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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Name?

(vocalizes fanfare) Captain Freedom!
(imitates explosion)

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

-Where are the bad guys?
-They're in your head, playing canasta.

We're gonna set-up a scam saloon
open at 30, Frank.

Put out the bait for some payoffs.

You got a red zone out front.
No place to park.

Well, you know,
we're banking on a lot of foot traffic.

I'm saying a hundred bucks a week'll make
your parking problem go away.

Don't you wish to take
the fifth amendment, Captain?

I'm guilty of nothing.

The man's gotta find something to justify
that two million dollar commission of his.

Well, there is the matter of, uh,
Art Delgado.

Oh, my God, Delgado.

Here I be. (laughs)

-DAVENPORT: Who's Art Delgado?
-FRANK: Burn-out case.

We've been keeping him on the roster
as a paper soldier.

You know, signing him in and out
so he can retire with enough to live on.

You're a beanbag.
Look at you. You're a banana pie.

I want you out of my life.
I want you off this planet.

(indistinct clamoring)

-Here.
-What's this?

-I'm on a liquid diet.
-Right on.

People!

-(talking stops)
-Operation Smash and Snatch.

As most of you are no doubt aware,

we've had a serious outbreak
of vehicular purse-snatching

visited upon ladies driving
through the McKinley projects vicinity

these past weeks.

Uh, due to a shortage of female decoys,
the less hefty and bearded of you

will find at your lockers
a, uh, varied selection

of wigs, dresses and appropriate
foundation garments.

(all laughing)

Brady, Lyle, Allbright,
Knox, Peterson, LaRue.

-What?
-Further details to be included

in Lieutenant Calletano's briefing

immediately following
your post-haste wardrobe change.

Item ten is a, uh, precinct-wide memo

from Captain Furillo
concerning entrapments.

-Messieurs et mam'selles--
-(officers jeering)

Having pounded some pavement
in my day, I can well understand

a certain professional zeal, as it were,
vis-à-vis batting averages

and the squad room arrest pool.

ESTERHAUS: But, uh, let us be mindful
of the judicial climate out there.

These collars don't do any of us any good
languishing in the DA's lame beef file.

I would particularly recommend
this caution

to a certain female vice officer

seen loitering outside
the bus terminal men's room

in a "Love me, I'm sick" t-shirt.

(all laughing)

Finally, for those of you
interested in the tenth annual

inter-departmental
grand tourney poker finals,

as of four o'clock this morning,
after 12 hours of spirited play

at an unnamed downtown hotel,
the tally stands

Midtown down 80, West Delavan up 60,

-South Park down 20,
-Okay.

-Hill street down 140.
-(people clamoring)

Of course, a lot could change
in three and a half hours, people.

Those of you desiring
more current standings

may direct dial Klondike 5-4461.

Hold it!

Realizing full well
that many of you, as I,

have a considerable monetary interest
in this competition,

let us, nevertheless,
show a modicum of discretion

and keep the precinct phones clear
for somewhat more

sanctioned business, shall we?

All right, that's it.
Let's roll. And, hey!

Let's be careful out there.

(all clamoring)

RENKO: I'll get it now. I'll get it now.

Get out of my way, hairballs.

-Give me the phone.
-What?

I got nearly a two percent interest
in this clambake.

-What room are they in?
-406.

Any of you girls wanna go out

with a member
of the sanitation department?

Belker, dog breath, what's this I hear
about us being 140 in the hole?

COFFEY:
Hey, how many times you gonna call?

-MAN: Wait a minute.
-COFFEY: Would you just relax, Mick?

That was four hours ago.

Take a guess.

I don't guess.
Just give me the numbers, will ya?

We're up 500.

Read 'em and weep.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

(people clamoring)

GOLDBLUME: I realize a certain amount
of paper-shuffling

comes with the territory, Frank,
but, I mean, there are computers downtown

getting more job satisfaction than I am--

Sounds as if this is
building to something, Henry.

You know that smash and snatch operation
Ray's running today?

Come on, Frank,
they can use an extra hand.

Last time you went out undercover

you ended up getting
booted out of the house

and sleeping on my couch for three nights.

Size 14, Henry.

Don't worry, Frank.
I think my marriage is safe in this.

CAPTAIN FREEDOM: This is it, son.

Fear, loneliness, despair.

Voices screaming in the night. Prison.

Officer, I've got one for booking here.

I hope the rats in the holding cells
have been fed today.

Mick! Partner. Qué pasa?

Didn't I tell you a thousand times
to stay out of here?

What are you doing with him?

I caught the young lad
spray-painting a school, Mick.

I thought I'd bring him in,
give him the old scare treatment,

and then kick him loose.

-It seems to be working.
-Are you kidding?

This dirtbag has 20 priors.
One for assault.

People don't scare him. He scares people.

My brother was a lot like that.

We finally had to tie him down
and run an ocean through his head.

He's better now.

Can't you do anything right?

What, did your mother throw your brains
out with the bath water?

Keep talking, pig,
and get a shiv in your whitewalls.

-The captain's my friend.
-I think I'm getting through to him, Mick.

He's gonna take me
on a field trip to Venus.

After Labor Day.

-Look, Bobby, it's the ozone brothers.
-Oh.

(Calletano speaking Spanish)

Excuse me, Ray,
but unless you want to hear

the most disgusting revelations

about this man's off-duty persona,
I'd leave.

Uh, I'll call you right back.

Excuse me, Mrs. Furillo.

I found this in Frank Jr.'s
tank toy commander set.

According to him, it's a memento
from last weekend at your place.

-Uh--
-What kind of a man

invites his son over for the weekend
and then allows him to get a look

at his father making love to his cookie?

Nobody allowed anything.
He let himself into the apartment.

With the key that you gave him?

Well, if you hadn't brought him
by an hour and a half

before you said you would,

he wouldn't have seen anything
in the first place.

These things happen all the time.
It's no big deal.

I think we're talking
irreversible trauma, Frank.

(chuckles)

Well, I fail to see
what's so funny, Mister.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm not laughing at you.

(stuttering) It's just... it's good to see
you're finally getting over Hal's death.

Don't change the subject.

We're talking about your son's emotional
well-being here, not mine.

Look, if you don't make a big deal
out of it, it'll just go away.

Oh, sure.

So what if he becomes
just one more self-centered male

who think women exist
for just one purpose.

(sighs)

I bet she hasn't even missed it!

Remember, you are the hope of America.

In your hands resides the power

that will ultimately lift
humankind to the stars.

(both imitate explosion)

-Excuse me.
-It's you!

4000 B.C. The Princess Zuma,

daughter of Pharaoh Amenhotep,
whose likeness graces the wall

of the Great Temple at Amon.

-Excuse me--
-The lips, the eyes,

the regal slope of the nose,

the sheer, overwhelming
majesty of your beauty.

They taunted you.

A woman of uncommon intelligence.
A free spirit.

They did not understand your sensitivity

or the fiery compassion
that raged within you.

You vowed that you would return,

and now you're back,
oh princess of the Nile!

Um, could you let go of my hands?
I think you have the wrong person.

You're right.

The light's bad in here.

My mistake.

Ray, I have to grab a couple of your men.

Frank, I'm already shorthanded as it is.

What can I tell you? LaRue and Washington.

Got a prescription fraud call
about 20 minutes ago.

X-cel pharmacy down on Elmwood and North.

-Sorry, Ray.
-Oh, God.

Captain, thanks a million.
Thanks a million.

(sighs) Okay.

ART: Frank?

-Can I talk to you for a minute?
-Sure, Art, come on in.

-I know how busy you are.
-No, it's okay.

I want you to know that I appreciate
what you're doing for me,

but I don't see you taking the heat for me

from the Sullivan commission.

There's no heat, Art. Their investigation
has nothing to do with you.

I wish I could believe that, Frank.

I was subpoenaed two hours ago.

When do they want you?

Friday, at 3:00.

I'm not ready for this.

Frank, I can't sit in a room with three
or four people without getting the shakes.

I'll lose it in front of the grand jury.

Take it easy. Just try not to worry.

You have a seat. I'll be right back.

Other than stonewalling,
which I doubt he's capable of,

Delgado's got two choices, Frank.

He can either refuse to appear,
in which case he'll be held in contempt,

or he can plead delay of appearance
on account of medical grounds.

That wouldn't be too far from the truth.

After 19 years on the Hill,
the man's a walking breakdown.

I'd call his doctor as soon as possible
and have your man admitted to county

for observation for a week or two.

Sullivan ought
to be out of business by then.

I owe you one.

In that case,
I'll let you treat me to a hot lunch

before you tangle
with that jury this afternoon.

Just say when.

They have a lovely dining room
at the Hotel Francçoise.

Say, one o'clock?

Oh. I just thought you'd like to know,
Francis, we're up 1,250.

Refresh my memory, Phil.

Well, the tenth annual
inter-departmental poker finals.

Phil, in case you've forgotten,
this entire precinct is up to its ears

in a grand jury investigation.

In deference to which, I've asked the men
to move it out of the station this year

-to a hotel over on--
-Don't tell me. I don't want to know.

-Who's playing for our side?
-Bates. Lucy bates.

(chuckles)

-Bates?
-Uh-huh.

-Judas H. Priest.
-Oh, non, non, non, mon ami.

Cette femme est une "gambler" formidable.

(typewriter keys clacking)

Doggone it, Webster!

I know morphine addicts that can type
faster than that. Move over.

-(bell rings)
-Now, you see? Two hands, Webster.

Ten fingers. Rhythm, focus, dexterity.

(sirens wailing)

Right, I'll have it ready for you.

Hey, LaRue, he just called.
He'll be a little late.

You guys see anything you want,
police discount's 20 percent.

No kidding?

(whistling)

(chuckles) Let me tell you
about the smells women love, Neal.

You see this stuff here?

This is a little-known,
but highly effective product

that simulates the scent
of a male's sweat.

And I always thought you
smelled that way naturally.

You think I'm jiving. Women go crazy.

Hey. Watch.

(clears throat) Uh, excuse me.

Miss, my partner and I
are police officers, and I was just--

Oh, please don't arrest me.
I'm seeing a psychiatrist.

I can't help myself. Look, I'll just--

I'll just put everything back.

-(chuckles)
-And I won't do it again, I swear.

-Sir?
-I'm looking for Ms. Davenport.

Oh, Captain Furillo,
Ms. Davenport can't make lunch today,

but she wanted me to give you this note.

(sighs)

(groans)

You sure have a great way
of preparing your clients

for their court appearances, counselor.

I thought you needed to relax a little.

-DAVENPORT: Hungry?
-No.

You want to keep your strength up. Eat.

(laughs)

You know, the Sullivan commission
can't do a thing to you.

-Now, listen to me.
-All right.

They can't arrest you,
or charge you or discipline you.

All they can do is recommend.
So what's really bothering you?

Oh, they're so damn sanctimonious,
sitting up there in the state capital

buying three-martini lunches
with my tax dollars

and telling me about corruption.

They haven't a clue
how tough it is down here.

Mm.

Sorry, no sale. Try again.

FRANK: You're so smug, you tell me.

You're afraid that after
16 years of being Mr. Perfect,

they'll all suddenly think
you're just another crooked cop.

FRANK: I just don't want to be known
as another George Haluska.

What's so terrible about that?

You tell me.

Is he a lousy cop?
Does he run a lousy precinct?

Is the crime in South Ferry
worse than it is on the Hill?

-His cops are on the take.
-And none of yours are.

Not to my knowledge.
And certainly not with my blessing.

You can't work in garbage for 20 years

without occasionally getting
your hands dirty.

My hands aren't dirty.

Isn't it true that you are knowingly
falsifying arrest records,

duty rosters and pay vouchers
for officer Arthur Delgado?

Oh, come on.

The man's a walking casualty.
You'd do the same under the circumstances.

I'm not so sure.

And what really troubles me

is your belief that you somehow
have a right to function

under a different set of rules,

because you have an absolute corner
on the morality market.

A dangerous assumption,
Furillo, sanctimonious-wise.

(sighs)

All right.

What's your best legal advice, counselor?

I'd go in there loaded with as much
information as I could muster.

Tell them about Art Delgado.

Tell them about the building
and code inspectors in South Ferry.

And if you have to,
give them George Haluska.

Because if you don't, Chief Daniels will.

-You're tough.
-Mm-hmm.

-But you give good succor.
-Watch it.

Do you have to be back right away?

-Why, what do you have in mind?
_Aid of another type.

(car horns honking)

RENKO: So I'll have two breast of chicken,
two salad plates,

two orders of ice cream,
two more beers and some potato chips.

Yes, sir.
Mick, couple of beers. Couple of beers.

BELKER: Couple of beers, two burgers--

How we doing on that poker game?

Going good. Last time I heard,
we were up nearly a grand.

-All right.
-Yeah!

-You work here?
-Yeah.

-Dunello, health inspector.
-Back there.

Thank you.

We got an insect infestation
inspection in progress.

-Yeah, right. Got it.
-(door slams)

Sir, things like that,
you have to make some--

DUNELLO: You got a hell
of a business here, kid.

I was in your lavatory. It's a mess.

Among other things, you don't have
your regulation health department sign,

requiring your employees to wash
their hands, which is no big surprise,

because you also got no running water.

RENKO: Well, you know the pipes burst
in this place last night, so--

DUNELLO: What are they...
what are they supposed to do,

wash up in the toilet?

Also, you got signs of marginal
infestation all over the place.

I really ought to shut you down.
Hey, look at that.

-What?
-Roaches. Right above your griddle. There!

Now, listen to me. I need to know how much

it's gonna cost us
to keep this place open.

Well, we're looking at a hundred today,
with a regular inspection every Tuesday.

RENKO: I can't pay that.
Look at my help. I can't pay that!

(car horn honking)

-Hold it!
-(grunts)

Hold it!

-(grunting)
-(groaning)

(screams)

Help me! I'm a police officer!

All right, you--

-How ya doing?
-Fine.

Got the prescription? I called.

MAN: (sighs) Coming right up.

-14.63's the damage.
-Twenty?

(cash register clicks, rings)

-CUSTOMER: Thanks. Take care now.
-You too.

Hey, yo!

Hey, hold it right there, my man.
Police officers.

You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.

-If you give up the right--
-What's goin' on here? I'm a cop!

All right, I'm gonna go into my pocket
very slowly, get my I.D.

Nothing more. Okay?

I'm on special investigation
out of midtown, under Captain Jerry Fuchs.

We're investigating druggists who fill out
a prescription scribbled on toilet paper.

Now, this guy in here just sold me
200 amphetamine pills

written on a prescription pad
we got out of the evidence bin.

The doctor has been dead for six months.

(chuckles) Figures.
The guy there called us about you.

Said it was your third prescription
this month.

That's funny.

I guess I can scratch him off my list,
huh?

We're doing about 20 pharmacies.

-Who's your lieutenant?
-Moe Jacobs. You know him?

Yeah. Good guy.

So why don't you check it out
with him, if you want?

No. That's cool.
What we got here is a classic case

of the left hand not knowing
what the right one's doing.

COP: Typical.

-Well, look, if you guys don't mind--
-Hey. Hey, look.

-Sorry we jumped you, huh?
-Forget it.

Henry, did you get hit by a truck?

I'm telling you, Phil.

You like to think your fellow man
shares your regard for human life.

But then you get involved in a brawl
out there, in broad daylight,

where you're literally fighting
for your life, and what happens?

No one helps you.

I'm dressed like a woman,
no one lifts a finger.

I I.D.'d myself as a police officer,
no one helps.

What kind of a world
are we living in, Phil?

It's a sad commentary. No doubt about it.

Phil, would you book this piece
of dirt for me?

Oh, good idea.

Hey, why don't you get yourself
cleaned up?

I'll get somebody to take you
to emergency.

I'll clean the blood.
I'm gonna get a cup of coffee.

FRANK: Henry.

-Are you all right?
-I'm fine, Frank. In fact, I'm damn fine.

I don't think of myself as a violent man,
but it sure is nice to know

I can still go ten rounds when I have to.

Well, I suggest you climb out
of that dress, Sugar Ray,

and get yourself over to county general.

-You need stitches.
-Not to worry, Frank.

Boy, do I feel pumped.

Joe Coffey there?

(low chattering)

Yeah, Coffey here. What?

How's it going, man?

She's got kings full over nines.
I gotta go.

WASHINGTON: I don't know.

He said it's been going on for two months,
or something.

Sure about that?

Okay, thanks, babe. Appreciate it.

-(sighs)
-What?

Narcotics ain't running
nothing on druggists.

Cleary's supposed to be on harbor patrol.

I don't like it, man.
Maybe we shouldn't get involved.

What do you say?

I think we got to, babe.

Maybe he's selling, maybe he's using.
Either way, the prescriptions are forged.

Maybe if I talked to him, Captain.
I've been there.

If he were one of our own, J.D., maybe.
But he's not.

-Bring him in.
-Right, Captain.

Come on, lover, let's go.

MAN: I've had it.

MAN 2:
You can finish this hand without me.

Come on, Brebey, what are you gonna do?
You gonna call, or what?

-I'm thinking.
-Yeah, well, I'd like to go home sometime.

So go. Who says she needs Angelo Dundee?

All right. I guess I'll call and, uh...

Tell you what--

(money rustling)

Let's throw in another 500,
just to make it interesting.

-What?
-That's why they call it "guts," blondie.

Call or fold.

He's bluffing.

Call. Let's see 'em.

-MAN: Unbelievable.
-(groaning)

Four deuces.

(sighs) I can't believe it.

I'm gonna be sick.

You're good, kid.

But I'm better.

-MAN: Eddy, need a ride?
-EDDY: Yeah. Yeah.

GREBEY: Let's go. Lunch is on me.

-(chattering)
-(sighs deeply)

-How'd we make out?
-(door closes)

-We won two bucks.
-Two bucks?

What's that, about six cents an hour?

A $2,000 turnaround in one pot.

I don't believe it.

(sighs, groans)

Well, at least you didn't lose.

My back's killing me.

(sighs)

(groans) We gotta get out of here.

Hey, just relax.
We can hang out here for a while.

The room's paid for till tonight.

-Hey, let me under here.
-Joe.

Hey, relax. You can't give
a good massage over material.

-I'm the trainer.
-Mm-hmm.

Oh, I gotta lay down. Oh, I'm so tired.

As long as we got the room, right? Okay?

Joe.

Hey. Come on. We're-- we're both keyed up.
You're all keyed up.

Joe, don't.

No.

I started night law school in September,
so, uh, by Christmas,

I don't know, everything,
I was sort of backed up.

Things were going bad, so...

it just seemed like the easiest,

the most harmless thing to do
would be to get a few pills.

A few more pills.

Hey, I never dealt.

I got a problem.

Uh, maybe I'm a disgrace.
I don't know about that.

-But I never dealt.
-Where'd you get the forms, Dan?

Uh, evidence file
on a doctor's office burglary.

Case was closed.

Step outside for a minute? Please.

(exhales)

FRANK: So what's it gonna be
with this guy?

It's none of my business,
and you're his commanding officer, Jerry,

but I think he's salvageable.

He's what?

I've seen too much unnecessary wreckage
in this department lately.

(chuckling)
Come on, Frank, listen to yourself.

The guy's a loser. He's a liability.

Give him 90 days
for an inpatient at Hilltop,

and we might still have a good cop.

But if you cut him loose, we're just gonna
have another empty space in the line.

Since when are we the judges?

You went to the wall for Charlie Weeks and
he makes this guy look like Joan of Arc.

That was then, Frank. Now's now.

You should know
that better than anybody else.

What makes him so different from all the
guys at the ferry that we're busting down?

He's different, Jerry, and you know it.

This isn't corruption,
this is a young guy with a problem.

I'm no hero, Frank.

I have no itch to sit
in Sullivan's witness chair.

Let me have your gun and your badge.

COFFEY: It's the last hand of the night.
We're up a grand, easy.

Everybody's droppin' out, and then that
bozo from the heights, what a weasel.

-Sorry about that, pal.
-She had kings full.

Wired all the way.
She bets 500, he raises her,

and then turns over four deuces.

(sighs) Such are the vicissitudes
of fortune, Bates.

Hey, look at it this way.

You spent 30 hours
in a hotel room with six guys.

And you averaged six cents an hour.

(chuckles)

Hey, don't let it bother you so much.

That's not what's bothering me,
and you know it.

Come on, Luce, you were... you were lying
there on your stomach.

Since when don't I have the right
to lie down on my stomach

after playing poker for 30 hours straight?

Well, since when don't I have the right
to give you a back massage?

(stammers) You said your back hurt.

Joe, don't talk like an infant.
You were kissing me.

Well, I'm attracted to you.
I mean, is that a crime?

You were coming on to me, just like you do
with every other woman you meet.

Yeah, well, I didn't see you offering
a whole lot of resistance.

I just don't ever wanna hear this coming
back to me from any of the guys.

Well, who do you think I am?

I wouldn't do that.

Sorry.

I just feel so exposed sometimes, I...

Like, if I make one mistake...

You know what I mean? (sighing)

Well, do you know how
I feel about you? Really?

The last thing in the world I'd ever want
to see is you get hurt.

I wanna look out for you.

Yeah.

Funny.

You know, sometimes I feel
the same way about you.

And you were great in my corner.

And, would it be a fair deduction,
based on your prior testimony,

that you run a fairly tight ship
on the Hill,

that you keep abreast of events?

We try to. Yes.

Good.

Ms. Jackson.

Would you explain
to the jury what this is?

It appears to be a standard .38 caliber
S & W service revolver.

Yes, indeed, it is.

One seized with two auto theft suspects
this morning in Claremont.

Unreported as missing on
any departmental records.

And registered to one Andrew J. Renko.

-Who is Andrew J. Renko, Captain?
-He's an officer in my precinct.

Officers lose weapons from time to time.
There's no crime in that.

Now, if this isn't an example of gross
administrative laxity, Captain, what is?

Thousands of taxpayers' dollars are being
flushed down the Hill Street toilet,

and not just in bizarre incidents
like this unaccountably lost firearm.

Isn't it true, Captain Furillo,
that the abuse is so widespread,

your chief has sent a spy
into your midst to uncover it?

That spy, Mr. Peck, simply illustrates

that my department does a fairly good job
of policing itself.

Yes. We'll find out just how good a job
when your Chief Daniels

shows up right after you to discuss
his celebrated "scam saloon."

Now, moving on to another shining example,
the Hill Street postage meter.

Oh, come on, Mr. Peck,
surely this $2 million commission

hasn't been reduced
to counting paper clips?

Why don't you put up or shut up?

(jurors murmuring)

-All right. Art Delgado.
-At last.

Now, this jury has already heard testimony

as to the organized system by which
Officer Delgado received pay

for no work whatsoever.

Last time, when you asked me
about "serious wrongdoings,"

the name Art Delgado
didn't even occur to me.

I wonder, Mr. Peck, have you told
your jurors anything about Art Delgado?

You mean about his no-shows?

About his manifest unfitness
for police work?

Officer Delgado has served this city
for more than 29 years.

After nine years of service,

he lost all seniority because he took
a year's leave of absence.

Today, he's still six months shy
of a 20-year pension.

If you pull the string on him now, he gets
40 percent of a 15-year disability.

I respectfully submit,
you can't even feed a dog on that.

I've brought along a summary
of Officer Delgado's service record:

four medals of valor,

five humanitarian citations,
three shoot-outs.

Are we now simply
to discard Officer Delgado?

Yes, we've been carrying him
until his retirement.

I would feel only shame
if we'd done any less.

Take care to what
you're confessing to, Captain.

Then along comes this commission,

with cynicism and a hunger for headlines.

Whatever we did for Art Delgado,
I take responsibility.

Why don't you prosecute me?
Smear me in the press?

Destroy my reputation, if you can.
But I'll not sell out Art Delgado.

I'll not.

Now, am I dismissed, Mr. Peck?

No further questions.

Captain...

you should know that it has been
determined to remand you

into the custody of your commanding
officer for discipline.

Under the circumstances,
consider it a slap on the wrist.

Well, Frank, how did it go?

I'm remanded to you for a slap
on the wrist.

Consider yourself slapped.

It won't work,
it's gone too far. They're yours.

Come on, Frank.
What are you doing? Cool down.

Cool down? You set me up!
You put me in the jackpot. You used me!

Of course I did. So what?
I'm the chief and you're the captain.

Frank, why are you always
quitting on me, huh?

What is it,
the Italian grand opera streak?

Come on, Frank, I can't go into the jury
carrying an extra badge and gun.

What about Art Delgado?

All right, what about him?

-I want assurances he'll be taken care of.
-No problem at all, Frank.

I have friends over at Paramount security.
We'll send him right over there.

That's not good enough.
Paramount security is not good enough.

And let's face it,
Art Delgado's not good enough.

He couldn't separate paper clips
at Paramount security anymore.

-For God's sake, what then?
-He stays on the force.

His year's leave is recredited so he gets
a 30-year retirement instead of a 20.

Frank, I'd have to go
to the City Council on that.

Then go.

And I also want him given
a complete medical shield

against those vultures in there.

Frank, give me a break. The timing's not
right on that, and you know it!

It never is. Within the month.

Or you can go into that jury and brag
about how you bagged an 18-year captain.

Meanwhile, I'll grab a few headlines
for my own side of things.

Okay, Frank. One month.

I owe you, and this is it.

Just put these away, will you?

Thanks.

I'm sorry you've taken
all this so hard, Frank.

But I gotta tell ya, I feel great.

For the first time in three weeks,
this morning I had a normal sit-down.

I can't tell you what a joy it was.

Went in there with the sports section,
and it was un--

MS. JACKSON: Chief Daniels.

It's gonna be a great day
for the department, Frank.

-Two burgers, well done.
-I said rare, man.

-No, you didn't. You said well done.
-No, I said rare.

Well done.

Yeah, well, anyway,
so you girls are stews, huh?

You fly?

RENKO: I don't like flying much myself,
see, I usually,

I get sick, or I hear
the landing gear go down.

And I think it's a bomb going off,
or somethin' like that.

-Back kind of soon, aren't you?
-Yeah, just driving by.

Saw you got three deep at the bar here.

What do you want?

Ah, you do more business,
you create more problems.

I said, what do you want?

Hey, boy, watch your tone,
would you? More money.

(chatter)

-Everybody, freeze! Nobody gets hurt.
-(patrons screaming)

-(shouts, indistinct)
-Don't move.

-Oh, boy.
-(cocking gun)

ROBBER: This ain't made of soap. Come on!

BELKER: I don't want you to think
I'm being cute, or nothing,

but you, I... I just want you
to take a look around.

-(cocking gun)
-(woman screaming)

Nobody wants to shoot.

Why don't you just back out
the door, nice and easy?

Nobody's gonna shoot.
Go on, nice and easy.

Stop this criminal act!
Stop this criminal act!

(echoing)

-(grunts)
-(siren blaring)

We get 'em, Mick?

Sure we got 'em, Captain.
You keep still now.

My neutro-warp generator failed.

Should've stopped the bullet.

My fault for not checking the batteries.
I...

You gotta keep quiet.
I don't want any talking now.

I can take any amount of pain.

Put the suffering of all
the world on my shoulders.

I can take it. I can take it.
And I ain't afraid to die.

Will you shut up? Nobody's gonna die.

I tell you what, you die, you hairbag,
I'll kick your butt across the block.

(chuckles)

You're looking at the wrong thing, Mick.

You're looking at this. This isn't me.

I'm eternal.

I live in the alley cats
and the buses in the street.

You can't kill me, because I'm the city.

Dan-da-dadan! I am the city. (groans)

The power's in the glove, Mick.
It always was.

It's yours now. You gotta take it.

Here, you take this.

You know we're buddies, don't ya?

You know we fight the same fight.

There, Mick. Out there.

Gangsters, mad scientists,

mutant cave creatures, villains.

They're daring us with their arrogance.

We've got to save the city.

Gotta make it beautiful again.

We gotta feel the wind in our faces,
see the stars over our shoulders.

It's all so clear, Mick. I mean, I--

I can almost reach out and touch it.

Ha!

Oh, Captain--

No sense of responsibility, integrity,
loyalty, generosity or truth.

Period. None. Nada.

A sense of bowel movements, yes.
That he's got.

I wouldn't be the most disappointed person
in the world if you quit the department.

A man with your background and smarts.

There are all kinds of things
you could do.

Mm-hmm. Like what?

I bet you could get a job teaching.
In a university or a law school.

You know, in two more years, I'll be a 20.

Maybe then I'll start thinking about it.

I figured you'd say that. (inhales deeply)

I prayed he wouldn't take it.

Hmm?

When I offered Daniels my gun,
I prayed he wouldn't take it.

Funny. I sort of wish he had.

(closing theme playing)