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(chattering)

Item five. Floyd Green comes home today.

(sarcastically) Oh, great.

Mr. Green has been gone for five years

for the murders of Willie Smith and Janet Sanchez.

Mr. Green was 13 at the time.

His apparent motive-- boredom.

Since today is his 18th birthday, in our juvie system's infinite wisdom,

he's being put back on the streets.

Maybe we should throw him a birthday party, huh?

(laughing)

At his trial, and periodically thereafter, Mr. Green issued certain threats

against certain people who testified against him.

State Youth Authority's bringing him here today

so the Captain can wish him many happy returns of the day.

Be alert, because when he leaves here,

Mr. Green might try to make good on some of those threats.

I want that animal's butt covered wall to wall.

(indistinct chatter)

Next item--

Extradition proceedings are complete for the return of Joseph "Latex" Flaherty.

He's one of the Tri-State's most prolific rubber-check artists.

Detective Belker hops tonight's red-eye to Las Vegas.

Pursuant to which, he asks that all paperwork

on the Three Legs undercover be in by noon,

as he has primary record-keeping responsibility,

and we're gonna be deprived of his smiling presence

for approximately 27 hours.

Lucky stiff. What a waste.

Sarge, you know, sending Belker to Vegas is like sending Mother Teresa.

(laughter)

Item-- Operation Bummer--

Uh, the epidemic of bums being rolled

in the vicinity of the 130th Street overpass continues.

Uh, Detectives Washington and LaRue remain out there

to nail that crumbum who's responsible.

(indistinct chatter)

All right, uh, item, um, item eight--

As of today, your 914 salmons are obsolete,

to be replaced by your, uh, 711 khakis.

Your 513 quadruplets are now 513 triplicates.

-MAN: What? -Uh, well, throw away that last carbon.

Also, as of today, all officers must file a 511-A

in any accident involving two or more vehicles

in which one or more of those vehicles have out-of-state plates.

So you throw out the, um... you throw out the--

Throw out the last, uh, carbon in the 513s.

-RENKO: The 513s. -Yeah. Okay.

Item nine-- Corrections Local 373 has settled.

The strike is off.

-Yay! -Yay!

That means that any of you who have been voluntarily selected

to drive the corrections' transport buses,

you can stop boning up for your chauffeur's license.

Okay.

Let's make it a good day.

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

(indistinct conversations)

Yeah, I'll wait for you in the unit, all right?

You got it.

Sarge, I'm gonna need a couple hours personal time this morning.

-What for? -I'm being audited for last year's taxes.

Only a couple of hours? Dream on, dreamer.

Keep an eye on this for me, will you, Natalie?

-Oh, sure, Lieutenant. -Thank you.

Are you sure?

Hey, I think flying is about the safest form of transportation around today.

Yeah, uh, what about at night?

-You're kidding. -No.

Hey, Mick, they got lights, they got instruments.

You know, I'll bet they don't lose more than two, three planes a year

in those mountains behind Las Vegas.

RAY: ...these canceled checks.

Did you write on each receipt what the receipt is for?

-No, not really. -Well, they will want that.

And if you're going to fill them out now, use different pens-- at least three.

-Three? -Yes.

Morning, Captain. I need your signature on Belker's Las Vegas voucher.

Uh, Capt-- Excuse me. Captain, look, it's none of my business,

you know, but Belker's terrified of flying.

Guy's got white knuckles just thinking about it, now...

-I was wondering, maybe, look, maybe-- -No, J.D., no.

-(shouting in Spanish) -MICK: Hey, shut up!

(shouting in Spanish)

Lieutenant, would you tell these guys to shut up, please?

-Shut up! -(shouting continues)

Hey!

(shouting continues)

-Hey! Hey! -(shouting)

Hey! Hey! Settle down!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Stop--

-(shouting in Spanish) -Get in there!

These snowballs are as flat as a pancake.

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)

Thank you, sir.

Hey, excuse me, bro!

Hey, good time, my man.

Police. Uh-huh.

Hey! Hold it. Hold it!

-(grunting, shouting) -Come on!

Hey, I'm not a serious criminal, Officer, despite what you might find here.

Wait a minute. Uh-oh!

Hey, man. Airline tickets.

-Where'd you get these? -Must've rolled a flyin' bum.

No, sir, I just deliver! Those tickets are not offers.

I know a man who has a million of 'em, okay?

I mean, why should I take a fall?

Hey, no, sir. I value my freedom too much.

Hey, besides, we could make a deal.

Those are open airline--

Hey, dial it back now, my man!

Unless you wanna tack on bribery to your sheet.

-No, no. -Neal, Neal.

-Listen to the man a moment. -J.D.

-Imagine, if you will, Neal... -No.

...swimming pools, deep sunshine on heat-starved bodies,

bikini-clad women,

the distinctive click of the roulette wheel.

-Yeah! -N-O, J.D.

Vegas, man.

We are talking about Las Vegas, Nevada--

the fun capital of the entire Western world.

-Oh, go for it, brother. -Forget it, J.D.!

-And you have the right to remain silent. -Oh, no.

If you give up the right to remain silent,

anything you say can and will be held against you...

Leo? Mr. Pescator's on intake with me today.

-No P.D., Mr. Pescator? -Court-appointed.

Uh, Luis Escobedo or Salvatore Muñoz's assault.

What's that mean?

It means, Ms. Davenport and I haven't decided who's taking who.

Uh, I believe some outstanding warrants have fallen on Mr. Escobedo.

Right-- Escobedo's in "A," Muñoz is in "B."

I'll flip you for the one without the warrants.

-MAN: I saw... -Thanks, Leo.

I saw Floyd Green put a gun to my niece's heart and kill her, Lieutenant.

So not in five years, not in 20, could I ever put that out of my mind.

Mr. Sanchez, that's not by any means what I'm asking you to do.

But then to have to bear the constant threats

of that animal against me and the others!

Do you think they don't get back to us?

Mr. Sanchez, I'm only trying to find a way to manage a difficult situation.

Which our neighborhood watch is willing to provide.

Only if you understand that any suggestion of a vigilante action on your--

-Mr. Sanchez. -(indistinct shouting)

Mr. Johnson.

Great. This is Floyd Green.

Yes, I remember. In my office, would you, please?

-Henry? -Still alive, Clive?

Yes, I'm still alive!

Come on. Come on!

The life and times of Floyd Green, Captain.

He says this address is his place of residence upon release.

Your cousin's apartment is in my precinct.

This is the last time I ever want to see you, Floyd.

The court says you start with a clean slate.

Far as I'm concerned, you get no slack at all.

Don't even jaywalk.

(sighs)

Bad attitude could cost you, too, Floyd.

Hey, man, I'm cool. I'm a citizen.

I paid for my deeds.

Now if somebody want to get in my face about that,

then they gonna pay for their deeds.

That a threat, Floyd?

You're not a free adult till nine o'clock, Floyd.

You pay attention to these gentlemen.

Man, the two minutes mean that much to you, fine.

Early release. Get out of here.

All yours, Captain.

(door opens)

-Class act. -FRANK: Stay on it.

Let him see you. He gives you any reason at all, roust him.

-He gets no rhythm. None. -You got it.

Neighborhood patrol brought a list of Green's friends, his old hangouts.

They're anxious to help.

-I'll coordinate. -Okay, stay close.

I don't want any vendettas coming from either direction.

Yeah.

Mr. Escobedo, to avoid any potential conflict of interest

with your co-defendant in these charges,

I'll be representing Mr. Muñoz, Mr. Pescator will be representing--

Yeah, I know, I know. That's standard procedure, lady.

-I know. -Just so you know.

What I wanna know is how come Tony gets you,

and I gotta get this, uh, Mr. Whatsis?

Listen, mister.

I spent three years in the district attorney's office

putting people like you away...

and I'm certainly capable 10 years later of keeping people like you out.

Mr. Escobedo.

-Any questions, I'm available. -Oh, fine, thanks.

I should be able to find it between the covers. Thanks.

Mr. Escobedo, now, about this assault...

(door closes)

Any, uh, particular reason

you and Mr. Muñoz went after these women with a tire iron?

Because they was ugly, man. They was in my face.

-Hey, what's your name again? -Pescator.

Oh, Dios, bendita santísima... Pescado, un pescado...

I need a lawyer, they bring me a fish.

(sighing) You know, I have a sense of humor,

and I have a temper, too.

And I don't do this kind of work for my health.

Now, just answer my questions like a good boy.

Is that all right?

It means "fisherman."

I can't believe how cheap this dude is!

Plus, he promised me a ticket so I could go to Carolina

and bury my mama, right?

And did he come through with it? No, he did not!

So you tell me, what do I owe him?

-Not a damn thing! -Leo! Leo!

Print this guy and muzzle him. Come on.

...man's got stolen away! I mean, he's a major major!

Later, my man, we're gonna try to make a deal here.

Now just shut up and remain that way, all right?

Sergeant Bates, Coffey, this woman's busting my chops.

Petty larceny at the Superette, Vanhorn and 23rd--

A regular John Dillinger. Probably swiped a quart of milk.

-BOY: Give me a break! -WOMAN: Are you crazy? I said no!

BOY: Come on, lady, give me a break.

No, you stole from me, and you're gonna learn your lesson!

-You old witch! -You little twerp!

And this time, I'm prosecuting!

-These kids are cleaning me out! -All right.

Look, ma'am, if the boy stole something,

we usually just take him home and tell his parents.

Oh, not this time! Look at all the stuff he lifted!

My clerk is concerned.

He sees blood dripping down his hand,

he lifts up his arm and out comes a chicken!

Okay, well, at least you got all the stuff back.

I can't sell this. It's squashed!

Excuse me, uh, is that the bird you want me to rewrap?

All right. All right, you get him out of here.

But I see your face back here again and I break your fingers!

What's your name?

Where do you live?

Look, kid, either we take you home or we take you in.

All right. Come on. Let's go.

-This is it. -(woman arguing)

So?

-Where's your mother? -Ain't here now.

Well, when is she gonna be here?

I don't know. Could be a while.

(laughter)

Uh-oh...

gotta run.

-Auf wiedersehen, baby. -Hey, come back here!

You chump!

So, what y'all want here?

We're waiting to see this boy's mother.

About what?

About shoplifting. Who are you?

I'm his sister. You see what you done done now?

You're just mad 'cause I cost you a trick.

-Shut up, Fabian! -Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

(coughs, laughs)

Do you feel like gambling? Whoa, wait, pal.

-What for, man? -Oh, did you have a good breakfast?

You know, a good breakfast is the foundation for a happy, healthy day.

Mm-mm, baby, that feels good.

You like that action, huh? You take your time.

-That feels good. -What's this, Floyd?

Oh, no, Floyd-- a joint? Now, nutritionally speaking,

-this is no way to start your day. -What's this jive?

-Shut up! You're busted. -Yo, bro! Huh?

You have the right to remain silent.

-If you give up your right... -Damn roach, man!

-(shouting indistinctly) -Stay calm, huh?

-(shouting continues) -Stay calm!

(indistinct shouting)

-Let that boy go! -Hey, I said that's enough!

(indistinct)

All right, go, go, go, go!

(tires squeal)

(shouting continues)

MAN: Light scissors, Anthony.

The wrist is just like a hummingbird, capisce?

-MAN 2: Right here. -MAN: That's good. That's good.

Police. Charles Morris work here?

I don't see him. Keep it even, Tony.

What time do you expect him to become visible?

He's in, he's out. What, did he give you a bad shoeshine?

MAN 2: Hey, hey! Look at these Dumbo ears!

-Ahh! That's it! -Sorry! I'm sorry. Sorry.

You gotta hold his head still, Tony.

You gotta know what you're doing!

I come in for a trim, and now I'm a circus freak!

Hey, this is the best two-buck haircut in town,

and he's my top trainee.

MAN 2: He's a lawn mower, not a barber!

Oh. And you're a male model, huh, bub?

Pay up, bub! The cops like to see you pay!

Oh, not for a scalping, you fraud!

Hey, like it or not, mister, you gotta pay for the service.

The tip is up to you.

Don't worry, paisan. We'll get the next one.

TONY: Next!

-Charlie Morris! -Hey.

-Hey, hey, hey, hey. -What's goin' on, man?

I'll have you dancing out of here in no time.

Police. Got a warrant to search your body.

Hey, what's going on?

-Sorry, Charlie. -Stinking pigs!

-Oh, lookie here! Lookie here! -What you got?

-One way to Felonyland. -Oh, my.

-Who did me? Who ruined me? -You did, sucker.

You are under arrest for possession of stolen property.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say...

Payments on your mother's mortgage as a charitable deduction, disallowed.

Also, what's this office space at home?

What kind of office work does a policeman do at home?

Sir, see, police officers have to work at home at night on their papers.

-At home. -At night.

I don't find the letter to that effect from the city.

Disallowed.

Besides which, you deducted $40,000 gambling losses?

It's straight out of the code-- losses deductible

-up to equivalent winnings. -HILL: That's right.

How long have you been an accountant, Mr. Blatz?

Regs require appropriate receipts.

They don't give receipts at a floating crap game.

Losses incurred due to illegal gambling are nondeductible-- Disallowed.

If you don't mind my saying so, sir, this government makes people into thieves.

-No wonder people take... -Andy.

...twice what they're entitled to

when you're just gonna disallow most of it back!

-Andy! -No, you wait a minute.

Now, you know what I'm talking about.

You take your average, hard-working police officers.

Now, the restaurants on his beat occasionally will tear up his tab.

But do you think he's gonna declare that? No, sir. Do you know why?

Because of this hard attitude he's gonna get from you people.

He knows he's going to encounter that. Am I right?

Let's see, that's, uh, five meals a week, five bucks a meal times...

-Nice going, Andy. -No, sir. No, s--

-No, don't. -Hey. Just kidding.

Nobody's here to slice and dice anybody.

Well, how much are we talking about, Mr. Stone?

Twelve-thousand, plus interest and charges, of course.

-Twelve-thousand? -Twelve-thousand dollars?

-You can pay on time, 170 bucks a week. -He, he-- He can't pay 12,000.

Do you know how much I take home?

I'm afraid they got us by the short ones there, Bob.

We don't pay, they garnish your wages.

What about garnishing your brain?

-Hey, pal, we're not gonna pay your fee! -Just give me my jacket!

-Give me my jacket! -Not one iota. Not one! No, sir!

It's hard to get any straight answers,

but as far as we can tell, the mother's been gone for six months.

We got a failure-to-appear on the older sister.

The middle sister ran away a couple of weeks ago.

Kid's been stealing food just to put a meal on the table.

Run the usual checks on the younger sister.

-Any warrants on the mother? -No, sir.

Issue one-- abandonment, felony endangerment, being a wrong person.

And get the Youth Authority down here to pick up the boy.

Yes, sir.

Where's Jackie? I wanna see her.

Uh, you'll see her as soon as she gets done talking to her attorney.

What about your other sister? Sonya?

What about her?

Well, we're trying to find her. Don't you wanna help us out?

I already told you what she looks like.

Yeah, but don't you have any idea where she might be?

(sighs) We got a cousin in Rochester.

Yeah?

I don't know.

Ms. Davenport!

I think these papers belong to you.

-Where is she? -Guard level.

I'll see her in a minute.

Just want you to know I'm nominating the Floyd Green bust

for hummer of the week.

Last time I looked, grass was still illegal, Counselor.

Frank, I'm familiar with Mr. Green's past accomplishments,

but a hummer's still a hummer.

He'll be on the street in two hours.

I'll start worrying about it in two hours.

Hey, Leo! Leo.

Voucher these plane tickets for me as evidence, uh, in the Morris case,

and I'll file a hardship return on the rest of 'em.

Eau de P.U.

It's her favorite cologne.

Whose, Leo? Myrna's?

I thought, Belker's going to Vegas-- maybe he could deliver a letter to her.

Double Eau de P.U.

WACHTEL: Ms. Davenport, my options are limited.

She was busted for prostitution, didn't show up for her preliminary.

She's 16 years old and without parental supervision.

Your Honor, Ms. Dewitt informs me

she's the sole support for her brother and sister.

Couldn't I just go home?

I'm sorry, darling. That's not possible.

Remand to Youth Authority until the parent or parents are found.

(gavel bangs)

MAN: Docket is 639724-- Floyd Green.

Possession of controlled substance, to wit-- marijuana.

WACHTEL: What have we here?

One roach.

(pen rolls on floor)

Application, Ms. Davenport.

A.C.D. or an outright, Your Honor.

If you'll examine the papers, this was a laughably illegal search.

Do you have any reason to toss this guy, detectives?

-May we approach? -Sure. Come on.

(sighs)

Judge, I came down here because I want the courts

to realize how serious we are about this guy.

Mm, said seriousness reflected in your rousting him.

He's threatened revenge on witnesses,

he's shown no remorse ever for two murders,

and he's suspected of at least one other murder

while in Youth Authority.

Unproven.

-Likely, nevertheless. -I am aware of Mr. Green's past.

I cannot condone assaults on the Constitution, Frank.

A roach?

Mr. Green.

If legitimate concerns of the community were my sole criterion,

I'd hang you from the courtroom chandelier.

As it is, you've got rights.

-Thank you, Your Honor. -WACHTEL: You're welcome.

Case dismissed on grounds of unconstitutional search and seizure,

and I'm ordering the police

to remain at least 100 yards from Floyd Green

unless there is reasonable cause to stop and question him!

MAN: Next on the calendar, docket number 49493--

Louis Alvarado-- felonious assault.

(indistinct)

Uh, we had to keep two tickets for evidence.

Of course normal procedure would have been to invoice 'em all,

but Detective Washington here and me,

we figured that might keep you from your merchandise

for a long time-- like maybe years.

Hey, thanks a lot. That could have cost me quite a bit.

It wasn't easy getting these, either. Ooh.

I took a bullet. It's a flesh wound.

It's all in a day's work.

Boy, people don't realize what you fellas have to go through.

Mr. Beckman... serve and protect.

-That's our middle name. -(siren wails)

Listen, if you're contemplating a trip anywhere,

you got a friend at Beckman's Travel.

Now that you bring it up, let me ask you something--

some of us were planning a trip.

Where to?

Palm Springs, California.

A friend's funeral-- tragic. Officer slain in the line of duty.

Boy, that's right in the middle.

I could take you into LAX, or I could take you to, um...

-LAX. -L.A., uh, Las Vegas.

Vegas? Uh... which is cheaper?

-Vegas. -Hey.

There's a special excursion I can let you have for $120 round-trip.

That's my cost.

Wait a minute. When's your friend's funeral?

Uh, day aft-- day after, uh, Thanksgiving.

Ah, darn it.

With these you have to be back on Thanksgiving Day.

Hey. We'll take six.

The man is dead. He'll understand.

Take a check?

GARIBALDI: Yeah, give me the Lieutenant.

-This is Detective Garibaldi. -(clock chiming)

Yeah, we lost him.

I don't know where. He went into a bar, and the next thing--

he must have gone out a bathroom window.

Aw, come on, Henry, give me a break. You can't tail a guy from a hundred yards!

Right, will do.

Yeah, we're gonna check out his cousin's.

Right.

What good is having a credit union if you can't get no credit?

If I double-mortgage my car, they'll consider $1,750.

MAN (over radio): 1-10-40, 1-10-40...

-That's real big of them. -Damn.

Hey, Renko, think maybe you could help me?

(radio continues, indistinct)

WOMAN (over radio): 7l94, 7l94...

-Renko. -I hear you, brother.

Listen, Bobby Hill, there is no better friend I have in the world.

You have covered my behind

-more times than I can count. -Renko.

-You have been there every single time-- -Renko, I don't need a testimonial.

What I could use is a couple thousand dollars.

I got all these baby expenses, Bobby.

WOMAN (over radio): ...shop number 134...

Yeah, I figured as much.

Really, uh, don't sweat it.

You know, right now I feel lower than a fallout shelter in a--

WOMAN (over radio): All units vicinity 3900 block Jefferson.

Me too.

WOMAN (over radio): Shooting on a bus, bus driver's down. Respond.

This is 2202 responding. Let's go for it.

WOMAN: ...Black male, medium height, weight...

(siren wails)

(brakes screech)

(siren stops)

All right, out of the way! Police!

(shouting)

-That's the man! -Did you get a description?

-(indistinct) -MAN: I saw him! I saw the man!

HILL: All right! I'm gonna get your name!

I think he's dead, Bobby!

HILL: I'm gonna need your name! Let him through!

-Let the man through! -Come on in here!

-Was it Green? -I don't know! We just got here!

Floyd Green, he's got on a green jacket, pink shirt.

-He's a Black male. -MAN: That's the one! That's the man!

-Went up towards Porto Street. -(indistinct)

We got a rough match. Floyd Green is the shooter.

-HILL: Everybody get back! -Last seen headed towards 140th.

Oh, a hundred yards! Man, a hundred damn yards!

HILL: Get back, everybody! Get back!

What did we get from the bus passengers?

-Three people... -Stakeout's in place, Frank.

The arcade, the park, and his cousin's bar.

Call the Heights for anybody they can spare.

Everybody he knows, friends, relatives, gang connections.

-He's gotta come up for air. -Right.

-Ow! Ohh! -That doesn't help us.

Well, you just give us the street coordinates,

and we'll take care of the rest.

-Hey, what is this? -GARIBALDI: That moron.

-GARIBALDI: A hundred yards? -Oh.

How else do you expect us to stop this punk?

Come on, Mr. Sanchez. Leave the hardware behind-- all of youse.

-Come on, let's go. -(indistinct)

-You could get hurt. -Stupid!

Hey, take it easy back there. Now, let me explain this to you.

This is what we want and what we don't want.

You are a source of information-- period.

We don't want any heroes.

The man is a stone-cold murderer, Sergeant.

Look, you do your job, you let us do ours.

-I cook all kinds of things. -Yeah?

-What about Pratt? -Eggs, soup, hamburgers...

Steak and spaghetti. Real fine spaghetti.

Yeah? How'd you get into the whole cooking thing?

-Somebody teach you how? -No, I got a book on it.

I don't make supper, my sister wouldn't eat nothin'.

Okay. Thank you very much.

JABLONSKI: No one goes off half-cocked.

Okay, uh, I'll be back in one second.

No. No way.

Do you want another sandwich? You want anything?

-BOY: No, ma'am. -SANCHEZ: How are we supposed...

Well, the Church Street Center's filled for the next eight months,

and, uh, Pratt Experimental School isn't accepting any new kids.

Foster care agency has spent all its funding till the end of the year.

What about the temp foster homes?

Well, that's Youth Authority,

and I have a call in to them, but don't hold your breath.

My experience is, it's pretty tough to place a Black kid his age.

-Yeah? Well, that stinks. -You got that right.

-(indistinct) -5:30, right? Look, Harry.

Harry, take your mind off your troubles. I'm gonna say three little words, okay?

-Las Vegas, round trip, tonight. -Let me see.

For you, special rate-- 5:30, men's locker room.

Men's locker room? Don't I get an invite?

Harry?

-Hey, Mick? -Hi!

Mick, I just got this message you're going to Las Vegas tonight?

Yep.

Well, I gotta tell you, I'm not that crazy about it.

Well, neither am I, but I gotta pick this prisoner up.

You could have told me before this.

Hey.

Excuse us. It wasn't definite.

Yeah, well, you could have said it was a maybe.

We've got a date with my sister and her husband tonight.

I paid 36 bucks for theater tickets.

I'm sorry. I'll pay you back.

Oh, it's not the point and you know it.

What do you want from me?

I want you to be more responsible for the way you act towards me!

Okay. I'm sorry.

I should have told you sooner.

It's not that big a deal, so can we stop all this?

'Cause you're embarrassing me.

I'm the one being stood up, and you're embarrassed?

-That's great. -Robin--

If you think about it, maybe you could give me a little advance notice

if you're not gonna make Thanksgiving dinner.

Robin...

Oh, Mick, I just wanted to ask you, if you're near a roulette wheel,

uh, put this on the black for me... just in case.

Yeah, okay.

Uh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Put it on the red.

Yeah, okay.

No, no. No, no, no. No, no. Put it on the black--

Uh, number 18.

Okay.

(sighs) Never mind!

The judge's restrictions made tailing him next to impossible.

No, I think the detectives did all they could, but how--

How can you follow a guy like this at 100 yards?

Okay. Yeah, I'll tell him.

One of us will call you back.

Leo, Leo... cheap tickets for Vegas.

-You can look up your old lady. -Maybe.

If you're serious, you meet me 5:30, men's locker room.

We'll talk logistics, huh?

Leo.

-What? -Leo, what is this with you?

First it's letters doused with cologne. Now it's plane tickets.

I got some personal days coming.

You gotta be crazy

if you think you're gonna get Myrna to come back here, Leo.

I didn't say I'm gonna bring her back! Maybe I just want to see her.

She doesn't want to see you. Don't you understand that?

Look, I'm talking to you like a friend, Leo.

You can't keep banging your head against a wall.

(sighs) You're right.

Come on, Leo, wake up.

Attaboy, Leo. That's right.

BATES: Dollar sign or...

It's the fabulous Fabe. Give me some.

-Anything on Floyd Green? -Not yet.

Luce, I gotta talk to you a second.

Work on that.

Uh, maybe they got a match on the description of the kid's other sister.

It's hard to tell. It's been down there eight days.

-Down where? -The city morgue.

Uh, they got a girl in the drawer-- died of an O.D.

I don't know if the kid's up to it, but, uh, they'd like him to identify.

Just tell him Frank Furillo called back again.

Yeah.

Okay. Thanks.

Wachtel's ducking us.

I just got off with Briscoe. Mayor's calling a press conference--

Gonna lash into the judiciary.

Anything on Green's cousin?

Can't locate him.

Excuse me, Captain. I know your hands are full.

-I'll keep you posted. -Lieutenant.

Um... I-I know you heard about the audit.

Yeah, how'd it go?

Well, it couldn't have really gone much worse, actually.

Captain, I was wondering-- I hate asking for this kind of favor,

but could you just cosign a note for me till I can get over the hump?

Gee, I wish I could help you out, Bobby, but Joyce and I are buying a house

and we have to have our credit free.

What about the credit union?

Well, they'll give me another $1,750 on my car,

but, Captain, I need $12,000.

I really wish there were more I could do.

Okay, thanks anyway.

Captain...

This had absolutely nothing to do with gambling.

Glad to hear that. Let me know what happens.

Floyd Green, Captain-- he was in a shootout with Sanchez.

How bad?

Sanchez is critical. They're rushing him to County.

I'm sending all availables on a perimeter search.

Keep me posted.

You know, you don't have to do this. You can still say no.

That's her.

Are you sure?

(crying) That's her. Close it.

Okay. Okay. Thank you.

Fabian, will you wait?

Fabian, hold it!

I want to see Jackie.

I'm sorry, you can't right now. She's still in detention.

-When will she be done over there? -I don't know when she's gonna be done.

It might be two hours, and it might be a long time.

Yeah, you got Jackie over there, Sonya in there.

Tell me something. Who I got now?

Who I'm gonna cook for now? (crying)

Fabian...

(crying)

No.

(crying)

Don't cry.

How you doing?

How am I doing?

You know, you could always go out on the street and get a loan shark.

No, a loan shark's not the answer to my problem, Renko. No, sir.

Do you know that once a loan shark get his hooks into you,

you're his for life?

I can't put myself in that position.

WOMAN: All units in pursuit of Floyd Green vehicle,

we have I.D. Respond.

-This is 2202 responding to. -(siren wails)

WOMAN: I.D. Floyd Green vehicle,

stolen, yellow Lincoln, license plate D-1...

I hope he resists. I really do hope he resists.

(siren wails)

WOMAN: ND97, we're with you in pursuit.

RENKO: That's it. We got him. Punch it.

(sirens wailing)

RENKO: Stay on him, Bobby! Stay with him! Stay with him!

(sirens wailing)

(horn honking)

(tires screech)

(wailing continues)

(wailing stops)

Get out of the car, Green!

(trigger clicks)

Get in there!

(indistinct chatter)

-Didn't take you long, Floyd. -Easy, Henry.

-You want some, too, man? -Get him off!

You piece of garbage!

I already told you, I gave him the transfer.

Then he talkin' about the transfer wasn't no good--

Started giving me jive about it.

I don't gotta take no crap--

not from nobody-- not ever.

Did the bus driver strike you?

Did he make threatening remarks or menace you in any way?

Yeah, he told me to get off the bus.

So you shot him?

He was in my face.

You'll be arraigned this afternoon, Floyd.

I have to tell you, you're facing up to 25 years in prison.

No way. See, I'm Bernard.

-Excuse me? -Bernard Green.

Floyd was my older brother.

He was dead a year when they busted me, so I said I was him.

Now you check that out. I'm only 16.

Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Green, but the law's been changed.

Even 16-year-olds can be charged as adults in a capital crime.

You're jiving.

Do I look like I am?

You lying! You lying, you phony old bitch!

-Guard! -I'm gonna get you!

-Sit down! -I'm gonna get you! You believe it!

-See you at arraignment. -I'm gonna get you!

Ain't nobody locking me away!

I'm gonna get you! You believe me!

-Trouble? -Unhappy perpetrator.

-FLOYD: (indistinct shouting) -Floyd Green.

D.A. offered a simple assault on Muñoz and Escobedo.

Did they do time?

-Year's probation. -Let's take it.

What? Green attack you in there?

-That means you, lady! -If he had his druthers.

It's the Christians and the lions in those rooms.

I gotta tell you something.

When it gets down to dog-eat-dog,

John Pescator is no Christian.

-Sergeant Bates... -Yes?

Ruth Morgenstern, county Youth Authority. I'm here to pick up, uh...

Dewitt, Fabian.

Right.

Uh, I need a minute of your time.

(indistinct chatter)

I'd like to have him come live with me. Is that possible?

Have you, uh, talked to your husband about this?

I'm single. I have a decent-paying job.

I have money in the bank. I have an extra room.

I'd make sure that he was enrolled in school.

I'm pretty sure I could handle it.

Sergeant, this is not a sweater

that you can take back to the store if it doesn't fit,

or some abandoned kitty cat that might have sedu--

Don't patronize me, I am not a wide-eyed little girl trying to play mommy.

Neither am I.

But I've seen too many of these troubled kids

shuttled back and forth like cattle from one--

This kid is different.

According to my reports, he's been surviving for months on his own.

What makes you think he would suddenly take to your parenting?

And what makes you think he would take to juvenile hall?

At least I'm willing to try.

Are you sure you know what you'll be getting into?

No, not completely.

I've been a cop for nine years. I've been five years up here on the Hill.

I've seen kids beat up, I've seen 'em tortured,

I've seen the pimps send 'em out on the street before puberty.

Come on, Mrs. Morgenstern.

What do you say?

Why don't we see what Fabian Dewitt says?

So... here's the thing.

Like I said, we can't let you go home as long as your mom's not there,

and the only space that the city has for you right now is at juvenile hall,

which is not a great place to be.

So I'm thinking, uh, if we can get the Youth Authority lady

to give us an okay, how would you like to stay with me?

You mean, like, you'd be my mom or something?

Like your foster mom.

What happens when my own mom comes home?

That'll be great. At that time, the court will probably try

to get the whole family back together again.

But in the meantime, you'll have what they call a stable environment.

I like you, miss, and I appreciate you putting yourself out to me.

But I got responsibilities. I gotta take care of my sister.

Fabian, if you have to go to juvenile hall,

you're not gonna be able to take care of anybody.

And anyway, your sister has some serious problems of her own right now.

No matter how much you love her, the court is not gonna let you two live together.

Fabian, give it a try. One night.

I don't wanna disappoint no one.

Understand what I'm saying?

-You couldn't disappoint me. -Yes, I could.

I be so used to taking care of my sisters, I already know how to do that.

But if I let you start taking care of me, I have to start doing things your way.

Like school and stuff. And I don't know, miss.

I can see that not working out at all.

Damn it, Fabian.

You know what it's like in juvie hall?

See? You're mad at me already.

I'm sorry. I gotta say no.

J.D.: All right, listen up. Now, these are junket tickets,

which means they got a couple of restrictions on 'em.

-A: we gotta take the night flight out. -Hey, guys.

That's 9:30 tonight-- which is a direct flight.

-Is that direct or nonstop? -It's direct.

Which means there's no change of planes.

Now, in terms of stops, I think maybe there's a couple.

-Maybe four. -Four? Four stops?

Hey, it's a junket, you know? It's a trade-off--

Price for a little convenience.

B: these tickets expire midnight day after tomorrow.

-Thanksgiving. -Right.

Which, there's a return flight from Vegas 11 o'clock Thanksgiving morning.

The schedule sounds a little cramped, John.

I look at this as damage insurance, Lieutenant.

I mean, how much trouble can you get into in 36 hours?

Well, I for one have a few personal days coming.

Yeah, I do feel a little sniffle comin' on.

I could be good and sick by tomorrow.

Hey, guys, no sale?

Well, J.D., I don't think that Daryl Ann would like it

if I missed Thanksgiving Day.

Hey, but we do appreciate it, though.

Hey, hey, at 160 bucks a ticket round-trip to Vegas,

I thought I had to let you know.

-Oh, yeah. -Hey, hey, hey.

Take a look at this, J.D. You made a mistake.

You read it wrong, babe. Tickets are $120.

Let me see that.

Wait a second.

(laughs) It's only $120.

Yeah, you were looking at the flight number.

Right, only $120. That's better yet.

-I'm in, J.D. -Right.

I am giddy with excitement.

-(chuckles) -J.D.: All right!

MAN: J2J76, Your Honor--

Luis Escobedo and Martin Muñoz, aggravated assault.

Mr. Bernstein?

Uh, we'd accept simple assault, Your Honor.

-Recommend a year's probation. -Counsel?

-Acceptable, Your Honor. -Acceptable.

Messieurs Muñoz and Escobedo will be assigned case officers.

(bangs gavel) A year's probation, gentlemen.

Uh, Escobedo also has failure- to-appear warrants, Your Honor.

Driving while suspended, driving while impaired.

Saucehead, huh? Mr. Bernstein?

Uh, $2,000 bond, Your Honor.

Ah, let's make it $5,000.

-We like people who are accused... -Shh!

...to show up for their trials, Mr. Escobedo.

We're funny that way.

Next.

MAN: Docket 4487D, Your Honor-- Floyd or Bernard Green.

Assault, attempted murder, murder in second degree.

Complaining officers Patricia Mayo and Harold Garibaldi.

-MAN: Can you make the bond? -Hey, Fish, you stink.

-ESCOBEDO: You know? You the worst. -Shut up over there!

WACHTEL: Mr. Green.

-Is he gonna make his bond? -Einstein?

WACHTEL: You made me look pretty stupid, didn't you?

Are you evil, Mr. Green?

Or are you just a piece of pathology?

You want some, too, man?

-He's got a gun! -(shouting)

-I ain't going to jail! -What?

-I ain't going to jail! -Don't be stupid, huh?

-Don't be stupid! -Oh, you is stupid!

You're a jerk! I got a jerk for a lawyer.

-Don't be stupid, Escobedo! -You is stupid!

-Don't you point at me! -(gunshots)

(gunshots)

Oh!

(glass shatters)

-(Escobedo groaning) -You all right?

-I was struck by fragments. -(groaning)

-(groaning continues) -I was struck by fragments.

Fragments.

-I think he's dead. -(Escobedo groaning)

The second that the, uh, IRS guy said... what I owe,

I felt this kind of panic, like I'm gonna have to get this over with.

I, um, I gotta get it behind me right now.

That time has got a lot of bad memories attached to it.

I was feeling like...

I'll be paying on this thing every week, I-I'd be thinking about losing that money.

(soft piano)

But when I kept coming up short,

and when I couldn't get the-- the money I needed, I--

You know, Lynn, when I was driving by to pick you up,

I said to myself, "Hey, you're just gonna have to get used to it.

You're gonna have to deal with it."

(sighs) I don't know ex-- exactly why, but I do know that going from day to day

doesn't scare me like it used to.

I've been trying to find a way to say this all through dinner.

What's that?

Television newscasters make a good living, Bobby.

I could loan you that money.

Ain't you something?

You can repay me just like a bank.

(laughs)

I'd never have a sexier loan officer.

But, uh... I think I'm gonna do it the other way, you know,

just pay on it week by week.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

But I do appreciate the offer.

I hope this isn't gonna mess anything up with us.

No, it's not gonna mess up anything.

-Hi. Do you ever gamble? -Hi, how are you?

-John, come on. -How'd you like to take a chance with me?

-NEAL: Come on, J.D., move it on. -Right on that side.

-NEAL: Hi. -WOMAN: Hi, how you doing?

-Right next to him. -NEAL: Oh, thank you.

Hey, Mick.

-Just leave me alone, J.D. -Come on, Belker.

What do you want us to do, lay down and die here?

I want certain things understood.

Hey, we know you're working, Mick.

That's exactly correct. I'm picking up a prisoner, period.

Hey, would you do me a favor and just lighten up?

Sir, this'll have to go under your seat or in an overhead compartment.

No, it's a little crowded up there, miss.

-Hi, Mick. How are you? -Let me take this.

-What is this? What is this? -Hey, hey.

What is this?

Would you put that back? It's Leo's letter to his ex.

-Oof. -Would you give me that?

Wait a minute!

Well, what's this? Leo's wife's enema bag?

-That's a motorman's helper. -A what?

A motorman's helper, for when nature calls

and circumstances prevent our answering it in a lavatory.

It's if I have to go when I have my prisoner--

Now, could-- would you give it back to me, please?

Very prudent, Mick. Very farsighted.

-RAY: Thank you. -WOMAN: I'll take those.

-There's no more room. -Oh, thank you, thank you.

-Hey, hi, you guys! -J.D.: Hey, Lieutenant!

All right! What'd you do, go retail?

No, no, no, no.

When the travel agent came for the new tickets, I bought one.

All right. Good for you.

Oh, I'm so nervous, I think I'm going to vomit.

(sighs)

I told Rosa I was going to Austin to visit my sick uncle.

Hey, we're gonna crush 'em, Lieutenant. We are gonna break the bank over there.

-Do you really think so, J.D.? -Seat belt fastened, sir.

Yes, yes, I will. We're gonna break the bank.

Oh, good for you.

Thank you.

Here. Gum, Mick?

It relieves the middle ear when we're pressurized.

What do you mean, "pressurized"?

Ah, come on. Take it easy, Mick.

There's hardly any chance we'll crash.

Mick, Mick...

(makes droning sound)

(laughs)

(thunder rumbles)

(door opens)

-Hi. -Hi.

Nice shiner.

Older dude went for my seconds. Had to set him down.

How's the food?

Their cooking ain't in my league.

I bet.

I just came by to see how you were making out.

Is that all?

No.

Fabian, truth is, uh,

I did something I think you're not gonna like.

What?

I got this judge to sign some papers

that make me your legal guardian until he says differently.

What if I don't go?

Well, I'm not gonna try to force you.

But I wanted you to know that I care about you enough

to do more than just talk about it.

I can't be your mama.

I mean, if people take one look at us, it's pretty obvious I'm not your mom.

But I want to be your friend, and I want to help you to be somebody.

If you don't come home with me today, it's okay.

I'll just come back tomorrow and ask again,

and the next day and the day after that.

And eventually I figure that you'll have to give me a try

just to get me off your back.

I come home with you tonight, and then what?

What if it don't work out?

I don't know.

Take a chance.

Okay.

Now what?

You ever into hugs and stuff like that?

Not too much.

Okay. No problem.

Uh... are you ready?

I guess.

Okay.

Let's do it.

(closing theme playing)