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

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

Oh, it goes double for me too, Frank.

You heard from your old lady?

Yeah, she called me last night from LA.

J.D.: It's none of my business, right?
But Hollywood?

Man, those guys
will just be all over that chick.

(clears throat)
Unless I'm terribly mistaken,

Frank Jr. already has a father figure.

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

His name is Frank Jr.

Sir Renko, Jerry Nash.

I used to work with this guy down
at Jefferson Heights.

(clamoring)

-(man screaming)
-Hey, Jerry!

MAN: Oh, man! He'll kill me.

One of your clients accused of assault?

Victim of an assault...

by a police officer.

JOYCE: Jerry Nash stepped way
out of bounds on this one.

He was going crazy,
like angel dust or something.

JERRY:
He popped me in the eye. I popped him.

Is that how it happened, Bobby?

It was reasonable and necessary.

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

We're talking about doing now
could lead to perjury.

We may cover for you, but none of us
are going back out on the street with you.

(indistinct chatter)

Item nine, as regards the deplorable
spelling being found in this precinct.

-(all laughing)
-Especially disturbing here

is the recent increase in errors
on your Form 1506 salmon,

1596 salmon,
your traffic citation 943 mint.

So, please, uh, note.

-PHIL: "Black male," person...
-Say, Renko. I want to see you upstairs.

...and "blackmail," the crime.

(laughing)

Men, these common mistakes,

besides being highly debatable
comprehension-wise,

can only make an impression

on the public's perception
of our intelligence...

that I might characterize
as, uh, negative in the extremis.

PHIL: So, uh, what say, huh, guys?

Scribble 'em down on the back
of your Miranda cards

and let's get 'em right next time.

Scribble.

Item 10 is the union situation.

-(groaning)
-MAN: Not again.

PHIL: Word is the, uh, city got down
to serious bargaining yesterday.

-(cheering)
-But let's not raise any expectations.

Let's not put down any $1,000 deposits
on Caribbean love nests yet.

(chattering)

PHIL: All right. Listen up.
Operation Cash and Carry.

Be apprised that, uh,

there are now 73 day-night
automated tellers in the city,

six of them on the Hill.

Customers at all six have been hit
by a gang of perpetrators,

operating out of a dark-colored,
late-model van.

As of 9:00 a.m. this morning,
half a dozen of our finest

will commence undercover surveillance.

-(groaning)
-MAN: All right.

The last item...

is, uh, the subject of organ donation.

-Which one?
-The one you don't use.

(laughing)

As of Friday,
the Greater Metropolitan Vital Organ Bank

had received only three donor cards
from this precinct.

-(groaning)
-One of said cards,

albeit proffered
by the anonymous donor with,

I doubt, the best of intentions,

-listed only an unmentionable.
-(laughing)

PHIL: And according to Ms. Wyshanski
of said bank,

unusable organ of reproduction.

(laughing)

Now, guys, cognizant as I am
of the natural reluctance

to, uh, part with one's vital organs,
even an extremity,

nevertheless, I might point out that

you're not donating a part of your body
to keep a stranger alive.

He or she is donating
nearly everything else

to keep a part of you alive.

-MAN: That's a good one.
-Right. Right.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(applause)

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

And, hey. Hey.

Let's be careful out there.

MAN: All right.

(chattering)

Say, Renko, how are those reports coming?

They'll be on the captain's desk at 9:00,
as promised.

Hey, you two, report time. Let's hit it.

-Belker.
-MAN: Belker.

Thank you.

Come on, move it.
We're still in the same place.

Come on! Come on!

Move it. Out of my way.

Watch it.

-Can I help you, ma'am?
-I wanna see Belker.

-Oh, there he is.
-Lady, you can't just walk in there.

Out of my way, hairball.

All right, mother's maiden name.

Bailey, Pearl.

WOMAN: They don't want to go.

What do you mean they don't want to go?

I just talked to her.

In three days,
the cruise leaves, paid in full,

and she says to me,

"Luana, we'd be happier
if you and your brother went."

BELKER: All right, it's very simple.

You go back to her, you say to her,
"Ma, Mick and I love you both very much.

But if you and Dad don't get on that boat,
I'm gonna break both your legs."

Why do I have to do it?

I'm on a very big undercover operation
today, so forget it.

What's the matter, you got amnesia,
how to pick up a telephone or what?

What's this?

Is this what I think it is?

Just keep your hands off
the evidence, hairbag.

Hey. Hey, those are sexual appliances.

(buzzing)

-(buzzing continues)
-Oh, it heats up, too.

-(stops buzzing)
-(growling)

(growling continues)

How would you like me to tear out
both your lungs, dog breath?

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

We're doing our best to expedite it,
Jerry.

Internal Affairs should have the paperwork
by tomorrow morning.

Excuse me, Francis,
if I could interrupt for one moment.

-Your lunch for Hal Massey today.
-Oh, Phil, I forgot.

I made plans to have lunch
with Howard Hunter.

May I suggest a wiser course
politics-wise, familial-wise

-and otherwise?
-Okay. Okay, you're right.

What the heck. I'll take Howard with me.
We'll kill two birds with one stone.

-I'll call Fay and reserve another place.
-Great. Thanks, Phil.

-You know the route from there, right?
-Hmm?

Well, Internal Affairs will come here
or you'll go there,

depending on your schedule.

Oh, yeah.

You gonna get a lawyer?

That'd just make me look guilty.

To tell you the truth,
I don't feel that I need one.

Frank, you know I'm real sorry
this whole thing happened.

I know you are, Jer. So am I.

-MAN: Whoa! Whoa!
-(shouting)

Oh, I'm really sorry, man. You okay?

Good. Hey, Captain, I just slipped.

Man.

I'll get a broom.

I'll clean it up.

I'll be right back.

Some days, huh, Frank?

-Oh, uh, there's one other thing, Jerry.
-Hmm?

Are you moonlighting?

Oh, just a couple of hours, that's all.

We both know that's against the book.

Well, I gotta do something.

I got ends to make meet. I gotta...

I gotta hire somebody to take
care of my kids, and--

(sighs)

It seems like I'm damned if I do
and damned if I don't.

You mean this stuff's not bulletproof?

A moment of your time, Captain.

Sure.

I guess that's all, Jerry.

(sighs)

Doesn't look like a skull-buster,
I'll grant you that.

-Are you here about him?
-These.

These.

(sighs) Are these all yours?

JOYCE: Take a look, pizza man.

I don't know anything about these, Joyce.
The night officer was on duty.

Loitering. Public urination.
Peeping Tom. Littering. Littering?

Was last night the coldest night
of the year by 10 degrees,

or am I Kurt Waldheim?

They're your classic cold-weather busts,
Furillo, admit it.

Temperature drops,
wind chill's up off the river,

time to comb the alleys
for a misdemeanoring bum.

Well, we did have quite a few officers

out on foot patrol last night,
that's true.

So, uh, do you suppose we could maybe
short-circuit the Mickey Mouse right here?

The taxpayers could use the savings.

And I'd like to get out of court
and have dinner with a cop tonight.

Oh?

You know, the two of us ought
to stay in from out of the cold.

Well, I'm not promising anything,
Counselor, but I'll ask Ray-- Henry.

Henry, uh, could you find Ray for me,
please?

Yeah, sure.

It is supposed to be chilly tonight.

-See you about 6:30, pizza man.
-(glass crunching)

(sighs)

-You know what this place needs?
-Hmm?

A repairman.

I wish this union we paid all these dues
to would get us some money, you know?

Say, with what you owe,
it will hardly scratch the surface.

I don't know how a guy like Nash does it.

I mean, I'm a single guy,
I don't pay a whole lot of rent

and I sure don't spend all my money
on clothes like you Afro-Americans.

-(siren blaring)
-Yeah.

You know, I don't know where
your whole paycheck goes, cowboy.

I mean, it would be one thing
if you spent $4,000 on a Harley

or a share in a powerboat

or, um, pay $200 on a pair of snakeskin
cowboy boots

direct from Houston, Texas,
that don't fit--

Will you please stop?

Or if you fell in love
with your creative writing teacher

and bought a $600 electric typewriter
that's still in the box.

Do you have to get
into emotional things now?

Or paid $1,500
for a set of contour weights.

You know, you're starting to depress me,
Bobby.

It's worse than being married.

I'm just a 31-year-old white man
trying to make my way in the world.

-Oh.
-They won't pay me nothing.

DISPATCHER (on radio): Eastside Park
units, we got a vehicular, mid 600 block.

-Forget about it.
-Oh, come on, cowboy.

Uh, Unit 2202 on that Van Buren vehicular,
we're close.

-We'll cover. Over.
-DISPATCHER: Roger, 2202.

Bobby, I'm too depressed
talking about my financial condition

to get involved in crime fightin' now.

My husband's gonna put a dent in you!

Listen, you shouldn't have been backing up
like that!

If you think you're going someplace,
you got another mistake coming,

-'cause I got your license.
-You're lying like a rug, boy!

Just because you look like Tarzan
don't mean you have to talk like him!

Don't call me names
and don't point your finger at me!

-I'll point at you!
-Hey!

Please, now! Everybody keep quiet!
The fast dancing's over.

Get back to your car.
License and registration, all around.

Come on. License and registration.

Listen. Right here, see? William Teacher.

Now, see, she come out the alley,
she didn't even stop to take a look!

-He's lying like a rug, boy!
-You saw it. You saw it.

I ain't gonna listen to you with "boy"!

I said you be quiet.

And, you, hey,
don't you be calling him boy, number one,

and number two,
you get your license and registration.

-All right, partner.
-Back there. Take a seat.

Y'all hear me? Get out--

(laughing) Look at this, stoned again.
Get out of the car. Get out here.

Now just stand up here.

You know what?

It looks like you need
a little bit more sleep.

A little more sleep, a little less of that
pharmaceutical you've been ingesting.

Go over here.

Stay right there.
I said, stay right there!

(indistinct chatter)

Don't you come off of there.

Hey, looks like we got a real junkyard
mess here, don't it?

Hey, if you're so interested
in looking at this,

why don't you go home
and get a dustpan and a broom

and come back
and y'all give me a hand, huh?

I'll sweep you up, honky.

Hey, why don't you climb
into that refrigerator and close it?

I have two ambulances comin'
from County Medical.

-You all want to sign--
-Hey, he's got a pipe!

You get over here!

Man, looks like you saved my head.

MAN: On the sidewalk. Get back.

See, we're trying to get the traffic
through here before Christmas.

What's gonna happen is this,
you have to get an inspection.

Here's the slip.
It'll be in about two weeks.

This one's uninsured.

Look, I got insurance, man.
Believe it, I got it.

The computer says no.

When did you get that insurance,
Mr. Teacher?

Look, I just paid last week.
I swear, man. Look, it went like this.

I had insurance, but then when they
canceled it, I had to get the other.

Mr. Teacher, I really hate to tell you
this, and I hate to do this to you,

but, uh, I can overlook
this inspection here,

this taillight and so on and so forth,
but uninsured is a criminal misdemeanor.

That is V.T.L. 427 of the criminal code.

And I'm afraid me and my partner here
are gonna have to take you in.

Oh, man! Look, man, I got it at home,
I swear.

Look, I got kids.

I got three kids and a wife
I got to support.

Now if I go downtown,
I'll lose my job, and I go on welfare.

Now what good's that?

RENKO: No good at all.

Look, I'll tell you what.

You come down this afternoon about 4:00,
4:30 to the station house.

You bring proof of your insurance,
and I'll take care of you.

-You got that?
-I got it. I'll be there at 4:00.

You got it, man.

-All right. Thank you for saving my head.
-Oh, hey, nothing to it. All right.

-COMPUTER: Hello. How are you today?
-Nice. Nice. How's about you?

I am here to help you
with all your banking needs.

What would you like to do today,

get cash, make deposit, pay bill,
cancel transaction?

Very nice of you to offer, though.

Thank you. I'm very happy to serve you.

-Have a nice day.
-Thank you. You too.

I mean it.

-COMPUTER: Hello. How are you today?
-I'm fine. How are you today?

I'm here to help you
with all your banking needs.

Excuse me, Sarge.

Could you just toss me that pliers
in the box there on the desk for a second?

-Hey, Phil?
-Hmm?

It really helps with a little cooperation.

This William Teacher
with the moving truck?

Computer just spit out
a felony warrant on him.

The guy that saved Renko's head?

1976, A & B, Missouri warrant,
Kansas City.

Oh, what a shame.

You know, a guy like that, I'd like to see
him get a citizen's citation.

-Pick up this guy, will you?
-(clanking)

Yeah, sure, Sarge.

So how's Jill doing out there
in fat-cat land?

Copacetic, man.

She's out all the time,
going here, going there.

Mm-hmm.

You know, I think, uh,

she really needs all this time to herself.

Yeah.

-So, when's she make the cover of Ebony?
-Hey, come on, man, would you?

She's gonna be back in eight days.

Uh-huh.

-Hey, what's the weather like out there?
-Hey, good, man. Good. Good.

You haven't even talked to her,
have you, man?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Man, now look, I don't... I don't know.
I mean, uh, the time differences.

You know,
by the time you get it straightened out,

I call her up,

her girlfriend says
she's either in the shower--

Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure.
And she doesn't return your calls, right?

Come on, man, she's pressuring you
into marriage is what she's doing.

No, no. Now come on, J.D.
It's not like that with me and Jill.

Oh, yeah, right. You're beyond all
that petty possessive stuff, right?

-How'd you know?
-(whistling)

Hey, cut it out, man, would you?

-Come on, J.D., cut it out.
-(scoffs)

William Teacher?

We're police officers.
We've got a warrant for your arrest.

Look, I told the man that--
I said 4:00 I'd be coming in.

WILLIAM: All right.

Um... (chuckles)

Doreen, take these packages back
upstairs for me, will you?

-Let him go now. He didn't hurt nobody.
-Hey, chuckmeat.

Why don't you, uh,
get back in your cellophane pack.

He ain't going no place.

(chattering)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Everything's cool. Everything's cool.

Just... Just parking tickets.

Listen, let me just say goodbye
to my little ones

and we can be on my way, okay?

Hugs and kisses all the way around, okay?
Here we are.

Come on, give Daddy a hug.
All right. Give me a hug.

Give me a hug. Come on. Give me a big hug.

Take all these packages back upstairs
and don't worry about a thing, okay?

I'll be calling you in an hour, all right?

Judas H., Frank, I'm disappointed as heck.

I thought we were gonna have a
chance to sit down mano a mano,

and, you know, chew the emotional bacon,
as it were.

-We'll chew it tomorrow, Howard.
-No, let's just forget it.

Don't pout, Howard.

Aren't you hungry?

I'm all right. I just have
a little indigestion. It's okay.

You're not gonna eat that?

-(microphone feedback)
-Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

as you know we're not just here for the
chicken à la rubber.

(laughing)

As all of you who paid
your $25 are well aware.

I, uh, I'd liked to take a moment now

to introduce to you

a man of the people,

for the people,

and most of all, for the children.

Our friend, a member of the school board,

who in four short years

has brought the paper-shufflers

and backroom bigots of this city to heel.

A man dedicated to uplifting the poor.

A fighter, ladies and gentlemen.

May I, Hal Massey.

(applause)

Hal, get up.

(clears throat)
If I'm not off in ten minutes,

somebody ring the bell for recess.

I really thank all of you
for coming today.

And I would like to hit hard once again...

on the one thing that I think is important

in mine or anyone else's election
to this board two weeks from Thursday.

The administration in Washington
has thrown down a gauntlet

to, uh, local communities
across the nation,

take care of your own.

Well, I propose that we do just that.

(clears throat)
I know the wretched slums of our city

like, like the back of my hand.

I know the most blameless

of all ignorance comes from growing up
on Jefferson Avenue.

-HAL: I know...
-Judas Priest.

He's bleeding all over the floor, Frank.

-(shushes) Calm down.
-I can't calm down about that, Frank.

HAL: And I know something
can be done with it.

Something bold

and compassionate

and courageous.

And I just want to say one thing
to all of you.

Oh, boy, I'm not feeling very well.

(murmuring)

FAY: Hal? Oh, Hal!

My God, he's dead.

-Did you see some of this stuff?
-Yeah, I saw it.

Just don't pull that string.

-What do you know about this stuff?
-(hissing)

-I told you not to pull the string.
-I didn't even touch it.

-I said not to pull it, that's all.
-How do you stop it?

-She's yours. Now she's yours.
-(laughing)

-Hey, how do you stop it?
-(wolf whistle)

-All right, Joe.
-(laughing continues)

-Hey! Hey, man!
-Come on, you guys. Let's move it.

(shouting continues)

A man like that,
tries to do things to help people?

-Young man, 52 years old.
-Fifty-two?

What'd he fall in?

Uh, chipped beef, supposedly.

Uh-uh. Actually, I heard it
was eggs Benedict, Henry.

-Eggs Benedict? You sure?
-It's what I heard.

Oh, I think you're wrong, Ray.

Eggs Benedict is more, uh, brunch menu.

-Yeah.
-I've eaten it at lunch.

You're not a native to this country, Ray,

so don't pontificate about what
a proper luncheon menu is at a function.

Chipped beef
is not a proper menu anywhere.

Uh, gentlemen,
I was there. It was beef stroganoff.

See?

By me,
beef stroganoff is not chipped beef.

Could we get some work done around here?

What, that thing in Kansas City?
You got to be jivin', bro.

Some white dudes start throwing stuff
around in the bar.

One nearly kills Doreen.

What am I supposed to do, just sit there?
Look, this isn't no Russia.

Hold it. Hey, Sarge. Sarge.

There's your William Teacher, Sarge.

Tell you the truth,
we think he's a pretty good dude.

Yeah, the guy's a saint, Sarge.

Francis, how's Fay?

For someone whose entire life has just
come crashing in on her, she's okay.

She's still at the hospital.

Shouldn't you have stayed with her?

She didn't want me, Phil.

You know, LaRue and Washington

just picked up this William Teacher,
the alleged fugitive.

Um, they'd like a few words with you.

You know, Francis, there seems
to be some rather strong sentiment

amongst the men that,

well, perhaps this is a situation that,
uh, we don't want to be responsible for.

Also, did you look over the reports
on the Jerry Nash incident?

Why?

Well, it just seemed to me,
shall we say, uh, contrivance-wise.

Yeah. It seemed to me, too.

Francis, can I get you some mocha java?

Yes. Please.

-Captain?
-Yes, J.D.

-Uh, about that guy...
-William Teacher?

Yeah. He's an okay dude, Captain.

He kind of helped us
out of a big jackpot today.

Why are you telling me this?

I thought you might want the information,
Captain.

What difference does it make?

Made a big difference out on that street
this afternoon, Captain.

Hey, look what some sadist
did to your girlfriend.

Oh, no! Look what they done to Marlene.

(in high-pitched voice)
I love you. I love you, Andy.

-(normal voice) I love you, too, Marlene.
-Bobby.

-You wanna--
-Renko.

Say, Jerry, have you heard anything
from Internal Affairs yet?

Uh, well, they're gonna go
over the paperwork tomorrow morning.

Renko, I want you to know I really
appreciate your covering for me on this.

Well, I wasn't covering for you, Nash.
I was covering for my partner.

Right.

LARUE: Excuse me,
you two handsome leather devils.

What's up, son?

-You know that guy, Teacher?
-Yeah, what about him?

-Had to pick him up.
-It's about a warrant in Kansas City.

You picked him up? You mean he's in there?
They got no couth around here.

That guy saved my skull this morning.
He saved my skull.

-Yeah, mine, too, lover.
-Hey, hey. Get out of my way, you hussy!

Just get out of my way.
You too, out of my way. Leo!

Hey, Leo, you holding a guy named Teacher?

I'm about to bust somebody's arm
out their socket.

Hey, man, I'm sorry. I'm real, real sorry.

Hey, bro.

Hey, come on, get him out of here, please.

Hey, look, they just come pick me up.

Warrant five years old.
Never were nothing to it.

You know, if you done something wrong,
you better tell me right now.

I got nothing to hide.
Just help me get home to my kids.

You just better tell me right now.
Get him out of here. Get him out of here.

Hey, Wash, uh,
is everything okay with you and Jill?

Yeah, man, of course.

Why wouldn't everything be
okay with me and Jill, huh?

Well, I don't know.

Except, Denise and I
were out at McHendrick's last night

and ran into Jill and her girlfriend.

So, you know, I said,
"How you doing, babe? What's happening?"

She turned around and practically ran out
of the place.

Well, no wonder the chick
acted weird, man. That wasn't Jill.

Wash, hey, man,
how many times have we been out together?

-I know Jill.
-Hey, Bobby, you may know Jill,

but Jill happens to be in Los Angeles
this week.

Has been since last week
and will be till next week.

Wait a second.
Are we talking about the same person?

Hey, you better get
your eyes checked, Jack.

Ain't nothing wrong with my eyes, son.
I know the woman when I see the woman.

Like hell you do, man.

All right. So she wasn't there.

Ain't no skin off my nose, babe.

Hey, you want to hear
something really funny?

Guess you don't.

-WOMAN (on phone): Hello?
-Hello, Miss Thomas?

-Neal?
-Let me speak with Jill.

-She's in Los Angeles.
-Look, Miss Thomas, I know she's in town.

-I know let me-- Now where is she?
-I don't know what you're talking about.

It weren't no kind of case to begin with,
$20 bail, you know?

And I had to keep going back to court
so many times.

Seven, nine times, I lost my job.

Finally, I got a job here and...

Well, you know,
I had the kids and all. I had to leave.

And them lawyers for the white boys kept
saying to the judge,

"We're waiting for Mr. Green," by which
they mean their money, see? Mr. Green.

And so that kept the case being postponed
so many times,

and, well, that's what happened.

That was, what, about five years ago?

Yeah. Seems if they wanted me so much,
they'd come and got me by now.

They probably don't want you much,
Mr. Teacher,

but you're facing a bail jump now.

I know. I know. That's why I say if you
send me back, I'll lose my job again.

Mr. Teacher, I tell you what,
I'm gonna go talk to my superior,

see if there's something I can do for you.

I'd... I'd really appreciate that,
Officer.

I'm gonna get this guy off right now.

Ray, try not to schedule
anything past 6:15.

-I want to try and get out of here.
-You should, Frank.

I'm gonna take care
of this whole thing myself.

-Hi, Andy.
-Lieutenant Call... Call... Calletano.

-Hello, Bobby.
-Well, Captain, uh, yes.

We'd like to talk to you about something.
Now, there's a guy--

-William Teacher?
-William, yes.

Would you like to sit down?

-I'll stand.
-Sure.

-He helped you out.
-Yes.

-He also helped out LaRue and Washington.
-Yes.

He's also wanted in Kansas City
for assault and jumping bail.

Yes. Well, see,
he didn't just help us out.

He stopped me from getting a pipe
smashed across my cranium.

And, Captain,
even allowing for 50 percent horse manure,

which in this particular case
I don't think there's too much of it,

the guy seems like he's a hell of a person
who's just been dealt a terrible hand.

That's interesting.
LaRue says the same thing.

What would you have me do, gentlemen?

Well, why don't you just--
We'll just open up the jail cell door

and let him take a walk out.

I mean, what about this, uh,
discretion we hear about all the time?

From where I stand, the exercise
of our discretion does not extend

to giving individuals who happen
to be nice to police officers

special attention in direct violation
of the law.

But, Captain, what about all the stuff
that we let the snitches get away with?

When we deal with snitches, it's because
we expect something in return.

Usually, in theory anyway,
we catch a bigger fish.

And I guess that something in return is
not equal to my skull, which, by the way,

from the amount I'm paid,
I could have guessed that, I could have.

I'm sorry, gentlemen. It's by the book.
We catch 'em, we don't cook 'em.

Uh, by the way, if you can scare up Bates
and Coffey for me,

I'd like to talk to all four of you
a little later about something.

About what, Captain?

Later, in the Interrogation Room,
we'll talk.

Come on. Come on.

You think you could, um...

-Hi.
-Hey, how you doing, Sheila?

Look, I got to talk to you about Jill.

(sighs)

Nothing's wrong, is there?

I mean, the girl doesn't call me at all.

Hey, look, forget it, Sheila.
I spoke with Bobby Hill.

He saw you guys last night.

What are you saying?
Jill is in Los Angeles.

-Mm-mm.
-Spoke with her mama.

-She's not there, so she's got to be here.
-Neal.

(sighs)

Sorry, Sheila.

Well, I guess I better go put the wash
in the dryer.

-(door closes)
-Los Angeles?

-Look, Neal--
-Look what?

What were you trying to pull anyway, huh?

-Well, I didn't go to Los Angeles.
-I can see that.

I could have. I really could have,
you know. The chance is there.

So instead, you hide.

You lie.

Would you have been happier if I'd gone?

I just don't understand
what you're trying to do, Jill.

Well...

I guess I just figured
that you ought to have a sense

of what your life
would be like without me.

-It's about time, wouldn't you say?
-Time for what?

Time for you to know, Neal,
or at least think about it.

Have you been having a good time the last
couple of weeks? How's your life been?

Neal, can you live without me?

That's a funny way to ask those questions.

Look, Neal, I am doing the best I can.

Now do I love you less
for not going out there or more?

Now that's a funny way to show it.

I mean, you shamed me. You embarrassed me.

And that sure as hell is not my idea
of helping a relationship.

-COMPUTER: Have a nice day.
-Thank you very much.

It's very kind and thoughtful of you.

Say, man, you got a quarter?

Hey, look here, brother,
you know which way Jefferson Avenue is?

I sort of lost my way around here.

(growling)

(tires squealing)

Joe, did you see the guy
on the back of the van?

Didn't you ever do that
when you were a kid?

It was a rabbi.

A rabbi?

(siren blaring)

Open up, dog breath! Police!

Slow it down, armpit, you're speeding!

-(tires screeching)
-(siren blaring)

-Freeze!
-(growling)

I'm here to assist you
with all your banking needs, hairball!

Spread 'em!

(chattering)

Move it, dog breath.

Left turn. Left. Left!

Bates, Coffey, Captain wants to see you
both in Interrogation right away.

Go on. I'll take over. Come on.

-I read your reports.
-We got a problem here?

Maybe you should answer that.

Don't know what you mean, Captain.

Gentlemen, Lucy,
I've been reading reports for 17 years.

I think I know the smell of a tuna by now.

(chuckles)

Now let's just wait here a minute,
Captain.

You see, this guy that Nash was involved
with, he could have done anything.

He's the scum of the Earth.

Is it plausible, I ask myself,
that you, Andy,

saw Esteban resisting arrest
in precisely the same manner

that Bobby saw him resist arrest,

even though, calculating what you did
with the other suspects down the hall,

you had to be at least ten seconds
behind Bobby arriving on the scene?

Is it plausible that you two saw
absolutely nothing

when you had to be arriving there
just seconds behind Renko?

And is it plausible, Bobby,

that you saw Jerry swing his baton
only once,

when by your own admission
you were just steps behind him?

And Esteban sustained four broken ribs,

facial lacerations requiring 38 stitches
and a severe concussion?

Come on!

People, if you don't fool me, you're sure
as hell not gonna fool Internal Affairs.

They deal with this kind of thing
every day.

I've known Jerry Nash longer than
any of you, and I have to tell you this.

If I were in your place, I wouldn't do
what you're doing in these reports.

Well, Captain,
I think I might be way out of line,

but I got a real problem with this.

I mean,
it seems like it's been going on all day.

First with this Teacher stuff and all, and
now what you're saying about Jerry Nash.

First thing that happens,
we get ourselves a new friend,

or somebody we owe a debt of gratitude to,
and that guy gets the shaft.

You know what I'm talking about, Captain?

I'm talking about a little individual
loyalty here.

I don't need lessons in loyalty from you,
Renko. I have my loyalties.

They're to this department
and to all of you.

But I won't be able to protect you
should these reports turn out to be...

dubious.

So why don't you just talk it over
among yourselves.

And if you decide to make
some adjustments,

have them on my desk within the hour.

Where's he been?

I'm sorry, Bobby.
I'm not gonna go through with it.

-I can't either, Bobby.
-So what happens to Jerry Nash?

You can kiss his career goodbye,
can't you?

Come on, Renko. So he gets a few
black marks. What's the big deal?

The big deal is he's already got
a few black marks

against him down at Jefferson Heights.

-That's the big deal!
-So he's dirty.

So maybe he gets what he deserves.

You know what?

What you're saying is you're willing
to throw a guy off a building

'cause he spent about two or three months
having a hard time at home

and now finds some circumstances
where anyone in their right mind

would want to protect their own skull
against the kind of person that--

What about the victim's skull?

Why don't you just knock it off,
all of you?

I mean, listen to us.

Cowboy, I'm the one who got us into this--

-Now you don't have to start that.
-No, not you, me.

I appreciate what you're saying.
I know you're saying it for me,

and I thank you for helping me out
when I needed you.

But it's not gonna work.

I am not gonna let you two
get hung out to dry

on account of me.

So I'm gonna change my report,
and I'm just sorry that I got you into it.

We wouldn't have done it
in the first place, Bobby,

if we didn't want to.

I know. I know.

Bobby, you aren't perfect.
At least you tried.

We're all trying, cowboy.

Well, anyway, I'm sorry.

You know what you saw.
Just write the truth.

(door closes)

Neal, can we talk?

You back for good?

No more lies.

Hey.

BELKER: What do you mean
you don't have anything to wear, Ma?

You're not going to a débutante's ball,
you're going on a cruise.

(woman indistinct)

I know that. Luana will take you shopping,
buy you a nice bikini.

MOM: A bikini? What am I, Brigitte Bardot?

What's wrong with a bikini, Ma?

I don't want to wear a bikini.

Oh, Ma, please. Come on.
You got a great little shape.

I haven't had a great little shape
since I was young.

The city walked away
from the table half hour ago.

I heard. It's gonna be a rough one, Phil.

The city doesn't have any money,
we don't have any money.

Oh, Francis, uh,
a couple of other matters.

On the subject
of those discretionary arrests,

the ones alleged to be wind chill related?

-Mm-hmm?
-I spoke to the night officer.

There will be no more busts
for littering or loitering,

though he can promise nothing
of the more serious matter of, uh,

public urination.

I understand the night officer's concern.

Oh, also, uh, the night pouch.

Hill and the others are reconsidering
their reports right now.

-What are they gonna say?
-The truth, I presume.

-By the book.
-You talk to Nash?

In the morning.

I'm sorry, Francis.
I know you go way back with the guy.

Uh, what a day. What a day.

Oh, Phil, I almost forgot.

Regarding the extradition
of alleged fugitive, William Teacher.

Next time you see Renko, tell him
we never heard of William Teacher.

That my certificate of valor
you're ripping up?

Francis, Jerry.

Frank, I don't know what you know
or maybe what you figured about yesterday.

I went out on a limb for you, Jerry,
and you sawed it off behind me.

Well, if that's the way you want
to look at it.

That's the way it is.

I'm gonna resign, Frank.

I just wanted you to know.

I think that's wise.

I get my accounting degree in four months
if I go to school full-time.

So I'm sending the kids back east
to be with their grandmother.

I hope things work out for you, Jer.

Yeah?

Yeah, I know you do.

Well...

I'll see you, Frank.

FURILLO: Phil, could you--

Oh, Joyce, give me a minute,
would you, please?

Why don't you have a cup of coffee.

Would you get me Ron Linker
in Internal Affairs, please?

(dialing)

Mrs. Furillo?

Yes?

We were never formally introduced.
My name's Joyce Davenport.

Oh, yes.
My husband's mentioned you, of course.

I heard about your loss.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

You know, when Frank and I were married...

the thing I feared most in life

was the phone call
in the middle of the night.

Or in the afternoon,
two cops coming to the door

to tell me that my husband
had been killed.

And, uh, it never went away.

During that whole time,
never had any real peace or security.

And then, when we were divorced,

I thought, well, at least I don't have
to worry about that anymore.

And then with Hal,

I thought I was gonna have it all.

Oh, God.

I feel so frightened and alone.

(sobbing)

(sobbing continues)

(sniffles)

(closing theme playing)