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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

He grabbed me,
and stuffed money down my shirt.

And then he said he was a cop.

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

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

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

They're looking to plea-bargain.

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

I have some coconut rum lotion
I'm dying to try out.

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.

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, uh,
do you like contact sports?

Tonight we were at dinner, and, uh--

The fact is,
I have been spending time with...

this other woman.

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.

(gun cocks)

Afraid to die, Virgil?

They found Virgil Brooks.

What do you mean "found"?

Shot in the head. Execution style.

(chattering)

Having previously gone on record
as opposing these unauthorized and, uh,

simian departures from precinct protocol,

I nevertheless feel compelled
to acknowledge

the aforementioned creature's appearance
in municipal court yesterday

as material witness for the prosecution.

Said appearance resulting
in his owner's conviction on 16 charges

of conspiracy, purse-snatching
and receiving stolen property.

(cheering)

Of which, Baby,

the officers of this precinct

have, uh, requested me to bestow upon you
this official garment

as a token of their esteem.

(cheering)

Baby, stand up. Stand up.

(wolf whistles)

An appropriate domicile
has been found for Baby

at, uh, Syd's Jungle Safari Park.

That's 20 miles out Route 16
in the township of Brighton.

So, uh, don't be strangers.

Looks like you're dressing
your little brother

to go to church or something, Belker.

MAN: All right.

(all cheering and applauding)

RENKO: You wanna take my partner
to the jungle park?

All right, come on, come on.
Eyes front. Eyes front.

Item 12, regarding the inordinate amount
of intramural wages being laid

on the precinct's small arms
qualifications to be held this afternoon.

This is serious exercises
we're speaking of, people.

Not some sort of ballistic bowling
for dollars.

Let us, therefore,
at the very least, endeavor to keep

the spreadsheets off the upstairs
assignment board, shall we?

Item 13: Operation Jezebel.

All parties assigned to this morning's
hooker sweep of Allen Street

should report immediately after roll call
to Lieutenant Hunter

at the south end
of the precinct parking area.

For those of you who may have been under
your blow-dryers when this memo went out,

that means Hill, Renko, Coffey, Bates,

Coley, Lyle, Ellis, Shaw, Sirwell.

As you all have probably heard,
we lost a man last night.

Detective First Class
Virgil Patterson Brooks.

I realize that Officer Brooks was unknown
to the majority of you,

due to the undercover nature of his work
these past nine months,

but you can take it from me,
he was one of our best.

Now, we'll arrange for his body
to be flown back to his family in Memphis

for burial this Friday.

Now, those of you wishing
to send condolences

will find the address posted
on the upstairs board.

Okay, let's roll. And for God's sake,

be careful out there.

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)

What is this, El Salvador?

I mean, big deal, I was out
at Coley's last night.

Hey, it's cool, man.

The cat had just mentioned that he ran
into you at the bar, that's all.

Yeah, sure. So where am I supposed to go
to line up new talent, huh?

Bowling alleys? Pizza stands?

Hey, look, lover, it's your wagon.

I had four lousy tonic waters
and one sip of the stew's mai tai.

And why don't you mind your own
damn business, Buchanan?

All I'm saying is I was feeling
kind of sick this morning.

Well, it's too bad the bet you made
doesn't have a virus clause, hmm?

Too bad my life doesn't have
a Renko clause.

Renko, don't tell me that you're having
second thoughts about the shooting match.

Dream on, tuna.

The only second thoughts I'm having

is how much of your paycheck
I'm gonna blow tonight.

Two to one?

Hey, you didn't tell me
you were favored 2-to-1.

-Am I really?
-Yeah, look here, 2-to-1 odds for--

You think some geek with a wild hair
and a nose full of dust

is gonna give you odds in an alley shoot?

Judas. Webster, would you inform the men
that Operation Jezebel

is running five minutes late because
of this .38 caliber quiniela?

Of course, there's some types that
would bet on the invasion of Normandy

if they got the right spread.

No offense, Frank. I can't help wondering
if maybe you're a little overextended.

How so?

Everything okay on the personal front?

Just fine.

You know, Frank,

when I was ramrodding the 23rd Precinct--

I was the youngest captain
they'd ever had there, by the way.

It was right around the time your Negroes
and your Hispanics

were starting to kick up a fuss
about discrimination in the department.

Well, there was a lot of resistance
to them at the time.

And I don't mind telling you

that as a young liberal,
I was under a hell of a lot of pressure.

So, in the middle of all this,

the brotherhood of Italian police officers
started to bust my chops.

Well, that really frosted my flakes.

So, I got their ringleader into my office,
and I dropped him.

Told him I didn't care if he was connected
to the godfather himself.

No bunch of hotheaded dagos--

Sorry, Frank, Italians--
was gonna tell Fletcher P. Daniels

how the hell to run his precinct.

Damn, I was hot!

-(laughs)
-Point being?

(laughs) Well, the point being, Frank,

I wasn't pacing myself.

I was overtired.

I had some problems
at home with the missus.

I was afraid I'd flunk
the commander's test.

Are you suggesting that my attempts

to take Jesse John Hudson
out of circulation

are some sort of misplaced anger?

I'm only saying it might have been
more prudent

to have given him a little more rope
and let him hang himself.

How much more?

He's already guilty of two gang murders,

an armory job,
and the execution of one of my men.

Frank, bring me proof
of any of these allegations,

and you know that I'll support you
tighter than a brown jockstrap.

So what are you telling me?

That the D.A. is going
to recommend dismissal?

(groans)

What I'm telling you is,

that there's only one party
that can come out ahead in this mess,

and that's Jesse John Hudson.

Consider it, my friend. That's all I ask.

You oughta know better than to sneak up
on my backhand like that, Furillo.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't it
take two people to play this sport?

I don't trust myself with a blunt
instrument around people this morning.

Besides, I had my fill of gamesmanship
at the courthouse this morning.

The Susan Downey case.

Great system of justice
we work with, Frank.

I take it that means
you went for the plea bargain.

Don't worry, Furillo.

That cop of yours came out
smelling like a rose.

Too bad you weren't down there.

I could have used some help explaining
to my client why she should feel lucky

getting off with only a misdemeanor
after being assaulted in a parking lot.

If there'd been any evidence
against Lambert,

you wouldn't have made
the deal in the first place.

Easy for you to say.
You didn't have to watch her break down

on the courthouse steps.

Oh, come on, Joyce.
I was after the truth just as much as you.

It was simply a matter
of her word against his.

What are you so angry about?

You plea bargain 10 cases a month
worse than this one.

I don't know, Frank.

I was angry even before
I woke up this morning.

Sleeping alone will do that to you.

I'll ignore the presumption
of that remark.

Oh, come on. I wasn't asking for the moon.

All I want is an open rela--

Relationship, I know.

I have been listening to the same broken
record ever since our first overnight.

Open relationship.

You wouldn't have to
if you weren't so stubborn.

Stubborn? Stubborn?

That's funny coming from a man
with a boilerplate between his ears.

Or need I remind you who initiated
this little separation.

Because I'm sick and tired of playing
second-string to a legal career?

Because just once,
I'd like to kiss you in public

without your screaming,
"Conflict of interest."

Conflict of interest
could soil us both, my friend.

We had a pretty good thing going,
pizza man, and you screwed it up.

And that's what's wrong with that.

Come on, Joyce. We're in a fishbowl here.

But I thought you wanted
an open relationship, Frank.

I'm sorry, sir, but, uh, you can't be
on the court in your street shoes.

Do you mind, huh? Do you mind?

What do you want me to do, Frank?
Rent a billboard?

Put an ad in the personals?

Drive down to City Hall screaming
I have carnal knowledge

of an Italian precinct captain?

If the need arises, counselor,

I'm sure you'll think of something.

(condescending chuckle)

Bye, baby.

-Well?
-(chattering)

(horn honking)

(sirens wailing)

(police radio chatter)

Oh, I can't believe it.
They're not gonna run.

HILL: Hold it. Easy. The hunt is all over.

-Let's go. Come on, Jasmine.
-Well, how's tricks, my friends?

What do you say we go have

-a little bit of brunch?
-You got it all wrong.

We were just getting some rays over there.
That's all.

And I suppose that clown that just
pulled away was your tanning consultant.

-Hi, girls.
-(women groaning)

-Come on.
-I'm sorry.

Lucy, I don't wanna go down there.

You know, a big blond dominant type like
yourself can make a fortune on the street.

-Hey, you behave yourself.
-No, I mean it.

A little Spanish rouge,

-you could write your own ticket.
-Farrah, shut up.

MAN: Right over here.

Here is the coach that's gonna take
my little princesses to dinner

at the Maison de Hill Street.

This is a bogus beef, and you know it.

No, this is Section 415 of the penal code,
creating a public nuisance.

This is the last time I'm gonna do
a bachelor party for you or your friends.

You want a nuisance, big boy?
I'll give you a--

(yells)

(clamoring, yelling)

-You're losing your bust, Luce.
-I got it.

-(tires skid)
-MAN: Watch out, you moron!

(dog barking)

Is that kind of food spicy?

Would someone please retrieve this woman?

Oh, nothing for you
to be concerned about, Grace.

It's just a desperate fille de joie
being run down by one of my, uh,

persons.

Now, tell me about this Danish film
that you got tickets to.

-(siren wailing in distance)
-(door opens)

BATES: Lori?

Come on down. Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Lori? What is the big deal?

Fifty dollars bail,
you're gonna be outta here by--

Lori.

Are you gonna come here,
or do I have to come get you?

(whimpering)

Are you listenin' to me?

Lucy, let this stuff take effect,
and I promise.

Put it down, Lori.

Right now, I mean it.

I haven't scored in two days.
My whole damn body's crampin' up.

Lucy, please, you know I'm gonna be
in that place for hours. Lucy--

Lori, I can't let ya. I just can't.
Not right in front of me.

Well, then just turn around for a second!

(sobbing) I'm beggin' you, man.

Lucy, last time I was in that damn cell,
I almost hung myself.

You saw me, man. You know how it was.

For God sakes, would you just please
just turn around for a second?

(sniffles) Lucy, please.

(sobbing continues)

(breathing heavily)

(gasps)

COFFEY: Lucy?

Lucy? Lucy, where are you?

What the hell happened?

Uh, I lost her.

When I found her, she was like this.

All right. Just stay with her.

All right, ladies.
Right this way, come on.

Move it out. Move it out.

See, the problem is,
when something like this happens,

and if they see me like this,
then they may take me out for a day.

-I'm sorry.
-Are you buying or just browsing, Fido?

-I'm really sorry.
-Get in there. I'm sick of this!

Nice hands, son. Real nice.

J.D., can't you do something about this?

I mean, we're just selling
a service to the public.

It came down from Division, baby.
My hands are tied.

Don't you wish, lover man.

Hey, hey, I don't like it any better
than they do.

-Well, J.D., would you get Lamont--
-Come on, Buffy.

-and tell him to get his butt down here?
-Let's go, Buffy.

I have to pick up my kid at day care
by 3:00.

-Right. You got it.
-Buffy, move it.

Hunter must be kiddin', man.

She gonna be all right?

They wouldn't tell me.

Look, Lucy, I know you're thinking

if you could have been there
just one minute sooner,

you could have stopped her,
but you weren't.

So try and forget about it, huh?

Yeah.

I better get back.

Real Folies Bergère
you got going here today.

Well, hello, Mac.
What are you doing up here?

Oh, nothing much, Freemason.

I just thought I'd come up
and take my best buddy to lunch.

Lunch?

Yeah, it's a meal, Phil.
It comes between breakfast and dinner.

Well, I appreciate the offer,
but I don't go to lunch.

Oh, come on, joker.
Everybody goes to lunch.

Well, this might seem hard to believe,

but I haven't been out of this squad room
for lunch in, uh--

My God, it must be nearly three years.

Tell him nothing exotic, huh?
We haven't got all day.

LaRue and Washington, they're gonna make
a pit stop on the way over.

-What do you say?
-I'm not hungry.

Come on, Mick.

We've been at it since 7:30
this morning without a bite.

Okay, Henry.

Let me have, uh, Bermuda onion
and sardine on pumpernickel,

side of anchovies and a couple
of kosher pickles, full sour.

He says Bermuda onion
and sardine on pumpernickel.

Bermuda onion and sardine on pumpernickel.

And a couple of kosher pickles, full sour.

That's disgusting.
The man lives on sewage.

Okay, Henry, what about yourself?

Uh, brisket on a kaiser,
side of horseradish and a cream soda.

Okay, got it. Be there in a half an hour.

(chuckles)
And you talk about how us brothers eat.

No wonder they feel persecuted.

MAN: All right, let's go, Kathy.
In there, have a seat.

-Come on. Right through here.
-That's a metal detector?

Yeah, you've been through it enough times.
Just pretend you're at the airport.

-Got a problem here or what?
-Ain't got no problem here, honey.

Just this little ol' thing is all.

Blade!

(clamoring)

He done told me to hand over all my metal.

Don't let me ruin your manicure now.
So just drop it, all right?

I wasn't gonna cut nobody. I swear it.

-All right.
-I was just taking it out of my getup

-so the metal detector wouldn't go off.
-All right, baby.

-'Cause she was done searching me.
-Watch it. Watch it, girl.

-Watch your mouth!
-I was just taking it out of my getup

-so the metal detector wouldn't catch me.
-Cool it, Renko.

-I'm in no mood for this stuff. I mean it.
-No big deal, Lucy.

You know, you're lucky it wasn't
a flamethrower or something.

-That's perfect. I gotta listen to this?
-Yes, you do.

I make one crummy little mistake,
and I gotta listen to this.

-Everybody makes mistakes, Luce.
-That is just perfect. No, not everybody.

Because this time,
it's me that made the mistake. The woman.

-That's right.
-HILL: Oh, come on, Bates. Come on.

Calm down.
Bobby didn't mean anything by that.

What are you telling me to calm down for?

-Tell Heckle and Jeckle to calm down.
-Hey, knock off the Heckle and Jeckle.

Can you believe this bull?

If you want me to handle
your beefs, I'll handle 'em.

What the hell's happening here?

Nothing's happening, Lieutenant.

Your foot!
What's the matter with your foot?

She stepped on my foot
when I was on patrol.

Your foot, your arm, your everything.
Come on, let's get to work!

Francis, a moment of your time.

I-I just want you to know that, uh,
I'm going out to lunch.

Okay.

Well, unless you think I oughtn't.

Uh, no, that's fine, Phil. Go right ahead.

You know, I've never gone out to lunch.

Well, not as long as
I've been on the Hill, anyway.

Give it a try.

Oh, the squad room could turn into chaos.

Phil, take a look out there.

(chattering)

-Oh, wow!
-(glass breaks)

I'll just be an hour.

Bon appétit.

I'll leave a number just in case.

Good idea.

(chattering continues)

Brisket, Goldblume.

Ham and cheese, pour moi.

Septic surprise, Belker.

-Beef tongue?
-Hey, that's mine, babe.

Beef tongue, right.

Yeah, right.

Look at this place, Neal.
I mean, look at us.

We're working in a lousy dump,
eating garbage out of wax paper.

What kind of a life is that?

Hey, we serve and protect, babe.
Serve and protect.

Yeah, well, you know,
couldn't we serve and protect

at, like, the Fontainebleau in Miami

or maybe run security
at the Kahala Hilton?

Think about that.

Hey, man, we could put out a few
discreet feelers, you know.

Become security analysts.

Hell, we'll take Belker along
for the rodent problem.

Hey, why don't you lighten up
on the dude, huh, man?

Just trying to cheer the man up,
that's all.

(growling)

All right. Okay.

You're the one who dragged us
to that encounter weekend.

You're the one who's always talking about

communication being the key
to understanding.

And now one little problem,

and you're the one who's refusing
to articulate their feelings.

(woman, indistinct)

Now doesn't that strike you as being
grossly hypocritical? Doesn't it?

RACHEL (over phone):
No, it doesn't strike me that way.

Rachel? Hey, look.

-I didn't mean-- Rachel.
-RACHEL: Look, I'm just saying

-I am hanging up.
-Do not hang up.

Hanging up is a denial of my human rights,
not to mention my spousal rights.

-And it's an emascu--
-(hangs up, dial tone)

You tried hittin' her, Henry?

Great, John. You're a huge help.

I know my women, Henry.

Your women?

You haven't had a meaningful relationship
with a woman

since your mother quit breast-feeding you.

Hey, hey!

Not true, my man. Not true.

I got a lot of love in me.

It takes more than one woman to handle it.

I got to have multiples for the spillage.

-You can say that again, lover.
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, what's shakin'
with Hudson anyway, man?

Nothin', the slimebag's been holed up
ever since he made bail last night.

LARUE: Hey, that's a nice-looking
set of wheels.

Yeah, belongs to that blond lawyer
he's been racking with.

She showed up about 5:00 this morning.
Hasn't come out since.

Hey, he's a stallion.
Gotta give him credit for that.

Hey, why don't you guys
grab some Z's, man?

Me and J.D., we can take over from here.

I'm not leaving this scum, Washington.
Not till his arraignment goes through.

Hey, look, Mick.

I know how you feel
about Virgil and all that, man--

MICK: No, you don't.

Hey, hwy, someone's coming out.

BELKER: Oh, it's the lawyer, McBride.

WASHINGTON: I don't know, babe.
She just doesn't look right to me.

(car engine starts)

(tires skid, horn honks)

Dame's gonna kill somebody
driving around like that.

WASHINGTON: Oh, man, I'd better call in
to have her pulled over.

(tires squealing, skidding)

Hey, what's goin' on out here? Hey!

Better call for an ambulance.

Mm-mmm.

Well, that sure beats
brown-bagging it at the station.

Thank you, Mac.

My pleasure, Phil.

Look, maybe we can make lunch here
kinda like a regular thing, huh?

I really think I'd like that.
Regular lunch with a good buddy?

Yes, I think I'd like that quite a bit.

Good.

You know, Phil, like most guys,

I'm a little clumsy
in the sentiment department.

I just wanted you to know that,

well, I've appreciated your friendship
in the past few weeks.

Nah, you don't have to be embarrassed.

I, myself, would have never
made it through the month

without somebody like you to talk to.

God, you know, we're a lot alike, Phil.
I mean, I tried it all, too.

I mean, just like you're doing now.

God, Joan and I broke up, and, uh--

Hell, it was the bars,
the one-night stands,

then the cruising, you know.

After Margaret and I broke up,
with Cindy and Grace Gardner,

I hardly had the energy to walk,
much less cruise.

(chuckling)

I know what you mean, you were kind of up
to your earflaps in women, huh?

(chuckles) Yeah.

You know, the only trouble with that is

you kind of feel like there's something
missing in your life, you know?

Hmm. You know, I think you're right.

You know, Phil, I may be misreading
this situation, I know,

but when I first met you,
I-I sensed another persona in you.

Uh, an identity that was kind of waiting
to be released.

Hmm. Another persona, huh?

That's very perceptive of you, Mac.

Do you realize I've spent
nearly my entire adult life

being regarded by people
as just another guy in a blue uniform?

(chuckles) You look great
in a uniform, Phil,

but what's important it seems is--

I don't know. It's how you see yourself.

You know?

You're probably gonna laugh when
I tell you this, but when I was a kid,

I had my heart set on being
a concert pianist.

(laughing)

Can you imagine that, with these paws?

(laughing)

You have beautiful hands, Phil.

-Get outta here.
-No, Phil, look at those.

No, Phil, I mean it. I--

I like your hands. I like 'em a lot.

I've had dreams about those hands, Phil.

Very funny, MacAllister.
Now will you get serious?

Phil, I've never been
more serious in my life.

I care about you very deeply.

And I think it's time that
we expand our relationship.

What relationship?

I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Come on, Phil. Don't be so damn coy.

I'm gay, Phil.

I want you in every sense of the word.

And I'm hoping very much
that you want me as much.

Oh, I don't believe this is happening.

Believe it, Phil.

No.

Look, Phil, if, uh--

if I've offended you, I apologize.

But I don't apologize for being honest
about my feelings.

Nor do I apologize for being what I am.

Mike, how could you think that of me?

How could you think that I was
some sort of ho-- ho--

Homosexual, Phil.

Go ahead, say it.
It's just a word. It won't bite.

Neither will I.

Oh, come on, Phil.

Phil, sit down. Don't leave. Come on.

Phil, we're still friends, aren't we?

No, we're not.

Phil--

Phil, please.

I wish we were, but we're not.

Well, it's no secret that he blamed her
for getting busted last night, Captain.

-What does she have to say about it?
-She's not talkin'.

(siren wailing in distance)

Attending physician's report.

"Contusions around both eyes,
broken rib, abrasions in the neck."

You don't get that kind of damage

scattering trash cans
at 15 miles per, Captain.

(sighs) She had the hell beat out of her
before she even got near that car.

You said she was walking funny
when she left his apartment.

She wasn't stoned, Captain.

We scoped the blood tests
coming out of the lab.

-If she was high on anything...
-No booze, no dope.

...it was pure, uncut Jesse John Hudson.

WOMAN (on P.A.):
Nurse Johnson to Intensive Care.

Nurse Johnson to Intensive Care.

FRANK: I want you to file
assault charges against him.

With your testimony,
we can put him away for good.

Open your eyes, Miss McBride.
He's a dangerous man.

I've been cleaning up after him
ever since he hit the streets.

Murders, extortion.

Half a dozen assaults that make yours
look like a love tap.

All of it part of an organized drive

to disenfranchise this community
in the guise of social reform.

For God's sake,
don't let him use people this way.

It's all a mask.

And as soon as it's served his purpose,
he'll throw it away.

You know that, too.

Think about it, lady.

MAN (on P.A.): Commence firing.

Okay, Bobby, let's put this
baby in gear and drive it home.

All right, Luce, settle down.
We're blowing it.

Yeah, don't you mean I'm blowing it?

We're even on the match,

one up on the Nassau
and three up on the press.

She keeps shooting like this, we're gonna
have to get ourselves a business manager.

What are you, Howard Cosell or something?

You wanna can
the play-by-play remarks, Renko?

BATES: And you too, Bobby?

Just wait a minute, it's not our fault

-you shoot like a suburban housewife.
-What did I say?

All right. That-- that's it.

You guys have been on my case
since that hooker sweep this morning.

-I've had it.
-Luce, nobody's been on your case.

Why don't you can it?
We got a match to finish here.

Oh, great.

You take your stinkin' match
and your lousy Nassau,

and your stupid, obnoxious
locker-room comments and stop it!

Looks like you owe us
some money there, boy.

Yeah, way to go, guys.

-I'll be right there, Chief.
-It's very important that you're here.

-Yes, I realize that.
-How long for you to get down here?

-Ten minutes.
-All right.

Right.

I know you're just out the door,
but could I talk to you?

-Sure.
-Off the record.

What's the problem?

That girl that collapsed today,
this morning, on the hooker sweep?

What about her?

It was my fault.

I caught her in the tenement
before she shot up.

She begged me, she said that she'd never
make it through booking if she didn't fix.

And you let her?

She's just a kid, Captain.

I mean, it's bad enough having to go
through booking and all that stuff

without having to deal with
drug withdrawal.

-So I turned my back.
-(sighs)

Is she gonna make it?

Yeah.

I called the hospital.

But it doesn't make me feel any better.

It shouldn't.

-What would you have done?
-I would have arrested her for possession.

I sure wouldn't have turned my back
while she shot up.

Oh, so you pull her in cold, you book her,

and then maybe you find her hanging
in the holding cell the next morning.

Lucy, if I let every loser
with a sad story get to me like that,

I wouldn't be worth spit on the job,
neither would you.

Isn't that a little hard-nosed?

Lucy, we all know it's not exactly
an uplifting experience out there,

so sometimes we wanna reach out.

You feel maybe if you give them
a little of your time,

maybe even turn your back on a couple
of rules, you might be able to help 'em.

Show them there's something
better out there.

Believe me, mostly,
they'll take that as a sign of weakness.

What am I supposed to do
about my feelings?

Do I just turn them off
for eight hours a day?

I don't want any of my people
disconnecting from their feelings,

but you do have to learn
that you can't always act on them.

You're a good cop.
I wish I had more like you.

I wish you'd tell that to those gorillas
I work with out there.

They've been on me today
like a cheap suit.

You're also tougher
than you give yourself credit for.

Next time they lean on you,
you lean on them.

Frank, you're due in court
in less than five minutes.

-FRANK: Are you okay with this?
-No.

But I'm gettin' there. Thanks, Captain.

(humming)

Comment ça va, Phil? (continues humming)

You look a little tight
around the cinch belt.

Hey, Sarge, you got any cream rinse?

No, I don't have any cream rinse.

Do I look like the kind of man
who uses cream rinse?

Hair-wise, Phil, you don't look like
the kind of man who even uses shampoo.

(chuckles)

Mm, doggone it.
Phil, how's your supply of aftershave?

Thanks.

(sniffs) Oh, Judas.

"Eau de fruit bronze."

What's the matter with it?

Well, no offense meant, but, uh,

it's a little fruity for my taste.

Fruity?

That's what it says there-- fruit.

I don't care what anybody says.

I am not fruity.

-(men chattering)
-Hmm.

Hello, Phil.

Grace. What are you doing here?

I'm taking Howard

to an exhibition of 15th century
Byzantine erotica

at the Schoenbaum Gallery.

Oh.

How have you been?

Oh, fine. Just fine.

Yourself?

Oh, it-- it's been

day to day for me, Phil.

Grace.

Would you be brutally honest with me
about something?

Always.

Um, h-how would you characterize me,

uh, sexually speaking?

You're... tender.

You're caring.

You're giving. Oh, God, you're giving.

Yeah, but, Grace,
do you find me in any way, uh,

oh, limp-wristed?

Phil!

There is absolutely nothing limp

in that entire glorious body.

Oh, God, thank you, Grace.

Oh,

I've--

I've yearned for you, my prince.

There's never been anyone like you for me.

(moaning)

(chuckles)

I'm-- I'm making an absolute fool
of myself, but I can't help it.

Oh, well, Grace, uh,

what about Howard?

Howard?

Yeah.

Oh, Howard. Uh--

Howard is, uh--

He's a--

He's a decent man, but he--

he doesn't understand me the way you do.

He doesn't touch me the way you do.

Oh, he doesn't do it for me
the way you do.

Oh, Phil, hold me, kiss me,

make me yours again.

MAN: How do you respond to the charges
of parole violation?

You really think putting this guy
back in prison

is gonna get him out of your hair, Frank?

I want him off the Hill. I don't care how.

I don't like public disagreements
with my men,

but I'm on record with this one.

I can't support your position.

It's not the first time, Chief.

(chattering)

Mr. Hudson, we need a few questions.

Okay, okay, I'll, uh, answer questions

after the hearing.

But for now, just let me say
that I'm not surprised to be here.

Not at all.

It's just another example
of an oppressive system using the police

to divest the inner city
of its rightful leadership.

But know this.

They may be able to send me back,

but they can never imprison
the calls that brought me here.

You better pray they don't put him away.

-WOMAN: Oh, my god!
-(clamoring)

(clicking)

MAN: She's got a gun. Grab her!

MAN: Grab her.

You better double up
the night shift, Frank.

When this gets out,
the Hill's gonna go up in flames. Clear.

-Sure seems peaceful enough.
-(police radio chatter)

Well, if they were gonna torch the Hill,
they would have done it by now.

Don't be so presumptuous, son.

It's a long night.

You know, I'll give these people credit
for one thing.

At least they got the sense
to know this guy Hudson's

not worth losing any sleep over.

Maybe. No.

But you know what, cowboy?

I sure will feel a lot better
when this shift is done.

Wasn't it kinda quiet like this
before the riots of '77?

Let's go, Joe. Let's cruise.

Yes, ma'am.

Ciao, boys.

You all keep a low profile.

Yes, Mom.

You know, if it stays quiet like this,
maybe the two of you

can spend a couple hours practicing
some choke holds at the No Tell Motel.

Keep it up, doughboy, you'll be taking
your meals through a straw.

(water running)

(turns water off)

-Henry.
-Hi, Ray.

Your wife is here.

I asked her to wait in
the interrogation room.

I thought you'd might
want a little privacy.

-Thanks.
-That's all right.

How are you?

Tired. My back's killing me.

You?

Fine.

How's Josh?

He misses his father.

What about you?

I do, too.

Then why won't you let me come home?

Are you still seeing her?

No.

What's the matter, isn't it any fun
if you can't sneak around?

Rachel, stop it.

She's a fine woman.

I spent some time with her.

I'm very sorry it hurt you,
but I'm not sorry it happened.

Rachel.

I didn't go looking for this.
It just happened.

(scoffs)

We've been over it, Henry.
I know all about how it just happened.

No, you don't.

You say you know, but you can't,
not unless you've been there.

I have been there.

I had an affair once.

When?

Nine years ago.

You were at Jefferson Heights.
I was going to school.

You had that graveyard shift.
We never saw each other.

Who was it?

What's the difference?

Who was it?

My biology professor.

Your biology professor.

How appropriate.

-You making this up?
-No.

Then why the hell you telling me now?

To hurt you the way you hurt me.

You kept a secret from me for nine years.
At least I told you.

You confessed because you felt guilty.

What do you expect from me, absolution?

You hurt me terribly.

Now, if I'm gonna take you back,
I refuse to be a martyr.

How, by evening the score?

Yes.

I need that for my self-esteem.

Well, then how about mine?

You had your tootsie.

I assume she gave you
all the esteem you could handle.

Hey, I don't know if I wanna come home

if this is what I have to look forward to.

Henry, I miss you.

I haven't slept since you left.

But I'm angry,
and it's going to take time.

I don't want our marriage
to fall apart over this.

B-But I can't promise you it's gonna be
exactly the same again.

Too much has happened.

If I hadn't had this affair,

you never would have told me
about yours, would you?

-No.
-Why not?

Because when it happened,
it didn't have anything to do with you.

It was my need, my crisis.

And then when I realized
how I wanted to live my life

and-- and who I wanted
to live it with, I ended it.

I've never been with anyone but you since.

It's no different for me, Rachel.

You sure?

All right.

Then let's go home if you want.

(phone ringing)

Counselor?

You want an open relationship?
You got an open relationship.

(closing theme playing)