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Everybody down!

NARRATOR:
Coming tonight on Hill Street Blues...

-Police officer! Freeze!
-(gunshot)

-Money in the bank.
-Why? What happened?

Whiplash.

-Let me hear some numbers.
-Six thousand.

(scoffs) Do we take it?

Six thousand within 24 hours
of the incident

means they think they could be looking
at a $50,000 settlement.

I'm growing a boil.

Well, then let's go get it lanced.

No. It's not ready yet.

-Feeling lucky?
-(groans)

I'm their only son,
and I can't afford to help them.

Give me an order, Lieutenant.

Kiss me, Nurse Wulfawitz.

You're high, ain't you, Mizell?
Yeah, you're using.

How'd you hurt your neck?
Banging your head against the wall

in your nowhere job
in your nowhere precinct?

Let him go, man.

Still Mr. Personality, aren't you, Mizell?

Still on the Hill, aren't you, Furillo?

-That's enough.
-Seems to be for him.

-Hey, Mizell.
-(grunts)

-I'm ready!
-You're sick!

Pull it! Let him go! Pull it!

-(chattering)
-PHIL: Item eight.

County marshals are evicting

at 717 Woodruff Avenue
starting at 9:00 a.m.

This is a 30-family edifice

designated for immediate
and comprehensive urban renewal,

i.e., the wrecking ball.

Area patrols,

let's be sure and, uh, check on passer-bys
for traffic congestion.

Let's be aware that tenants
are at the risk of theft

in the course of the moving process.

And let's have Hill and Renko,

Coffey and Bates keep a presence
outside the building.

Let's.

-Will you stop fidgeting, Bobby?
-PHIL: Item nine.

The, uh, cadets of Group C
at the police academy

have asked me to announce
the crowning of a--

of a new champion... (chuckles)

in the annual Eat Till You Barf contest.

(laughing)

Said individual consumed 14 pork chops,

seven helpings of potato salad,
seven buttered rolls,

and a half-quart jar
of Swedish dill pickles

before succumbing
to the natural intestinal rejection.

Now, this surpassed the, uh,
long-standing record

formerly held by, uh, Cadet Lucille Bates.

-(whooping)
-(applauding)

Lucy, records are made to be broken.
Item 10.

Congratulations and best wishes
for the future

to our own Officer Tommy Geraci,

who'll be tying the matrimonial knot
at noon, Saturday!

In connection with the festivities tonight
at the Club Como, two announcements.

Andy Sloan, who will be
officiating the party

until the crap game begins,

uh, cordially invites everyone
on the day shift,

with the obvious exceptions,
who are asked, with sincere apologies,

to understand the necessity
of male-only activity on such occasions.

MAN: That's right. That's right.

Also, a reminder from Captain Furillo

that despite the physical removal
of the badge,

with the advent of after-hour
civilian pursuits,

it is still worn in spirit,
and that means keeping the party indoors

and superficially civilized.

(laughter)

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

And let's be careful out there, huh?

Oh, man, what kind of game
you trying to run now?

Damn, I hate eviction duty.

Try not to view the experience
with a jaundiced eye, Robert.

It may go smooth, it may go routine.

I'm gonna take my morning sit-down,

then you and I will sally forth
to greet this beautiful day as a friend.

Well, there goes someone
having regular sex, hmm?

Yeah. Check this out.

Oh, poopsie. Look.

Eviction. Guy came after me with a hammer.

Look, I'm collecting for Tommy's stag.

We're asking 20 bucks for the booze,
the room and the entertainment.

-That gonna cover the penicillin?
-Twenty bucks?

We're also asking ten bucks
per man for Tommy's present.

-What are you getting him?
-Ten bucks per man.

-Oh, that's thoughtful.
-MAN: I am naked!

I am buck naked! I'm naked! (laughing)

I'm naked, I'm naked, I'm naked!
(shouting)

-Got a name? Hey, you got a name?
-I am naked!

I'm looking for Jesse Brochart.
Resisting and assault.

Hiya, Miss Davenport. He's in holding.

-Thank you.
-MAN: I'm naked, I'm naked!

I'm buck naked!

Buck Naked.

-Buck naked.
-I don't wanna go to jail.

-Buck naked.
-(yelling)

(screams)

(Joyce screaming)

Back off! Back off or I'll break her neck!

Back off! Nobody's taking me to jail.

We're gonna hold court right here.
Back off!

-Back off! Back off!
-(Joyce screams)

(clamoring)

MAN: Let me go!

It's all right, Joyce.
You're gonna be all right.

Leo, call an ambulance.

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)

Belker.

(humming)

-Sit.
-Amen.

(humming)

-Name?
-Raoul.

And Seymour did it to me.

-(typewriter clacking)
-(laughing)

It could've been the reds.

It could've been the ludes.

-Could--
-(phone rings)

Belker.

Hi, Ma. Ma?

-Ma.
-(thuds)

Ma, calm down!
I can't help if I can't understand.

What do you mean you don't
have the strength? I wish the marines--

He was hit by a car?

Oh, God.

Is he all right?

You're sure it's just a broken finger?

Never mind. Did he see Dr. Lehman?

Good.

What was he doing?

Ma, how's somebody his age
gonna chase cars?

Look, I'll come over tonight.

We'll get this all straightened out,
all right?

(man humming)

All right. That's my girl.

I'll see you tonight.

Give my love to Pop.

Goodbye.

(humming)

-(drawer opens)
-(rustles)

Uh, Dr. Lehman, please.
This is Michael Belker calling.

Hey, ask him
if he's got any Nembutal, man.

Button it!

Uh, would he be in later on?

Do you think he could
make me one of his calls?

I'm at the Hill Street Station.

No, it isn't.
It's for a member of my family.

No, that would be great. Whenever he can.

Thank you very much.

Doctor coming?

(growling)

(mutters, thuds)

Hey, babe, what's the deal?

-He'll be right with you, okay?
-LARUE: Thank you, sweet thing.

Get the call on service, Maureen, and tell
the guy we're waiting on the parts.

Good typist?

Couldn't come in under
your own steam, huh, J.D.?

-You gotta call in your pulling guard?
-LARUE: What do you mean?

Come on.
I just got off the phone with her.

Here, take the compact.

Hey, hey, whoa. Wait a second.

You telling me I can't call my own sister
to say hello?

(sighs) There are the keys, J.D.

Take the compact
and get the hell off the lot.

Oh, that's a nice car, if you're a midget.

-Come on, babe. Let's go.
-Wait a minute.

This is how you treat
your own brother-in-law?

You give him the bum's rush?

Hey, look, man. Hey.

I was kinda thinking
about that big baby over there.

-That's the car I drive.
-Oh. You hear that, Neal?

Look, Rob, you don't want
to sell me a car, so be it.

What do you mean, sell?

-Money in the bank.
-Why? What happened?

I was rear-ended by an exec
from Timmons Textile.

Double vision, whiplash.

Lawyer says we're looking
at some serious numbers.

-You got good coverage?
-Company car.

Yeah, a couple of weeks,
I'll probably be rolling in it.

Leastways, according to my lawyer.

(sighs) I don't know.
What do you think, Neal?

Maybe I should buy a compact.

-They're cost-efficient--
-You'll get a few extra miles on 'em.

But, uh, that baby out there, it, uh,

runs like a dream.

(man shouting)

Hey, don't--

-Hey, are you all right?
-Yeah.

-That TV.
-What a shame.

(chattering)

You're a pool ball, and I'm a pool cue,
and I just do like this.

MAN: Hey, he hit me!
The lousy jerk hit me!

-How come he hit you?
-That guy upstairs, he's crazy.

-Come on. I want him arrested, now.
-All right, all right.

Come on.

Mrs. Kramer, wait.
Wait a minute, Mrs. Kramer.

You owe me $84.

Just let them board the bus.

So all of a sudden it means I got money?

-Because I'm being evicted?
-Mrs. Kramer.

I'll try and pay you the five dollars
a week like I always done.

Just 'cause I'm moving
doesn't mean I became a crook.

-Let her get on the bus.
-Don't treat me like a criminal.

-I gave groceries for 20 years on credit.
-Okay, I'm sorry.

OLD MAN: You're sorry? My business--
What's gonna happen?

-LUCY: I can't tell you--
-WOMAN: Oh, my God!

It's ruined. What did they do?

I'm sorry, ma'am.
He kinda dropped it before he got away.

First my house, and now my TV.

It's the only company I got.

The hell with that, pal!
You're under arrest!

Everybody calm down
till we get this worked out.

There's nothing to work out!

These are the last people on the floor,
and I gotta padlock this door!

You're not doing anything

until my grandmother gets good
and ready to leave.

And I wanted this character arrested.

ANDY: Y'all wanna be quiet, or y'all
wanna go downtown? Make a choice.

Worchak, I understand your problem.

But forget the arrest, okay?

We got enough trouble as it is
without pushing for a riot.

Mr. Grundy,
we've got our orders to follow,

so if you could get your things
and move them downstairs.

I am not going anywhere without her.
That's that.

Mrs. Grundy, it seems
as though we have a--

I don't believe a policeman's uniform's
ever been in this house before.

I can believe that, ma'am.

Don't you wanna come and go as a family?

I couldn't stand the commotion.

I couldn't stand getting used to it.

My legs are gone.
They're just like rubber.

And I can hardly see.

No, I believe I'll stay right here.

(sighs)

Why don't you take
some of your things downstairs,

and just have one of the young kids
come back and stay with her?

-Come back later.
-Officer--

Just do some of the other floors
and come back later.

Seems like you still got
some raising to do.

(chuckling)

No, I raised Jerome's parents,

and I raised Jerome.

I believe I've done my portion.

Step out for a second.

Mrs. Grundy...

(exhales)

I'm terribly sorry about all of this,

but I'm afraid you don't have any choice.

If you don't go now on your own,

then they're just gonna
come back and take you.

That wouldn't be fitting.

The Lord has his ways, baby.

The Lord has his ways.

Yes, he does.

Yes, he does.

Yes, he does.

(humming)

Michael, there's no point
in sugaring the pill.

Your father had a senile episode
this morning.

But he's been doing better, hasn't he?

This was the first flare-up
in around a month.

You've asked me for my opinion.
Let me give it to you.

Your father's arteries have hardened.

He's not getting enough blood
to his brain.

-What?
-And his condition is not reversible.

Overall, he's gonna get worse.

What do you have, a crystal ball?

Michael, how long have
I treated your family?

Your father's had this condition
for 15 years.

We medicated him.

We had him on as much of a diet
as he would accept.

Why hasn't anyone told me?

Because there was nothing to say.

He was leading a normal life.

There is one thing
we have to say now, though, Michael.

Your mother cannot give your father
the care that he's going to need.

What about a nurse?

Home nurses are $95 a shift.

Would a nurse help?

I know you love your parents, Michael,
but bankrupting yourself is not going--

Thank you very much
for your time, Dr. Lehman.

(knocks on door)

-Yeah, Mick?
-How's Miss Davenport?

Uh, they think she may
have a broken cheekbone.

-I'm sorry.
-I'm grateful it wasn't worse.

I heard you cleaned
that guy's clock for him.

I need a couple of hours
personal time, Captain.

Of course.

Is everything all right, Mick?

I gotta go to the bank.

I gotta get a loan.
I gotta get a nurse for my father.

-How old is he?
-Eghty-two.

He needs help, and I can't...

I'm their only son,
and I can't afford to help them.

Mick.

-Howard.
-Nurse Wulfawitz.

How do you feel?

Oh, pretty chipper over all.

It seems a few
of my self-absorbing stitches, um,

don't want to self-absorb.

I see.

You left these in your hospital room.

My marine dog tags.

I've been waiting to return them.

-Waiting for you to call.
-Well, I meant them for a present.

A token of a soldier's esteem.

Why haven't you called me, Howard?

(knocks)

Well, what's this libel you're circulating
about my stitches?

-How are you, doctor?
-Just fine.

-Give me some light, nurse.
-Okay.

Are... Are you gonna take them out now?

Aren't you gonna use some anesthetic or--

Oh, I would like to get a picture of this
for their representative.

One hundred percent
self-absorption, my foot.

(whistling)

(snips)

There you go, Lieutenant.

You can still dance
in the Roxy chorus line.

-That won't scar much at all.
-(taps)

Thanks ever so much.

(curtain pull closes)

(sighs)

WULFAWITZ: Howard!

Don't you put your pants on.
We were discussing phone calls.

Well, I thought, uh...

I guess it was just plain fear. I--

I tried to dial the number so many times.

Oh, and I willed that phone to ring.

Well--

-Do you want us to see each other?
-I do.

I am such a fumble-tongue!

You know, I'm very articulate in command.

Give me an order, Lieutenant.

Kiss me, Nurse Wulfawitz.

Howard.

Mm. Mm.

Oh!

I want you to meet my parents.

(police siren wailing)

MAN: Coming through. Excuse us.

(horn honking)

MAN: Just keep away.

I mean it, sonny!

-Please, Mr. Seligman.
-Don't, Mr. Seligman.

HENRY: I just want you
to be able to hear me.

Come with your boss,
I'll be able to hear perfectly.

I promise you,
my boss said I could speak for him.

So, I'm listening. Speak.

We're in close touch
with the Housing Authority.

They're trying to address
the situation right now.

Housing Authority, phooey.

For five months, all I get from them,
they're gonna move us to the Hotel Crane.

You know the Hotel Crane?

I took a bus last week. I saw it.

The people who break in
and beat up live there.

What's the point I move?

I should wait for the night
they beat me up?

-I'd rather jump.
-It's only temporary, Mr. Seligman.

Don't talk to me temporary.

I want to see a picture of building
I can live in like a mensch.

I want to see a lease.

That's all I got to say.

-We get you a bowl of soup?
-Get me a safe place to live.

(man shouting)

-Hey!
-The boys!

-The man, huh?
-Please, watch your language.

(laughs)

-Come on. Sit. Relax.
-All right, all right.

-You want some wine? Grab a glass.
-All right, all right.

-I'm into wine now.
-What kind of wine is this?

-What is this?
-This? A little insurance grift.

Huh! That's beautiful.
And what's good with you, boychick?

You are, Sid, baby. (sniffs) You are.

(sniffs) Okay.

-You boys ready to gain some weight?
-Hey, always.

Okay, I think I can put you in touch
with that chef tonight.

You hear that? Oh, way to go, Sidney.

-Now, I've reserved five pounds--
-Hey, whoa, whoa.

-We can't get that fat.
-Oh, that's right.

-You were talking about a deuce, right?
-That's our max, baby.

Okay, that's so.
I think I can piece the rest out.

I just wanted to give
you boys the shot, huh?

What a guy, huh? We appreciate that.

That's okay. I think we're gonna be doing
a lot of business together.

I mean, this one particular guy,
he's a one-shot,

but, I mean, I'm very well connected
with their nationality.

-Uh-huh!
-Sid, how ya doing?

Hey, uh, look who's here.

You're early, huh?

-How you making it?
-I'm doing fine.

I'm just talking with a couple friends.
Give me a couple minutes, okay? Okay.

(indistinct)

-Why don't your friends meet your friends?
-What?

Hey, maybe they don't want to meet you.

We already know each other.

Oh, is that right?
You know this character?

-Yeah.
-We're in the same racket.

Hey, it's a big world. A lot of noses.

What's he calling himself?

Hey, I don't care
if he calls himself Shirley Temple.

No, no, no, no. I just--
You know what I'm gonna do?

I'll call them Garbage and Cans.

Hey, Ace, let's you and me
go into the john.

That's right.
That's where you got your start, isn't it?

-Come on.
-SID: Come on, guys.

We're all adults. Let's not.

You don't change, do you, Mizell?
You're still 100 percent tube steak.

-He's my action.
-The hell he is.

We've been working him three weeks.

I don't care if you're working him
three years. He's Narcotics. He's mine.

You beat it!

Where do you get the stones telling him
we know each other?

Oh, you're such a deep thinker, LaRue.

What, did I blow your cover
'cause one dealer knows another?

People say you screwed
your career behind booze,

but I think you're stupid.

Come on. You swing on me.

Because I'll rip your arm off
and put it down your throat.

You're high, ain't you, Mizell?
Yeah, you're using.

How'd you hurt your neck, LaRue?
Banging your head against the wall

in your nowhere job
in your nowhere precinct?

Let him go, man!

Hey, 86. Nobody needs this.

Teddy, Steve.

SID: I'll start making my appointments
in separate restaurants.

-Kook.
-Yeah.

Where have you been
all your life, detective?

-Excuse me?
-You haven't generated a credit record.

You seem to have been an underground man.

-I got my car there, my utilities.
-No credit cards.

I always paid cash.

I know it's a paradox,

but your not having borrowed before
makes you a poor candidate for a loan.

-Uh-huh.
-The other problem, of course, is salary.

For a $10,000 loan, unsecured,

we'd like to see you bring in
about half again your present income.

(laughs) So would I.

I'm afraid the credit history alone
gets you a no.

Well, it doesn't make me happy
to say that, detective.

You have an excellent reason for the loan,
and my guess is you're a decent risk.

If you can find a cosignator,
come back and see me.

Would you give me some idea
where else I might apply?

Loan companies are your obvious bet,
but they like you to have some property.

I got a car.

It's 12 years old. You really haven't--

-Oh, my God!
-MICK: What is it, a stickup?

Try to stay calm and don't move.

Is it called in?

It's automatic.

-I have a heart condition.
-Everything's gonna be fine.

I want you to tell me
when they leave the teller.

All right.

MICK: There's gonna be cars outside
in about 30 more seconds.

Oh, my God!

Who's your favorite baseball team?

The St. Louis Cardinals.

Who is your favorite player?

Stan the Man. There they go.

Get down.

-Oh!
-Everybody down!

-(tires screeching)
-(gunfire)

-Police officer! Freeze!
-(gunshot)

-(gunshot)
-(woman sobbing)

(police siren wailing)

You know the drill, detective.

Stick close to your desk.
Looks to me like about 24 hours.

I want to thank you, detective.

I'd like to know
a little more about this loan.

So you can tell me I'm a jerk,
I'm an underground man?

I want to know if you're being realistic.

Is it just the start
of what you'll be spending

-for your father's medical care, or--
-I want to get him a nurse.

The application says what it's for.
It's for 100 days.

Is he terminal?

-Is he not expected--
-He's my father!

Look...

I'm gonna cosign this note for you.

Why?

'Cause I pulled a gun and killed somebody
to save your lousy bank a couple grand?

You're an honorable man, Officer Belker.

We put that under
"additional information" in the file.

-When can I get the check?
-Stop by in the morning?

Thank you.

Frank, you got any juice
at Housing Authority?

Ah, not so you'd notice.

My jumper wants you to bring him
a picture of someplace

he knows is safe and a signed lease
for an apartment there.

He doesn't trust anybody at Housing.

-Where do they wanna place him?
-The Hotel Crane.

I mean, my guy's the only guy on a ledge.

But 18 out of 30 apartments,
they were people with Social Security.

Put them in a zoo like the Crane,
they might as well go off a roof.

Henry, you trying to get this guy down,

or are you acting
as his real estate broker?

I'm trying to give you a sense
of his frame of mind.

He doesn't feel he has anything to lose.
He's gonna jump.

All right. I'll get back to you.

(phone thuds)

Ray, would you get me
the Housing Authority, please?

I'm telling you at the start, Jerry,

I will not have my men or their cover
jeopardized by territorial jealousies.

That's not how I heard the story, Frank.

Mizell says he's made
the best of a bad situation.

Everyone had seen everyone else.
It was obvious they all knew each other.

The most dangerous thing
would've been for him to play dumb.

He's lying, Captain.
He had plenty of room to walk.

We're just gonna go around
and around with this.

Can we just tell them to get lost?

Still Mr. Personality, aren't you, Mizell?

Still on the Hill, aren't you, Furrilo?

-That's enough.
-Seems to be for him.

Shut your mouth, Mizell!

Let's make some decisions here.

You guys aren't looking to get married.
All you have to do is work together.

I think in terms of budget for the buy
and everything else,

it would make sense
if we went joint venture.

-Is that livable?
-How does the bust go?

-Whoever makes it.
-No dice, Mizell.

The bust is coordinated
and made in concert, understood?

(scoffs)

Turn around.

Is that understood?

You're a hell of an impressive guy,
Furillo.

-Do you do that for the mirror at night?
-Get outta here.

-I'm sorry, Frank.
-That's not nearly good enough, Jerry.

-What's going on?
-Hey, come on!

You had him.
You know, he's always been a bad egg.

-He's also my best cop.
-He's also out of control.

Look, he's under a lot of pressure.

He's on top of some
very heavy stuff right now.

I mean, that guy this afternoon?

Mizell says he's part of a whole thing
at the airport.

And your guys fall into him because
LaRue's got the same bookmaker.

You're not addressing the problem.

And you're not realizing what it's like
to go 18 months under!

You live with crazies, Frank!
You get a little crazy!

Not like this.

Ten days. Two weeks.

I'll be able to bring him in.

I mean, this here, this'll work out fine
for everybody. You'll see.

Your guys'll be able to sit on him.

-Bring him in, Jerry.
-Two weeks, tops.

-Neal, J.D.
-Uh, Detective.

Oh, two minutes.

Uh...

-Mrs. Furillo?
-Attorney Wachtel.

-Oh, Alan, please.
-Alan.

Well, how are you?
I'm delighted to see you again.

I'm fine, thank you.
Just waiting to see my husband.

Oh. Have you reconciled?

No. I guess I just call him
that out of habit.

Uh-huh. Has there actually been a divorce?

-Afraid so. Four years ago.
-Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

And, uh, if you don't mind
too intrusive an inquiry,

what's your alimony, Fay?

-My alimony?
-Yeah.

I mean, are you satisfied
with the settlement?

They're never engraved in brass,
you know. (chuckles)

Oh, listen to me.
Business, business, business.

What I really wanted to know is

whether I could take you out
to dinner some night?

-I don't know.
-Well, think about it.

But think about both things.

Hey, Al. How's it going?

Frank, I have the Housing Commissioner.

-How long will this--
-Just a few minutes, really.

I have the most important thing
to tell you.

Wait in my office.

What do you know?

We just got an offer
from Timmons's insurers.

-Yeah? Let me hear some numbers.
-Six thousand.

-Hoo.
-You feel light-headed?

-Do we take it?
-Are you kidding?

Six thousand within 24 hours
of the incident

means they think they could be looking
at a $50,000 settlement.

A hundred if it goes to trial.

-For a stiff neck?
-Shh. Keep your voice down.

You don't know
who's stringing in a place like this.

(chattering)

Let me tell you something, John.

When you had the presence of mind
to faint after that accident,

you opened up the whole spectrum
of neurological possibility.

I mean, they don't know
whether they're looking at

spinal damage, cranial trauma.

Believe me, I could drop a dime
this minute.

I can get you a check for $15,000.

Hoo.

You're gonna have to babysit me, Al.

When a guy's been tap city
as long as I have--

I understand. I understand completely.

Now, you just keep visiting
that neurologist.

You leave the talking
to Timmons's people with me, huh?

-John?
-Huh?

-You see this guy here?
-Oh, yeah.

-Got hit by a cab.
-Ah.

Well, you know, technically, I, uh, can't.

But, uh...

will you let him know
that I'm an attorney?

But if those units are vacant,
Commissioner--

I understand
they're in the federal purview.

Henry on two.

Commissioner, you mean to tell me

that with a man about to take
his own life, you're not prepared to--

The housing he was offered wasn't safe.

That's right.
We'd be giving into blackmail.

You're a man of great imagination,
Commissioner.

It's been a pleasure talking with you.

-Yeah, Henry?
-You'd better get down here, Frank.

Henry, I have nothing to give the man.
I'm batting zero.

I've gotta be able
to tell him you're coming.

(sighs) All right.

I'm afraid we're gonna
lose this guy, Frank.

Just tell him I'm on my way.

Uh, Fay, we have a guy
up on a tenement roof,

and I have to be down there.

-I've got some very exciting news, Frank.
-What?

You remember that interview
I had with Jon Gennaro?

Yeah.

-The one that you arranged for me?
-I remember.

-It sold.
-That's great.

-Guess for how much?
-Fay, I can't imagine.

-Come on. Guess.
-Fay. $500.

-Add a zero, mister.
-Really?

(giggles) Five big ones, Frank.
Can you believe it?

I mean, I must've spent it
ten different ways on the way over here.

What do you think, springtime in Paris?

-Maybe a new car?
-A new car?

Well, I'm just fantasizing.
But, I mean, it's so wonderful!

I wouldn't go out buying a new car.

-What?
-Uh, never mind.

-We'll talk about it tomorrow.
-Talk about what?

-Forget it. Just congratulations.
-Forget what?

The 1,900 I loaned you last year
when you front-ended your current car.

What about it?

Well, I just thought
before you go out on a buying spree--

I don't believe you're bringing that up
now at this time.

I was skipping it. You insisted.

Who knew you were gonna slap a lien on me?

I'm not slapping a lien on you.

This is my day of triumph!
I'm getting national publication!

Forget it. I'm sorry I said it.

I really couldn't be happier for you.

Sure.

I can understand why.

Fay.

I can pay my own way, mister!

I got money in the bank!

-(police siren wailing)
-MAN: Stand back. Stand back.

(man speaking Spanish)

Jump! Jump!

To the right, Captain.

HENRY: You want anything in the meantime,
you just say so.

(door opens, closes)

-There he is.
-You're Henry's boss?

Yes, I am.

Why don't you listen to him
and come on down?

This is his news he's bringing?

No, it isn't, Mr. Seligman. It isn't.

We may have something
in the works for you, Mr. Seligman.

(chattering)

Hey! Hey, you with that car!
Get that car outta here!

Let's go. Move the car. Councilman.

Well, Officer Hill,
I see you've got everything under control.

How's our jumper?

He hasn't jumped.

Now I'll show you what
a good councilman can do. Excuse me.

Why don't you let me help you down,
Mr. Seligman, so we can talk?

I can talk fine from here, thanks.

I don't come down without what I said.

Excuse me, please.
I think I can help on that.

-I'm your councilman, Mr. Seligman.
-(speaks foreign language)

What did he say?

This is Councilman Detweiler,
Mr. Seligman.

I think we have an arrangement
for you, old-timer,

if we can all get off this roof.

Now, the, uh,
the radio people said that you--

that, uh, you, uh, wanted to see
a photograph.

Careful.

-This is?
-144 Dekker, the Heights.

Some citizens,
they couldn't keep up with the taxes.

Mr. Seligman, it's about
as safe a neighborhood

as you're gonna find in this city.

I oughta know. We're gonna be
the next thing to neighbors.

What about the lease?

A solid year.

What about the others?

It's a 14-unit dwelling, my friend.

I accept.

(soft chattering)

Not bad for a drunk, eh, Furillo?

What I like to think
we proved today is not

that Arnold Detweiler
takes care of his constituents.

I hope by now
that isn't something that needs proving.

I think we've proved
that institutions can and do work

if the people in authority
help bring them alive,

if only they help make them responsive
to the needs of the people.

-Councilman, what about--
-No, no, no. I'm sorry, Gary.

I've gotta get home to dinner.
My missus is gonna kill me.

-Excuse me.
-(chattering)

Well, Officer Hill, keep up the good work.

You'd better get up to 403.

Apparently a place was secured.

(woman sobbing)

It's... It's like she just decided to die.

(chattering)

-How you feel, Tommy?
-Not as good as I'm gonna.

You guys are coming, aren't you?

-Wouldn't miss it for the world.
-We'll see you there.

I swear, Robert.
I hate to lose a night from my rotation.

Just think of those two poor women--

Cheryl and Teresa,
both deprived of my charms.

You know, Renko, sometimes you're funny,
and sometimes you're just a fool.

Now, Bobby Hill,
you're off your feed tonight,

and I would like to know the reason why.

I closed that old lady's
eyes today, Renko.

And I'm also having
a lot of pain in my butt.

(locker door closes)

Are we talking, uh, hemmies?

No, it's on the outside.
I think I'm growing a boil.

-Well, then, let's go get it lanced.
-No, it's not ready yet.

You know, I had one of
these things six years ago.

There was one day I was
afraid I wasn't gonna die.

-Feeling lucky?
-(groans)

(upbeat music playing)

-Man, where you been?
-Hey!

I got you something important.
You gonna love this.

You gonna love this!

Tommy. Tommy.
Someone I'd like you to meet--

-What'd you say your name was again?
-Arlene.

Arlene and Ginger.

-So, how are you doing?
-(laughs)

Things are gonna be fine.

-So, you're the man of the hour, huh?
-I'm more like around 90 seconds.

Oh, honey, don't you worry about that.

MAN: That's right.
Don't you worry about that.

-Ginger, you gotta promise me one thing.
-What's that?

You won't fall in love with me,
because I'll just break your heart.

-Oh.
-I'll be next.

(clamoring)

I got-- I got--

I got $30 right there.

Seven coming up.

(cheering)

All right! I'll tell you.

I'm with you boys in spirit.
That's for sure.

Wait. Give me some of that spread.
There we go.

♪ I bet I do, bet I don't ♪

♪ Don't drink liquor
Don't snort toot ♪

♪ Come on, baby
Shoot, shoot, shoot ♪

(all laughing)

-Betting 40. Betting 40.
-Put your money up.

You gonna play? You just can't sit there.

If you're gonna sit there,
get on and sit somewhere else.

Hey, man, you ain't said--
you're faded, brother.

-A yard says the man can't.
-Bet I will, bet I won't. I got you!

-Yeah!
-(laughs)

Some of that belongs to me.

-New shooter. New shooter.
-I ain't do too bad.

Give me the dice. Give me your dice.
Who's got the dice?

Right in the front. All right.

New shooter coming up.

Got 200. Yes!

-I got two Franklins here says I can.
-Hey, easy, my man, easy.

-LARUE: No sweat.
-That must be a strange feeling.

Oh, yeah. You want
the Mr. Nowhere Contest, right, Mizell?

It's down the hall.

What are you, LaRue,
a few bucks ahead here, huh?

I'm gonna have to sit down
till you blow all of that.

When's the last time you left a game
with money in your pocket?

When there was a raid? (laughs)

I can walk whenever I want.

And I bet you don't need a drink either,
do you, LaRue?

Because, I mean, you do that for pleasure.

What's the matter with you, Mizell?

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's the soul shaker.

I'm sorry. I lost you in the lights, boy.

Must've been a real good shipment, sucker.
Got you wired nice and tight.

No, no, no, no. Back off, Neal.

Hey, Mizell, why don't you
teach me some kung fu?

(grunts)

-Come on, guys!
-Mizell!

-Let me go! Let me go!
-You like that?

-Let me go! Let me go!
-Get outta here!

-You all right?
-Yeah, I'm all right.

-Boy, get out.
-Break it up.

It's over. It's over. Now, let's go back.

Hopped-up, junko narc.

He can't even find the door. I'd like to--

It's over with, man.
Let's just party, all right?

-Everybody party.
-Come on. It's over.

J.D., this fool's taking a damn crowbar
to your car, man.

Don't everybody go out there!

(clamoring)

LARUE: Mizell!

Mizell!

-Come on. This way.
-Mizell!

No, man! Don't!

-MAN: Stop him!
-LARUE: Do something!

Mizell! Look, you better stop it, man!

Mizell, I gonna kill you, man!
It's my brother-in-law's car.

All right. All right. Hey. Hey.

Mizell, look at this! Watch me!

Watch me! Mizell!

(men shouting)

All right! What do you think?

(shouting continues)

-Come on! Let's do it!
-Wait, wait, wait!

-Come on! Let's go!
-I'm ready!

Stop it! Be cool, baby! Stop it. Stop it.

-Pull it! Let him go! Pull it!
-Relax.

-You need help, man. You're sick.
-Hush up, J.D.!

Hush up, man. Come on.

LARUE: Look at you, you junkie!

Put it down, Stanley.

Put it down, Stanley.

I can buy two more
of those tomorrow, you know.

-Let it go. Let it go, man!
-You're sick, Danny. Sick!

You go near Sid and I'll kill you!

I'll kill you.

(laughs)

Come on. Let's go. Come on.

(door closes)

-Hi.
-Hi.

-How you feeling?
-All right.

-I ache.
-Mm-hmm.

This, uh,

it isn't broken, Frank.

That's wonderful.

I'm so grateful to you.

Oh, don't be silly.

When he had me...

all I could think...

you'd come to take care of me.

I was so proud.

I love you.

Sleep.

(phone ringing)

Took his weapon, then shot him.
Maybe the same piece.

You heard about the fight
between him and LaRue?

Yeah, I got it on the way.

I want J.D. in for questioning.

Two weeks, Frank,
I was gonna bring him in.

(radio chatter)

(thunder rumbling)

(closing theme playing)