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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Patrolman Lawrence Swan,
he hung himself this a.m.

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

It was just a party, Captain.

There's a couple of individuals
from the sanitation department

got fired after one of your hatchet jobs.

I know how it's gotta look, Captain.

We wind up between his sheets,

and her husband gets whacked
that same night.

So you think Buttman did that girl?

If he did, your silence
is letting him get away with it.

And that's a felony, Jack.

Randall Buttman, you're under arrest.

John, wake up.
There's somebody downstairs.

LaRue just killed somebody.

(indistinct chatter)

JABLONSKI: Item four,

another hooker killing
in the Heights yesterday p.m.

The same M.O. as the previous five.

Either this kook is heatin' up,

or else we're startin' to get copycats.

Whatever.

Expect a rise in hooker-related violence

as these high-strung females
are gonna be more heavily armed

and less inclined to indulge
their customers' quirks than usual.

Item five,

we had an officer involved
last night out of precinct.

John LaRue, while off-duty,
shot and killed

-an armed burglary suspect.
-MAN: Yeah.

Uh, without the particulars, Detective,

I'm sure the shoot was justified.

In the meantime, you know the routine.

I believe Captain Furillo
would like to see you on his arrival.

Item six.

In the wake of rookie officer
Larry Swan's suicide,

rookie officer Randall Buttman
has been discharged from the force.

And he faces criminal charges
of pandering, assault, and rape.

Former Officer Buttman has been
out on bond, but as we speak,

detectives Brannigan
and Schindler are rearresting him

as per orders
of the district attorney's office.

Additional disciplinary announcements
on the other rookies are due this a.m.

(indistinct chatter)

Item seven,
ah, advertising on the premises.

A certain culinary establishment,
the, uh, the Bengal Pavilion,

has been heavily papering
the precinct with fliers,

offering 10 percent off tandoori chicken
or any curry dish

between the hours
of 12:00 noon and 1:00 p.m.

Does that include your mints?

Yeah, that includes your mints,
"But it does not include

your already-discounted
Businessman's Special."

What-- Anyway, whoever's turning a buck

littering the squad room
with these things,

how about I don't want to see
any more of 'em, commencing now.

WOMAN: Right, Sarge.

(indistinct chatter)

Item eight,

rumor has it that our
own officers, Renko and Hill,

are gonna be featured on TV
this a.m. on Morning Report.

(applause)

(chattering)

Coffee and autographs
immediately following.

All right, let's go. Let's get out there.

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

(chattering)

We're what you call
"media stars" there, Renko.

(telephone rings)

I'm telling you, if that woman decides
to crucify us on television,

we can bend over and kiss it goodbye.

Cowboy, I have good reason to believe that

no one's reputation
is gonna be unduly soiled.

MAN: Hey, Hill, Renko, check it out!

Let's go.

WOMAN (on TV): Focusing today locally,
here's Lynn Williams.

WILLIAMS: On our continuing series...

(indistinct chatter)

...we focused on the
less-than-harrowing lives

of those whose duty it is
to serve and protect us,

our men in blue.

WOMAN: There he is!

In two days of hidden-camera surveillance,

the investigative-action team
captured graphic footage

of Officer Andrew Renko
discharging his sworn duties

with single-minded gastronomic gusto.

-(chuckling)
-WOMAN: Where do you put that?

As you can see here,

Officer Renko took in far more
calories than criminals.

MAN: Hey, where you puttin'
all that stuff, Renko?

And when confronted by this reporter...

Our contract specifies
a morning coffee break!

WILLIAMS: Oh, come on.
Four donut shops in two and a half hours?

-You feel this, lady!
-MAN: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

-(laughter)
-WILLIAMS: All I can see...

Put a fork in me, Jack, 'cause I am done.

...Williams reporting.

Move. Move!

(telephone ringing)

MAN: I'm innocent! I didn't--

MAN 2: Yeah, sure.

MAN: Quit pushing me!

MAN 2: Come on.

(indistinct conversations)

All right, last name.

G-u-e.

Gué?

Gue.

First name?

Lotta.

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)

(telephone rings)

MAN: Belker.

Hi, Ma.

How are you feeling?

Did you see Dr. Zimmerman?

Ma...

Sweetheart, he has to feel 'em.
How else is he gonna tell?

Ma...

Ma. Ma!

He's a doctor. He sees 'em all day long.

(growls)

Would you feel better if I called him?

I certainly will. I'll call you back.

I love you, too.

Don't worry about a thing, Mom.
It's probably nothing.

All right, goodbye.

What?

Uh, I thought you might
join me for lunch, Mick.

(clears throat)

Yeah, okay.

(chuckles) Ten percent off.

I like 'em just the way they are.

Chocolate swirls comin' out of the oven!

Hey, Renko, what's this? Ooh-hoo-hoo!

Don't do me like that, Joe Coffey.

Don't you all do me like that. Captain!

Captain, I was on the TV this morning.

Yeah, I saw.

That woman took a cheap shot
at me, Captain.

And you really gave it to her, didn't you?

You mean, by exposing my stomach and all?

Andy, it violates the uniform code,

and it gives them footage
anybody would use.

What do you think
they're gonna do to me now?

Depends on Division.

Just turn your log entries over
to Lieutenant Calletano.

-I'll see what I can do.
-Yes, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

J.D.

(telephone ringing)

Shut the door.

I just want you to know,
Captain, I know how bad--

No, this is "LaRue listens,"

and listen carefully,
because it's all you're gonna get.

I just came from Midtown.

The shooting at Caroline Reynolds'
is being pursued as a possible homicide.

Justifiable, right? The guy broke in.

As a possible homicide.

Captain, I'll plead felony bad judgment

for going over there, but seriously--

Look, I told you not
to go back there, J.D.

Right now, nobody's sure whether you were
just stupid or a lot worse.

Now, Captain, this woman
was receiving weird phone calls.

I went over there to protect her.

-Now, I'd like anybody to try and--
-No. No more, J.D.

Your old friend Shipman from I.A.D.
is waiting to have a word with you.

Excuse me, please.

I want to report someone missing.

Who's missing, ma'am?

My cat, Bentley, a white angora.

Today is his 10th birthday.

Ma'am, I think you want the city pound
or the humane society.

Bentley is not lost.

He was kidnapped.

He was waiting for his birthday cake,
and then he was gone.

The city pound or the humane society
are your best bets.

Also, maybe you could post some signs
around the neighborhood.

But you gotta do something.

I know that you're upset, ma'am,
but we're very, very busy today.

Uh, you try those two places.
You see how that goes, okay?

You're not being very helpful at all!

You're aware of your right to counsel?

Yeah.

And you're waiving that right?

Yes.

How about being a good guy, Shipman.

Tell me what the hell's goin' on.

How long have you known Caroline Reynolds?

I told you yesterday.

This is today's murder investigation.

Very funny.

How long have you known Caroline Reynolds?

Two days. What, they think
she set somethin' up?

What's the nature of your relationship
with Caroline Reynolds?

Personal. Love.

Come on, Shipman.
Do they think she set somethin' up?

Was there any financial arrangement
between the two of you?

No.

Three stars on Irwin's forehead.

Throwing Buttman back in the clink
scared the hell out of his lawyer, plus,

I've convinced him Furillo's got this,
Furillo's got that.

He's two steps from a murder indictment.

-They've offered to plead.
-To what?

-Assault one in the Swan case.
-What kind of time?

Three years, the easy kind,
minimum security.

-Irwin.
-Don't. Don't "Irwin" me, Frank.

What have we got on this guy?

Instigating the rape of Larry Swan?

You want to sell a jury
a full-grown man gets raped?

-I don't.
-You don't believe Buttman

murdered that prostitute?

We haven't got a single piece
of admissible evidence.

Well, then give us time, damn it!

Isn't that why we arrested him again?

Give you time,
and the horror story I just fed them

unravels like a Singapore suit.

All right, just the day then.
Henry's already on it.

Got witnesses to check, and Buttman.

(sighs) The day.

Talk on you later.

Hey, slick.

-Ronnie.
-Yeah, I got to hand it to you, man.

You played it real nice.

What's that?

All the cheap music,
"Be right with yourself, Ronnie.

Be a right cop. Be a right brother."

I don't know what you're talking about,
Ronnie.

What'd you get out of it, Washington?
You get yourself a promotion?

-Out of what?
-Out of gettin' us fired!

Fired?

We're all fired,
suspended contemplating dismissal.

You tellin' me you didn't know that?

That's right.

You know I don't believe you, Neal,

because you've been
so straight with me till now.

(knocks on door, opens)

Is it true Garfield's fired?

All the rookies who were at the incident.

But Garfield gave 'em Buttman.

After giving a perjured statement
to I.A.D.

You tellin' me you never played
D and D to protect another cop?

Never to conceal a felony.

Captain, you're talkin' about a kid
takin' a few hours to find the guts...

There were a lot of other
factors involved, Neal.

And getting fired for doing it.

If you're interested, I think maybe
they did come down hard on Garfield,

but he wasn't my cop,
and it wasn't my decision.

Oh, buck don't stop with you, is that it?

Not this one.

-A little selective, Captain.
-Neal.

I have to ask you something about J.D.

You have any reason to think
that he knew Caroline Reynolds

-before two days ago?
-No.

Oh, Sergeant, wait!

Will this do for a poster?

Sure, ma'am.

Maybe his lips are a little fuller.

Why don't you put 'em up outside?

Oh, what kind of a police department
is this anyway?

Sergeant, didn't you ever have
a pet you loved?

I mean, how would you feel
if one day your friend was missing,

maybe even in danger?

What's his name?

Blackie.

Uh-huh.

Buttman.

(sighs)

I went through your log entries.

There are two gaps for yesterday.

Drop dead, Goldberg.

One for 45 minutes in the morning.

(sighs)

Another hour and 20 commencing
at quarter past 12:00.

I took some personal time.

You're allowed one break.

I took two.

You gonna take points off my score?

Where were you the 45 minutes
that Coffey had to wait for you?

I can't answer that, advice of counsel.

How about the hour and 20?

Oh, that's different, right?

The first 45 I'm silent
on advice of counsel,

but now for this hour...

Look, Lieutenant,
I bought lottery tickets.

I did my laundry.

I planned my next vacation to Hawaii.

Get this guy out of here.
I'm through talkin' to him.

(sighs)

Thanks. I'm done.

You go get him, Mr. Hebroid!
Put a white cop away.

(indistinct talking on radio)

Renko, are you gonna talk today or what?

No. I'm givin' you the silent treatment.

-Well deserved.
-Come on, Renko.

I went to see the woman
for the both of us. I didn't know

-she was gonna do that to you.
-"Oh, that Bobby Hill, he's so cute.

-Oh, man.
-I ain't gonna hang him out to dry.

I'm not gonna publicly ridicule him.

I'm gonna stick it
to his slob of a partner."

WOMAN (on radio): Units in vicinity,
1439 Van Buren.

-Armed assault in progress.
-We just passed it.

2202 in response.

(siren wails, tires screech)

(baby crying)

Down those stairs! He tried to kill me!

Bobby, go around to the front.
Ma'am, you wait here.

-I'll get you some medical, okay?
-Wait! Don't leave me!

He's a freak! He's a murderer!

(clicking)

(stairs creaking)

(grunts)

(groans, grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Bobby!

Backup!
I got a suspect with in the froose case

goin' down the alley!

(grunting)

(grunting)

(siren wails)

(breathing heavily) You got anything?

-(siren wails)
-BOBBY: No. No.

Damn!

I'm sorry, Detective, but you see,

when you take potluck, usually,
usually you end up with brisket.

Uh-uh. I want to see the chief.

And I'm tellin' you you came down
without an appointment,

and I'm gonna have to do.

(sighs)

It's about these rookies that got fired.

-The hazing incident.
-Mm-hmm.

It was disgraceful.

I'll tell you something else
that's disgraceful.

You ask a kid to be honest.

You tell him to forget all
that stuff about the cop code,

that the only guys you can trust
are your partners.

You tell him to go ahead
and believe in the system,

then you cut him off at the knees.

Detective, I assume you're talking
about the rookie who came forward.

Behind my askin' him to,
you're damn right,

and you fired him for it.

Under the prevailing circumstances,
detective, I had no choice.

Well, I think it stinks.

You're entitled to that thought.

I'll be at the Rotary brunch.

Maybe you could explain the larger picture
to Detective Washington.

-Hey, wait a minute!
-Washington.

Don't be stupid, hmm?

You get your hand off of me.

-Hey, talk to you guys?
-About Reynolds?

I don't have the flu, okay?

Will somebody just tell me
what the hell's happening?

Ongoing, J.D.

Hey, come on.
Just play me a couple of bars.

-No way.
-Mayo, line four.

Harry. Hey, hey, Harry. Harry. Harry.

The headhunters are measuring
my hat size, and I'm clean, man.

I told 'em I don't want a lawyer.

I don't want nothin'. I just want a clue.

Come on, man, huh? What do you say?

J.D., the guy you shot

is the same guy that killed
Caroline's husband.

-Oh, man.
-Yeah. There's a ballistics match

with his weapon.

Plus, there was a snapshot
of her in the guy's wallet.

-Caroline?
-Yeah, in the nude.

So that puts two theories on the board.

"A," the guy who took off the husband

found out enough
about his crib and his wife

to go after them, too.

Or theory "B," Caroline got
involved outside of her marriage

and suckered the guy
into killing her husband.

So, now she's stuck
with a million insurance

and a boyfriend
she don't want to share it with.

So she changes the door locks.
She calls the boyfriend.

She says, "Thomas, come quick.
There's a prowler."

He does, but he can't unlock the door,
so he breaks in.

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Yeah, well, the thinking is that
if she set up the boyfriend,

then she either suckered you, too--

Oh, or made me a partner.
Great. Oh, that's just great.

-You believe that?
-No.

Plus, she'd have to have
called the boyfriend,

and the phone company has no record.

Man, this is the best woman
I met in the last 15 years.

-(phone receiver clicks)
-Aw, brother.

-You're a jerk.
-Oh, come on.

Let's give the guy a break, huh?
He's a cop.

You were out of policy, Harry.

At the least he's a chronic screw-up.

At worst he's a primary suspect
in a murder investigation.

I worked too hard for my badge

to bet it all on which
of the two we're dealing with.

P.S., insurance policy
had an accidental-death kicker.

Jacks it up to a million and a half.

Frank! Frank.

We've got Renko's description
on the assault out citywide.

What did we get from the prostitute?

Well, more descriptions,
and she'll press charges.

-She says he talked weird.
-All right, stay on it.

We have a lead on the prostitute killings.

And it isn't Randall Buttman.

Nothing from him.

Still no murder weapon.
Witnesses gave us zip.

The only forensics we have
is some tan pants fibers

from Lois Jordan's bedspread.

So you figure five,
maybe six tricks a day.

-Which leaves us nowhere.
-Or maybe Buttman didn't do it.

Maybe this other guy did 'em all.

Don't give up.

-Henry, are we on for a quick lunch today?
-Sure.

Listen, I thought maybe we'd try this.

-Okay.
-What's wrong?

-You don't like Indian?
-No, it's great.

(indistinct chatter)

I was just downtown trying
to talk to Chief Daniels.

-Oh?
-Well, you told me

it was his call firing Garfield.
I figured he was the man to talk to.

Get any satisfaction?

I got about 2 1/2 seconds
on the prevailing public climate

and looking at the big picture.

You know, there may be
something to that, Neal.

Maybe from where you sit, captain.

Now the way I look at it,
it's a lot more simple.

I told the kid to do the right thing,
and the department's making me a Judas.

I've got to look at myself mornings.

Neal, come on.
You're making a big mistake.

Why don't you give it
the night to think it over?

If I did, Captain, maybe I would start
thinking about the big picture.

That's not the kind of person
I want to be.

Proof, Sergeant. Proof of crime.

What is it, ma'am?

See here?

Foreign men.

They put cats in shopping bags,

and then they must sell 'em
from behind their establishment.

Uh, Sergeant Bates,
you wanna eyeball this?

Oh, "catibalism."

Well, you wanna check it out?

Sure.

All right. So, Ted, here's what I need.

A record of all calls
in the last month to this residence

from any one of these numbers--

5571, 6807, 5692.

These are pay phones.
They're all near each other on Spring.

Can you do that through last night?

We could if they're all toll calls,

but, detective, I think I need
at least some kind of subpoena.

Some kind of subpoena?

Hey, Ted, Ted. Now look here, okay?

Look at, look what it says.
See? It says, "subpoena."

Oh, are you sure that's official?

It's official as can be.

Ted, man, this is a police emergency.

-We need 'em now.
-(scoffs)

Public-phone logs are enormous.
I can't just snap my fingers.

Fast as you can will be just fine.

WAITER: Some water for you.

Thank you.

So, anyway, yeah,
I'm feeling a little less punk.

Are you gonna be able
to take some time off?

Next week. Spend it with the kids.

Give Rachel a break.

How's she doing?

Actually better.
All things considered, better.

Listen, you know, I didn't know, but--

Well, where was she, Midtown?

Did she see the victims' aide there?

Refused.

If she ever changes her mind,
I've got some phone numbers.

Thanks. How's your chow?

Good. Lamb's a little tough.

Excuse me.

Very nice bajji this.

I know she lives alone,
but isn't there a women's club or--

Very nice goja this.

Thank you.
And a couple of India pales, please.

And, uh, the tandoori
is excellent, by the way.

Thank you.

See, she's made me her whole life,

ever since my father died.

Yeah, well,
the matriarchal-filial connection,

especially in your persuasion,
Mick, is a highly charged one.

Are you kidding?
My mother's a very emotional woman.

Now, now, my mother,

being more your white
Anglo-Saxon Protestant,

keeps a tight rein on her feelings.

The woman has positively mastered
the emotional mood swing.

My mother calls me every single day.

WOMAN: Hi, um, can I get something to go?

-Every day?
-Yeah.

Hmm. Jeez.

It's been nearly a month
since I heard from Pensacola.

Sometimes twice a day.

You know, in an odd way, Mick,
I really envy your closeness.

(sniffs)

Considering, of course,
the probable oedipal ramifications.

Do you know that all
she could talk to me about

are her pains and her doctors
and her new pills?

Yeah, well, nary a peep
from Mother Hunter in that regard...

I don't want her to be a hypochondriac.

Even when she was shot in action.

(sniffs)

What?

Oh...

Mother was a WAC.

-Women's Army Corps.
-Jesus.

And one hell of a commanding officer.

Excuse me.

Vishnu Gulwazi.

WOMAN: He's over there.

Mr. Gulwazi, this is a warrant
to inspect these premises.

What means of insult is this?
Did Varuni put you up to this?

No, no, no, we have reason
to believe that you are violating

administrative code section 637,
"A" through "F."

-Hey! Hey!
-Hey, you, hold it!

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

-(cats meowing)
-(indistinct conversations)

What's this?

(meowing continues)

Hey, what are all the cats for?

-Vishnu?
-Mice-- severe mice!

Vishnu... (speaking native language)

(speaking native language)

What is this, some kind
of ambiguous lunch loaf?

-I bought this, all meat.
-Cat meat.

Cat? Is this cat? Am I eating cat?

-You buy these collars, too?
-Where did you find this?

My wife's Mahatma
lost his collar weeks ago.

COP: This doesn't say "Mahatma."

Hey, how long you been serving cat?

Oh, we do not serve cat.

-You are under arrest.
-What for?

BATES: You have the right
to remain silent.

-VISHNU: What did I do now?
-BATES: Should you give up

that right to remain silent...

(siren wailing)

(humming)

♪ Macaroni, macaroni ♪

-MAN: Mm!
-All right, what's the deal here?

The guy's eatin' me out of business.

Wish your girlfriend could have filmed me
on a day like today.

What's with the taco salad?!

You polished it off, fat boy.
Hope it makes you sick!

Can't believe this! Beep, beep!

That guy makes you look anorexic, Renko.

He's eatin' for three. He is three.

He's been here two hours already.

He's a one-man plague of locusts!

RENKO: Look, you got
our sympathy there, pal,

but you've got a sign there that says

"Salad Bar-- All You Can Eat."

He's a menace! He hits every customer
that comes hear him.

He's throwin' food!

The rules also say food must
be carried back to the table!

(indistinct)

All right, what's the problem, sir?

I paid my $4.99.

I'll sit here until next Thursday.

I love this restaurant. (chuckles)

Listen, mister, why don't you just save
a little room for the dessert?

There's plenty of room, don't worry.

Now you look here, pal.
You are making a public pig of yourself.

Pig? Don't call me pig! Pig! (snorting)

That's it! You are under arrest, giganto.

-Thank God. We're saved.
-What did I do?

You are disturbin' the peace,
you are a fire hazard,

and you are a public-health hazard,

and there is danger here of assault,

so you put your big fat arms
behind you, you bloat!

I can't! They won't go.

-MAN: Roll him out of here.
-On your feet.

Make me!

You don't want to arrest me, believe it.

-(groans)
-WOMAN: I'm going somewhere else.

-MAN: That's awful.
-WOMAN: Really.

(siren wails)

Of all the terrible things
that have happened in the last two days,

the worst is what I hear in your voice.

I'm a suspect, Caroline.
We're both suspects in a murder.

You want me to sound like
the Good Humor Man?

I don't want you to be happy.

I just don't want you to suspect me.

Aw, come on!

I can't help it! I love you!

And if you started from that,
knowing that I couldn't do this,

then everything they've found
would have an explanation.

(sighs) He went through
my husband's wallet,

he found that picture of me
and the apartment address.

Of course the bullets are gonna match

if the same man who killed
my husband shot at you!

God, of all the people
to have to explain this to!

-What about the phone calls?
-What phone calls?

I don't know what you're talking about!

Not this phone,
the pay phone at the corner.

Twenty four calls the last two weeks
from the pay phone outside here

-to Thomas Lake's apartment.
-I don't know!

Maybe my husband and he knew each other.

Maybe the shooting wasn't a robbery.

They might have been arguing.

I told you some of the ways
that Warren made money.

Which explains all the calls
except the one last night--

Forty minutes before the guy broke in.

Now, Warren was dead for that one!

Maybe the thief called his own apartment.

Maybe he had a girlfriend back there.

Boy, you really got it down, don't you?
Every angle.

You think I made that call?

That I got out of bed
and went to the corner

with you still here?

Well, it's obvious
I can't make you believe

that I'm as much a victim
in this as you are.

I'm a suspect in a murder investigation,
Caroline.

I'm on the verge of losing my career.

All right, John. All right, listen to me.

If you want it,

and if it would help
under the circumstances,

I could give you some money.

Uh, 50,000 dollars if you need it.

You mean...

you mean so I'll sit on the evidence
about those phone calls.

You said you were a suspect,

that it was gonna ruin your career.

I thought it would help.

My God, what do you think I am?

You honestly think I'm a murderer?

You want to know what I think?

I think you're heavier than me, Caroline.

(exhales)

I think you're way out of my league.

(door opens, slams)

You're the only cop smart enough
to check the phone booth

and the only cop dumb enough
to go to her first with the evidence.

Captain, you're not
understandin' some things.

There was a love affair here, okay.

Maybe I was a jerk, but I loved her.

I thought she'd tell me the truth.

I wanted to believe she would.

Is it enough to bust her?

Sure. Enough to hold her? I don't know.

GARIBALDI: What about a conviction?

I'll have to check and see how
much the phone record helps.

Captain, maybe, uh,

I can go back to her with a wire.

I mean, she offered me the 50 grand once.
Maybe she'll do it again. I don't know.

-Maybe I can get a confession.
-You're willing to do that?

Without a confession,

I mean, she didn't pull the trigger.

There's nothin' in her apartment,
nothin' in the dead guy's apartment.

It's real circumstantial.

Get a court order for the wire.

Uh, Mrs. Simmons,
your information was 100 percent--

See?

But I'm afraid
that we didn't find your Bentley.

-No?
-No.

Uh, fact is, Mrs. Simmons,

odds are pretty good
that Bentley has been...

Has departed.

Trouble is, Mrs. Simmons,

we found a couple of other
little guys in there,

uh, pets with no owners.

(meowing)

Isn't that the cutest
little fellow you ever saw, Mrs. Simmons?

-Huh?
-I want Bentley.

I hate to think what's gonna happen to him

if nobody claims him at the pound.

-(meowing)
-What kind of a police department is this

when you can't even protect
a poor pussycat?

(meowing)

You don't want him? I'll take him.

RENKO: Get on in there! Hey, get in there!

Hold it, hold it.
Anybody got change for a dollar?

Uh-uh! Uh-uh!

Sarge, you got a place
we can park this Zeppelin?

We're all filled up
with them restaurant people.

-Put him in a squad room.
-Restaurant?

Shut your snout, you feeder hog, you!

Hey, Leo, that guy looks like
the box you came in

before the diet.

I hate my diet!
Everything comes in packets!

-I'm hungry.
-Be quiet.

-Just sit down here, Jumbo.

What if I cook dinner for you tonight?

How would that be?
Your rain check from last time.

-Okay.
-Eight o'clock, home cookin', no packets.

Chief.

I need help with Neal Washington.

Neal Washington needs help
from Dale Carnegie.

The man came within a body hair
of being up on charges earlier today.

He quit.

Over this rookie business?

What do they want us to do,
give 'em all medals?

He felt it was wrong to punish
the rookie who came forward

as severely as the ones
who kept stonewalling.

In a more forgiving public atmosphere,

I might have considered the possibility.

I'd like to tell him you intend
to modify Garfield's punishment.

Frank, it's bad enough being
second-guessed by one of my captains,

but I will not tolerate it
from a beat cop!

I appreciate your position,

but I don't want to lose
one of my best detectives.

He's hot. He'll cool down.

I know the man. I don't think so.

(sighs) Don't these people
ever think about time?

Don't they ever realize
that pencils have erasers?

Meaning?

Meaning...

I suppose Garfield's punishment
might possibly be modified

in a few weeks at the
departmental review board.

I'm not above rethinking a decision.

I need something more definite.

Twenty one days suspension without pay

if he agrees to testify
at Buttman's trial,

and that's as definite
as it's going to get, Frank.

-May I tell that to Washington?
-Off the record.

It's a generous decision, Chief.

Thank you.

-He was really gonna quit?
-He felt he'd broken his word.

Hard to understand that kind of thinking.

What I'm gonna tell you is off the record.

They're willing to rescind
Garfield's termination

at the departmental review.

He'll get a 21-day suspension without pay.

-Says who?
-Chief Daniels.

Then why'd they put him
through all this, huh?

We're not gonna get into
a policy discussion here.

But I want you to reconsider
your resignation.

-It's not that simple, Captain.
-Excuse me, but it is that simple

unless you have some other agenda.

You want to commit occupational suicide?

You want to blow 14 years
toward a pension, be my guest.

That kid came forward
because of me, captain,

and the department shafted him!

And now they're willing to unshaft him.
What are you looking for?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm looking for somebody
to say they're sorry.

Maybe for once I want to see

someone admit that they were wrong.

Getting you exactly what?

Some satisfaction,
not looking like such a chump.

Neal, you stuck your neck out
for this kid.

I'm not sure I would have
under the circumstances.

You have my respect for that.

But if you can't let go now,
I mean, if you're holding out

because your ego says you need
some more, you lose me.

Points taken.

Points appreciated, captain.

Good.

-Coffee break?
-No way-- no food.

-Renko, you're still allowed.
-Lost my appetite, Robert.

That monstrous human
was like a nightmare vision.

The possible deadly future
of an unchecked Andrew Renko

ravaging the countryside
consuming everything in sight.

-That's him.
-What?

The guy, the slashin' guy this morning,
the guy with the hookers.

All right, I got him.

Stay behind him. Do not get next to him.

-Do not get next to him.
-(siren wails)

-(siren wails)
-Okay.

All right,
I want you to get out of your vehicle

with your hands above your head.

Keep 'em above your head.

-(gunshots)
-WOMAN: Get down! (screams)

(tires screech)

-Get him!
-(siren wails)

RENKO: 202 northbound
in alley west 2-9 street.

Armed, a dangerous suspect
with a blue Pontiac.

Shots fired at officers.
Repeat, shots fired at officers.

(tires screeching, siren wailing)

(gunshots)

Okay! Okay!

I'm coming out!

Don't shoot!

-Don't shoot!
-Up against that wall, man.

Get up against that wall, man!

He slashed a hooker.
Maybe he slashed 'em all, huh?!

You shot at me, too, didn't you, huh?

All right, you got
the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent,

anything you say can...

(indistinct chatter)

WOMAN: All right, let's get ready to roll.

Pats, S.I.D. wants everything we voucher.

-WOMAN: Ready, officer...
-Talk about a jerk,

it's full of women's underpants.

With me is Officer Andrew Renko
of Hill Street.

This is a remarkable story.

Just this morning on Morning Reports,

I made this cop out to be a goldbrick,

or maybe a donut brick.

This afternoon, two rounds were
fired at him, point-blank range,

by a maniac suspected
of murdering six women,

and Officer Renko perseveres
to apprehend the suspect.

Officer, please accept
this reporter's apologies, and, uh...

May I?

Why, thank you, ma'am.

Thank you very much.

I did Jeannette Brandon.

I did a red-haired whore named... Mary.

I did Tiffany Conlan.

I did Donna Smith.

And these are all women

who give their sexual favors
for mere money.

There'll be a lineup tomorrow

for a woman who was attacked this morning.

She said her name was Star.

She wanted 40 dollars.

She's filth.

Our strategy is to get you evaluated,
Mr. Platt.

Plus, we keep absolute silence.

Wait and see what they have.

Do you understand...

that I'm not... ashamed?

I understand.

(indistinct chatter)

Excuse me.

What?

Hey, we got some talkin' to do.

-Yeah? You're good at that.
-Hey, you showed up, didn't you?

You gotta have an idea that
I'm tryin' to straighten this out.

How about I got nothin' else goin'?

Aw, shut up, man.

Maybe you got more future than you see.

Now, I got somethin' to tell you, Ron,

and you're gonna have
to trust me on how I know.

Now I want you to lay low
until your D.R.B. review.

No mouth to the press.

If the department asks you to testify
against Buttman, you go ahead do it.

-Why?
-They're gonna give you a better deal.

Now there's been some talk
about the possibility

of a 21-day suspension without pay.

Tell me how you know.

I got friends, including my captain,

who has reason to believe
that's how it'll come down,

and that's all I can say.

Sure.

Got you sittin' up like
a damn dog, don't they?

-What do you mean by that?
-I mean, here you are

tryin' to make me believe how lucky I am

that they're only gonna
suspend me for 21 days

-for tellin' the damn truth!
-Na-uh!

Suspension's for what happened to Swan
and for lying about it afterwards.

If I'd lied and stuck with it,
I wouldn't be in this mess!

Now you listen to me, kid.

What you did in that back room was wrong,
for a cop or anybody else.

Now, you comin' forward doesn't mean
that you don't have to deal with it.

Now, they're handin' you back your career.

Now, you can sulk and think
that they did you wrong,

and then you're gonna be the kind of cop

who's always got a reason,
always an excuse.

Or you can use this
as a chance to start over.

Be a cop who considered he made a mistake
and tries to learn from it.

Now, that's how I hope you go.

Good collar on those hooker killings.

You gonna be ready
for the grand jury tomorrow?

On this morning's attack
and the three other killings,

but there's no link to connect him
with the murder of Lois Jordan.

He's certainly a suspect.

Not if Buttman killed her.

Can you prove that, Frank?
Because if you can't,

I've got a serial killer
stone cold in this hand,

Randy Buttman pleading
to a rape-assault in this.

And that's by me a good day's work.

Well, can we get Platt
to deny he killed Lois?

Single out one murder for denial?

He'd be indicting himself
inferentially in all the others.

-No, no, competent counsel
-(knocking)

would never allow it.

Excuse me, gentlemen,

Mr. Platt awaits the discovery process.

Till then, no deals, no statements.

Come and get us.

And Mr. Platt has competent counsel.

And Buttman gets away with murder.

What you you rather, Lieutenant--

a cosmetic murder trial
or putting the guy away?

Come on, Frank, I gave you the day.

If Buttman's attorney gets wind

that you made a bust
in these hooker killings...

He'll want to renege
on Buttman's plea bargain.

All right, put him away. Close it.

It's best.

You know, sometimes "best"
just doesn't seem good enough.

The ball took a funny bounce.

You ready to move on Caroline Reynolds?

We have the order for a wire.

-(door closes)
-You want to take a little ride?

Ooh. Law-enforcement work, Frank?
I wouldn't miss it.

Ronald Garfield, sir. You got a moment?

I'll just be a minute, Irwin.

Yes, what?

I just wanted to say
that if there's gonna be any charges

against Officer Buttman,
I'm willing to testify.

That's good.

And I don't know how exactly,

but I think I've got you
to thank for something.

My understanding is you've been suspended.

Right. Right. Anyway--

Neal Washington is one
of my best detectives.

If anybody did anything, it was for him.

Anyway, I-I just want to say
I hope that maybe someday

I can be under your command.

A captain stands up for his men.

You have a ways to go before I'd want you.

I'll try to get there. Good night, sir.

-MAN: I'll be right there, Jim.
-WOMAN: That's police brutality!

Look at you.

Here, kitty. Here, kitty,
kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty.

-Sergeant.
-Kitty.

Sergeant, is this what you're looking for?

-Aha-ha.
-(meows)

Where did you disappear to,
you little devil?

He was under my desk,
using my leg as a scratching post.

(chuckles) You had me worried sick.

(meows)

(doorbell rings)

Can I come in?

I had to see you to apologize.

It was like I got hit with a tidal wave.

I don't know what the hell was happening.

Baby, just tell me it's not over for us.

You know it is.

Okay.

I understand what happened here,

but it doesn't have
to be too late for this.

Now, whatever happened with your husband,

whatever put that guy
in your apartment last night--

Say what you mean, John.

-LARUE: All right, Caroline.
-So much for a general confession.

Nice try, J.D.

I'm sayin' okay, forget the evidence.

There's explanations for all of it,

even the phone call last night,
which you might want to know,

I lifted a clean fingerprint
off the receiver.

-What fingerprint?
-LARUE: How am I comin' through?

I don't know what you're talking about.

How am I comin' through
if I say 50 grand's not enough

for me to sit on the evidence?

Like a blackmailer.

You sayin' you didn't offer it
to me before?

I offered you a loan
because your career was in jeopardy.

Now you turn it into a shakedown.

You're a stone lyin' bitch, lady!

Oh, God, you ought to be president!

-CAROLINE: I really don't understand...
-We've got as much as we're gonna get,

Frank. He's losing it.

CAROLINE: And I don't know
what I ever did to be...

-Take her.
-...talked to in this ugly way.

It was a setup from the jump,
right, Caroline?

How'd you pick me out, huh?

Guy most likely to follow
his sword into battle?

I think you ought to go.

We're both gonna go. You're under arrest.

-(knocking on door)
-Come in.

You're ready to sit still
for the bust, too, ain't you, baby?

You figured you'd have
to sit still for it.

Shouldn't you read me my rights?

You have the right to remain silent.

And you were afraid
I wasn't gonna get to try

a no-win murder case.

Maybe she'll be overcome by remorse.
Maybe she'll confess.

The only way she was
ever gonna get punished

is if we left her alone with LaRue.

Five more minutes, he'd have killed her.

Five more minutes, he'd have believed her.

Full?

Good.

Was that okay?

I don't know. (chuckles) I-I guess.

Maybe... yeah.

-Again?
-Uh-huh.

Oh, Leo, you are hot.

You have no idea how many times
I've imagined this moment.

Wait. Stop.

Why?

I can't.

It's wrong.

Says who?

I'm-I'm sorry.

It's because I'm plain, isn't it?

It has nothing to do with that.
I don't think you're plain.

Leo, you are not even married anymore,

and she's still looking
over your shoulder.

I-I can't help it.

-I still love her.
-And what am I then?

Some slut you think
you can just come over here

and scrounge a hot meal
and a cheap thrill off of, is that it?

No! You're great.

You're kind.
You're, you're extremely sensuous.

It's just...

the woman owns me, Natalie,
heart and soul.

I'm sorry.

Don't keep apologizing, Leo.

-Okay.
-Just leave.

The casserole was first-rate.

(indistinct conversations)

MAN: Hey, Neal!

Hey, what's happenin'?

I hear you're back on the payroll.

Yeah, hear you are, too.

Yeah, they took me off
the "10 most wanted list"

and slapped an "injudicious conduct"
on my jacket.

I'll never make chief.

(chuckles)

Well, look at the bright side of it, babe.

It's still LaRue, 97, women, one.

Hey, Jerry, let me get
a shot and a beer, okay?

-You got it.
-Twice.

For you. It's been a long day.
You gotta drink for both of us.

(chuckles) Thanks, Jerry.

Hit me again with the seltzer, Jerry.

I gotta tell you, this seltzer,
it's a real pick-me-up.

Ahh.

WILLIAMS (on TV):
I made this cop out to be a goldbrick.

Or maybe a donut brick.

This afternoon,
two rounds were fired at him,

point-blank range, by a maniac...

-Bum one day, hero the next.
-Mm.

...Officer Renko perseveres
to apprehend the suspect.

Thanks for the cocoa, Joyce.
You're more than welcome.

...please accept
this reporter's apologies...

Thank you.

-Honeymoon over that soon?
-WILLIAMS: May I?

-Imagine it.
-RENKO: Why, thank you, ma'am.

A woman gets her lover
to kill her husband,

cons LaRue into killing her lover,
and we can't lay a glove on her.

Gotta roll with the punches, big guy.

Some weeks everybody
gets away with murder.

-Yeah, great.
-Read the cup.

MAN (on TV): It said midnight tomorrow
is the strike deadline

if no settlement is reached.

"Don't bring the office home."

Mm.

...an insult
to the health care professionals...

-His and hers?
-Definitely.

...willingness to negotiate
around the clock to reach agreement.

Visual aids.

(turns off TV)

I like the concept.

This friendly reminder
is also offered in Braille.

(laughter)

(closing theme playing)