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

I want you to pull him up.

Did you ever do an autopsy
on a three-week-old stiff?

-They took the governor?
-Not the governor, Ray. Lamont.

Somebody took the governor's wife's dog?

Mick, I want to be your snitch.

To the prettiest lady that ever graced
this sorry side of the tracks.

-Look, you're his girl.
-What if I wasn't?

-Have you ever actually seen him, Renko?
-Who?

You know, the weirdo
down in the sewer system.

You mean the Phantom?

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

-(screams) Hey! Hey, help me!
-(man growling)

This man is not 47.

Casteneda.

Come on, Wally! This guy's in his 70s.

-I'm so frightened.
-What's wrong?

I'm so afraid!

I don't think we should see
each other anymore.

Is that right?

Will you marry me, Grace?

Oh, Phil.

ESTERHAUS: Item seven.
You've all seen the pictures.

Three bodies burned to a crisp.

Each shot behind the ear for good measure.

A portion of the vehicle
which, uh, survives the barbecue,

identifies the victims as Peruvian.

Circumstance and methodology
of the deceased suggest

probable involvement in the drug trade.

Experience teaches
that these airport episodes

often repercuss on the Hill,

particularly on that section
known as Little Lima.

Item eight. You're reminded, uh,

as if reminders are necessary,
that the MCB continues current

on the governor's wife's
beloved Lhasa Apso, Lamont.

-(laughter)
-(hooting)

The subject is male, sand-colored coat.

Distinguishings are bulging brown eyes
and a blue bow in the forelock.

(laughing)

People, the more timely
this canine's recovery,

the more expeditious
will be this precinct's

return to appropriate police pursuits.

A personal plea from your sergeant.

Please, please. Let's find the damn dog.

(laughter)

Item nine. In view of seasonal
and flu-related absences,

temporary reassignments are as follows:

Crawford and Nicholas,
Hernandez and Wykopf,

Mersky and Deutsch.

On a more somber note.

Item 11.

Night duty Sergeant Devane
records at 2300 hours

an attack on foot patrolman Fred Weiss.

Officer sustained a flesh wound
to the right ankle,

requiring eleven stitches.

A regiment of tetanus injections
has been initiated.

Suspected perpetrator, the Hill Phantom.

-Uh-oh.
-Ooh!

It's clear we're witnessing
one of those periods

of increased activity characteristic
of this unfortunate individual's

haunted subterranean existence.

As we roll, therefore, it behooves us

not only to keep our heads up
as appropriate

but when we pass
those storm drains and sewers

which are the intersection of this poor
creature's world with our own,

we'd best keep our eyes down as well.

All right. That's it. Let's roll.

And let's be very careful out there.

Oh-- Belker.

Will you step to the podium for a second?

(indistinct chattering)

Would you do me a monumental favor, Mick?

Sure.

-You know where Katzenbach Jewelers is?
-Yeah.

Could you pick something up for me?

I'm chained to the desk
with this dog business.

I got a couple reports.
How 'bout after lunch, okay?

Oh, sure. Perfect.

What the hell is it, the Hope Diamond?

-(laughing)
-You must have two weeks' pay in here.

-Keep a secret?
-Yeah.

It's an engagement ring.

I'm poppin' the question tonight
to Grace Gardner.

Oh, Sarge! (chuckles)

Oh!

(laughs)

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)

Yes. I'll give him the message directly.

-Yes?
-Excuse me. Yes, um,

would you know where I might find
Officer Renko, please?

Oh. Yes, he's just around the corner
to the left.

Thank you.

-Morning, Phil.
-Oh. Morning, Francis.

Oh, Francis, that was
the coroner's office.

They just exhumed the Castaneda body.
Autopsy's at 9:15.

-Thanks.
-Oh, uh, Francis, uh...

(chuckles)

-You keep a secret?
-Sure.

I'm asking for Grace's hand tonight.

Oh, Phil, that's wonderful news.

Mum's the word until I get an acceptance.

You upset about something
when you left the party?

No.

-How was Wilt?
-Doug.

-Did you have a good time?
-Yeah. He's a nice kid.

Where'd you meet him,
at a day care center?

Someday I should figure out
how much time I spend waiting for Renko

by this bench. (chuckles)

-Uh, he'll be right out.
-Thanks. (clears throat)

Oh, here comes the man.

Hi there, sweetmeat. What're you doing
up in these mean streets?

-Good morning.
-Um, I'll just wait for you outside. Bye.

Good morning.

I-I need to talk to you
for a couple of minutes, please.

Sure.

What can I do for you?

Well, there's really no easy way
to say this.

I don't think we should see
each other anymore.

-Is that right?
-Yes, it is.

Would you mind telling me why?

Does it really make any difference?

Yeah, it does. It does.
I mean, I-I thought...

We did have that little set-to
at that, uh, gallery opening

with your high-and-mighty friends, but--

Yeah, it does make a difference. Tell me.

We're just too different. We--

Wait a minute. We're not too different

two or three times a week
for the last two months.

-There's a lot of things I could say but--
-Say 'em.

-What's the point?
-Say 'em.

What's the point?

I don't like your bullying.

I don't like your reverse snobbery.

-Bullying.
-Yeah. Forcing me to do things,

like making me take a drink
that I don't want to drink.

-Having a good time at a party.
-Just so I can be one of the guys?

Your attitude about women,
the way you treat me like an object

and your whole stupid idea

-that the only real people...
-Now, we're getting there?

-...are people who sweat for a living!
-Now, we're getting there?

You don't have the slightest idea

-what I think about women!
-You don't tell me what I do or don't!

What are we doing?

Andrew.

I liked you. I-I still like you a lot. I--

There's no reason to pretend
that we had more than we had.

There's no point making this
more difficult than it already is.

Right.

You're right.

No sweat. No pain.

Just chic, polite.

-I'm sorry.
-You get out.

-COFFEY: I need a pen.
-Hello.

How you doing?

Um, look, I'm sorry about last night. I--

Don't-- Don't worry about it.

I just talked to Andrew.

We're not going to be
seeing each other anymore.

So, um, if you want, we...

We can get together some time.

Teresa, that's not a good idea right now.

Look, uh, I got to go.

Can I call you?

I don't know.

I'll see you, okay?

What are you doing here?
Didn't I tell you never to come up here--

-What's wrong?
-Mick.

I'm so frightened.

I'm so afraid!

He killed those Peruvians!

Oh, my God, Mick!

-He was covered in blood. (crying)
-Calm down.

-Just tell me what happened.
-He came home around 4:30.

-That's your boyfriend.
-Jose.

The one that bailed you out
when I first busted you?

No. That was Ramon.

I watched him burn his clothes,
wash the blood off.

-My God, he was soaked in blood!
-Take it easy.

And then when I saw those pictures,
the bodies in the car, Mick-- Oh!

The boyfriend's been setting up the deal
for two months.

Now he loses his bankroll,

so he decides to take
the Peruvian suppliers.

He meets 'em at the airport
and blows 'em away.

I'd say our 50 dollars yesterday
was well spent.

Captain, I promised Eddie
he wouldn't have to testify.

He's terrified of that lover.

He'd be next to useless
on the witness stand anyway.

Let's have him go over the mug books,

see if he can identify anybody
who's done business with the boyfriend.

We'll try to bust him and roll him over.

-Autopsy, Frank.
-Keep Ray posted.

-(telephone ringing)
-(indistinct chattering)

Dog hotline.

Mm-hmm. When was this?

Yeah. Yeah.

Who am I speaking to?

Yes, Mr. Caldwell. One thousand dollars.

No, uh-- That's very scrupulous of you.

After the recovery'd be fine.
Let me just get this one more time.

It's 466 Carmine, apartment 2A, right?

Thank you much, Mr. Caldwell.

-Doggie hotline.
-Any luck, Henry?

Lhasa Apso in abandoned apartment.

Guy doesn't want to be paid

until after the governor's wife
identifies the dog.

-Great. Howard.
-Uh...

This is a white male, 5'7,
158 pounds, 47 years old.

Exhumed 22 days after... (exhales)

interment.

Superficial tissue.

Unremarkable.

Exhibits first stage of decomposition
consistent with introduction

preservation... fluid.

Wally.

Castaneda was 47 years old.

-NYDORF: Isn't that what we've got?
-Yes, sir.

This man is not 47.

Well, see, Frank, uh,
he's been underground three weeks--

Come on, Wally! This guy's in his 70s.

Check the toe tag.

Castaneda. They dug him up this morning.

Some kind of screw-up!

FURILLO: What in the hell's going on here?

Frank. Frank,
I'll-I'll get the right body for you.

Seventy-two hour rule, Coroner Nydorf,

either I charge or we release.

-(heavy breathing)
-(eerie music plays)

Is he dead or what?

Come on, pal. Come on.
No snoozing in a red zone.

-(man growls)
-(screams)

Pete! Pete!

-(screaming)
-(man growling)

Pete!

(pants)

-Officer Tataglia. Is something wrong?
-It was the Phantom.

Grabbed her leg
from a storm drain on Dekker.

-Just about tore it off.
-!Oh, madre mía!

-He got my shoe.
-Shoes?

Ooh. A new and disconcerting twist.

-Oh, the Phantom, huh?
-Yeah, the Phantom.

Uh, I got him a good one with my stick.
Uh, I think I must've hurt him.

Speaking of injuries, Officer Tataglia,
perhaps we should have that ankle x-rayed.

No, no. He didn't even break the skin.
I'm okay. Honest.

Phil, call A.D.A. Bernstein.

Tell him I have to get with him
this afternoon.

Anything wrong with the autopsy?

Other than a no-show by the body,
it was just grand.

-Washington.
-Yo, Mick.

I got a snitch.
Picked these dealers out of the book.

-You, uh, know any of 'em?
-Nada.

-Mm-hmm.
-Nada. Nada.

-Sid.
-Sid.

You tight with this guy?

We were about to bust him
when Myzell went south.

He thinks we're a couple of cupcakes.

Can you set me up a meet today?
I got a hook on those three Peruvians.

Just a phone call away, my man.

-Thank you very much.
-You got it.

-(dog barking, growling)
-Frank.

I don't know if this is the right dog
or the wrong dog.

But it is definitely the last dog
that I am going to recover.

Francis, A.D.A. Bernstein
can see you this afternoon.

But he'd like you to include everyone
on the Edwards case,

Washington, LaRue, Coroner Nydorf.

Oh, yeah. Phil, uh, one second, please.
Could you take our charge here

somewhere where, uh, he can be
reunited with his owner?

Well, of course! Come here, poochie.

-(dog whining)
-That's a good fella.

For the record, Frank,
in my entire career,

I've never suffered
a more humiliating indignity.

Frank, I was urinated on.

Be sure to submit
a dry-cleaning voucher, Howard.

Damn foreign-type dogs.

Give me a shepherd any day.

(door slams)

Yo, Mr. Policeman.

Martinez requesting a viewing
of the alleged Lasso "apsis", Lamont,

which I have a personal knowledge
is a fraud.

-(whining)
-Bogus, Henry.

Fake. Not even close.

What makes you say so, Jesus?

-Trust me, Henry. Trust me.
-(dog whines)

The dog's a hummer.

-(dog growls)
-That is not Lamont.

This is a bitch.
Didn't you even sex the animal?

Did I explore the dog's privates?
No, madam. I denied myself that pleasure.

But I can certainly attest to the fact
that they are in working order.

-I'd like a word with you.
-Of course.

I myself don't know who has the mutt.

I don't have the slightest idea
where the mutt is at.

But I think maybe I know somebody

who knows somebody else
who knows. You know?

Don't push your luck, Jesus.

(speaks Spanish)

Cool it, brother.

I'm just a concerned citizen here.

I could have you arrested as an accessory.

Yeah, maybe.
But I don't think Lamont would like that.

Why don't we hear him out?

Thank you, Frankie.
You're always a gentleman.

Like I said the mutt's available.

But it's gonna require a thousand dollars
for the people he's staying with.

-And what is your cut?
-Me?

Got no cut, bro.

Bottom line, Jesus. Right now.

I got a proposal with the federals
for the Inner City Pilot Program.

We must put a stop to this urban decay.

Right, brother Ray?

We must harness the energy
of the troubled gang youth.

Get 'em off the corner and on the job.

-BERNSTEIN: Captain.
-Speed it up.

The rebop kings in Washington
are always talking about

revenue sharing, right?

Funneling the conscience money

through the state capitols
and all of that.

When Trudy's main squeeze
gets me the grant, she gets Lamont.

That's out-and-out blackmail!

Sounds to me like a good faith
request for a recommendation?

You tell Trudy it's blackmail.

You're just jiving us,
aren't you, wise guy?

You don't know where the dog is.
You're lying like all the others.

Well, I will make sure
that you never, never--

(collar jingles)

-"L-A-M"--
-Let me see that.

I hear these guys
are pretty tough, Furillo.

They wanted to send Lamont's paw
as a token of friendship.

Okay. I'll see the governor gives you
a priority recommendation.

-Hey!
-(taps tables)

Recommendations are for job applicants.

I want a grant.

Otherwise, these guys
are gonna fillet Lamont

and mail him home in an envelope.

When will the dog be returned?

I'll get back to ya.

Hey, we're on, babe. Three o'clock sharp.
Hasen's Restaurant.

Sid likes to sit in the back.

Great. Gives me a chance to run an errand.

-See you there.
-Yeah.

Grace, my sweet, our favorite restaurant,

our favorite wine,
Venus sitting over the water.

I think tonight's gonna be a night
that you and I will long remember.

DAVENPORT: One more shoe, pizza man.

We're due back on the Hill in 15 minutes.

-What are you doing?
-(groans)

Ah. The Furillo diet, plenty of exercise
and no time left for lunch.

(clears throat)

-We can munch on these in the cab.
-Gee, thanks.

(elevator dings)

Frank!

-Fay.
-Um...

-Uh, this is Paul.
-Ah, how are you?

(clears throat) Joyce.

Judge Grogin of Traffic Court.

-Guilty.
-(chuckles)

Well, Paul, we seem to have made
a terrible mistake. Uh...

The Rainbow Room's not on this floor.

-Uh, is it?
-No?

(snickers)

I think you want the 18th.

Oh! (stutters) Well, what floor is this?

-Three.
-(elevator bell dings)

Uh, we--

We--We were just leaving.
Enjoy your lunch.

(snickers) They have very good food here.

-(sniffles) I have a cold.
-We really have to go.

-FURILLO: It's nice meeting you.
-Nice meeting you two, too.

Have a nice lunch.

(Joyce laughing)

-May I help you?
-Yeah. I got a ring to pick up.

-Esterhaus.
-Esterhaus?

I don't believe I know the name.
Do you have a sales slip?

Yes, I do.

Oh, yes. The half-carat Midnight Jubilee.

Just a moment, please.

Uh, no smoking here.

I believe there's a balance remaining
of 400 dollars.

Yeah. I got it right here.

(man moaning, grunting)

You want to step back, please?
Come on, move back.

(man continues thrashing)

-(indistinct chattering)
-(breathing heavily)

I'm-I'm... I'm all right.

-You sure?
-Yeah, I'm positive. I'm-I'm fine.

-I'm fine. (breathing heavily)
-(grunts)

I just need some fresh air.

-I'm fine. Thank you.
-You sure you're all right?

-I'm fine.
-Okay.

I'm sorry. Thank you.

(sighs) Well.

Hey, you-- hold it!

-Move!
-WOMAN: Oh!

Police! Freeze!

Where's the ring, dirt bag? (growling)

I want that ring!

Sit down, armpit,
or I'll eat your lungs for lunch.

Who's the suspect, Mick?

Hi, Sarge.

I caught him taking a five-finger discount
down at Katzenbach's jewelry store.

No kidding. Right when you were
down there picking up the ring?

(laughs) Yeah. Him and another guy.

-Well, where's the other one?
-Well, he kind of got away.

I got to talk to you
about something, Sarge.

What'd they get?

A bunch of bracelets,
earrings, watches, rings.

-A lot of rings.
-Rings?

Yeah, well, I mean, sure. Rings. Kind of.

That's what I got to
talk to you about, Sarge.

-Where's my ring?
-I think the other guy got it.

Excuse me, Mick.

Young man, I intend to interrogate you
personally forthwith.

I don't say nothin'
without my attorney, man.

Maybe I ought to stick with you
on this, Sarge.

I got Constitutional rights.

Oh, Miss Davenport.
A moment of your time, please.

(wood creaks)

Mr. Crane, concerning the ring
in question.

I believe you might find it advisable

from a negotiating point of view,
as it were...

You're coming dangerously close
to unconstitutional coercion, Sergeant.

Miss Davenport.
It was his engagement ring.

He was gonna ask Grace Gardner
to marry him tonight.

(sighs)

Mr. Crane, please comprehend
that I don't give a damn

whether you ultimately receive
a jail term or not.

-I've got a phone call to make.
-Hey, wait a minute. You ain't leaving!

Unless you feel like giving over the name
of your running mate,

you insidious little termite,

(hiss) I may be forced to do something

that I haven't done in many years.

Herman Fowler. 337 Maplecrest.

-What's that name again?
-Herman Fowler. 337 Maplecrest.

Fourth floor. Room 49.
Right next to the trash chute.

Mick. I believe Coffey and Bates
are available for an arrest.

Because I just don't feel right
about it, that's why.

Tonight? (chuckles) No way. Uh-uh.

Look, I'm sorry. I can't.

-Yo, Joseph.
-(clears throat)

We got a felony trash pickup
on Maplecrest.

-Sarge says pronto.
-One second.

Look, I got to go.

I'll-I'll get back to you later,
okay? Right.

Sorry I'm late, guys.

But, uh, we have a bit of a problem.

What kind of problem, Wally?
Did you find Castaneda's body?

No. Castaneda's body is N.R.,

-non-retrievable.
-What do you mean, non-retrievable?

Look, I'm really very
sorry about this, guys, but, uh...

Frank, you know that wrong stiff
we had on the slab this morning?

Well, it seems that he was a John Doe

we scraped up off the streets in skid row
the same day Castaneda died.

Then the way I figure it,

we got the toe tags mixed up
on the two guys by mistake.

Frank, I'm embarrassed about this,
but it happens.

Course, the, uh...

upshot of it is that, uh...

Well, look, Frank, we would never cremate
a homicide, but, uh...

we do cremate bums.

-So--
-Castaneda was cremated?

I'm afraid you're out one victim.

-Oh, man!
-I don't believe this!

We put in over a hundred hours
building the case,

-you lame, incompetent--
-J.D. Neal.

Don't you have some business
to attend to outside?

-Right.
-Yeah. Sure.

Just for the record, Wally,

I'd have to agree with LaRue's evaluation
of your abilities.

Now you just stow it, Frank!

I'm not one of your departmental stooges
around here!

Wally, Wally, Frank, please.

Let's try to figure a way
to deal with this mess.

(sighs)

FURILLO: No cause of death.
No murder case.

That's how I've always understood the law.

Well, technically, yes.

I see no reason to continue this meeting.

Unless it's to discuss
the immediate release of our suspect.

Look, Frank.

I'm as sorry about this
as anybody in this room.

But, Frank,
I've gone over the crime lab photos,

and believe me,

there is nothing mysterious
about how Castaneda died.

Hell, I could describe
the cause of death in my sleep!

Come on, Wally.
That's not nearly good enough.

I submit a report.

I talk a couple minutes
on tracheal blockage.

And then the defense attorney

starts a line-by-line cross-examination
of the autopsy report...

Wait a minute, Frank. Let's not be hasty.

You would be amazed
how informal these prelims can get

with regard to cause of death.

We get past the hearing,
maybe we can get a plea out of Edwards.

And what if he blows it up there?

(sighs) Look, Frank, it's a bad situation,
but Wally is making some sense.

Let me talk this out with the D.A.

I'll get back to both of you.

(door opens)

No, it's good to meet you, Lee.
It's a real pleasure.

-No, no. It's my pleasure.
-Oh.

Look, you guys want anything
to eat here, chips or hot stuff?

-Yeah, thanks. No.
-Want to try the wine?

-Oh, that great wine?
-I'd love to.

Hey, I'm on the wagon. Only dope.

(laughing)

So, you are Teddy and Steve's amigo.

Oh, yeah. For a long time.

Well, they're good people.

Even if they are too busy
for their Uncle Sid here.

-Yeah.
-Hey, come on, you bums.

I haven't heard squat one from you
in two weeks. Hey!

-Hey, we went skiing, baby.
-Yeah, down in Dade County.

(laughing)

Hey, I tell you what. The powder was deep.

Listen, I got to tell you, Lee.

-Did you tell him the story--
-What?

Let-let me tell the story.

I felt terrible with these two.
(clears throat)

I'm movin' these two a little soda,
and, uh, just a couple pounds,

and another guy who I'm also movin'

-turns out to be the heat.
-No.

-So, boom!
-No.

-Somebody kills him.
-(clicks tongue)

Now, evidently, these two guys
got a little scared,

which I don't blame them,
because the next day they call me,

-and they're in Atlantic City.
-(laughter)

That's the only place
he could pass for Italian.

-Hey... Hey, watch it, man.
-And this guy. This guy's too much.

He's always making jokes. Man, I love him.

-(chuckles)
-And you. You.

-Come here. come on.
-Try it.

-You want one on there?
-Try it.

I wouldn't do it. Last time I saw you,
you had a collar like the Budweiser horse.

I got it from the horse.

It was a little insurance gift.
Did you make out on that?

Pocket change. You know.

-Hey. So we all right here or what?
-Yeah. Absolutely. Yeah, sure.

But, listen. When are we
gonna do a little business?

Uh, we a little short right now, babe.

We've just been moving some copper wire.

Soon as we get off it,
we're back in action, okay?

-Okay.
-But don't forget your uncle.

Hey, never.

I also want to tighten you up
for this introduction here.

-Forget it.
-No. I'm gonna do it.

Hey, not necessary.

Take care, huh?

-WASHINGTON: Easy.
-All right. Hang loose.

Later.

So.

So, I, uh, I told the fellas
I was lookin' for a little stuff.

I'm exclusively soda, Lee.

-Can I call you Lee?
-Absolutely.

Okay. I'm soda. (sniffing)

-Exclusively.
-Well, good, 'cause that's my action too.

Now, um, how much weight
were you lookin' for?

-I'm lookin' to do...
-Kilos?

-(laughs) Pounds.

Uh, there's no problem with if-come,
am I right, Lee? Because, I mean--

Cash on delivery.

'Cause we're taking about
100 percent Peruvian soda.

Nobody has stepped on this.

-I'm--I'm gettin' 30,000 dollars per unit.
-Mm!

When can we do this?

Well, I got to tell ya.

This is such a coincidence,
because I happen to be in a position.

How's tomorrow look for you?

Tomorrow couldn't be better for me.

You're a citizen, Lee.

You're just who Steve and Teddy'd
bring along.

Thank you very much.

Sure you won't try the wine?

-Yeah. I'll have a little.
-Good.

'Cause I think you're gonna like it.

I think they get it in California.

He got my purse! He grabbed it!

He got my purse!

-Who took your purse?
-That creep! He ran in the sewer!

Okay, okay. Calm down.
Can you give us a description?

-Description?
-Yeah.

Sugar, he looked like something

that somebody left in their
refrigerator for six months!

-What's the trouble here?
-It's the Phantom.

Well, are you gonna go down there
and get my purse back or what?

CRAWFORD: Throw down the light.

(indistinct chattering)

They're inside, babe. (laughs)

Hey, listen.
Don't spring it too soon, okay?

Hey, what, and spoil my fun?

I own these four bozos
for the rest of the afternoon.

CRAWFORD: Listen, guys.
If he's lived down here for years,

he must know every inch of this place.

DORSEY: Nice thought.

CRAWFORD:
Maybe we ought to wait for backup.

TATAGLIA: And say what when they show up,

we were too scared of the dark
to go in by ourselves? Come on.

(dripping water echoes)

-What are you doing?
-(all gasping)

I don't know.
I think I tripped on something.

It's mine. Will you look at that?

Oh. That creep must have chewed it.

-(LaRue grunting)
-What was that?

-Down there.
-(grunting continues)

(growling, screaming)

(distorted growling)

(voice distorting) Man, no, no!

(gunshot)

Hello, Teresa? Yeah, this is Andy.

Listen, I'm sorry about this morning.

Listen, I got to see you tonight.
It's real important.

There's a lot of things
I got to talk to you about.

Oh, is that so?

You sure don't waste any time,
do you, girl?

All of a sudden,
Art Delgado comes out of the sewer rafter.

(laughing)

No, no, no. Wait, wait.

He's got a bullhorn
full of compressed air,

-two dead rats hanging from his--
-(laughter)

Two dead rats hanging from his ears.

(laughter)

Okay? I'm terrified!

But I got the joke.

I laughed.

I didn't pull my service revolver
and try to blow his head off.

-(clears throat)
-You know? What?

Oh. (chuckles) Hi, sharpshot.

Pretty rough day today, huh?

You jiving me? Almost killed your partner.

You want to talk it out?

I went crazy. I choked.

I don't even remember pulling my gun.

And now you figure you don't have
what it takes to be a cop. Mm?

Maybe it's lucky I found out now.
Saves me a lot of time.

Maybe.

-I ought to quit. I'm a coward.
-Good idea.

-Hey.
-What?

Maybe you ought to lighten up
on the guy, Mr. Kelp Suit.

Oh, yeah. That's right. Yeah.

I'll bet you're just dyin'
to go ride with him again tomorrow.

That's none of your business.

Ya got hair, kid.

You're all right.

Well, it must have been something
that got you through the academy.

Must have been something
that made you want to be a cop.

-Would you believe dreams of a desk job?
-Mm-hmm. No, I don't.

It's happened, even to a veteran cop.

Things get confused.

-He fires his gun at an innocent person--
-I don't want to talk about it anymore.

(exhales)

Two months ago,

-I shot and killed an innocent man.
-You did?

Two guys coming out
of a liquor store holdup.

One pointed a shotgun at me.

I fired.

He owned the store.

Oh, man.

Lot of sleepless nights
between then and now.

Lot of questions.

All of us on the job,
we all live with your kind of doubts.

Five days out of every seven.

Questions that there
just aren't any answers to.

Look, Nate, I'm not saying
that you're meant to be a cop,

but if you decide that's what
you want to do,

then you better learn
to live with 'em too, man.

Something-- Something
to think about anyway, okay?

Okay.

Mick?

-What?
-I can't do it.

-Do what?
-Stay with Jose tonight.

I'm afraid of him. Of what he did.

Every time I close my eyes,
I see those charred Peruvians.

-It's horrible. I can't.
-So don't.

Just whatever you do, make sure he thinks

it's an ordinary night, will you, please?

Go on. Scram. Beat it.

I have no place to go.

I was wondering if maybe, uh,
I could stay with you.

Are you nuts?

(chuckles) You and me, in together?
Absolutely not.

Wait a minute.

Go get yourself a room.

Come here.

Sleep on the sofa.

Oh, Mick. You're wonderful.

I'll make you a breakfast fit for a king.

You make me breakfast,
I'll ram it down your throat.

Do you understand that?

You're such a treasure.

(exhales) Phil.

Oh, Grace!

My God. Aren't you early?

Well, you said six o'clock sharp.

You were quite adamant
on that point, as I recall.

Oh. (chuckles)

You sounded so mysterious.

Do you have something special
in mind for this evening?

Oh, no, no, no. Not really.

Oh, well. Yes.

There was gonna be something special,

but, uh, if you have another plan
in mind...

(giggles)

Anything, darling.

Just as long as it's with you.

-Oh, my God.
-Ah.

I don't deserve you, Grace.

-(door closes)
-(footsteps approaching)

-Sarge. Here's your ring.
-Oh. Thanks, Joseph.

(sighs) Oh!

-Ring?
-(sighs)

Grace, um... (sighs)

I've never been at a loss for words
until now.

-Um...
-(gasps)

Phil.

For me? (exhales)

Well, perhaps it's not the most
elegant surroundings,

but, uh...

Will you marry me, Grace?

Oh, Phil.

(sobs)

I don't know what to say.

Well, say yes.

(sniffling)

Oh.

Excuse me, Francis.
Can I have a moment of your time?

Sure, Phil.

(sighs)

(Phil sniffing)

She said no to me, Francis.

Grace?

I'm sorry.

She said, uh, I don't even know
what she said.

She said that we didn't need
to get married.

What the hell does that mean?

Maybe she's a free spirit.

I wanted children, Francis.
I'm not getting any younger.

You gonna go on seeing her?

I don't know.

I ought to make a clean break.

(sniffing, clears throat)

Well, if you don't need me anymore, hmm?

Sure. Take off.

You know, it seems the Phantom struck, uh,
today under Dekker Avenue.

Oh?

Seems young Crawford overreacted somewhat

and discharged his weapon
at point-blank range.

(chuckles) Oh, he missed.

That gag should have been retired
a long time ago, Phil.

Tomorrow let's put Crawford
with Bobby Hill, okay?

Yeah. That's a good idea.

-Well...
-(slaps lap)

If you don't need me anymore, hmm?

Phil, how-how 'bout if I buy you a beer?

That'd be nice, Francis.

(dramatic music plays)

(sniffs)

So... (exhales)

You really are a very nice man,
Joe Coffey.

Yeah. I'm a regular prince.

When can I see you again?

I'll call you, okay?

Okay.

(dramatic music plays)

(closing theme playing)