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

Bingo.

The Black Arrow is damn near
up to brigade strength, man.

Blood is gonna run.

It took us ten months to wire Virgil
into the Black Arrow.

I don't want to lose him now.

The other night, you arrested
a young woman, Susan Downey.

She claims you propositioned her

and threatened to arrest her
if she didn't comply.

I haven't been with a man
since my husband left over a year ago.

I can't. I'm a married man.

It doesn't matter.

Kiss it all goodbye, Phil.

The midnight loofah lessons,
the omelets au naturel.

Are you trying to ask me
for a date, Howard?

Yes.

Why the long face, huh?

Oh, I don't know.
It's been kind of a rough week.

Uh, anything that a weekend
of fishin' wouldn't cure?

What's the matter, hairball?
Your panty hose on too tight?

I'll call you.

Always the popular one, counselor.

I'm at liberty to be so these days.

What if I were to tell you that you didn't
have to send alimony anymore?

You're getting married?

Yeah.

(clicks tongue) Mind if I come in?

(chattering)

(loud yawning)

(chattering)

Please be reminded that this creature's
material evidence in a criminal case

and, as such, is due all rights
and privileges of a ward of the court.

Uh, said rights and privileges,
however, do not include

happy hour guest appearances
at Madigan's Bar and Grill.

(laughing)

Midnight forays to Mike's Submarines,
nor unauthorized overnights

at the homes of certain unnamed officers.

-(man clears throat)
-(laughing)

Glad to see you're datin' again, Mick.

(all laughing)

Oh, yeah, sure. Yeah.

All right, come on, eyes front.
We're almost through.

Item 15, regarding arms
and munitions missing

from the National Guard Armory in Newark
that was hit two weekends ago--

As you're all probably aware by now,
said weaponry was located last week

by several of our people
in a warehouse off Niagara Street.

Though we haven't, as yet,
established any solid links,

the present investigation is proceeding
on the, uh, premise of gang activity.

More specifically, that of
Jesse John Hudson and the Black Arrow.

Now, with this in mind, people,
let's keep our antenna tuned, shall we?

All right, the last item brings us

to the annual precincts'
small-arms qualifications

at the Westside Academy
Firing Range tomorrow.

(moaning, chattering)

Ladies and gentlemen,

without recapitulating last year's
embarrassingly substandard performance,

I think you're all aware that
a 57.4 overall accuracy percentage

-does not a crack team make.
-See that? Forget it.

Now, believe me, it's gonna take
a sight better effort than that

to wrest the Kubiak Memorial Trophy
away from that gloating bunch at Midtown

and back to its rightful home upstairs!

(cheering)

So let's be prepared for this one.

And that means,
a good eight hours' sleep tonight

and, uh, a little uncommon temperance
in the beer and, uh, gender department.

(chattering, chuckling)

-All right. That's it. Let's roll.
-(clamoring)

Oh, wait a second!
We're not through here just yet!

Uh, "uncognizant" as I am
of who among you is responsible,

nevertheless, in deference
to our more female coworkers,

I'd like to express my profound dismay
at the peephole discovered.

(men laughing)

Earlier this morning,
channeled from the men's lavatory

into the ladies' powder room.

No. No!

Now, aside from the obvious
vandalistic overtones,

I find this sort of behavior deviant.

-WOMAN: Thank you.
-In the extreme.

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

And hey, hey! Let's be careful out there.

These idiots.

(chattering)

I was adjusting my damn bra.

What would you do if you were
in your little jockstrap or something

and there's some weirdo looking at you
through a hole in the wall--

Wait, what makes you so sure that the hole
was drilled in the ladies' direction?

Man, I've been practicing on tin cans
on a country fence, Lee Van Cleef style.

Draw! (imitating gunfire)

Trust me, this year is gonna be different.

That's right, because this year,
you're gonna lose someone else's money.

Stay with me, oh, my brother.

Uh, Joe?

You think I might be able to interest you
in a small wager

on the qualifications
in shooting tomorrow?

Oh, I don't know. What'd you have in mind?

Well, maybe a small tag team
shootin' match between partners.

Let's say me and Bobby here
against you and Lucille.

-Dollar a point.
-JOE: Dollar a point? I'm al--

Dollar a point!

Best lead per volley,
uh, double for bull's-eyes,

maybe a five-dollar Nassau with an option
to press in the second half.

Bates, Coffey!

I got a neighborly squabble
for you on East Ferry.

Yeah, right there, Sarge. Uh, you're on.

Joe, uh, I think we
gotta think about this.

-Money in the bank, Luce.
-I gotta talk to you.

-Yeah! Your money, my bank!
-Hey, watch it.

HANKS: Hill Street.
Officer Hanks speaking.

(clattering)

-Judas Priest! Hah!
-(man laughing)

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(theme music playing)

I don't know.

You can do a little
girl-watching per se, but, uh,

you would have to be seriously whacked
to go to all this trouble.

Frank, it's just indicative
of the goldarn cancer of permissiveness

that you have allowed
to take root up here.

Morning, Howard.

What's indicative?

Oh, Judas Priest, man. Open your eyes.

This precinct is virtually a petri dish
of laxity and insubordination,

not to mention chronic irreverence
for the art of small-arms marksmanship.

Howard, the men make bets every year
on range qualifications.

Oh, wow.

FURILLO: So, how'd your evening go
with Grace Gardner?

Just fine. Wonderful, in fact.

Couldn't have gone better.

-Why? What did you hear?
-Nothing, Howard.

But you're looking a little ragged
around the edges this morning.

Could I be totally frank

with you, Frank?

Of course, Howard.

HUNTER: The woman's deranged.

Frank, you know me.

I am not a rookie
when it comes to night maneuvers.

I mean, libidinally speaking,

I have been known to snap
a few wet towels in my time.

(chuckles) But this Gardner woman--

I mean, she is a case for the manuals.

Frank. (inhales)

She heats up her body lotion

in her microwave.

I mean, Judas Priest!

How is any right-thinking male
supposed to keep his powder dry

under that kind of ungodly
erotogenic pressure?

Howard, if you're trying to tell me
you experienced a little

momentary equipment failure--

I don't care what you've heard, Frank.

My equipment is as good as any man's,

and I don't wish to discuss this
any further.

Please, Mrs. Santilia,
just try and stay calm.

Two of our officers
should be there any minute.

(man shouting)

Bates, Coffey, I thought you were
on that call to East Ferry.

-Well...
-We were, Sarge.

Until we found these shrimps
ripping off our radio.

Yeah, in the parking lot
in broad daylight.

My, my, aren't we ambitious
early in the morning?

In your nose, Grandpa!
Your mama swims after troop ships!

-Watch it!
-All right,

put 'em in Holding for the time being.

-Come on, all three of you!
-Radio Hill and Renko--

Those kids are members
of the Dragon, Frank.

Former members, it appears.

You really think they've thrown in
with the Black Arrow?

I think they'd like to, Ray.

And if they're any indication
of what's going on out there,

I'd say we have some serious trouble
coming our way.

GOLDBLUME: Frank?

Frank, I have wasted
nearly the entire damn morning

going through those warehouse files.

Yeah, I know, Henry.

It was a good try, but I figured
that warrant would turn out to be a bust.

Fake waybills,
phony addresses and names, yes?

Well, how can someone stash over
half a ton of hot armory and hardware

without leaving some kind of trail?

Well, we didn't expect Hudson
to make things easy for us.

So what now?

Just so your morning
won't be a complete washout,

uh, what say we drop some citations on
that warehouse for creative bookkeeping?

Oh, and see if you can raise
Belker for me, would you?

Yeah.

Two hours a day I spend in my garden,
weeding, pruning, watering.

(shouting) But what do they care?

They play their radios
and collect their welfare checks.

And they don't care about nothing!

-You are uncivilized!
-(shouting)

-You have no culture!
-HILL: Calm down.

If he doesn't hand it over,
I'm gonna go up there and get it myself.

He's the one that's always on my property!

Mr. Popovich, please.

Mr. Popovich, calm down.

How am I supposed to do my job
if you all don't shut up?

Mr. Popovich, please, just calm down.

You're gonna cause a ri--
Mr. Popovich, calm down.

Thirty-five years I live here.

And I won't be chased out
by these animals!

I don't care if you're a man or a woman!
Shut up!

-Yo, Bobby.
-We are not animals.

You know I hate to start off a shift
with these nickel-and-dime beefs.

You think I like it, Renko?

Look, the old guy claims that the kid

stomped half his marigolds
chasing the ball.

Ah, heavens, marigolds and soccer balls.
Ain't that terrible?

You wonder why I'm so hot
to get into plainclothes?

Will you be quiet? Thank you very much!

Now, I think we just oughta negotiate

some kind of unilateral agreement
and get the hell out of here.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

The old guy's gonna need
some kind of token damages--

I think I can squeeze a fin
out of the San Juan contingent.

How do you, uh, say "five dollars"?

-Cinco dólares.
-Cinco dólares.

Okay, Mr. Popovich.

-HILL: It's gonna be settled.
-Cinco dólares Americano.

-Nice negotiations.
-Y'all keep a leash on this ball, boy.

Get out now. Go home. Go home.

-(Hill groaning)
-Go wherever it is you live.

Don't hang around,
bother this old man anymore.

You know, he's got an awful lot
of anger stored up in him.

Well, can you blame him?

How would you feel if your
home turf was being invaded

by a bunch of ill-mannered foreigners?

I wouldn't know, cowboy.

(dispatcher on radio, indistinct)

Hudson's called an emergency meet

of the Weapons Committee
for three o'clock.

Look, I wanna go in there
with a wire, man.

Forget it, Virgil, let's just wait and see
what the warehouse bust gives us.

Nothin'.

That's what it's gonna give us.

Look, man, I've been under
on this operation for nearly nine months.

We don't move now, it's gonna be too late.

Just tell Furillo.
Tell him I want a wire, all right?

-Hit me.
-What?

Don't turn around.
Just hit me, damn it. Hit me now!

(bottles clattering)

Hey, what's happening, Virgil?

Hey, Clay, uh, just cleanin' up
the neighborhood, man.

-That right?
-Yeah.

Stinkin' wino tried
to hit me for my lunch money.

What? Say.

-Look here, boy.
-(grunts)

This here's Black Arrow territory,
owned and operated.

No riffraff allowed.

-Especially white riffraff.
-(grunts)

CLAY (laughing):
Come on. Let's hit it, bro.

MAN: Yeah.

-(groans)
-Come on.

(laughing)

(moans)

(door opening)

-You okay?
-Yeah.

I just got this from Division, Mick.

Three positive IDs off those prints
Virgil got from Hudson's inner circle.

-Oh, yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

One of them's an ex-Green Beret
named Jenkins

who's wanted for manslaughter in Oakland.

The other two, Tabbs and Ferris,
did some time in Michigan.

You figure we can, uh,
bust Hudson on a parole beef?

Uh-huh.

Consorting with known felons.

We stand an excellent chance if we can get
Virgil into that meeting with a wire.

Captain, these Black Arrow guys
play for keeps.

They waste people.

I'm aware of that, Mick.

So is Virgil,
or he wouldn't want them so badly.

Captain, Virgil is such a gung-ho type.

Why can't we wait
till something sure comes along?

Okay, I'll have him
wired up this afternoon.

I just wanted you to know that
I don't feel good about the whole thing.

I know you don't, Mick. Neither do I.

-Phillip.
-Howard.

It seems I've drained
the last of the java.

I trust there's no hard feelings, Phil.

Of course not, Howard.
I'll just, uh, brew a fresh pot.

I was referring to our situation
vis-à-vis the Gardner woman.

Rest easy, Howard.

Our estrangement is quite unconditional.

Orthopedically speaking,
it couldn't have come too soon.

(chuckles)

Yeah, well, after last night's soirée,
I couldn't concur with you more.

Why? What happened last night?

Nothing, Phil.
(chuckles) Absolutely nothing.

Well, congratulations, Howard.

In view of the woman's insatiable needs,

that must qualify as an all-time first.

Doggone it, Phil.

I have proven myself a first-rate nimrod
from Dartmouth to Da Nang,

and I'll be damned if I'll be crucified
for one wet squib.

(mug clatters)

-How've you been, Howard?
-Wouldn't you like to know?

-What's eating him?
-Well, Fay...

To put it bluntly, Grace Gardner.

Grace Gardner? With Howard Hunter?

Mm-hmm.
Fate makes strange bedfellows of us all.

Only two weeks ago, I never imagined
I'd be seeing Margaret again.

-Your ex-wife Margaret?
-Mm-hmm.

I stopped over to help her
install her storm windows

and ended up staying for dinner.

After six months on the carnal frontiers
with Grace Gardner,

you've no idea what a joy it is
to spend the night with a woman--

just sleeping.

-That's called "domesticity," Phil.
-(Phil chuckling)

Oh. Hiya, Mac. What's the good word?

Well, it's four centerline tickets
for the Sabre game.

Oh, great!
Oh, I'd like you to meet Fay Furillo.

-How do you do, Fay?
-Hello.

-You're the captain's missus?
-Former.

Oh, well, in that case, Fay,
do you like contact sports?

Is your friend aware
that he's propositioning a woman

engaged to be married in ten days?

No! Well, who's the lucky fellow?

His name is Hal Massey.

Oh, he's running for reelection
for the school board.

Oh, nice going, Fay.
You finally bagged a live one.

Phil!

-(laughing)
-Francis must be happy as a clam.

Well, he is.
And, in fact, that's why I came by today.

I want to invite you both
to the reception.

Oh, thank you. How civilized.

And congratulations.

Thank you, Phil.

Say hi to Margaret for me, okay?

-It was nice meeting you, Mac.
-The pleasure was totally mine, Fay.

-I'm just sorry it didn't happen sooner.
-(laughs)

-Bye-bye.
-Goodbye.

(Mac groaning)

Oh, Phil! (chuckling)

And so the women come and go,
speaking of Michelangelo.

(chuckles) Chin up, MacAllister.

Amour-wise,
it's a wide and woolly world out there.

(chuckling)

(tapping on window)

-Can I see you for a minute, Captain?
-Sure. Come on in.

I was wondering if you knew
what was going on in this Downey case.

They make a deal with the D.A. or what?

Not to my knowledge.

You know, it's a hell of a thing, Frank.

You nail some drugged-out,
two-buck mattress buster,

and all of a sudden
they got you under a microscope.

What can I tell you, Ben?

You know, my wife's a great gal.
You'd love her, Frank.

I've been on the vice squad
for almost five years now,

and, you know, she hasn't squawked once.

But even she's getting edgy.

It's like having a sword over your head
or something.

I know.

But the department has to investigate
all charges against its officers.

-You know that, too.
-Yeah, I guess.

So just go about your business,

and I'll keep you apprised
of what happens, okay?

(sighs)

Thanks, Frank. I mean it.

(clears throat)

How are you, Joyce?

Fine. Yourself?

Sitting on a rainbow.

That's good.

What can I do for you?

I've just come back from the D.A.'s office
about Susan Downey.

Mm-hmm.

They're looking to plea-bargain.

Assistant D.A. Ramsey, I believe it was,

said they'd reduce charges if we wouldn't
press our Ben Lambert complaint.

I couldn't figure out why
they'd give a damn about Ben Lambert

at this stage of the game,

unless you talked to them.

I reviewed the case with them, yes.

Well, I told your Mr. Ramsey no deal.
We fight all the way.

You have to do what you think is right,
counselor.

Frank, I need an objective viewpoint,

an opinion I value.

Come on. I'll buy you a hot dog.

Dispatch, we got a replay on that
neighbor squabble on East Ferry.

What say let's send Hill and Renko out

to domesticate the situation
once and for all?

Tell me about Lambert. What's he like?

Good cop.
Not exceptional, but good. Solid.

-He's a family man. Clean record.
-That's it?

Those are a lot better credentials
than Susan Downey's.

You know, job description
of topless waitress

does not exactly generate
a lot of character references.

Frank, I really ran the number on her.

Women's rights.
The importance of assertion.

Her rights and responsibilities
as an individual.

The entire party line.

She just sat there,
blown away by the big-shot lawyer,

and all but delivered herself
into my hands.

-So what's your problem?
-(bell tolling)

Am I being so stiff-necked about my ideals
that I'm harming my client?

I wouldn't call you stiff-necked,
counselor.

As I recall, your neck's--

Sorry. That wasn't exactly proper.

(sighs) If she's telling the truth
and we take the deal,

then Lambert gets swept under the carpet
without even a reprimand,

and Susan Downey becomes
just another victim

flushed down the system's toilet.

Exactly right.

But if you don't take the plea
and you lose--

Then she's doing time,
and I'm kicking myself.

But that's a given in every case.

The point is, Susan Downey
should not have to be compromised,

and neither should I.

-What he did to her sickens me.
-If he's guilty.

You wanna know something?

Whether you win or lose,

we're never gonna know,

not for sure.

How've you been, Frank? Really.

I've been missing you.

Me too.

Joyce, I didn't dislike what we had.

It just made me want so much more.

There are men in my life who'd kill
to have what you had.

I only wish it'd been enough for me.
It wasn't.

Thanks for the hot dog, pizza man.

(angry shouting)

MAN: Old man, what are you gonna do
with that bat?

Who do you want this time?

Well, I'll take the white man,
and you take the third world.

-Get out of my way, pal.
-Back off.

Get out of my way, get out of my way.

Let us through,
let us through, let us through.

Now, I thought we cleaned this mess up.

Stay away from me!

-Hey, hey, hey, no problem.
-Now, you put that bat down.

Do you have any idea
what the penalties are

for wielding a bat like that
at an officer of the law?

Tell them! Tell them!
Because they're all just animals!

-Understand?
-My son was doing nothing!

And this-- this animal came after him
calling him filthy names!

Hey, do you expect me to believe
that he's the only one doing this?

Come on.

M-- Mr. Popovich,
we have got to talk about this.

All I was doing was playing my tape deck

-while I was waxing my brother's car, man.
-Okay, son, all right.

These people are your neighbors,
whether you like it or not.

Now look, I know how you feel--

being the last white man
in the neighborhood and all.

And if these jokers have committed
some kind of a crime--

(chattering)

-Shut up!
-WOMAN: There he goes!

WOMAN: There he goes!
He's crazy, I told you.

Get behind the fence. Behind the fence.
Everybody, behind the fence.

Mr. Popovich, will you open up this door?

Now, I'm-- I'm a police officer.
You're required by law--

WOMAN: Now, you guys,
every time you always say--

-Bobby...
-HILL: Behind the gate, everybody.

Son, that's you, too. Behind the gate.

Gun, Renko!

(helicopter whirring)

(siren blaring)

GOLDBLUME: He's in the house
with a shotgun, Frank.

Our guys are okay.
We got a wounded kid in the line of fire.

Can't get to him.
We don't know if he's alive.

There's been no motion from the house,

and the old man hasn't responded
to the bullhorn.

Hunter's setting up a field phone now
to contact him.

-I got the paramedic.
-Can you tell if he's still alive?

-I just got here.
-Well, work on it then, will you?

-FRANK: Henry.
-I'm here, Frank.

I got a number here for Popovich.

FRANK: 555-3501.

Hill? 555-3501.

Right.

This is Hunter at the scene,
acknowledging your circuit, Frank.

We've secured the perimeters. Over.

Outstanding, Howard.

Henry, you tell me,
how do you want to handle this?

As slow and easy as I can, Frank.

Once we establish a line of dialog,
we can go in there and bring the boy out.

Frank, Henry, one word, please.

That boy has to be desanguinating
at a horrendous rate.

HUNTER: And I repeat,
we don't have the time for slow and easy.

Now just let my boys lay down
a little lead umbrella.

We'll sweep right under, pick that boy up,
and presto-- home free.

What do you think, Henry?

Evacuation isn't complete.

There's still people
in the surrounding buildings.

Okay, that's out, Howard.

Henry, all I can say is initiate contact
as quickly as possible.

-Will do.
-HILL: It's ringing, Henry.

But he's not picking up.

MAN: Hey, Simmon, get down here!

A waste of time, Henry.

(sighs)

Maybe you're right, Howard.

Maybe just trying to talk to the man
is a waste of time.

Hey, now your crosshairs are lining up.

We'll deploy a strike force

and use the new Cyclops urban warfare
grenade launcher.

It'll be zappo, zilch.

Please, Howard. No strike force, not yet.

Joe, will you hand me that bullhorn
in the front seat?

-JOE: Right, Lieutenant.
-How's the boy?

PARAMEDIC: Can't tell.

He hasn't moved in five,
maybe six minutes.

Mr. Popovich?

My name is Henry Goldblume.

I'm gonna come out there and get the boy.

Judas.

HENRY: I won't be armed. I'll come alone.

I'll pick him up and bring him back here.
Okay, Mr. Popovich?

If the need arises, Henry,
you won't go down unanswered.

Thanks a million, Howard.

(helicopters whirring)

-(siren blaring)
-Hey! Get out of here!

WOMAN: Arturo! (sobbing)

Arturo! (shouting)

Arturo!

(siren blaring)

You really showed 'em
the size of your brass, Henry.

I'm proud of you.

The kid's dead, Howard.

I don't know, Captain.

Virgil was supposed
to show up at 2:00 for his wire.

It's now almost 2:20.

FURILLO: You have any reason
to smell anything wrong, Mick?

Not really.

Damn it. I didn't like this, Captain.
I told him we should pull out.

I know you did, Mick. But for all we know,

he went down to his car
and somebody boosted his battery.

Let me go find him, Captain.

No, no, no. Wait.

Just ten more minutes.
If he doesn't show, then go after him.

But be careful. Be careful.

FURILLO: Keep Ray apprised
of your whereabouts.

Do you think Virgil is all right?

He's late.

That's all.
There's nothing more to it, Ray.

All right.

HUDSON: There's one thing
you learn in the joint.

Ain't no such thing as loyalty.

Someone would always
sell you out for a price.

So it didn't surprise me when someone
told 'em where we put the guns.

The only question is, who?

Was it you, Earl?

(chuckling)

No. (chuckling)

I know this man since he was a little boy.

Now, it had to be

someone who was on the Weapons Committee

or someone who was told by someone
on the Weapons Committee.

Baby, when you lie down with traitors,
you are a traitor.

I didn't know, Jesse.

You sure must have pleased
this girl a whole lot.

You made her betray the brotherhood.

And when you betray the brotherhood,
you pay the price.

I don't know who you are, boy.

Maybe a cop. Maybe a fed.

All I know is I got history
with these people.

I ain't got nothing with you.

(cocks gun)

Afraid to die, Virgil?

Are you holding it together?

Or are your legs getting weak

and your mouth going dry?

Answer me, boy!

You're gonna do it.

You're gonna do it, do it.

(spits) Do it!

Oh, yeah,

I'm gonna do it, Virgil.

(chuckles) You know I'm gonna do it.

Look at me, girl.

You're weak, baby,

and I will not tolerate weakness.

(crying) No, Jesse!

-(gunshot)
-No!

(gun cocking)

As far as I'm concerned,
it's cut-and-dried.

With that boy dead,

I suggest that we just
saturate that target with tear gas

and drive him out of there.

Let me try and make contact
with him one more time.

(sighs) Henry, I am not insensitive
to your humanitas,

but this is my operation,
and I think at this point in time--

Mr. Popovich.

Yeah, this is Sergeant Henry Goldblume.

I'm the one who pulled the boy
off the street.

Uh, look, Mr. Popovich,
I know how you must be feeling right now,

and I thought maybe I'd come over there,
maybe we could talk about the situation.

MR. POPOVICH: Stay away from my house
if you want to live.

Mr. Popovich, I'm not your enemy.

Let me come over there.
We can talk easier there.

-MR. POPOVICH: No. No.
-I'm-- I'm coming over.

-You can't.
-Great. He says he's gonna kill himself.

-I can't give you approval to go in there.
-Howard.

Henry, you are dealing with a demented,
suicidal psychopath.

He's demonstrated his willingness
to kill people without provocation.

-I'll keep that in mind, Howard.
-Oh, good.

(door opens)

Mr. Popovich?

-Sit down.
-(clock ticking)

What is your name?

-Henry Goldblume, sir.
-Jew, huh?

Well, pour yourself a drink.

(sighs)

(sighs) Well, Mr. Popovich,

looks like we've got
a hell of a situation here.

I thought maybe we should talk it through
before it gets any more out of hand.

Nothing to talk about.

I'm figuring to kill myself.

You're Catholic, aren't you, Mr. Popovich?

So?

Suicide's a mortal sin, isn't it?
You go straight to hell.

Shut up!

I want a sermon, I'll go to mass.

Do you have a family, Mr. Popovich?

MR. POPOVICH: Had. Had a family.

When Mary and me were raising up
our little ones,

this was a nice neighborhood.

I could send my daughter, Lebushka,

down to the grocery store
for milk any time,

day or night.

There was this Polish bakery.

They made fresh bread every day.

You would bring it home
still warm from the oven.

Now you go to the supermarket,
you pay $1.80-- for what?

A loaf of chemical garbage.

People used to keep up their places.

Now?

You got the niggers, and spics,

and gypsies,
and there is garbage all over,

and no one gives a damn about it anymore.

No one.

I see them going to the bathroom
in doorways, for God's sake.

Nobody gives a damn

about human life.

Nobody.

You know...

they poisoned my dog. (sobbing)

(sobbing) My dog.

I found him right out front in my garden.

HENRY: I'm sorry.

Now you tell me, what's the sense?

I work hard all my life,
and I hate it living like this!

It doesn't have to be this way,
Mr. Popovich.

They're gonna send me to the gas chamber

for killing that boy.

You didn't kill him.

He's just wounded.

Now, I'm gonna be straight
with you, Mr. Popovich.

You'll probably have to go to jail
for a bit.

No jail.

Look around you.

You're already in jail.

You got three locks on the doors.
You got bars on the windows.

You can't even go out after dark.

Give yourself up, Mr. Popovich.

I promise you, you'll go to
a-a minimum-security prison farm upstate.

You could even have
your own garden up there.

Go away now.

Why don't I just sit here?

I said go away!

I'll wait for you out on the porch.

Mr. Popovich,

whichever way it goes,

I enjoyed our talk.

(chattering on radio)

MAN ON RADIO: I also have one female
in the R & P tank.

Can I have a time check?

Nothing.

Let's go.

Let's go, Mr. Popovich.

I can't condone your actions, Henry.

Nevertheless, it was a first-rate job.

How'd you pull it off?

I lied through my teeth to him, Howard.

I told you, but you wouldn't listen.

I told you we should have pulled him out
of there right after the warehouse bust.

I begged you.

And on the phone, when he didn't show up
for his wire, you kept telling me to wait.

Mick, it wouldn't have changed anything.

MICK: How do we know that?

He had it all ahead of him,
and you threw his life away.

His death is on your head.

They all are, Mick.

Ray, put out a warrant
for Jesse John Hudson's arrest.

Get him for consorting.
Get him for anything, but get him.

All right.

-(grunts)
-Come here!

Freeze! All right. Get him. Come on!

What the hell's going on here?

I got a warrant for your arrest.

Hey, you must be joking!

-WOMAN: Jesse.
-Check the bedroom.

Jesse, what's going on out there?

-WOMAN (yelping): Jesse!
-Don't move. Hold it.

WASHINGTON: Just keep your hands in view,
baby, and everything'll be just cool.

All right, baby.
Don't worry about a thing.

Okay, let's see here.

(humming)

WOMAN: Hey, wait. That's my purse.
Get out of my purse.

Oh, my.

-JD: What are these, honey?
-Hey. Please.

They're prescription for migraine.

Then you have a pharmacy label?

Neal, looks like we have
illegal narcotic substances here.

I told you never to bring anything
in here-- not even an aspirin.

I know they're Mickey Mouse charges,
but what other choice do I have?

Listen. Listen!

I watched three years of hard-won treaties
go right down the toilet

because your office felt it was
politically inadvisable-- and I quote--

"to lean on Jesse John Hudson."

So while you play patty-cake
with the mayor--

You bet I'm hot!

I've got a dead cop on my hands,

and I had to break the news to his mother
that her son was executed

by a man who is putting down
a $200 bond on charges

about as serious
as spitting on the sidewalk.

I pushed violation of parole
because I had no other choice.

You know, I don't give a damn about heat
from the mayor's office.

You're the chief. You handle it.

A perfectly understandable outburst,
Francis.

Nevertheless, discretion-wise,

why don't you let me draft a little note
of apology to the chief for you?

We could send it down to Division
in the night pouch.

Good idea, Phil. Thanks.

You got it.

Henry, what are you doing here?

I could ask you the same thing.

Well, I don't have a wife
and kid to go home to.

Well, it seems that I don't, either.

In my office.

About three or four times over the years,

whenever I've been

particularly moody or uncommunicative,

Rachel's asked me if I've
been seeing another woman.

I always say no. She'd always believe me.

She knows I'd never lie to her.

But...

tonight we were at dinner, and, uh--

The fact is,
I have been spending time with

this other woman.

And Rachel suddenly looked me
right in the eye and asked me.

I didn't have to say a word.

She knew. It was written all over my face.

Marone.

Do you believe that?
1981, she gives me the boot.

What are you gonna do?

(sighs) I got a lot of paperwork
I thought I'd catch up on

and then find a motel for the night.

To hell with paperwork, Henry.

Come on. I'll buy you a beer.

You can come home and bunk
on my couch for the night.

Sure it's not a bother?

No bother.

Slept on a few couches myself.

(closing theme playing)