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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Frank Furillo, you got a detective

who puts the squeeze
to 15-year-old prostitutes.

How do you know he was telling the truth?

He was right about Mort Sanders.

If there's even one bad egg up here,
I want him found out and gotten rid of.

Captain, I'd like an assignment
with Detective Belker.

Four whole days
giving some Hollywood dirtbag

a Girl Scout tour of this precinct?

It's the Bahamas, you jerk.

This job thing's got to you,
hasn't it, Neal?

Councilman Detweiler, you're under arrest
for driving while intoxicated.

One more time, and I don't give a damn
if the governor himself phones,

I'm pushing you
straight through the system.

They wanna operate right away.

Is there anything I can do, Howard?

I'm a little afraid, Frank.

Goldblume bedded her
instead of busting her.

Save you some trouble
with the chief anyway.

Police! Freeze!

NARRATOR:
And now tonight on Hill Street Blues...

-Happy birthday, cowboy.
-Ooh.

(camera shutter clicking)

I don't believe it.

-Councilman Detweiler.
-Third baseline.

Just my way of saying
keep up the good work.

Do you think
it would be terribly forward of me

to tell you how attracted I am to you?

Sick male patients frequently develop
an emotional fixation for their nurse.

-You know Henry Goldblume?
-I get people wanting freebies all day.

I take full responsibility
for Henry Goldblume.

Meaning what?

Meaning if you take his badge and gun,
you'll find mine in the same envelope.

-PHIL: Item ten.
-ANDY: Yeah, the weather.

Today's anticipated high, 103 degrees.

(all oohing)

Of course, those of you
who edify yourselves

with the A.M. television news
are aware of the picture.

The most beautiful picture
this crusted desk sergeant

has had the pleasure of viewing
from a weather satellite.

-Cumulus clouds.
-(all cheering)

Cool, Canadian cumulus clouds.

Fluffy white billows of angel hair
pregnant with moisture

due to arrive this late P.M.!

(cheering)

PHIL: Be advised,
there is a cautionary addendum.

Said clouds have the possibility
of passing in the night like felons

without giving us
as much as a day's shade.

Item 11. And I want you all to look
for the moral in this.

It seems our space cadet,
Mr. Smith of Jefferson Avenue,

has been found here on Earth.

A, uh, transferal form,
half of which was incorrectly filled out,

half of which was left blank,

caused the suspect
to be placed erroneously

on a bus for the Hutchison white-collar
lockup in the country.

-(laughing)
-PHIL: Mr. Smith's unlawful incarceration

was discovered only after he signed up
for the bridge tournament.

(laughing)

Be aware, this story may very well
have had a different ending

had the suspect
been instead the triple murderer

put away by this precinct last month.

The homily goes, the job isn't over
until the paperwork's done.

And you all
had better start living with it,

or else you'll find yourself
being replaced by student officers

within whom I am imbuing the necessity
of bureaucratic detail!

And with that, I conclude the items
on this morning's agenda.

But I would please like you to hold
your seats for a few personal notes.

MAN: Sarge, it's hot!

Lt. Hunter was admitted to Mercy Hospital
yesterday afternoon.

The exact nature of the malady
is unknown to this podium.

But even as we speak,
Lt. Hunter is on the operating table.

The front desk is closely monitoring
the situation

and will keep the squad room informed
as news develops.

In the meantime,

let's send the lieutenant all our prayers
and best wishes for a speedy recovery.

-Yeah.
-Hear! Hear!

On a more celebratory note,

the birthday wagon is amongst us today.

Officer Andrew Renko.

-(speaking indistinctly)
-I didn't say anything.

PHIL: And from the same secret source,
Officer Renko's sister,

I have acquired
certain historical information

of that glad occasion
of so many years ago.

Time of birth, 4:04 a.m.,

-weight, ten pounds, one ounce.
-(all oohing)

Distinguishing characteristics,
enormous feet.

(laughing)

He went home with mother
the following day.

Happy birthday, Andy.

-(cheering)
-Happy birthday! All right!

All right, that's it. Let's roll.

And, hey, hey, hey!

Let's be careful out there.

If a man hasn't made his mark
by the time he's 35, it's all over.

All right, Renko, I'm taking you to lunch
today at the Café Bardeau.

It was gonna be a surprise, but sounds
like you might do yourself in before noon.

-What do you mean by lunch?
-Lunch, food, eat.

If this is gonna be a surprise party,
I cannot take it, not on this day.

Congratulations.

Happy birthday, cowboy. Ooh, older men.

Happy birthday, cowboy!

You know,
this is rapidly becoming a situation

of public amusement, and I am not amused!

I only hope that people treat me
as nice as they treat you

-when I'm your age, sweetheart.
-My age!

Hey, Renko, I got you this.

A pictorial history of the Super Bowl.

Ninety-four pictures, ten in color.

A guy should sit down
right on his birthday.

Well, at least
there's one person in this group

that understands the nature
of a personal gift.

Thank you, Leo.

Hey, birthday boy, don't forget,

the job ain't over
till the paperwork's done!

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)

(alarm ringing)

-Did you load the camera, babe?
-Mm-hmm.

DISPATCH: All units, vicinity 900 block,

there's a store alarm. Possible 459.

Hey, we're on the air.

MAN: This is unit 2214.

-We'll take the call.
-DISPATCH: Roger...

-Coley and Lyle?
-Yeah.

-J.D.: Doesn't it bother you, Neal?
-What?

-Spying on cops.
-You don't foul your own nest, babe.

Hey, man,
I've been on the other side of this thing.

It's not so black and white.

(alarm continues)

(scoffs) Coley and Lyle,
a couple of choir boys, for God's sake.

(J.D. sighs)

Man, it must be 120 degrees in here, Neal.

-What do you say?
-Hey, cool it, babe.

Uh, about this Bahamas thing,
you going or what?

Hey, J.D., man, I told you when I know
about it,

-you'll know about it.
-Okay, okay.

Coley's out.

(shutter clicks)

(shutter clicking)

(J.D. sighs)

Man, I don't believe it.

This is unit 22.

Oh, Ray,

the prostitute in the Goldblume situation,
do you have an address?

-An approximate address.
-I want her in here right away.

Officer Robert Hill,
where can I find him, please?

Uh, third desk against the wall.

-Here you go, Councilman.
-Thank you.

Officer Hill.

Councilman Detweiler.

-You look like a man that likes baseball.
-I do?

I've had a season box
for about eight years, third baseline.

I've got city business
and, uh, such an important game,

it'd be a shame to waste them.

-You and a lady friend?
-I'm sorry. I can't accept them.

Officer Hill, I appreciate character,

but I also applaud spunk when I see it.

And I want to tell you
that I approve 100 percent

of the way you handled
our little misunderstanding the other day.

So I thought we could settle it
like a couple of old allies.

Case closed.

You're a good cop, Robert, you know.
You're on the best force in the country.

It's people like you that keep us voting
those high appropriations.

-Thank you.
-So take the tickets.

Just my way of saying
keep up the good work.

I finally got this thing to work.

-It-- it was the battery.
-Let's go.

I thought because it was made
by them Nipponese people

that it wouldn't work,
but the reason it didn't work

was because it didn't have the battery.

FRANK: Mick!

-This for the drug buy?
-Yes, sir.

Run it down for me.

We meet this afternoon,
uh, do a little flexing.

-No action at the meet?
-No, there shouldn't be.

I'll show him the money,
he'll tell me he doesn't have the stuff,

we'll hondle for a little bit,
we'll set it up for tonight.

Take Gennaro with you.

Captain, you're making me nuts!

I'm just passing on
an order from the chief.

You know, you sort of have to admire him.

Juicing up Daniels like that,
showing up at 5:30.

-A.M.?
-That's what the night man told Leo.

Yes, sir.

-Hey, morning, Mick.
-Morning.

Look, uh, about last night.

You know, I get--
Sometimes I get wound up.

I mean to say one thing,
and it comes out like something else.

I was just trying to say
how grateful I was.

Hey, I got something for you.

I was walking by the Front Street Market,
you know.

That's very thoughtful.

This ought to do it. Just sign right here.

This is a game, you know, between me
and the insurance companies, that's all.

Nobody stops the criminals.

I just keep paying higher premiums

for the privilege of getting robbed
every three months.

COLEY: Lucky for you you're only down
a couple of VCRs.

Maybe you'll get lucky
and catch the guys who did this.

-Do you think we like it like this?
-This stinks.

Heat wave like this?

We got cops home sick, out on vacation,
tied up in court.

We're doing good
to get six units out on the street.

And in the winter it's too cold,
the rainy season it's too wet.

All I know is the crooks are too dumb
to pay any attention to the weather.

-Are we done here or what?
-We sure are.

If I were you,
I'd get that door fixed right away.

Yeah, there's a locksmith
across the street.

I'm putting his kid through Harvard.

Lyle and I rode together for a month
when we were rookies.

You know, one time I saw him
go through two dumpsters and a grease rack

to get to a cat burglar, can you beat it?
Can you beat that?

Do we bust 'em now?

No. Let's wait and see where they dump it.

Frank!

-Coley and Lyle?
-LaRue and Washington are still on it.

-Diane Koslow?
-Fifteen years old, maybe.

We found her working
on 133rd Street and Dekker.

Good work, Joe.
Ray, let's see if we can find out

if Joyce Davenport is still in conference
with her arsonist.

-I'll be there in a minute.
-All right.

Captain, any word on Lt. Hunter?

Well, he's out of surgery,
but we won't have a report on the biopsy

for a couple of hours.

Thank you.

They can't make you stay here
if you want to leave, Diane.

Nor can they force you
to answer any questions you don't want to.

It's entirely up to you.

And I'll be here if you're unsure
about anything, all right?

Okay.

Do you know Henry Goldblume?

Yeah. I guess, sort of.

There are stories coming out
of the Jefferson Heights Police Precinct

that you know him a lot better
than just sort of.

Hey, look, I don't have to be here.
She said so.

So why don't you just leave me alone?

Henry resigned yesterday
after ten years on this police force.

The reason he resigned was these rumors
that he'd been sleeping with you.

It's not too late to save his career,
but only you can do that.

Well, what about my case?

Can you help me with my case?

Diane, Captain Furillo's position
is that he can't offer you any deals

because he doesn't want to encourage you
to tell anything but the truth.

You know,
I get people wanting freebies all day.

I think Ms. Koslow
doesn't wish to speak any longer.

Diane, Henry helped you.
He listened to you.

He fed you and sheltered you
and did everything he could

to get you into the best program
in the city.

Are you gonna abandon him now?

Are you gonna treat him the same way
your parents treated you?

Is that how you pay back
one of the few people

who have ever been kind to you?

Don't abandon him.

At least give him the same consideration
he gave you.

Did you sleep with him? Did you?

Then when you were picked up
the second time in Jefferson Heights,

why did you tell the detectives you did?

Because I spent the whole night in jail.

He should have come down and gotten me
if he was my friend.

He wouldn't even talk to me.

It would mean a lot
if you'd give a statement.

(sniffles)

He was really nice to me.

I just slept on the couch.
He didn't touch me once.

Ray, Ms. Koslow
will give us a statement now.

I haven't gotten through to Henry yet.

It's all right. Just keep trying.
Rachel's, his apartment, everywhere.

ANDY: Well, whip my wire.
I cannot believe this.

Two play-off tickets for tonight

-right behind the dugout.
-That's right.

I cannot believe this.

This must have set you back
60 bucks, partner.

A mere flesh wound, my man.
Happy birthday.

Happy birthday to me.
We're gonna have a ball.

-But I can't go.
-You can't go?

-No, I have a date tonight.
-Will you look at this.

35 going on 50, in a one-way job

and a roach-hole apartment
going up to 500 bills next month

and a checking account
on the disabled list

and I can't even get my partner

-to be my date on my birthday.
-No, you're not getting older,

you're getting downright maudlin.

Whoops.

-The woman is looking at you again.
-What are you talking about?

-She's not looking at me.
-She is.

She is not. She's probably just waiting
for somebody. Now be quiet.

You know what your problem is, Renko?
A bad attitude.

-If you lost a little weight--
-Don't talk to me about my weight!

And got some decent clothes,

you'd have to fight the ladies off
with a nightstick.

-Excuse me, Officer Hill?
-Yeah.

We have a phone call for you
at the front desk.

I left this number with the dispatch.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

-Excuse me, Officer.
-What?

I'd like to report a misdemeanor.

You mean, to me?

Aside from your partner,
I don't see any other uniforms in here.

Well, I guess you're right, ma'am.
What is the nature of the complaint?

How about breach of contract for starters?

My lunch date's a no-show.

Well, I'd call that a major felony, ma'am.

Except judging by appearances,

I'd say that your suspect
has an excellent chance of acquittal

due to temporary insanity.

ANDY: San Sagelo, Muskado,

Saint Apoxy, Perriere, uh, Lunch Nay, uh,

anything you say, François,
as long as it doesn't have a screw-on cap.

Don't let the backwoods charm
fool you, ma'am.

He's really a very boring person.

Cheryl, I'd like you to meet
my lesser half.

-Bobby Hill, this is Cheryl...
-Bradford.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you.

Seems the lesser half's sister
got her car impounded.

So maybe we should drive down
to South Street

and check on the situation.

Well, why don't you drive down
to South Street

and check on the situation.
I'll just cab it back to the station

after I finish my little tête-à-tête
with Cheryl here.

Suit yourself. Ma'am.

Well, here we are.

Here we are.

You, uh, you sure you don't want
to have something to eat or something?

No, thank you.

Officer Renko, uh,

do you think it would be
terribly forward of me...

to tell you how attracted I am to you?

Well, ma'am, uh,
it's a free country, isn't it?

Just put it down, fellas,
and get your hands up real slow!

-What are you guys doing here?
-Just get 'em up, huh?

Don't make this any tougher
than it has to be.

Make what tougher?
What the hell are you guys talking about?

You're under arrest, my man.

-Grand larceny.
-Hey, come on. Wait a minute.

We were just taking it
down to the station for prints.

It's a stereo shop heist.

We couldn't carry it around in the unit
all day.

We're just dropping it here
till the end of the shift.

Save it, man. Will you just save it, huh?

Come on, J.D. I'm 34 years old, man.

You're talking about my life here!

I got a family, man.

I got a father who thinks
I'm some kind of neighborhood hero.

This is gonna kill him. Come on, J.D.

Oh, come on, J.D., please, man.

No cuffs. Come on now, I'm begging--

Shut up, man.
Just turn around and shut up!

(Andy sighs)

Oh, Cheryl, I swear you have rotated
my day 580 degrees.

And I'll tell you something, lady,

nothing like this
has ever happened to me before.

-First time for everybody.
-Yeah.

And what I'm dying to know is, I mean,
can I see you again?

-Sure.
-When?

We'll run into one another again sometime.

No, no, I mean it.

We had a wonderful time together.

Maybe we should leave it at that.

Leave it at what?

Are you in the habit
of bedding down with somebody

-and then never seeing them again?
-Really, I gotta go.

-I've got a dentist at 3:00.
-Come on, now. Come on.

Happy birthday.

Wait a minute. (stammers)
How'd you know it was my birthday?

-Well, you told me at the restaurant.
-No, I didn't. I definitely did not.

Now wait a minute.
Now what's going on here?

Now just talk to me, Cheryl.

What is going on here
is that we had a terrific time.

And you're an attractive, charming man
and a wonderful lover.

Don't lie to me, Cheryl.
Just don't do that.

Just tell me how you knew
it was my birthday.

Because I was your present.

I do this for a living, Andy.

But that's got nothing to do with how much
I've enjoyed these last couple of hours.

-Or what a sweet man I think you are.
-You are a hooker.

I arrest people like you.

All right, now, what do you want? Huh?

Do you want $10? $20? $40?

Why don't we make it an even 100
and just put ten bucks in for the charade?

Or do you give
a special professional discount

for cop's birthdays? Here, take this!

Your friends
already took care of that, Andy.

Get out.

Aside from the alley shots,

we've got a good five minutes of tape

from the wire we planted
on the store's owner.

Webster and Charles
are running serial numbers

on the stuff we hauled out of the garage.

Looks to be $20,000, $30,000 worth.

-The store owner cooperated in this?
-Yes.

I'd say we got these babies cold.

I've seen those. There's nothing to say.

You'll be booked here,
then moved downtown for statements.

You'll be kept in special lockup overnight
and make bail, if you can, in the morning.

As of now, you're suspended
from all police duties. That's all.

Captain, please don't book us here.

Take us down to Midtown or anywhere.

Don't book us in our own station.

I don't think
I could stand the sight of it, either.

-Can you take them?
-Here. Midtown.

Doesn't make any difference
with the department.

Just leave your badges.

(indistinct chatter)

(chattering quiets down)

Your best friend takes you to lunch,
so he says,

and then sets you up
for the most humiliating experience

of your entire lifetime,

expecting you to get naked in the middle
of the afternoon with a total stranger!

Lighten up,
it was only a birthday present.

What kind of a friend
would do a thing like that?

The kind who has to listen to you moaning
about your love life

ten hours out of every work day.

Don't you think I don't know
who else was in on this?

-In on what?
-He didn't like his birthday present.

-We thought it would make your day.
-It made my day, all right.

-It made it downright miserable.
-What made his day?

-Would you stay out of this, Lucille?
-I don't believe you, Renko.

Why can't you just accept it
in the spirit that it was given?

I accept it in the spirit

-in which it was given!
-You mean a hooker?

Will you keep your mouth down, please?

A spirit of malice, moral bankruptcy

-and a total lack of human consideration!
-What are you yelling at me for?

Boy, I do not believe you guys.

Frank.
Frank, Chief Daniels's office called.

He wants to see you.
Bayside Athletic Club at 5:30.

I've been waiting for this.
I'll be with Howard until then.

-Did you phone Henry?
-He hasn't been in his apartment all day.

-We're still trying.
-Well, try Rachel's,

his folks, friends in the department.

-Use your imagination, but get him here.
-All right.

What's your most favorite role?

Um...

That question stinks, doesn't it?

Listen, what I really wanna know is--

Well, what's Jon Gennaro really like?

Once in the papers, I saw a picture
of a guy who shot five people in a bar.

I went to a mirror
and I didn't leave it...

until I had that same look in my eyes.

See, the thing was,
I mean, I could see the bar.

I could see the bullets hitting the wall.

I could hear the barmaid screaming.

You see, it was all there in that look,

and that's Jon Gennaro.

Don't you ever scare yourself?

It's just acting, Fay.

Come on, motormouth.

-How are you, Mrs. Furillo?
-Hi, Mick.

Uh, thank you, Fay.

-Who's the extra baggage?
-That's my maiden aunt.

I got 10,000 here. You got the stuff?

Sorry, fellas, but there ain't no stuff.
Maybe next time.

What are you talking about, Woodley?

Profit motive, my man.

I got offered a better price
about an hour ago.

We got an arrangement, hairbag.
I got orders to fill.

Now let's not get pushy, cousin.

Given the circumstances, I didn't even
have to show up for the meet.

It's just my way of being cordial.

Woodley, you're gonna blow this
over chump change.

What's the matter with you?

My people can move ten times this weight
on a weekly basis.

Well, maybe we'll do business
some other time.

-(engine starts)
-(turns off)

How much?

How much more are they offering?

One G on top of the ten.

Now there's 500 worth of good faith.

And there's ten more of these on delivery.

Now that's one and a half on top of ten.

And I don't even know it's missing.

I'll call you later
where we're gonna meet.

Oh, we'll be here, my man.
But look, before you go.

I tell you, you just better dig yourself.

You jack us around one more time,

and I'm personally gonna chop off
your right arm and have it for lunch.

Man, you got some ugly relations.

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

-What are you doing? What are you doing?
-What?

-I told you to be quiet!
-I thought the deal was going south!

You thought? You're not supposed to think!

You're not even supposed to be here.

All right, I'm sorry. Okay, I am.

(sighs)

Chief.

What the hell
are you trying to do to me, Furillo?

Less than 24 hours ago,
I ordered you to get rid of somebody.

And what do I get instead of his badge?

A statement from a 15-year-old prostitute.

I won't get rid of an innocent man.

Innocent?

Alleged boffing aside, Frank,

you know how many department regulations
you break

when you take a runaway home with you
instead of arresting her?

Is that really the issue here, Chief?
Department regulations?

Need I remind you, Frank,

you're the one that first raised
this whole damn holiness issue

vis-à-vis our dear departed Lou Hogan.

Now the chickens come home to Hill Street

and it seems that you're not prepared
to live by it.

I'm precisely prepared to live by it.

I'm the only precinct captain
in the entire city

who has followed up on all the charges
that Hogan sprayed at your roast.

I took the badges of Coley and Lyle
less than two hours ago,

and I'm prepared to take more of them
if it comes to that.

And just as I expected Lou Hogan
to be responsible for his men,

I take full responsibility
for Henry Goldblume right now.

-Meaning what?
-Meaning I won't use him as a scapegoat.

Meaning, if you take his badge and gun,
you'll find mine in the same envelope.

You're replaceable, Frank.

Don't imagine you're not.

I've got Ron Thompson and Joe Butler
wasting away in Internal Affairs.

I'm sure either would find it
most congenial up on the Hill.

But if I go down on account of Goldblume,

I take Arnie Detweiler with me.

You what?

It makes an interesting story,
don't you think?

City councilman,
six times arrested for drunk driving,

released yesterday at the expressed
command of the chief of police

because said councilman
holds the department's purse strings.

Oh, be careful, my friend.

-You're treading on thin ice.
-That's the deal.

Goldblume for Detweiler.

I've put up with a lot of crap
from you, Furillo,

that I don't tolerate
from my other captains

because I respect your idealism.

But you're playing politics now.

And if I were you, my friend,
I'd be damn sure I knew what I was doing.

If I weren't,
I wouldn't be here right now.

Okay, Frank.

But I want to tell you something.

You're forcing me to eat something here
that I don't like.

And believe me,
you're gonna pick up the tab on it.

One other thing.

If you ever
want to play poker with me again...

you better be damn sure you have another
Arnie Detweiler in the hole.

Because I promise you,
your badge ain't gonna be enough.

Detailing, Frank. (chuckles)

With proper detail,
a good pair of regulation

US Naval Last will outlast you.

You see here,
where the upper is stitched to the sole?

You got to get polish in there.

Leather rot sets in,
and before you can say Ho Chi Minh,

you've got a malignant growth

that is spreading insidiously
through the shoe.

How are you feeling, Howard?

Now look at this. You can't let residues
of polish accumulate around these eyelets.

It'll eat through that brass

as quick as a carcinogen
through a white mouse.

If it comes to that, Frank... (sighs)

...promise me a spartan cortege,
will you, old chum?

Taps at sunset,
a lone volley from an M-16,

and, uh, a simple limestone slab.

-Howard, stop it.
-(chuckles)

She could stop a Plymouth
at 90 yards, Frank.

Find her a good home.

Howard, please.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant, could I speak to you
in private, please?

Uh, Frank, I may need a backup
on this call.

I expect you
to be entirely frank with me, Doctor.

How much time have I got?

All things being equal,
I'd say 30, 40 years.

Just got the biopsy report
back from the lab.

The tumor was benign.
You've got a clean bill of health.

I'll check in with you tomorrow
to okay your release. Captain.

Howard, in case you didn't hear,

you're gonna be out of here
in another day.

You ought to be jumping
out of your bedsheets.

Maybe so, Frank.

Oh, goldarn it, Frank.

When they wheeled me down here
this morning

and I wasn't sure whether
this was gonna be my final battle, I--

it all came to me
like a breath of brown wind.

My life is an unfired shot.

No wife, no children,

no one to give my love to.

Here I lie, 45 years old

with money in the bank, education,
professional repute,

yet I am bereft

of all the most important things in life.

Oh, I yearn to wake in the morning

to the sound of little EATers
on the steps.

Time for dinner, Lieutenant.

-Oh, could you help take those things?
-Oh, sure.

-Thank you.
-(clears throat)

By the way, you know, about parenting,

it's the mother's not the father's age,

to be concerned about.

Because many men remain virile
way up into their 80s.

-Oh, really?
-And if you've been alone in your life

up until now, you mustn't blame yourself.

Because people just have different cycles
for when they're able

to do certain things in their lives.

-Uh, Nurse...
-Wulfawitz.

I'm on till midnight.

So if you need me, just whistle.

Those are the nicest words I've heard

from a partisan of the female gender
in 16 years.

-Wulfawitz?
-Mm-hmm.

Washington,
you got a Miss Fowler on line six.

Got it, Leo.

-Do you mind, J.D.?
-Huh?

(phone ringing)

Oh, sure.

Hello, Miss Fowler.

I appreciate all the time you're giving me
to think over the offer, and well, uh...

I want the job.

Yes.

But there's one thing
we need to talk about

before I can actually take it.

I'd like to bring along my partner
as part of the staff.

John LaRue. You talked with him.

Yeah, I know he's had a few problems
in the past,

but I can vouch for him now.

Well, I'm sorry, Miss Fowler,
but the job really

isn't that important to me without him.

To be honest, we're pretty much of a team.

Yes, I'm afraid it does.

No, I don't think there's a chance
I'll change my mind.

I'm sure you'll find a good man
for the job.

Thanks for considering me. Bye.

-Now why not?
-Because I won't compromise

a major operation out of this precinct
just to satisfy an actor's artistic itch.

We've bent over backwards for three days
to accommodate you.

This is where it stops.
You're not going out.

Look, I said I'll absolve the police
department of all responsibility.

-I'll sign any kind of release you want.
-I've made my decision.

You're right, Captain. I apologize.

Thank you, Captain.

Mick, ask Henry to step in here,
would you?

Yes, sir.

Where have you been?

(clears throat)

I took Josh to the movies,

dropped him off at his mom's.

I was driving around afterward...

trying to find another movie to go to.

There was a fender bender.

Guys had the tire irons out.

So I move in to break it up,
reach in my pocket...

there's no badge, no gun.

I felt naked.

I don't like early retirement, Frank.

-I guess I want to fight this thing.
-Nothing to fight.

The girl made a statement
withdrawing all charges.

What about my jacket?

Didn't I violate a thousand

-department regulations?
-Nothing is going into your jacket, Henry.

-Why not?
-Just let it go.

-I can't.
-Henry.

-What'd I cost you?
-What's the difference?

The difference is protecting me
instead of believing in me.

How am I supposed to do that
when we both know you screwed up.

No, I won't own that one, Frank.
I did what I thought was right.

Henry, a lot of people
have soiled themselves

cloaked in what they thought was right.

I did what I thought was right
in the Hogan case. Hogan is dead.

I didn't stand up for what I thought
was right with Arnie Detweiler

and the result is I had something to trade
for your badge.

Now explain to me what notion of right
survives all that.

I don't know the answer to that, Frank.

I just don't know.

Maybe a civilian
can get away with playing daddy

to a 15-year-old hooker
at 2:00 in the morning, but not a cop.

And the fact
that you didn't have sex with her

is no excuse for a lousy judgment call.

-What do you want me to say, I was wrong?
-Yes.

All right, I was wrong!

Maybe I did make a mistake,
but I am what I am, Frank,

and I can't promise you I'm not gonna make
the same kind of mistake again.

And I can't promise you I'll be there
next time to cover your losses.

But in the meantime, Henry...

(keys jangling)

take back your hardware.

(door opens, closes)

(sighs)

Andy.

Oh, Lord. What are you doing here?

I went by the station
to see if I could find you.

They said you might be here.

I felt bad about this You're a nice guy.

I thought maybe I could buy you dinner.

I have had enough extravagant
celebrations today, thank you very much.

Well, how about a slow walk
around the block?

Look, lady, I'm a big boy.

And I gotta tell you something.

I don't need any sympathy
from someone such as yourself.

You caught me on a bad day, that's all.

You know, it could have been real good.

It could have been the best thing
that ever happened to you.

I'm talking about sincere human affection.

I'm not incapable of that, Andy.

You know,
it might come as a surprise to you,

but even a whore has a personal life.

I was hoping
maybe you'd want to be part of mine.

Cheryl.

Do you, uh, do you like baseball?

-Not especially.
-Hot dogs, beers.

I got these two tickets to a game tonight.

I'd love to.

If we're lucky,
maybe the rain will hold off.

If we're luckier, maybe it won't.

-(thunder crashes)
-(gasps)

Lieutenant? I heard a noise.

Oh. (chuckles)

Isn't it silly?

To have a nightmare
after getting the good news.

No. Postoperative dreaming is very common.

It's the anesthetic on top of the tension.

Would you like to talk about it?
Sometimes it helps.

Well, I was back on Hill 317.

That's in Vietnam.
It was night, a flare had gone up,

and I was standing in the light...

fully exposed, as it were.

Scared to death.

You're a very special man, Lieutenant,

to take on society's most thankless task.

Me?

-Do you think it's going to rain?
-Can I get you anything?

(chuckles) Oh.

Hmm.

Well, I guess I'd better
get back to the desk.

Nurse Wulfawitz.

You touch me to the core.

I'm sorry if I'm being forward,

but I found it impossible
to keep from thinking about you

since you first walked into this room.

And each time I see you, I experience
a sensation of inner awakening

that is too profound for words.

Oh, Howard.

I realize that sick male patients

frequently develop an emotional fixation
for their nurse,

but this feeling is...

You called me Howard.

Call me Linda, Howard.

And, yes, I've heard every story there is.

But a woman...

a woman must never
rule out the time and place...

when her man may appear.

I-- I have something to confess.

I was watching you sleep from the door.

I feel something, too.

Do you think-- (voice cracks)

Do you... (clears throat)

...think that a woman...

(sighs)

...like yourself...

might like to get to know

an old warrior better?

-This one. Mm-hmm.
-(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

-Say, bro.
-What do you say?

Where's your mean maiden aunt?

She got a headache.

Let's do it.

You do it, Shorty. Lie down.

What the hell is this, a rip off?

No, stupid,
it's the Democratic Convention.

(groans)

Where's your friend, that cracker?

I'm by myself.

Then keep us company.

We're going to our car. Wouldn't want
anybody to try and stop us.

(screams)

-Police! Freeze!
-(gunshot)

(panting)

(thunder crashes)

(Jon groans)

(whimpers)

It's funny. I can't feel nothing.

You're gonna be okay.

Hey, Mick. I think I'm dying.

Cut that out.

(groans)

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I wanted to see the damn thing go down,
so I figured I'd trail you, you know?

Just take it easy, kid.

Hold me.

I'm right here with you.

-Some scene.
-This ain't a movie, you hairbag.

Frank.

Oh, my. Come here.

I've been thinking.
You know what I'd like to do?

Enlighten me.

I'd like to secure a night's lodging
at, say, the Barton Arms,

take a nice leisurely bath,
order up some room service,

then slip between a set of crisp,
cool sheets and ride out the storm.

Sounds like a wonderful idea.

The ball's in your court, pizza man.

-(phone rings)
-Let it ring, Frank, please.

(continues ringing)

Furillo.

Yeah. Yeah?

(closing theme playing)