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NARRATOR: In the last episode
of Hill Street Blues...

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

-Leo, call an ambulance.
-(clamoring)

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

Whiplash.

-Let me hear some numbers.
-Six thousand.

-I'm growing a boil.
-Then let's go get it lanced.

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.

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

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

-(grunts) Come on!
-You're sick!

Pollack, let him go! Pollack!

You heard about
the fight he had with LaRue?

I want J.D. brought in for questioning.

NARRATOR: And now,
tonight on Hill Street Blues.

Two gunshots, one serious.

I could have saved him.
I may have botched it.

I don't think maybe you know
what it is you're saying here.

The only person further out in the cold
on the Mizell case than I am is Mizell.

What the hell's going on here?

Guys like Daniels and Detweiler
make their careers

on the backs of middle-level grunts
like you and me.

I did my training. I did my service.

A lot of people did.

-In 'Nam?
-Yeah.

How many people you shoot?

-Can't you just lance it or something?
-I suppose I could try.

-This might hurt a little.
-Oh, no.

COFFEY: What's the beef?

Guy's got eight people
and half a dozen weapons in there.

-(police siren wailing)
-HOWARD: This is the police.

Surrender yourself now,
and we'll consider this

nothing more
than a minor misunderstanding.

(people chattering)

A personal aside, uh,
en passant, people...

or gentlemen, I should say.

If a mere one-tenth of the rumors
I've heard are true,

last night's bachelor festivities...

-(all murmuring)
-...at the Club Como charted new frontiers

for bizarre off-duty behavior
intoxication-wise,

interpersonal relation-wise and otherwise.

In particular, those portions
of the evening's program

which included, among other things,
green felt, femmes de pauvres,

tire irons, and which, unfortunately,

carried over to a nearby
public thoroughfare.

At minimum, guys, next time...

let's take it off the Hill, shall we?

Uh, additionally, people,
with regards to events of last night,

it appears that we've got a make
on a '75 Grand Prix, four-door,

black on maroon, license:
Baker, Donald, Uncle, 737.

This vehicle was observed
departing the Mizell homicide

-at time and place of occurrence.
-(all groan)

The observer, a civic-minded
street princess known as Chantelle.

-(all murmuring)
-(man whistles)

In so far as said vehicle
is registered not to J.D. LaRue,

but rather to one James Feeny,

also known as Jimmy Feeny,
also known as Jimbo,

also known as Jimmy "The Nose" Flaherty.

-(all laugh)
-Also known as Procaine James.

May I remind you that although, uh,

Detective Stanley Mizell
may never have won

a popularity contest in this department,

and although I personally,
when he was assigned up here in '78,

felt obliged on one occasion to, uh,

somewhat modify his orthodonture--

-MAN: You too?
-(all laugh)

Nevertheless, he was a police officer,

and he was slain in the line of duty.

In which further regard,

the family has established
a memorial fund.

Contributions are invited.

Hey, next time Chantelle takes a bust,

let's remember we owe her one, huh?

-(all murmuring)
-MAN: All right! Yeah.

Item 14, a new undercover operation

will commence today
in the vicinity of Waverly Alley

with Detective Belker undercover
to investigate

the recent rash of auto-related
personal injury scams

being perpetrated in the vicinity.

The M.O. of said scams
involving, among other things,

the recruitment of various Waverly
vagrants by an unknown consortium

for pratfalls against the fenders
of unsuspecting and passing motorists,

resulting in false injuries, fraudulent
medical examinations, doctored X-rays,

consequent liability suits, and, often,
substantial out-of-court settlements.

(all groaning, murmuring)

Supporting roles in this investigation
are to be provided by

Sergeant Henry Goldblume
and Officers Hill and Renko.

The latter hopefully
cognizant of the, uh, fact

that in acting, particularly,
less is oftentimes more.

(all laugh)

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

And let's be careful out there.

(telephone ringing)

Can you believe
this Stan Mizell Memorial Fund?

Yeah. The guy was my partner
for five months.

He never paid for one haircut,

one meal, one suit of clothes
the whole time he was here.

The first week I'm in South Ferry,
I'm in the ladies room washin' up.

Mizell pops out of a stall
and cops a feel.

Then he got what he deserved... death.

Oh, Captain, Captain.

Look, about last night,
the party and then afterwards outside--

I heard about it, J.D.

I may not like what happened,

but I don't blame you
specifically on any level.

Work on Feeny this morning,
anything you can get.

Right. Thanks, Captain.

(grunts) Next time I send you out
for pipe tobacco, Ballantine,

could you try to avoid
the Bulgarian brands?

The clerk said Boris, Prince of Krum,
was excellent, sir.

(groans, spits)

Oh, Frank, I've been hearing a rumor

of prostitutes on premises
at the Club Como last night.

There was also a cop murder last night.

Which would you have me
attend to first, Howard?

(scoffs) Just issue
a gol-darn memo, Frank.

When the need arises, men,

move ten dollars
from one pocket to the other, and, uh...

What?

Judas Priest, man,
how do you spell relief?

Frank. Frank.

Chief Daniels wants to see you
and Jerry Fuchs on the Mizell homicide.

-Division?
-He's coming here.

Anybody belong to this apple juice?

Henry?

Yuck! (groans)

Oh, is that wretched.

It must have fermented.

Ooh! Ew!

MAN: Morning, Howard.

All right, who's the joker?

Where is it?

I gotta be at the urologist's
in half an hour.

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)

Frank, I'm instructing you
to keep Jerry apprised

at every phase of this investigation.

Mizell was Special Narcotics,
so that's only fair.

At the same time, Jerry,

I want you to cooperate fully with Frank.

I'll need his files, all his 347s.

-Anything he needs, understood?
-Understood.

That'll do it, gentlemen.

-HOWARD: Oh, Frank...
-(door opens)

...just 30 seconds of your time
on a different matter.

You don't have to bother with this, Jerry.

Forget every word I just said.

-Fuchs gets nothing on this case.
-What?

I don't want him involved, Frank.

A homicide took place on the Hill,
and it is your job to take care of it.

We just spent 20 minutes talking
about full and open communication.

Don't you think that's
gonna be a little awkward?

Captain Fuchs's hindquarters

are flapping in the breeze
on this one, Frank.

Under the circumstances,
it would hardly be appropriate

to let him anywhere
near this investigation.

What are you talking about?

-(papers rustling)
-This, for openers

Your eyes only, Frank.

A copy of Mizell's autopsy report.

Barbiturates, Percodan, cocaine...

and every other damn thing in his body.

The man had a raging case of gonorrhea.

We're gonna be burying some very dirty
blue underwear tomorrow, Frank.

I've worked with Fuchs for 12 years.

He's a decent cop and a friend.
I'd rather not work behind his back now.

There's a key in there too. Safe deposit.

Run it down.

Not everyone's as happy in their
occupational niche as you are, Frank.

Meaning?

Meaning, I've been watching Jerry Fuchs
operate for a year and a half now.

Regular little empire he's building
over there in Special Narcotics.

I like a man who's ambitious, Frank,
as long as he's a team player.

But Fuchs has been carrying on
like he's not answerable to anyone.

Maybe it's time for us
to bring him down a peg or two.

Tell the truth. Is he after me?

He's after me, isn't he?

I mean, if he said I was ambitious,
he's gotta be after me, right?

Is there something you should
be telling me right now

that I don't know about, Jer?

I swear on my mother, Frank,
I was gonna bring Mizell in.

Didn't I tell you that last night?

In the alley, didn't I? I said two weeks.

I need all that stuff, Jer.
When can you get it to me?

I gotta think this one out, Frank.

If he's after me,
I gotta play it the same way.

-I gotta protect myself.
-From what?

Frank, we've been friends a long time.

I gotta wrestle with the angel
on a couple of things.

Not good enough, Jerry.

Six o'clock then.

Hey, six o'clock.

It's gonna take me half that long
just to get everything together.

You're asking me as a friend.
As a friend, sure, okay.

But you better stay straight with me.

If you're sitting on something,
I'm gonna find out about it anyway,

so you may as well tell me now.

Six o'clock, Frank.
I got some choices I gotta make.

What do you want?

COFFEY: We have a complaint
about noise, sir.

Could you open the door?

(locks clanking)

I've had a noise complaint since 1969.
You the man I see about that?

You make him go to work. Make him go!

The counselors get him jobs.

He don't go.

He's got screamin' in his ears. Okay.

But then...

She won't even go to her own work.
She got a good job.

Yet she'll mind my business.

Like $1.75 an hour gonna help.

Like a grown man gonna pack boxes.

That a job for a grown man?

WOMAN: It's a training program!

Some people don't understand!

I did my training. I did my service.

A lot of people did.

You?

Yeah.

In 'Nam?

Yeah.

-How many people you shoot?
-That's none of your business.

-What's your problem, man?
-Nothin'.

Nothin'.

He was such a wonderful young man,

just happy all the time, you know?

Then he went over there,
and when he came back...

Mm.

It's like he couldn't do anything anymore.

He couldn't sleep.

He got bad dreams.

He's gettin' violent.

(stutters) He started goin'
for therapy over at the VA.

But it was like too much had happened,

or...

I don't know.

Nine years, he still gets the flashbacks.

He goes over to the VA, but, uh...

Seems like nobody can help Vernon.

And he's so ashamed.

Ashamed I see him this way...

ashamed he's no man anymore.

Look, if it means anything,

when I got back,
I laid on my bed for three weeks.

-I just--
-Three weeks?

That the gospel? Twenty-one days?

Yeah, it was driving me crazy.

You know, people, buddies,

everybody wantin' to ask
a lot of questions.

I didn't want to talk to anybody,
so I just stayed in the house.

Then I figured...

it didn't mean anything, Vietnam.

You just have to walk away from it.

Look, this is not something
for the police.

Try to get along.

(door closes)

(siren wailing)

(siren wailing continues)

(tires screech)

(horn honks)

-You're hurtin' my arm!
-I'll break your arm!

Bobby, come on!
I got the store owner in the back.

He's bleedin' to death. Get him in here!

You move, and you're dead!

(tires screech)

Two gunshots! One serious!

Get him into OR. Get Dr. Sweeney.

D5 lactated ringers.

Type and cross-match
six units of whole blood. Go!

-Watch it, man. That hurt!
-I ain't gonna watch nothin' man.

Don't bother about him.
He don't mind bleedin'.

-The gunshot victim is hemorrhaging.
-Right.

Hey, that's an intern.

Dr. Tanzer and Dr. Leonard are in surgery.
Please get him in there, please.

-Dr. Sweeney can handle it.
-Watch it, man. This hurts!

Sit down and be quiet.

(groans)

Oh, man. You know, while you're at it,
you ought to just grab somebody

and get that little fella
on your tushy reamed.

Oh, I can manage, Renko.

What, are you savin' it or something?
We're in a hospital.

I'm busy, they're busy.

Hey, Doc, would you take a look
at my partner for a second?

He has a work-related ailment
sort of operating on one hemisphere.

Renko!

Sorry, but I'm not officially
on duty at the moment.

One of our city's finest, Doc.

Just risked his life
in a shoot-out of tremendous proportions.

-Oh, man.
-Uh, well, if he's a police officer.

Could you step this way, please?

WOMAN (on P.A.)
Dr. Webner, call the operator.

(Hill grunts)

Oh, my!

I've never seen one like it before.

Well, can't you just lance it
or somethin'?

Oh, my. Um...

-No, it's too early.
-(groans)

You'll have to wait another day at least.

Oh, no, Doc, no.

Please, can't you just do anything?
I'd really appreciate it.

Well, um, yeah, I...
I suppose I could try.

-This might hurt a little.
-Just do it.

Oh, there you are, Mr. Sybert.

You know, Dr. Schimmer has been
looking all over for these.

-I'm very busy at the moment, nurse.
-Yes, I can see that.

Susan is going to take you
back up to the fifth floor

where they're gonna give you some Jell-O.

You don't want to miss Jell-O.

Okay, but then
I'll have to feed the ducks.

Right.

Hey, who is that guy? Isn't he a doctor?

Oh, my.

Oh, my. That is rather horrid.

Did you get it fixed?

Nah. Maybe tomorrow. It's not ready.

What is that thing?

What do you think it is? I sit on it.

I lost him.

Well, he was in bad shape, Doc.
It wasn't your fault.

-I'm not so sure about that.
-What?

I should have stopped
the carotid bleeding.

-I don't know what--
-Sir...

I don't think you know
what it is you're sayin' here.

I could've saved him.
I may have botched it.

Now, look here, Doc,

you're broaching serious
issues of proximate cause here.

We all know it was this piece of garbage
that killed him.

Come here.

Now, see, if people think
it was some kind of a medical accident,

and some lawyer hears about it,

this guy could get off in 18 months
on assault.

But if we write it up DOA,

we solve all kinds of problems
and tell the truth besides.

Officer, what you just suggested...

comes under the heading
of criminally fraudulent filing,

which happens to be
a felony in this state.

You're needed in Treatment, Sweeney.

As for you, what's your name?

Renko.

Well, Officer Renko,
your captain will be hearing from me.

MAN: And, uh, you make a cool
40 bucks for your trouble.

Look, it's the simplest thing
in the world, pal.

You stumble in front of a late-model car.

You fall down and scream
like your back is broken.

They come and cart you off

to a doctor friend of mine
for a five-minute examination.

-I'll do it.
-Beat it. Mind your own business.

I'm sorry.

(stutters) I don't mean to seem
out of line, or nothin', mister,

but I couldn't help
overhearing your proposition.

I said, beat it.

I even got a trick shoulder.
It pushes right out of the socket.

I'm just what you're lookin' for.

(scoffs) You're too short.

-Big guy makes a better splash.
-MAN: Oh, yeah?

(grunting)

(groaning)

I like that.

You do auditions.

Hey, what about me?

Here. Here's a couple quarters.

Go kill yourself.

(chuckles) Hey!

(grunting)

-(sneezes)
-You thing! You filth!

-FAY: Yech!
-Fay?

-Anything wrong?
-My best pair of boots

just got saluted
by one of your wine stewards.

Uh-huh. It's part of the terrain.

Why don't you go in the ladies' room
and clean them off?

I've been in your ladies' room before.

-Here.
-(sighs)

-What's that?
-My article on Jon Gennaro.

So soon?

I'm so mad, Frank, I could spit.

"The inside story of Gennaro's death wish.
Was it drugs or suicide?"

-Oh, my God.
-By Fay Furillo.

They did a hatchet job on me, Frank.

I mean, everything I wrote,
they turned it around.

They made Jon look like
some sort of crazed, masochistic weirdo.

I mean, it's lurid,
and it's distorted, and I'm gonna sue.

You didn't know what they do to feature
articles in this kind of publication?

No, I didn't.

I mean, I wrote a very sensitive,
humane article about a great actor.

They turned it
into a first-rate sleaze job.

(sighs) I am a journalist.
I'm not a ghoul.

Well, next time you'll be wiser.

If there is a next time.

You know, Gennaro's estate could sue me.

It's happened.

-Thanks.
-Oh.

Yes. And 7:30.

Mrs. Furillo, I was, um, I,
I was just looking for John LaRue.

I accept.

You accept?

You wanted drinks and dinner,
you got drinks and dinner.

Is 7:30 good for you?

-Tonight?
-Read that. We'll talk about it later.

(typewriter clacking)

-Hello, Fay.
-Hi, Ray.

Did you see that?

I'll bet you a 20
I park in her garage tonight.

MAN: I want my lawyer.
The cuffs are on too tight!

-I want my lawyer!
-I'll be right there, Leo.

Freaks! Communists! Robots!

We picked up the car
in the Mizell shooting.

He was in it with a police .38.

-Name's James Feeny.
-He cop to anything?

He's got four words. "I want my lawyer."

-Car impounded, pistol going to the lab?
-Covered on that, Captain.

-Get a search warrant on his home address.
-Got it.

Oh. First call Jerry Fuchs.

-I want him posted on this.
-All right.

Al, I had the brace off
in front of 20 people,

and I was dukin' with the guy.

Under the most extreme form
of provocatory duress.

No, no, no.

All I see here is a possible supplementary
suit against Mizell's estate.

No, no. I'm thinkin', man,

I'm thinkin' we should settle
on the whiplash and run.

John. John, you have never
been in a stronger position.

Hey, you didn't just return a former
luxury car to your brother-in-law.

The veins in his neck
were throbbin' so hard,

I thought he was gonna pitch an embolism.

(sighs)

If I'm lucky, the guy sues me.
Otherwise, he breaks my legs.

I mean, I can't blame him.

He loans me some beautiful wheels.
They come back junk.

The doctor diagnoses
an overheated imagination

caused by acute financial difficulties.

-You short of cash, John?
-(chuckles)

-Hmm?
-(sighs)

Would, um, a thousand dollars
help you out?

Oh, hey. Hey, Al, uh,
I-- I couldn't. I mean--

Come on, now. It's absolutely routine.

It's an advance against
your settlement, hmm?

I mean, you pay a...
a nominal rate of interest.

Uh, what kind of rate?

Ah, a couple of points a week.

Not to worry.

A man with a gun in a bar.

101 Santa Fe Avenue. Possible hostages.

Hey, Pepitone, Garcia.

Coffey, Bates,
see Lieutenant Hunter at the scene.

Let's go, Luce.

(police sirens wailing)

COFFEY: What's the beef?

Some guy's got eight people,
and about half a dozen weapons in there.

He's mad at somebody.

You in there, this is the police.

Surrender yourself now

and we'll consider this nothing more
than a minor misunderstanding.

If you should insist
on continuing, however,

I cannot be responsible
for the immediate consequences.

(helicopter blade whirring)

You want us?

Hey, you want us?

Then just come on in!

Deploy Casey on the overpass.
I want Charles on that roof over there.

Put Lytel and Beckwith,
uh, over there by those side windows.

I want Peterson around the back.

-Any response, Joe?
-He's still not picking up, Lieutenant.

I understand you and Bates

had an encounter with this character
several hours ago.

What sort of profile can you give me?

The guy's a vet, sir,

and he's got a lot of problems
left over from the war.

Judas, man!

The last planeload left that peninsula
nearly a decade ago.

Let's deal with present tangibles,
shall we?

Howard, this is Ray Saunders
from the South Side Veteran's Center.

He's Tucker's counselor.

No chance for a clean shot, sir,
not without goin' in.

A shot? Isn't that a little premature,
Lieutenant?

There are eight innocent people
in there with him, Saunders.

What do you think their answer would be?

Look, I've had over 400 hours of sessions
with Tucker, Lieutenant.

Believe me, the only person
he'll hurt in there is himself.

Alessi, I want you out in back
with Peterson. Now!

Let me talk to him.

He'll answer me.

(sighs)

Start dialing, Coffey.

This is Ray, Vernon.

I gotta talk to you, man.

COFFEY: It's ringing.

We can work this out, Vernon.

(phone ringing)

RAY (on megaphone): Pick up the phone,
Vernon. Let's talk about it.

-(phone ringing continues)
-Pick up the phone, man.

I gotta talk to you, Vernon.
Can you hear me, Vernon?

There's a nothin' to talk about, Saunders.

Talk to me, Vernon.
Tell me what you need, man.

I need 20 cops bustin' in here
with rifles, counselor.

I need someone to kill the screamin'
in my head, man.

OFFICER: He rang off, Captain.
Yes, hold on.

Got a patch-in from the captain, Howard.

MAN: Stay back.

Yes, I'm aware of that, Howard.
Chesley's already apprised me.

No, I won't authorize it. Not yet.

Have you sent for his wife?

Well, we'll just have to
take that risk, won't we?

Get her. Yeah.

Yeah.

Right.

I trust you had a productive session
with your client, Ms. Currin.

Yes, thank you, Captain.

I take it that means
he's consented to plea.

Not exactly.

You're aware that we've placed Feeny
at the scene of the shooting.

-Yeah, I am.
-In addition to which,

Ballistics has positively ID'd the piece

found at his residence
as the one that got Mizell.

Your client doesn't have a hell
of a lot of leverage going in,

so if you're gonna deal,
I'd do it while you still can.

Strictly off the record, okay, Captain?
Strictly off the record?

I admit my client was at the scene.

I even admit
he was involved in the incident,

but strictly as a matter of self-defense.

But there are other dynamics
involved in this.

Other dynamics?

Well, we'll hash it all out later
with the D.A.

What the hell's going on here?

I gotta make a court date. Captain.

-Ray, get me Daniels.
-His office just called.

They said the D.A. would be over at 5:00
to talk about the, uh, Mizell homicide.

-Call him right back.
-All right.

My, aren't we looking
a little testy today?

-What are you doing up here?
-Duty calls,

incarnated as a 15-year-old rape artist
with three priors.

Joyce, you just got out of the hospital.

I admire devotion to duty,
but do you think this is smart?

I think so.

I think if I don't get back up
on the horse again fast,

I may not get back on at all.

-(grunts)
-Mm.

Hmm. Don't you think 24 hours bed rest
might be in order?

I had nightmares about
this place all last night. Some rest.

Besides, I have an Italian bodyguard
with a killer right, remember?

-(both chuckling)
-Uh, excuse me.

Uh, the chief is out
for the rest of the afternoon, Frank.

-I just left word.
-Damn. Thanks, Ray.

What's happening?

I just had a chat with Feeny's lawyer,

who was doing an excellent impersonation
of the Cheshire Cat.

I have the feeling the only person
further out in the cold

in the Mizell case than I am, is Mizell.

Better go see my little monster.

First rate, Frank.

I admire a man whose reach
exceeds his grasp.

You'll have to excuse me,
Councilman Detweiler.

I'm really jammed up here.

Well, I understand you're having a problem
with the, uh, Mizell case.

I'm not sure I follow you.

Well, with your suspect,
actually, uh, James Feeny.

Why don't you just get to the point?

Well, what if I were to tell you
that the D.A.'s office,

on direct orders
from your chief of police,

is going to allow Mr. Feeny to walk.

-Why would Daniels do that?
-To cover the dirt.

Frank, the story on Officer Mizell
is beginning to, uh, spread.

Your suspect could make it
front-page news.

Everybody knows that Chief Daniels
is gonna run for mayor next November.

A candidate who already has Lew Hogan
and Jefferson Heights around his neck

-can't afford another scandal.
-I have Feeny cold.

Yes, and, uh, Hitler took Moscow,
didn't he?

Hold it. I'm tired of being
led around by the nose

while you types play footsies
with one another under the table.

If I'm gonna be in charge
of this investigation,

I need all the cards, starting with yours.

I'm telling you what I know, Furillo.

Then tell me
what you're getting out of all this.

Me? (chuckles) I'm not getting anything.

I've just informed a police official
about an attempted cover-up,

a cop who will do his darndest
to protect the integrity of the force.

And put a knife in Daniels's
political balloon along the way.

-Aw.
-Oh, I... I get it.

You're running for mayor, too.

I filed this morning.

I'm the best man, Furillo.

I could do the police a lot of good,
especially you.

-And you can get out of here now.
-(door opens)

Don't slide on this one, Captain.
You could get a butt full of splinters.

-(tires screech)
-(horn honks)

I didn't see you. I'm sorry.

-You all right?
-(groans)

Somebody call--
Somebody call an ambulance! Hurry!

Can you feel that? I'm pinching your arm.

-Can you feel that?
-(groans)

HILL: All right, give him
some room. Stand back.

-What happened?
-Uh, he came out from the--

Did you hit him? Is that the idea?

Go stand against the car.
If you hit him, go stand against the car.

Back up, sir.
Back up on the sidewalk. Let's go.

Sorry, ma'am, let's go.
Back on the sidewalk.

Now, did anyone see what happened here?

HILL: Did you see what happened?

I saw the whole thing, Officer.

(helicopter blade whirring)

HOWARD: Pick up the phone, Tucker.

Your wife would very much
like to speak to you.

COFFEY: He's not answering, Lieutenant.

You're running out of time, Tucker.

The line just went dead.

Sweeney feels he can get a percentage
shot off through the side window, sir.

CHESLEY: Someone's coming out!

Hold your fire!

He's got a gun, and he wanted... (crying)

Okay, okay. Take your time.

Here, sit down. Sit down. Come on.

Sit down. Take your time. Take your time.

You're safe. You're safe.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

What does he want?

He said he'd release all the hostages.

On what terms?

He wants his wife and some cop
he called "21 days."

(sobs)

I think he means me, Lieutenant.

Negative. It's against policy
to exchange police officers for hostages.

Eight for two.
That sounds like a fair deal.

-Lieutenant.
-Joe...

a policeman's function
is arbitration and action,

not catering to the whims
of some lunatic with a weapon.

He says he'll release all the hostages
if we give him his wife and Joe.

FURILLO (on radio):
Sounds risky. What do you think?

I say it's a good risk.

Only if they agree.

He seems more anxious
to make a point than to hurt anyone.

-Okay, go.
-Right.

Lieutenant.

The captain says it's up
to Joe and Mrs. Tucker,

but under no circumstances
does he get anyone else.

Joseph, in two more minutes
I could secrete a weapon...

It's all right, Lieutenant.

This is not a situation
that you play according to Hoyle.

Time is on your side, Wilna.
Time and love.

I hope you're right.

I promise you,
the longer you're in there with him,

the better our chances are.

Okay. How you doing?

Pretty well.

This whole thing's gonna
turn out all right.

Can I get an amen?

Amen.

FRANK: How long have they been
out of view, Alf?

Do you feel they're at risk?

Uh, then have Howard's men
track for position.

I don't want to-- Right.

(tapping)

I'm gonna be talking to the D.A.'s people

for a couple of minutes,
so you coordinate with Leo.

But this is authorization.
Do what you have to out there.

(telephone thuds)

What can I do you for, Captain?

-I'd like to see your degree, Dr. Renko.
-Captain?

-Your medical degree.
-I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand.

Didn't you make a diagnosis
earlier today at County?

Didn't you try to talk an intern
into writing up a shooting victim DOA?

(sighs) Well, sir, yes, I--

I raised the possibility
with the gentleman, sir,

with an off-the-cuff suggestion.

An attempt to coerce a physician
into criminally fraudulent filing

is hardly an off-the-cuff
suggestion, mister.

-You're lucky you still have a badge.
-The guy was dying in the car.

So a little street justice
was in order, right?

You opened this department
and precinct to all kinds of trouble.

You risked your partner's reputation,
for one thing--

Sir, I'm not gonna stand there
while some killer gets off!

You're a lazy cop, Renko,
and that's a lying cop!

You get your head up
or get out of this business.

-Is that it?
-Yes.

(door slams)

(camera shutter clicks)

I don't understand
why I gotta wear this thing.

Your arm is hurt very terribly.

Please to fill this at Fontain Pharmacy.
This is two blocks that way.

-What's this for?
-The pain.

-I don't feel any pain.
-The pain will begin later.

-I don't have any money.
-They will extend credit.

We need the record of medication.

-What about X-rays?
-Not to be concerned.

What do you mean, "not to be concerned"?

Don't I need some X-rays?

(chuckles)

You are an inquisitive little bum,
aren't you?

We took a special kind of X-ray
while you were sitting there.

Now go to this pharmacy.
Then come to see me next week.

-That's it?
-That's it. Very much.

-Doctor.
-Thank you.

Right this way.

(chattering)

Gloria Currin you know,
representing Jim Feeny.

This is Leon Freed,
Drug Enforcement Administration,

and, of course, Captain Fuchs.

This where the captain finds out
what everybody else already knows?

Very simply, Ms. Currin's client's
in a position to do the DEA a lot of good.

He can make cases for us
in six different cities, Captain.

-The guy does escrow on coke deals.
-Allegedly.

-He also killed a cop.
-Allegedly.

And while I wouldn't think
this is the best place

to discuss the merits of our case...

You'd be lucky
if you make it manslaughter.

I will say that in declining to prosecute,

we've considered that a policeman's life
and reputation are involved.

Meaning...

I put your cop on trial alongside Feeny,

the stories I hear,
Feeny comes out second.

He was your cop.

It's federal, Frank.

What terms?

We waive prosecution in the death
and all adjunctive matters.

DEA gets him for three years.

-After which?
-Witness relocation.

But we send him right back for trial,
Captain, the minute he doesn't cooperate.

I mean, if you could think of it
in terms of priorities.

Don't read me a lesson in civics,
Mr. Freed.

We had an appointment, Captain Fuchs.

Just for the wrap-up, Frank,
could I get all your paperwork on Mizell?

Captain Fuchs.

When can I get the paperwork, Captain?

Call me tomorrow morning.

The DEA's been romancing
Feeny for three months.

I understand that.

I also understand that someone
with the worries you had this morning

would be delighted to see
this investigation closed.

That's not gonna happen, Jerry.

What is it with you, Furillo?

You want to crucify me? Huh?

You wanna make your career
by burying mine?

If you didn't keep a tight enough rein
on Mizell, if he was freelancing,

that's just bad
administrative judgment, Jer.

But believe me, if you're thinking
about some kind of cover-up...

All I'm doing is obeying orders

-and letting the damn thing drop.
-(thuds)

You're the only one
who's pushing the issue.

Let me explain something to you, friend.

All that happened in that room today
was that the D.A. declined prosecution.

That means we don't do
Mizell's laundry in public.

But he was a cop, and he was killed.

For internal circulation,
never mind the possibility

that Feeny loses his voice
as a federal witness,

Daniels is gonna have a report.

That means he's gonna
give you the opportunity

to make just the mistake you've been
thinking about by holding back your files.

I don't understand this, Frank.
What the hell's going on here?

Come on, Jerry.
For God's sake, open your eyes.

It's called a power play.

Between Detweiler and Daniels
and the mayor's race,

you might just end up
with your head on a platter.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe I'll just have to play
some politics of my own.

Guys like Daniels and Detweiler
make their careers

on the backs of middle-level grunts
like you and me.

I'm telling you this as a friend, Jerry.

Your only alternative
is to play it straight, by the numbers.

You gotta believe me, Frank.
I don't deserve a hanging party.

Look, if the files are embarrassing,
take the embarrassment.

I can't believe they're any more than
that. You're just too good a cop.

But if you hold back or sanitize them,

Daniels can scapegoat you
anytime he wants.

You'll spend the rest of your career
in his hip pocket.

You'll have 'em on your desk
tomorrow morning.

VERNON: What's the trouble, 21 days?

My back hurts.

Lord gives us crosses, huh?

(chuckles)

Vern, what do you say
we just get out of here

and go get a pizza or something?

-(crying)
-Hey, it's all right.

Listen to her.

She's got a talent for it.

(crying continues)

She's got a callin', you know?

Just keep it up. Keep it up.

-I'm sorry.
-Then keep it up!

-Hey, why don't you lighten up, Vernon?
-Lighten up?

Lighten up?

Okay.

VERNON: Okay, man.

Okay.

Here's the plan, 21 days.

Here's the point.

-Now, I'm gonna count down from five.
-(gun cocks)

When I'm finished,
I'm taking you out, man.

I'm gonna blow you away.

(gun thuds)

That... That's my plan.

If you got a plan B,

that's your problem.

Okay?

Vernon.

So, now pick up the piece, turkey.

Or if you ain't got a hair to do it...

Now pick it up.

Forget it, Vernon.
I'm not gonna shoot you.

Forget it? Forget it?

You forget it, 21 days!

Hell, this is gonna take you all
until tomorrow afternoon

to put this one behind you.

It's gonna take a lot
of positive thinkin', man!

Now pick it up!

-I'm not doin' it, Vernon.
-Come on, man.

Okay. Okay.

Hey, maybe you don't mind
gamblin' with your own life.

What about gamblin' with hers? Huh? Yeah.

-Come on now. Stop it, Vernon!
-Yeah, yeah!

VERNON: Come on, 21 days.
I'm counting, man!

-Vernon, I said stop it!
-Five, four, three!

Come on, man! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Vernon! Vernon!

(gunshot)

When I went away and I got my uniform,

on the way over,
I remember I was thinkin' about how

when I was an old guy,

I'd take my grandson up in the attic
and I'd show him the uniform.

But after I got back,

after those three weeks...

when nobody wanted--

I went out in the woods and I burned it.

I burned my uniform.

Long day, huh, Luce?

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