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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Welcome Randall Buttman and Lawrence Swann.

I'm Buttman. (clicks tongue)

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

Do you want to take me home now?

Word gets out fast

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

Hey, I don't have an egg outfit, sir.

My husband's been murdered.

(stuttering) L-Let m-me go.

(mocking) Are you s-s-sure, Larry?

STAN: Item six, prostitute killing.

Hooker in Midtown was killed last night.

It's the fifth in five weeks.

The MO is consistent.

Woman's in her apartment, bludgeoned and strangled.

Points to some john doing it,

uh, but so far, this is all we've got from the one survivor:

Male, Cauc, 18-to-25, short hair.

It's not much to go on. Midtown's running the show, but...

let's keep our eyes peeled in the hooker corridors, okay?

Item seven:

Falling plaster in your bathroom, ladies.

Spread the word. There is no peephole involved.

-Anything like that. No, no. -(overlapping chatter)

No, it's just dry rot. That's all.

Next item. Day two, Operation Drumstick.

Uh... Mick Belker undercover against fast food robberies.

Today's post, Uncle Fryer number three, 116th and Utica.

Used to be a candy store, if I remember.

Now, Mick, I know you're not gonna toot your own horn,

but how many cops tossed into jail by some wacko judge

would have the presence of mind to overhear a chance remark

and turn it into a capture of a murder one suspect?

-Huh? -(applause)

That's a good job, detective.

Reminding all personnel, there's a lecture here--

Um, end of tour tomorrow, guy from Legal Division

is, uh, gonna tell us about how the Supreme Court's

taking the handcuffs off on search and seizure.

Let's see how we can make this work...

work for us.

I just got this.

Patrolman Lawrence Swann, rookie...

rode with Sergeant Bates yesterday.

He hung himself this a.m.

In regards to this,

Sergeant Bates, Officers Hill and Buttman,

Detective Washington report to Captain Furillo

in his office at 0730 hours.

Well, what do you say?

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

(indistinct chatter)

"I have been violated, shamed and humiliated

by people I thought were my friends.

How in hell am I supposed to live with that?

How can I face people every day

who were making jokes about me behind my back?

I'm better off dead.

I'm just finishing what the rest of you started."

And then in a separate note to the aunt who raised him:

"You're better off without me. All I would have brought you is disgrace.

I love you. I'm sorry. I can't explain."

What the hell went on in that back room last night, Buttman?

What's Swann referring to?

Honest to God, it was just a party, Captain.

I don't know what he's talking about there.

Neal, the manager says he had to ask you and Bobby

-to cool it down. -And we did, Captain.

-Did you see Swann at all? -No.

Illegal activities of any kind?

Can't prove it. Didn't see money exchange hands,

but in my opinion, Officer Buttman was with a prostitute.

The girl she's referring to is Lois,

and she told me she worked for the telephone company.

-In what capacity? -Sir, I don't know.

If she was a prostitute, she didn't ask me for any money.

At any time during the evening did you see her with Swann?

No, sir, I did not.

There'll be a full investigation.

Lucy, I want an hourly on your tour with Swann yesterday.

Buttman, I want a 7-16 on everything you did and saw at the Kubiak.

Yes, sir.

Neal, did you see this individual last night?

-Yeah, for a second. -Find her.

FAY: Sick! Sick individual.

Now, don't think I don't see you up there, mister!

Okay, that's it! I won't stand for this!

This squad room should be kept on a leash!

Uh, anything-- anything wrong, Mrs. Furillo?

When a woman can't enjoy the simple right

to privacy in the bathroom, I should say there is!

There was somebody looking down at me.

-Where from? -Where else? The ceiling!

I looked up, I heard a sound,

there's an eyeball staring right down at me.

Yeah, I've heard it, too.

But, Mrs. Furillo, who could be up there?

My guess is some pervert crawling around, looking for thrills.

Maintenance isn't due till 2:00. No visitors are logged in.

Uh, you sure it couldn't have been insects or maybe a large rodent?

(loud crash)

With glasses?

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)

HARRY: SID will cover the precincts.

-Every rookie who was at the Kubiak. -Good.

Let's get somebody interviewing over at the Lodge.

And I want Swann's records from the academy.

Employment applications, medical, everything.

Maybe his high school files as well?

Yeah, but first the academy. Let's try to round up Howard.

I want to talk to all of you in a minute.

-Chief? -Pity, huh, Frank?

Just a pity.

Promising young life like this?

-Dreadful. -Now, I'll have to make a statement.

Mind if I get a gander at the swan song?

Swann's suicide note.

"Rookie Hangs Self After Hazing" makes page one, Frank.

It's crucial we not appear to be sitting around on our thumbs.

It may not have been a hazing, Chief.

Hazing usually requires senior officers.

Frank, you don't believe that and neither do I.

Know what I do think? This Larry Swann was a wimp.

Hazing's as old as the hills, mon friend.

Hell, when I came up, we had a party. Nurses from St. Mary's.

I passed out on purple passions with a damsel in a DeSoto.

Woke up handcuffed to a hydrant out in Farmingdale,

naked right down to my jockstrap.

And I didn't commit suicide.

Full-bore, Frank.

I'm absolutely sure I'm gonna score, all right? So then--

How's your homicide coming?

Warren Reynolds? No witness, no weapon.

It's going nowhere fast.

Understand the victim's wife was in here yesterday.

Yeah, it was an unrelated incident. I put her statement on your desk.

-Is she a suspect? -Nothing points to her.

Personally, I think she's hiding something.

Then follow it up.

Uh, Captain?

Look, uh, I was with her last night.

-With whom? -The victim's wife, Caroline Reynolds.

"With" her?

I was there when she got the call about her husband.

I know how it's got to look, Captain.

Woman's car gets busted into, I pull her case,

we wind up between the sheets

and her husband gets whacked that same night.

If it seemed like she was trying to hide something, that was it.

She thought I'd get in trouble with the department.

What you do in your time is your business, J.D.

We don't have a policy to cover something like this.

(scoffs) Neither do I.

You might want to consider not seeing her anymore,

until after the investigation's finished.

And I'd like you to give a statement.

Absolutely. I've got nothing to hide, sir.

Good.

How about I go write this up for you guys?

Yeah, that'd be good, J.D.

What?

I'm gonna run the wife.

Just for the hell of it.

FRANK: Gentlemen?

Uh, I just received word last night

that the precinct has been awarded a federal study grant.

Ah, congratulations, Frank.

-Very good. -What's the agenda?

Well, its stated objective

is compilation of data in order to adjudge

the feasibility of local law enforcement interaction

with constituent civilian patrol organizations

in the behavioral management of high-profile recidivists.

Our federal tax dollars at work.

What does it mean?

It means we're supposed to try to pull together statistics

to see if neighborhood watch groups

can help us keep tabs on hardcore repeat offenders.

-It runs, um, six months. -A real boondoggle.

There are also $6,000 in the budget for a program administrator.

And in the interest of fairness, I'd like to suggest

that the three of you split the responsibilities and the money.

-We agreed? -Sure, why not?

Well, I don't know, Frank, um, do you think it's wise,

a troika for, uh, all that paperwork?

Come on, Howard, two grand just fell in your pocket.

And I'm saying that given the specifications, maybe...

maybe it is properly a one-man job.

(clears throat) Forgive me, Frank, but I also agree

that a program of this nature demands the effort

of a single, dedicated administrator.

And the money has nothing to do with it?

-That's right. -Fine, you do it. I'll keep the 2,000.

-All right, hold on. -I'm sorry, that's how I feel.

Since we can't seem to get together on this,

I'm gonna have to choose one of you.

I'll give you my decision at the end of business.

Frank, uh, can I have a look at the correspondence?

Ah... May I also?

I'll have some copies made.

She's beautiful, she's smart, she's sensitive.

She's an amazing lover.

Not to mention that she just struck it rich. (chuckles)

I got one thing to whisper to you, J.D.

(whispers) Tax-free municipal bond.

Hey, are we jealous here or what?

J.D., I'm gonna remind you once that this beautiful and sensitive woman

that you're so deeply in love with didn't tell you the truth about like--

Like, for openers, the fact that she's married.

Hey, I'm not denying we got a few things to clear up, Neal,

but come on, this can be the most meaningful relationship

I ever had in my life.

Well, I think till the dust settles, you should be single, lover.

Yeah, I'm gonna take her to lunch.

I'm gonna tell her exactly the same thing.

What's going on, Joe? Here you go, honey.

That van is still out there, Bobby.

-Which one? -The one we saw this morning

when we come out that place, Doreen's on Central E?

Blue van?

There was a lot of vans out on the street there, Renko.

(sighs) In the meantime, I have a feeling I'm being followed all morning long.

Darlin', can you put two more of them fried cakes in my order, please?

BOBBY: Some ice water, too.

Did you find Buttman's party girl?

Negative. She's not in the books.

And no rookies came forward?

I just came from Polk Avenue. I was out on patrol.

I'm looking for him now.

Don't hold your breath.

So where's Buttman?

Said he had to run a couple errands.

How long's he been gone?

I don't know, about a half-hour.

-And you gave him the unit? -Said he'd be back in ten minutes.

So what if we have an all-units?

Come on, Luce, don't start pulling rank on me, all right?

Hey, I'll pull rank when I have to, it's my job.

Sorry, Joe, the line was a mile long.

Where the hell have you been, Buttman?

I was at the bank.

-Did you notify the station? -I cleared it with Joe.

Yeah, you ask me, you were out there clearing

your lame story with your buddies.

-Hey! -Go ahead, say something,

like it's my time of month.

JOE: Come on, take it easy, Luce.

Am I missing something here?

Is this get Buttman? Crucify Buttman?

The kid I was partnered with yesterday is dead on account

-of something you're covering up. -Hey, that's out of line!

-You've got no proof-- -I don't need proof

to know something that happened.

The guy I saw at the Kubiak last night

was not gonna go home and kill himself.

Well, I guess you were wrong about that.

You're on report, Buttman.

For leaving patrol without authorization.

Fine. And I'm filing a harassment complaint.

I don't need to put up with this--

-Hey, hey, little boy. Quiet down, there. -Hey, Luce! Luce!

Great, it's in your jacket, babe.

What's the matter with her, she doesn't like men?

Hey, do me a favor, would you? Shut up.

She just started it.

You're a fried egg until 10:00.

You get a half-hour break and then you're a chicken.

-Fine. -These are for our new breakfast specials.

Egg's low profile.

It's easy going. It's sunny, you know what I mean?

-Yeah, I think so. -People are grouchy this early,

so just hand out the coupons and smile.

And you don't want me to say breakfast bonanza at Uncle Fryers?

Oh, say it, sure.

Relax. Let the costume work for you.

-MAN: Hey, Moe, phone call. -I'll be right there.

-You all set? -Oh, yeah.

(giggles) You look good.

Breakfast bonanza at Uncle Fryers.

Free medium-sized coffee.

Breakfast bonanza, right here at Uncle Fryers.

Medium-sized coffee.

-Breakfast bonanza-- -Don't come near me.

Don't you touch me. Get a job!

-Damn doggone nut-- -(growls)

-Hey, yo, Ronnie. Ronnie Garfield. -RONNIE: Yeah?

Neal Washington, Hill Street.

I saw you in the back room of that party last night.

-You opened the door. -Yeah, I remember.

That's what I wanna talk to you about.

Hey, look, I just talked to I.A.D.

I just told them what went down.

I just spent two hours with them.

I'm looking for a girl who was back there, a hooker by the name of Lois.

I didn't see any hookers.

I mean, I feel real bad for Larry and I'm real sorry

and I wish I could do something for him, but I can't.

Listen to me, man. I know all about codes of silence, you understand?

I know all the extra is because you're a rookie.

Because you're Black.

Now, you seem like a good kid.

Now, you want to do something to help Swann?

At least help me find this girl.

I never saw her before a day in my life.

-Did Buttman bring her? -I don't know who brought her. I'm sorry.

Look, I don't know one thing about her.

Most guys gonna do themselves in,

they wait couple years, let things stack up on 'em.

I don't know what you could pack into one day on the job

make you wanna take the necktie transfer.

Must've had a lot going on in his mind.

Whoo! He must've had a non-stop circus of horrors with extra added attractions.

We got ourselves two jellies back there, didn't we?

You're really packin' it away, Renko.

Medicinal purposes, Bobby Hill.

-Ah. -Ever since that baby's come,

my biorhythm's have been in transition.

My little Carol Anne's like a lunatic with this post-mortem depression stuff.

(chuckles) It's "post-partum," I think, isn't it?

All I know is every time I look at her,

she starts turning on the faucets

like somebody just killed her dog.

Man can't stay regular in an environment like that.

Look. Look behind us right now. Is that it?

-I don't know, I see it. -The van that we saw this morning.

-Yeah? -Think we're being tailed?

Well, with all the hardened criminals we've put away over the years,

-I guess it's a strong possibility. -I got an idea.

What?

All right, that tears it. Follow this, sucker.

-(siren wails) -Hey, where are you going,

Renko, what are you doing?

(tires squealing)

All right, get out that van, everybody!

-Get out that van, lady, step out here. -Excuse me, officer--

Don't aggravate me, lady, let's see what you got here.

Officer, if you'd just let me explain--

What the hell is this?

Lynn Williams, Investigative Action Team.

Barry, show the officers some ID.

RENKO: Investigative Action Team?

Hey, you're on Channel Three, aren't you?

That's right. I guess we're better off leaving the undercover stuff to you guys.

Investigative Action Team.

-I seen you. I seen you do them reports. -The Morning Reports.

Right. You did one on some firemen, right?

That was part of our series on city employee productivity.

Right. What'd you call that, reporter?

It's called "The Seats of City Government."

"The Seats of City Government." Isn't that clever?

Isn't that clever, Bobby Hill? "The Seats of City Government."

So what the hell are you doing following us around, lady?

-You trying to catch us goofing off? -Not at all.

-Hey, Renko-- -If I recall correctly,

there's a couple of individuals from the Sanitation Department

got fired after one of your hatchet jobs.

They were spending their afternoons in a massage parlor.

-There's a lot of tension in them jobs! -Renko, take it easy.

How do you take out your tension, officer? Donuts?

Our contract specifically calls for a morning coffee break!

Oh come on, four donut shops in two and a half hours?

Show 'em this! Show 'em this, lady!

-Hey, wait, wait-- -You see this?

I was in a hospital for six weeks

with tubes running out my body 'cause I was doing my job,

and I will eat my donuts whenever and wherever

the spirit moves me, thank you very much!

Guy thinks he's LBJ.

How'd you like it if I came sat down next to you and did some filming

every time you went to the powder room

or went up there and get some water or something?

-How'd you like that, lady? -Uh... ma'am, I think it best

-if you didn't follow us around anymore. -You can bet on that.

Nice talking to you, officer.

Get this vehicle off the road.

Bobby Hill.

Bobby Hill!

Hey, Buttman.

I'm gonna give you one more chance to make this right.

Where's Lois?

You know, guy, you really are good with that toothpick.

I like that. (clicks tongue)

Come on, Buttman.

You make this too easy, Buttman.

Jennings of I.A.D. says there's nothing on the girl from any of the rookies.

Buttman's lying, Captain.

I'm gonna check out the mug books.

Captain, Lieutenant Harmon, I.A.D., line two.

-Thanks, Stan. -Frank, a minute?

-Sure, Howard. -You know, I've been thinking about it,

and I would like to make a real pitch for this federal study idea.

It seems to me there's a kernel of a notion here

that could galvanize our... our civilian population

into a self-patrolling resource of unprecedented nature--

Howard, do you think maybe you could just put this into writing?

Oh, sure. Sure, why not?

Oh, Judas Priest!

Now, you listen to me, Bobby Hill.

What, with wild parties,

and rookies debasing themselves,

you don't think the top brass is gonna be disposed to a witch hunt?

You'll give yourself an ulcer, Renko.

I'm telling you, if we are seen eating our weight in donuts

on the television set in this city, we're gonna be hung out to dry.

I only had one, pal.

(laughs) Don't sweat it, Renko.

Maybe your belly will scare her off.

I am looking toward a future that is clouded with uncertainty,

newly married, newly fathered and now newly fired.

Would you just shut up?

I'm gonna take care of it.

What you gonna do?

I'm gonna reason with the woman.

If that doesn't work, I'll try honesty.

-What if that don't work? -I don't know.

If my back's against the wall, there's no telling what I might do.

Yes, hello there, is, uh... is Lynn Williams there?

-Oh, Frank. -Yeah, Ray?

I've gone through Swann's police academy folder.

-And? -Everything is in order.

His stammer was noted, but judged within tolerable limits

and unlikely to jeopardize patrol effectiveness.

Anybody over there ever do an in-depth?

-Apparently not. -Thanks, Ray.

Frank?

About this administrative job...

Yeah, Ray?

I did not want to speak to you in front of Howard and Henry

for fear of appearing self-serving.

-(shuts drawer) -I understand.

Well, there are three things I would like to say:

One, I would very much like to have this job.

I believe I can modestly claim

that my experience with our computer systems

-makes me the most qualified. -That's a good point.

Two, and I don't mean to be critical,

but given the number of plums that have gone to others in our precinct,

perhaps it is fair that one should now come to me.

Three, we have just been told that Rosa's cousin,

Yolanda, in Miami Beach,

she is seriously ill, and needs money for medical treatments.

I'm not here with hats in my hands, I'm simply stating facts.

Gee, Ray, I'm sorry about Rosa's cousin.

Thanks, Frank. That's all I have to say.

Frank, as we discussed.

-Thanks, Howard. -Ray.

If you would like me to put something in writing--

Uh, no, no, no, you made a very persuasive case, Ray.

I'm glad you think so.

Captain, line four, Logan from the Heights.

Thanks, Stan.

Furillo. Yeah, bud.

Thanks, bud.

Another hooker homicide over in the Heights.

Same MO as the others?

Her name was Lois. Lois Jordan.

Stan, raise Neal for me, would you, please?

Get him over there, see if it's the same girl we've been looking for.

Yes, sir.

Okay, okay. Let's move it, folks. Come on, let's move it back now.

Come on, come on.

-Where is she? -Dead, where else?

Nude. Clothes were on the chair.

-Friend of yours? -Yeah, right.

-Hey, thanks, Rollie. -MAN: Let's go, clear it away.

Uncle Fryers, free soft drink with every breast you buy.

There you go, lady.

Uncle Fryers, free soft drink with every breast you buy.

Here we go, ma'am, free soft drink with every breast you buy.

Yeah? Give me another one.

Mr. Chicken can't do that, ma'am, his boss'd squawk.

One coupon per visit.

My feet hurt. You gonna make me leave the premises and walk back?

Lady, it's one coupon per customer.

-You cheap chicken. -Loudmouth hen.

Pardon me, what did you say,

-Mr. Gauche Person? -(alarm bell ringing)

Hey! Robbery!

MICK: Backup requested, Operation Drumstick, 118 and Utica!

-(people yelling) -(horns honking)

-Get away! Get away from me, man! -You're mine, get outta there!

-All's I took is fried chicken! -Jerk, get outta there, I'm a cop!

-Come on! That, too! -What?

What? What? What am I looking at here?

-What's this? -That's my lunch, man.

That's your lunch?

That's not mine, I didn't know that was in there!

(siren approaching)

There's a lot of heroin in here, dirtbag.

There's at least a hundred grams of heroin--

How was I supposed to know that was in there? (cries)

-Mirandize this jerk! -Okay, spread 'em.

You have the right to remain silent. If you give up--

(indistinct chatter)

MOE: He came in the back door. I leave it open 'cause of the heat.

Uh, was he someone known to you?

No, I never saw him before.

-Hey, did you catch him? -No, I lost him in the subway, I'm sorry.

Great. Take the rest of the day off, we're shutting down.

Can you tell us how much was taken?

Yeah, he emptied one cash register, about 200 bucks.

JOE: Uh, can you describe the weapon?

MOE: I didn't see any weapon. It happened too fast.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,

to the tenth annual new car exposition.

(continues, indistinct)

SALESWOMAN: You won't find a more powerful engine than this in its class.

Talk about power. Well, let's take a look under the hood.

That's the high-lift, V8, fuel-injected and computer regulated

for maximum MPG efficiency

Excuse me, miss,

is this available with a crushed velour interior?

Yes, we have it in burgundy,

harvest gold, avocado and cornflower blue.

And if I was to make a down payment of $6,000,

can you tell me what the payments would be?

Well, I'm sure we can work out a little mathematics on that

if you'd like to speak to one of our sales people.

Sure.

Uh, I was just wondering about the interior

because I was thinking of redoing my car's upholstery.

Okay. Thanks for stopping by.

So what do you think, Lieutenant?

You wanna take her for a spin?

I'm just looking, thanks.

SALESWOMAN: Okay, thanks for stopping by.

-Bye. -Bye-bye.

-Howard? -Ray.

My accountant's office is here in this building.

I was on my way to take Rosa out to lunch.

Mm. Good-looking car, isn't it?

Yes, very nice.

SALESWOMAN: Stunning all-leather upholstery

offsets the custom interior.

The eight-cylinder engine is powerful,

yet fuel efficient.

Was a gambler, a womanizer.

He wouldn't come home for weeks at a time.

And when he did, he was abusive.

Verbally, physically, sexually.

I'd already made up my mind to leave him.

Why didn't you tell me?

(sighs) I don't know.

I guess I was afraid it would spoil what was happening between us.

I was wrong, John.

And as much as I hate the thought of it,

I don't think we ought to see each other for a while.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it's probably a good idea.

John, you are an unexpected miracle in my life.

You make me feel loved, protected.

But if I'm gonna start new, I'm gonna have to be honest.

And if what I have done means losing you, then that--

What? What? Are you kidding?

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Would it be awful to tell you how much I wish we were in bed together right now?

Holding each other, touching each other--

Hey, come on, you're making me crazy.

I want you now. I want you a week from now.

I want you a month from now.

Please wait for me. Please.

I'm here.

-She's a citizen. -Who? Caroline Reynolds?

Nary a parking ticket.

Are you surprised or are you just disappointed?

I don't like her.

I don't trust her, I think she's a wrong broad.

I think she may have even had her husband killed.

There, I said it.

Pats, it's a married woman having a one-nighter with a cop.

So it's not exactly Mary Poppins, it's not Lizzy Borden, either.

Captain? I heard about the hooker.

Yeah, Neal's ID'd her.

The MO's the same as the others, right?

That's the preliminary.

Well, you know, Buttman was alone.

He left patrol this morning for almost an hour.

It could be copycat, that's what I'm saying.

I can't help thinking it.

All right, we'll question him when he comes in.

MAN: I was just looking for a few bucks, man, maybe a couple bags.

MICK: How'd you know there'd be smack there?

I heard on the street they were dealing out of there.

I just took the shot. I swear I didn't know there'd be...

-FRANK: Where are we? -It's up to him.

Manager doesn't know you were busted, Harold.

You just contact him, tell him you made a mistake,

you want to give back what you took.

-Mr. Baker, you don't have to do this. -You'd be protected, Harold.

You make the exchange, We'll bust the manager outside.

He won't even know you were involved.

I'm not convinced they can guarantee your safety.

Your client can work off charges here, counselor.

Three outstanding B&Es, now grand larceny possession?

-We can plead that down to a few months. -We'll drop all charges.

I gotta get back on the street.

I can get you into the county methadone program in a few days.

I gotta fix today! Not a few days from now.

You cooperate, you can walk.

I'll do it, I'll do it!

Don't be angry with me. Please?

-It's your decision. -Work it out. Mick?

(indistinct chatter)

(up-tempo music playing)

Hey, yo, what's happening, Tony?

Need a word with your partner.

You know that, uh...

They just found that hooker I asked you about.

Somebody caved her skull in for her.

So what you saying, you think I had something to do with it?

What happened in that back room, Garfield?

Hey, come on, Ron, you can talk to me--

I told you, nothing. I told everybody, nothing.

-Oh, it's nothing in your book, huh? -You're not I.A.D.

Will you get it through your head that I'm trying to help you, man?

What the hell are you doing? I'm rookie meat and you're standing here--

Look, I gotta live with people.

Oh, we're talking code now, is that it, Ronnie?

The great cop code of silence, never rat on your buddies?

You know, you can say it's not real all you want.

I know it's real.

Okay, who's gonna protect me if I talk to you?

-If I talk to you, I'm finished. -Oh, that's crap, man.

You coming forward is the last chance you got to become a decent cop.

Listen to me, Ron, you got my word man.

You'll be taken care of.

-So you think Buttman did that girl? -Did he have reason to?

Look, don't dance me, all right?

-I gotta know. -I don't know.

But if he did, your silence is lettin' him get away with it,

and that's a felony, Jack.

You know, I think I'm losing it. I feel like I'm going crazy.

Hey, look, man, if you can't tell the truth,

if Buttman or whoever else

has you so tied up that you don't see the harm to justice,

then the hell with you, brother.

JOE: Mick, there's a black car pulling up.

Two of 'em.

The driver fits the description.

The other guy's a monster. They're just entering the building.

Copy. Follow 'em up.

Okay, we're on our way.

-Hey, wh-- -Harold, just do like I said, all right?

If there's any trouble, I'm gonna back you up.

HAROLD: Okay. I'm all right.

-You all right? -All right.

-Yeah. -(knocking on door)

MANAGER: Harold Baker.

Just a second. Yeah.

Just a sec.

-Let's have it. -Right there.

-Count it. -Hey, cool, it's all there,

the money, too, just like I promised.

So you're a champ, is that what you want to hear?

-What are you doing? -Expect me to thank you, chump?

Police! Freeze!

-All right. Don't move. -PATSY: Freeze!

-JOE: Don't move. -PATSY: Right there. Hands up!

-Drop the gun! -(whimpering)

-I'll kill him. -Let him go.

-Drop it. -Don't be stupid.

-Great! This is great! -Drop it!

-You're dead, punk! You're buried! -Shut up!

-I'm gonna find you! -Move it, get him outta here.

-Move it, move it. Get down. -What about him, Mick?

He's got immunity.

You're on your own, kid.

We need you for trial, we'll call you.

Here it is, right here.

-Natalie? -PATSY: We got a couple.

Read that to me again, huh? Oh, here it is, right here.

Detective, we got a cop here.

Hold on a second, man.

Can we talk somewhere?

Yeah, I'll call you back, Mack, half hour.

Right this way, chief.

RON: And--and so, uh--

Buttman wanted 20 apiece for the girl.

And-and, uh... I don't know who paid, but--

but I did.

See-see, um... Buttman said that Swanny was a virgin.

And, um... how it wasn't right for a cop to be a virgin.

So, by then Swann could hardly talk.

You know, stammering and-and trying to say

how-how he wasn't.

(exhales, shaking) Um...

So Buttman said we're all gonna help him out.

By which he meant tie him to a chair

and take his... take his pants down.

See, that was Buttman's idea.

But we all did that.

You know, everybody saying how we'd like to have help

like Swanny was.

But Swann didn't think it was a joke.

You know, he was, uh--

He started crying, and-and--

Uh, and then she came in.

Um, Lois.

And she, uh...

and--and she...

performed a sexual act on him.

(sighs) I'm so sorry.

You know, we meant it like a joke.

I swear to God, Swann, we did.

(sniffles)

-(Buttman giggling) -Randall Buttman?

You're under arrest, for pandering,

conspiracy to assault and rape.

Turn over your shield and your firearm.

Don't make it hard on yourself, Buttman.

You'll make bail. You'll get a P.B.A. lawyer.

-Joe? -Yeah, with pleasure.

-Hey, Joe... -Come on.

Don't smell rat meat, do I, Garfield?

I don't smell lame, nigga-boy rat meat, do I Garfield?

(Buttman yells)

Tough spot for that kid.

Took a lot of guts to speak up.

Would have been better last night.

What about the other rookies?

I'll talk to Daniels. The rest of it's for I.A.D.

Howard? My office.

Ray, Henry?

Gentleman, uh... (sighs)

I would have preferred to go with my original proposal,

but failing that,

I've had to resort to rather a more subjective criteria.

So, based solely on financial need,

I've decided the survey job should go to Ray.

Need for what, Frank?

A luxury sedan, with a crushed velour interior?

That is a low blow, Howard.

Did he tell you what he needed the money for?

-FRANK: Ray? -Frank, may I have a word with you alone?

He's gonna plunk it down on a four-door cornflower-blue touring car.

-That's what he "needs" it for. -Frank for the record,

I ran into both of them coming out of the auto show--

And I suppose you wanted a test drive to see if you liked the radio.

I did not misrepresent my desire for the money.

Just a second, what were you doing there?

Maybe I had a dentist appointment.

-There are no dentists in that building. -His office is across the street.

There some law against window shopping?

-Apparently, you think so. -Ray, what about Rosa's cousin?

All my life, I have fulfilled every obligation.

To my family, professionally,

and just once I wanted something for myself.

-Will you condemn me for that? -Yes.

-All his pretenses-- -Go ahead, cast the first stone!

Both of you, cut it out!

I'm giving back the grant. I'm just gonna send it, I'm giving it up.

-HENRY: Frank-- -End of conference,

end of discussion, Henry.

-Thank you very much. -Frank...

No, Howard.

I regretfully accept the consequences of my actions,

But in truth, I do not apologize.

Howard.

-Ms. Davenport. -Lieutenant.

That bad?

Nothing a romantic dinner couldn't cure.

Want some company?

(knocking on door)

Excuse me, Captain. Ms. Davenport.

Harold Baker's dead. OD'd.

Transit cops found him in a bathroom at the bus station.

He had two of those balloons.

I guess he lifted 'em and I didn't see it.

It's pretty pure stuff.

Okay, Mick.

Joyce?

(clicks tongue) He was my client, Frank.

I can't help feeling he was coerced.

He knew the options, he wanted to be back on the street.

That was no option.

You put a kid in a candy store.

It wasn't the operation that killed him,

it was the purity of the stuff he took.

If we hadn't caught him, he'd be just as dead by now.

For the record, I think it stinks.

Get no argument from me.

I want to leave this one in the office.

No argument from me, either.

Can we go home now?

-WAITER: Ma'am? -Thank you.

-Thank you. -Here you are, sir.

I'd like to get something out on the table.

-Up front. -Shoot.

Are we here so you can talk me out of the story?

No, not at all.

Because if you are, I have to tell you you're wasting your time.

You're just gonna have to trust me when I say

that we're here because I wanted to take you to dinner.

Your partner didn't put you up to this?

Ms. Williams, question my motives every which way.

They're gonna stand up.

At the very least, you ought to see we're capable of better table manners.

-Officer Hill... -Bobby.

Bobby.

The entire time we followed you, you never answered a single call.

And to be honest, your partner showed more interest in stuffing his face

than taking care of business.

Sometimes that's the way a day goes, you know.

We answer the calls we get.

I've never seen anyone eat so many donuts in my life.

With a new wife, new baby,

Renko's under a lot of pressure right now.

He doesn't drink much, he doesn't do drugs.

-He does donuts. -Something like that.

Even so, he's kind of a blowhard, isn't he?

Sometimes.

But what he is mostly, Lynn, is a good cop.

He's got two commendations for bravery,

and he's probably the best friend

-I have in the world. -(soft click)

Nice.

Okay, so I figured...

maybe some kind of bribe or something was coming

and I, you know, brought it.

And I feel incredibly stupid.

Here. Take it.

I'm... really sorry.

(sighs) Boy, do I feel dumb.

You ready to order yet?

You're not mad?

-Do I look mad? -A little.

A little.

If you give me the chance, I'm the forgiving type.

(chuckles)

-John? -Yeah.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called, but he terrified me.

It's okay, you did the right thing.

I didn't know whether to call the police or what?

Hey, what am I?

He must have called half a dozen times.

He doesn't speak, I just hear him breathing.

Look, if you want, we'll put a trace on the line.

Do you really think that's necessary?

The truth is, these creeps, they read something in the paper.

They're like vultures, scary but harmless.

You want me to stay in case he calls again?

Please, for a while at least.

My pleasure, ma'am.

LUCY: I saw Swann's aunt today.

How's she doing?

Pretty bad.

Got four kids. Of her own.

I don't know, something like this really...

-Hey, hey, hey. -Hey, Neal.

I told the man from Polk Avenue

he ought to get in with some real cops. Ron Garfield.

-Lucy Bates, how you doin'? -Pleasure.

-Joe Coffey, how you doing? -Good. It's good to meet you, Joe.

You're the one with Buttman, right?

Don't worry about it, you got three votes on your side right here.

-Mm-hm. -Let me ask you something.

You think Buttman croaked that hooker?

I don't know.

His alibi's still holding. Somebody saw him in the bank.

Come on, take a load off. Sit down.

Right, look, let me grab a beer, everybody covered?

-Yeah. -Yeah, I'm cool.

(chuckling) Excuse me.

Hey, lips.

I don't want this, Buttman.

You know what they used to say in the war, don't you?

Big lips sink ships.

RON: Wasn't big lips, Buttman, I think it was loose lips.

Yeah, well, big lips, loose lips, it's all the same to me.

-Hey, move it along, Buttman. -Big lips, big mouth.

-You know, it all makes a lot of sense. -Randy, why don't you get out of here.

You know, Joe. The broads with suntans I can understand.

But you, I thought you had some class.

Hey. You know what I like about you, Randy?

Compared to you, we all look terrific.

-We all look clean. -You look like a jerk, pal.

-Hey. -Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

(yelling, indistinct)

All right, easy, easy, easy.

You wanna talk lips now, Buttman?

You wanna talk fat lips? You wanna talk mouths?

-I'll be talkin' to you. -Oh, get out of here!

Get out of here! Yeah, sucker!

Hey, kid, you all right? Huh?

You know, you got me into this, man.

What am I gonna do now?

You can look at yourself in the mirror and feel proud,

that's what you can do, buddy.

(glass breaking)

-(whispers) John? -Hm?

John, wake up. There's somebody downstairs.

-What? -I heard a window break.

-Where? -Downstairs.

-Don't go down there. -Call the police.

Tell 'em it's a Code Six.

-And lock this door behind me. -Please be careful.

Hey, I'm a cop, remember?

Hold it right there! Police!

(grunts)

(siren approaching)

(both laughing)

So I finally said, oh, the hell with it.

I mean, if it's gonna give us this kind of grief,

I'm just gonna refuse the damn thing.

-What about the $6,000? -Gone. Goodbye.

How much work did that involve, Furillo?

Shuffling papers, couple hours a week.

So?

(sighs) Six thousand?

-Which I could do on weekends. -Mm-hm.

I'm thinking about houses.

Down payments.

Sold, counselor.

Bold executive decision.

(phone ringing)

Furillo.

Yeah, J.D.?

(shushes)

Where are you?

I'll be right there.

LaRue just killed somebody.

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