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NARRATOR: Coming tonight
on Hill Street Blues...

Oh, Lord. She done killed him, Mr. Renko.
She done killed Lance.

(clamoring)

-MAN: Help!
-Jerry!

(clamoring)

My client is being charged
with resisting arrest

and attempted assault on a police officer,

and he's the only one that got hurt.

What are you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about a guy
I've known my entire life

who's walkin' around in these $400 suits

and actin' like he's some big
mob guy or somethin'.

Get out of there, Jerry. She's gonna blow!

(chattering)

(chattering)

-PHIL: Item nine.
-Sarge.

Oh, Bates,
I'm getting right on it. Ladies.

-ALL: Thank you.
-Item nine.

It appears the more juvenile
among us are at it again.

Be advised, the Female Police Officers
Advancement Coalition

has filed a complaint against
an unnamed prankster

who insists upon stretching
clear plastic food wrap

over the toilets in the women's john.

-(all laughing)
-Oh, so funny.

PHIL:
Guys, we all appreciate a practical joke,

but really, health-wise, hygiene-wise
and dry cleaning-wise,

let's keep our food wrap where it belongs.

WOMAN: Right.

-MAN: On the sandwiches.
-PHIL: Item ten.

-Training officer duty.
-(all groaning)

By that response, I see you're all aware

of the recent abolition
of the full-time training officer post,

due to the ongoing city government's
austerity programs.

Therefore, the following patrol officers
will be assigned one new transfer each.

(all groaning)

And it'll be their job
to indoctrinate said transfers

into the machinations of the Hill.

Vermaine, Harris, Hill, Renko.

(all groaning)

-(chattering)
-PHIL: The, uh, last item.

The last item is a special communiqué
from the Police Association...

negotiating team.

-If I ever get a--
-I quote: "As of 11:49 last night,

all negotiations between the city
and the association are suspended."

-What?
-(all muttering)

Already?

"The reasons for this drastic action
are as follows.

When presented with our new demands
regarding pension and retirement benefits,

the city council responded, 'No.'"

(all muttering)

"When presented
with the upgraded health package,

including the highly
sought-after dental plan,

the city council's response was, 'No!'"

(all muttering)

"When presented with our keynote demands,

wage-wise, fringe-wise
and cost-of-living-wise,

the city council--" and I quote,

"...laughed in our faces."

(all shouting)

Why should I even go out there then?

PHIL: Laughed in our faces!

(chattering)

All right. All right.

Let's roll. And hey.

Now, let's be damn careful out there.

-MAN: Let a councilman take the--
-(indistinct)

RENKO: Bust your butt
all the time 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)

Hey, hey. Come on, man.
Have a heart. I'm blind.

-Belker.
-I'm telling you. I'm totally blind.

Inside, nosebag.

It's intermittent.
It happens every once in a while.

-Move! Move!
-I swear. I swear.

You work your butt off
trying to compile a decent record,

and how do they treat ya?

Do they promote ya? No.
Do they get you in plainclothes? No.

Do they let you work for a decent wage?
No.

You go out on strike,

and then they take you away
from your partner

and make you into a tour guide.

Well, it's only for two days.

Besides, it'll do me good
to get a rest from you.

-What?
-Let's go find our new partners.

You're lookin' at yours, pal.

-Jerry Nash!
-Hey. How you doin'?

-How in the hell are you?
-Great.

Say, Renko. Jerry Nash. I used to work
with this guy down at Jefferson Heights.

Well, that's just peachy, Bobby.

You get old home week,
and I'll probably end up

playing Captain Kangaroo
to some wide-eyed mental defective

straight off the turnip truck.

-Officer Renko?
-Yeah.

I'm Estella Sanchez.
I believe you're my T.O.

Andrew J., ma'am.

Uh, and I'm here to protect and serve you
for the next two days.

Maybe, uh, we could get together
out here in the hallway

and I could explain just how productive...

-I'll catch up with you
-...the next two days are gonna be.

All right.

Coffey, Bates.
Outbreak of domestic strife.

1175 Richmond Avenue, apartment 4-D.

-(knocks)
-Hey, Frank.

-You got a minute?
-You bet.

-I was going out there to find you.
-I just don't know

if you realize how much
I appreciate what you did for me.

It's nothing.

Internal Affairs had the rope out for me,
Frank.

-And if you hadn't done what you did--
-I don't think so, Jerry.

I think they know what kind of pressure
you've been under since Annie died.

Well, anyway, you wield a heavy bat
in this league, Frank.

I want you to know I won't forget it.

Well, looks like my T.O.'s gettin' antsy.

You go ahead.
I'll catch up with you later.

-Huh?
-No, no, no. Leave it.

-MAN: I told you to shut up!
-(woman shouting)

-We gotta get in there. Come on.
-(shouting continues)

-(woman shouting)
-What do you guys want?

Look. I'm gonna have
to ask you to settle down.

Hey.

I'm gonna swat you in the mouth!
You understand? I'm gonna slap you silly!

Look, sir. We're just trying
to be reasonable. Don't start--

Reasonable? With this meatball?
How can you be reasonable?

You shut up. I'm gonna slap your mouth
down your throat! Understand?

-Go ahead! Go ahead!
-Hey, hey, hey. Just relax. Please.

Look what he brings home last night.

-MAN: Ah.
-Look at this.

"Jackie. 2743 Elmwood Avenue."

It's Jackie. Jackie DeCarlo.
He's a friend of mine.

He bowls. He drinks. He's got hair
on his palms like one of the guys.

-You liar! You liar!
-I told you--

Wait, wait. Wait a minute. Jackie DeCarlo?

A big guy.

-Big thick neck with a lot of body hair?
-Yeah.

Yeah. He's got a tattoo
up here on his arm?

Yeah. Yeah.

Ma'am, I grew up in this neighborhood.

-I know Jackie DeCarlo.
-MAN: Yeah.

I used to, uh, shoot pool with him
at the Deuce Ex.

-Yeah. Great guy.
-Nice guy.

(sighs) Do you mean that?

Why would I lie about Jackie DeCarlo?

See? You see?

Oh, Vito. I'm sorry.

Oh, Vito. I'm sorry, baby.

-WOMAN: Forgive me.
-VITO: Seriously.

-I'm sorry.
-I forgive you.

-I love you. You're the only one.
-Oh.

Let 'em make up in private.

-How can I do that to you? Oh.
-(door closes)

-(chattering)
-Very creative stuff, Joe.

-What?
-"What?" "I know Jackie DeCarlo.

Lot of body hair.
Used to play pool with him."

-Who you kiddin'?
-Hey. Come on. It worked, right?

-Oh, it worked.
-Besides, what's the harm?

Guys like Vito, they have
a couple of beers after work.

-Yeah. Uh-huh.
-They buy a little tomato a drink.

Maybe squeeze a little flesh
under the barstool.

Then they go home to their old ladies.

-What's the big deal?
-You know something?

I am real glad to see
that under that uniform

is just a swell, old-fashioned guy.

Hey, Luce. See this place?

I spent nearly every Friday night

in junior high hanging out
in front of this joint.

You did?

Yeah. It was me and Vinnie Scalese

and Rocco "Six Fingers" Mangotti.

-You would have loved this guy.
-A real classy guy.

-You really miss this place, huh?
-Ah.

You know, after my father died,
my mother sold the house.

Yeah. I guess I do. A little bit.

(chattering on police radio)

COFFEY: Hey. There's Guido Barbari.

He used to rent a room from my aunt.
Worked at the cleaners near our house.

Hey! Guido!

(chattering on police radio)

Guido.

"Hey," what?

What do you mean,
"'Hey,' what"? It's me. Joseph.

Nah. It can't be.

The only Joseph I know is Joe Coffey,

and he don't bother to visit
the old neighborhood no more.

He's got one of those "swingles" apartment
on the north side,

and he forgot
about all us dagos down here.

Hey. Come on.
You gonna break my arches, or what?

The only time I hear from this bum
is when he scares his aunt half to death

-and he gets shot or something.
-COFFEY: Come on. That was nothin'.

Nothin'"? "Nothin'," he says.
I know this bum since he's this high.

-Yeah. He's like one of my own.
-Oh!

-Come on.
-(laughing)

Ah! You're lookin' good, Joseph.

I'm lookin' good? Look at you.
You look like the next Mario Lanza.

$400 suits. Custom-made shirt.
What'd you do? Rob a bank?

What is it? Against the law or somethin'?

COFFEY: Hey. You got your own
business now, or what?

GUIDO: What is this? What's My Line, huh?

Hey. A guy can't put
on a decent set of threads

without you making like
a one-man Kefauver commission.

No, no. I'm just really surprised
to see you looking so good.

I mean, you're, uh, really decked.

Why shouldn't I be? Because I worked
behind a counter one time? Ah?

-Hey.
-Imagine this kid

talkin' to me like I'm a hardship case
or somethin'.

-And after the way I helped his family.
-What do you mean?

How'd you help my family, Guido?
I mean, you rented a room from my aunt.

Who... who do you think kept your father's
business out of bankruptcy, huh? Who?

Bankruptcy? What are you talkin' about?

When my father died,
I checked the family records.

You never gave him any money.

Records. Records. What records? Huh?

You think friends
carry papers on each other?

And all I did for his father.

And that's the respect I get from the son.

Guido, come on.

And you think I gotta stand here
and take this.

Huh? You think that, huh?

-Hey. (speaks Italian)
-You watch.

It's a fine respect.

MAN: Come on. Come on.

He never gave my father a dime.

You, uh, you get into some kind of beef
over at Jefferson Heights?

One or two.

-(sighs) They had this captain, Villicoff.
-Mm-hmm.

We had what you might call
your basic personality conflict.

Oh. You didn't exactly see eye to eye
with the man, huh?

Couldn't bend over that far.

-Hey, Bobby.
-Mm-hmm?

I know it's a little late, but, uh,

thanks for the flowers after Annie died.

I never did get around
to sending out cards.

No big deal.

-How you makin' out with your kids?
-Great.

Hey. Did I tell you?
I'm goin' to night school.

-No.
-Yeah.

I'm two years into
a bachelor's degree in accountancy.

-Gonna be a CPA.
-Wow.

How in the world do you manage
to get all that in a day?

DISPATCHER (on radio):
Unit, 714 on the corner of 12th

and Hyacinth. Code 3.

That's us. Unit 18 acknowledge
and will proceed.

(siren wailing)

-(screaming) Help!
-(siren wailing)

-(tires screech)
-(siren stops)

-(screaming)
-Hey there, lady!

(screaming continues)

-Stuck.
-Hey. (coughs) We got a burner.

-(screaming continues)
-You got an extinguisher?

-No. Mine got stolen. I'll call for help.
-Keep your head down.

(screaming continues)

Get your head down.

Come on!

I got her.

(sirens wailing)

-Here. You got her?
-Yeah.

(sirens wailing)

(sirens stop)

-(grunting)
-(chattering)

-JERRY: Damn.
-Get out of there, Jerry.

She's gonna blow!

(grunts)

(chattering)

I got ya, buddy. I got ya.

It's okay. I got ya. I got ya.

(screaming, shouting)

-(coughing)
-Your hand, man. It's hurt bad.

-Are you all right?
-No. I'm fine.

Hey, man. I'd send that one back
to the chef. He ain't cooked enough.

(laughing)

-Jerry! Jerry!
-(shouting)

Come on! Ease up, man! Let him go!

Jerry. Come on, man.
Forget it. Just forget it.

-WOMAN: Are you all right?
-I'm fine.

Let's go see about that hand.

-Come on.
-I'm okay.

MAN: Lousy cop! Pig!

(siren wailing)

Well, right over here we have, uh,
Hymie's Deluxe Cafeteria.

It's a real chicken hawk place.
Little boys and all.

It's real slime with a capital "S."

Don't get me wrong, Estella.

I love these streets,
and these streets love me.

That's what it takes to do

real outstanding police
"officorial" work up here.

Aside from all this reciprocal love,

what other kind of action
do you generally see around here?

Well,

I've been shot at, stabbed,
hit with a ball peen hammer,

called names you wouldn't even
know what they meant.

Have you really been shot?

Yeah.

Do you want to see?
Uh, I'll pull over in this alley here

and show you if you want me to.

If you don't mind, Renko,
I'd rather just cruise the area.

I got an awful lot
to soak up in just two days.

And soak up you shall.

Now, right over here
is your basic kill-or-be-killed bar.

They throw a body out there
about once a week.

(gasps) Oh. Will you look over there?

I'm gonna take care of something
right now.

I got some business to tend to.

-(horn honking)
-(gasps) Watch out.

All right. Didn't I tell you two insect,
lice-ridden social defects

that the next time I saw you out
on the street I was gonna run you in?

-Who are they, Renko?
-Who are they?

They're the scum of the earth.

-They are chump-chuckin', fleabag, lice...
-Oh, now--

Get up! Get in there. Get over there
and assume the position. I mean that, boy.

-Get over there. (shouting)
-I was--

Will you go over and assume the position?
Thank you.

All right.
Now, you kick the leg out like that.

Then you're gonna search 'em,
and I'll watch. Go ahead.

I know he gonna shoot us.

(laughing) I can't stand it.

You're not supposed to make him laugh.

-It's supposed to hurt.
-Run, man. Run. (laughing)

I can't stand it. I gotta get out of here!

-Come back.
-(gasping)

-(gasping)
-Lord have mercy.

Oh! (groaning)

-RENKO: What did you do?
-I didn't do anything.

Oh, Lord. She done killed him,
Mr. Renko. She done killed Lance.

Oh, my Lord.
Looks like old Lance here's dead.

I'm gonna go call the paramedics,
and you just give him some mouth-to-mouth.

Wait. Instead of the paramedics,
why not the mouth-to-mouth?

(laughing)

-Oh, my Lord. Ah! You--
-(laughing)

You're so beautiful.
You're so beautiful, Neal.

Some training officer.

-Oh, Lance.
-I tell you...

That was almost as good as the time we...

(laughing)

-(tires squeal)
-Hey. Hey.

She took my car. She stole the car.

-Oh, Lord!
-(laughing)

-Sorry.
-What was the city council's final offer?

Lieutenant, I know
this should go to the sergeant,

but as a fellow Latino, I thought you--

Okay, Sanchez. What do you want?

A new training officer.
That's what I want.

-I can't work with Renko.
-No dental plan.

Damn. What about the pay hike?

Look, Lieutenant. If you don't have
the staff, just give me another unit.

I'll learn the area on my own.

Four percent cost of living tops?

-Are they crazy? That's a joke.
-Lieutenant.

Look, Sanchez. I'll have the sergeant
assign you to temporary office duty. Okay?

-People are testing my patience.
-What did you hear?

They're talking a possible wildcat strike.

iMadre mía!

Just another light-loafered step
on the road to socialism.

-Excuse me, Howard?
-Judas Priest, Ray.

Those union wags have got cream of wheat
where their bone marrow ought to be.

Can you imagine what kind
of a republic this would be

if civil employees were allowed to strike

every time a dental plan
dropped a molar or two?

I am talkin' garbage in the streets.

The Pravda in every newsstand
and a goldarn land bridge to Cuba.

Howard, what choice have we got?

No choice. Mon ami.

Let's all take our blues
and put 'em in mothballs.

Then we'll just climb into some warm PJs

and, uh, play pinochle
for the rest of the fiscal year,

while 45,000 of your brown types
go on a discount shopping spree.

Would you like to repeat that, Lieutenant?

-(phone rings)
-Excuse me, Captain.

Are we having a problem here, gentlemen?

Well, uh, some of us seem to be overly
concerned with our dental plan, Frank.

Some of the guys are talking
about a possible walkout, Frank.

-Who have you been talking to?
-Captain.

(clears throat) Captain, have you got
a minute to spare for the missus?

-Tell her to call back, would you, Leo?
-Sorry, Captain, but, she's, uh--

Tell her I'm out.
Tell her anything, but, Leo--

See what I've had to put up
with for the last 12 years?

-Frank, I want you to meet--
-Hal Massey. Pleasure.

Well, that goes double for me too,
Frank. Listen. By the way, use this.

Ah.

(clears throat)

Thank you.

Uh, would you like to come in my office?

(indistinct chatter)

Fine-looking gentleman, Hal Massey.

And I suppose Francis isn't?

Well, um,

Frank, I am speaking tomorrow at a, uh,
fund-raiser luncheon at the Statler.

Now, Fay and I have discussed this
already, and...

we both would really like you to come.

(stammers) Uh, I don't know, Hal.

I'm, uh, I'm pretty pressed around here
right now, you know.

Oh, Frank, we thought this would be just
an excellent opportunity for you to learn

where Hal stands on the issues affecting
those of us with school-age children.

I mean, especially
since he's going to be stepping in

as father figure for Frank Jr.
in just five days.

(clears throat)
Unless I'm terribly mistaken,

Frank Jr. already has a father figure.

He has a damn good father figure, Frank.

Oh, Frank. Uh, there's
no need to get defensive.

All I meant was that since Hal
is going to be a constant in his life,

I mean, Frank Jr.'s bound to pick up
some of his values.

May I remind you both that since I intend
to remain a constant in my son's life,

he's bound to retain
a hell of a lot of my values.

Frank, listen.

Believe me, nothing is going to change
between you and little Frank.

-His name is Frank Jr.
-FAY: Well, excuse me, mister,

but it's very hard to tell whose name
is Frank Jr. here

from the way you're behaving.

-Fay, please.
-No.

Now, this just isn't fair.

Uh, Fay, you're right.

You're absolutely right.
I'm sorry. It's... It's not. And, uh...

I apologize.
I don't know why I'm behaving like this.

Things have been pretty tense
around here lately.

Listen. If I had to spend 50 hours a day
in a place like this,

-I would be tense too.
-(chuckles)

-(intercom buzzes)
-Excuse me.

(clears throat) Yeah. Furillo.

MAN: Yeah, Captain.
There's a blue Monte Carlo--

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. I think I do.

-No, no, no. Good. Yeah.
-MAN: Okay.

Thanks.

Uh, Hal.

Do you own a blue Monte Carlo?

Yes, I do, Frank. Why?

It's being cited for parking
in the red zone out front.

-What?
-Oh, God. (chuckles)

Fay, I told you we couldn't park there.

Well, I have always parked there,
and there's never been any problem.

I'm not in the habit of,
uh, fixing tickets,

but in this case I'd be glad
to make an exception.

-Thank you.
-It's all right.

So, Frank, will you come?

Please.

-Sure. I'd be happy to.
-Oh.

-All right.
-Good.

We'll see you tomorrow.

Where you get your cologne, Belker?
Waste treatment plant?

(growls)

You're gonna look awful funny
minus a nose, baby.

Better minus that than some things
I can think of.

-Mm.
-Mm. You hear from your old lady?

Yeah. She called me last night from L.A.

That dude she made
this commercial with last month?

Mm-hmm.

-Says she could do real well out there.
-Hmm.

Yeah, sure.

Up to her earlobes in his hot tub
with the quiche and freebase set.

-Hey. You know Jill better than that, man.
-Come on, Neal. Hey.

It's none of my business,
right, but Hollywood?

Man, those guys'll
just be all over that chick.

Hey, hey. The lady's got career plans.
Okay, J.D.?

Besides, man,

-when you really care for someone...
-Mm-hmm.

...that self-fulfillment supersedes
all those petty jealousies.

Hold the meringue, huh?
I'm gettin' diabetes.

Oh. Miss, my friend here,

he'll have the sewage surprise
and the human hand for dessert.

Could I have an empty glass
and a sandwich setup, please?

What kind of sandwich is that?

Oh, it's not a sandwich.
It's a sandwich setup.

Doris always gets it for me.

Tell you what you do.
Bring me a kaiser roll,

a nice thick slice of Bermuda onion
and a piece of cabbage, all right?

That's it? No pastrami or ham or nothin'?

Uh, no. Not unless
you got these on the menu.

Oh, God.

Three weeks ago, my new housekeeper comes
to me and tells me she wants a raise.

I tell her I'm already busted,
so she splits.

And on top of everything, I hear
the union's walkin' out of negotiations.

I'm already overextended as it is.

A strike now is really
gonna put me in the toilet.

It's not easy for any of us, Jerry.
Besides, what else can we do, huh?

If we don't get their attention,
they don't even take us seriously.

I got my oldest at home now,
lookin' after the baby.

She'll be flunking out of school
because of it.

Ah. Better give her a call.

I mean, where does this guy get off
spreadin' lies

around the neighborhood like that?

I don't know.

It was my old man
who was always helpin' out Guido.

-Car loans, Christmas money.
-(register bell dings)

COFFEY: You know, he once borrowed
500 bucks from my old man back in 1966,

and he hasn't paid it back yet.

Look, Joe. I know this union thing
is gettin' everybody tense,

but I really think
you're lettin' it get to you.

How's Christopher?

COFFEY:
The union has nothin' to do with it.

Did you take him outside?

Guido Barbari was somethin' special to me.

He was like part of my family.

I used to bring him beers

when he used to watch the fights
with my father on Friday nights.

COFFEY: Guido used to give me a penny tip.

Now he's bad-rappin' my old man,

he's hangin' around
with these shady characters,

and he's handlin' small talk
like it was the third degree.

Now, that's... that's not Guido.

None of it.

What? What?

I'm sorry, baby. I can't hear ya.

It's very noisy in here.
You'll have to speak up some. No. Don't--

Baby, if I've told you once,
I've told you a hundred times.

You have to check the disposal
for dishcloths before you turn it on!

You can put your hand down it
as long as you don't turn it on!

Do you have any idea how much
a plumber's gonna gouge us for this?

Huh?

You wait till I get home, young lady.
You just wait.

(handset slams)

-(baby crying)
-(people shouting)

Joe, I think we really better stick
with police business.

I don't think you should do--

Look, Luce. I'm sorry. I can't work
when I'm feelin' like this.

-I couldn't even finish my lunch.
-Yeah. Me either.

Eee, Maria. When it rains, it pours.

-Why don't you call first, Joey?
-We gotta talk, Guido.

Later, all right? Later.
Look. Mrs. Spinelli's here.

It'd be a big scandal
if the people found out.

He's got a point.

I don't care if the pope himself
is visiting. I want to talk to you.

(security chain clinks)

Look, Joseph. About your father--

Forget I said anything.
I was only kiddin' around. (chuckles)

See? There you go.
It's settled. That's it.

Look. There's something going on with you,
and I want to know what.

What are you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about a guy
I've known my entire life

who's walkin' around in these $400 suits

and actin' like he's some big mob guy
or somethin'.

-That's what I'm talkin' about.
-You're imagining things, Joseph.

Nothing's going on with me.
I swear. I swear.

Hey,
Guido! There ain't no size-- Holy sh--

Mrs. Spinelli, huh?

-What is this?
-MAN: Polizia.

What the hell's goin' on here?

My apartment was overflowing.
I had to get rid of some stuff.

-There's no problem. Keep shopping.
-This is all new merchandise.

You got a bill of sale for this stuff?

You got anything you can show me?

Come on, Joey boy.
It's all taken care of. Capisce?

No "capisce." What are you talkin' about?

-Where'd you get the stuff?
-I got connections, sweetheart.

Let's just let it go at that.

Is this stuff hot?
Is that what you're tryin' to tell me?

You're wastin' your time, kid.

Look, Guido. You better give me some
answers real quick,

or I swear to God,
I'm gonna run you in, I mean it.

Joseph Coffey,
you oughta be ashamed of yourself.

Mrs. Amico, please, stay out of this.

This is your last chance, Guido.

In 1958,
your family would have went bankrupt

'cause your papa didn't know
how to run his business.

But Guido here bailed you out.

-Wha... What are friends for, huh?
-Yeah.

That's it. I'm gonna run you in, Guido.

Where's your coat? Hey, Luce.

We're gonna take all this stuff with us.
Come on. Get your coat.

-Ooh, nice weave.
-Wool worsted, 100 percent.

BATES: Just, uh, keep movin'.

Hey, Luce. Did you have to arrest
this wardrobe too?

Renko, may I have a word with you? Hmm?

MAN: How many did you take?

Frank, did you have a chance to read
Hill's report yet?

Oh, yeah. Looks as if Jerry Nash
will be nominated for Medal of Valor.

I want to talk to you about that,
soon as you have a moment.

All right.

Ah, you know,
without putting too fine a point on it,

this Sanchez woman
was more than somewhat upset

about your curbside theatricalities
this morning.

So she came in here
and kicked up a ruckus, didn't she?

Mm-hmm. I sent her out with Perez
and Ellis for the rest of the day.

She's threatening to file
harassment claims.

Come on, Sarge. It's a practical joke.
A lot of new fish get gooned.

-You know that.
-Nevertheless, I'm sure you can appreciate

a certain sensitivity on her part to these
atavistic traditions,

minority-and gender-wise as it were.

She's a fine officer.
She wants desperately to fit in.

She was terribly hurt.

(stammers) I didn't mean to do anything.
I just...

Sarge, I've been feeling
real distracted lately.

You know what I mean?
Even Bobby's been seein' it.

I feel like I'm caught in some kind
of weird downward spiral, you know.

Well, it's a high-stress
occupation, Andrew.

This whole job walkout stuff is blowin'
all my plans half to hell.

I gotta lose 16
pounds in three and a half weeks,

or I won't pass my physical.

I'm 31 years old. I haven't even applied
for the sergeant test.

(stammers) You know, I'm, I... I'm...

(sighs)

(sighs)

Sarge, I never in my life meant
to hurt that little lady.

I know that. Don't feel too bad.

It's not easy maintaining harmony
in a job such as ours.

Well, you sure as hell
seem to do a good job of it.

Well, I've been at it over 20 years.

And in that time I've come to see
the precinct house for what it really is,

a tenuously balanced social microcosm,

composed of highly diverse
and competitive individuals.

Now, without some sensitivity
to their various dispositions

there'd be absolute chaos.

Ray, if it's not too much trouble,
will you file these, please?

I beg your pardon, Phil?

Well, I'm up to my hips in a serious
tête-à-tête with Officer Renko,

and I was wondering if you could file
these for me.

I realize budget tightening has forced us
to lose several clerks,

but nevertheless, there are still
appropriate channels for filing.

Oh, I see. Perhaps I should
have, uh, asked someone

of a slightly lower rank
than lieutenant, Lieutenant.

That would have been more in line
with established procedures, Sergeant!

Well, forgive me for thinking that favors
between friends required procedure.

I don't believe this.

Negotiations hit a snag,
and you two are at each other's throats.

Well, the sergeant was--

Sarge, shots fired, 112th
and Maplewood. Probable homicide.

-Hill and Nash responding.
-That's two blocks.

-We'll need backups--
-Coffey, Bates, Renko, go.

Thank you.

(sirens wailing)

-(tires screech)
-(sirens stop)

(dog barking)

(chattering)

(shouting)

(shouting in Spanish)

-Police! Drop everything!
-Hold it right now!

-What are you talkin' about?
-I got 'em.

Stop! Drop the bottle!

I got ya.

-Who you pushin', pig?
-I'm pushin' you!

-MAN: Help!
-Jerry!

Help! Oh, man! He's gonna kill me!

Jerry! Jerry! Stop it, man. Stop it!

Jerry, you're gonna kill him, man.

Jerry, what's the matter, man?

I'm okay. (panting)

MAN: Move along.

Bobby, Nash.

Captain wants to see you in his office.

I may need your help now, Bobby.

-How's your suspect?
-(door closes)

We left him at County.

-Condition?
-He got a little hurt, Frank.

Doctor said there's a possible concussion.

JERRY: They're taking X-rays.

He mentioned something
about a couple of ribs too.

You want to run it down for me?

We pursued the suspect down a hallway.

He threw a bottle at me.

-Where were you, Bobby?
-Bobby was behind me.

Uh... (clears throat)

About eight to ten, uh, steps, Captain.

And then?

I grabbed the suspect
as he was going out the fire escape.

He was high on something.
He popped me in the eye.

What steps did you take to control him?

It was an escalating force thing.

He was goin' crazy,
like angel dust or somethin'.

He popped me in the eye. I popped him.

I tried for an arm restraint,
but forget it.

Uh, he kept resisting,

I cracked him with the baton,
and that was it.

(thunder rumbling)

Did any other officers strike any blows?

JERRY: No.

Is that how it happened, Bobby?

That's about it, Captain.
It was reasonable and necessary.

I want 592s from everybody who saw
anything on my desk by 9:00 a.m.

Was he read his rights before you left?

That's affirmative.

And he called
the public defender's office.

FRANK: Thank you, gentlemen.

Jerry.

Nice work at the accident
scene this morning.

Oh, thanks, Frank.

COFFEY: You sure about that?

Yeah. Yeah.
They were all the labels that I had.

Right. Uh-huh.

None of it?

(sighs) O-Okay. Thanks. Thank you.

That was Division. They ran checks
on the maker labels

for every garment bust
in the last six months.

Can't prove they're stolen, huh?

Book 'em or lose 'em, Joe.

Henry, you don't think strings
could have been pulled?

You know, downtown.

Couple racks of suits,
maybe two seasons out of fashion.

Maybe Guido gave Chief Daniels
a three-piece for Christmas.

Hey, Joe. You think maybe your cousin

could pull me a size 46, uh, regular in,
like, a poly-Dacron.

-Oh.
-Or western cut kind of thing?

-You think you could--
-How about this nice gray?

That's beautiful.
Little stripes comin' down like that.

Little lone star pin here in the corner do
me just fine. Thank you very much.

(thunder rumbling)

Now what do we do? Get the rubber hose
treatment or what?

Oh, come on. Knock it off, will ya, Guido?

Kid from my own block. Joey Coffey.

-Turns cop and he busts me.
-Hey. Do me a favor too.

Cut the paisan routine, all right?
'Cause I don't want to hear it anymore.

How many times do I gotta listen to
"I knew your father when..."

I don't care when
you knew my father, Guido.

I'm out of that. It won't work.
So forget it.

(thunder rumbling)

(sighs)

Look. I didn't mean it quite like that.

All I meant was is that we all change.
That's all.

Guido, I looked up to you
when I was a kid.

You were somebody special to me.
You were somebody in my life.

And now I look at you,
and you know what I see?

I gotta tell you the truth.
I see a third-rate wise guy.

I always was a third-rate wise guy,
Joseph.

You just never knew it.

That was the whole problem.
Nobody ever took me seriously.

Even your father,
one of the finest men I ever knew.

Even he didn't take me seriously.

The dry cleaners.
"Guido, the pants ready Tuesday?"

"Guido, the spot didn't come out."

Now, finally, finally,
they take me seriously.

Because of you or because,
uh, they think you're connected?

I'm an old man. I got their respect.

What do I care how I got it?

And I'll tell you something else.

All those old people outside there,

nobody.

Nobody messes with any of us.

That's right.

The snatchers, the muggers,
they don't come up on 118th Street.

GUIDO:
'Cause the word's out. I'm a cheese.

And you're not.

Nah.

I ain't connected.

I buy all the clothes at distress sales.

Last year's stuff. Tag is still on it.

I talk it up and let people think
what they want to think.

I don't hurt nobody, Joseph.

Guido, why didn't you just tell me?

I mean, you could have
saved us all this grief.

'Cause I got pride, Joey.

Don't you understand that?

Maybe my life ain't everything
you thought it was.

And maybe I'm not a good
example to the kids.

But most of them don't know anyways,
just like you never knew.

Ah, it's funny.

(sighs)

Right now, Joseph, my life...

is more than I ever thought it would be.

(thunder rumbling)

Look. You didn't commit any crime.

There's just some things
that I gotta straighten out

for myself about the neighborhood.

There's nothin' to straighten out, Joey.

Like you said, you're out of it.

You moved.

I'm sorry, Guido. I should have never
dragged you down here like this.

Hey, Joseph.

Everything works out for the best.

Capisce?

And don't be a stranger, huh, kid?

Yeah. Yeah, Lenny.
I know you special ordered it for me.

LENNY: Yeah.
Well, it's only 178.50 a month.

You tell me how I'm gonna make
the payments if the union walks out.

-You tell me. You're--
-Come on, Lenny.

They're gonna be lined up around the block
to take the camper off your hands.

-Sleeves are a little short.
-I like the buttons.

What do you mean?
Lime green's a great color.

-I think the sleeves are a little short.
-Oh, it'll be okay, Lieutenant.

-Think so?
-Oh, sure.

-Hey. (speaking Italian)
-(chattering)

-Take care of it, Guido?
-Hey.

Who are we talkin' about here?
Guido Barbari. Come on.

-Hey. Fats.
-(chattering)

-(speaking Italian)
-Excuse me.

Excuse.

You fill out the green form, and I'll look
at it when I get back from the john, okay?

Okay.

Listen. We're gonna have to do something
with the racks, get 'em back to his house.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

That's right, Bill. We'll get the papers
down there as soon as we can.

-Sure. You too.
-(thunder rumbling)

Hello, counselor.

You feel like talking
about an assault, Frank?

You have a client accused of assault?

Victim of an assault by a police officer,

resulting in multiple
contusions, abrasions,

three fractured ribs
and a severe concussion.

Sounds like excessive force to me,
pizza man.

Not to mention assault
under color of authority

and a violation of the man's civil rights.

In which case, your officer, Gerald Nash,
could be looking at some serious time.

I talked to my men, Joyce.

They weren't aware of the full extent
of the injuries,

but they assured me
it was a necessary force situation.

(thunderclap)

I heard you were, uh, instrumental
in bringing him from Jefferson Heights.

I also heard he had some
disciplinary trouble over there.

Did you also hear he pulled two people

out of a burning car
less than eight hours ago?

I'm sure he's an exemplary human being.

But my client is being charged
with resisting arrest

and attempted assault on a police officer,
and he's the only one that got hurt.

Internal Affairs will have
the entire matter tomorrow morning.

Regardless of their conclusions, Frank,

Jerry Nash stepped way out of bounds
on this one.

One of my most reliable men
says otherwise, counselor.

(thunderclap)

All you have to do
is when you file reports,

just say you saw it,
and it was reasonable and necessary.

The guy's got some real problems.

Sure he's got problems. He's troubled
and maybe even should see a psychiatrist,

but the guy helped me
get started on this force.

He saved two lives this morning,

and what happened to him
could have happened to any one of us.

Now, if we don't back him,

his whole career is goin' down the tubes.

Bobby, you're asking me to cover for a guy
that I hardly even know.

(thunder rumbling)

Maybe I was wrong,
but that's the story I told Furillo.

So, see, uh,

if we don't back Bobby, then

he's gonna get hung out to dry
up there with Nash.

What we're talkin' about doing now
could lead to perjury.

Okay. Okay, then. Just...
Just write that you didn't see anything.

You and Joe came up
after we put the cuffs on.

It's a lie, Bobby. It might be easier
to defend, but it's a lie.

I'm backin' him.

Okay.

We didn't see anything.

But you gotta know this, Bobby.
This one's for you.

BATES: And it's askin' a lot.

(thunderclap)

(typing)

-Well?
-HILL: We're gonna back you.

But let me tell you somethin', pal.

We may cover for you,

but none of us are goin' back
on the street with you.

Goodwill's a short ration up here,

and you just used up all of yours.

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