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NARRATOR:
Coming tonight on Hill Street Blues...

(grunting)

I may be with child.

A little Esterhaus.

It is a little Esterhaus?

(speaking Spanish)

That's him! That's the brother!

(gunfire)

I don't mind telling you

-I'm more than a little upset.
-What about?

Your son has been shoplifting.

Hold it.

Don't do it!

(indistinct chatter)

Item ten as regards canines...

(officers barking)

The, um, uh, poop scoop law

goes into effect today.

Yeah. That's The People v. Belker.
I hear he's appealing.

(all laughing)

To wit, any person causing or permitting
any domestic canine

to evacuate on a public sidewalk

without promptly and substantially
removing said evacuation from same

shall be guilty of a class-C misdemeanor.

What if he removes it,
but not substantially, Sarge?

-(all laughing)
-ESTERHAUS: Item 11.

We have six more complaints
from Decker Avenue merchants

concerning vending machine
coin-box rip-offs.

Somebody's doing a lot
of nickel-and-diming out there.

There's an unofficial reward for the doer

that puts the alleged perpetrator
out of business.

An evening's free play of Space Invaders
at Decker Avenue Playland.

-(all exclaiming, hooting)
-LARUE: Hot diggetty!

Item 12: A truce has been reached
with the night shift...

regarding the use and misuse
of the precinct refrigerator.

In accordance therewith,

said refrigerator last evening was cleaned
out of all unauthorized foodstuffs

alleged to have been present
therein for a length of time

longer than five days.

-MAN: Thank God.
-(murmuring, chattering)

ESTERHAUS:
If I may inject a personal note.

Guys, we're all willing to look
the other way vis-à-vis brown-bagging it,

given the current economic realities.

But, to the anonymous owner
of the marinated artichoke

and liver paté on whole wheat...

-(groaning)
-...in the rear of the third shelf

that had taken on a life of its own...

(officers laughing)

...have a little understanding, would you,

odor-wise, hygiene-wise and otherwise.

(chattering loudly)

All right, last item:

be cognizant that Monday Night Football
is on tonight,

which means we'll be missing
15 percent of the night shift.

Be equally cognizant the welfare eagle
flies on Mondays,

which means our local muggers
will be out in force.

Therefore, we have
double shift assignments.

(officers groaning)

Bates, Coffey, Shamsky,
Figiliano, Williams, Obradovich.

All right, let's roll!

And, hey...

Hey!

Let's be careful out there.

You got it.

What if the eagle does it on the sidewalk?

(chattering continues)

Someone's scarf. You're gonna be cold.

So, what do you say we put it
in cruise control today, partner?

Like California cops,
put on a pair of them glasses,

put the arm out the window like this
and smile at everybody.

Don't cause any personal conflict at all.

Oh, you got a new squeeze.

I tell you, Bobby, this woman is flat-out
kinky when it comes to football.

Might be those pants they have
that highlight their what-have-yous.

All I know is that on Monday nights,
she is hotter than a Model T coil.

And the rest of the week,
she is drier than a gutter snowbird.

Oh!

So I'm gonna cook up a pot

-of that spaghetti "bogonese"...
-Yeah?

...and I'm gonna squat down on her
velour couch in front of her 26-incher...

What I'm pointin' out here is this,

I cannot afford to get stuck
in night court

while the rest of civilized America
sits in front of their television sets...

watching Joe Theismann, as in Heisman,
fill the air with footballs.

All right, who's the joker?

I had a Nova and cream cheese on bagel

with a slice of Bermuda in the fridge
on the second shelf.

Where's Belker?

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

You know, my guidance counselor
should have told me in high school, man,

I got acting talent up the wazoo.

Oh, yeah? What kind of talent you got
in that bottle there, lover, huh?

Hey, I poured the top half of this
into the sink, Neal.

-Mm-hmm.
-(car horn honks)

Hey. Hey, that's him coming out.

WASHINGTON: Yeah, looks like
he's heading for the underpass.

Tell you what.
Let's nail him at the other end.

-Hey. You got the bread?
-Yeah, I got it.

Hey, just don't make it too blatant, okay?

Hey, I'm telling you, man,
People v. Fernandez.

Dollar collars are dynamite.

Besides, I gotta make it a little blatant.

I don't look like an 82-year-old lame,
blind broad trying to cross the street.

Yeah, you got that right. You look worse.

-Hey, bro, you got the time?
-(snoring)

Freeze, my man! Police.

-(LaRue groans)
-Halt! Police!

Police! Halt!

(screams) Oh, God!

(grunting, yelling)

Come here, turkey! Get down here!

-(man screaming)
-Oh, man. It's your knee, isn't it?

-It's cool, baby. It's cool.
-I was just trying to help the old dude!

-He was losing his money!
-Aw, shut up.

-LARUE: Oh, man.
-(groaning)

-He was losin' his money!
-LARUE: Scum! Shut up!

-(cuckoo clock cuckooing)
-Here I am,

carrying a wire against Roy Snyder's goon,

and you don't even know if the--
if the glue is waterproof.

Mick, I told you I sweat a lot.

I know it's gonna fall off.

You think I like doing this?

Morris, calm down.

MORRIS: Calm down, he says.

Mick, I owe 1,300 bucks
at 20 percent a week.

Morris, for a lousy 1,300,
what are they gonna do?

They're not gonna go after your family
or anything.

My family? What about me?

Mick, do you know what a 10:00 appointment
means to these guys?

A 10:00 appointment means-- means bones.

-Ribs.
-BELKER: Internal organs.

-(banging on door)
-(bell dings)

Oh, God.

He's here.

-(banging on door)
-(bell dinging)

So, Morris, what's it gonna be?

Cash or broken bones?

Oh, well, that's what I--
I was just thinking about.

I mean, let's face it, Stanley,
I-- I already got broken bones.

Oh, so you're gonna pay. That's good.

Well, that's not what I-- I meant.

I mean, not-- not exactly.

Nice plaster job.

How many places it break, anyway?

Multiple, uh, multiple fractures, Stanley.

STANLEY: Oh, what a shame.

I swear, Morris,
I always go for the clean break.

Okay, just-- just take your hands off--
off the cast.

You're sweating like a pig, Morris.

Don't. You'll break the wire.

-The what?
-Wire!

I'm wearing a wire, Stanley.

Look, I just wanna show it to you

so you won't-- So you won't think
I'm pulling a fast one. Okay?

I'll yank it out-- yank it out for you.

-Well, now we're even-steven.
-Come on.

Police! You freeze it, hairbag!

Oh, no! No, Stanley! No! Oh, no! No!

(grunting)

-(alarm bell ringing)
-(tires screech)

You back off! (screams)

(growling)

(growling continues)

(Bates, Coffey yelling, grunting)

-Back up!
-Uh-uh.

Come on, back up.
Dispatch. Officer in need.

Request immediate backup, 600 block,
Jefferson Avenue. Officer will assist.

There is no way
that I'm gonna get involved in this.

I'm gonna tell ya that going in.

I don't mind unofficial assist,

but there is no way I'm gonna get stuck
with something like this

and have to spend the entire night
cooling my heels in night court.

(tires screech)

(Bates shouting, groaning)

Well, flog my dolphin! Look at that woman.
She's a physical phenomenon!

HILL: What are you gonna do,
just stand there and announce?

I think the situation is pretty
much under control, don't you?

-Hey! Hey! Get back!
-(grunting, groaning)

Right on!

Right on! Bravissimo!

Bravissimo! Right on,
brothers and sisters!

-(Bates yelling)
-(grunting, yelling continue)

Oh, you look radiant.

Oh, Phil.

Parakeet, what's the matter?

Could we speak privately?

I may be with child.

With child?

Pregnant.

Pregnant? You?

Oh, don't be upset, Phil. I--

-Are you sure?
-No, not yet.

But my body
is an incredibly fine instrument.

Of course it is. It's magnificent.

No, no. (laughs)

What I mean is, there are those of us...

who run like perfectly-oiled watches,

year after year, tick after tick,

and when there is the slightest variation
in bodily rhythm,

as there is now...

Oh, darling, you are upset. I sense it.

No. No, not at all. Au contraire.

In fact, Grace, this is wonderful.

-A wee one.
-(sighs)

A little Esterhaus.

It is a little Esterhaus?

Oh, there's no doubt about it, Phil.

If I am pregnant,

it's yours.

-Oh, Grace! It would be a miracle!
-(laughs)

-(smooching)
-No, wait-- No, wait a minute, Phil.

(sighs)

I'm not sure exactly how I feel about it.

I mean, a-- a baby now.

Us.

Grace, think of it.

A progeny of our own.

Phillip Freemason Esterhaus Jr.

(chuckling)

We could enroll him in Sand Creek's
nude nursery encounter group.

Mm-mm. Mm-mm.

(laughing)

You really want to call him
Phillip Freemason Esterhaus Jr.?

(both laughing)

Come on, Stanley. Please?

Come on, move! Move! Stand there!

This guy is probably gonna need
some stitches and a tetanus shot.

All right, listen up.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to speak with an attorney

and have an attorney present
during questioning if you so desire.

If you cannot afford one, an attorney will
be appointed for you before questioning.

You understand?

Do you understand?

Do you think you could try reading him
his rights any faster

or with any less tonality, Detective?

Tip it. Watch your hands.
Watch your hands.

(chattering continues)

-Your knee all right, Neal?
-Yeah.

Uh, Miss Davenport.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Maxwell Jenkins,
late of St. Louis, Missouri.

Mr. Jenkins is the prime suspect
in six unsolved robberies

of welfare and social security checks
from senior citizens in the last month.

He comes with many deluxe features,
including atrocious breath.

-May I?
-Be warned, Miss Davenport.

The part under "Peculiarities,
Deformities, Scars and Tattoos"

is very R-rated.

Your lawyer, you lucky boy scout.

We do have a welfare check suspect. Yes.

Bye.

Hello, counselor.

So you guys are at it again,
the old dollar collar.

LaRue's and Washington's. It's yours?

And may I say, if you care
for a little expert legal counsel,

it's really the most blatant case of
entrapment I think I've ever encountered.

Let me read between the lines a little.

They trail him all over town, obviously,
because the tip they have on him

is a thousand miles short
of probable cause to arrest.

They completely lure him into something
he could never have considered

if they hadn't mapped it all out for him.

Then they don't even have
enough sense of justice

to bury the money in a pocket
or someplace,

so as not to attract some Good Samaritan
like, heaven forbid, you or me.

Very persuasive, counselor, but I checked
with Detective Washington on this one.

-The guy was walking away with the money.
-Allegedly.

Oh, come on, Joyce.
You're talking legalese at me.

Last month, three elderly women wound up
in County Emergency

because of a guy who looked
a hell of a lot like Maxwell Jenkins.

We all know the courts have approved decoy
arrests, even when they're dollar collars.

I wouldn't care if it was a mink collar.

The courts have never approved entrapment.

Hey! You know as well as I do,
the guy's a real low-life.

He may be. But that's not the issue.

What is the issue, it seems to me, is that
your guys have to do a little better.

See you in night court on this one.

Oh, excuse me, Miss Davenport.

Captain,
we've got six possible complainants

we want to bring in for lineups.

FURILLO: Any objections, counselor?

Would you care to be present?

I have to get back. I'm on Intake tonight.

But be my guest. No objections at all.

-Line 'em up, Neal.
-Right.

Oh, just a second. How's your knee?

Oh, I'll probably be better tomorrow.

Just getting out of shape for those
40-yard sprints, is all, you know.

That the one you hurt in college?

Don't know what it is.
It'll be okay tomorrow.

-This is Sarah.
-Hi, Sarah.

-How's the calendar look tonight?
-Oh, real light.

Light. Figures.
There's a football game on.

The spread's three and a half.

-Personally involved?
-No.

But I used to date
the back-up quarterback for the Giants.

-Oh?
-He had really wonderful legs,

as I recall.

Anyway, I still have a client
to interview.

-Oh?
-Right.

Just picked up a beaut of an entrapment.

By the time it gets to court, it's going
to be a full-grown poisonous fruit.

Tell you all about it later.

Hey, Joycie.

-Allan.
-I've been wanting to talk to you.

It's a horrible place to meet,
but you look gorgeous.

Really spectacular.

Are you losing weight?
Because you-- you look thin.

-Are you doing a little--
-What are you doing here, Allan?

I thought you were making a killing
in medical malpractice.

That's a nice pun.

-Actually, I am. Wachtel and Gerber.
-(men arguing, yelling)

That's why I thought maybe you could help
me out. Doing a favor for a guy.

You see that mountain over there?

Well, some lunatic with a penchant
for biting human flesh busted him.

The guy's clean. Clean as a cucumber.

-Then what do you need my help for?
-Ah.

Well, um,

frankly, I heard, uh--

I mean, um-- (chuckles)

Word is out about you and Frank.

So, I thought, you know,
if I could tell you about the case,

you could see what garbage it was

and maybe have a few words with the man.

Surely you have informal lines
of communication?

(chuckles)

"Informal lines of communication"?

I mean, the fate of the world isn't always
decided in the living room, is it?

-I'm genuinely disappointed in you, Allan.
-Ah.

I remember you were one
of the brightest men in law school.

You had fine sensibilities, ideals.

Let's not get too holier-than-thou,
shall we?

I mean, who would have thought you'd
wind up copping pleas for the indigent

and shtumming a cop.

We all change, dear.

Some of us change, Wachtel.

Others of us mutate.

Frank, we gotta talk.

(sighs)

I just came from Uncle Benny's Toyland,

and I don't mind telling you
I'm more than a little upset.

-About what?
-Your son has been shoplifting.

Oh, Fay, all kids
go through phases like that.

I remember when I was a kid,
I stole 15-cent Spauldings

from Martinelli's Candy Store.
No big deal.

Well, where I come from, mister,

stealing a $40 computer game
is a plenty big deal.

Well, what do you expect, Fay?

Suddenly you're marrying a guy
Frank Jr. hardly knows,

you yank him out of private school--

With your blessing.

All I'm saying is, that's a lot
for a seven-year-old kid to handle.

I told you you were moving too fast.

This is no time for I-told-you-so's.

Now, you have got a very big problem here.

What does that mean, "I've" got a problem?

Well, I, um,

I called Harvey.

-Harvey.
-Yes, Harvey.

He may be a nerd, Frank,

but he's a first-rate psychologist.

And he said that Frank Jr. shoplifted...

because he wants to be caught
by his father, the cop,

that his biggest problem right now
is his fear of losing you.

-Losing me? That's ridiculous.
-Have you told him that?

Well, n-not in so many words.

In how many words, then?

All right, I admit...

maybe I've been avoiding the issue.

Look, Fay, I may not have been going
around shoplifting,

but that doesn't mean this has been easy
for me, either.

I've been trying to work through
some fears of my own, you know.

Fear of losing my son's love
to another man, for one thing.

Not to mention a little--
a little jealousy.

You're jealous?

Of whom?

We might not have had the best marriage
in the world, Fay,

but that doesn't mean
I'm without strong feelings for you.

(stammers)
I feel like I'm going to cry, Frank.

Uh,

tell Frank Jr. I'll pick him up
around 6:30.

Just the two of us. We'll have
a man-to-man and work it out. Okay?

Thank you, Frank.

-Oh--
-(clears throat)

Nothing to thank me for.

I am the boy's father, after all.

And you always will be.

I want you to call this... 2-6-4--

-Hi, Phil.
-Fay, how goes it?

I'm fine. How are you?

I'm glad you asked.

Fay, may I divulge a little secret?

-Hmm?
-Certainly.

-It seems I'm gonna be a father.
-(gasps)

-Really?
-Oh, Phil,

I am so happy for you!

-Way to go, tiger. So, who's the mother?
-Well, Grace, of course.

-Oh.
-Why "oh"?

Oh. Oh. Oh, nothing. Oh, no, it-it--

I-- I'm sure Grace
is a very healthy woman, Phil.

It's just that, well, statistically,

there's a higher chance for birth defects
among women over 35.

Maybe Grace should have an amniocentesis,
just to be on the safe side.

Amniocentesis?

Of course, on the up side,

there are studies that indicate
that the offspring of older parents

have a tendency towards
genius-level IQs.

You and Grace could have another

-Albert Schweitzer on your hands.
-No.

Why not?

Henry, what if I'm not smart enough
to talk to my own kid?

What if he spends all his time at school
and in the library, ignoring me?

I could wind up a lonely old man
sitting on a park bench,

feeding the pigeons.

Oh, Phil, I doubt that.

Well, I won't put up with it,
I can assure you.

I'll find a way to break through.

Uh...

(sirens wailing)

MAN: This way, guys.

-Guys, look out.
-(people chattering)

All right, let us through here. Police.
Come on. Back up.

(speaking Spanish)

-MAN: Aren't you a little late?
-Move back. Stay back.

-It was the green Cutlass, man.
-All right, just wait there.

(speaking Spanish)

-We've got to get her out of here.
-Help me.

-Two boys and a girl, man.
-Do you know who they were?

Yeah, the Vaqueros. I saw them.

The shooters, man, the ones who tried
to shoot her brother, they shot her.

-It was a '69 Cutlass.
-COFFEY: All right. All right.

We gotta find the brother.
All right? Where's the brother?

-(siren approaching)
-No. No. (speaking Spanish)

Okay, give the ambulance
some room, please.

(speaking Spanish)

That's him! That's the brother!

Hey, you, wait a minute.
I want to talk to you.

Forget about it.
Man doesn't even speak English.

-All right.
-BATES: Give the ambulance

some room, please.

It's no circus! Come on!

-(gunfire)
-(screaming)

-(explosions cease)
-(man speaking Spanish)

-You got Los Angeles.
-They gonna play at home?

You got 'em.
But you got 'em playin' here or there.

-Boy, you--
-Okay--

-How many points you give me?
-Houston 40 points over Chicago.

-(Renko, Hill laugh)
-HILL: That's a good bet.

You'd take that one too.

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Luce. Why the long face?

Looks like your goldfish died
or something.

Lighten up, will you, Renko.

We just had a ten-year-old girl killed
by some creep.

Sorry, Lucy.

-Hey, Renko.
-RENKO: What?

-Renko, I tell you what I'm gonna do.
-RENKO: What?

I'm gonna take New York
minus the two and a half.

-Yeah? Well, the spread is three points.
-Is that right?

Well, why don't you use your head, Renko?

When's the last time New York even come
close in a big game? About 1963?

RENKO: I'll give you six--

Astounding. A game
of absolute military purity.

A game that even Clausewitz

-might have admired...
-Yeah, and I'm the suckee.

...and they haven't the slightest
interest in it,

except to sully it with their gambling.

Well, no one was laying odds
at Omaha Beach, gentlemen.

Ballantine,

(sighs) it's been the same
since the time of the Caesars.

HILL: Hey, could we have some eggs?
What's happening?

-How much is 14 percent of $1.85?
-WOMAN: Would you like your change, sir?

Sir?

(chuckles)

The truth is, Napoleon would have been
a perfect NFL coach.

Daring, imaginative,
and supremely self-confident--

-(dog barking)
-Judas.

I want to see a citation issued
to that individual.

And while we're at it, let's check
that animal's rabies status.

Judas.

Henry, did we get any help
from Division Anticrime?

Uh, three extra cabs

on the east side, north of the park,
and the Von Steuben corridor.

Everything is there, Henry.

-Any word, Lieutenant?
-We should have preliminary forensics

-in an hour.
-No. Come in.

An APB is out on the Cutlass.

That's the one thing
everybody seems to agree on.

Green Cutlass, three occupants.

Gang intervention?

The main thing now, as they see it,
is to try to keep it isolated.

-(speaking Spanish)
-WOMAN: District Attorney's office.

-Assistant D.A. Costa.
-Who's calling?

Captain Frank Furillo.

-WOMAN: I'm sorry. He's in court.
-When does he get out of court?

-About an hour.
-Okay, have him call me. Yeah. Thanks.

Anybody run a computer check
on the brother?

Yeah. Couple of juveniles,
grand larceny auto, assault.

This could blow, Frank.
Pagans and Vaqueros.

Both young,
both want to get on the boards.

It's a jungle out there!

-I know, but--
-What the hell's the sense?

I mean, a ten-year-old girl.

Perez. Easy.

Yeah.

Okay, my man, it's ten after 4:00.

I suggest we take this baby

-into the stable--
-Hey, look at that.

-What?
-(tires screeching)

Are you crazy? Get outta here.

My guy, that's a no left turn...

-Bobby, I just said it's 10 after 4:00.
-...4:00 to 6:00 p.m.

Look at my watch.

Oh, look, my watch has stopped.
We don't even know what time it is.

-Hey, we haven't done anything all day.
-Bobby, this guy looks bad.

-Hey, we're just giving him a ticket.
-Bobby, please?

-No. No, we're gonna do it. Here we go.
-(siren wailing)

I just hear it now:
"License and registration.

License and registration, please."

RENKO: Oh, no. Get on with it.
Get on with it. Get on with it.

-License and registration.
-(speaking Spanish)

(in English)
It's only two minutes to 4:00, man.

You know,
you made an illegal left-hand turn.

Oh, come on, man!
This really bites brown air!

Let's just go! It's okay, there, compad--

You don't have
your license and registration?

-I left it in my other jacket.
-Oh, Lord.

Step out of the vehicle, please. Let's go.

-Come on.
-I got a game to go to tonight.

(jingling)

-Come on. Out of the car.
-What is that?

-Come on. Up against the car.
-Hey, hey, slow up, pal.

-Spread 'em!
-(coins jingle)

(laughs) It's the prince
of the vending machine circuit.

All right, pal.

-What is wrong with you?
-Renko!

-What is wrong with you coming out?
-Renko!

Do you have any idea
what time of day it is right now?

-Renko, Renko.
-You caught him. You skin him.

You know what time it is? You know
what you just done to me?

-You have any idea in this world...
-Let's go, goldfish.

-...what you done to me?
-Let's go.

You have no-- You can't even speak
the English language, can you?

(thunder rumbling)

You better hurry, Francis.
You're gonna be late for night court.

Thanks, Phil.
I'll be out of here in ten minutes.

Is everything all right, Phil?

Well, in fact,

uh, if you have a moment...

Sure. Sit down.

You know how some things are so important,
you never think about them?

And suddenly they become a possibility,
so you think about 'em.

Oh, yeah, I sure do.

Well, for a while today,
I thought I was gonna be a father.

Grace?

I just got a phone call. False alarm.

I wanted it. I really wanted it!

I know, Phil.

I'm sorry.

Phillip Freemason Esterhaus Jr.

(sighs)

C'est la vie.

Night court.

Your Honor, my client informs me
that he was hungry.

-Hungry.
-(whispers) Bobby!

I understand, Miss Williams.

But that was--

Jane's brother-in-law
has a video tape recorder.

I'm gonna pick that sucker up
and whisk it over to Jane's bedroom

faster than grain through a goose.

And then, Lord be with me,

if nobody tells me the score of the game,

-I got it--
-(gavel pounding)

JUDGE SCHILLER: Gentlemen.

What?

Knock it off!

Come on, George, give me a break.

This alleged lowlife
is the scourge of the Hill.

He's been preying on old people, you know.

I understand all that.

But you shouldn't have run those lineups,

especially not with Mo Schiller
sitting in night court.

Did Joyce happen to mention to you,
uh, Fruits of the Poisonous Tree?

-Fruits of the--
-Poisonous Tree.

A legal doctrine which holds
that if an arrest is illegal,

certain evidence which police gather
as a result of that arrest is tainted

and gets the toss.

She consented to those lineups.
She walked right out the door.

She let you put your foot into it.
That's all.

One entrapment deserves another, Furillo.

You don't just lose your dollar collar,
you lose 'em all.

See you in court.

That's why they call Schiller
"Let 'Em Go Mo," Frank.

Please, George, get behind me on this one.

I'm trying to keep the lid
on a cesspool up there.

What the hell do you think
we're trying to do down here?

(door opens)

LARUE: I wonder what's going on
with that game?

Don't talk about it. I'm having it taped.

Twenty-six on the calendar, Stanley Felt.
Complaint by Detective Belker.

BAILIFF: Your Honor, the defendant
has three outstanding warrants.

-Mick--
-Come on. Move your leg, hairball.

Allan Wachtel for defendant Felt.

You think you can get maybe 30 days
on this dirtbag?

Your Honor,
my client was the innocent victim

of a brutal, animalistic assault
by arresting officer Belker...

(growling)

...and two uniformed patrol persons...

(growling continues)

-...one of them a very sadistic female.
-(growling continues)

Would Detective Belker
kindly put a muzzle on.

Allan, your man has seven cases.

He's been a knee-buster for local sharks
for ten years. So who's kidding who?

Will counsel approach?

What'd the D.A. say, Captain?

He said we have a fatal infestation
of fruits of the poisonous tree.

What's that mean?

Means we're gonna go
down the tubes on this one.

I'll talk to the dude.

-You may step back, gentlemen.
-Thank you, Your Honor.

JUDGE SCHILLER: You've been a rather
difficult man--

-What'd ya get? Fifteen days, maybe?
-Forget about 15 days.

He's sniffing "D" felony time
on various old manure,

and it looks like he is gonna prefer
to tell tales on Snyder

and the rest of those sharks.

-Very good, Belker. We fell into a biggie.
-Thank you.

That's correct, Your Honor.

Next case.

Twenty-seven on the calendar,
Maxwell Jenkins.

Complaint by Detective Washington.

We're on, lover.

Who took it? It's gone.
I put it here five minutes ago.

It's a $500 coat. I don't believe this!

-(gavel banging)
-Did you take my coat?

I don't believe this!

Would counsel kindly take it outside?

-Don't have a coat.
-JUDGE SCHILLER: Captain Furillo!

Perhaps one of your men could--

Take a 416 from Mr. Wachtel?
Certainly, Your Honor.

Officer Grayson, would you, uh...

(scoffs) You try to help these people out,
and look what happens.

It's 100 percent cashmere--
All right. Got the point. Thanks.

Mr. D.A., I'd like to talk with you
for a moment.

JUDGE SCHILLER:
Mr. District Attorney, Miss Davenport.

BAILIFF: Your Honor?

(whispering)

There will be a, uh, ten-minute recess.

(spectators murmuring)

-(TV announcer chattering)
-Detective Washington.

I'd like to see the D.A. about my case.

You're gonna have to wait a minute.
It's not the right time.

The spread's three and a half.

What's he doing kicking a field goal?

ANNOUNCER:
Danelo just has a chip shot, 32 yards.

He's 11 of 13 from inside the 30.

Come on, guys, go for it.

Are you crazy? It's only second down.

-Forget it. I changed my mind.
-I don't believe this.

Touchdown. Touchdown.

Don't forget, Miss Davenport,

if the Giants kick a field goal,
you owe us a lunch.

(shouting, laughing)

DAVENPORT:
Giants, you really disappoint me.

You know, Luce, there's always an upside.

Yeah? What?

We drew double shift, right?

-How can you joke at a time like this?
-How can you not joke?

Yeah.

-Hey, why don't you drive for a while?
-No.

-Come on, my back hurts.
-No!

(indistinct chatter)

(gavel bangs)

Will the parties step up?

You too, officers.

Off the record, gentlemen,
I wanted to be sure you understand

the reasons why I'm constrained
to let Mr. Jenkins go.

-Do you?
-No, Your Honor.

Uh, Neal, the judge's position

is that you singled out Jenkins
and lured him into criminality.

Without that entrapment, we wouldn't have
the lineup identifications,

so the evidence is tainted
and can't be used.

Therefore, the judge has to set low bail
because our cases are very weak.

Is that an accurate paraphrase,

-Your Honor?
-Absolutely.

The rest is garbage, my friends.

But what about The People v. Fernandez,
Your Honor?

In what law school
did you graduate, Detective?

Have you any idea the difference

between a People v. Fernandez random decoy

and a People v. Robles
premeditated entrapment?

Judge, if you let him walk out of here,
you know he's gonna skip.

Well, yes, the Court has some expectation

that the defendant may make use...

of this nation's highly-developed system

of intercity bus transport.

May the Court give Detective Washington
some advice?

You bring me something I can live with,

and I'll throw away the key.

The parties may step back.

Your Honor, our application is for release
of defendant on his own recognizance.

Denied. $5,000 bond.

A cash alternative, Your Honor?

Of course. $25 cash bail.

-(gavel bangs)
-JUDGE SCHILLING: Next case.

Your Honor, sir, can I ask you something?

What is that, Jenkins?

No disrespect intended to the court,
Your Honor,

but I heard that you heard
what the football score was,

and since it's a matter
of some personal interest,

I wonder if you could see your way clear--

-Of course. It was--
-No!

Yes!

It was Giants 16, Washington 13.

Danelo kicked a sudden death field goal.

(man whispers) That's great.

Give me my money, Renko.

He has ruined my personal existence.

You know, Captain, I work my butt off
all the time out there.

What the hell good is it, huh?

They love it when we screw up. Saves 'em
having to work their own butts off.

Let's face realities, Neal.
It could be a lot worse.

Worse? Worse?

The guy walked, Captain. He's out there.

-Yeah, but he won't be walking the Hill.
-So he'll be walking Midtown.

If he doesn't leave town,
he'll be caught again.

Yeah. And again, and again, and again.

I'm not a virgin, Neal. Neither are you.

We screwed up.

You screwed up the arrest.
It was a leaky boat going in.

Yeah.

How's your knee?

You afraid, Neal?

They could retire me,
couldn't they, Captain?

If it got bad enough.

Maybe even if it wasn't so bad.

Yeah.

Some joker in a white coat
had two too many margaritas for lunch,

looked at the X-rays a little funny.

Football, gone.

This gone.

Next stop,
selling shoes or driving a taxi.

It could all happen, couldn't it, Captain?

Over my dead body.

Hmm?

They'll retire you over my dead body.

(laughing)

Green Cutlass.

BATES: This is 2203. Request assist
in pursuit of suspect.

DISPATCHER: Roger, 2203. 10-4.

Freeze! Keep 'em up!

-Hold it!
-COFFEY: Get 'em up!

Get 'em up.

Hold it!

Hold it!

Don't do it!

Luce!

A kid.

Come on.

(police radio chatter)

Everything looks clean, Lucy.

They've arrested the girl.

We've got the gun, plus two slugs
out of the wall,

and a confession from the other kid.

IAD's been notified,
but that's just a formality.

You'll have to come in
off the streets for a week.

Are you okay?

-Yes. Fine.
-CALLETANO: Frank.

Frank, can I see you a minute, please?

It was good work, Lucy.

How are you doing, really?

I am doing okay, really.

I'm fine. Yeah.

The kid shot at me.

I know he did.

You want anything from the unit?

I'm gonna get some Lifesavers.

What was it?

A 14-year-old kid
who shot a ten-year-old girl.

(sighs)

What do you want to do?

Come to my place?

I really need you.

(closing theme playing)