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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

(yells)

Was there ever anything about me

that would lead you
to believe that I was, um...

masculine?

(laughs) You?

Midge Dolson made a pass at me.

All right, folks, the party's over.
You are under arrest.

You did good work out there.

I screwed up, and you know it.

You get well. I need you back on the job.

Is there anything I can--

I suggest you make plans
for another career, J.D.

I am going to personally recommend
your dismissal from the force.

Half the stuff I know about undercover,
I learned from J.D.

Nobody'd blame you
if you dumped him, you know.

Hey, Pop, how's it going?
You feeling all right?

If I was feeling all right,
I wouldn't be here.

That's my daddy up there,

and he's dying on me.

And he won't even let me sit
in the same room with him.

(sobbing)

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

The final score isn't gonna mean much

if the whole thing ends up
in a full-blown riot.

All this smoke in here bother you?

Move it or lose it at the elbow.

He locked me out, he wouldn't let me in.
He's gonna kill them both.

God's sake, somebody help me!

Get in here!

Mr. Reese, I wanna help you.

It's too late, man.

I'm over the line.

PHIL: Let's continue, people. Item Nine:

Uh, regarding, in fact,
the Pussycat Art House on Avenue B.

-(whistling, clapping)
-The, uh, patrons of which

have suffered over a half dozen recorded
holdups in the past two months alone.

The complainants being most typically,
uh, middle-aged business types,

seeking a bit of lunchtime divertissement.

(all laughing)

PHIL: Due to the inherently
poor lighting involved,

we do not as yet have a reliable
description of the perpetrator.

However, be apprised,

two of our people will be staked out
this afternoon

and may require short-notice backup
assistance from vicinity patrols.

Uh, for the movie-going pleasure
of, uh, said undercovers,

today's quadruple bill at the Pussycat
includes such exotic fare

as, uh, Nights of Bondage.

(chattering)

PHIL: And the highly underrated
Coed Madness,

featuring Ailota Fern and Jack Granite.

Don't. Don't do it.

PHIL: Okay, last item.

The, uh, George Valesquez
Benefit Basketball Game

to be held at the Burgard Vocational
Gymnasium tonight at seven o'clock.

Featuring the Hill Street
Divisional All-Stars.

(cheering)

PHIL: Versus representatives from seven
of our more illustrious local youth gangs.

Be apprised that in view of last
Tuesday night's armed hostilities

between the Mau-Maus and Los Diablos,
and the subsequent manslaughter charge

filed against one
Jackson "Tweety Bird" Childs,

tensions between gangs and between gangs
and police are unexpectedly high.

Uh, for those of you involved
in crowd control,

Lieutenant Howard Hunter will be
conducting a joint EATers and gang leaders

security conference here at 1400 hours.

MAN: Oh, yeah, I'll be there.

PHIL: After careful consideration
by Coach Neal Washington...

-MAN: Yeah, baby.
-...and a vote by your peers...

-the starting 5 for tonight's game is...
-MAN: All right.

-...Hill.
-(cheering)

-PHIL: Coffey.
-(cheering)

-PHIL: Belker.
-(cheering)

And J.D. LaRue,
currently assigned to the Motor Pool.

-MAN: All right, J.D.!
-PHIL: And...

Lucille Bates.

-(cheering)
-MAN: No.

All right, that's it. Let's roll.
And hey, let's be careful out there.

I'm bettin' money on this thing,

and now I have some woman
playing on the team.

Don't worry about it, cowboy.
Don't worry about it, baby.

-It's gonna be all right.
-I am worried about it.

It came down from Chief Daniels's
Gang Intervention Unit.

I don't care if it came down
from Mount Sinai, Frank.

I'll be dipped in brown sauce
before I'll admit

a bunch of genetically disenfranchised
warlords to one of my security briefings.

The prevailing opinion,
and I tend to agree,

is that as long as we have to play them,
there's much less chance of trouble

if we include them
in the planning process.

Frank, Division on line five.

Why weren't we so enlightened
back in '61, Frank?

I mean, we could have invited
Castro into the Oval Office

for a consultation on the Bay of Pigs.

Excuse me, Howard.

-Excuse me, Howard.
-COFFEY: You ever watch Julius Erving?

-Yeah.
-It's very simple, at the free throw line.

Right here, one hand. Boom.

-No, you--
-Judas H. Priest.

I have seen sounder free-throw mechanics
from the goldarn Vietnamese.

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 got 40 bills with the Mau-Maus,
65 with the Shamrocks.

Got a 30-buck side bet with Martinez
on the free throw percentage.

I figure with you as starting guard,
we got 20 points in the basket

before the scoreboard even lights up.

Well, don't start counting
your winnings so soon, cowboy.

You know those gang members
live and breathe basketball.

Yeah, but you tell me how many of those
little junkies made MVP at city college

-two years runnin'?
-Wait a minute, man.

-That was 10 years ago.
-Muscle memory, my man.

Which apartment did the screaming
come from, ma'am?

-(woman on phone, indistinct)
-Uh-huh.

All right, we'll get two of our
people on it right away. Yeah.

I want him outta here!

I want his butt arrested
and outta my apartment!

Look like you forgettin' who pays
the freight around here, woman.

Pay the freight?

He hasn't paid the rent
in nearly two months now.

Besides which I got the lease in my name.
It's right there in that drawer.

Papers don't mean squat,
so why don't you just shut your mouth!

Hey, everyone, just calm down.

Aside from hittin' me in my face,

he's threatened me with that gun
that he's always playing with.

Lady, you just bring that tone down.

CARTER:
I was just cleaning it, that's all.

Ain't no law against that, Officer.

Ma'am, would you mind stepping out
in the corridor with me?

My partner would like a word
with your husband.

We're not married.

Okay, now.

Uh, Mr. Reese,
you have a permit for this thing?

Sit down.

He's a Housing Authority cop?

(sighs)

Carter's a good man, deep down, Officer.

He's been real good to William and me
the past few years, but he's changed.

Ever since he got laid off
eight months ago, he's changed.

He hasn't found anything else
in that time?

-(dog barking in distance)
-(sighs)

Not that he hasn't tried.

Up until two weeks ago,
he was going out looking for work

nearly every single day,
but there's nothing out there.

Got so bad that he stopped
looking altogether.

How are you getting by?

We're not.

Mrs. Tate,
what would you like for us to do?

If you file charges,
we can take him down to the station,

but I can't say
that's gonna solve anything.

No, please.

I don't wanna get Carter in trouble,
but I'm afraid to stay here.

For me and my boy.

(sighs) Is there anyplace
that you can stay for a few days,

just until this thing settles down?

You tried making the rounds of the various
private security agencies?

I know it doesn't pay much,
but maybe it could tide you over

till they have a recall or something.

Why don't you save that career counseling
for your next domestic, Jack?

(sighs)

You don't know nothin' about my situation.

City's finest. (scoffs)

Yeah, you got an academy certificate
that's good for 20 years,

a full pension
and all benefits guaranteed.

Look, I know how you feel, man.

Man, you don't know nothin'.

I worked the federal projects
for eight years.

I went places you dudes wouldn't go.

I got shot twice, stabbed three times,
all in the line of duty. (scoffs)

Yeah, the city gotta tighten their purse.

It's always guys like me
that gotta go first.

I came within three lousy points
of making the academy.

Hey-- What's goin' on?

Carter, we thought it would be better

if, uh-- better for everyone

if we took your lady and her
son over to a friend's house,

just until things cool out.

You ain't goin' nowhere!

Come on, stay, baby, please.

William, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, William.

Don't go. Please don't.

Look, if it'll help you, Mr. Reese,

I-I have some people I know
down at the department that could--

Just go away. (sobbing)

Go...

(door closes)

-(doorbell rings on screen)
-(rock music playing)

WOMAN (on screen):
Just a minute. I'm coming.

-WOMAN: Hello?
-MAN: Hi. Excuse me, ma'am.

MAN: I'm from the Complete Suction
Vacuum Company.

I wonder if I could show you
some of my equipment.

WOMAN: Well, I-I'm busy
doing housework right now.

MAN: Really, it won't take much time
at all, I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

WOMAN: Uh, well, my husband
is very happy with ours.

MAN: Oh, is that right?

WOMAN: I suppose I could
use a new vacuum cleaner.

-(whispers)
-MAN: I can do a demonstration for you.

-It'll just take a little while.
-WOMAN: Okay, why don't you come in.

MAN: All right.
Beautiful place you have here.

WOMAN: Oh, thank you.

MAN: Oh, but I see there is a little dirt
on the carpet.

WOMAN: Mm-hmm.

MAN: Let me just turn this on,
and I can show you how it works.

(vacuum whirring)

I've seen this one before.

-It's not that good.
-(woman laughs)

-(dialog on screen continues)
-The director stretches his metaphors.

Ooh.

MAN: It's unbuttoned a little bit there.

I'm only killing a little time
between appointments.

MAN: Take off my jacket
so I can get more comfortable.

-WOMAN: Good. It is rather hot in here.
-MAN: It is quite hot. It is.

-MAN: It's getting warmer.
-Say, does, uh,

all this smoke in here bother you?

Move it or lose it at the elbow.

WOMAN: Ooh, that sounds exciting,
but, um, actually--

I could take you out to lunch.

I could take you to jail, dog breath.

-(conversation continues on screen)
-(clears throat)

WOMAN: Could I see how that one
works, please?

MAN: Yes.

Looks like business as usual around here.

Henry.

I didn't think you were coming back
till Monday.

Been kinda antsy sittin' around the house.

-Can I talk to you for a second, Frank?
-Sure.

Uh-- (sighs)

Just so you know,
Rachel and I are getting a divorce.

Oh.

We've been at it from every angle--

professional counseling,
talk of moving out of the city,

career changes.

Long, toneless conversations
around the kitchen table

till 2:00 in the morning.

Rachel laid a lot of stuff on me
about the marriage

that she'd been holding in for years,
you know.

How she never wanted me
to be a cop in the first place.

In retrospect, I'm surprised
it didn't happen before now.

How's your boy taking it?

He's four years old.

Doesn't know what the hell's going on.

He's, uh, confused.

He's angry.

Scared.

HENRY: How do I tell him I am, too?

Just like that.

How did Frank Jr. take it
when you and Fay split up?

Hard. He thought it was all his fault.

He had the feeling that if he could

somehow become this perfect kid,
maybe he could get us back together.

When he found out he couldn't,
he had some serious problems.

And now?

Now he knows my problems with Fay
had nothing to do with him,

that I love him very much.

But I won't kid you, Henry,
there's still a lot of pain for all of us.

I don't like being a weekend father.
You're not gonna like it, either.

I just can't keep going through
the motions, Frank.

I mean, last week, lying in a hospital,

all I could think about
was how lucky I was to be alive.

And I'm finding it

pretty hard to imagine

not waking up Josh
for school in the morning.

I just know I--

I have to move forward.

FURILLO: I'm as aware as you people,
given current events,

that the timing of this game
may not be perfect.

(scoffing)

But it's been agreed upon,

-and we expect to proceed...
-BATES: Watch it.

with the full expectation
that as a community,

we can sit down
and organize something positive.

In that spirit, I can only warn you.
Do not--

(chattering)

Disappoint our expectations.

Lieutenant Hunter here
will brief you on security.

-Security. (chuckles)
-(chattering)

HUNTER: Now, what the captain
is suggesting, gentlemen,

is that in all confrontations between
developed and undeveloped nations,

you may enjoy a numerical superiority,

but we will enjoy
a superiority in firepower.

(laughter)

Yo, Howie, I get the distinct impression

you're implying gang disruption
of this illustrious affair.

Well, what I am implying, Mr. Martinez,

is that, uh, as Mao Tse-tung
once observed,

power grows out of the end of a gun,
and you'll be leaving yours at home.

-(chattering)
-HUNTER: Now, all persons--

Listen to me, gentlemen,
all persons entering that gym

will be stopped and frisked at the door.

No exceptions.

-(chattering)
-HUNTER: And anyone found

in illegal possession of a firearm
will be put into custody

and delivered to this station
for incarceration.

-I'm not coming here without my piece.
-HUNTER: Gentlemen.

This game will be a model
of civilized behavior.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, my man.

Now, maybe you got all these
other bacteria brains fooled,

but not Cookie Marcel.

Now, you get a security force
inside that gym, the Dragons get one too.

-MAN: That's right.
-Who you calling bacteria brain, fool?

-MAN: Ooh.
-Well, you answered to your name.

-So it must be plain.
-MAN: Oh, no.

MAN 2: There's trouble in the monkey cage.

(overlapping yelling)

-Change your face, fool!
-MAN: Trouble in the monkey cage.

-I'm cool. (chuckles)
-Come on, Cookie.

-Hey, hey, get off my man, man.
-Sit down.

What's your problem?

Yes, ma'am.

MAN 3: Hey, wait a minute, hey.

I want a Gypsy boy
for every cop in that gym.

-(all agreeing)
-MAN 4: We want one too, man.

Oh, and I want some of them
yellow armbands too.

-(all agreeing)
-You watch us, we watch you.

Uh, gentlemen, security
has been well provided for.

-The request is denied.
-(men complaining)

What are we doing here then?
What are we doing here?

Excuse me. Excuse me, handsome.

Uh, I'd like to talk about
diplomatic immunity, huh?

(all agreeing)

Diplomatic immunity?

Judas, Frank, are we expected
to eat this "bushwash"

from a bunch of genetically deviated
miscreants?

(all yelling)

Furillo, get rid of this guy, will ya?

(all agreeing)

-No immunity, no game. Good night.
-(men agreeing)

-I like that man.
-No immunity, no game.

(indistinct whispering)

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen, uh,
the captain has asked me to inform you

that there will, indeed, be diplomatic
immunity on all outstanding warrants.

-All right. Yeah.
-HUNTER: However--

However, there will be
no transactional immunity.

I.E.: You are liable for any crimes
committed on the premises.

That is final and non-negotiable.

-MAN: Oh, yeah, we're negotiating.
-You're liable too, Junior.

All right, gentlemen,
are there any other questions?

Yeah, I got a question.

Yeah, are you some kind
of a queen, or what?

(laughter)

MAN: Jerk.

See you on the court, Howie.

Frank, it's gonna be a regular Appalachian
crime convention in that gym.

Now, just give me the okay.

I'll ring it with a beefed up EATer
division, and we'll drop the net.

It's our chance to set urban crime
back a generation.

Howard, it's a charitable event.

It very well could be, Frank.

Look at what those spaghetti-bending
leathernecks did with the Red Brigades

after the Dozier release.

I could move like that.

I'll consider it, Howard, later...

in the war room.

I wanna go home.

No, sir. You stay in this hospital.
You're gonna get well sooner.

Besides, me and Tracy want you to.
Right, Trace?

I think if Dad wants to go home,
he should go home.

Besides, you got all the modern
conveniences here.

You got a television set.
Just push a button, it goes on and off.

You got another button, you push it,
pretty little nurse comes running in--

Damn it to hell!

-Daddy-- Daddy, please, don't.
-I'm just a piece of meat in this place.

They roll me from room to room,
stick needles in me.

I'm a piece of meat.

-Daddy, they're just trying to help you.
-They're trying to kill me.

No, no, Daddy,
they're not trying to kill you.

I just wanna get outta here.

WOMAN (on P.A.): ICU, third floor...

Thanks a lot for backing me up.

You're doing him a hell
of a lot of good, you know.

Look, the doctors tell me everything
they tell you, Andy.

He's got six weeks.
Everyone knows it but him.

It isn't right.
If he wants to go home, he should go home.

You don't get radiation
and chemotherapy at home.

Things are different, damn it.

He can walk away from this,
and you know it.

It's in his bones, Andy.

It's probably in his liver
and his kidneys by now.

-Let him go home.
-No.

-Hey, Andy.
-Hey, man, where you been?

-Are you crazy?
-I had trouble with my bike.

Andy, leave him alone.

-Your father is up there sick.
-Andy, just stop it.

It's not his fault.
We're just at each other's throats.

You gotta stop it, or we're gonna kill
what's little left of this family.

So, cowboy, why don't you
let me take the wheel?

You can grab a bite to eat.

What's the matter,
don't I drive good enough for you?

No, that's not it. I just thought maybe--

Just give me a few more miles, man.
Just give me a few more miles.

WOMAN (on radio): All units in
the vicinity of 25 Linwood Terrace,

we have a 211, possible assault.

-Man with a gun. Respond, any units.
-Lin-- Linwood Terrace.

Isn't that where we dropped off that woman
and that little boy this morning?

-Yeah, damn. Hit it, Renko.
-(siren wailing)

(police radio chatter)

He's got Sheila!
He's got Sheila and he's got a gun!

They in the apartment?

Yes, he locked me out,
he wouldn't let me in.

He's gonna kill them both.

For God's sake, somebody help me!

CARTER: Get in here! All right.

-Now you all try coming up here.
-Get back!

Come on up here, they dead, you hear me?
I'm gonna kill 'em. You hear me?

Come on up and find out!

The perimeter's secure, Frank.

The buildings in the line
of fire are being evacuated,

and my men are deploying as per policy.

Good work, Howard. Henry there?

Stay away from the windows.
I repeat, stay away from the windows.

MAN (on P.A.): Stand back.
Ladies and gentlemen, please stand back.

He's just arriving now, Frank.

Okay. Keep me very posted.

I read.

He ain't answering his phone, Henry.

He's pretty agitated, Henry.
Probably drinkin'.

-How long's it been ringing?
-About four minutes.

You ever listen to a phone
ring continuously?

-Bullhorn.
-MAN: Folks, if you'll just step back.

Everybody, please move back.

Carter. Carter Reese.

My name's Detective Sergeant
Henry Goldblume.

I'm from the Hill Street Precinct.

It's very important that I talk with you.

Renko, try the number again.

I'm gonna call you on the phone.

-I'm only gonna let it ring five times.
-Police 6, this is 2202 Renko.

HENRY (over bullhorn):
I want you to pick it up, please.

(phone ringing)

(police radio chatter)

(ringing continues)

Mr. Reese? Mr. Reese, I wanna help you.

HENRY (over phone): I've just finished
talking with James Peterson,

your commanding officer.

He was very sympathetic.

He said he'd do anything in his power
to get you your job back.

You're too late, man.

It's too late.

Too late? What do you mean?

About jobs and all, you know.

I'm over the line, man.

I crossed it.

Carter, you're wrong.

CARTER: You expect me to believe
they're gonna give anything to a man

who say he's gonna kill his old lady?

Hmm? (chuckles)

It's too late, man.

I'm over the line.

Carter, I know you think you're in
big trouble, but it just isn't so.

No one's been hurt.
At this point, we can work anything out.

Mm, yeah.

What are we gonna work out, man?

Hmm?

Ain't nothin' to work out, man.

I tried. I tried it their way,

and it all falls apart, anyway.

It's too late, man.

This time I'm takin' it to the end.

Carter, let me have the child.

Put him in front of the door.
Let the adults work this out.

I'm just goin' now.

You know, just ridin' with it.

-(hangs up, dial tone)
-Carter?

Francis, Henry on line two.

Thanks, Phil.

Yeah, Henry.

It's a bad situation here, Frank.
I've lost the guy. He won't respond to me.

I got a terrible feeling
he's gonna hurt somebody.

Uh, you wanna kick the door?

Uh, to be honest, I don't want
the responsibility for that one.

It's not just the woman.
He's got a six-year-old kid.

What do you think, Howard?
Can you sharpshoot him through the window?

I think I'll go along with Henry,
it may be...

It may be a little premature, Frank.
Not with that boy in there.

All right.
Uh, just try to get him back on the line.

I'm on my way.

MAN IN MOVIE: Yes, how may I serve you?

MAN 2 IN MOVIE: Uh, how do you do?
I'm from the vacuum cleaner company,

and I'd like to show you
some of my equipment.

Would you like to speak
to the lady of the house?

(sighs)

What'll you have?

(movie dialog continues)

Uh, I'll have one of these chocolate bars,
please.

And, uh, a bag of roasted peanuts.

And a package of these cookies right here
and a large bag of mints, please.

And a large popcorn with double butter.

Oh, and a diet soda.

I don't mean any offense by this,
ma'am, but I gotta tell you,

after three hours in there,

it's a real pleasure to see someone
with their clothes on.

Four-ninety-five, please.

I know what you must be thinkin'.

Any guy that comes into
a sleaze joint like this

has gotta be a real dirtbag, right?

The fact is, these kind of movies
make me want to puke.

I mean, I know it seems funny and all,
my being in here half the day,

but, um, I had a client cancel out on me.

-You know, I got a lot of time to kill.
-Yeah, I know what you mean.

The gentleman here before you said

he was with a team of South American
anthropologists,

studying North American mating rituals.

No kidding?

Nice and easy, slim. Nobody gets hurt.

-Sounds right to me, my man.
-Okay now, where's your money?

-Right front pants pocket.
-Don't even blink fast.

You got it.

(Washington yells in agony, straining)

(glass shattering)

(growls, yells)

You suck bilgewater, dog breath!

-Get him outta my sight.
-Get me medical attention.

-That animal tried to maul me.
-(growls)

Hey, are you all right?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

-I had no idea you were a cop.
-(chuckles)

You weren't supposed to.

You were magnificent.

Thank you very much.

You know, I only work here because
I was laid off from the phone company.

-Jobs are so scarce.
-I know. They really are.

You think you might be needing me
as a witness or something?

Well, I don't know.

Uh, maybe we might--
We're probably gonna need you.

Let me give you my card, and, uh--

If you wanna give me a call sometime,
uh, maybe we could get together.

-Just to talk about the case.
-Yeah, I'd like that very much.

Well, good. Thank you.

Anything?

We've been calling,
but he hasn't picked up.

Any chance he's passed out?

No, these types are so hyper,
they burn it off.

Booze only makes them more unpredictable.

How long would it take you
to get in there, Howard?

Four seconds.

-All right, get back on the phone again.
-Right.

(phone ringing)

-(humming)
-(ringing continues)

Man, if you call here one more time,

I'm gonna take this phone
and I'm gonna throw it out the window.

Carter, it's Henry Goldblume.

I don't wanna talk to you, man.

Carter, I-I just thought
you might be hungry.

Let me get some of the guys
to rustle you up a couple of burgers.

The child must be hungry too.
We can put 'em out in front of the door.

Yeah, yeah, I got a stomachache.

Yeah, it hurts a whole lot.

You know, the food will take care of that.
Anything else we can get you, Carter?

HENRY (over phone): Carter?

Carter Reese?

-(Carter humming)
-(sobbing)

He sounds tired, Frank. Exhausted.

But if we can get him to eat,
it's a good sign.

Maybe I can put a note in with the food.

-He'll have a number to call in case--
-(gunshot)

-Oh, my God.
-Kick it in, Howard.

-(gunshots continue)
-Go! Go! Kick it!

-Oh, God!
-Everybody out!

-Oh, God!
-Is the woman still alive?

All right, get a unit for this one!
Just get a unit for this one!

MAN: All right, we need a paramedic
up here right away.

RENKO: I'm sorry, man.
I can't deal with this now.

You take it over.
I'll call it in from downstairs.

I gotta get outta here.

-MAN: Yeah, personnel's all safe.
-Hi, William, remember me?

(chattering continues)

Everything's gonna be all right, son.

I want you to come to me, William.

Okay?

Come on, champ.

Attaboy.

Please, William.

Come on.

Yeah, yeah.

(rolling thunder)

-HILL: You hear the siren? Wah, wah, wah.
-WILLIAM: Yeah.

HILL: Let's turn this corner. Here we go.

-HILL: Policemen drive fast, don't they?
-WILLIAM: Yeah.

-HILL (laughs): Do you like that?
-WILLIAM: Yeah.

Oh, that's good.
Here we go. Turn this corner.

(makes squealing sound)

HENRY: Officer Hill, Ms. Morgenstern
of the Youth Authority.

-Her assistant, Mr. Freeman.
-Hi, ma'am.

Hello, William.

You know your mama is sick,

and she has to stay at the hospital.

So she's asked us to take care of you
till she gets out.

Now, your mama's gonna be okay.

As soon as we can,
we'll go visit her, all right?

-You wanna come with us now in our car?
-It's okay, William.

I'll bet you're hungry.

We've got some, uh, fudge cookies?
Fudge cookies, huh?

Mm, sounds good to me.
What about you, champ?

Uh, Officer Hill,

I hope it's not too imposing to ask,
but he seems terribly attached to you.

If you could come with us for even
a half hour or an hour, it'd really help.

Sure.

Wanna go for a ride, champ?
Let's go for a ride.

There we go.

Let's go get some of those fudge cookies.

(rolling thunder)

(phone ringing)

Oh, Francis-- Thank you very much.

Uh, I just spoke to the hospital.

The mother's out of surgery.
Her condition's stable.

Oh, good. Thanks, Phil.

BATES: But I'm not worried.
I know we got this game in the bag.

(groans)

What I wanna know is how the bookies down
on Utica have us as 11-point underdogs.

Because they don't know
about our secret weapon, dummy.

-J.D.: Hey, guys.
-Hi, J.D.

-All right. All right.
-Hi, J.D.

Look, are we ready to go out
and kick the tails off

of those little twerps, or what?

-MAN: You got it. Of course.
-Sarge.

-Hi, J.D.
-Hey, J.D.

-Man, hey, something happened to your eye.
-COFFEY: Think quick.

NEAL: I'll tell you about it later.
How are you doin'?

Uh, Neal,
thanks for throwing my hat in the ring.

I appreciate it. I really do.

-I don't belong here anymore, man.
-Hey, you're playing, babe.

We need you.

Be apprised, that not withstanding
all considerations,

both monetary and,
uh, esprit de corps-wise,

this game will be officiated
with scrupulous impartiality.

MAN: We wouldn't want it
any other way, Sarge.

Captain.

J.D.

Ah, gentlemen, and lady.

I know how badly
you all want to win this one,

but let's keep our perspective, shall we?

I mean, the final score
isn't gonna mean much

if the whole thing ends up
in a full-blown riot.

Given our current relationships
with the, uh-- with the gangs,

there's liable to be a lot of hostility
out there on the court.

So let's exercise appropriate restraint.

Let's keep it cool
and let's keep it clean.

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

Personal foul. Two shots, biting!

Foul on number 11, biting!

ANNOUNCER: Personal foul,
number 11-- biting.

Sharron at the free throw line.

(cheerleaders) Hey, hey, what do ya say?

Two shots.
Hold your position on the first.

-Whoo!
-(jeering)

Some team.
I busted this clown for ludes a month ago.

Looks like he's still high on them.

REFEREE: One coming. Play the miss.

(crowd cheering)

(chanting, clapping)

ANNOUNCER: Now playing for the All-Stars,
Carl "the Pearl" Burlington.

That's the 11-point spread.

I thought this guy was doing
three-to-five upstate.

This guy was upstate?

Yeah, but it was only for manslaughter.

-(laughing)
-Let's play.

ANNOUNCER: All-Stars 11, Hill Street 14.

ANNOUNCER: All-Stars 13, Hill Street 14.

ANNOUNCER: Hill Street 16, All-Stars 13.

Yeah!

ANNOUNCER:
Basket by Carl "the Pearl" Burlington.

ANNOUNCER: Two more from the Pearl.

(growls)

ANNOUNCER: Score two more for the Pearl.

(yelling in agony)

ANNOUNCER: Lucy Bates for two points.

-(jeering)
-ANNOUNCER: All-Stars 34, Hill Street 21.

ANNOUNCER:
And 10 seconds remaining in the half.

ANNOUNCER: The Pearl for two.

(buzzer buzzes)

ANNOUNCER: And the first half is over.
All-Stars 36, Hill Street 21.

(chanting) Your mother eats dogs,
your father eats cats.

Rah, rah, All-Stars, kick 'em in the nats!

Just say the word, Frank.

Twenty paddy wagons and a little tear gas,

I'll accomplish more urban renewal
in one hour

than the feds have managed in a decade.

(buzzer buzzes)

ANNOUNCER: Gets under way with Belker
scoring two for Hill Street.

ANNOUNCER:
Two points for Hill Street-- LaRue.

ANNOUNCER:
From mid-court, the Pearl for two more.

(buzzer buzzes)

(whistle blows)

ANNOUNCER:
And that's the end of the third period,

with the All-Stars 51, Hill Street 31.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
So it's a little late, guys.

We're down 20,
but we still got 10 minutes.

Get off it, Neal.
Without Bobby Hill, it's a washout.

-Look at the score.
-All right, Bobby, all right.

Come on, let's play some B-ball,
all right?

ALL: All right!

ANNOUNCER:
Now playing for Hill Street, Bobby Hill.

ANNOUNCER: Two points, Bobby Hill.

ANNOUNCER: Layup, Coffey, Hill Street.

-(screams)
-ANNOUNCER: Basket from Hill.

ANNOUNCER:
Layup by Belker. Assist by Davis.

-Time! Time! Time!
-(whistle blows)

ANNOUNCER: Time-out called by Hill Street,

-All-Stars 60, Hill Street 59.
-Felipe, study on this.

We have lost an African,
they have gained one.

Coño, that all-important
momentum has shifted, bro.

Perhaps irrevocably.

CROWD: Nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one... (cheering)

(gunshot)

What's that, flowers?

Yeah.

I-I don't know where-- where to put 'em.

Well, Tommy stay for a while?

Now, look here, Daddy.

I really think you can beat this thing
'cause you're a fighter.

Now, in the last 10 years,
they've made a lot of strides

in this chemotherapy and all that stuff.

And the doctor's got a whole plan for you.

Some of these doctors
are real good people, Pop.

Is that all you come back for?

Daddy, if you go home, you're gonna die.

I'm gonna die, anyway.

No, you're not.
I don't believe that, I don't.

Now, you look at me.

These doctors can do something for you.

Besides that, we need you.

(scoffs) Grow up, will you?

Don't you care enough
to do something about this?

Damn it, you owe me more than this!

I don't owe you nothin'.

I just wanna die like I wanna die.

I never asked you for nothin' before.

You can hate me

for being selfish and not giving a damn.

But this one thing--

I'm asking you now, Andrew.

I'll talk to the doctors tomorrow,
and I'll see if I can bring you home.

Good night, Daddy.

(closing theme playing)