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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Stan Jablonski never cold-cocked no woman.

Tomorrow, Celestine Grey

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

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

I'm looking for Sergeant Bates.

Sergeant Bates is back on the streets.

Oh, well, I'm with the Victims' Aid Bureau.

I really can't remember the license number. It, uh...

It was metallic blue.

It was gray.

-LUCY: It was gray. -We're from out of town.

MAN: We don't have to mince words, Rikers.

You talking smack, soda, what?

GERALD: It's all over! It's dead meat!

They're gonna fry me, lady!

JOYCE (on phone): Frank, I'm just leaving Harrisville.

-Could I come over? -Sure. I'd like that.

PHIL: Item seven.

Unless there's some of your last-minute legal technicalities,

2205 hours this evening,

Celestine Grey pays the ultimate penalty at Harrisville State Prison.

As arresting precinct,

we may or we may not, in the course of the day,

be subject to citizens and press individuals

exercising their First Amendment rights concerning this event.

Hey, Sarge, is the execution gonna be on TV?

Sure, LaRue, they're gonna run instant replays

-on the 11 o'clock news. -(scoffs)

Our undercover at the Hotel Stratford is established. We're in as fences.

Also got, uh, the wheels turning on a major drug buy.

Best case, we're gonna clean out the attic,

maybe pop a few absentee landlords.

Detectives LaRue, Washington, Belker, Garibaldi, and Mayo,

-Lieutenant Calletano are working. -(papers rustle)

Oh, item nine.

You'll note on the board downstairs

a list of appointments for patrol-car pesticide wash-downs.

Hey, that stuff stinks.

This is not optional.

A unit out of South Ferry jumped a sidewalk last week,

cleaned out a chandelier establishment.

Involved officers wrote up the cause as "pest distraction."

A two-inch silverfish went up a guy's nose.

(laughter)

Final note.

Congratulations to Officer Renko on the birth of a brand-new baby daughter!

(cheering and applauding)

Seven pounds, four ounces at Mother of Mercy Hospital.

Mama and baby are doing just fine,

and papa's busted schnoz ought to mend in a week or two.

It looks like me and you went a couple rounds

with Sugar Ray Leonard, don't it, Sarge?

I don't take your reference.

My beak and your eyeball.

Your face and my rear end!

ALL: Ooh.

Lieutenant Harboth and me are quits.

(silence)

Okay, let's get out there.

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

(chattering)

I don't understand why...

I'd say he's got a point.

Um, um, Officer Coffey! Coff, can I see you for a second?

(chattering continues)

Your personnel update for your sergeant's application.

Is that right?

Last name, Coffey, first name, Josephine,

sex, female, race, Black.

Hey, I was just having a little fun, Sarge.

Trying to improve the odds a little bit.

But you're not Black. You're not a woman.

Right.

So this is wrong.

Yeah.

Jablonski's no fanatic for Affirmative Action, officer,

but this here's only gonna buy you a jackpot.

-I'll do it over. -Why don't you do it over?

Oh, Andy, she's beautiful!

Look at that, just like her mama. See the little fat cheeks?

She's gonna have an innie, too, I think.

-Captain. -Andy...

she's a knockout.

So is your nose.

-Natalie. -Yeah?

Where is Mr. Schnitz with my reading material?

Oh, the prince. The prince has not yet arrived.

The prince has not yet arrived.

-Good morning, Captain. -Good morning.

Very persuasive, Mayo.

HENRY: I've had enough of you, Renko!

Easy, lieutenant! Lieutenant.

I'm just trying to point out this here execution--

I'm telling you I don't wanna hear it.

FRANK: Henry. Henry.

You know, there's something foul in this station house.

I'm getting outta here. Let's get out of this damn place.

(phone ringing)

(sighs) What's the matter, Henry?

(sighs) Rachel.

My kid's asleep in the next room.

What happened?

Four o'clock this morning she was attacked, raped.

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)

-JOYCE: Hi. -Hi.

What's Henry upset about?

-How do you feel? -Tired.

-Happy we talked. -So am I.

Would you give that to Neal, please?

I'm almost embarrassed.

The clock's running on Celestine Grey,

and I'm happier than I've been in four months.

Where does it stand?

The governor's aid's ducking my call.

Jerry Fuchs' man is trying to run down the Supreme Court justice

who takes appeals from our district.

Is he getting warm?

The justice is mountain-climbing in New Hampshire.

Jerry's man feels that he's somewhere in the western part of the state.

Frank, I could use uninterrupted access to a phone.

Dial away.

I'll reimburse.

Central Accounting still hasn't figured out how to bill.

-IRWIN: Frank. -Uh, just two minutes, please.

I'm due in court.

Frank, am I wrong, or was my office not told yesterday

to prepare for large-scale junkie busts this a.m.?

-Yes. -Yes, we were.

We were asked to allocate manpower

to process those arrests and to obtain warrants

based on some absentee landlords.

Irwin, the possibility of a large-scale drug buy

came up all of a sudden.

It was too tempting for LaRue and Washington to pass up.

We're delaying the other operation

so as not to jeopardize their undercover work.

I took guys off two ongoings to move on this, Frank.

Well, keep 'em on. The buy may come as early as this afternoon.

We'll bust the junkies and the landlords right after.

(sighs)

-Better coordination. -Better coordination.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

I wanted to ask you about a situation

where a dead body is heaved out of a window.

Uh, call me later, Detective.

But, I mean, wouldn't that be some sort of a crime?

Uh, I'd need the details.

You know when Sid will be back?

Would you ask him to call me, please, as soon as he can? It's important.

Thank you.

How's Rachel?

The kids?

They don't even know it happened.

He had a knife.

He said he'd kill her and them if she made a sound.

Who's handling it at Midtown?

-Nobody. -What do you mean?

Nobody's handling it. She won't file a report.

That's just a first reaction.

(sighs) She says she won't go through the legal wringer.

Says she's been assaulted enough.

No assignments today, okay?

Any way you want it.

(police siren wails)

-How are you? -I'm all right. How are you?

We're the Fimpels. Any messages?

None today.

Dave.

Oh, just one second, hon. I'll be right with you.

We have some errands to run, then we'll be leaving.

-What's your check-out time? -Approximately 1:00.

Oh, well, we should be out long before then.

That's fine.

-Dave. -Yeah.

That large person was wearing my dress.

-Pretty color. -Not the same style, Dave.

One of my actual dresses that was stolen yesterday.

Your guy understands this is just to get acquainted.

He wants it that way, too.

Okay, he samples my product, I look at his presidents' collection.

See you upstairs at 11:00.

Man, it's gonna be a real pleasure putting that dude away.

Lower your voice.

Neal, what's that about water seeking its own level?

(chuckles)

(rattles)

A child, Robert, a beautiful little child,

a sweet little child.

-She's mighty cute. -Mm-hmm.

It puts everything in perspective, Robert.

Sergeants can yell at you for no apparent reason,

lieutenants can manhandle you in the corridors and--

Nice to see you in a good mood again, Renko.

(thuds)

-On the other hand... -Mm-hmm.

...maturity is yet one more argument for--

-(horn honks) -Preach it.

Homicide detectives, Robert,

-they work in suits and ties. -Yes, they do.

They enter scenes of violence after the fact.

They work in safety.

-Safety? -Safety.

(chuckles) Where are you gonna find a safe place?

You busted up your nose in a maternity ward!

WOMAN (over radio): Unit 2202, respond.

2202.

Domestic disturbance, 1706 Hurdle, Apartment 3.

2202, copy. 1706 Hurdle.

-Got it. -(police siren wails)

A little more rapid there, Renko.

This speed is prudent.

-(crashes) -MAN: You're asking for it now, bitch!

I'm gonna smack you.

-Yeah, you and everybody else! -(knocks on door)

Police officers! Open up the door, Mr. Turner!

MAN: Get back over here!

The man's allegedly dusted, Robert.

(crashes)

-Open up! -MAN: Open up the damn door.

(door opens)

Jermaine says go away.

Nobody's going anywhere, ma'am. Are you okay?

-You better go. (screams) -JERMAINE: Bitch!

-Open up the door, Mrs. Turner! -JERMAINE: Beat it, man!

-Do you wanna kick it? -No, sir, I do not.

(door crashes)

JERMAINE: I'll kill her!

You just take it easy there, pal.

I mean it, man. Get out!

Let's get out of here, Renko.

All right, we're gonna go and reconsider this, okay, buddy?

You think I'm kidding? Huh?

(gunfire)

JERMAINE: Get out of here! Get out!!

(bangs)

2202, a 10-13, 1706 Hurdle.

WOMAN (over radio): Copy, 2202.

-You all right? -(sobs)

I think I just refractured my snooter.

RENKO: This freak is definitely nuts, probably dusted.

Got a long rifle, has a handgun up there--

Excuse me just a moment.

Ballantine, would you please get the press corps

the hell behind our van?

Folks, we need you to stay to the rear of this vehicle.

Now come on. Let's go.

(gunfire)

RENKO: What'd I tell you?

-Do we have full evacuation? -Everybody's out.

Mullins was hit by a ricochet, Lieutenant.

Is he all right?

Oh, it's a flesh wound to the upper right arm.

-He seems okay. -Oh, Judas.

Is it your sense that this woman is at risk?

She was beat up pretty badly. He looked crazy enough to do anything.

-And he's refused to communicate? -Yeah.

Well, I'm not inclined to waltz with him.

Prepare to deliver CS.

(trigger clicks)

MAN (over radio): C.S. ready, sir.

Support units trained on the window?

Trained and ready, sir.

Don't do it!

Ready? Go.

-(gunshot) -(glass breaks)

(gunfire)

He's trapped.

All right, support units, fire. Take him out.

(gunfire continues)

-(gunshot) -Cease fire.

Got you, you son of a bitch!

(helicopter blade whirs)

(police siren wailing)

I appreciate this, Sid.

I'll get another day off next week, Lieutenant.

Just tell me, Lieutenant, someone comes home,

are we leaving through the door or the window?

It's my ex-wife's apartment. She was attacked and won't press charges.

Basta.

(suitcase clicks)

Whoa.

If this guy's on file, he's popped.

We're talking some pressure.

You won't demonstrate the other hand. The other hand was holding a knife.

Josephine Coffey, really dumb.

I'm gonna tell you something, Luce,

I'm off the list saying the guy's a bing-bong.

He may not be a bing-bong. I think he's a jerk.

Hey, he could have ranted and raved, which would have just got my back up.

He could have put it in your jacket.

Yeah, but what does he do?

He calmly points out, in a completely nonjudgmental way,

"You are not Black. You are not a woman."

I'm telling you, I think the guy may be a genius.

WOMAN (over radio): Unit 2203, robbery reported. 113 North Fisher.

-Unit 2203 responding. -(police siren wailing)

(people shouting)

MAN: Eighty bucks is not easy to come by! I need my money!

MAN 2: This is your fault, man! Just save it!

(shouting indistinctly)

-COFFEY: What's going on? -(shouting continues)

LUCY: Hold it down!

A thief comes here,

so this turkey clerk just slams down the window,

so the guy robs all of us!

I'll take you out, you jerk!

-Hey, take it easy now. Just take it easy. -Oh, boy.

Hello, officers.

They're the people from yesterday.

You're the Fimpels, right?

We were robbed again.

I mean, it's the second time it happened, you know?

This has been the worst experience of our lives!

(chattering)

FEMALE REPORTER: Hear in the background, as Turner falls,

an EATER marksman adds a footnote to the incident.

Got you, you son of a bitch!

It looks as if we executed him.

I saw no culpable behavior out there, Frank.

The man had a hostage, he was laying down deadly fire,

an officer had been wounded.

Yeah, but there's one spot...

-(clicks) -There. Right there.

Now there, he looks completely defenseless

and as if Foster shoots him in cold blood.

-(gunshot) -It's an illusion, Frank.

It makes it seem like more time has elapsed than actually did.

He dropped his weapon.

Are you asking me if I thought the man came up slowly, Frank?

The answer is yes.

Do I wish he hadn't shouted what he did after the man fell? (chuckles)

Would I prefer not having 23-year-olds in my unit?

Yes on both counts.

But the fact is, up to that point, I had given no cease-fire order.

(knock on door)

They, uh, get that stuff on the air real quick,

-don't they, sir? -(telephone rings)

It's pretty dramatic footage. TV stations are making the most of it.

-Furillo. -It's all over the place.

FRANK: Howard Hunter's briefing me right now, sir.

Got you, you son of a bitch!

He says it's very misleading.

FEMALE REPORTER: ...that final shot knocked him back.

Yeah, they've already phoned. They're on their way up.

...shooting has caused considerable controversy.

Uh-huh. Yes, sir.

The 23-year-old officer from the Hill Street precinct that shot...

Internal Affairs is on its way up to interview you.

Any weapons discharged, that's standard procedure.

Okay, but let's at least acknowledge that the tapes exist

and that they appear to show questionable conduct.

I'd urge you to be prepared for a rigorous interrogation.

We're not gonna have an electronics lynching here, are we, Captain?

Would you excuse us for a minute, Foster?

Uh, yes, sir.

What the hell's the matter with you, Howard?

Well, we don't exactly seem to be closing ranks behind our man.

Nobody's gonna lynch Foster, and nobody's gonna sell him out.

But there's also gonna be no stonewalling here.

At minimum, what I hear between the lines from you

is that his behavior was problematic.

Which is no justification for a media crucifixion.

That's a separate problem. Let's establish what the man did!

I'll write up my statement.

I think that's a good idea.

(telephone ringing)

A couple of visitor's passes, please.

Rachel, there's more to it than that. I didn't break into your room.

-(dial tone) -Rachel.

JOYCE: Of course not for clemency,

but did you say cautious optimism and a short stay?

Yeah. Let me ask you a question, Mr. Larson.

Did you even bring up Celestine's case with the governor?

I know you have to look at the large canvas.

Thanks for your efforts.

"N.G," Ms. Davenport?

"N.G" with the governor.

Hey, believe me, my Manchester guy's gonna find this justice.

He knows New Hampshire like the back of his hand.

Meanwhile, how about we open up a second front?

Namely?

How about a guy having pizza with Celestine Grey

halfway across the city when the sister was attacked?

-What's his name? -Sonny Franks.

-Why didn't he come forward before this? -No one gave him 500 bucks before.

-That's suborning perjury, Mr. Fuchs. -Come on, call me Jerry.

What would be criminal, Ms. Davenport,

if I didn't report to you every single possibility my operatives uncover.

Besides which, we'll take a whole day to knock the story down.

I take that as a no? We stay on the one front?

Just the one front.

You got a problem, Sergeant?

I thought you used to be a pretty good cop.

MAN: Well, get ready. You won't believe this fix.

Sara and I were robbed again.

Uh, I'm wondering if I can complete

these people's robbery report now, Mrs. Furillo.

-Sergeant. -Every cent you wired us.

This man is making an emergency phone call,

and I've got to call my office to clear putting them up for another night.

No, we didn't even get out of the telegraph office!

So I'm afraid you're gonna have to be satisfied with waiting

until I'm done with them.

Well, we didn't ask to get robbed, Dennis!

Or maybe you'd like to give me a little pop in the kazoo, huh?

Come on, slugger!

Look, I'm not exactly in the mood for a lecture.

I'm not exactly positive of what you're referring to,

but (chuckles) sure, sure.

Ladies first, Mrs. Furillo.

All right. Yeah, all right.

A little pop in the snootsky wouldn't do her no harm.

Yeah, I said all right, Dennis!

Best to Betsy.

(telephone thuds)

Dennis says they're at their credit limit.

How about my father?

Yeah, that's a good idea. You wanna call him?

Listen, I'm pretty sure

we could get you extended at the hotel another night.

Well, I'm sorry. It's the best I can do.

Okay, but I'm not setting foot out of that room

until we go to pick up the money.

Plus, I want a police escort.

MAN: Young fella don't got no remembering of the way this place used to be.

It's a dump now!

Them elevators...

they relieve themselves in there.

Junkies... (sniffs)

Peeing. Ugh!

(telephone rings)

Switchboard.

Yeah.

Yes. Thank you.

MAN: Look at you.

And look at this fella!

Alley Cat.

Hey, did you relieve yourself in there?

MICK: I have a male Cauc, 5'7", brown hair, maroon shirt, black pants.

Cauc may have seen some surveillance equipment--

Fella may have relieved himself in there.

Shh!

Alley Cat, copy.

Who are you talking to there?

Nothing. It's a ham radio.

Well, good for you.

Hobby keeps you out of trouble. (chuckles)

-Mike, I'll be in room 306. -Right.

Yes, sir!

Eat poison and die.

Hiya, big time.

-Hey, sport. -I have no time to party.

Police! You're under arrest.

-For what?! -Dealing stolen property.

Aw, come on. Wait! At least let me talk first, huh?

Sorry I'm a little late, Ray.

You manage a hotel, your schedule's not your own.

Yeah, it can't be any picnic keeping up a swell joint like this.

You bring the stuff, Mr. Rikers?

As soon as I see a Polaroid with you and some currency.

Please.

Nice likeness.

I like that you don't sample it, Ray. Wise man.

Is that sweet? Is that maraschino cherry or what?

Very good. (inhales sharply)

-Four kilos? -Correcto. I need 125 units.

That's acceptable.

Bing-bang. Don't shoot a cabbage twice, do you, my friend?

Four o'clock here good for the transfer? My place, your people.

-Four o'clock. -(speaks Spanish)

Henry, why are you doing this to me?

Because pretending that something did not happen

is not gonna make it go away.

Don't you lecture me! Don't you dare!

I know exactly what happened.

A man came into my bedroom.

He put a knife to my throat,

and he threatened to kill our children unless I had sex with him.

Now, do you want to know exactly what he made me do?

No.

I will not let that animal violate my life any more than he already has.

What about the next woman he rapes? And the one after that?

Don't put that guilt on me.

I have children, a job, a man who cares about me.

I won't let what happened to me become the topic of snide gossip.

We know who the guy is. You can put him away, for God's sake!

Let someone else be a hero.

You do the right thing now,

there doesn't have to be someone else.

Maybe, if I'd still had a husband in bed beside me,

this never would have happened!

(sighing) Oh, boy.

No, please. (sniffles)

Please, just leave me alone.

(crying)

Completed our on-site witness statements, Captain,

EATER and civilian.

(door closes)

How does it look?

Two questionable aspects in the cop's behavior.

He may have fired late, and the shouting was inflammatory.

Regarding the first, all statements agree,

no one discharged his weapon after the cease-fire was given.

Regard to the second, no indication Foster's shouting

-substantially affected the incident. -So you're gonna clear?

Ballistics and forensic reports will take three to four days.

Uh, Foster doesn't have three or four days.

Lieutenant Hunter's concerned about the effect

the television tapes might have.

There's really no way to issue any faster, sir.

I also want to say that, uh,

even though he's not guilty of any wrongdoing,

I think the cop showed a very poor situational response.

FRANK Thanks very much for moving so fast.

(sighs) Thanks for your cooperation, Lieutenant.

(door opens)

Well, Officer Foster,

bend over and kiss your butt goodbye.

Let him know the preliminary findings.

Cold comfort for a man who's about to endure

press vilification that'll damage the rest of his life.

Well, I'm gonna do my best to minimize that, Howard,

but we can't shield Foster from the fact that his conduct stank.

It's either gonna bust him, or he's gonna get over it.

Yeah.

Hi.

The justice refused the stay.

Does that exhaust Grey's options?

This was his last chance. He's going to be executed.

I feel like it's my fault.

That's crazy. You've been a bearcat.

He killed that woman.

If anyone deserves executing, probably he does.

But at that arraignment two years ago,

Celestine Grey could have had the same deal Gerald Chapman got.

If I'd been less busy fuming at you and busier being his advocate,

he could have been the one to roll and plead.

-Joyce... -No, it's the truth, Frank.

(sighs) And I've got to live with it.

Would you drive up with me?

I'm an invited guest to this.

Yes.

Ms. Davenport, would you supervise an intake interview?

-We got a pretty agitated guy. -Sure.

(telephone ringing)

(chattering)

Mr. Hanley.

Captain, I'm still working on my story.

Are you aware that the Supreme Court turned down Grey's last appeal?

Surprised?

No comment. May I talk to you for a minute?

Close it for me, would you please?

I want you to write a story on Ed Foster.

Ed "Got you, you son of a bitch" Foster?

That's the headline, not the story.

There's no malice in Foster.

He's a decent young man who may make a decent cop.

Did you say a story or a PR piece?

A story.

On those, I form my own impressions, Captain.

I hope those impressions include

how it can ruin a young cop's life to have the cameras rolling

when he shouts the wrong thing in the heat of the moment.

Am I hearing Foster's been cleared of everything but bad language?

It's not for attribution.

But off the record, that's how it lays out?

That's how it lays out.

He's been cleared by EATER as well as civilian witnesses.

-How can I use it? -Just quote a department source.

-This doesn't commit me to a puff piece. -Understood.

Thanks, Captain.

Captain, excuse me.

We got something I think you ought to hear.

My client claims to know of officers at risk.

He'll trade particulars for immunity.

-You better move, too. -Let's hear it.

That good enough?

Your guys at the hotel, they're looking' at a jackpot.

There's going to be a drug sale in the room your detectives are undercover.

-And? -And it's gonna be a robbery.

Rikers hired two of my buddies to bust in.

I was gonna take it down a little early,

then I thought I spotted these hidden cameras.

-When? -Four o'clock.

-(door opens) -MAN: Way to wait, Toni.

I couldn't get representation.

-Phone Belker, then get over there. -PATSY: On the way.

Don't kill us, fellas.

-Don't kill us, all right? -MAN: Hey, lighten up.

Nobody's gonna get killed as long as everybody behaves.

I don't want to die.

-Can you believe this? -Sort of.

-Oh, man! -What?

-Pigs. -Get outta here.

I'm telling you, it's both ends of the hall.

-What's goon' on? -What?

-Oh, man, you're cops! -Hey, if we were...

What am I? What is this? What am I? An unknowing go-between here?

Are you kiddin' me, man?

Easy, easy. Let's everyone stay calm.

-All right, I'll stay calm. -(chair crashes)

You'll never make it. Don't be foolish.

We're out of here, man. We're gettin' out of here.

NEAL: Hey, you ain't gettin' no place, slick!

We got cops in the hall, cops downstairs!

Yeah? We got one, too, right here!

MAN: We got a hostage, man! We'll off him!

I'm goin' with you!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot! They got Lieutenant Calletano!

We got a hostage, man! We'll off him!

Think, Rikers. Call it off.

You'll never make the front door, Rikers.

It's you! Look at you! You pigs are all over!

You're not that stupid, are you? You don't want to die, do you?

(door opens)

Uh, excuse me. Uh, hi. Could you pardon us, please?

Shut your mouth!

-Drop your weapons! -Lord!

You don't move, Rikers!

Let's work something out here, huh, people?

Drop them!

Hands goin' up! All right?

No, we're okay! It's all right!

Unwilling companion! Forced companion!

You okay, Lieutenant?

I'm all right. I'm all right.

If I could only get a glass of water... my heart is pounding.

-All right, take it easy. -All right.

This is just terrible. This is the most terrible thing.

-There are those two officers again! -Hi, folks.

Officers.

Do you know, Dave, do you know what disturbs me?

Do you know what disturbs me particularly?

-Why don't you come over and sit down? -Come on, sit down.

Do you know what-- Do you know what disturbs me, Dave?

It's seeing that person in my dress!

In addition to everything else,

to have to watch my stolen dress in front of me!

Hey, they're talkin' to you, sex change!

Just what is the lady's problem?

I... want... my...

dress back!

We want our dress back, please.

-Give her her dress back. -No.

Give it to her.

-And just what am I supposed to wear? -Pants!

(scoffs) I'd rather die!

Do you mean that?

Go upstairs, Jared, and get my yellow frock, please.

In the alley! Uh, hold it!

That ain't cool, man!

What's your deal?

-You're under arrest! -Ah!

Hey! You just bought yourself a brutality rap, sucker!

Oh, that so? In for a penny, in for a pound.

Aah!

Move!

Is that the knife you used, James?

Is that the knife you held to her throat while you raped her?

Hey.

Is this what you were gonna kill her kids with if she resisted?

I don't know what you're talkin' about, man! I didn't do no rape!

And you know what, James? You're gonna get away with it!

-(grunts) -Ain't that somethin'?

You're gonna get away with it because she won't charge!

Oh, you're crazy, man!

(panting) You got that exactly right, James.

I am crazy...

because that was my wife!

Those were my kids in the next room!

You're damn right I'm crazy, James!

Go on! Go ahead!

Get up! Run!

I run, you'll kill me.

-(trigger clicks) -I may kill you anyway.

No, man, don't kill me.

No, man, please don't kill me.

How does it feel, James, huh? How does it feel to be that scared?

I'm sorry, man!

Get up.

-(trigger clicks) -Get up!

(panting)

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

If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say

can and will be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney!

You have the right to have your attorney present during questioning.

(telephone rings)

James Fitzsimmons, warrants on failure to appear and assault.

New charges are resisting, possession, possession with--

A little slower, Lieutenant.

Possession of a concealed weapon.

How about a little compression, Lieutenant?

Someone will have to try all those counts.

And somebody better do it!

(telephone rings)

You talkin' a wrong guy here, Frank?

Tell Henry to throw in his parking tickets, too.

-Captain... -You the captain?

-This is the guy that owns the Stratford. -We're physicians, Captain.

That hotel is a corporate investment.

How in hell would we know what goes on there from day-to-day?

No sale.

We've pursued civil remedies with you people for three years,

and you've set up one corporate roadblock after another.

-Now you're gonna go away. -I don't believe it.

Take the hint. Henry.

I lifted a clean print in Rachel's apartment. He's the guy.

Rachel's decided to press charges?

No.

What else do we have on him?

Felony warrants, he was holding when I took him,

he had a switchblade.

He'll go away for a while.

You can't believe how much I wanted to kill him.

I can believe it.

Not for deterrence, not for justice, for vengeance.

Giving me a little problem with Celestine Grey.

I know capital punishment is wrong because I feel it's wrong,

the Gospel according to Goldblume,

always trust your heart.

But if I go just with my feelings, I got blood up to my elbows.

It's a minor inconsistency.

(telephone rings)

(chattering)

Ray...

Nice job.

Thank you.

I have been hyperventilating ever since I came back.

Is there any particular reason you wanted this assignment?

To show that I'm still a vital and vigorous cop.

From downtown.

-An invitation to early retirement. -Oh, yeah, I got one, too.

-Really? -Sure, it's an automatic.

The computer kicks it out to everyone just before full pension vestment.

I never want to go on another undercover.

You goldbricking, Foster? The watch is not over.

I'm sorry, sir. I was, uh...

Oh...

We can fudge for 15 minutes.

I understand you did an interview.

-Yes, sir. -How did it go?

Uh, okay, I guess. I mean, he seemed like an okay guy.

Well, on balance, things are looking up, huh?

(exhales)

My mother called before.

They showed the tape in Portland.

I guess they're gonna show it everywhere.

I see.

Yeah.

She, uh, she wanted...

She wanted to know how I could ever do such a thing.

Well...

They want us to protect them, Foster,

but they're a little squeamish about chapter and verse.

I just shouldn't have shouted. I shouldn't have yelled what I did.

Well, in a perfect world, you wouldn't have.

But you were adrenalized and afraid, and you did shout it.

What you have to decide is whether that moment is gonna defeat you.

Well, it seems like it already has.

I mean, it seems like... that tape...

is how people are always gonna think about me.

You're not the first to have a moment of weakness, Foster.

People can be more forgiving than you can imagine...

but you have to be able to forgive yourself.

Well... I don't know if I can.

I don't know if I could after this.

Come on, don't let it whip you, son.

Just swallow what's bitter in the cup and move on.

Be a man.

Will you please just excuse me, sir?

-Ed-- -Please!

Please just leave me alone. I'll be up in a minute.

Okay.

-(telephone ringing) -Ms. Davenport?

Wish we could have turned things around for you.

Thanks for your efforts.

That's what you hired us for. Going up to the execution?

-Yes. -Uh, can I take 30 seconds here?

I was wondering if you could give us a report card,

say if you'll be able to recommend Fuchs Security for more work?

Offering to provide perjuring witnesses

is something I'd advise against in future, Mr. Fuchs.

Hey, you don't have to tell me that twice.

-Frank! -Jerry.

-Uh, you goin' up to the execution? -That's right.

I admire that, Frank. You go the distance, the full nine innings.

Leo, I'm signed out to Harrisville State Prison.

Any word on Officer Mullins?

He's out of recovery, sir, doing well.

Uh, so you would call that around a "B," then?

Somewhere around a "B."

Well, it's passing with room for improvement.

Uh, drive safely.

(dog barking)

HENRY: Rachel, please wait.

Annie is inside and Josh is coming home any minute.

I'm not gonna say anything.

ANNIE: Who's here?

-RACHEL: It's Daddy. -Hi, Daddy.

Hiya, sweetheart.

Yahhh.

-(door closes) -(sighs)

You're a day early.

Just thought I'd come by and talk to Mom for a sec.

-ANNIE: What's wrong? -Nothing.

Nothing's wrong. What's wrong with you?

Just the way you sounded.

Mm. You never met a grouch before?

-RACHEL: Annie, check the chicken. -Okay.

-You helpin' Mom cook? -Yep.

It's hotshot chicken. You should stay.

What's that?

My friend's coming over. Jack.

Good.

Yeah, she doesn't like him.

We arrested the guy, Rach.

I am not going to testify.

We charged on other crimes.

For what it's worth, I just wanted you to know that he was off the street.

Here's... a counseling service.

You're covered on my benefits.

Talk to somebody, Rach.

Maybe later.

You can't carry the whole weight by yourself.

It's a little late for you to be worrying about my burdens.

I'm sorry I bullied you. I got a little... crazy.

I nearly killed the guy, Rachel.

I wish you had.

Annie, come say bye to Daddy.

Rachel, I'm sorry.

Mm!

Movies tomorrow?

-Pick you up at 6:00? -Okay.

Sure you don't want to stay for dinner?

Mm, don't be such a troublemaker.

Bye.

-Bye-bye. -Bye.

Hug for Josh.

Gerald, you were Celestine's partner. You did the crime together.

I'm begging you to search your memory one last time.

Is there any assertion at all from your testimony that convicted Celestine

which you would want to change now?

You saying I perjured myself before?

Or are you asking me to perjure myself now?

Neither.

It's got to be one of them two.

See, I'm studyin' my law books now, you know, ma'am.

becoming a jailhouse lawyer, all like that,

get the library hours.

And you wouldn't want to jeopardize your privileges...

even to save Celestine's life.

There you go again, wantin' me to perjure myself.

You might have forgotten something, you might have remembered something now.

That's the way it was! We did that nun!

I did her and he did her!

-That's where it's at, ma'am. -(stomps)

(laughs)

(sniffs)

Now The Man say somebody gotta be pushin' up daisies for it.

And it's not going to be you.

It's your system, lady. I can live with it.

(knocking)

Did you think of anyone else for me to call?

Jackie Marsh.

Address?

My cousin might know where he's livin' at.

What message?

Say "goodbye."

Celestine, maybe another lawyer could have done better for you.

I got no complaints.

Maybe you could have gotten the plea bargain instead of Gerald. I...

If it's true, I apologize.

I put myself here.

Wait, wait a second!

There's still some time, Celestine, but your lawyer has to go outside.

-CELESTINE: I want her to stay. -MAN: We have to get you ready.

CELESTINE: But I want my attorney present.

She's gonna be present, but she has to be in another room.

-What's he doin'? -He's gonna be with us.

Celestine, pay attention to me.

Pay attention to me, Celestine.

We're gonna walk in there, then we'll still have several minutes.

Why don't you go ahead?

(clicks)

(clicks)

(breathing unevenly)

(metal squeaking)

(clank)

(whirring)

(groans)

Ernie, another tonic.

Drinking to forget.

I used up my alcohol quota between when I was 15 and 34.

Yeah, I think I used my quota plus for my next incarnation.

Hey, you don't believe in any of that, do you,

like reincarnation or anything?

Not really.

No? Like, not, like, astrology or anything?

I read my horoscope in the paper.

Can't hurt, right?

Could I, uh, buy you a drink?

I still get a vicarious thrill.

-Thanks. -Again for the lady.

REPORTER (on TV): ...the late murderer Celestine Grey

died in the electric chair at 10:04 p.m.

God, they did it. They killed him.

Who?

The man who killed that nun, they electrocuted him.

-Oh, yeah. -...in September of 1983.

So, uh, what do you think about that?

I don't think it solves anything.

Amen to that.

You against capital punishment?

Absolutely. Hey, what does it solve?

Ernie, give me that paper.

Let me show you something.

Mm-hmm.

That's me.

I caught a little flack for it at work,

but I figure, you stand up and be counted.

(chuckles)

My name's Cathleen McConnell.

Pleased to meet you, Cathleen McConnell.

Pleased to meet you, Henry Goldblume.

We offer this prayer for Celestine Grey.

In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Lord Jesus Christ,

you took our weaknesses upon yourself

and bore our sufferings in your passion and death.

Hear this prayer for our suffering brother,

Celestine Grey.

Here where he took life, we ask you to forgive him

and to strengthen his hope for salvation,

as we ask you to strengthen and forgive those

who have taken life from him.

You who are the redeemer of all men

and who live and reign forever.

-Amen. -ALL: Amen.

PRIEST: In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.

ALL: Amen.

(closing theme playing)