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(chattering)

STAN: So, Stan Jablonski.

And what does Stan Jablonski,
22 years at Polk Avenue do

on day one at Hill Street?

Let's be realistic.

Maybe three or four of you heard rumors.
Let me tell you one thing.

Stan Jablonski never cold-cocked no woman.

Okay?

-That's it.
-(man coughs)

I mean... just ask yourselves.

If Jablonski assaults a female superior
officer without adequate provocation,

would he be standing here before you now,
or would he be up on charges?

In which case
what you could have been hearing

would be a lot of lies and provocations

spread by a troubled individual

who happens right now
to be on psychiatric leave

in order to assassinate
Jablonski's 29-year career.

Okay.

(rattles)

Items.

Your new street sergeant--

No, let's get it out in the open
once and for all

and then it's quits with this.

The facts are...

after seven years' continual provocations
and non-stop slurs,

Lieutenant Vera Horvath on Jablonski's
second to last day at Polk Avenue

and note, this is after he had
already put in for his transfer,

Lieutenant Vera Horvath calls him out
in front of a total stationhouse,

"Come on Jablonski,
let's finally see what you got."

"Pass, Lieutenant," says Jabo,

no ifs ands or buts.

But then, who's out there in front
of the precinct house waiting for him

when he goes out
and steps in front of him...

-(J.D. laughs)
-...when he tries to walk around-- Hey!

What's so funny back there?

-(murmurs)
-(laughter)

All right, enough!

But this you can take to the bank.

With Jablonski, if we go,
we don't go Marquis of Queensbury.

So yes, Lieutenant Horvath
initiated the contact,

and yes I delivered her one to the chops,
but no I never cold-cocked her.

Stach Jablonksi never
cold-cocked no woman.

Got a little blood pressure.

(glass thuds)

Items.

Before our female contingency
gets all heated up,

Sergeant Bates is returning
to motor patrol duty

-of her own free will.
-(cheering, applauding)

Filling the sergeant slot
created by adding the Jefferson renewal

to the Hill Street precinct.

Riding with her is gonna
be Officer "Kofi" Kofi?

-Coffey.
-Uh, Coffey.

That's, uh, Sector Charlie. Item two.

So going in, am I your partner
or your driver?

Partner.

...summer heat wave, says crime goes up
when it gets hot. (scoffs)

Item three.
The mayor's Victim's Aid pilot program

includes Hill Street as of today.

We share our counselor
with the other precinct.

Now, they catch cases off the paperwork,
so it's extremely imperative

that copies of the 612-greens,
the 914-salmons

get routed to them through the, uh,
through the khaki office.

Item, uh, four.

The Operation Flea Bag begins
operation this a.m.

Detectives Belker, uh, LaRue,
Washington...

They're gonna be undercover
in our local five-star hotel,

the Hotel Stratford.

Our boy keeps a room down there, Sergeant.

STAN: The object is to lock up the fences,
hookers, junkies, et cetera,

who've made this place
the crime hub of North Dekker.

Second possible object...

close the whole toilet down.

Item five:
to all personnel, from Captain Furillo.

"As you know, convicted rape
murder Celestine Gray

is scheduled to be executed
tomorrow evening.

Various lawyers and investigators
representing him

may be making last-minute inquiries
regarding matters of record in this case."

Please be cooperative.

Last, I, uh...

-I got a note here.
-(paper rustles)

(chuckles)

Officer Renko?

Uh, yes, sir, that would be me, Sarge.

I understand you could be expecting
to be with child today.

(cheering, applauding)

Okay!

All other units, you be prepared
to back Hill and Renko up, okay?

That's it. Let's get out there.

Let's do it to them
before they do it to us.

(chattering)

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't forget,

Stach Jablonski never
cold-cocked no woman.

(laughter, chatter)

(telephone ringing)

Hey, Leo. Did you do
something to your hair?

Maybe.

I think it's really great
you've lost all this weight.

Thanks.

But your hair looks like you combed it
with a tire pump.

RENKO: Will you look at this?

"We the undersigned oppose
this barbaric act

of state murder, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Including Lieutenant Henry Goldblume.

Now, you tell me how a ranking officer
of this department..."

Free speech, Renko.
That's still constitutional.

Yeah, I'll tell you what it constitutes.

It constitutes a lack of virile plumbing,
as far as I'm concerned.

Anybody else?

Go ahead, take a shot.

I have never expressed
interest in retirement.

Why do they send me such a letter?

They must no longer
consider me promotable.

Midlife career switch is all the rage,
Ray. Maybe you'll catch the wave.

PHIL: Detectives Garibaldi and Mayo,

robbery and assault, two seniors,
2400 block of Dekker.

(chattering)

Vera, we're quits. (yells)

(groans)

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)

(police siren wailing)

It's a mess.

What do we have?

Single assailant unknown to the victims,

entered just after midnight
through the bathroom window.

Terrorized them six
and three quarter hours.

Tied them up, ransacked.

Made the wife watch while
he repeatedly assaulted the male victim,

James Parsons, age 73, with a chair.

Then he shot him in the neck and abdomen
shortly before flight.

Also assaulted, Annie Parsons,
age 72, wife of James.

You have any description?

Male, Caucasian, five-seven,
dark blue or black pants,

cutoff sweatshirt, 20 maybe 25.

Sounds like he was on dust.

Victim's gonna make it?

Woman's got a bruised rib. She'll be okay.

Husband's critical at Mercy.
Looks like touch and go.

Through in the kitchen, Detective.

-MAYO: What about the fridge?
-Nothing but prunes and stuff.

He was in here all night. If he got
hungry, he touched all that stuff.

Great way to start a day, huh?

Good work, Patsy.

Thanks.

-Captain.
-Stan. Welcome.

-What's with the eye?
-Oh, little incident, Captain.

-Other one works just fine.
-It's good to have you here.

On the senior assault, Mercy says
the bullet got the old guy's spine.

-APB out?
-Plus the 45.

All right, as much manpower as possible,

authorize two detective units.
Keep me posted.

-Yes, sir.
-HENRY: Frank.

-Seen the paper this morning?
-Damn right I did.

-Interested in my side of it?
-Henry, if you don't mind,

I'd like to have my own word
with this reporter first.

Frank, Frank, may I talk
to you a minute, please?

-Seen this paper, Ray?
-Not yet.

I wanted to ask you about this letter
I got from division.

"Anatomy of an Execution.

Celestine Gray case
and its impact on the people involved.

Gray's execution today
in the brutal rape-murder

of Sister Anna was
finally set one week prior.

The married couple
whose professional lives

have taken them
to opposite poles on the case,

Furillo and his public defender wife,
Davenport, separated."

How could he put
those two things together?

-He hasn't talked to either one of us.
-I don't know, Frank.

If I could trouble you
for a minute, please?

Uh, excuse me one second,
would you please, Ray?

Certainly, Frank.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Braden'll be picking up my cases today.

-Who's that?
-New PD.

Don't eat him for lunch, okay?

I'm buried
with last-minute stuff on Celestine.

-Have you seen this?
-I did.

That's a cheap shot,
that stuff about us, don't you think?

I guess maybe there's
a grain of truth in it.

Joyce, Celestine Grey
isn't the reason we separated.

No, he isn't.

Three o'clock this morning,
I couldn't remember why we did.

-What were you doing up?
-Thinking about my client.

Missing you.

Do you want to have dinner?

-After tomorrow night.
-Whenever.

After would be better, okay?

Funny, we've got people
working in three states.

There's a shot at a Supreme Court stay.

And I'm making all my plans
on the assumption

the poor bastard's gonna be gone.

(papers rustling)

-WOMAN: Stop!
-(police siren wails)

-Stop!
-LUCY: The man with the cart!

WOMAN: He stole my ice! Stop!

-Whoa.
-Good day, officer, is there a problem?

What's all the ice for?

-I'm having a party for my mother.
-I see.

-It's her birthday.
-Nice.

(panting) So he empties my ice chest,

and then he motors past
the checkout doing about 30.

-Did you pay for the ice?
-What is ice? Water, right?

Do you pay for water in a restaurant?

-What are you, crazy?
-Just take it easy.

Now, tell me how much
you charge for the ice.

Seventy-five cents a bag and it's melting
while we're talking here.

-Okay, 75 times--
-Gotta be 20 bags here.

-Okay, two times 75--
-Fifteen bucks.

-I don't have that kind of money.
-Hey, hey.

How much do you have?

A dollar-fifty.

All right, pay the lady.

You're not a swindler.

Here, have a party.

-Hey. Hey, wait a minute.
-(radio chatter)

-What if I want to press charges?
-Look, don't push it, lady.

You want to stand here?
It's gonna all melt, right?

The guy matching the Parson assailant.

(police siren wailing)

(radio chatter continues)

LUCY: Alley!

(tires screech)

Suspect's headed northbound,
Freeland Alley. In pursuit.

(police siren wailing continues)

Take this on.

Hold it right there!

COFFEY: Up against the wall!

-Move!
-Hey, what's the story, man?

-Turn around, turn around!
-(clangs)

-Attempted murder.
-And drugs.

Wait. Hey! I didn't murder anybody, man!

(police siren wailing)

RIKERS: Sometimes you get your derelict
types congregating in here

as opposed to your welfare bum types,
which, by and large, are your main trade.

Learn to know the difference,

so you don't have to give them
the heave-ho.

Okay.

Your main proposition's
a simple proposition.

They plunk down the nine bucks,
you give 'em a key, a towel,

turn one of your alarm clocks on,
put it in a cubbyhole.

When the alarm goes off, you call 'em.

Anybody give you a hard time,
don't mess around.

-You got a carry permit?
-Yeah.

-I used to be a night watchman.
-Okay.

If Tony had used this, he wouldn't be dead
and you wouldn't have this job.

Whack 'em across the nose if you have to.

-With me so far?
-Oh, yeah.

-(man coughing)
-(growls)

-What was that?
-What?

That growling. That was good,
I like that. Do that again.

(both growling)

Trying to tell you,

you got a dead corpse
up on the stairs there.

-Where?
-On the fourth floor.

(telephone rings)

Not again.

Ugh!

Dead.

Goodbye.

-Wait. Grab his feet.
-Why?

-Because I said to, that's why.
-What are you doing?

You gonna give me a hand or what?

Mr. Rikers, you can't just throw him out.

How many years you been
running this place, anyways?

-I'm not asking you to like it.
-No, no, no. This ain't right.

-(body thuds)
-Is a dead junkie, okay?

Not Abraham Lincoln.
A dead junkie in one of my rooms

with cops, medical examiners,
three hours out of my life,

plus two days I lose the room,

plus it hurts my status
with the welfare department.

A dead junkie in the alley
is 20 minutes max.

This is the lesser of two evils.

Kid, take my word,
the fall ain't gonna hurt him.

So Nathan says
we can take some stuff, so I--

-(loud crash)
-(cat yowling)

Hey. Hey.

-What's the matter?
-Nothing.

Let's see what you got here, Roland.

You, uh, have a death in the family?

Kind of in a hurry, okay?

Bill and a half, bro.

Two bills. I need two.

Feel that. That feel a little hot to you?

Ow!

Okay.

-Bill and a half, let's go.
-Okay, bro.

J.D.: Cheer up, Roland.
people are starving in Europe.

Hey, you want to be on our mailing list?

Roland Maxwell, stolen goods received.

(telephone rings)

I want to talk to a detective.

About what, ma'am?

Celestine Gray didn't kill that nun.

HENRY: What did you say?

Some other dude killed the nun.
Celestine was with me.

Would you come with me, ma'am, please?

Thank you.

(door closes)

I was with Celestine that whole night.

Tamar, Sister Anna
wasn't murdered at night, it was morning.

All night and all morning.

Don't try no tricks on me.

What was your relationship with Celestine?

We lived together.

Why'd you wait till now to come forward?

Because we had a fight.

He stole from me and I was mad.

But I don't want him to die.

Tamar, you also known as Talia Collins?

What's that?

Talia Collins or Talia Conway. Either one.

Talia.

Yeah, maybe some peoples on the street.

Why is that?

Because Talia Collins told the same story
to assistant DA Bernstein.

Before trial.

He didn't believe you
because you were serving a 90-day sentence

in the women's house of detention
when Sister Anna died.

(folder closes)

-I wasn't in jail then.
-(door opens, closes)

No way. No, sir.

Well, why should one of 'em
live and the other one die?

It ain't fair. No way that's fair.

Gerald gonna live!

Why does Celestine got to die?

-(telephone ringing)
-(chattering)

-STAN: Can I help you, ma'am?
-I'm looking for Sergeant Bates.

Sergeant Bates is back on the street.
I'm Sergeant Jablonski.

Oh. Well, I'm with the Victims'
Aid Bureau. Fay Furillo.

Yes ma'am, Mrs. Furillo,
I got the memo right here.

Do you think you could show me to a desk?

I see that you're going to
be splitting your time with Polk Avenue.

That's correct. Could I--?

I don't know whether you've been down
to Polk Avenue yet, ma'am,

but I just came from there,

and a person could hear things
about an individual there

that wouldn't necessarily be true.

I don't want to go into it.

I just want to say that in every situation
there's my story,

her story, and the truth.

My story's the truth. So, okay?

Okay. Listen, really, all I want to do
is put these books down on a desk.

-Hey. Hi, we've been expecting you.
-Hi.

STAN: I'll find that desk
for you now, Mrs. Furillo.

Oh, thank you.

I understand you have
friends in high places.

Well, when the funding ran out
for the unwed mothers program

the mayor was kind enough
to slide me right over here.

Thank you very much.

Well, if anybody's qualified,
I'd say you are.

-Couple muggings, three arrests.
-Not exactly what I meant.

Captain, we've got Mrs. Parsons
on line four.

-Thanks.
-Listen, Frank,

I thought long and hard
before taking this,

and there's one thing I want to get
straight right from the start.

This job is very important to me,
not just because it's a living,

but because I feel I can make
a contribution as well.

But I want you to understand
that there is absolutely no way on earth

I am going to intrude
in your personal life.

I mean, our paths
don't even have to cross.

I appreciate you saying that, Fay.

You know, the Hill's been waiting
for this program for five years.

I think you're an excellent choice
for the job.

Thank you.

By the way, I read
that piece in the paper this morning.

How are things between you two?

(telephone ringing)

(door opens)

Turn to your left.

(door closes)

Turn back center.

Mrs. Parsons, can you identify
any of these men?

Can I...

Can I hear them speak?

My client won't consent to voice,
not without a court order.

(stutters) I have cataracts.

I'm sorry.

Captain? What should I do
with the suspect?

Book him on possession
and check out his alibi.

Frank, how you doin'? Did Joyce tell you?

PDs office hired my agency
on Celestine Gray.

Don't get me wrong,
I think the guy's a stinker,

-but work's work, right? (chuckles)
-The job's going away, Jer.

I mean, the guy doesn't deserve to live,

but it'd be funny
if Fuchs Security Service

-saved it for him, wouldn't it, Frank?
-Very funny, Jerry, excuse me.

Just a minute, Mrs. Parsons,
and then we'll be out of here.

J.D.: Hey, Leo, here's stolen goods A.
Junkie's name is Phil.

And here's videotape A, goes with it.

Here's B, name of Roland Maxwell,
videotape B.

-From the Hotel Stratford?
-Mm-hmm.

They got a regular swap meet
going on over there.

Got a set of candle holders,
probably brass.

What's this here? Medal of some kind.

That's a Silver Star
from World War Two. Let me see.

J.D.: Yeah? My dad had a Purple Heart.

Excuse me, please.

-What does it say?
-Sorry?

-What year?
-1943.

-May I see it, please?
-Surely.

NEAL: Patsy, want to check this?

-Mrs. Parsons?
-(crying) It's James.

This is James. Where did you get it?

Down at the Stratford.

That man took this from my husband.

-What's the deal?
-Our rob-assault, Parsons.

If we get the books down,
will you recognize this junkie?

Piece of cake. Roland Maxwell.

Yo, Harry. You pick him up, okay?

-So we won't blow our cover.
-Yeah, no problem.

Could somebody please take me back
to the hospital?

We can do that, ma'am.

(breathing rapidly)

I don't know, Bobby.

You attend all them breathing classes,

read all them books and magazines
and pamphlets,

go to all them movies, hear testimonials
of people talking about this and that,

but it still turns out to be just the mama
and the baby doing all the work.

You're still a big part
of it though, right?

-I mean, you're the coach.
-Coach.

Yeah, but on the day of the big game,

it's the players gotta go out
and kick butt.

Us coaches, we just sort
of walk the sidelines of life.

You'll do fine.

Yeah.

You know, Bobby,
I don't know if you're aware of this,

but there is a certain point
during the birthing process,

when it becomes incredibly messy.

-Ooh.
-(car horn beeps)

(car approaching)

-All right, I got the warrant. Let's go.
-(car door closes)

-(door slams)
-Hold it right there!

-ROLAND: What the hell you doing in here?
-LUCY: Roland Maxwell,

we have a warrant for your arrest.
Attempted murder.

We have a warrant
to search your apartment.

-Hey, pal, cut it out!
-Mirandize him.

HARRY: Hey, what's in here?

-You have the right to remain silent...
-Hey, Maxwell!

Hey, pal, get your hands behind your head.

RENKO: Thought you might wanna
have a game of stickball,

use my bat against your head, pal.

ROLAND: You're wasting your time.

(rattling)

(Renko talking, indistinct)

Patsy?

-BOBBY: We got him?
-We got him.

Ten bucks says this did the old man.

Bobby, we're gonna need forensics.

Harry this looks like a connecting door.

So what?

So it's kinda empty in here, isn't it?

This looks like it may be
a different apartment.

Hey, Maxwell,
this is your apartment, isn't it?

-Is this your apartment?
-I want to see my lawyer.

-Is this your apartment?
-I want to see my lawyer.

He wants to see his lawyer.

You know what I'm seeing?

He may just have access.

-Maybe it's another--
-(door opens)

Five-fourteen. Warrant specify
the apartment number?

Five-fifteen. Damn it.

We could lose the gun on this.

Not if, right now, I pick up the gun
and kick it into 515.

That's brilliant, Harry.
Perjury, plus he saw us.

Mr. Legal Beagle.

(door closes)

(water running)

(door opens)

(door closes)

We had a misunderstanding earlier.

What's that?

The article in the paper.
I thought you meant me and Joyce.

Oh, no.

Petition on Celestine.

I signed it Henry Goldblume, Frank.
I didn't put lieutenant down.

Who did?

They signed me up.

Obviously,
I didn't expect them to exploit it.

I'd say that was pretty naive of you.

(rustles)

You getting heat from downtown?

Not yet, but I will.

You'll get a reprimand
and that's appropriate.

-Why?
-Because it's out of policy, Henry.

Because it makes it look as if the cops

who didn't sign the petition
are in favor of capital punishment.

Nobody's persuaded me the death penalty's
any kind of civilized innovation,

but I don't figure my badge is there
to prop up personal opinions.

Or to make political statements.

It's not a muzzle, either.

It's not a muzzle.

And it's not a megaphone.

(door opens, closes)

Right. Great.

Captain, just got ballistics
on Maxwell's gun.

It's a definite match with the bullet
that shot James Parsons.

-Can't use it.
-What if we can prove we'd have

-found the gun anyway without a warrant?
-How?

I mean, good. Go ahead and try.

FRANK: Where do we stand
without the weapon?

We got the goods
that Maxwell sold to Washington.

SID's over at Maxwell's apartment.

They're going through
everything looking for fibers

Testing for gunshot residue
off Maxwell's hand.

Time that's elapsed,
I don't like our chances.

-What's the husband's condition?
-Critical, still unconscious.

All right let's ride herd on SID.
Get a hold of Irwin Bernstein.

Make application for voice ID.

All right, I got it.

Uh, excuse me, Captain.
Reporter asked for you.

Says you called him. Stu Henley?

Would you ask him to wait
in line-up, please?

Yes, sir.

I'm really sorry about this.

It's all right. Just file it under...

"It's not a perfect world."

This guy should go away.

We may get him there yet.

Excuse me.

Look, Mercy called.
Parsons lousy, but he's conscious.

Let's get a photo array over there.

FRANK: If you didn't talk to her directly,
where did you get the idea

that our separation
had anything to do with this case?

Captain, forgive me,
I didn't suggest any direct connection.

It was purely a statement of fact,

about two people who stood
on opposite sides.

It's purely none of your damn business.

Are you saying that a cop
whose wife's in an adversarial position

doesn't have to cope
with a hell of a lot of problems

other cops don't have?

No, Mr. Hanley, I'm not saying that.
What I'm saying...

What I'm asking is that my personal life

not be speculated on by you
or anybody else

for the purpose of selling newspapers.

All due respect, Captain,
if I use that as a criterion

every time I sit down to write a story,
I can't do my job.

What criterion?

Whether what I write is gonna impinge on
somebody's personal life.

Captain, my apology for any contextual
inaccuracies in the story,

but I really think you've overreacted.

Excuse me.

(indistinct chatter on P.A.)

-(door squeaks)
-Mrs. Parsons?

(crying) He's gone.

James is gone.

I'm so sorry.

(sobs) It's better.

(stutters) He would've been crippled.

James could not live like that.

So... really, it's better.

(sobs) Don't you... think so?

(sobbing) Oh, God.

(police siren wailing)

Listen, baby. Show that little man
what a wuss he is.

-You jump it.
-Yeah, look at your wife jump.

Around your legs. Jump it over the rope.

-Come on, like that. Jump it!
-(police siren wailing)

-(clamoring)
-(siren stops)

(indistinct radio chatter)

You folks all right?

They took our car. They took our luggage.
They took all of our money.

-Those kids?
-No, other ones.

-They took everything.
-We were looking for the Civic Center.

We got off on the wrong interstate exit.

We stopped to ask directions.

They just pushed us
out of the car and drove away.

Well, why don't we just get in the car
and get out of here.

-What kind of car was it?
-Uh, she was a rental.

I really can't remember
the license number.

It, uh, it was metallic blue.

It was gray.

It was gray.

We're from out of town.

-We figured that.
-(car door slams)

-Never, never again.
-LUCY: Dispatch.

Never again will I take
a policeman for granted, I'm telling you.

-WOMAN: Amen, amen to that.
-...or gray late-model sedan. You copy?

I, uh... I'm Dave Fimpel.

-And this is my wife, Sarah.
-SARAH: How are you?

You know, the criminal elements up here
really are carnivorous on folks like you.

She means you look a little out of your
natural habitat, so to speak.

Oh, yeah. We're from Rochester, New York.

We're on our way back home
from the in-laws in Phoenix.

-Dave?
-Yeah?

What are we gonna do?
We don't have any money.

Well, don't worry about it sweetheart.

I'll call Dennis, he'll wire us
some first thing good morning.

And in the meantime? All we've got
is the clothes on our backs.

That's no problem, ma'am.

We have a victim's aid program.
They'll put you up for the night

and give you meal money.

DISPATCH: Unit 2203,
assist in pursuit of truck,

license INX478,
vicinity of 125th and Dekker.

-Reported stolen, respond.
-Unit 2203, responding.

LUCY: Look at that, somebody
stole an ice cream truck.

-(police sirens wailing)
-Hang on, folks.

(police siren wailing continues)

(tires screeching)

-You all right?
-Oh, sure. Fine. No problem.

-Just fine. Just fine.
-(truck jingle playing)

-BOBBY: Get out of the truck!
-Stay down!

RENKO: Hands above your head,
don't look back at me!

BOBBY: We said get out of the truck, now!

Don't look back!

-(gun clicks)
-Hey, get out.

-What seems to be the trouble, officers?
-RENKO: It's the nutball with the ice.

Listen, this is a mistake.
We can talk about it later.

-Up on the car.
-Ow! Ow!

This is a stolen truck,
and you're under arrest for the suspicion.

Bobby, why don't we have ourselves a
nice... Popsicle.

-Uh, yeah, make mine--
-Stop!

-Stop!
-(all yelling)

Hey, listen, jerko, you try that again
and your ice is gonna melt fast!

-You got that?
-It's not enough, is it?

No, the power's gonna go out,
the ice is gonna melt

and Mother hasn't had enough
excitement for one day.

-Is that the idea?
-What's he talking about?

He's nuts. Put him in their unit.

Please, please, please, no!
You want a criminal?

You want a criminal?
Sydney Marsh, landlord.

He's a criminal.
Failing to pay the electric! (laughs)

You think this was an accident?
He never liked my mother. Never.

Never was civil to her, not in ten years.

-What flavor do you want?
-No, please!

-You don't understand, if she thaws out--
-Open it up, Ray.

-(whimpers)
-Anybody wanna split a mom-sicle?

Oh, my God.

-(pager beeping)
-Carol Anne.

Bobby, it's Carol Anne.

All right, you take care of her.
I'll catch a ride with Coffey.

-(grunts)
-Get your hands up there.

-(man grunts)
-(car starts)

-(siren wailing)
-(tires screeching)

Hey, how goes the third world rat race?

I don't know, Howard.

What do you say to a woman
whose husband's murdered

after 40 years of marriage?

MAN: I know she's dead,
do you think I'm crazy?

The key to cryogenics
is freezing the physical body

until the cure is found
for the cause of death.

She had a crushed skull.

Of course, you idiot.
That's because I hit her with a skillet.

(door opens)

They give you Miranda, Roland?

I'm waiting for my lawyer.

You'll get your lawyer.

They get backed up.
Usually takes about an hour.

So fade away.

Oh, you don't understand
about Miranda, Roland.

Miranda just means you
don't have to talk to me,

-doesn't mean I can't talk to you.
-You can't ask me questions.

FRANK: Who's asking questions?
I'm just discussing current events here.

Like, for instance, uh...

did you know that James Parsons died?

Have you seen this headline?

"Nun Slayer Dies Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow Celestine Gray,
22-year old high school dropout

convicted last summer of the rape
and murder of a Roman Catholic nun,

will be the fourth execution in the state
since August 1983.

There are now 25 men and one woman
on Death Row in the state,

all convicted of first degree murder."

-No plea bargain. By choice, I suppose.
-(newspaper rustles)

"Gray has two previous
felony convictions."

That's fewer than you, Roland.

Okay, shut your face!

I'm just discussing current events.

Ever see a man die in the chair, Harry?

-No, sir, I never have.
-It's horrible.

It's like the Dark Ages.
They shave your head...

(sighs) strap you in, all those wires

attached to electrodes,
attached to your legs and your temples.

They say when the first jolt hits,
your muscles bulge.

Hairs in your arms get singed,
this terrible acrid smell.

They say you don't feel it for very long.
I don't know, though.

(bangs table)

You murdered him Roland,
and we can prove it, easy.

How is that?

With forensics.

And the stolen medal.

And your description and the clothes
we found in your apartment.

And when Mrs. Parsons hears your voice.

Then why are you driving me then?

Because the honest-to-God
truth here is, Roland,

that I'm against capital punishment.

You have an hour in which to confess
or there'll be no pleas.

then you're gonna die by electrocution,
strapped in, just like Celestine Gray.

-(knocks)
-(door opens)

-Talk to my client?
-Sure, he's been great company.

But you'd better get him a bag
to breathe into.

(footsteps walk away)

DAVE: Yeah, I understand.

I'm sure that's the best
we can do, isn't it?

Okay, thanks. Yeah, bye-bye.

Well, Dennis says hi.
The banks just closed.

But he's gonna wire us some money
at the telegraph office

first thing in the morning.

Excellent. Things are looking up already.

Now, we have one little problem.
No biggie.

It's just that the optics
convention's in town,

and, well, I'm sure we can find some place
with a vacancy.

Ms. Furillo?
See that guy sitting over there?

He had his mother frozen
in an ice cream truck.

She was dead as a mackerel.

-(knocks on door)
-Captain, uh, can you spare a minute?

Sure come on in, Stan. Sit down.

How's it going?

Good. Busy.

It's all a lot to like.

A few things I'd like to change.

Just make the squad room yours.

I appreciate that
vote of confidence, Captain.

Which makes this morning's

little situation
all the more embarrassing.

So I'm just gonna say this once.

What happened this morning,
which, thank God for small favors,

you weren't here to see, is one of the
all-time embarrassments of my life.

I don't believe in bringing
the personal life into the squad room.

And I'll tell you the truth Captain,

I'm 54 years old,
I got a personal life that would

bore the crap out of a turtle.

I guarantee you, it won't happen again.

That's good Stan,
because to tell you the truth,

I think we have enough
action up here as it is.

Imagine, sir.

Imagine a woman wanting
to take it outside like that.

I'm not proud of it, but God help me,
I think it's finally quits between us.

Good. That's good, Stan.

You know, it's a tragedy when an otherwise
normal person, in this case,

this Vera who, believe me I don't even
like to credit by using her name,

when they can't control
the simplest human emotion.

The day my wife died, my Helen--

God rest her beloved soul.

I controlled myself
better than this person.

Not to mention the day
I cut off Blackie's leg,

and believe me, that was
no tea party, neither.

Ah, anyway, rest assured, Captain,
you got nothing to worry about.

This squad room's gonna tick along,
just like a watch.

Good night, sir.

Uh, Stan, uh... ten more seconds, please.

Yes, sir.

You said something about Blackie.

Yes, sir. My dog.

Did I correctly understand
you to say that you...

cut off his leg?

Freak accident, sir.

See, I was trimming
the hedge in the backyard.

And the phone rings.

And I turn away for the two seconds.

Blackie happens to lean in.

And he lifts his leg to do his business.

(snaps fingers)

Thank God it was a clean cut, sir.

Gee, I'm sorry.

Couple of years of pooches hopping around
like it's nothing.

Imagine, sir.

The second it happened,

he looks up at me
with those big, brown eyes,

and he forgives me.

-Man's best friend.
-That's right.

I cut off his leg,
he tells me he loves me.

-Then this mutt of a broad--
-(knock on door)

Pardon my French, ma'am.

Roland Maxwell is in the process
of giving a full statement.

Really?

After a fairly fancy
interrogation, I take it.

No need for flattery, counselor.
Just ordinary cleverness.

-At the expense of my assistant.
-Come on, Joyce.

Spare me the beautiful defender

telling the police captain
he's way out of line.

It's old, been playing so long
I know it by heart.

Nice. The cop speaketh.

That's what I am.

You know you coerced that confession.

You could lose it.

I'll take my chances.

Whoa, hold up there.
You the gentlemen in room 306?

-Who's asking?
-Nat Rikers, I manage the dump.

I don't know, it ain't so bad.

Yeah, I've been in worse.

Yeah, listen, um, mind
if I ask you a question?

NEAL: Not at all.

(elevator starts)

So, you guys doing a little
business on the premises, huh?

Like what?

(elevator stops)

Come on, come on,
you're doing stolen goods.

-Word has it you got a serious bankroll.
-So?

Well, I'm only saying this
because I hear things once in a while,

which could be of mutually
beneficial interest.

What kind of things, Mr. Rikers?

Depending on your level of interest,

certain things
which I don't know if you're into.

I don't know the scale of your operation.

We don't have to mince words, Rikers.

You're talking smack? Soda? What?

'Cause if you got a buck to turn here,
we can mobilize.

-Yeah?
-Speak.

I got some friends,
had an arrangement and the buyer fell out.

They got four keys Bolivian pink.

What do they need?

Hundred, hundred and a quarter.

Pocket change.

Your people anxious to move,
we'll do it tomorrow.

-You make the introductions?
-I'll do that.

-(elevator starts)
-What's your action, chief?

Standard ten percent.

-Out of their end.
-Yeah.

(elevator clangs)

This is good. Mike, 306.

Make sure these guys get
plenty of clean towels and stuff.

-More ashtrays.
-(coughing)

Hey. Hey, baby.

I said you got yourself a boy, not a girl.

Can't you tell the difference, honey? Hmm?

-Huh?
-Honey. Shut your face.

Do you understand?

Just so you know
what you're getting into, sugar.

-See?
-You like that?

-Did you like that? You little nothing!
-(screaming)

You little nothing!
I ought to cut your throat!

-You know that?
-Get him off! (gasping)

Get up! Up, up, up on your feet!

Okay!

Which one of these two individuals
are you in love with?

MAN: Thanks for nothin'!

(phone ringing)

Well, uh, here we are.

Oh.

This is nice.

It's very nice.

-Frank?
-Oh, Ray, did you get the buy money

-for LaRue and Washington?
-Yes.

I want to go out on that operation.

-On LaRue's and Washington's?
-They need a South American money man.

LaRue and Washington need me.

Please, Frank.

All right, check with Henry
on assignments.

We'll see if you fit
the profile in the morning.

Good.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I hear Roland Maxwell confessed.

Someone scared him.

Eight guys out of ten
would've laughed in my face.

Maybe. Anyway, thanks.

I felt really bad about
screwing up the warrant.

-You didn't screw up the warrant.
-My mind tells me that.

My heart says,
"Patsy, if that guy had walked..."

You'll what, quit?

Definitely.

I've been watching you for six weeks.

Case by case, I'd say you're somewhere
between good and great. Okay?

Been watching you for six weeks, too.

Oh, that sounds real bad. Um...

Okay, let me start over.

Uh, Captain, the other day
when you helped me get my car started...

Did you ever get jumper cables?

-Not yet.
-Get jumper cables.

I mean, I'm telling you, really.
I mean, that or a new battery.

Promise, I will.

Um, what I was coming to was, um...

I know it's against
all the unwritten rules,

it's certainly against male
personal code 376-B,

but, um, you were so nice,

and it seemed like that wasn't exactly
in a business context.

And so, um...

Would you like to have dinner
with me sometime?

Yes.

-(chattering)
-MAN: I don't believe it.

All right, I got an announcement!
I got a general announcement.

Announcing the arrival of Laura Ann Renko,

-seven pounds, four ounces!
-(cheering, applause)

She had a slightly misshapen melon
on first appearance,

but she is happy and healthy
and oh, so beautiful, just like her mama.

And I fell on my face and sustained
a slight fracture to my proboscis.

-Looks like you busted your honker, too.
-(laughter)

I broke up with a guy in July.

We were living together three years.

Rough one?

Yeah, pretty much.

I really don't know
what happens between two people.

Joyce said once loving
each other is no guarantee

that you're gonna make each other happy.

-She's right, you know.
-Thank you.

I think part of it's that I wanted
the marriage more than she did.

Pushed a little. Probably she resented it.

-Felt I was holding her down.
-Were you?

I don't know, I think she thinks I was.

You lonely?

It's been four months.

Think I've made a lot
of mistakes here already,

but I look at you and I see a man
that's too hard on himself.

On one shoulder is this good angel.

And on the other is an even better one.

St. Francis of Furillo.

Do you want to give
your angels the night off?

Meaning?

What I mean.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

I thought I was better at reading men.

You didn't misread me.

It's just that what I feel

and what I do about my feelings
are two different things.

I'm a married man.

You're separated.

I'm a separated married man.

Who hopes to be back with his wife.

-She must have a lot of power.
-She has.

I used to think that robbed me of my own,
but it doesn't.

Maybe that's what I've learned
in the last four months.

Is this gonna screw up our relationship?

Not for me.

I think you're special.

I think that personally
and I think that professionally.

(train rumbling)

One kiss?

So we both know what we're missing?

(engine revving)

(engine screeches)

JOYCE:
We've got field investigators working.

And we filed last minute
petitions with the US Supreme Court

and the State Supreme Court.

And we have a personal appeal
to the governor.

What about the President?
What could he do?

Nothing. The President's not part of it.

Well maybe you could try him, at least.

Celestine, honestly that's, uh...

He's federal. This is state.

(breathes heavily)

Tamar try that thing with the cops yet?

She did come in. Just like she came to me.

Remember when I filed that whole petition?

Nothing, huh?

A lie's a lie, Celestine.

(sighs)

What about that other?

What I asked you for?

I'm told they give you Valium here.

Yeah, what, ten milligrams?

Ten milligrams I couldn't get my thumb
to sleep without sitting on it.

I'll try.

See you tomorrow, Celestine.

-You just walk home?
-(door closes)

You just walk?

Think I'm gonna sleep?

Think what I gotta do tonight!

They're gonna fry me, lady.

You know what that means?

They're gonna plug me in!

Try to get some sleep.

Why?!

(phone ringing)

-Hello?
-Frank?

I'm sorry, I know it's late.

It's okay. Are you all right?

I'm just leaving Harrisville.

It would take about an hour,
but, uh, could I come over?

Sure. I'd like that.

See you in a bit.

(closing theme playing)