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

PHIL: We have two officers down.

Jack Halloran and Wallace Tubbs.
Halloran's the fatality.

Ballistics just matched
the bullets to the .357.

Well, who's it registered to?
Where's the name?

Did you ever know a guy on the street
by the name of Billy Harris?

What about Billy Harrison?
Squirrel Harrison.

That is precisely the point
of First Strike Estates, Phil.

It's survival with dignity.

Have you thought about the future
of young Frank Jr. lately,

vis-à-vis the unthinkable?

He was paralyzed from the chest down.

-His spine collapsed.
-Is there anything you can do about it?

He's gonna die, Mr. Renko.

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

if there's any chance at all
that this is not the man who raped you...

He was. I swear.

Come on, would you rape somebody
after just having had sex?

Me? I rather doubt it.

I may be a little out of line here,

but it seems to me you can't forgive J.D.,
'cause he got the same problem you had.

Still have, Neal.

PHIL: Item 11.

Due apparently to the adverse
economic realities of ghetto life,

not to mention spring's
more temperate clime,

a number of the Hill's professional women

have taken to transacting business
under the bushes--

(laughing, chattering)

Just inside the park's
117th Street entrance.

MAN: Favorite place to be!

PHIL: Yesterday, four individuals

of the, uh, john persuasion
were found quite hapless

and pants-less...

(laughter)

Under the flowering rhododendrons.

Let's try and domesticate
that situation, shall we? Huh?

Item 12 regards
the so-called "Wino Slasher,"

who's been attempting
to, uh, turn our local skid-row population

into an endangered species.

To date, there have been
three dead and nine injured.

Panic has become epidemic amongst
these denizens of the netherworld.

Ergo, starting today,

there will be a three-precinct
undercover operation in effect.

Mick Belker will be staking out
for Hill Street.

MAN: Right on, Mick.

PHIL: Item 13,
the Jack Halloran Memorial Scholarship

is being established
at Woodrow Wilson High

for the scholar-athletes,
college aspirants...

who best exemplifies

the high ideals that Jack has stood for.

You fellas know that Jack was
all-city halfback for two years running.

MAN: Yeah, great guy.

Anyway, all contributions, large or small,
will be very much appreciated.

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

And, hey, let's be careful out there, huh?

-What's with J.D.?
-Had his Board of Rights yesterday.

But when I called him up
last night he hadn't heard yet.

-Where's Renko?
-His dad died a couple of hours ago.

LEO: Oh, it's a gold card this month,
Maurice.

Business must be pretty good.

(whistling)

Uh-oh, no can do, sport.
Expiration date, 12/81.

Oh, no.

Uh, third desk in the first row.

MAN: Wilson.

(whistling)

A nuclear holocaust may simply not be
the no-win situation many describe, Ray.

Think about it.
Where will the bombs strike?

The city.

We are talking about nuclear bulldozing
of genetic tide pools, mon hombre,

while you and I could be sitting
and watching first-run movies

in a 200-seat theater in the basement
of First Strike Estates.

Think about it, Ray.

No waiting in lines,
a good selection of Cantinflas films.

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)

Speaking of genetic tide pools,

how did you make out
at Gabriel's Gate the other night?

Um, tell you the truth,
those meat racks are not my kind of place.

There's too much desperation.

You know, I'm making a pretty good
adjustment to, uh, my single life now.

To tell you the truth, I don't have
to hang off a bar every night.

Now, that, by me, is a man.

You want to talk about a man?
I want to talk about flowers.

Forget about it. It's no big deal.

What do you mean it's no big deal?

-A $60 bouquet of flowers?
-I said it was no big deal.

Luce, come on.
There had to be a dozen roses in there.

-That's 40 bucks right there.
-Oh, forget it.

Say, you guys,
I'm gonna swing by the hospital.

You, uh, want to tell Renko anything?

Hill, why don't you give these to Renko?
From all the guys at Hill Street.

Oh, wow, Leo. That's really sweet.

-Where'd you get 'em?
-Oh, well, some of us chipped in.

Hey, man, that's real sweet of you guys.
You know, Renko will appreciate that.

Thanks.

Pick up dry cleaning, check.
Buy swimsuit, check.

Suntan lotion, check.
Pay rent in advance, check.

That's it. All set. You packed?

You came all the way up here to lord
your vacation-planning efficiency over me?

Actually, I've got a bit of business.

Drew a rape suspect in the office pool
this morning.

Charter member, no doubt,
of the local ravage-and-pillage set.

Oh, that's a particularly cavalier
attitude this morning, counselor.

Just can't believe we're actually
getting out of this place tonight.

-We meet seven o'clock, your place.
-You got it.

Ms. Davenport.

McKay from Internal Affairs called.

LaRue has been cleared of charges
by his Board of Rights.

We can have him back if we want.

-I think not.
-Are you sure, Frank?

He did the job when we needed it
on Jack Halloran's shooter.

He's a little too unpredictable
for my taste, Ray.

Okay.

I punched out from the drugstore
at nine o'clock.

I went over to Holland House for a beer,
you know, on the way home,

and that's where I met Rona.

-Last name?
-DONALD: I don't even know.

After about an hour,
we went back to her place,

where I stayed
until it was close to 12:30.

I know, because that's when
she kicked me out.

I walked a couple of blocks
back toward my house,

and I stopped at a corner store to pick up
a pack of smokes and-and an ice-cream bar.

And it was after that.

The cops drove up, they pulled me over,
they dragged me over to the car,

and there was this girl in there, right,
that I'd never seen in my life before.

And they said, "Is it him?
Is this the guy? Is this the one?"

And she pointed at me
and started screaming.

Why didn't you ask to go back
to Rona's to prove your alibi?

I did! And they-they said,
"Tell it to your lawyer." (sighs)

What if I told you, Donald,
just hypothetically,

that if you wanted to plead guilty
to a lesser charge--

say, sexual abuse--

it might be possible to get you probation
or minimal jail time as a first offender,

but that if you insisted
on going to trial and lost,

you could do 10 years or more in prison?

Wait I-I thought I had a right to a trial.

You do.

But our legal system exacts a high price
for your exercise of it.

(scoffing) This is funny.

I mean, I want to be a lawyer.

I'm saving up now, so I can do prelaw
at City College and then go to law school.

But I guess you can't be a lawyer

if you got a criminal record
for rape assault, can you?

No. You can't.

Come on! Would you rape somebody
four blocks from your house?

Frankly, you'd have to be pretty stupid.
But it's been done.

Would you rape somebody
after just having had sex?

Me? I rather doubt it.

Look, I don't know much about the courts,

and-- and how all that works yet,
Miss Davenport.

But I would go to jail for 10 years,
20 years, my whole life,

before I stood up and said I did something
like that that I didn't do.

-Donald--
-Now, I mean,

aren't you supposed to be the one
who's gonna help me prove I'm innocent?

Yes, I am.

Well, I don't want a criminal record--

not even for spitting on the sidewalk,
not if I didn't do it.

Please, sit down.

(exhales deeply)

Look, Donald, some of what you're saying
makes a certain amount of sense.

Do you think you could remember
this Rona's apartment number?

Um,

third floor, top of the landing.

You know something, Donald Lilly?

You could very possibly
mess up my vacation.

(papers rustling)

What do you mean,
you can't release the body yet?

That's my daddy we're talking about.

I'm sorry, Mr. Renko.

But since his admitting physician

forgot to sign the death certificate,
and it being a Wednesday--

Well, what the hell difference
does that make?

Just call him up!

His secretary believes
he's on the front nine at Crestview.

-WOMAN (on P.A.): Dr. Anderson, 1301.
-Golf, Mr. Renko.

Can't anybody else sign this?

Tracy, will you just be quiet
and let me handle this?

Now, can't anybody else sign this?

Only the medical examiner.
I paged him 10 minutes ago.

Do we have a problem here, Lori?

Hmm, not if you're the medical examiner.
Would you just sign this here, please?

WOMAN (on P.A.):
Nurse Byron, patient 2403.

I'm sorry, Mr. Renko.
I can't make heads or tails of this.

So what? He's dead, isn't he?

Well, with no clear cause of death,
I can't sign this without an autopsy.

-An autopsy will take two or three days.
-Autopsy?

That poor old man was in and out of this
hospital with cancer for three months.

Well, I suggest you wait
for your own doctor.

I can't, he's still not off
the back nine yet.

-(taps counter)
-Well, it's his fault

the certificate
isn't signed, not mine.

Will you come here
and talk to me here, pal?

Now, you know those little M.E. tags
you have on the back of your car?

Well, how would you feel if every time
you parked in front of a fire hydrant

or in an illegal zone
without a medical emergency,

you came out and found out that some cop
had cited your car?

You know what I'm talking about?
You wouldn't feel too good, would you?

So what I'm asking for here is a little
professional mutual "reprocosity,"

if you get my meaning.

(mouths word)

-(papers rustling)
-WOMAN (on P.A.): Dr. Andrews, ER, stat.

Dr. Andrews.

Hey, cowboy.
This is from everyone at the station.

I'm really sorry about your dad.

Thanks, Bobby.

Thanks, Bobby.
That's real nice of you guys.

FARNSWORTH: Okay, so this one
is your Westward Ho.

-(organ playing)
-Excuse me.

And it's got your genuine
synthetic silk lining,

and your scenes of old Abilene,

and your frontier-like handles.

It's, uh, one of your better buys
in the under-$3,000 range.

-Uh, well, you know, I--
-(Farnsworth chuckling)

Look, let me give you
the straight poop, Mr. Renko.

Any one of these babies can do the job
for you, including your bare-bones model.

No pun intended.

What a lot of your funeral parlors do is,
they like to lay on the guilt--

like if you don't spend
more than you can afford,

it means you didn't
love your father enough.

I think that's a lot of baloney.

Me? I'm a retired shoe salesman.

I'm only doing this because
I like to be with people.

So what it boils down to is this:

You can go for your basic Simulon 200.

The only trouble is, at the funeral people
are gonna think you're a cheap slob.

Now all you gotta do is ask yourself,
do you care what people think?

What about cremation?

Well-- (sighs) yes, that-- that--
that is another alternative.

But, um, just let me show you
something in bronze for a second.

This is your Herbert Hoover.

No doubt about it--
It's your Cadillac of caskets.

Enormously popular
with many of your people, sir.

Mr. Farnsworth.

-Um, excuse us, please. Yes?
-(whispering, indistinct)

FARNSWORTH: What? I don't believe it!

(whispering, indistinct) Huh.

(nervous chuckle)

(sighs)

Mr. Renko, Miss Renko, uh-- (laughing)

Something terribly embarrassing
has just happened.

Uh, you see,

our regular call car that makes
the hospital pickups is, uh--

It's in the transmission shop,

and we've been using
my son's brand-new van.

-RENKO: I understand.
-Uh-huh.

And, unfortunately, it just got stolen
right out of our own parking lot here.

Well, if you want, me and my partner here

could-- could write it up for you,
Mr. Farnsworth,

right after we choose the casket here.

Bad news for the kid, huh?

Uh-huh.

Uh, well, actually, Mr. Renko,

it's kind of bad news
for your father, too.

How bad can it be? The guy's already dead.

Uh-huh.

Well, you see, he was still inside the van
when it was stolen.

Oh, Lordy, they've stolen my daddy.

(mumbling)

I'll tell you the real secret, my friend.

The real secret--

The secret to real

fine cooking

is a good oak wood fire,

and fresh,

natural ingredients.

(coughs)

You know where I get the wood
for that fire?

Where?

After a big wind,
I go down to Delaware Park, gather it up.

And then I dry-cure it
down by that heat vent

behind the Chinese grocery down the alley.

Smells terrific.

Well, that, my friend, is because
it has been marinating

in my special vinaigrette sauce
all morning long.

It's my special sauce--

a little salt, a little basil,

a little port...

-(grunts, chuckles)
-Like this.

Oh, yeah, and I stole a couple of those
cellophane bags of salad dressing

you get at the bus station coffee shop,
you know?

(sighs)

Oh. You know what I think?

I think Carlotta and Puddles
should join us for a little lunch.

Do you like kitties?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Hold this. (groans)

(train horn blowing in distance)

-Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
-(meowing)

(man coughing)

This is really nice. I mean, really nice.

What's nice?

Everything is nice.
Uh, the barbecue with the oak wood,

and the heat vent down there,
and Carlotta and Puddles.

Your life, it's nice.

Thank you. And you ain't even et yet.

Try some of this. Yeah, this is ready.

-Yeah!
-Aah!

-Mm!
-Ahh!

This is great!

I mean it, Farley.

This is some of the best chicken
I ever had.

Chicken? Who said anything about chicken?

BELKER: What do you mean?
This isn't chicken?

(chuckles)

-(jingling)
-(imitates cat screeching)

(laughs)

CALLETANO: What kind of animals
would steal a man's father?

I highly doubt
that it was intentional, Ray.

They probably just ripped the van off
without seeing the body in the back.

Yeah, well, I heard there's Caribbean
types who steal corpses now and then

and use them for religious rituals.

Six hundred and 95 dollars
and 50 centavos.

That is the current retail price
for your freshly deceased Homo sapien

on the black-market
organ-transplant circuit.

That is not even counting
your mineral wealth.

Why, you, uh-- you grind up a femur there,
and you get about four pounds

of high-grade calcium phosphate
fertilizer.

I'll check with Burglary Auto on that.

I gotta talk to you, Lieutenant.

All right.

Okay. Who is the wise guy?

You really think
he could be sold for parts?

Oh, well, corneas alone are going upwards
to $70 a gram, Schnitz.

Howard, the man's body
was riddled with cancer.

Oh.

Well, there's always
the third-world markets.

We're doing everything we can.

Did you put out an APB on the vehicle?

Well, not yet,
but if you think it would help--

Damn it, Lieutenant! How would you feel
if it was your daddy bouncing around--

in the back of some hot van somewhere?

-(laughter)
-RENKO: Hey!

What are you laughing at?
What the hell is so funny about all this?

Look at this. Do you believe this?

She misspelled "misdemeanor."

-Look at that.
-She forgot the "A," Renko. (laughs)

Renko, I'm sorry, man.

-Would you help me get out of this mess?
-I don't believe you guys.

I swear. Isn't anything sacred?

(man clears throat)

-Frank, have you got a minute?
-Yeah.

You're still here?

Just finished the preliminaries
with my client.

Over two hours, wasn't it?
I'd say he's getting his money's worth.

Frank, I've got an unusual situation here.

I can't say for certain Donald Lilly
is innocent,

but I'm giving him everything I'm worth
till the verdict's in.

Considering your current pessimism,

he must have done
some fast talking in there.

No priors, no arrests--
not even an outstanding traffic ticket.

Full academic scholarship
to Larchmont J.C.

with a 3.5 average
after three straight semesters,

in addition to holding down
a 30-hour-a-week night job

at a midtown drugstore.

I'll admit it's not your standard
sex-offender profile.

JOYCE: He also has an alibi.

He stopped for a beer after work
at the Holland House on East Utica.

He met a lady, Black, mid-20s.

They went to her apartment
about an hour later.

He stayed until the channel 8
late show ended, that's 12:30.

That's 25 minutes after
the Hernandez girl was assaulted.

Lady have a name?

Rona. He didn't get the last name.

Will you check it out?

Sure. Henry?

Could I talk to you for a minute?

Why did you wait until now
to tell me about this alibi?

Would you have sat through
the circumstantials if I had?

Come on, Henry.

(chattering)

Nope. Never seen him before.

Why?

He claims he was in this apartment

with a woman named Rona
till about 12:30 last night.

(laughs) I'm sorry, Officer.

You must have the wrong building
or something.

Do you ever frequent a-- a bar down on
East Utica called the Holland House?

No.

Well, I've been there before,
maybe just once or twice.

What's the guy done?

He was arrested for a rape assault
that occurred around midnight

about three blocks from here.

(clicks tongue) You weren't at that bar
last night, by any chance?

Hey, I was home last night--
alone the whole night.

(chuckles) You know, it--

it'd really help my job if you could
verify that, Miss Dunford.

I don't have to verify anything.

Now-- (laughs) I already told you.

My name isn't Rona,
and I've never seen that guy before.

Besides which, I am not in the habit
of picking up strangers in bars.

-(door slams)
-Thank you, ma'am.

(horn honks)

Some hot dog sends you 75 bucks worth
of roses that you throw in the trash can,

and you won't even talk
to your own partner about it?

Unlike some people,
I like to keep my personal life personal.

-Okay?
-All right.

If it's not the optometrist,

it has to be somebody you met
in the last three or four weeks.

-Right?
-Joe.

What is it with this guy, huh?

Is he some kind of sex maniac,
a drug addict or what?

Joe, he's married, okay?
Are you satisfied now?

He's married. He has kids.

We've been going out for a month,
and the lousy creep told me

-for the first time last night.
-WOMAN (on radio): All units.

All frequencies, stand by.

We have a unit in pursuit
of a possible stolen vehicle.

Gray Dodge Van,
northbound on Elmwood and Allen.

License number David-Michael-Ocean-1-1-2.

That's Renko's dad.

(siren wailing)

We got him!

(chattering on police radio)

Oh, Lord.
What have they done with my daddy?

Frank, I talked to Goldblume.
Apparently the alibi's a washout.

Look, Frank, uh,
I just don't think I can leave tonight.

Joyce.

We've been planning this vacation
for over three months.

Listen,
at the risk of seeming insensitive,

couldn't you turn this Donald Lilly over
to somebody else in your office?

No offense, counselor, but you're not
the only public defender in town.

I've got a feeling for this kid, Frank.

I can't fly off to some beach
in Saint Croix

wondering if some overworked P.D.'s
going to see it the same way I do.

You're aware, no doubt,
who's prosecuting this case.

Oh, yeah. Gail Kennedy.

10-0 for the season, Frank.

(sighs) She's made a career
on cases like this.

Her rape-assault unit's
just about the toughest in the state.

They'll have my client indicted

and looking at five years hard time
within 72 hours.

Couldn't you talk to her?
Maybe she'd be open to negotiation.

You don't plea-bargain a kid
with a spotless record.

You know, given the realities
of the process,

this kid's in a worse legal position

than 99 percent of your truly hard-core
cases that come through here.

At least with them I have room to operate.

With Donald Lilly,
either I win an early dismissal,

or I'm forced to take him all the way
to trial and throw the dice.

And if you lose?

I'd like a lineup, Frank.

Joyce, the victim I.D.'d him
on the scene less than 12 hours ago.

Thirty minutes after the event

in a highly emotional state
on a darkened street corner,

with, no doubt, the well-intentioned
encouragement of two police officers.

Are you sure this is in the best interest
of your client?

No.

But at this point,
I don't have much choice, do I?

Captain, I'd like you to tell me
why you permitted this lineup.

The case isn't as cut-and-dried
as it used to be.

Thank you for being so explicit.

I know about your client's alibi.
I know it didn't pan out.

If you have a good reason for badgering
Maria Hernandez, I want to hear it.

We think she accused the wrong man.

After picking him off the streets
30 minutes after the assault?

Come on, Gail.
Who else did she have to choose from?

I don't know, Joyce. I wasn't there.

But I can see what's going on here.

Full cooperation of the police department
is a good thing to have.

The police department is anxious
that justice be done, Ms. Kennedy.

Excuse me, Frank. Maria Hernandez is here.

I'd better see a decent spread
on that platform.

CALLETANO: Number five, face forward.

Spread out.

Number three, take your hands
out of your pockets.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Take a good look.

It's him. That one.

-FRANK: The number.
-Four.

Are you sure?

Yes.

It's all right.

(man speaking Spanish)

-(speaking in Spanish)
-Sí, papá.

(shouting in Spanish)

-(grunting, shouting)
-Wait!

Hey, man, get him off me, man!

(shouting in Spanish)

(speaking in Spanish)

The police--
they are on the side of the Blacks.

You-- You do this to your own people?

(speaking in Spanish)

(chattering)

-Hey, babe.
-Hey, Neal.

-They said you were down here.
-Yeah, just cleaning out my locker.

-Yeah, I heard about the Board of Rights.
-Yeah.

-It's nice having that monkey off my back.
-Hmm!

Hey, listen, I really appreciate
what you said about me down there,

about me helping out
with the Halloran case and all.

Hey, you did it, babe.
All I did was tell 'em about it.

-So what's next?
-I don't know.

I'm still assigned to the motor pool.

I think I'm gonna put in
for assignment out of Division.

They turn me down, I'm gonna just declare
free agency and shop the league.

Have you talked to Furillo?

The man doesn't like me, Neal.

And he doesn't trust me.

Hell, I haven't given him
much reason to, have I?

I got nobody but me to blame for this,
and I'll live with it.

MAN (on TV): Contestant number one,
are you ready?

Miss Dunford, Sergeant Goldblume.
I'd very much like to talk to you again.

Why? I told you this morning
I didn't know the guy.

I remember what you told me.
That's what I want to talk to you about.

Help--

Help me, and I promise
I won't bother you again.

All right. Wait a minute.
I'll come out there.

Make it quick. I'm fixing dinner.

I went to the bar where Donald Lilly says
he met you last night.

I only had to give your
description to the bartender.

Just give me a half a minute
of your time, Miss Dunford.

He says you've been in there before.
Couple times this week, in fact.

He's a liar.

That makes two liars you've told me about.

Look, why don't you just
leave me alone, huh?

I didn't do anything.

Look, lady, a kid's life is at stake here.
All we want is the truth.

But, frankly, I gotta tell ya,

if you got something you're trying to hide
from that guy in there,

it's not gonna be a secret much longer
if Donald Lilly's case goes to trial,

because you're gonna be the star witness.

In fact, you'd have a much easier time
keeping it a secret

if you came in and told us now.

-What's going on?
-Uh, he's a policeman, honey.

He-- He thinks I saw an accident.

Did you?

No, honey. I was home all day.

She didn't see no accident.

That's the end of it.
Come in the house, Coretta.

That'll be all, Miss Dunford.
I want you to have a nice day.

MAN: Come on, will ya?

What are you doing in my spot?
Who told you to be there?

You can't be there.
You can't have my space, get up.

Get up, or I'll put this toe
up and down your head, cousin.

What's goin' on?
What are you doing to this guy?

This bum's sittin' in my place.
And he's wearing my coat!

What's the matter with you?

Can't you see the man is asleep?
Give him a break.

This is where I sit, cousin.

That's my coat, and that's my spot.

I been sitting in that spot since 1867.

I said he could borrow it.
Now leave him alone.

Where's his shoes?

-Who took his pants?
-(huffs)

(coughing)

(chattering)

(coughing)

Hold it.

Is that you, Mick?

(chattering on police radio)

No, it's Barry Manilow.

(sighs) You can come on in.

Obradovich and Lester picked up
the Slasher down in the Heights.

(growling) I wanted a piece
of that sleaze myself.

-This guy looks really sick, Mick.
-What, him?

(laughs) Compared to most of the guys down
here, he's back from Miami with a tan.

BATES: Joe?

We got a stiff here.

It's not a stiff. It's Renko's dad.

You won't have to say nothing.

-(muttering)
-Well, if it was my--

-Anything yet?
-We found your dad.

COFFEY:
Well, we didn't exactly find him, per se.

No, n-not per se.

Uh, Andy, apparently the guys in the van

just dropped him right back
at the mortuary before we spotted 'em.

Yeah, it's real nice.
They have him in the Versailles Room.

They didn't charge anything extra.

You guys, you don't know
how much I appreciate this.

I guess you don't know who your friends
are until something like this happens.

God bless you.

-Oh, I hate lying to the guy.
-We're not exactly lying.

Lying about what?

Those dirt bags left his old man to rot
right in the middle of Waverly Alley.

It was pure luck we found him.

I mean, he could have been there for weeks
just decomposing.

Oh! That's a heartbreaking example
of modern urban angst.

Henry, there's a woman to see you.

Ma'am.

Well, uh, I've been thinking.

I don't-- I don't really want to wreck
that guy's life or anything.

He was with me.

Thank you.
Could you wait here? Be right back.

-Frank?
-Mm-hmm?

I've got a woman who's prepared
to swear she was in bed with Donald Lilly

at the time he allegedly raped
Maria Hernandez.

Okay, send a car to bring Maria back here,

and notify Gail Kennedy
and Joyce Davenport.

They'll want in on it, too.

-MAN: Lucy.
-HENRY: Come with me.

-Lucy.
-Bill, I don't want to see you anymore.

I refuse to believe that.
Have dinner with me this evening.

-BATES: No.
-LUCY: Look, I know you're upset.

Real perceptive.

-Just give me a chance to explain.
-Forget it.

Lucy.

Leave me alone, please.

You heard the lady, pal,
so just let her be.

I suggest you mind your own business,
Officer.

Yeah, well, this is my business.
That lady is my partner.

I know her and I care about her,

so why don't you just butt out
of her life?

What's your name?

Joe Coffey.

Yeah, my shield number is 77.
You want a pen and paper to write it down?

No, thank you. I'll remember it.

Do you believe some guys?

Yeah, some guys.
But that wasn't just "some guy."

I don't care who it was, Leo.

Why, who was it?

You don't want to know who it was.

Who was it?

William Lakeland,
Michigan Avenue Precinct.

Commander William Lakeland.

Well, you think that bothers me?

It doesn't.

NEAL: Got a minute, Captain?

Sure, Neal.

I've been bumping into walls lately,
working with Belker, then Goldblume.

They're good men, Captain, but...

what about J.D.?

Uh-uh. He's a washout.

I've gotta disagree, Captain.

Let's not write any songs about him, Neal.

At his best,
J.D. was a competent detective.

At his worst, he's a drunk.

I gave him a chance. He blew it.

Is that all you get around here?

One chance for a dozen years
of puttin' it on the line?

My God, Captain, Art Delgado--

He can't even button his own pants
anymore.

And you gave him more consideration
than you're giving J.D.

I may be a little out of line here,
and if I am, okay.

But it seems to me you can't forgive J.D.
'cause he got the same problem you had.

Still have, Neal. You never lose it.

Then you oughta understand
better than most.

I think I do.

Look, Captain,

there's not a cop up here on the Hill
who doesn't admire what you did.

But you didn't do it alone.
No one ever does.

And what you're telling J.D. is that
he can never make it back, no matter what.

FRANK: Maria, we know you were raped,

and we want to get the man who did it
just as much as you do.

But we just spent a couple of hours
interrogating a young lady

we now have good reason to believe
was with Donald Lilly

at the time of your attack.

It was him.

I picked him out twice.

Didn't the tests prove it was him?

No, no, the tests can only show
if someone didn't do it.

Maria, please,
if there's any chance at all

that this is not the man who raped you,
we have to know.

He was. I swear.

Can you remember anything
about your attacker, anything at all

that doesn't match up
with your identification of Donald Lilly?

There was no one else out there.
It had to be him.

Maria, please try to remember.

If Donald Lilly didn't do it,

then the man who did
is still on the streets.

(crying) I don't know.

Don't know what?

(Maria sniffling)

Maybe-- I don't know.

Like, it could have been a gold chain
or something.

Like, the guy--

the guy--

I don't know.

There was a gold chain.
He probably threw it out.

It was night. Don't you understand?

GAIL: Around his neck?

He wore a gold chain around his neck?

Yes.

Did you tear it off
of him during the attack?

Maria, you're not really sure who it was
who attacked you, are you?

No.

I thought it was him.

(whispers) I don't know anymore.

There was no one else out on the street.

So I thought, "Who else could it be?"

-It's all right.
-Come on, Maria.

Let's get you some coffee, huh?

(chair scrapes floor)

(door opens)

-(phones ringing)
-(chattering)

(door closes)

So much for
The People versus Donald Lilly.

JOYCE: You're dropping the charges?

We picked up a suspect on a rape charge

with a similar description
around four o'clock this afternoon.

The victim mentioned her assailant
was wearing a gold chain.

I think I'll bring the Hernandez girl
downtown for a lineup.

I want Donald Lilly released tonight.

I'll see to it as soon as I get back
to my office.

Captain.

Well, it seems as if there's
some small satisfaction

in your work after all, counselor.

Hmm. Donald and Maria.

-Victims everywhere you look. No.
-Hmm?

Yeah.

It is nice.

Renko?

-My condolences.
-Thank you, sir.

You know, Renko,
your father's death is really a metaphor

for the absurdity of life
in this megalopolis.

A man lives, a man dies,

only to have his body stolen and discarded
in some alley like so much offal.

-Oh, it-it's nothing, Renko. Forget it.
-Wh--

HUNTER: Exactly so!

The fact that they discarded his shell
in Waverly Alley

speaks not to the deceased,

but to the genetic bankruptcy of those
mutant, third-world body snatchers.

They left him in an alley?

(shouting) They left him in an alley!

Way to go, Lieutenant.

You bunch of jerks. Lying to me.
Making a fool out of me.

We only lied to you, cowboy,
because we didn't want to hurt you.

How could they do that to him?
Toss him in some alley

with a bunch of dog-eatin' winos
like that?

What's the difference?
That's not your old man.

He's somewhere else now.

When I was a little boy,
there was this other little boy named--

named Jimmy Peterson,
or something like that,

and his old man got drunk and hit me.

My daddy called him out in the street
and beat the hell out of him.

Then he took me home and beat me up, too.

I hated him. He was cruel to my mama.

He never did give me a break.

Made all the little kids
feel like they were nothin'.

He used to beat the tar out of me
when I was bad,

and he never did hug me when I was good.

(sighs)

(sighs)

He was your daddy, cowboy.

You never had a choice.

(chuckling)

Now, what is so funny about this?

The whole thing! (laughing)

I'm sorry, cowboy, but it's just so funny.

Your old man sitting in that alley
in his hospital greens, with no shoes,

and dog breath Belker... (laughing)

-(laughing)
-Offering him a bite of his sandwich!

If-- if he wasn't dead already,
Belker's breath would've killed him!

You know what?

That's the first decent laugh
that damn old man ever gave me!

Thanks.

Neal, J.D.

There's a large-scale fencing operation
out of a warehouse on Van Buren.

If you're interested in the assignment,
Ray'll give you the particulars.

Frank, we've got to pick up
our luggage first.

All right. Where are Bates and--

JOYCE: They're right here.

You want romance, Henry?
Go to the Caribbean.

-Mm!
-Right.

(rock music playing)

(chattering)

WOMAN: Let me just have a brew.

(indistinct chattering)

Henry.

Fay.

What are you doing here?
Don't answer that.

That's a stupid question. I'm sorry.

Um, I want you to meet a friend of mine.
Vivian Wasserman, Henry Goldblume.

Some swine took the last
of the cracked crab.

And this is, um--

-(mouths words)
-Oh, boy.

Got guacamole all over my fingers.
Excuse me.

Hi, guy. Marshall Paxton, past president
of Divorced Dentists of America.

(snickers) Hey, that's a joke, pal.

(chuckles) That's a joke.

Why don't you and I go sit over there

and let Fay and Henry
have a little privacy, okay?

So you're a dentist? I adore dentists.

You're not gonna make me open wide,
are you?

PAXTON (chuckling): Whoa! Later.

(sighs)

(sighs)

Ahh--

Well, do you come
to these places often? (laughs)

(laughs) Who, me? Nah.

I-- You know, I just come with Vivian.
She needs the moral support.

I can understand that.
This is a very depressing place.

Hmm.

Yeah, it sure is.

Do you want some?

No, thank you.

I was, uh-- I was sorry to hear
about you and Rachel.

Sorry, I missed that.

I said, I was very sorry
to hear about you and Rachel.

What can I say?
It happens in the best of families.

Yeah. Don't I know.

Uh, do you think you'll get back together?

I doubt it. We separated once before.

Oh, really? I didn't know that.

How's Josh handling it?

You know, adjusting.

(sighs)

-Fay.
-Mm-hmm?

How long have you been divorced?

Two years and three months.

But who's counting?

Henry...

I hope you don't think that I'm being,
you know, pushy or anything,

but, um--

Well, face it.
You don't belong here any more than I do.

Do you wanna go get a hamburger
and a cup of coffee?

I think that'd be nice.

Come on.

(closing theme playing)