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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

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

(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.

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

Your lunch for Hal Massey today.

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

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

FAY: Hal?

FAY: Oh, Hal!

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

(sobbing)

NARRATOR: And now tonight on Hill Street Blues...

Fay, have you thought about taking some time off?

Who knows? You might get lucky and meet another Italian.

Stop this criminal act, or I shall be forced to use violence.

Name.

(vocalizes fanfare) Captain Freedom. (imitates explosion)

It got claustrophobic in here last night, Frank.

Two dead, another one critical.

Two more jacked out of shape real good.

I get the distinct impression you're implying gang business here.

I don't care if they're rebels

or charter members or your own damn brothers. I want 'em.

(chattering)

(clears throat) Item 24.

-(all groaning) -MAN: Aw, come on.

-Item 24. -(laughing)

(indistinct)

PHIL: As many of you have no doubt observed,

our new holding facilities on the garden level

are now ready to accommodate guests.

(chattering)

Be reminded, these luxuriously-equipped new holding cells

are emphatically not an invitation to, uh, hanky-panky

with any lady visitors looking for a premature plea bargain.

-Let's you and I try. -(laughing)

PHIL: Moving right along here,

item 25 is a communiqué from Detective Belker,

who continues to stake out the, uh, gas station on 122nd and Central

in hopes of apprehending the malicious malcontent

sticking up said class of establishments.

Uh, Detective Belker requests that, uh,

"All you...

units driving--"

-"Eunuchs." -(all laughing)

PHIL: Excuse me.

"All you eunuchs driving too close to my stakeout

during business hours had better stop compromising me

or I'll take it out on the internal organs..."

-What's a eunuch? -"...of each and every one of you."

(all muttering)

"Stay clear. This means you."

(chattering)

-Item 26. -(all groaning)

Relax, fellas. We're going for the record today.

Item 26 concerns the daring deeds of our caped crusader,

the one in ballet tights and green swim trunks.

Said individual made two appearances yesterday.

One at Delaware Park in pursuit of a purse snatcher,

the other, rendering gasoline-type assistance

to a motorist stranded on the freeway.

-We oughta hire him. -(all laughing)

You are encouraged to take time away

from the rat-infested, poverty-stricken urban reality

and tiptoe through the enchanted forest

-and throw a net over this guy... -(jackhammer clanging)

-(all laughing) -...before he hurts himself.

-(drill whirring) -Item 27.

(all groaning)

PHIL: As regards noise pollution.

-MAN: You can say that again. -PHIL: Guys, what can I tell ya?

They're supposed to be out of here by tomorrow sometime.

Frankly, I'm not entirely lucid as to what they're doing,

but boiler repair is a seasonal fact of life.

-(clanging continues) -I would like to conclude...

-(whistles) -(all cheering)

...with a special warning

to those among us of the Gemini persuasion.

Your fashion horoscope from this morning's paper.

"Tweeds and shetlands may bring new romance,

but cowboy boots are a kick in the pants."

-(all laughing) -"For career goals true,

-don't wear blue." -WOMAN: Thanks for the tip.

-(all chattering) -WOMAN: Let's get out of here.

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

PHIL: And hey. Hey!

Let's be careful out there.

(all chattering)

You think he was sayin' something about my cowboy boots?

(chattering)

He is saying that your cowboy boots are totally without any class whatsoever.

Well, aside from their obvious virtues, stature-wise,

they also happen to make me feel good.

Personally, I don't know how in the world

you can fit a whole foot plus five toes into that pointy little space.

Well, you'll notice that that pointy little space,

when applied with a certain deftness of aim,

provides a measure of incentive to your more reluctant-type felons.

-(grunts) -Hey, look!

-Would you look at this? -Oh, no. Look at this.

I bought this for Christmas for you last year.

I went down to Main Street and had your name put on it. "Bobby Hill."

And now look what ha-- (laughs)

Bo... Bobby, listen.

-Since you're having a hard time... -What are you laughing at?

...getting started this morning, why don't you let me take the driving?

Are you crazy? You're the worst driver in the whole state.

I am not-- I am not the worst driver in the whole state!

All day-shift units. All day-shift units.

We have a double homicide at 2379 Jefferson.

Hernandez, McAdoo, Coffey, Bates, Hill, Renko. Let's go.

Gotta like a job that peaks your adrenaline before breakfast.

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)

-How bad is it? -It speaks for itself.

(camera shutter clicks)

(man coughs)

(chattering)

MAN: Recheck that office to see what else we can find.

Yes, sir.

-We're almost done, Frank. -Two dead?

Another one critical. Two more jacked out of shape real good.

(shutter clicks)

It got claustrophobic in here last night, Frank.

Closing time, uh, they just walked in.

In the bar, the bartender, waitress, an unidentified couple

and a wino who found a dollar bill out on the street.

There were three of them, wearing ski masks.

They locked the doors and made everyone lay face flat on the floor.

-There's a piece of scalp behind the bar. -Wallets, watches, rings.

-Can somebody bag it? -Emptied the register.

Tore the place apart. Anything that could be broken.

They, uh, drank beer, urinated on the floor,

and they, uh, started on the people.

They pistol-whipped the bartender and, uh, broke both his hands.

Must have given them some trouble or something.

Then they put the guns to the women's heads,

and they repeatedly raped and sodomized them.

And they took one in the john.

It isn't pretty in there.

-Captain. -Hill.

Henry, there's a trail of stuff for six blocks.

Beer lamps, ashtrays thrown through store windows.

-What they couldn't carry they dropped. -Any help there?

-It goes nowhere. -Right. I'll tell the inspecting officer.

Thanks.

The worst was the psychological torture.

The victims were told over and over they were gonna be killed,

were made to beg for their lives.

Went on for about three hours.

When it wasn't fun anymore, they just stood 'em up and shot at 'em.

Uh, we dug lead out of three walls over there.

This one here

critically wounded the bartender.

And, uh,

this one here killed the Jane Doe.

It was fun. They enjoyed it.

-It was target practice. -(woman sobbing)

Get her to County Medical, and if it's at all possible,

then up to the precinct.

-Alice. -(gasps)

It's all right. It's all right.

-Why? -Kicks.

They picked the bar at random. It was a good a place as any.

-But it was a gang. -The survivors said that?

There's a lot of confusion, Frank, but the assailants were wearing colors.

We just don't know whose.

There are other indications. PCP cigarettes.

They called each other by street names.

The whole thing has that twisted kind of organization to it.

-Phil, Ray, in my office. -(chattering)

We wrap this in 24 hours, or we lose it, Phil.

-How bad was it? -Worse than you can imagine.

Massacre.

If they're at all able,

I want the survivors in here this afternoon, looking at pictures.

Ray, we're gonna call a gang leader summit.

Mau-Mau, Diablo, Blood.

I mean everybody. I want 'em in roll call by 3:00 this afternoon.

Diplomacy-wise, Francis, a summit on short notice may cause problems.

You know something, Phil? I don't give a damn about diplomacy.

I want 'em in here where I can see their sweat. If they resist, make arrests.

Don't worry about probable cause. We'll figure that out later.

If you have to, take Belker off the gas station, then turn him loose.

-Nobody does this in my precinct. -Ricardo Ruiz, por favor.

What happened, Henry? Who was on the streets last night?

-Teniente Calletano, Hill Street. -I just don't know, Frank.

What do you mean you just don't know? It's your job to know.

You were there, Henry. It was wholesale slaughter.

Complete and total barbarism worse than open warfare.

If you don't start knowing soon, Henry, it's gonna happen again.

Look, Frank.

The gang intervention guys are in a seminar with Chief Daniels right now.

They'll get here just as soon as they can.

Oh, that's just great. Seminars now.

I can think of at least ten questions that oughta be answered this instant.

Who, if anybody, is connected with that bar?

Who's been hanging around this block?

-Where is he? -Is there a dispute with this bar?

Is protection involved? Is protection being paid?

Names of gangs suffering dissidents. The names of those dissidents.

Names of members booted out of gangs in the last six months and the reasons why.

Names of new gangs being formed or in the process of being formed.

Names of gang members connected

with any other business establishment in the neighborhood.

Give us a couple of hours, Frank.

-Come on! -Names of gang members paroled

from Hillcrest in the last couple of months.

Names of gang members connected with any permanent,

or even casual patrons of this bar.

It's an emergency. Tell him to call Lieutenant Ray Calletano...

-Right. -Hill Street, 555-7670, immediately.

Captain, we're set to go.

Refresh my memory, J.D.

The arson job on that building on Hudson that boiled that wino.

We've got Murray the Torch downstairs.

Got him two blocks from the scene with his hands smelling like high-test.

And you've conveniently lost his file for the day.

You got it.

I'm gonna get a line on whoever paid him to set the place.

-Who else is down there? -Uh, child molesting suspect.

All right. We don't want to blow this on a Miranda.

It's leads we're after, not grand confessions.

I'm the soul of discretion. I'll ask the guy if he's got a match.

(shutter clicks)

-Uh... -You don't have a pass.

-Um, well, I have-- -Neither have you. Do you mind? May I?

-Hey, you can't take his camera. -Phil, you wanna take the film

out of there?

Admission to the squad room is by identification card only.

If you please, everybody out in the waiting room.

Everybody. Everybody out now!

-If you give us a chance-- -Can I get my camera back?

-Squad room's yours, Phil. Do your job. -Yes, Captain.

-Can I have my camera? -There's your camera.

Now, get a pass at the front desk. Go on, young man. Go on.

(door slams)

-(R&B music playing on radio) -All right. There you go.

Mr. Al-Habib.

-Pleasant motoring. -(bell dings)

(horn honking)

(tires squeal)

(honking continues)

-What the hell are you doing? -The horn's stuck.

-We'll be finished in a minute. -Get out of here!

-What? -I'm on stakeout!

-Huh? -You clowns were at roll call.

-You heard what Esterhaus said. -It is not as if we did this on purpose.

It happened about a block and a half away from here.

Damn! Look at this, Renko.

Oh, no. Look at that. Now, that goes to show you

what happens when you wear a nice new jacket in crowd control.

You're lucky you weren't wearing that at the time.

The horn!

-First it was the jelly on my shirt. -Would you get the horn?

-Uh-huh. -And then that cut-rate

coffee cup unloads all over me.

That's right. And then that drunk throws up on your gun belt.

Get out of my way, dog breath!

You can't even get a jacket like that.

-(shouts) -(horn stops)

-Hey. What did you just do? -I just bought this jacket.

You just broke that car. How am I gonna explain that to Esterhaus?

How'd you like to explain a missing lung?

I paid 250 bucks for this jacket.

So have it sewn. I don't care what you do. Just get out of here.

Have it sewn? You don't have any idea what that would look like, do ya?

-It would leave a big scar. -That's right.

And then the jacket wouldn't even hang right.

-That's right. -I don't know you hair bags.

Don't you understand that?

I am not Mick Belker. I'm a gas jockey.

You don't even know what fashion is, the way you dress.

Look at that. Come on, Renko.

-(growls) -Hey, Mick.

You think as long as we're in the neighborhood

you might top us off with a little supreme?

(growling)

-(door closes) -(engine starts)

Don't give me that self-righteous tap dance.

It's not a First Amendment issue. I'm telling you something.

-(speaking in Spanish) -Next time those people come in

without a permit, I'm gonna have 'em arrested for interfering with an officer.

CALLETANO: Mau-Maus and Pagans too.

FURILLO: Well, it's just too bad if they don't like my attitude.

-It's the only one I have right now. -Sure! Wise guy.

Have I come at a bad time?

Would you give us a couple of minutes, Ray?

Sure, Frank.

-Our prayers are with you, Mrs. Furillo. -Oh, thank you, Ray.

Hey. Is that a bleeding mole on your forehead?

(Calletano chuckles) What bleeding mole?

You know, it's one of the seven danger signs of cancer.

How are you, Fay?

Frank, that missing piece of plaster up there

could be exposing you to asbestos poisoning.

You know, the tiny particles, they filter down and get into your lungs.

That kind has the 50 percent mortality rate.

Fay, what's going on?

-Why? Nothing. -(siren wailing in distance)

Some people came over to the house last night from Hal's campaign.

They asked me if I wanted to run for the school board in Hal's place.

You know. They pointed out that since I was young and fairly well-educated,

they thought maybe I would appeal to the same voter profile spectrum as Hal.

-I said no, of course. -Why "of course"?

Frank, did you see the newspaper this morning?

Oh, that bomb explosion in London.

I... I don't know. I just don't know what kind of a world this is.

And that tragedy in Upper Volta.

You know, the school bus that just drove right off the bridge.

Fay, have you thought about taking some time off?

A trip to the islands might be very good for you.

I'll make a deal with you.

I'll pick up the tab in exchange for Frank Jr. for the week.

Who knows? You might get lucky and meet another Italian.

-(chuckles) -Sure. I can see it all now.

You know, he'd make a pass on the first day,

he'd propose on the second, and he'd drown on the third.

Oh. (chuckles)

That was a terrible thing to say, wasn't it? (laughing)

Oh, Frank. (sobbing)

(door opens)

Luncheon is served, gentlemen.

-Hey. You got my smokes? -Back off, you. Over there.

-Hey. Come on. I gave you five bucks. -What five bucks?

-What do you mean? -Rape some kid,

and you cry about it afterwards. Right, freak?

-I'd cry too, I was him. -Shut your face.

Ever see what happens to a child molester in the joint?

I told you to zip it up!

-(drill whirring) -LARUE: Uh-huh.

I got a lawyer named Schwartz. You know what I mean? Schwartz.

-Eats guys like you for breakfast. -I got people lookin' out for me, sucker.

(scoffs) You believe that jive? (chuckles)

Man, the way they treat you in this joint. Got no morality to it at all.

Give it a rest, man. You ain't shut up since you got here.

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. It's my third beef, and it's bum.

-Can you dig it? -I said shut up!

Hey, kid. I was in Rahway in '67.

-Had a freak like you in our cell block. -Cheese. I hate cheese.

-Got bologna? Want to trade? -By the end of the second night

he was everybody's woman.

He liked it. You gonna like it too, freak?

Hey. Leave the kid alone. How about it?

Man, I'd even confess to this stinkin' rap

just so I could be there when you get it.

And I might even help 'em give it to ya.

Let me see that, Leo.

No. This.

Ah. "Sugar, mononitrate,

beef fat, dextrose, sodium acid, pyrophosphate,

monocalcium phosphate, mono- and diglycerides, sodium caseinate,

polysorbate 60, artificial colorings and flavorings and sorbic acid"?

You're a walking time bomb, Leo.

GOLDBLUME: Ever held on transpersonal adolescent mod structuring.

Furillo wants your butts up here in an hour. We want some answers.

Don't be ashamed of anything. Alice, come on.

It wasn't you. You gotta believe that.

Chief Daniels can stick his seminars!

The chief will be very pleased to hear that, Henry.

You think it'll get back to him?

Excuse me, guys. Thanks.

Right here.

Alice,

some of the women officers have started a rape victim support group,

and I want you to go.

In fact, we'll go together. Wednesday night.

But for right now, if you can handle it, I need you to look through some photos.

-Sure. -Okay.

Joe, wanna give me a couple books?

-(Alice sobbing) -Progress on the summit?

Seven chieftains, five warlords.

Well, we got one or two recalcitrant types

who are presently being encouraged to attend.

Thanks.

Bev, Lucy may be able to use a backup.

Tell her she can have the interrogation room or my office.

-I'll stay clear. -Okay.

(pop music playing on radio)

(chattering)

-(horn honks) -He don't know what the hell he's doin'.

Will you just relax? How many smarts can it take to fix one lousy car horn?

Will you cut that thing off! Will you cut that!

-Hey, hey, hey, hey! -Turn it off!

-(stops) -Now, you listen to me, Cookie.

I don't want you to consider this an invite of some kind.

I want you to consider this some sort of a street subpoena.

You know what I'm talkin' about?

Hey, look, man. You got papers on me, let's roll.

Otherwise, I got better things to be doin' with my time

than standin' here playing group grope with a bunch of city employees.

Shake it, Monroe.

Say, hold on, Cookie. Before you run off mad, little brother,

how about a little game of, uh, liar's poker?

-What? -"What?"

-(chuckles) -(chuckles) What I'm sayin' is

this bill against the serial numbers on that hot box.

Hey. Whoa, man. That's bogus.

This is a legitimate purchase from my uncle, Rudy.

-Rudy? -Yeah.

So I guess you wouldn't mind if we took them numbers downtown

and ran them through our little computer, would you now?

All right, man. What time's the powwow, chief?

Oh, I'd say in about 40 minutes,

and if you can't steal a bike by then, I suggest you take the "D" bus, Uncle Rudy.

I said shake it, Monroe!

Later.

Let's go.

(chuckles) Had to rewire the entire circuit. Uh, that'll cost ya five bills.

-You got five bucks? -Aw.

Bueno trabajo, little buddy. Look.

Just don't you spend all this money on mind-altering substances. You got me?

(sighs)

Ah!

-Perfectamundo. -(honks)

Now, if I would've listened to you, we'd be down that station house garage--

-Come on. Let's go. -(siren wailing)

-(horn honking) -What is this?

-What? -I can't hear.

What is this? Look at this.

You make a call to the station house right now, and you tell them

that I want to have some emergency road service right now.

-If the radio works. -What?

(bell dings)

-What'll it be? -Uh, fill her up. Premium.

Hey, look. Hey, hey, hey. Whoa. I, uh-- I need some tires. You got a chart?

Yeah. Inside.

-Tire chart, huh? -Yeah. Right.

Comin' up.

There you go. Tire chart.

You do it, dog breath, and your brains will go across the street!

Drop the piece. Easy!

Don't look at me. Don't look out there either.

Read the chart. Read it!

(phone dialing)

Stop this criminal act, or I shall be forced to use violence.

Oh.

Don't worry. Bullets can't hurt me.

-Ah! -(both groaning)

-Get off. -(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

(growls)

You hair bag!

You are under arrest!

-(chattering) -(man whistles)

Belker.

-MAN: Hill Street. -WOMAN: He's arrested the man-fly.

MAN: Check out the queen in the red tights.

MAN 2: Whoo, ooh!

Sit, loony tune.

I don't know why you're doing this. The police are my allies.

-We fight crime hand in hand. -Move it, you lunch bucket.

-Name. -(vocalizes fanfare)

Captain Freedom. (imitates explosion)

Ten tons of nitro in one fist and a neutron bomb in the other.

When I walk, buildings shake and bad guys wet their pants.

You want to hear my manifesto?

-Name. -(vocalizes fanfare)

Captain Freedom. (imitates explosion)

I vow to give crime two black eyes

and fight injustice and corruption wherever they may lurk.

And brotherhood. I... I want to establish universal brotherhood.

-Sit. -(phone rings)

What?

Hi, Ma.

No. Everything's fine.

Oh, boy. I can't tonight, Ma. I gotta work late.

I know I promised. Can't we watch television together tomorrow night?

That's silly, Ma. Of course I care about ya.

I wouldn't do this if it wasn't in the interest of public safety.

I gotta call you back, Ma.

Well, I love you the same amount.

Really. Really.

Really.

Bye, Ma.

-(sighs) -Go see your mother tonight.

Shut up.

It ain't polite to listen to other people's personal calls.

Go ahead. Put her out of your mind, like you do every day.

She's just an old lady who makes a nuisance out of herself, right?

Just because she was the one person

who made the world safe for you when you were a kid

doesn't mean you have to spend a couple of hours making her happy.

So what if she gave you the best food off her plate,

bought you goldfish from the five-and-ten.

So what if she was there for every Little League game.

She wasn't beautiful or glamorous.

She didn't live in a big house, drive a fancy car.

She was just a woman who loved her son.

Yeah.

My mother lives on the moon in a jade bottle about this big.

-Hey. -Hey.

Hey. It's my understanding Captain Furillo was in some kind of a jam here.

-Needs a little community expertise. -Martinez, Los Diablos.

Uh, the invitation was for gang leaders only.

Yo. This is my backup.

You don't expect me to come to this police "benefits" without a date, do ya?

-Funny. -Thank you.

-(banging) -Wait a minute, man. What are you doin'?

I have rights down here! You can't be just bringin' me in--

I got Mr. Dudley R. Hicks here, special delivery.

Dudley. Nice name, Dudley.

-Hey. Come on. -You sure he's housebroken?

-All right. -Come on.

Just settle down, son.

Take the cuffs off, Luce.

He just took a swing at Joe out there.

No, take the cuffs off him.

What happens on the street we leave on the street.

As long as he's here, he's under the captain's safe-conduct.

PHIL: The meeting is about to commence, gentlemen.

Downstairs, if you please.

Yo. (speaking in Spanish)

Hey, Dudley.

Age before beauty.

-(mouths word) -Come on. Come on.

Yeah. Well, how would you like to be downwind of that?

Martinez.

-Place of residence. -The city is my home.

I fly the rooftops and move through the alleys like a shadow.

-I swim-- -Stop it.

It's not true. None of it's true. You make it all up.

They're laughing at you.

-(chattering) -They are. They're making fun of you.

Don't you understand that?

What am I supposed to do? Hide in my room?

Lock my doors and windows?

Let the fear in the streets rule me like it does millions of others?

If every man and woman got up off their knees and took a stand,

you... you think that criminals would walk the streets with impunity?

No. This is my city, my country, and I'm gonna fight for it.

Life... Life is a gift.

And you gotta reach out and grab hold of it,

or you are just part of the problem.

You gotta... You gotta hug your kids every day,

and you gotta put gum wrappers in your pocket

and take shorter trips in the car because that's what's right.

Me? I'm not backin' down.

I'm not givin' in.

They can beat me. They can rob me. I'll keep comin' back.

They can stomp on me until I'm just a little grease spot on the floor,

and someone else will jump in my place.

Life triumphs.

Love triumphs.

I'm a man, and I'm gonna hold my head up and walk like one.

-Yeah. -(applause)

Saucer men gave me this outfit.

-(all laughing) -Oh, my God.

I can't expect streetwise veterans like yourselves

to lose any sleep over a thing like this.

(jackhammer clanging in distance)

I don't even expect you to care one way or the other,

but I'd like you to take a look at it anyway.

Take a good look.

Hey. You got the prom pictures back, huh?

Two people died in that room last night.

A third is listed in critical condition at St. Matthew's with a fractured skull--

PHIL: Hey! Easy! Easy!

-Easy. Easy. -(shouting)

Easy!

A third is listed in critical condition at St. Matthew's with a--

-(jackhammer clanging) -Fractured skull, two crushed hands...

(drill whirring)

...and a .22-caliber bullet lodged in his spine.

Phil, please.

(whirring continues)

FURILLO: The body next to the jukebox

-was the 46-year-old mother of three. -(whirring stops)

She was raped four times before being shot to death.

Some ugly scene, man.

Hey. What is this place?

FURILLO: For those of you who slept in this morning,

or who just can't tell from those photographs,

that's the bar at Jefferson and 17th.

JESUS: Yo, Furillo.

I get the distinct impression you're implying gang business here.

Not that I would put it past some of these mutants.

-Hey, look! Who you calling a mutant? -The bar is on Diablo turf, bean dip.

-Exactly my point, poof butt. -PHIL: Come on.

The individuals involved in this were wearing colors.

Three jackets, all the same design.

-That makes it gang work. -MAN: Could have been renegades, Furillo.

Or outsiders.

Why don't you get down to it? What do you want from us?

I want the people who did it. It's as simple as that.

Either you already know who did it, or you can find out.

Man's got to be crazy.

Even if they was affiliates, which they ain't,

I mean, what makes you think we're gonna turn chuck-belly and hand 'em over to you?

FURILLO: Because I won't have this kind of sickness in my precinct.

Somebody's gonna pay for what happened last night.

If not them, then all of you. Do you understand that?

I don't care if they're rebels

or charter members or your own damn brothers,

I want 'em in hand on my doorstep by tonight at the latest.

-Or what? -You remember the old days, Pagano?

You remember what it was like before I took over up here?

No treaties. No sit-downs.

Police settling issues with leaded flashlights.

You remember what interrogation used to be like?

(man laughing)

You listen to this.

You try to protect the scum that did this, and I swear to God,

the old days are gonna seem like a picnic

compared to what starts around here tomorrow morning.

It's a two-way street, Furillo.

You have until close of business tonight, or all deals are off.

That's it. You can go now.

-Hey. Wait a second, man. I want to know-- -I said the meeting's over.

I believe you gentlemen know the way out. Come on.

BATES: Come on. Let's go. Right this way.

COFFEY: Yeah. Just move. Just move.

You have something to say to me?

I think you're making a big mistake here, Frankie.

You just can't push these guys around like that.

I haven't even started to push.

(chattering)

COFFEY: Come on, man. You deaf now? Move.

Yeah, right. "Relax, Bobby.

How much smarts does it take to rewire one lousy car?"

You're hangin' an albatross around the neck of this relationship.

-Sarge, excuse me, but... -What?

Renko here would like to explain why our unit will be on the blocks for two days.

-Later, Renko, huh? -I didn't want to explain anything.

-You did. -I didn't want to explain--

Deal with it, then, 'cause it ain't my way. Let's go.

Hey, Cookie.

I'd like to find that little mechanical wizard buddy of yours.

What's his name? I'm in need of a referral.

(sighs) He went to the movies on the five-spot you gave him. All right?

-Gee. Let's go, fellas. -Wasted youth.

And a wasted five bucks.

The Concrete Galápagos: Reverse Evolution and the Inner City,

by Heinrich Pendergrast.

-Have you read it, Frank? -No, Howard. I missed that one.

Oh, it's portentous stuff, Frank.

You oughta take a look at it.

It's like The Origin of the Species meets, uh, the subsidized housing set.

They forward the notion

that, uh, ghetto inbreeding, food stamps

and, uh, federal intervention in the natural selection process

is setting your, uh, your basic brown types

on a virtual genetic collision course

with Peking man.

You know, uh, cave drawings in the holding cells, Frank.

Those little, uh, buffalo pictures on the walls.

(sighs)

Okay, Howard. What are you trying to tell me?

(chuckles) I caught your act downstairs, old sport.

Doggone it, Frank, I was pleased as punch.

You have finally seen the light and decided to take a hard line

with these degenerative little sociopaths.

Now, you just give me the word,

and I'll give them the purge

that would make Dien Bien Phu a "dolgarn" weenie roast.

I'll keep that in mind, Howard.

MURRAY: That-a-boy, kid. That's it.

-That's using your smarts. -LARUE: Leo! Leo!

-Leo! Leo! -Tie it to the crossbar.

-That's it. Go ahead. Put it on. -Shut up, you scum! Shut up!

-I figured you for some kind of pig. -Shut up. Kid, I swear to God.

You're gonna miss an awful lot of wild nights upstate, kid. Go ahead. Do it.

I'll get you help. Take it easy.

Give it a rest. You ain't shut up since you got here.

-(clanging) -Leo! Leo!

-(shouting) Hey! -Don't do it.

Forget about it.

-You're gonna be dead... (indistinct) -Leo!

That-a-boy! Do it! Do it! Yes!

-No! Leo! -Yes!

-(chattering) -Attempted suicide.

That's a classic play for sympathy, Frank.

Typical of your, uh, child molester types.

-(chattering) -MAN: Give me some room here.

The critical case from this morning just died.

So long, freak.

MAN: Watch the stairs.

Oh, my God.

-I need a drink. -No, you don't, J.D.

(sighs)

MAN: Where do you want to put him, Lieutenant?

CALLETANO: Holding Cell A upstairs.

You can get through this.

(spits) Stinkin' cop. Creeps. Why don't you kiss him?

Counselor, Henry.

See?

(chattering)

I had a cup of coffee with Henry Goldblume.

I'm sorry about your day.

There's nothing to be sorry about. We simply have to do our job now.

-Any leads? -Nope.

Sounds to me like what really angers you is that this happened on your turf.

Joyce, I got three people dead,

a gang of monsters are running around out there,

and a guy just tried to hang himself downstairs,

and you're giving me Freudian analysis.

I don't need that today.

What are you doing up here anyway? Somebody's civil rights being violated?

As a matter of fact, yes, but I think I can take that up with the lieutenant.

(clears throat) If you, uh, care to talk about any of this

dreary psychological drivel further,

I'm available for dinner tonight.

(door slams)

I got every right to be hard on you, Captain.

What you did out there was real dumb.

You could have got me seriously hurt.

Or yourself.

You look like a dummy out there, you know. Pathetic.

So, I'm kickin' you loose this time,

but you gotta promise me that you won't do this crazy stuff no more.

It ain't workin'.

-It isn't? -No, it isn't.

The problems are more complex than you think.

-They are? -Yes, they are.

I'm the one who's supposed to fight the bad guys.

That's what they pay me for.

Those other people around here, the same way.

I think you gotta find something else to do, okay?

Well, they do need me on Mars. There's a serious crime problem there.

-I have to build a spaceship. -Yeah. Take your time. Do it right.

(keys jingle)

Thank you, Leo. You want to get the man his cape?

You know, uh, I could've broken through these bars,

but that would've been destruction of public property.

I'm sorry I couldn't let you have these things in the cell. Rules.

You and I, Mick.

We're cut from the same fabric.

We know what's out there. We fight the same fight.

Here. That's my card.

Ever get into trouble, you just show this,

and, uh, you could tell 'em you're a friend of mine.

Well, if you're ever in need of the services of Captain Freedom,

just hang a red flag from your rooftop.

-Or a blanket. -Thanks, Captain.

-An old beach towel will be okay. -I got ya.

Can I leave by the window?

Ah, come on.

When I was ten, I wanted to be Stan Musial.

(scoffs) I told you that.

I wanted to be strong.

I wanted to be good.

I wanted to be everything everybody ever expected of me.

I never thought I'd be what I am now.

Because of something inside, I thought I could make a difference.

You do.

A great deal.

-Thank you. -You're welcome.

It's the kind of place that falls off maps though.

The Hill. My turf.

-(pager beeping) -Oh, I'm sorry.

-(beeping stops) -Excuse me.

Uh, Francis, we received an anonymous tip on three juveniles. Uh...

PHIL: The tipster had a very Spanish accent.

Off the record, I think it was Jesus Martinez.

Stuff from the bar.

Wallets, effects.

(chattering on police radio)

Take 'em to the hall. We'll talk in the morning.

(siren wailing in distance)

Kids, Frank.

Sociopaths.

-(sighs) -(thunder rumbling)

(chattering on police radio)

Where do you put your hate?

Red Dog 1. Regroup on me. Over.

(engine starts)

(barks)

I owe you.

You're damn right you owe me, Furillo.

They scared you too, didn't they?

Later, Furillo.

Later.

Hi, Fay. I know it's late.

No, no.

(stutters) I... I'm f-- I'm fine.

Listen. Is Frank Jr. still up?

Yeah. I'd like to. Thanks.

Hi, son.

How are you?

I'm fine.

-What are you watching? -(ship horn blows)

Is it good?

Oh, that's great.

No, no. No. I... I just wanted to see how you are.

Right.

-(thunder rumbling) -Good night.

I love you, son.

(closing theme playing)