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(chattering)

Okay, let's go, come on, people!

Order!

Item one. Order!

Item one. Drug wars.

Night tour at County
has three dead junkie males.

Brings the week's OD count to 14.

Also got shootouts,
at, uh, Oswaldo's Carniceria

as well as an after-hours joint
over on East Utica,

that Special Narcotics
is calling war-related.

Four dead, in these incidents.

Brings the assigned dead number to 18.

For the record...

from Division.

"The so-called Colombian wars or drug wars
are being investigated by,

"and all cases or incidents
suspected of bearing a relation to same

should be referred
to Division Special Narcotics."

Yeah? What are they doing about it?

You ain't a woman, Sergeant.

It's a... it's a Special Narcotics matter,

it's a Police Intelligence matter,

but the bodies keep showing up
in our precincts.

-WOMAN: That's right.
-(chattering)

LUCY: Glad you could make it.

RENKO: Baby boys like you
can't afford to be late.

(chattering, hooting)

Item two.

Uh, this a.m. also marked the passing on,

the untimely passing on
of the Reverend Booker Simon.

The reverend was killed
trying to dissuade the theft

of his imported German automobile.

I understand that the reverend
was a pillar of this community.

Stolen vehicle is a 1984 silver 325e. Heh.

The reverend also knew his wheels.

Night shift detectives
Russell and Sullivan are assigned,

Lieutenant Goldblume is in charge.

Item three, continuing operations.

Mike Belker's undercover
at Hudson Auto Parts.

Officer Coffey, Sergeant Bates,
Detective Garibaldi and Mayo

are on hooker patrol in the red quarter
at Dekker and 116th.

-(whispers)
-Men are johns, women make the pops.

Item four-- Oh.

Um, third tour officers are reminded,

you've only got two weeks left
to re-qualify for pistol usage.

Now, if you ignored
the noticed in your box...

this is your last shot.

-(groaning)
-(scattered boos)

All right. Okay, people. Let's, uh...

Let's get out there. Let's...

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

Let's roll.

Nothing like that old-time religion
and a BMW to deliver the good word.

He was a good man, Renko.

(chattering)

It's a classic Millsian equation, Henry.

Excess competition,
too much product chasing too few dollars

with a resulting rise in product quality.

More drugs, no more money.
Better drugs to compete for that money.

So when are you gonna give me my TV back?

Mr. Coleman, I have told you--

I am making a career of telling you
your television is evidence,

and I'm trying to persuade

the district attorney's office
to authorize its return.

When?

I'm sorry, I just can't say.

I took a second job
just so's I could pay for that TV.

Ain't bad enough I get it from out there,
you people stick it to me from this side.

You just don't let up!

You got a problem here, Mrs. Furillo?

You're the problem!
You people are the problem!

Now, let's calm down now here, sir.

You calm down!

I want my TV!

Is that your TV over there?

(grunts)

Thanks.

You can get up now, Mrs. Furillo.

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 song playing)

(siren blaring)

-Good morning, sir.
-Overdose?

-Yeah, for a change.
-Who's that?

Name's Carlos Saldana,
he's a nickel dealer.

Personally, I don't think this guy
had anything to do with it.

You're comin' at me, man,
you're comin' at the wrong guy.

You came to us, Carlos.
You came walking out that door.

Cat's gotta live someplace, right?

-Look, you wanna know what happened?
-Yeah.

CARLOS: All right, say five guys
want to score a deck, right?

One of 'em's gotta be the guinea pig
because the stuff is just so strong,

and, uh, looks like it
was his turn today, that's all.

If you sold it to him,
you're a murderer, Carlos.

Hey, all I did was live in this building,
man, get up and go to breakfast.

You'd be doing everybody a favor
popping these Colombians, man.

They are moving 20 percent doojie
to street junkies.

No, it's busting the market,
just making trouble for everybody.

Cat cops from me, knows what he's getting.

Yeah, a bunch of garbage.

Absolutely.

It's gonna buzz 'em a little,
but it's gonna keep 'em alive.

Don't be knocking garbage, man.

Garbage lets you scuffle another day.

You the arresting officer?

No, Officer Hill.

Yeah.

-What's your name?
-Harry.

Hang on a second.

Sorry, where were we?

Uh, we were wondering if you were working.

-Anything's possible.
-All right, what's a taste?

Thirty. Twelve for the room.

Sorry kid, I'm a cop.

-Oh, no.
-Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it.

-Top Dog, we got a pickup.
-Do you have to arrest me?

Uh-huh. You're too young to be doing this.

You know, you seem like a nice lady, Lana.

-Hate to have to do this.
-Hate to do what, honey?

I'm a cop. You're under arrest.

-I don't believe it.
-Yeah, well, believe it.

2203, I got one.

-Get a disease.
-Come on.

The death of Booker Simons
represents a loss for all of us

inspired by his work as a leader
of the Hill community,

and a champion of the underprivileged.

The police department intends
to find Booker Simons' killer.

-Progress on the Simons murder, Captain?
-No comment.

You want to buy a scorecard
on the drug war, Captain?

No comment on that subject, either.

Sleep in this morning, Frank?

I want access to department intelligence
on those Colombian dealers.

We've gone around
in this circle before, Frank.

(sighs) Precinct's turning
into a graveyard.

It's a citywide problem.
It's better coordinated out of Division.

Frank, these vermin'll
be killing each other tomorrow, too.

Now, who've we got on the Simons killing?

Call was taken by the night shift,
Henry Goldblume is supervising.

Henry?

I want us aggressive on this, Frank.

The Reverend was a good man
with a substantial constituency.

Track the Simons investigation for me.

Professional job.

Thief disconnected the car alarm.

Reverend Simons was awakened
by his dog barking, went outside.

His wife heard shots, two gunshots.

When she got to the window,
the car was driving away,

she got outside,
her husband was dead in the street.

Description?

No description from Mrs. Simons
or the neighbor.

Okay, if it was professional

there's no way that car
is still in one piece.

Your ongoings list a chop shop undercover.

We need at least a week
to mature to this operation, Chief.

We're after suppliers
as well as the garage operator.

Frank, I want a way to that car thief.

G-O-O...

Not how it's spelled.

You said "Goo."

It's pronounced "Goo,"
but it's spelled "G-U-E."

Lose something?

(chuckles) Haven't we met before?

I work Dekker and 116th.

Uh, no, no, no, I mean, during a--
During a previous arrest.

Uh... sorry.

Another lady of the morning for you, Leo.

-Hi, kid.
-Hi.

This way Miss, uh... "Gway."

"Goo." "Gway" is how it's spelled.

Yeah, sure, toots.

Neal, J.D., we're gonna make
arrests at Hudson Auto Parts.

But that's Belker's undercover.

He's just setting it up, Captain.

This is not a debate, Detective.

Your captain will explain
what we're after.

Chief.

-Mrs. Simons?
-Yes?

Fletcher Daniels. Deepest sympathies.

Are you going to catch the man
who killed my husband, Chief Daniels?

We're going to bring every resource
of this department

to bear on doing just that.

You're in good hands here.

I've never trusted that man.

Mrs. Simons, is there anything
else I can do for you?

Grateful, your giving me
these claim forms.

No, I mean anything-- anything more?

There were so many people who thought
so much of your husband, myself included.

You can't give him back to me.

-Please excuse me.
-Oh, of course.

Please keep me informed of the progress.

I will.

(door closes)

MAN: Knock when you're done, Lieutenant.

It's cold.

I thought maybe you'd like
a cup of coffee.

Thanks.

That's a big gun.

Well, it, uh, does the job.

So, uh... you're a prostitute.

You know, being a prostitute
is nothing to be ashamed of.

It's a time-honored profession.

A victimless offense at worst.

Oh, yeah? Then how come I'm in here?

(chuckles) Well, if it were up to me,
you wouldn't be.

Unfortunately, you ran afoul

of the guardians
of this unenlightened society.

So how come you keep
staring at my breasts?

Oh, inadvertently, I assure you, uh...

I'm nearsighted.

You're horny.

I beg your pardon?

You're a horny cop looking for a freebie.

I have never gotten a freebie in my life.

That is to say that I that I have never

tried to take unfair advantage
in a situation.

Well, take advantage of these, buster.

You get me out of here, and I'll let you
do a lot more than just stare.

Madam, restrain yourself.

What are you gonna do, arrest me?

Oh, Judas.

(tools buzzing loudly)

Hey.

Come on. Come on, hey!

Hey! Come on!

Come on, the serial number's right there.
You gotta bear down.

I'm going as fast as I can.

And I'm tellin' you, pick up the pace.

We turn these jobs over in two hours.

That's ten minutes to lose serial numbers
or you'll foul up the works.

-All right.
-And you are flunking this test!

All right.

-(horn honks)
-What's that? There's nobody scheduled.

Police, everybody freeze! Get him!

Hey, you, out! You, out!

Come on out!

It's me, LaRue! It's me!

(panting)

You're saying you couldn't drop
a dime to warn me?

We tried, the line was busy.

So you call back!

Hey, go chew on the captain's leg, okay?

Our orders were to take this dump fast
and get that slop to roll over.

Not good enough.

I'm tellin' you, I know nothing
about the death of no reverend,

and I did not commission
the theft of no silver 325e!

We're giving you a chance here, Tony.
Don't be stupid twice, man.

Well, believing that little crumb
was a grease monkey was my first mistake.

Concentrate, Tony,

'cause a metal bimbo like you
has gotta work real hard to follow.

Now, maybe you didn't put out the order
to take that car last night

and maybe it wasn't pieced out here--

It definitely was not!

Okay, but you're still had on multiple
counts of receiving stolen property

and you do know guys
who specialize boosting certain makes.

-It's a possibility.
-Stay tuned, Tony.

We want the guy who took the reverend's
car 'cause he also croaked him.

And we want to catch him doing a crime
so we can get a warrant for his apartment

so we can look for evidence
into the reverend's death.

You're gonna put the word out
that you want a 325e.

Whoever delivers, we're gonna pop 'em.

For that I walk?

For that, you waddle.

You're gonna tell 'em there's a two grand
bonus if it's delivered by four.

Let me make some calls.

-Top floor.
-Mr. Foster, I repeat,

I'm in no mood for jokes,
practical or otherwise,

this high above sea level, sir.

It ain't no joke, officer.

-Wait'll we-- (gags)
-(coughing)

See?

Ugh!

There's a body in there, minimum.

What do you mean, minimum?

-You ready?
-Yeah.

(both coughing, groaning)

All right, let's get 'em blankets
so they don't--

(gags)

(animal bleating)

(bleating)

Oh, lordy.

Imagine that.

Chief, does it bother you
that we may be commissioning

the theft of a citizen's automobile?

Sure the chop shop owner's gonna lead them
to the cars we put out,

that doesn't mean those are the ones
they're gonna steal.

Yeah, all right.

Okay, we'll just hope for the best.

-Authorization?
-Four bait cars.

I'll tell Neal and J.D.

Uh, they weren't able to tip Belker
about the bust.

Neal says Mick's a little hot.

Okay, next time I see him. Thanks, Henry.

Come on in here.

Come on, hey, hey, hey, come on.

-You weren't kidding.
-No, we were not kidding, Leo.

Me and my partner
are in dire need of fumigation.

And our unit smells like the inside
of my granddaddy's farm.

-Where do we put her?
-How do you know it's a she?

Tag here says "Fifi."
I assume that it's a female.

Holding cell for now.
I'll call the Humane Society.

This way, ma'am.

-Carla Walicki?
-She's in lineup.

Uh, here's her paperwork, Ms. Davenport.

You might want to check her ID.
If she's 18, I'm 80.

RENKO: Mrs. Doris Crandell?

This is Officer Andrew Renko
at Hill Street, Mrs. Crandell.

I'm afraid I have some very sorrowful news
with regard to your spouse.

-How old are you?
-Eighteen.

Any proof of that besides
your obviously forged driver's license?

What else do I need?

Have you held a job any place
where they'd have you on record?

I've been taking classes
at the Medical Careers downtown.

Training for hospital cafeteria.

My boyfriend, he's in mechanics classes.

We're gonna move out
to Long Beach, California

so he can start work
in the defense plants.

I want it so bad.

Just looked like working the streets
a few weeks was gonna be the fastest way.

Your boyfriend agree to this?

No. No, he didn't know.
He doesn't know anything about it.

But I just can't be here anymore.

Do you have family, Carla?

Father.

He's the one ought to be locked up.

He's why I have to go.

(breath shaking)

He's made relations with me
ever since I was 11 years old.

Miss, please, if they think I'm any
younger, they're gonna send me home.

Or to Juvenile Hall.
My friends say that's as worse as home.

I'm really 18, really.

Woman's prerogative.

What?

We'll see what we can do.

That's right, officers,
treat my clients like barnyard critters.

Pen 'em up with the animals.

It's a temporary situation, sir.

We're doing our best to clear it up.

-Among other things.
-(coughs)

-The forms you requested, Mr. Brown.
-Thanks.

What? What? Am I E.F. Hutton?

Jesus?

Jesus Martinez Jimenez, correct.

My apprentice.
Can we help you with something, Captain?

Yeah, may I borrow
Mr. Martinez Jimenez for a minute?

Yeah, as long as I'm being detained with
these hummer charges against my clients.

I think that guy's in one of my classes.

I go to school, I'm working paralegal
with Attorney Brown.

Eventually,
I plan to put up my own shingle.

Will you stop looking at me
as if I were a Martian, Frankie?

Got some whiskers, gained a few pounds
with a wife home cooking.

But I'm still Jesus.

Did you say a law school?

Night law school, correct.

Okay, where are your diplomas?

I may not be educated,
but I've had an education.

Diplomas, Jesus.
High school and college diplomas.

It came into my possession.

Maybe that's why I'm known
as Martinez Jimenez.

No good.

As long as I can pass the law courses,
who cares as if I didn't take biology?

You gonna blow the whistle on me?

Guys always getting educated.
I should try to get ahead.

All right, just don't represent
anybody around here, okay?

While in training?
It would be unethical, Frankie.

They're clean, Detective.

Mick?

You know I could've shot him?

I coulda shot LaRue.
And what's worse, he coulda shot me.

Henry said you weren't told that they were
gonna be moving on Yankovich.

MICK: Oh, that's correct.

I wanna know what the hell's going on.

Shift in priorities, Mick.

They were pushing for a way to the thief
who took the Reverend Simons' car.

I heard all that.

I'm waiting to hear about the department
protecting its men in the field,

'cause I am alone out their, Captain.

I'm swinging in the wind out there.

No excuses.

It was a mistake. I'm sorry.

But I want you back in that operation.

Yes, sir.

That memo was supposed to be read
before every roll call.

-Inspector, it got read.
-Then you disobeyed an order.

The guy died from Colombian smack.

Sir, we were sent out
on another call after the LD.

We were just gonna do the paperwork.

All right, listen to this.
All cases or incidents--

All cases or incidents suspected
of bearing a relation--

-to the Colombian drug wars--
-We seen that at roll call.

Inspector Keenan,
I'd like to see you in my office.

...Division Special Narcotics.
Whose side are you on, guys, huh?

I'm sick of this crap, I can't get any
information while it's usable.

(door shuts)

You have a problem with this precinct,
you bring it to me.

(bitter laugh)
Oh, I've got a problem, all right.

Let's hear it. I don't want you
out the grilling my uniforms.

These Colombians got no history.
They got no stable distribution network.

The only place I'm gonna nail
'em is in the streets.

And I'm getting zero cooperation
from the precinct.

And how much cooperation
have you been giving?

What's the matter, Furillo?

You afraid of getting Jerry Fuchs's
carcass out from behind our necks?

Afraid we might get on our feet again?

No, I want you on your feet again.

I want vice and narcotics
out of my squad room.

But you people keep making
the same mistake over and over again.

You want us to do your scut work,

then you handle your cases
as if you were the Kremlin.

You calling me a damn communist?

I'm saying you conduct your investigations
behind closed doors.

Then you wonder why the precincts
don't do somersaults trying to help you.

Twelve of those 17 deaths
were in my precinct,

yet I haven't received
one phone call from you

regarding the status of the investigation.

It's not Jerry Fuchs
hanging around your neck.

It's your trying to rehabilitate
your reputation

at the expense of good police work.

I want those reports in two hours.
All right?

I'll ask my men to get them
to you as quickly as they can.

No, two hours,
or I'm gonna make this case, Furillo.

All right?

I put four showroom 325es
on the street, J.D.

You promised me paper.

Rob, you got the chief's
personal guarantee.

A hundred bucks per unit per day,
all damages, retail compensation for loss.

-What, the chief's got writer's cramp?
-They gotta draw up the papers!

My own brother-in-law.
You want me to sign something?

Oh, yeah, sure.
I'm really low on toilet paper.

Them taking one of his cars.
That ain't part of my deal, is it?

-Not your part of it, Tony.
-These guys are real picky.

They may case a piece a couple
weeks before they boost it.

(horn honking)

Could be a bingo.

MAN: All right, take your stations.

Open the door.

(power tools whirring)

TONY: Hey, Louis.

Where you want it, Tony?
Bonus before 4:00, am I right?

-Jail.
-MICK: Police officers, you're under--

-Hey! Hey!
-(tires screeching)

Backups, suspect is--

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)

(sirens approaching)

(grunts)

Dirt bag!

MICK: You are under arrest.

My husband was an eccentric man.
There's no point in denying it.

Well, uh, ma'am,
we all have our little habits.

He disappeared two
and three days at a time.

Never this long, though. Never a week.

I knew something was wrong.

Is this Mrs. Crandall?

Yeah, Sergeant.

Ma'am, Humane is here.

Awkward as it is, there's a question
of ownership of the animal.

There was an animal involved?

(clears throat) Yeah.

Ma'am, there was a...

-Sheep.
-...sheep in the room.

I-It may not have belonged
to your husband.

No, it was probably Charlie's.

That men cared for every wounded creature.

Well ma'am,
are you going to take ownership?

No. No, I won't.

I like animals, but I'm not a fanatic
the way Charlie was.

It's gonna be hard enough with Binky.

-Binky?
-Binky?

That little schnauzer loved his master so.

MICK: Louis Clay, auto theft and resist.

Henry, mighta helped you
with this Simons killing.

We just busted a guy boosting
a 325e, Louis Clay.

Only way to warrant his apartment
is the garage owner verifies

he's a specialist stealing that make.

Hey, owner says he'll verify.

Call it in, will you, J.D.?
I want to get the captain up to speed.

-Good job.
-Right.

Got a warrant.

-Henry.
-What's up, Fay?

Did I hear John LaRue say there's been
an arrest in the Reverend Simons killing?

-A Louis Clay?
-No.

-I thought I--
-We're booking an auto theft suspect.

I don't know what he'll be charged with.

-Phone call, Mrs. Furillo.
-Thanks, Natalie.

-Did I misunderstand--
-Look, I'm a little busy right now, Fay,

And you're not supposed to be asking
questions like that.

Well, excuse me for living, mister.

Victim's Aid.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Simons.

Well... in absolute confidence,
there may be some progress.

Does it look as if Clay
might be cooperative?

Let's try him.

Captain, they towed the car
that Clay stole to impound.

No registration. We're running the plates.

Stan, what public defenders
do we have to do intake?

I'm afraid none, Captain.

-(phone ringing)
-They're all in court.

Captain, we got the warrant
on Clay's apartment.

-Okay, you and Neal.
-Yes, sir.

-The A-toss, J.D.
-Gotcha, Captain.

-(phone hangs up)
-Captain, officer down.

Impound lot, 119th.

(siren wails)

Hello, Captain.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Push it out of the way.

OFFICER: They were rabid.
They were ethnics.

Think they were Latin.

They shot us,
and they went right for that car.

They tried to drive it away,
but we had it booted.

They couldn't drive it. They had a torch.

Look, I've gotta get him
to the damn hospital.

Go, go.

Only thing missing is the door.
It has to be drugs.

Had to be drugs stashed in the door.

Look at the level of violence.
This is them animals.

Description did say Latin.

You got the guy
who stole the car in custody.

Louis Clay.

KEENAN: This could be the break.

We find out where he stole the car from,
we got away to these dealers.

Why don't we lean on Clay
for that address, Frank?

I want to question him, Chief.

Clay's also a murder suspect
in my precinct.

He's gonna be questioned
by my detectives first.

Fine, no problem.

You don't mind if I'm
in the precinct house.

Next on the calendar, 27-2752,
Carla Walicki, solicitation.

JUDGE: Application, Mr. DA?

Arrested on a prostitution sweep,
Your Honor.

People request a hundred
dollars or 30 days.

-(coughing)
-JOYCE: A word, Your Honor?

Approach.

(coughing continues)

The defendant is 18 years old,
Ms. Davenport?

Best outcome would be to allow Ms. Walicki
to plead as an adult, Your Honor,

My understanding is
the family situation is not a healthy one.

-(coughing)
-Ms. Walicki intends to pursue

legitimate job opportunities
in California.

-Do we believe her?
-We give her the benefit of the doubt.

Any objection to reducing it
to Disorderly Conduct?

No objection, Your Honor.

Stand back.

(coughing continues)

JUDGE: This, uh, court understands that
you intend to move California, young lady.

CARLA: That's right, sir.

JUDGE: And you have gainful employment
waiting for you there?

CARLA: Yes, sir. Um, my fiancé does, too.

JUDGE: Well, I sincerely
hope that's the case,

because if you appear before this court
another time on solicitation,

I guarantee you,
I'm not gonna be very sympathetic.

Disorderly Conduct, how do you plead?

Guilty, sir.

A twenty dollar fine.
Good luck in California.

-(bangs gavel)
-Next case.

27-2753, Lotta "Guay." Solicitation.

Gue.

JUDGE: Mr. DA?

Repeat offender, Your Honor,
60 days or two hundred dollars.

JUDGE: Mm-hm. Okay, Mr. Brown.

How does Ms., uh, Gue plead?

Martinez Jimenez, Your Honor.

-Jesus Martinez Jimenez.
-JUDGE: Sorry.

Mr. Brown's got a frog in his throat.

Okay, Mr. Martinez Jimenez,
how does she plea?

Uh, we go with Finken v. Green,
Your Honor.

No, no, I asked for a plea,
not a precedent.

JESUS: Ah, oh. Plea, huh?

(muttering in Spanish)

-Finken v.--
-Guilty, Your Honor.

-I'll try not to do it anymore.
-JUDGE: Two hundred dollar fine.

Your next offense
is a 90-day incarceration, Ms. Gue.

I hear, Your Honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Mr. Martinez Jimenez.

-(gavel thuds)
-JUDGE: Next case.

Uh, Ms. Davenport,

you're urgently requested
to return to Hill Street Station.

How many more have you got?

Just Mr. Sloan for vagrancy, Your Honor.

Okay, released on recognizance.
Mr. Sloan, go and sin no more!

(bangs gavel) Ten minute recess.

(people murmuring)

Is my husband all right?

Just said they wanted you up there,
Ms. Davenport.

Thank you.

Uh, Robert Silver.

They just rotated me over
from tax court for 30 days.

Uh, Martinez Jimenez.

I don't know what happened to my man,
Brown, he must've strangled.

Uh, what was that precedent
you were citing?

-Fifken versus--
-No, no, no.

You in the Courts. By Finken V. Green.

He wrote the whole damn book.

This is Joyce Davenport.

Sergeant Jablonski,
is my husband all right?

Good. I'm on my way.

-BILLY: Why'd you do it?
-CARLA: Please, Billy.

BILLY: You make me sick. You're garbage.

Billy, I'm sorry, I only did it
so we can get to California.

8-Tramp! You whore!
-Billy!

What, were you selling
yourself in the streets?

(sobs)

FRANK: Yes, I told you-- Right, thank you.

-You get an address from Clay yet?
-No, he's still in with--

Neal and J.D. are still working on him.

Well, we may have been the Simons killing.

Police labs say the bullets
from the piece in his apartment

are a caliber match,
match on gross examination

How long before full ballistics results?

-Testing now.
-(snaps fingers)

How'd you like to live right
for once, gentlemen?

Get an address from Clay
that gives us these dealers

plus sandbag him on a murder conviction.

LaRue and Washington know not
to mention the Simons case?

Yes.

All right.

The bargain is, the dealer's address
in exchange for immunity,

only on the car Clay stole today.

Not the murder he did last night.

They understand that.

Well, make damn sure, Frank.

I want these dealers.

I want to send a message loud and clear

that no one shoots down my cops
in cold blood and gets away with it.

But if I do it by trading away
a conviction on the Simons killing,

they'll crucify me.

Such a thing as being too smart, Louis.

Not till she gets here.

Amen, Louis.
You don't have to say word one.

You'd just better hope
that we still need that information.

Hey, what's that?

Oh, look, it's Louis's deal,
heading south.

I'm not saying anything without my lawyer.

See, Louis you fell into it, man.

The people you boosted that car
from today, they wasted some cops.

Now, all you got to do
is tell us were you got it.

It's not every day you can walk away
from Grand Theft Auto, Louis.

And you can believe
we're not waiting on you, Louis.

You can believe that
we're out looking for these guys.

You'd better hope we don't find 'em.

Look, I'm not saying I don't want a deal.

-J.D.: Tick-tock, Louis.
-Will you just wait?

Will you just let me think a minute.

Oh, take all the time you need.

As long as you don't
outsmart yourself, Louis.

Leo, could you get Louis Clay
out of holding, please?

I think he's already in Interrogation A.

-FAY: Please, listen to me.
-Where is he? Were is Louis Clay?

Mrs. Simons, you shouldn't have come here.

Please, where is the man
who killed my husband?

I want to see his face.

-I just want to look into his eyes.
-Come over here.

Come over here and sit with me.

-Let's have it, Louis.
-Play ball.

(door opens)

End of discussion, gentlemen.
Mr. Clay, I'm your attorney.

Where were you, lady?

Hey, no thumbscrews, Ms. Davenport.
We were just having a talk with Louis.

I have to talk to the men outside
about your case, Mr. Clay.

You keep your mouth shut until I get back.

-That's what I've been doing.
-Yeah, he's great at that.

Joyce, nobody's going behind your back.
Clay had information we needed.

He has leverage on that car he stole

only as long as that information
is current.

My detectives wanna make sure
he understood that.

Has my client been charged in
all the crimes in which he's a suspect?

Figure we're trying to get him
on the Jimmy Hoffa killing?

How about the killing of Booker Simons?

Son of a--

You've got a leak in your boat, Captain.

If time is so precious, gentlemen,

let's stop shooting each other
through the grease.

Any bargain has to be comprehensive.

We give up Clay in exchange
for a street number,

this community is gonna run riot.

I have to have that address.

What do I hear?

How about if Clay gets immunity
on the crime he did today

and if he gets charged
in the Simons killing,

the maximum will be
voluntary manslaughter.

How much time?

FRANK: No, no, no,
the deal's on the charge.

Jury'll have to determine the sentence.

That's as good as it's gonna get,
Ms. Davenport.

As it is, I'm gonna need
a place to fall on this.

I want you to find that leak, Captain.
I want it fixed.

I need a couple of minutes
to lay it out for Clay.

No more than that.

(toilet flushing)

-Henry.
-Frank.

What's up?

Boy, I tell you, it's like something
out of Police Gazette.

We set out bait cars,
trying to get Louis Clay,

instead he snags another car,
which just happens to have

about a zillion dollars' worth
of smack hidden in the door.

-Street value.
-Suddenly, out of nowhere,

I have the biggest drug epidemic
I've ever seen

married to the Reverend Simons
murder case.

Wait a second, five minutes ago,
Fletcher Daniels

was turning cartwheels
about this wedding. What happened?

Well, what happened was that J.D. or Neal
must've shot his mouth off

about Clay being a suspect
in the Simons murder

because Joyce just got a hold of it
and took us to the cleaners.

Frank?

I wouldn't come down
too hard on Neal or J.D.

I'm not sure what you do with it, but I--

I know Fay had Clay's name earlier today.

She asked me if he was connected
to the Simons shooting.

-And you told her?
-No, I didn't.

But she could've put two and two together
and told Simons' wife.

The woman was just outside raising hell.

Should we have him sign anything?

Give us the damned address.

Not necessary, Mr. Clay.

You're lucky I cased it.

Greasers live on Fulmer.

Between Arnold and 98th,
north side, middle of the street.

-Give us an address.
-I don't know the number.

I-- I can show it to you.

Put him in a car.

J.D.: Come on. Come on.

That's him, isn't it?
That's the man who killed Booker!

-Murderer! Murderer!
-J.D., J.D., let's go.

Come on, take it easy.

-Murderer!
-Take it easy, ma'am.

(crying) Lord forgive him--

Lord forgive him for what I can't!

-(indistinct chatter)
-MAN: People, clear this area. Move back.

-(helicopter circling)
-Come on, move back.

MAN (on radio):
Blue Fox One to Fox Leader.

Third floor.
Request permission to examine.

Stand by, Blue Fox One.

-BLUE FOX ONE: All right.
-We're ready, Frank.

Talk to them, Howard.

Frank, if they shot people down in cold
blood in that impound lot--

Just do it.

MAN: Anyone not on police business,
clear this area immediately.

(sighs, clears throat)

Residents on the fourth floor,
this is the police--

(gunfire)

Ballantine, prepare to deploy tear gas.

Blue Fox One, move two counts
after the canisters go in.

You ready, Ballantine?

-Yes, sir.
-Now.

-(glass breaks)
-(gunfire)

Take 'em, Blue Fox One.

HUNTER: Cease fire.

(helicopter continues circling)

All right, back-ups, move out.

(indistinct chatter)

(sirens approaching)

(faint radio chatter)

Of course you know, I ain't gonna be able
to submit the final bill

until we do a complete overhaul
on all of those cars,

you know, check out the wear and tear--

Oh, yeah, never can tell
what kind of wear and tear

being parked four hours could do.

What, am I gonna get a hard time now?

You gonna squeeze me on my vouchers?

Rob, look, you did the department a favor.
Go ahead and goose the bill.

Just don't insult their intelligence.

Mr. Nelson,
we picked up three of the four cars.

What do you mean, three of the four?

You sure you give us the right address
on that mocha sedan?

Of course I gave you the right address.

-Where was it parked?
-Utica and 123, I put it there myself.

Hey, J. D., I'm still covered
if that car gets boosted.

You know, I think after 4:00,
that's a tow zone.

AR-15, shrapnel grenades,

they had enough hardware in there
to start a war, which is what they got.

Captain, got word that
Officer Cooney's gonna make it.

-Thanks, Stan.
-You know, I served with Cooney

at Polk Avenue.

Got six months left, he was gonna
loaf it out at the impound lot.

Funny, huh?

Was it bad out there, Lieutenant?

I don't know if I suspect
that our heroin plague

is over though, Sergeant.

Confirmation from ballistics.
Clay's gun killed Simons.

Charge him. Voluntary manslaughter.

-Voluntary manslaughter?
-That's the charge, Henry.

Fay, my office.

What's the matter?

How did the Reverend Simons' widow
find out

we had a suspect on her husband's death?

-Why are you asking me?
-Why do you think?

Did you tell her we had a suspect, Fay?

Don't shout at me! Yes.

And I'm sorry she created that scene.

I'm used to seeing grief.
It's part of my job.

I'm not used to plea-bargaining
a murder case down to manslaughter

because you decide to scratch the itch
of your good intentions.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means there was premature exposure
of Louis Clay

as a suspect in the Simons case.

It means that Louis Clay's
plea bargain might not have

included the Reverend's murder
if you had kept your mouth shut!

Oh, my God.

You capitalized on personal relationships
to get that information, Fay,

and then you behaved unprofessionally
once you had it.

-Well, what do you want me to do?
-I-I don't know.

You want me to quit?

I want you to realize your mistake.

I want you to understand
your responsibilities.

I'm supposed to be
the victims' aid, Frank.

And every day,
I see victims I can't aid at all.

That's no excuse.

I know it's no excuse.

I just need you to understand,

this woman called me on the phone

and I could hear
the pain in her voice, I--

I just wanted to offer her
some kind of consolation.

I was wrong to do it.

It can't happen again.

If it does, you won't have to quit.

Good night.

Good night.

Fay, Fay,
the district attorney's office called.

They released Mr. Coleman's TV
from Property.

Well, I'll have to call Mrs. Coleman.
Mr. Coleman's under psychiatric care.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

"Lieutenant"? Are you angry with me?

No, I-I just think that--

Here, I should call you Lieutenant.

All right.

He's here.

Did you sort it out?

-He just wouldn't listen. I tried--
-Carla.

Life is what happens
while you're waiting for life to start.

Every day you keep going the way you were,
makes it that much harder to walk away.

I stopped. I'll never do it again.

Billy?

The, uh, whore said you wanted to see me.
Did she put you up to this?

I'm not going to pretend this isn't
something serious in your lives, Billy.

You obviously have to decide for yourself
how you feel about what happened.

But however misguidedly,

Carla just wanted to help
the two of you make a new start.

A new start with a hooker?

I'm not saying what she did was right.
But she wanted to make a life with you.

She thought this was a way to it.

I hope you work it out.

Well, deja Gue.

-What?
-To what do we owe this pleasure?

Soliciting, Leo.

Today just ain't my day.

Harry, do you mind if I have a brief word
with your suspect?

I don't know, Lieutenant.

-Go.
-It's "Gue."

"Go," as in "leave."

-What about the cop who arrested me--
-I'll take care of it.

-What do I have to do?
-Nothing.

It's a freebie. Go on.

Case materials on the Colombians.
Your bust, your paperwork...

(slaps desk) ...our pen.

What's the matter with you?

Mother Keenan didn't raise good losers.

I don't feel like a winner, Joe.

Oh, sure, it's just one big department,
isn't it?

"I'm only thrilled
they're off the streets."

Why don't you take
your white hat off, Frank?

What do you want?
What'd you come up here for?

Working this case is the...

first time I felt like a cop
since coming downtown.

It's a different job, Joe.

Oh, yeah. (chuckles)

Yes, sir, downtown.

Downtown--
You know what downtown is, Frank?

Watching Daniels play
both ends against the middle.

Getting half stiff lunch.

Try to be the one he lies to.

No.

Once you stop being a good cop,
that's when all the other stuff starts.

You can't be a good cop, Frank.

Cannot be a good cop, that's--
that's how you get in trouble.

What stuff? What do you mean?

Oh... you wouldn't understand.

Glad we made the case.
You ought to get those blinds cleaned.

(thunder rumbling faintly)

Going home?

I had to tell him, Fay.

I know.

I'm not angry at you, Henry.

I just feel ashamed.

-Tomorrow's another day.
-(sighing)

I keep telling myself that.

I guess I don't believe it.

Come on, lift yourself up.
We make mistakes, that's how we learn.

This wasn't just a mistake, Henry.

And I keep thinking,
if I'd been anybody else but his ex-wife,

he'd have fired me on the spot.

Okay. Look, Fay, I'm not gonna tell you

that personal relationships
don't matter, they do.

But I also know that
Frank wouldn't keep you on

if he didn't feel you were doing
a damn fine job.

-Really?
-Yes. He's too good a cop.

Thank you, Henry.

You got time for a drink?

I wish.

I gotta go home and feed the kids.

Okay.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Lieutenant...

Chief of Police Fletcher Daniels

had this reaction
to the controversial plea bargain.

This afternoon, the police department
arrested Louis Clay

as a suspect in the cowardly
and despicable murder

of Reverend Booker Simons.

I share the grief and frustration

of the family and community
of Reverend Simons

in today's decision to charge Mr. Clay
only with voluntary manslaughter

in Reverend Simons' death.

I find myself wondering, as they must be,

whether rather than being
considered a capital crime,

murder is to be trivialized
and made the occasion of barter.

(clicks off TV)

Daniel's found his place to fall.

Mm.

You know when they called me
out of court this morning,

my first thought was
something happened to you.

(chuckles) Somehow, when I saw you,

you did not have the look
of a worried wife.

More like a fire-breathing dragon.

By that time,
I had ascertained you were safe.

Without bringing the office home, Frank,

I remind you, I disapprove of my clients
being questioned in my absence.

Oh, we weren't questioning,
we were just elucidating his options.

(laughs) I disapprove of my clients having
their options elucidated.

Consider me reminded.

-Oof!
-Don't make me get rough with you, Frank.

-Oh, yeah?
-(shrieks, laughing)

(closing theme playing)