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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Can't you just lance it or something?

I suppose I could try. This might hurt a little.

-Give me an order, Lieutenant. -Kiss me, Nurse Wulfawitz.

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

-(panting) -How'd you hurt your neck, LaRue?

Banging your head against the wall in your nowhere job...

-(door slams) -...in your nowhere precinct?

[man] You heard about the fight he had with LaRue?

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

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

-Ready? Aim, fire! -(gunshot)

I am going to bury you and your chief

deeper than we just planted that piece of dirt back there.

Damn it, Frank, you had Detweiler pegged from the get-go.

-RENKO: Bobby! -MAN: Hey, hey!

-Don't worry, I only shot your good side. -Renko!

I long for kitchen detail and the sound of little feet marching.

What's the charge?

Felony fraud, grand theft, conspiracy to defraud.

They even burglarize the homes of police captains!

Police captains?

(chattering)

ESTERHAUS: Item nine...

Deedee, will you please check on that bust for me?

Item nine, a reminder that we are presently embarking

into the dark and perennially turbulent waters

-of the holiday shopping season... -(groans)

...with its intended oppressive effect,

psychologically speaking, on our median population.

So in addition to the anticipated increase

in your, uh, routine robberies, batteries, assaults,

and generally suicidal behaviors,

let's be aware that shoppers also provide

a particularly vulnerable target

for scenarios with a more seasonal flavor.

For instance, the ersatz Salvation Army buckets...

-(group murmuring) -...or the snatching Santa.

(laughter)

Item ten, also, coincidentally,

pertaining to matters of a holiday nature,

the winner of our Thanksgiving turkey raffle,

courtesy of Wisniewski's Poultry, is Andy Renko.

(cheering)

You can pick up your bird this afternoon.

-I'd like to pick up your bird. -(oohing)

I heard that, Lucy.

Item 11, the undercover operation in Waverly Alley

concerning fraudulent auto-related personal-injury claims

appears to be ripening to a fruitful conclusion.

Officer Belker-- excuse me, Detective Belker--

aided by Detectives LaRue and Washington, will stage a bipartisan raid

in the middle part of the afternoon to serve arrest and search warrants.

Uniform officers assisting will be our transfers from Midtown,

Kolzicki and Nichols.

(group murmuring)

ESTERHAUS: Item 12, the last item, people.

Requiem services for Detective Stanley Mizell

will be conducted this morning at Veterans Memorial Park.

Your attendance is requested, but for the following,

who will remain on call, Bates, Belker, Coffey, Hingle, Ellis, LaRue,

Tubbs, Washington, Nichols, and Kolzicki.

It's a real shame we're gonna miss it.

As regards dress for said occasion,

uh, though formal wear is not compulsory,

consider, if you will, the appropriate dignity and respect

to be afforded the surviving members of the family.

Which is a lot more than Stan ever did.

An addendum to that...

uh, Officer Schnitz informs me that, uh, contributions to date

to the Stan Mizell memorial fund total a paltry $78.13.

Setting aside for the moment any and all subjective sentiments

one may have held with regards to the decedent,

the particular issue in question here

is the continued care for and future education of

a slain fellow officer's children!

And I find the current level of donations disappointing

in the extremis.

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

And let's be careful out there.

-HILL: Oh! Oh! Would you watch it? -Oh, Lord, Bobby.

If you can't rotate your body any faster than that,

how are we supposed to deal with any situation

that might require our presence above the mezzanine level?

Oh, Renko, I've been shot,

stabbed, beat up, kicked, left for dead,

and I swear nothing, nothing is as bad as this is yet.

Look, just use this phone here and call the doctor.

-Do me a favor. -Yeah, I gotta... I gotta call my doctor.

-WASHINGTON: Yo, Leo. -What was that number?

-Where's that Mizell thing at? -Right around the corner, Neal.

-Five bucks for Mizell's kids. -Perry, Perry. 555-4871.

Uh, yeah.

I'd like to make an appointment with Dr. Perry.

-Hey, Bobby, you all right, man? -All right?

This poor man has an eruption on his posterior

the size of a Texas League ruby red grapefruit--

Renko, would you just shut up? Would you shut up, please?

-...I've ever seen in-- -Shut up.

-Huh? -(laughter)

HILL: No, not Thursday. Today, right now.

Well, when will the doctor be in?

Ma'am, is there any way that you could reach him?

-Hey, Bobby! Bobby! -Now, you listen here, my good woman.

This particular situation falls under the category

of a medical emergency.

-That's right. I understand that. -J.D., I appreciate this.

You tell that doctor to ask himself the same question

the next time he wants to talk to a police officer!

-2:15 with J.D.'s doctor. -Good.

-Think you can hold off till then? -Well, what choice do I have?

-Come on, let's hit the streets. -(screams)

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)

(telephone ringing)

I'm expecting a report on Mizell from Jerry Fuchs this morning.

We'll go over it as thoroughly as possible

and decide which points need investigation.

Is there a problem with something?

We heard the D.A. gave up the shooter to Federal, Captain.

FURILLO: You heard correctly.

Yeah, well, it's kinda tough getting revved up after something that.

That does not change the fact, J.D., that we have an investigation to conduct.

I won't have anything missed just because we weren't willing to go the full yard.

What about the safe-deposit box?

We're picking up the warrant in an hour, meeting at the bank.

You let me know as soon as it's done.

Excuse me, Francis, the Stan Mizell file, courtesy of Captain Fuchs.

Just in time, Phil.

I, uh, took the liberty of perusing it on my way here from the front desk twice.

To say it lacks detail is something of an understatement.

-FURILLO: Call Jerry Fuchs. -ESTERHAUS: Right away, Francis.

Yeah, file that one under "Fuchs covering his rear."

Wheels within wheels, J.D.,

-that's out of my league, baby. -Hm.

Hey, that's pretty good. Not great yet, but pretty good.

Hello, Fay.

-Well, hello, Fay. --Oh, Fay, uh, I'm just on my way out--

Crime, Frank.

-I mean, it's everywhere, like a cancer. -Fay, uh--

-They mug, they murder, they rape! -Fay, please.

They even burglarize the homes of police captains!

Police captains?

We've been robbed, Frank.

I was taking Frank Jr. to school--

-Is he all right? -Yeah, he's fine.

But they've obviously been casing me. They knew my whole schedule!

-Oh, my God! -What happened?

Well, I dropped Frank Jr. off, and then I went to my aerobics class.

And when I got home, boom!

I mean, the silverware, the television, the stereo!

They took the photo albums, I mean, all the way back to our wedding album!

What would they want with something like that?

I tell you, when I walked in that door and saw what they'd done,

(sobs) I felt so violated!

Fay, I know exactly what you mean.

When they dismembered my Buick, I felt physically defiled.

Phil, would you get me Detective Walsh in Midtown, please?

I'm sorry. I hate to bother you--

It's no bother, but you're insured, aren't you?

Uh, Detective Walsh. Captain Furillo calling.

It's not that. It's--

You see, they not only took things.

They also left something.

A small token of their esteem

in the living room on the rug.

Oh, Fay...

I mean, what kind of a demented creature would do something like that?

-Francis, he's on. -Uh, easy.

Uh, yeah. Captain Furillo. Yeah.

-For... for Detective Wal-- Yeah. -WALSH: Yeah.

I don't know, Fay.

I'm just glad you and Frank weren't there to find out.

Listen, uh, you go back there,

and somebody will be there right away, okay?

Uh, Fay, you might try some pine oil and a spot of vinegar on the spot.

I used to have a cocker spaniel.

-Yeah, I'm holding. -Frank?

One more thing. Um, you remember our home movies?

You know, the films of you in high school and, uh, the ones of us?

DANIELS: The front lines of the urban battleground

have grown increasingly ambiguous with the passage of time.

We find ourselves in the position of fighting not only crime,

but poverty, hunger, injustice, and a host of other social ills.

And it was to this pitched battle

that officer Stan Mizell dedicated his life,

a warrior to the end,

a victim of the war to which each and every one of you

has pledged yourself, a staunch link in the last line of defense

between a free society and a lawless frontier.

Uh, would any of you gentlemen care to do the honors?

-You can proceed, Mr. LaRue. -With pleasure.

Oh-ho! Give 'em hell, Mizell.

Okay, for starters, one incredibly hefty roll

mint-condition Ben Franklin special editions.

-Must be at least $20,000 there. -Try $40,000.

Whatever you wanna say about old Stan, he had initiative.

One Saturday night special, generic.

Hey-hey! One pair fur-lined, double-locking handcuffs,

definitely not department ordinance.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Uh-oh.

One, two bags unidentified powdery white substance.

My guess, confectioners' sugar it ain't.

He epitomized that which all of us strive to achieve,

dedication to service,

strength of character,

loyalty to his friends and colleagues.

But first and foremost, Stan Mizell was a family man,

a loving father to his children, a devoted husband to his wife, Abigail.

LARUE: One pair ladies' underpants,

ventilated for comfortable summer wearing.

Was he the life of the party or what?

Our last item.

Hey, what collection would be truly complete without a deluxe assortment

of incredibly personal photographs?

WASHINGTON: Unbelievable, man.

Hey, wait a minute. I think I know this girl.

Which one? This one?

Yeah.

I don't know. It's kinda hard to tell with the mask.

DANIELS: Words seem inadequate at such a time as this.

Opportunities for heroism are rare enough in such a world as this.

-(Bobby groans) -Let us simply remember

the actions of a hero and be grateful.

Rifle team, ten-hut!

Rifle team, ready position, hut!

Ready? Aim...

fire!

(gunshot)

Ready? Aim...

fire!

(gunshot)

Ready?

-Aim... fire! -(gunshot)

("Taps" playing)

-Captain? -Detective Walsh?

I just wanna let you know I spoke to your wife or your ex-wife.

-We're onto this burglary hard. -I appreciate it.

As far as that little calling card they left is concerned,

I wouldn't worry about it.

-No? -Primitive form of disdain.

(groaning)

Frank?

I'm sorry about missing your phone call this morning,

but I was, uh, hung up.

If it was about the Mizell file--

It was. I'd like to talk to you in my office if you can get away.

Uh, sure.

(grunts)

-Furillo! -Councilman.

I just got a fascinating message about a safe-deposit box,

one that belonged to a recently deceased police hero.

You're not gonna believe what was in it.

-For instance? -I don't wanna spoil it for you.

The point is, you backed the wrong horse, bucko.

I've got enough to pin cover-up on Daniels with or without your help.

I am going to bury you and your chief

deeper than we just planted that piece of dirt back there.

So ask yourself, Frank, was he worth it?

Uh, Mrs. Mizell?

-Yes? -Excuse me. I'm sorry.

I'm Captain Furillo, Hill Street. I wanted to offer my condolences.

He gave the job everything, you know. He tried so hard.

-He was an impressive man. -(sobs)

Did you hear what the captain said about Daddy?

I hardly saw him the last few weeks.

He said it was something big.

I mean, you really needed him, didn't you?

He was important to you?

He certainly was.

We have to go home now.

Thank you, Captain.

(engine starts)

You want garbage? I'll give ya garbage!

Here's your stinkin' garbage!

(indistinct yelling)

-You get them new trash cans, all right? -Okay, okay!

-I'll buy them a couple new cans. -Did you hear that?

He's gonna get you new cans, so stop the airmail!

We're sick of waiting!

Yeah, right.

Come on.

Have a nice day.

He's getting you new cans!

Man...

Joe, did you leave the back door open?

Oh, man, there goes another radio.

Joe...

-(cooing) -Hey...

You're kidding me.

-How's the tush? -I got a 2:15 appointment with the knife.

-Nasty. Hi, Howard. -(groaning)

Henry.

Some funeral, huh?

Indeed.

You, uh, you going somewhere?

What are you implying, Henry?

-Implying? Nothing. -It is 11:25 in the morning.

Have you ever known me to goldbrick on company time?

-I think not. -I'm sorry I asked, believe me.

A man just pays a little extra attention to his grooming

after burying the dead.

It's the natural response

against the inevitable encroachment of decay and entropy.

-Naturally. -Yes.

Lessons of war cut deep, Henry, rites of passage.

In death, find life.

-Lieutenant. -(toilet flushes)

Eau de P. U.

JOE: No, no line on an I.D. yet. We're sending a footprint over to county.

Oh, what a cute little baby. Give me that little footsie.

-That's it. That's good. -They'll send somebody over.

And now let's have this one. That's a good little fella.

Now stand him up here. There you go.

Get the little footsie here.

That's a good boy. Now this little footsie.

Ooh, such a good, good baby!

We've got such good prints here.

Well, look at that. It's public enemy numero uno.

At last the law has caught up with you and stopped your life of crime.

-Look at this little stinker here, huh? -(mumbles)

-Captain. -Hey, bunky!

What a cutie, huh?

(indistinct baby talk)

(camera shutter clicks)

Come on. Hold her still, will ya?

Okay, come on, baby, let's have a smile.

No lead on the parents, Lucy?

-Now, smile, baby. -No, not yet, Captain.

I just can't understand why anybody would wanna dump a kid like this.

Especially a quality baby like that.

Why don't you just go canvass the neighborhood.

-Someone may have seen something. -Here you go, Luce.

-Oh, thanks. -Yeah.

Boy, he sure is cute. Hmm?

What are you doing here, hairbag?

Oh, Mick, thank goodness, a friendly face.

-What is it, Alf? -Soliciting, Mick.

Mick, this handsome middle-aged man asked me for a match.

I said, "How about you and me?"

What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic.

-You get a complaint from the john? -His lawyer's handling it.

Let me talk to him.

-Take him. -Come here.

Stand straight, would you, please? And don't give me that goofy look.

I'm very disappointed in you.

Mick, I don't know what to do.

I'd like to change...

(stammers) ...but I can't.

Come on, now. Don't... don't do that.

Eddie, it's very simple.

First thing is, you gotta find yourself a job.

It's not so hard, either. All you gotta do is look.

Well, I had a job offer just the other day, waiting tables.

I told them I'd have to think about it.

-That's terrific. Where? -The Darkroom.

The Darkroom? It's a flesh pit.

The waiters dress up like executioners.

I know. It's so butch.

-Who was with you? -Bank official, couple of attorneys. I.E.

-What a mess. -Mm.

Frank?

-Captain. -How you doing?

This is a joke, Jerry.

-No dates, no names. -It's the file.

An undercover cop is required to write a complete report of his movements,

observations, and contacts every day he's on the job.

-That's all there is, Frank. -Jerry, how could you let him?

Don't use that tone of voice with me.

This isn't school, and I'm not a damn kid.

I had to give Mizell a free rein.

In two weeks, he was gonna close the biggest--

Get off it, Jerry. He wasn't about to close anything.

He was an outlaw, and he was running you.

God, look at this stuff, drugs, hypodermic,

firearms, pornography, $20,000 in cash.

That's the kind of police work he was doing,

and it was only a matter of time before he made you pay for it.

What are you gonna do with it, the file?

Take it to Daniels right now.

-Why? -Because it's my job.

Frank, I'm caught between two fat-cat city legislators who wanna be mayor.

That's what I'm guilty of! Twenty years, Frank!

Twenty years we've known each other, and you're gonna hurt me for that?

I wouldn't have done it to you.

I wouldn't have let myself get into your situation, Jerry.

There you go.

Police officers, ma'am. This is a search-and-seizure order.

We're gonna have to ask your patients here to vacate the premises.

-J.D., you wanna get the files in there? -Right, A to Z.

-Mick, what are you doing here? -What are you doing here?

Mick, you're barking up the wrong tree, Mick. This guy is clean!

His credentials are impeccable.

He has got a degree

from the University of New Delhi Chiropractic.

-You wanna put a cork in it, Renko? -Tell him, J.D.

I hope you don't have any stock in this place, Andy.

Nichols, you wanna get some pictures over here, please?

By the way, where's your partner?

This is a cruel and cold thing you're doing, J.D.

Renko, either give us a hand or stay out of the way.

What is the meaning of this? Okay, what is the meaning of this?

You're under arrest, dog breath. I got a warrant here for your arrest.

You can't do this. What are you doing?

-Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa! -Don't do that!

-(overlapping chatter) -This is a doctor's office!

If I were you, I'd call a lawyer.

I'm a doctor, and I'm in a very delicate surgery.

I cannot be being disturbed

-by any tomfoolery! -Hey! I'm talking to you!

-This is very bad. -Hey, hey, let's look in the back.

No, no. Please don't go back there.

You can't go back there!

-(clamoring) -Don't go back there!

Bobby!

Bobby, my man! How you doing? Are you all right?

Bobby, Bobby! I'm sorry. I did everything--

This is what I'm trying to tell you!

-Do something, Renko! -Be quiet! Come here, Mick.

Now, look, I can guarantee you, my partner's not gonna last

another ten minutes on the street without getting the relief

this alleged perpetrator was about to perform.

-Is really that bad? -(overlapping conversations)

I'm gonna get you, J.D.! I'll kill you for this!

-All right, Doc, get it done fast. -Thank you. Very nice.

Is it asking too much, or could I possibly have a little privacy?

LARUE: Uh, we should not leave a suspect unguarded.

That's by the book.

Renko, don't just stand there, do something!

Look, we better get some documentation on this, okay?

Hey, Bobby, you might be staring a major--

Hey! What are you doing? Hey!

(laughs) Don't worry. I only shot your good side.

Renko!

-(laughter) -(Bobby screams)

-Yeah? -Are you Cindy?

-Yeah. What do you want? -Is this your baby?

I don't know nothin' about a baby.

Well, the lady downstairs says she's seen you with him.

-She's crazy. -What is it? What's wrong here?

-It's nothing, Mama. -What's the little whore done now?

I didn't do nothing.

We're looking for the mother of this abandoned child.

-(clamoring) -Hold it!

I'm gonna kill her! You dumped that baby, you little tramp!

(screams, grunts) No! Help!

I should have left you in the street 15 years ago!

You want your mother? You got your mother!

No!

-(stations changing) -(band music plays)

-Linda? -Hmm?

May I speak freely?

I wish you would.

Oh...

Since meeting you, I've realized that there is a part of my life

that has been A.W.O.L. for longer than I care to admit.

It's time I checked out of the B.O.Q. and went T.D.Y.

I long for kitchen detail and the sound of little feet marching.

Are you re-enlisting?

I want to make an honest woman out of you.

I want you to be my wife.

Oh.

Oh, my darling Howard...

I love you so.

-Then it's "yes"? -No.

No?

Oh, Howard...

My parents are very old-world.

And I...

I just could never marry anyone they disapprove of.

-Well, how could they disapprove of me? -We're of different faiths.

Oh.

Of course, there is a way.

You could convert.

Convert?

Convert to what?

To Judaism, of course.

You mean...

You mean like that colored singer?

-Howard! -Oh, don't get me wrong,

I think he's a marvelous entertainer.

-The Mizell case. -Thank you.

I think you'll find Jerry's day notes incomplete.

-I see. -In fact, uh...

you're gonna find the entire Mizell file incomplete,

so, uh, I hope you'll consider Captain Fuchs' conduct

in the largest possible context.

He's given 19 years of distinctive service.

Point taken, Frank.

Now, let me ask you for some judgments.

If you were Fletcher Daniels,

and you were considering this whole situation

from that vantage point,

tell me what course you'd pursue.

If I were Fletcher Daniels?

I'd bail out of the deal with drug enforcement,

I'd bring Mizell's killer back to the Hill,

charge him with murder, and give him due process.

It'd mean exposing some dirty linen.

A department that's substantially clean can stand that.

It ought to be able to stand it.

Wachtel and Gerber, Wachtel and Gerber,

Wachtel and Gerber, all Wachtel and Gerber.

They've been shooting you an awful lot of business here, Doc.

Some real interesting cases, too.

They got six different people here with the same broken foot.

Okay, okay.

Two years ago, I come to the country. I'm already a doctor, okay?

And I'm looking for a lawyer to help me with my naturalization processes.

BELKER: And you found two of them, right? Wachtel and Gerber.

(speaks in Hindi)

Hey, curry breath, your immigration status is hanging by a thread here.

Talk American.

Okay. I tell you anything.

BELKER: Just tell me about Wachtel and Gerber.

Okay.

They are sending me these peoples.

I know this is very bad, because they're not sick.

I can tell, I am a doctor.

But they're telling me,

"No green card, Spanzik, if you are not seeing these peoples."

They were blackmailing you, huh?

All the time, they were blackmailing me.

That's very strange, because according to your files,

you were pulling in ten percent of a $15,000-a-week turnover.

Oh, God, I love this country!

I want to be an American doctor.

Yeah, well, you know, after giving my situation considerable thought,

I have decided that your original offer of $6,000

would just about cover my expenses.

How soon can I pick up the check?

No, no, no. Mr. Wachtel will not be handling the case,

as it turns out.

I kind of figured that if you and I got together directly

and saved everybody a lot of paperwork

and kept my premiums from going into orbit in the bargain,

I'd take the $6,000, if you get my drift.

Yeah, $2,000 even is reasonable. How soon can I get the check?

Henry, old sport.

I wanted to apologize if I seemed a bit harsh with you earlier.

Oh, listen, it was nothing.

I was wondering if I could ask you a direct and personal question.

Sure. Fire away.

What is it like being a Hebrew?

Well, I don't know, Howard.

What's it like being a human being?

Well, it's not a cakewalk, Henry.

-(cooing) -Yeah... yeah.

Don't you wanna feed your baby?

No.

You sure are some tough piece of work.

(baby coos)

Do you ever have a kid?

What difference does it make?

You never had some baby keep crying on you

when you did everything you were supposed to.

-So you left him out in the street? -I put him in a cop car.

I knew he'd get took care of.

-Oh, you knew that, huh? -Yeah.

Your baby cries, so out he goes.

You don't pick him up, you don't hug him--

I was gonna hit him!

(sobs)

It was gonna be just like my mama did to me.

Don't you understand that?

You better burp him.

(sniffles)

(cooing)

It's okay.

(indistinct conversations)

Well, well, well. Just the man I've been looking for, J.D.

I've been huddling with the claims adjuster--

Hey. I'm sorry, guy, but I'm really busy.

-I'll catch you later. -What are you talking about?

You are under arrest, cheese breath.

-What? -You have the right to an attorney.

-If you cannot afford an attorney... -What the hell is this?

Keep your paws off me, you filthy little ape!

...will be used against you in a court of law.

LaRue? Hey, LaRue! What's the charge?

Felony fraud, grand theft, conspiracy to defraud.

You're a dead man, LaRue.

I hope you got other career plans,

because I'm hitting you with a civil suit so hard

it'll cross your eyes!

This is false arrest, malicious prosecution,

unnecessary force, abuse of office--

BELKER: If you don't can it, you're gonna be talking

out of the side of your neck, dog brain.

Nice cuff links, Alan. Morals charge, or just felony bad taste?

Come on.

Where'd you get the shiner, Joycie? Doing push-ups on the curb?

DANIELS (on TV): Comment on any unsubstantiated rumors

concerning the activities of officer Stan Mizell,

except to say it is the intention of this department,

as it has been from the beginning,

to pursue every aspect of this investigation

with full vigor.

We play no favorites when the public trust hangs in the balance.

WOMAN (on TV): Chief Daniels, it's been suggested

that because you're running for mayor against Councilman Detweiler--

Um, we're not here to discuss Councilman Detweiler

or his affinity for the finer points of political gamesmanship.

It's my feeling that my job as mayor--

I mean...

Of course, Chief of Police, is to execute the duties of my office,

not to be running for offices I don't currently hold.

I have discussed this matter with the district attorney's office,

and I can assure you, the suspect in the Mizell homicide

is in our custody and will remain so, pending a fair trial.

-(TV clicks off) -Quite a performance.

Adjectives like "slick" and "nimble" spring to mind.

Excuse me. Councilman Detweiler on line three.

Tell him I'm out.

To use the vernacular, he's in a bit of a lather.

Tell him I'm out for a month.

(Phil chuckles)

He said something about seeing your head on a pike out front of city hall.

-Just hang up on him, Phil. -Yes, Captain.

Oh! Ms. Davenport,

we have your mugging suspect out of holding.

Thank you, Sergeant. I'll be there.

What's the councilman so upset about?

-He thinks I stabbed him in the back. -Did you?

(telephones ringing)

-This is Mrs. Morgenstern. -Hi.

-Careful, now. -I know. (chuckles)

I wanna thank you for the fine job you've done.

This must be Cindy.

Hi.

Cindy, would you go with this officer, please?

-Bye, Cindy. -Bye, Cindy.

Well, bye.

That's a good argument for birth control, isn't it?

It sort of makes you wish you had one of your own, though, doesn't it?

Yeah, sometimes.

You have any candidates in mind for the father?

Will you give me a break? I don't even have a boyfriend.

Looking for volunteers?

You know, sometimes I think that you don't know anything at all

about babies or women or anything.

Excuse me, sir? My name is Andy Renko, and, uh,

I believe you have a turkey here for me.

Oh, yeah. Be right with ya.

I tell you, it is kismet, Bobby.

I've got a couple bottles of... (speaks French) ...in my fridge.

-You say? -And if you and the lady of your choice

would like to join me and my Teresa this evening,

we will partake of the finest of this city's prize gobblers.

Well, here he is, pal, 34 pounds. Ain't he a beaut?

-He's alive. -Of course he is.

-(laughs) -You don't freeze a bird like this.

I just thought you'd like to take a look at him first.

I didn't know anything about this, fellow. They just called my name in a raffle.

(chuckling)

This thing is leaking all over the seat!

-Your boil? -No, fool, your bird.

My bird?

Hey, will you just do something about it, Bobby Hill?

Just clean it up with a towel or something like that!

You know, you would think that the guy would have some sense

and know how to wrap the damn thing.

All I wanna do is get that poor carcass home,

cook it up, and get it off my conscience.

The look in that poor creature's eyes will haunt me until my dying day.

WOMAN (on radio): Any unit in the vicinity, ambulance traffic,

vehicle versus pedestrian, 96th and Dekker.

That's us. 2202 responding.

All right, I'll take this one.

(indistinct conversations)

Councilman Detweiler.

(stuttering) She ran right out.

She ran...

directly...

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct conversations)

(indistinct shouting)

All right, Mr. Detweiler, if you'll have a seat right here,

we're gonna have to book you.

You have the right to one telephone call, no more than three minutes in length.

I'd like to see your driver's license right here on the table.

Television people are arriving.

Keep them out there, Phil. I'll issue a statement.

He's so drunk he can hardly stand, Captain.

(Detweiler slurring) Frank...

I want my personal physician to look after this woman.

We'll take care of her. I'll take full responsibility myself.

We can just call the hospital.

Frank...

I'll make it right.

RENKO: Is this your current address?

Frank... I just heard.

-Moment? -Sure.

Damn it, Frank, you had Detweiler pegged from the get-go.

I should have listened and seen to it

the poor drunken wretch got eased out to pasture.

It would have been for his own good.

Oh, and about our meeting earlier--

I appreciate the input.

We did right bringing the Mizell thing out in the open.

We'll get it behind us, and we can spend our time

getting this department back on its feet.

What's gonna happen to Jerry Fuchs?

Well, he probably shouldn't be thinking in terms of upward mobility.

But he's very secure in his present position.

(snaps fingers) Speaking of which, the commander's test,

it's gonna be given in a couple of weeks.

You were planning on taking it, weren't you?

-I hadn't given it much thought. -I would.

It's good to see you on the move again, Frank.

What?

Well, the drinking, your personal problems,

I admire you putting all that behind you.

Shows conviction. Shows potential.

I'm gonna have to keep my eye on you.

Excuse me.

Uh, the hospital just phoned, Francis, Detweiler's victim...

She didn't make it.

Tough luck, Arnie.

You know, I've been thinking.

I could take my 20 years in a few months.

It wouldn't be so bad, play a little golf, go fishing.

FURILLO: Jerry, if Daniels gets his wish,

he's not gonna be Chief of Police much longer.

I wouldn't give up on the department just yet.

-I guess stranger things have happened. -With some frequency.

Francis, uh, Detective Walsh messengered this over.

Thanks, Phil.

Ma! Ma!

Well, calm down. She's not gonna sue. She's a nurse.

How many stitches?

Well, she had to provoke him, then, because Pop would never...

What did I tell you about that?

I told you that when the time comes, I would take care of that.

We agreed that this would be my decision.

No, you will not go without me.

You are stabbing me in the heart with this!

All right, I'll take care of it. Just tell me where it is, and what is it?

West Knoll Nursing Home.

What time is the appointment?

Don't cry, Ma, please.

It'll be okay.

I'll call you later. Goodbye.

WOMAN: Hi.

How you feeling?

Oh, I'm feeling just great, thank you.

Yeah, well, um,

I thought you might like to have these pictures back.

And, uh...

Well, I don't blame you if you say no,

but I was hoping you'd let me buy you a drink so I could apologize.

No.

Uh, you know, I realize that you think

your backside is God's gift to mankind, Officer Hill,

but it was only a joke.

Listen, lady, I was in a lot of pain today,

and you embarrassed the hell out of me,

so excuse me if I don't think it was so damn funny.

You know, I was always told that the guys up here loved a good gag.

But I guess you must be one of the ones that can dish it out but can't take it.

-Maybe I am. -And maybe I misjudged you.

Maybe you did.

Are you always this unforgiving, Officer Hill?

Hold it. Just hold it a second.

Look, maybe... maybe I was a little out of line.

(scoffs)

Maybe we could talk about it over that drink.

Night, Mick.

How's it going?

Not great.

Your dad?

We tried some home nurses with my father,

and it just didn't-- He keeps slugging them.

I'm going out to look at some nursing homes.

-Some of those-- -Some of them are very nice, I know.

(projector whirring)

You were cute.

-(whirring stops) -(sighs)

Cheer up, Furillo.

-None of us is getting any younger. -Or better.

The guy makes me want to wash.

Who? Daniels?

You hate to be on the same side with him, even for different reasons.

He gives you that knowing grin.

So he's a politician. You knew that already.

Yeah. Trouble is, so am I.

What's the problem?

Seems to me you handled yourself pretty well these last few days.

You got the case reopened, you protected Jerry Fuchs--

None of which would have done me a damn bit of good

if Arnie Detweiler hadn't gotten drunk and run over an old lady.

(chuckles) Luck is the residue of hard work.

You're all heart, Counselor.

I lost my heart, pizza man.

I gave it to that skinny Italian kid with the funny haircut.

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