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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

-(electricity crackling)
-(gasping)

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

(cheering, applauding)

...Rachel, and the kid's
asleep in the next room.

What happened?

(inhales) Four o'clock this morning,
she was attacked. Raped.

-How do you feel?
-Tired.

-Happy we talked.
-So am I.

I'm almost embarrassed, yet I'm happier
than I've been in four months.

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

Let someone else be a hero.

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

Is that the knife you used, James?

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

-My name's Cathleen McConnell.
-Pleased to meet you, Cathleen McConnell.

Pleased to meet you, Henry Goldblume.

I know capital punishment's wrong,

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

-(chattering)
-Okay, all right, hold it down. Item four.

Welcome to first tour officers,

Randall Buttman and Lawrence Swan.

(chuckles)

These guys are, uh, Hill Street's pick
of this year's police academy litter.

Step forward.

-I'm Buttman.
-I'm Renko.

I'm Hill.

Rookies will ride... Buttman with Bates.

Swan with Coffey.

I'm gonna take Swan
and Coffey will take Buttman.

Okay.

Item five.

Last night another prostitute
was found murdered, 137 and Euclid.

It's our first,
but the Heights has already had two,

and Polk Avenue another,
all with the same MO.

Some john bludgeoned them to death.

Let's see if we can work up some
leads among the sidewalk Sadies.

-They got a right to breathe, too.
-(man coughs)

Item six, Operation Airwave.

Cable TV companies have been
putting the arm on Division

to enforce the new vector
electronic services law.

Estimates are we've got four times

as many people stealing the cable
as paying for it.

That include cops, Sarge?

We got something here, Detective?

Saying a few guys in this room
don't pay for it, either.

Why don't you mind your own
business there, boy?

STAN: Well, I do.

Uh, anybody wanna turn themselves in?

(mumbling)

Garibaldi here will be
taking the collars on this,

since it's him and Mayo
draw this plum assignment.

They'll be going after the installers,
commencing stakeout at 1600 Archibald,

the Norman Arms, where we've been tipped
that an individual's

wiring the entire apartment complex.

-Item seven.
-(pen scratches)

Also Garibaldi and Mayo.

You two draw a double shift.

Berman and Frisch from the night tour
are both out with the flu.

Item eight.

Forty-eight percent
robbery jump in fast food joints

along the Dekker Business Sector.

Detective Mike Belker undercover today

at Uncle Fryer's Chicken Kitchen
number 12.

(man imitates clucking)

Dekker and Devane,
Sherman and Gray are backup.

(officers clucking)

Let's go lay an egg out there, Detective.

(laughter)

(growls)

(chuckles) Don't get that wrong.

Where I'll sometimes rib with you.

Uh, sometimes seem to, you know,
get on off at your expense.

All right. Let's roll.

Let's get out there. Let's do it to them
before they do it to us.

Don't let's lay no eggs, now. (chuckles)

-So what do you like, "Larry"?
-That's fine.

Nobody likes a Lawrence.

Hey, just asking the guy his preference.

And you must be "Randy"?

-Randy or...
-Yeah.

HENRY: Would you believe it?

The guy threatens to kill
my kids, rapes my ex-wife

and then he gets a bail
he can make out of pocket change.

That's because he was charged
only on old warrants.

-How do you know?
-ADA phoned from night court.

He decided to drop the new charges

in order to avoid a counter-charge
of police brutality,

which he wasn't sure he could beat.

It seems that Fitzsimmons had to be

treated at Mercy Hospital
before he could be arraigned.

A resident concluded he had been beaten
because he was passing blood.

The guy resisted.

(sighs) Look, Frank, I'm sorry.
I was wrong. I lost it.

When you asked for the day yesterday,

I presumed it was to spend time
with Rachel.

I didn't think you'd be out
on a vigilante mission.

I said I was sorry. I told you yesterday
I was having a small problem.

It's not a small problem!
And I won't have it.

-(telephone ringing)
-(chattering)

Henry!

-Henry, I really gotta thank you, buddy.
-How's that, J.D.?

Because you're a stand-up guy.
A man of conviction.

-What are you talking about?
-I'm talking about

I'm batting around .025
picking this broad up

the other night at Mulligan's
till I find out

she's a heavyweight
anti-capital punishment nut.

The kid tells her he's you.

I show her our name in that newspaper ad
and an hour later, we're in her ballpark

and LaRue is doing his
famous home run trot.

I'm really happy for you.

Damn. Henry?

Cathleen!

Hey, my wallet!
You know, I just realized I lost this.

-You're really sweet to bring it up.
-Not at all, "Henry."

Oh, hey, I bet you, uh, noticed
some of my fake ID, huh?

-You mean for John LaRue?
-Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, like late payment warnings,
disconnect notices...

Yeah, well, you know,
this was for this undercover--

No sale, creep!

STAN: Whoa, okay ma'am.
That's it, that's quits.

Get your hands off me.

Right. You got it.

Never touched her.

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

MAN: Hey, hey, taxi!

MANAGER: You know what this
company's motto oughta be?

MICK: What?

The left hand don't know
what the right hand's doing.

They send three weeks' worth
of promotional material

on pumping up breakfast trade.

They promise an Uncle Fryer egg man

out in front of all
the Uncle Fryers out there.

I don't have an egg outfit, sir.

This is the only outfit they gave me.

Look, I don't want a chicken out in front
of my store before 10:30 a.m.

People don't buy chicken
that early in the morning.

I have an idea, sir.

How about if I yell,

"The best eggs come
from the best chickens"?

No, really. I mean, I think
we can make this outfit work.

Yeah, well that might be a way to go.

All right, good. Good.
Where would you like me to stand?

I want you to walk
back and forth in front of the store.

-Who the hell is this guy?
-A jerk.

He works this corner over here.
Just ignore him.

He's early. All right, buddy,
go ahead, beat it. Go on.

Okay, you get ten minutes off every hour,
40 percent discount off on all food.

I hope you're not hungry.

Don't give me any trouble,
do you understand that?

(growls)

-(phones ringing)
-(chattering)

Good morning.

Madam, this is a police report

that you have treated
with such incendiary carelessness.

-I burned it.
-Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant,
but it's mainly on the border.

Well, this sort of clerical incompetence
is insupportable,

and I might add it is not the first time
that I have observed it in you.

Well, you smoke a pipe.

Uh, rigorously reasoned
and it's only 9:28.

What does that mean?

That means that smoking
is not the issue, Clerk Kimmel.

But rather your porcine slovenliness.

Porcine?

Pork.

No way.

-No way do I take that!
-(folder slams)

Judas Priest, I consider
myself the offended party,

and Ms. Kimmel, I intend to seek redress

regarding the repeated
charring of my 914-salmons.

-Forget it!
-(door slams)

(door lock clicks)

(chuckles) That's par for your course.

You're in the wrong lavatory!

-(scrapes)
-(rattles door)

I say you're in the wrong lavatory.

(rattling)

The woman's barricading herself.

Think we should take her out of the game?

Seems premature.

Lieutenant? Homicide. 1437 Marshall.

-(loud scraping)
-(thuds)

Cathleen, whatever your name was,
take poison and die.

-Man, I've learned--
-(police siren wailing)

-(car door closes)
-(police siren continues)

Hill Street detectives, ma'am,
thanks a lot.

I got the incident report
right here for you fellas.

Yeah, we'll take over from there, thanks.

Look at that. Isn't that a shame?

They broke in in broad daylight.
They took my radio and my tape deck.

That's why I tell you to park
in the underground, Ms. Reynolds.

I do volunteer work here at the hospital.

Yeah? Good for you.

Uh, really. Thanks for your help, sport.
We'll carry the ball from here.

I'd be happy to stay here with you, ma'am.

Yeah, but then you'd miss
your appointment. At the hearing clinic.

Hey, uh, that happened
on a city street, my man.

Let the public servants do our job, okay?

You can go over the report with me.

-How you doing?
-All right, I guess.

I just feel so invaded.

Have you got a little time?

-What do you mean?
-Well, like, 30 or 45 minutes.

If we work up a thorough theft report
and get the information out fast,

our chances of catching
whoever did this go way up.

(scoffs) Well, I'd be happy to cooperate,

but I only caught
the barest glimpse of them.

Well, sometimes that's enough.

Why don't you come to the station house?

-All right.
-Want me to drive?

No, that isn't necessary.

J.D.: Necessary
isn't where it's at, ma'am.

I mean, would it help you?

Are you still feeling a little shaky?

-Please.
-Uh, Detective Washington,

why don't you follow us in her car.

Sure.

RENKO: Landlady called in a domestic.

Folks, let me and the lieutenant by here--

Anyway, we got here

and she said the fighting stopped
about a hour and a half ago.

Meantime, this little girl
is the victim's common-law.

-What's the matter?
-I was here yesterday.

-Related incident. Did you call SID?
-Yeah, they're on the way.

I saw you before.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Looking for Jimmy.

Guy we want's James Thomas Fitzsimmons,
no aliases.

I'm going back to the station house.
Get it to work.

-Did you run this for SID?
-Yeah.

Well, I thought you arrested him.

All kinds of warrants
and charges and everything.

I did.

Well, then what happened for God's sake?

(Randy whistling)

Hey, Randy, could you put your foot down?

-Sure, sorry.
-No problem.

I gotta tell you, Joe, this is a little
bit like Disneyland for me.

-How's that?
-Riding with you.

(chuckles) Oh, yeah?

You got a great reputation, man.

Hey, man, I'm just--
I'm just a street cop.

Come on, everyone says you're the ace
skirt man at the department.

Hey, you're doing that
with your foot again.

Sorry.

Hey, listen, Joe, you know we're having
kind of a rookie thing

in the back room of Kubiak tonight.

Rookies from the Hill, Polk Avenue,
the Heights...

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah, uh, if you happen to be out front,

you might be in a position
for a little prime gonzola.

If you don't mind working with a pro.

I'll pass.

Okay. (clicks tongue)
Just thought I'd let you know.

Hey, look, do me a favor.

Don't do that where you make
your finger like it's a gun, all right?

-I don't like that.
-Okay.

WOMAN (over radio): Unit 2203, respond.

Yeah, 2203.

2203, back-up and street disturbance,
Marion and Decker, do you copy?

-(car engine revving)
-2203 responding.

-Want some bubblegum?
-(police siren wailing)

-Dude, you crazy!
-Get back.

Dude's crazy! Dude, you're crazy!

-(people shouting)
-You're gonna cut me off no more, are you?

You're going to jail, man!
You're going right to jail!

-(glasses breaks)
-(police siren wailing)

Get him outta here!
He's gonna kill somebody with that!

What you guys gonna do?
Stand there and let him demolish that car?

-(banging)
-(chattering)

LUCY: Hey, Rufus!

(banging car continue)

MAN: Dude's crazy, man!
Get him outta here!

(overlapping shouts)

-COFFEY: What's the shot, man?
-Man, you'd better cool it, blood!

What's the shot?

Man come out with that tire iron
like a crazy man!

-MAN: Hey, get that man away!
-(overlapping shouts)

Hey, is he the driver?

What y'all gonna do,
stand there with your thumbs up, or what?

Sir, I told you... to be quiet.

Trying to talk this clown down,
but the kid is scared.

-RANDY: You back off, turkey!
-Hey!

Hey, Randy, easy, man!
If he's dusted, you'll flip him!

Just take it easy.

No, you take it easy.
That man gave me an obscene finger.

Hey, what's your name?

-Ruf--
-LUCY: Rufus, Rufus.

Hey, look, Rufus, we don't
want any more damage, all right?

I'm not looking for damage.

But don't try to come over me, man.

-Don't come wrong.
-Hey, I'm with you.

All right, just take it real easy.

What do you say
you just put that tire iron down, huh?

Man came in my lane.

But I'm gonna put it down, okay?

-All right, spread 'em.
-Ow!

(all yelling)

(screams)

(grunts)

(yelling, screaming)

-(thuds)
-(grunts)

Cuff him, that's it, just cuff him!

(man shouting)

Get out!

(mocking) Read him his rights?

-JOE: Just calm down, Rufus.
-Shut up!

You have the right to remain silent...

(police siren wailing)

I don't know. I was going out
with this guy for a while.

-Yeah? Did you like him?
-More than a little.

But he stopped calling.

-He's crazy.
-(dog barking)

No, just particular.

-(dog barks)
-Harry...

if you liked a woman,

but there was something maybe you didn't
like so much about her--

I mean, physically,
could you still enjoy her?

Well, what are we talking here, Patsy,

we talking a big mole with hair sticking
out of it or what?

No, Harry, we're not talking about
a big mole with a hair sticking out of it.

Well, what then?

-Well, what about breasts?
-Breasts?

You think I should get my attic insulated?

Patsy, we talking falsies?

No, we're talking implants.

You?

Uh, well, Pats,
you're talking to a leg man.

Seriously.

Maybe I'd feel better about myself.

Really? Seriously?

I mean, from a man's point of view,

would a woman with breast implants
be a plus or minus?

Well, Pats, this is a judgment call.

And nobody with your best interests
at heart

is gonna make that call sight unseen.

Great, Harry.

-Am I your best shot this week?
-I'm just trying to be objective.

Because if I am, you're outta luck.

These are not in your future.

-Fine, pass up expert advice.
-I will, thank you.

-Fine.
-Hey.

(Harry clears throat)

-HARRY: Uh, excuse me sir?
-What?

-I'm busy.
-Please halt!

Look, I hate getting out of breath, chump.

-Hey, I didn't do nothing wrong.
-Yeah right.

-Theft of service, cable fraud.
-Hey, write me a ticket.

-Uh-uh, buddy, we're taking you in.
-Oh, man.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up
the right to remain silent...

I understand Fitzsimmons's
common-law was murdered.

We got blood samples, fibers, clothes.
I'm asking for priority SID.

You can't have the case, Henry, I'm sorry.

Frank, I know the arguments,
believe me. I'm aware.

Just don't want that animal
out there anymore.

Oh, and we do?

He rapes your wife murders his girlfriend

and we want to see him
get through medical school?

Give your notes to Neal.

Thinking if I hadn't hit him
he'd still be in?

Frankly, yes.

-Any developments on Fitzsimmons?
-Yeah, I got a snitch who knows the dude.

Waiting for his call.

-Keep me current?
-Deal.

Detective, uh, I have to go.
I'm sorry, I've got some appointments,

but I'll be happy to cooperate
any way I can.

Thank you very much.

Uh, yeah, look, uh...

Hey, maybe, uh, you drop back by later,
you know, eyeball some more mugshots.

Uh, well...

You couldn't bring them to my place,
could you?

Yeah.

Yeah, that can be arranged.

-Three?
-Three.

Good.

-LUCY: What do you got?
-(stuttering)

-Disorderly conduct--
-I just told the man, don't come rollin',

next thing I know
they're throwing me on the ground.

-LUCY: Rufus, pipe down!
-Easy, man.

How'd you like to play her down?

What'd you say, Buttman?

-Nothing, sorry.
-Come on, let's go.

Hey, what you looking at him
for when I'm talking to you?

What is this, premenstrual or something?

Please. Who are you, Clubber, Slugger,
whatever you think you are?

Come on, right now, badges off.
Outside, you and me. Come on!

-Come on, can you take that?
-COFFEY: Buttman, walk away.

-Sergeant Bates. Sergeant Bates.
-What?

-Let's have a little consultation.
-I am talkin' to this jerk right now!

So talk to me now, jerk number two.

Captain, we got an installer
wants to roll on his client list.

You know, the people
that are getting hooked up?

Call the DA's office.

Anything they want to do?

Got some real heavy dudes, man.

You bust these people,
you get on the news.

(grunts)

-I don't want to have to be handled, okay?
-STAN: I couldn't agree with you more.

Just burns me
that he had to make that reference.

Plus the lack of respect.

I mean, I say to the kid
to do something, right?

I'm the sergeant and he looks
to Coffey to see if he has to.

So you know what'd I tell you
about that, Sergeant Bates?

-Sergeant to sergeant?
-What?

The world is full of a number of swines.

-And what does that mean?
-Think about it.

On this matter of respect, Sergeant, uh,

you wouldn't have been having a little
hard time with me, personally,

-since I come up here, would you?
-Why is that?

Just seems certain occasions
I'll say "X," you'll say "Y."

And what are you referring to?

For instance, this a.m. turnout.

I say that Bates rides with Buttman,
Swan with Coffey.

You say no. Bates gets Swan.

So okay, no arguments from Stach.

But if you've got a bigger
problem, Sergeant...

Yeah, well, I don't like
your attitude towards women.

Referencing the fact that in self-defense,
I gave Lieutenant Vera Horvath a shot.

That's what I like.
That's what I like, Sergeant.

Two seconds ago, you were
about to duke it out with a guy.

What about the guy?

If you'd gone, what's he supposed to do,
keep his hands tied up like this?

-Of course not!
-There! Good! You said it!

-WOMAN: Hey, Sarge?
-What?

Guys are using the ladies room, Sarge.

That's it.

That's it. Rhonda Kimmel, that's it.

-See? We're both sergeants.
-Mm-hmm.

We gotta be fair with each other.

(chattering)

This is Henry to Rachel's
answering machine.

Uh, Rach, the guy who raped you
made bail last night.

His girlfriend's dead this morning.

Nice going. I guess that's
some kind of civics lesson.

(telephone thuds)

Okay Ms. Kimmel,
this is what you're forcing me to do here.

-RHONDA: What?
-What?

What do you think?

-Man's got functions, Ms. Kimmel.
-(zipper opens)

Believe me, Ms. Kimmel,
this embarrasses me

as much as it embarrasses you.

Uh, Stan...

Go ahead. Urinate.

-Ah!
-(zips fly)

This woman's got a lot of stones, Captain.

Pardon the metaphor.

(sighs) Rhonda,

-just listen to me--
-Tell the woman anything, right?

Tell her she's beautiful.
Tell her she's 25 years old.

-Rhonda--
-I don't have a slim waist.

You think I don't know that?

Frank?

What?

I just thought maybe I could help.

-Absolutely not.
-(sighs)

You're not a cop.
This isn't any of your business.

Okay, okay.

You know there are no urinals
in this men's room?

-RHONDA: Who's that, the victim lady?
-Yes, it is.

-Well, I'm a victim!
-(slapping stall)

Well, don't look at me
like I'm a co-conspirator or something.

I just happened to spend ten minutes
talking to her this morning.

Can any of the rest of you say that?

RHONDA: I want to talk to the victim lady.

Alone.

Come on, is that possible?

I mean, you all have
better things to do, don't you?

Okay, but make sure she understands,

if she comes out now,
we can still forgive and forget.

Rhonda?

MICK: Free soft drink with this coupon.
All aboard.

I have a coupon for a free drink.

I told you...

to get away from here!

All of you!

Great! Great. Some lure I got here.

-The guy was in my way.
-Let me ask you something.

-Whose relative are you?
-What?

You gotta be somebody's relative.

Since you've been here,

I've had the worst hour
of customer traffic in my history.

-You kneecapped two kids--
-They we're pulling my feathers.

You growl at workmen coming in for coffee

and when I call downtown
to speak to Uncle Fryer personally,

begging him let me fire this nut
before I go broke,

-he says no.
-Listen to me, mister--

No, you listen to me, mister.

from now no more talk,
no growling, just this...

(mimics chicken clucking)

-(alarm bell clanging)
-Stop him! Robber!

-Hey, somebody call the cops!
-MICK: I am a cop!

(people yelling)

(growls)

You have a choice, armpit!

I can either bust you or I can kill you!

(growls)

NEAL: Yeah. Right, soon as I can.

-Thanks.
-(cradles phone)

-(knocks on glass)
-HENRY: What you got?

NEAL: Wait for the Captain.

Got a tip on Fitzsimmons, Captain.

He's checked into a boarding house
on 117th Street.

-Arrest warrant?
-Just calling for it.

-Briscoe, line four.
-Washington. Mm-hm.

FRANK: Furillo.

-I don't like it either, Chief.
-(loud crash)

His options were limited.

FRANK: No. All right, there was
no way to hold Fitzsimmons.

Sit!

(chair rumbles)

Name.

Name, hairball, or I'll rip
your lungs out through your nose.

(mouths)

Oh, are you, uh, deaf?

(falsetto voice) He's not deaf.
He wants his lawyer. Ha-ha!

(growls)

(typewriter clacking)

Ready?

Yeah, one second. Just let me...

(typewriter clacking)

Done. Got a minute?

Sure, what's up?

Well, um...

I... I just thought I'd ask,

but you seemed a little
nervous out there this morning.

(stammers) What do you mean?

You know, with the cuffs, and, uh...

You feel better now?

Larry, maybe I'm way out of line,
but you gotta tell me.

I mean, uh, can I ask you
about your stammer?

(stammers) It's a lot better
than it used to be.

You're seeing a therapist?

I used to, but it only
comes out now under stress.

And this is stress.

It's only because you brought it up.

Why, you think I'm not right to be a cop?

The Academy passed me.
They th-thought it was okay.

Yeah, well, we're gonna be late for court,

and it's probably none
of my business, anyway.

Hey, (stammers) I'm glad
I pulled the Hill.

Gives me a chance to work this thing out.

(telephone ringing)

Captain, DA said make the deal
with the cable install

-and investigate the names he gives us.
-Are you on it?

Yeah, Mr. Cornell gave us
a three-page list.

There's one particular name here.

You're kidding.

Cornell's a B&E guy.
He knows a lot of lawyers.

Harry?

I have a theft of services
suspect I'd like you to bring in.

STAN: Bingo, well, there's a bingo.

-Feeling better now, are we?
-Yeah, she's okay.

Frank. All she wants is just
once in a while, you know,

somebody of rank to say
good morning to her,

or to ask her about her work
without criticizing her.

You know, that's all she wants.

All ready for Fitzsimmons, Captain.

Um, I accept your apology, Lieutenant.

Rhonda.

You know, they're very busy men.

MICK: You can't run an undercover
with guys clowning around like that.

Are the defendant's assertions true?

Your Honor,
he was obstructing all morning.

By which, you mean, he was
expressing himself artistically.

No, I mean he was a hump.

-No, no, no, you're the hump, detective.
-What?

-No, what the hell does that mean?
-You arrest a man

because you tripped over him
or because you didn't like his face.

You vent your rage at him
because you had to wear a chicken suit.

And you clog the courts with this garbage!

Now, I'd say that makes you
hump of the day, Detective.

(growling)

You're on the verge of contempt.

-No, you're a joke!
-(gavel thuds)

I cite you, Detective.
Give him ten minutes to put a muzzle on.

-(door opens, closes)
-A street artiste.

Well, I think that's sweet.

Norbert, Smith.

Oh. Busted again, huh, man?

MAN: What you got, blood?

Little reefer. You're walking right home.

Well, look, I want you to do me a favor.

Remember thing I was talking to you about?

-What thing?
-That thing with Curtis.

-The dude you offed?
-Yeah, the dude I offed.

Curtis!

Hey, I want you to shut up
about that, Lane.

Just listen, I'm telling you.
The piece is under my bed.

-What you want from me?
-I want you to lose it.

PD say I got 20 days, so lose it.

Understand, brother man?

Okay, you got it.

-(door opens)
-MAN: Rufus Gordon.

-MAN 1: I was here before he was.
-MAN 2: Hey, man, what about us?

Guard.

Guard!

Tell the judge I gotta get out of here.

Now.

More garbage. Does this department
ever nab a serious felon?

Your Honor. Excuse me, could I step up?

As long as you don't lift a leg.

(chuckling)

Your Honor, this dirtbag here, Gordon...

just confessed to a murder
back in the holding pen.

Recess and I'll swear the complaint.

-This guy right here?
-Yeah.

That's not bad.

Recess, 15 minutes.

(gavel bangs)

JUDGE: Belker.

Sorry about our tiff before.

But let's ask ourselves, Detective.

Could it have been some weird
prescience on my part

that turned us up a biggie?

-Excuse me, Ms. Davenport?
-Yes, Detective?

Yeah, don't kill the messenger, okay?

But I have a warrant here for you
for a theft of services.

What is this?

Look, as soon as the arraignment's done,

would you come back
with me to Hill Street?

-Is this some kind of joke?
-No, ma'am, it's Captain Furillo's orders.

He said as soon as your cases were done,
I should bring you back.

Hold it. Hold it, man!

(police siren wailing)

(all yelling)

(screams)

(screaming continues)

Hey, stupid, huh?

You didn't get rid of it,
did you, Fitzsimmons?

(groans) Come on, man, what are you doing?

You're under arrest, man,
for the murder of Marsha Stanley!

-Now, read him his rights.
-Leave me alone!

Shut up!

You have the right to remain silent...

-If you give up that right...
-(groaning loudly)

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

That was self-defense.
Of all the crap I expect...

-Just leave me alone!
-Okay, move him out.

(phones ringing)

-Hi.
-Hey.

You get the Grateful Bladder Award.

Excuse me. Thanks, Leo.

-Getting Rhonda Kimmel out of the john.
-Well, I am the victims' aide, Henry.

-Rachel.
-Hi.

-Mrs. Goldblume.
-Mrs. Ferrar.

What's in a name, right?

-Excuse us a minute, Fay?
-Sure.

You have a hell of a nerve leaving
that message on my machine!

-A woman is dead.
-(Renko yells)

Let's not talk about anybody's nerve.

What if your son had come home from school
and clicked on that machine before I did?

Rachel. Rachel, look at me.

Rachel. Rachel!

He looked right at me.
He didn't even know who I was.

-Okay, okay, okay. Leo?
-Bastard.

-Could I get an interrogation room?
-Sorry, Lieutenant.

(panting)

You okay?

Listen...

I know it's too late,

but if signing a complaint
will keep him off the streets--

It's not necessary.

(inhales)
We should have him cold on murder.

I feel responsible.

-I never felt more rotten in my life.
-What good's that gonna do you?

I let him kill someone.

You said that was gonna happen
and that's what happened.

Listen...

The guy walked this morning
mostly 'cause of how I arrested him.

You were attacked.

What you did afterward was trying
to protect yourself. And our kids.

Please forgive yourself.

(exhales) And forgive me.
I'm making it harder for you.

Come on. Let's go home.

There's nothing for you to do here.

-Go on. I'll try to see the kids later.
-Okay, we're counting on it.

Six o'clock.

I'm gonna try.

(doorbell rings)

(door opens)

Thanks.

-Hi.
-Oh, hi.

Hi, I, uh...

-I, uh, brought the, uh, the photos.
-Please.

Thank you.

-Oh, this is really great of you.
-What?

-Oh, you mean to come over.
-To give this so much attention.

Let's face it, I do have insurance.

Hey, insurance doesn't
cover the time you're out.

No, you're right.

Insurance doesn't cover
the sense of violation, either.

That's true. Thank you.

-Hmm.
-You, uh, see anybody?

Oh, gosh, he was pretty far away.

I don't think I could recognize
anything off of a photo.

Sorry.

Hey... just keep trying.

-Could we keep trying over dinner?
-Dinner. Din--

Yeah, sure dinner.

(telephone ringing)

-You want to see me captain?
-Yeah, come on in.

Close the door, would you?

-Word gets out fast, Officer Buttman.
-About what, sir?

About how many feathers you managed
to ruffle your first day on the job.

I was just trying to fit in, Captain.

You know, someday you might need
one of those uniforms to save your life.

Might be wise to stay on their good side.

I guess until people get to know me,

they don't always
appreciate my sense of humor.

Uh-huh.

When I was a rookie,

we always figured the best way to fit in

was to keep our mouths shut
and do our jobs.

Well, maybe I ought
to be fitted for a muzzle or something.

Might be a good idea, starting right now.

Unless you have something
clever to say to that, too.

-Can't think of a thing, Captain.
-That's a B. Best answer's, "No, sir."

Yes, sir.

Captain, the aforementioned
suspect's in interrogation

-anytime you're ready.
-Thanks, Harry.

-HENRY: Thirty seconds for me, Frank?
-(sighs) Yeah, 30 seconds.

I want you to know I know
there was more to your conversation

-with the assistant DA this morning.
-What do you mean?

I mean I know he must've recommended
an IAD inquiry

into my arrest of Fitzsimmons.

You must've asked him to pass.

Well, if that's true, Henry,
I must've thought you deserved it.

I mean, the books in your account
didn't just open this morning.

-I want you to know, first I'm grateful--
-No need for gratitude.

And also, I'm gonna
take a little time off.

I got some coming,
I think ought to take it.

If I could have next week,
maybe I can be of some help to Rachel.

Don't. Frank,
really I just wanted to tell you.

(sighs)

I've been cruel these last couple days.

Uh, not these last couple days.

(sighs)

I'm gonna take this time try to figure out
what the hell happened.

Next week's fine.

-Keep me posted.
-Keep you posted.

(door opens)

(clears throat) Uh, Detective,
has Ms. Davenport been Mirandized?

-Yes, sir.
-Thank you.

Oh, I think I'll leave you alone
with the suspect now, sir.

-(door shuts)
-(clears throat)

I can't believe that little creep.

You know, he approached me?

He was somebody's client,
he offered to hook the damn thing up.

Well, counselor,
we're talking Class B misdemeanor here.

Frank, a joke's a joke.

Instructions from the DA's office
are go for a conviction wherever possible.

Garib-- You know Garibaldi
didn't read me my rights.

Have any witnesses?

Maybe you and I could
cut some sort of deal.

I'm a realist. (clears throat)

I know our judiciary's
strained to the limit.

Is that a yes?

What have you got?

It's... mostly in the personal area.

Be specific.

Resumption of conjugal relations.

-Where?
-At home, in bed.

I want a new address.

And what's wrong with the old address?

It was yours. I want one that that's ours.

You're a tough cop, Furillo.

And it's understood...

that if the charges are dropped,
you'll terminate illegal cable hookup

and make restitution.

Okay.

Also, that this arrangement
was not coerced in any way.

Yes to all of it.

(chuckles)

These past four months, I've missed you.

I had to find that out.

Come home, pizza man.

This is, uh, not the kind of place
a guy like me usually gets to.

And you're not the kind of woman a guy
like me usually attracts.

What kind of guy is that?

You know. Cop.

Well, this woman's attracted.

I gotta tell you something, Caroline.

Being a cop, it makes you kind of cynical.

You see so much that's ugly in people.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

I've had my share of problems
relating to women in the past.

But I get a rush off of you
I haven't felt for a long time.

-John?
-Yeah.

Do you want to take me home now?

(exhales) Do I.

Uh, here. Here, use this.

-Hey. Hey.
-No, hey.

I invited you.

(chuckles)

Soldier wants to re-enlist there, Alfonso.

(laughter)

WOMAN: Let me down!
God, what are you, Tarzan?

You folks meet my fiancée, Lois?

Get outta here, Buttman.

Sorry, we were just looking for the, uh,
(sniffs) lavatory facilities.

It's around the side, right over there.

Side, over there.

Ever tried it around the side, Lois?

-Stop being such a jerk.
-(laughing)

Excuse the interruption.

-Subhuman.
-Take it easy, Luce.

-You take it easy. I'll see you later.
-See you later, Luce.

You know, this kid is really a bad egg.
He's a wrong number.

No proof, fellas.

They went in the back room.
They're supposed to stay in the back room.

That's a private gathering.
It's none of my concern.

Sorry.

This here, I jeopardize my license
and everything else.

Hey, we'll take care of it, Al.

No one's more grateful than me.
You people have my racket.

Yeah?

Hey, brother. What's happening?

Things have gotten a little out
of hand back here, Randy.

Oh, yeah, man, I gave the bartender some
lip when he brought the last round.

Listen, tighten him up for me,
would you, fellas?

-Tell him I'm sorry.
-Put the money away, Buttman.

It's over, man.

Hey, guys. The rookies
rented this room for the evening.

-This is a private party--
-Not anymore.

(chuckles) The hell with the bartender.

You guys aren't interested in seconds?
To hell with you, too.

Hey, you just don't get it,
do you, sucker!

Hey, take it easy!

Now, you shut it down, you hear me?

-Okay!
-BOBBY: You got five minutes, boy.

-Okay.
-And you leave by the back way.

We don't want to see any of it,
you got it?

I got it.

-(loud music playing)
-(laughter)

LARRY (stuttering): Let me go.

(mocking) Are you sure, Larry?

We still got five minutes.

(police siren wailing)

(radio chatter)

Hey, Pats.

Look, uh, I found this
in the dumpster down the alley.

There's no cash, there's no credit--

-Wait, don't smudge it.
-I won't.

Warren C. Reynolds.

(phone ringing)

Uh, hello?

Yes, this is she.

Oh, my God.

Yes. Of course, I'll be over right away.

-Thank you.
-Hey. Hey.

What's the matter?

I, uh, just got some horrible news.

My husband's been murdered.

(door opens, closes)

In the horrible news category,

I didn't know you had a husband.

(sighs)

-I'm nervous.
-Why?

I don't know.

It's been a long time.

It's like riding a bike.

Just climb on and start pedaling.

(laughs)

Thanks for waiting, pizza man.

Thanks for being so patient.

Patience just ran out.

I call that perfect timing.

(closing theme playing)