go over there
before they kill each other?

J.D.: Nah, save the small potatoes
for the uniforms, man.

We're the big league,
you know what I mean?

-(alarm ringing)
-Hey, is that big league

enough for you, lover, huh?

(clamoring)

I've got a 10-30 at 160 Jefferson.

In pursuit of a white-over-green car
heading east on 20th.

-(tires squeal)
-(siren wailing)

(siren wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

Glad you're here, Frank.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Scenario-wise, LaRue and Washington

have driven two armed
and dangerous miscreants

into the bowels of this garage.

Any civilians inside?

Lieutenant!

Damn it, listen, man, I'm a doctor,

and I'm already running late as it is.

I've got two operations waiting
for me at County General

and a couple of herniated
nasal cases back at the office.

-HOWARD: Where's your partner?
-MAN: What partner?

Try the trunk, Howard.

Port side here is a little low.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Hmm.

Ballantine, get the keys.

No keys, sir.
He must have punched the ignition.

Give me that bullhorn.

You in there, this is the police.

Come out with your hands up.
You're surrounded.

MAN: What are you gonna do, golf ball?

Get me that hose over there, Ballantine.
We'll flush him out.

I hope you've got a scuba tank in there.

MAN: It's not like that. I can't hear.
I've got an earache.

Earache?
Ballantine, give me your flashlight.

-Earache.
-(banging)

MAN: Okay, okay, okay, come on,
let me out of here.

-I give up. I'm coming out.
-My car! My car! That's my car.

-MAN: Let me out!
-It's my car.

This is your car? I assume
you have keys to this vehicle.

I just bought this car.
You've ruined it, you fascist.

MAN: Let me out of here!

It's jammed.

-Of course it is, you idiot.
-MAN: Let me out of here.

Can you open it from the inside?

MAN: I'm deaf, you know.
You made me deaf in here.

Would you get me out, please?
I can't hear. I can't-- I can't think.

I can't breathe. I can't do anything.

Sensory deprivation, Frank.

It's a potent weapon.

All right, Ballantine,
I want you to take this vehicle

down to the police garage
and have them spring this trunk lid open.

I have friends in the department.

I play racquetball with Chief Daniels.

You'll rue the day you messed
with Dr. Sidney Sackheim.

MAN: Let me out!

Sackheim. Is that an American name?

(indistinct chatter)

-How's your client?
-Rocky.

A combination of no sleep,
nerves, low blood sugar.

She'll be all right.

Then what am I doing here?

I thought you should hear
what she has to say firsthand.

(buzzes)

WOMAN (on P.A.):
Dr. Marcus, emergency room stat.

Dr. Marcus.

Susan, this is Captain Furillo.

Great.

JOYCE: I want you to tell him
exactly what you told me

about Ben Lambert.

What's the point?

I'm pressed for time, Counselor.

Susan, please.

I work nights as a topless waitress
at the Cat O' Nine Tails.

This guy, uh, Lambert's
been coming in for a couple of weeks.

Seemed like a nice guy. He was kinda shy.

Held his liquor,
but I knew he'd make a move.

It was just a matter of when.

So, finally, last night, after closing,

he stopped me in the parking lot

and asked me if I wanted
to go out for a cup of coffee.

"Just coffee," he said.
"That's it. I promise."

SUSAN (sighs): I should've known better.

Tell the captain what happened
when you got in his car.

He was like a different man.

The second I got in, he offered me money
to have sex with him,

and when I said no
and tried to get out of the car,

he grabbed me and stuffed money
down my shirt.

And then he said he was a cop,
and if I didn't...

He said if she didn't fellate him,
he'd arrest her.

I'm filing a complaint
with Internal Affairs

and the Citizens' Review Board
for harassment, false arrest,

and anything else I can think of.

We're also contemplating
criminal assault charges

against Ben Lambert as well as
a civil suit against the department.

This guy has pushed his authority, Frank,
and we're pushing back.

Whose interest is being represented here,
yours or your client's?

Both.

Lambert ought to be nailed to a cross.

If he's guilty.
But consider your client's record,

she's a topless waitress.

We'll run a check on her, of course,

but I'd be willing to bet
she's not exactly a débutante.

Are you suggesting a different set
of legal standards

for topless waitresses?

I also seem to recall
a charge of possession

on her arrest sheet.

Is she claiming that's a lie, too?

A physician's sample
of amphetamines, diet pills.

I've got a feeling on this one, Frank.

Call it woman's intuition, if you will,
but I'm going to take it all the way.

I just wanted you to know, that's all.

I have intuition, too.
It's called cop's intuition.

Mm. You think she's lying.

I believe she believes
she's telling the truth.

I also believe that's not
necessarily the same as the truth.

As long as we both acknowledge
that the truth

is not a monopoly held by Ben Lambert
or the department he works for.

That's why we have courts, counselor.

Eight o'clock, Gianni's. Come hungry.

(TV game show music playing)

(audience cheering)

MAN: Hi, everybody, and welcome back again

to You Bet Your Nanny,
the show that goes...

-Hello?
-WOMAN: Who is it?

Police, ma'am.

(locks rattling)

If that Black no-account woman
done called y'all on me,

well, I don't know what she been saying,
'cause I listens to my television loud.

I'm hard of hearing in one of my ears.

-Could we just talk to you for a moment?
-What?

Have you seen this child
in the last 24 hours?

No. Who is he?

He's missing from home. Have you seen him?

No, I ain't seen him.

How come he ain't home with his mama?

There are eight million stories
in the naked city.

Well, this is going nowhere.

-Did you guys check the basement?
-Yeah.

Your basic rodential habitat.
I hate to be a pessimist,

but I think this kid's a goner.

Will you quit it, Renko?

Come on, Luce,
I'm only trying to tell you like it is.

He's seven years old,
he's been missing for--

Let's go check the top floor.

RENKO: Can you figure it out?

Officer B--

LUCY: It's a orang--

Well, bite my shorts.

-It's the Laskey Avenue purse snatcher.
-MAN: Run for it, baby!

-I got him!
-Hey, man. Hey!

(clamoring)

I'll get the monkey! I'll get him!

-RENKO: What?
-LUCY: Joe, I got the back!

Hey, you! Hey, don't you swing down there
like that! Come on!

(clamoring)

Where?

Hey, you!

-RENKO: You knock that off, you gibbon!
-BOBBY: Come on, let's grab him!

No, you grab him.
I'm not going to arrest no ape!

First of all, they're stronger
than a whale's breath,

and second of all,
you can't toilet train 'em.

We got our man. Where's yours?

Our "man" got away.

Yeah, well, we sure wish
we could stay with you

on this door-to-door,
but we got to take our suspect in.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

Catch you later.

RAY: What about O'Keefe and DiCarlo?

I have Hill and Renko, Cauley and Lyle,
Panahuski and Tepas,

RAY (over phone): Coffey and Bates,
all of them looking for him.

(indistinct)

And Colin Avenue
from 118th Street to 125th.

I got to have more.

Well, I can't leave the park barren,

but let me see if can pull
some uniforms from Midtown.

And I'll see if I can't spring
Goldblume as well. How's it looking?

LaRue and Washington
picked up the boyfriend.

Mrs. Castillo, is there
anything else you'd like to say?

MRS. CASTILLO: If anyone
knows where my son is...

Well, let me see if I can get
some more bodies for you.

I appreciate that, Phil.

MAN 1: I think that'll be it
for us, you know?

MAN 2: Yeah, I guess that's a wrap.

MAN 1: Let's get all
the cable out of here.

All right, let's go.

We're getting more officers,
Mrs. Castillo.

He wouldn't be gone this long
unless something bad had happened.

I know it.

He always tells me where he's going.

(sobbing) I hope he's all right.

RAY: We never know with the little ones.

RENKO: Y'all just get up your gumption
and let's get down here.

HILL: I swear, Renko, if there
are rats down here, I'm leaving.

RENKO: Well, then,
you got to get used to it, man,

because rats are an ecological
reality of big city life.

HILL: I can't stand 'em, man.

The way they look at you
with those beady little marble eyes.

RENKO: You mean like this here?

Come on, Renko, stop joking around.

-Oh, man.
-What?

Smell that.

Rats.

No, that ain't no rat.
That's a human, Renko.

(clattering)

I'm not doing anything.
I'm not doing anything.

God...

don't let that smell be
what I think it is.

Oh, no, man, no, no.

The first thing you do

is tell a kid not to go
into a thing like this.

(coughing)

-There's something in there, Bobby.
-I know it.

-Open it.
-Oh, no.

Open it!

-Oh, my God.
-(Renko coughing)

(knocking on door)

Yeah, Phil.

Uh, we got an ID on that deceased
Hill and Renko found.

Clayton Hicks, warlord of the Black Arrow.

I could've told you that, Frankie.

You people sitting on your thumbs,
you'll be finding a lot of VIPs on ice.

Dobbs and Hernandez

from the Gang Intervention Unit
are here to see you.

Oh, wow. Gang Intervention.

Heavy, Frankie. Heavy.

Thanks, Phil. I should be through
in here in just a minute.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Jesus, let's assume
that Jesse John Hudson

is trying to regain control
of the Black Arrow.

What's the plan? What's he after?

What's he after?
I'm surprised at you, Frankie.

Here you are, a college graduate,
a seemingly streetwise person,

and you don't know what Hudson's after?

Educate me.

He's after your turf, bro.

My sources tell me he's after yours.

Where do you suppose
he'll make his first move?

If I was him, I would probably
cross over to Dekker Avenue,

put the squeeze on the Shamrocks.

Those potato heads talk a good game,
but one look at Hudson,

and they'll go running back
to catechism class.

-Likewise the Gypsies.
-And the Diablos?

Protective reaction, Frankie.

We'll smack his butt before he even thinks
past 125th street.

It's an interesting scenario, Jesus,

but trust me,
I'll never let it go that far.

(banging on door)

-JESUS: Yo, Louie.
-(speaks Spanish) ...bro.

Oh, gracias, bro.

I hate to break this up, bro,

but I promised to pick up
my mother over at the dentist.

Listen, Jesus, how about
working with me on this one

before it gets too far out of hand?

Yo, Furillo, you draw a salary.
What do I get out of this?

A little peace in the neighborhood,
that's all I'm offering.

I already have peace, Frankie.

But if it comes to war,
I'll take that, too.

Oh, come on, Jesus, you know
nobody wins that kind of war.

What I do know, Frankie,

is that the only way to avoid
a war with Jesse John Hudson

is to kill him.

You know that, too, bro.

Yo, Furillo,
don't let the shadows get you.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(phone ringing)

WOMAN: I think Belker's got a new date.

-Nice collar, Mick.
-Thank you.

-That's no collar, that's family.
-You're on thin ice, dirt ball.

Sit down, hair bag.

(grunting)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: What is that smell?
What is that smell?

(grunting)

Okay.

You like onions?

(grunting)

(laughing)

MICK: Name? (laughs)

(telephone rings)

Hill Street Station.

MAN (on phone):
Yeah, Officer Hill, please.

Yeah, this is Hill.

(indistinct chatter)

Was that refrigerator we pulled that boy
out of a top-loading type or a side-load?

Oh, it was front.

Yeah, what's your name?
Where's the pencil? Pencil.

Well, stop it. I refuse
to be manipulated that way.

GRACE (over phone): I'm sitting here
dressed in velour. Are you aroused?

No, I'm not aroused.

I could fix that for you. I really could.

For pennies' sake, woman,
this is a public utility.

(indistinct)

Ugh.

-Phil.
-Oh, hiya, Mac.

Why so tense?

Hey, what brings you up here?

Well, nothing really, just a couple
of 50-yard-line red zone tickets

for the Monday night game.

Oh, you got 'em. That's terrific.

Listen, buddy, look, something's wrong.
You want to talk about it?

Well, Mac, I'm irresistible to women.

They can't leave me alone.

Priscilla Caposky in the sixth grade
to Grace Gardner,

my entire life has been determined
by my irresistibility

to the female gender.

It's a curse.

Not to mention what it's doing
to my lower back.

Phil.

Could you raise Ray for me, please?

Oh, will you excuse me, Mac?

Look, you're busy.
I'll call you later about the game.

Cheer up a little, will you?

BELKER: Captain.

Sit down.

Captain, I don't know
what to do with this monkey.

I called every agency in town
from the SPCA to Greenpeace.

I guess maybe you'll have to put him
in Holding for the night.

With those animals?
Come on, Captain, have a heart.

Think we've got
a very sensitive creature here.

How about the interrogation room?

Thank you, Captain.

Come on, hairbag,
you've got a room for the night.

Great collar, Mick.

So far, it's been zero, Frank.

(woman on TV speaking Spanish)

RAY: I'll stay. Hold on.

Henry. Henry.

Do you want to stay
or let the night shift have it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll stay, long as it takes.

Henry will stay.

I'll talk to the others.

Okay, call me whichever way it goes.

Will do.

Frank, happy birthday.

Thanks.

(woman on TV continues talking)

(door closes)

Excuse me.

(man and woman arguing in Spanish)

(grunts)

This is a lot like the place I grew up in
over on 110th Street.

(siren wailing in distance)

Same sounds, too.

Pots and pans...

20 different radios...

married people screaming at each other.

Might help if you talked about it, son.

I told the cops. I don't know nothing.

-I think you do.
-It don't matter what you think.

(groans)

Young man, I've been watching you,

and we simply do not have
the time to fool around with this.

-You know where he is, don't you?
-No.

If he's out there, seven years old, alone,
Luis, he could die.

You ever see someone
who's suffocated in a refrigerator?

He turns blue, Luis.

You've seen what rats can do

to a wino who falls asleep
in the wrong alley? Do ya?

Let me go!

You listen to it
because this is the way it is.

I'm going to run you
in for a lie detector test,

and God help you if you're lying to me

because right now the charge
is only child endangering,

but if he dies, it's murder, Luis.

And I don't give a damn how young you are.

I swear to it, I'll see you do hard time.

Now, what the hell did you do with him?

Me and my friend Gilbert
made him think he killed me.

We gave him a starter's gun,
and I put ketchup on my shirt.

-Well--
-Where is he? Where is he?

Michael?

You in here, son?

Everything's okay, son.
I've come to take you home.

You don't have to hide anymore.

You didn't kill anybody, son.

(Michael sobbing)

Come on, take a look for yourself.
Luis is right here next to me.

(Michael whimpers)

It's okay, son.

Your brother was just playing
a game on you.

Come on.

Don't look so grim, Henry.

That older kid needs help, Ray.

I know. I explained that to her.

Maybe you could stop by next week

and have a talk with him,
take him to a ball game.

He needs help, Ray, professional help!

-She realizes that, Henry.
-So where is he going to get it?

I mean, you saw that apartment.

Damn refrigerator is almost empty.

She'd have to clean house for a year
just to get his teeth fixed.

I'll call County Health Bureau
in the morning.

They don't take illegals.

Then you tell me what the answer is!

Happy birthday, pizza man.

Well?

-Do you like it?
-Oh, yeah, it's beautiful.

What's wrong?

Turning 40 got you down?

Uh... I think so, yeah.

I have the profound sense
I am not what I wanted to be.

Which was?

The next Stan Musial.

You're a pretty heavy hitter
in my league, big guy.

But not a starter.

-Frank--
-I know. My timing stinks.

For more reasons
than you could know, Joyce,

you have been on my mind all day.

I love you...

and I'm looking for more than dinners

in a neutral spot
where nobody will see us,

a couple of sleepovers a week,
a lunch here and there if we're lucky,

and two separate but equal lives,
your place or mine.

What kind of relationship is that?

My best one, actually.

I am 40 years old today,
and I just spent an hour with my son.

In a couple of days,
I'll get another hour.

An hour with him, an hour with you.
Two hours here, three hours there.

I have the feeling
that I just get bits and pieces

of the people I love the most.

My life is in fragments, and I want more.

I can't give more yet.

Well, one way or another,
I think you ought to decide.

-Does it have to be this second?
-It's as good a time as any.

Oh, Frank.

Please.

-Please don't do this.
-I have to.

Why now?

Because most of the time,
I want you so badly

I'm willing to ignore my other needs,

but not today.

Today, I'm feeling
I want a wife and a home...

and maybe even another kid,
and I want all that with you, counselor.

At the very least,

I want an open
and aboveboard relationship,

no matter what the consequences.

-Frank, you're backing me into a corner.
-Yes.

Please don't bully me.

Well, I--

(stammers) I can't be stalled anymore.

I mean, either we move forward
or it's over.

(sighs)

(closing theme playing)