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

(crashes)

LUCY: The chief got bit by a rat.

Nothing to worry about.

I think I winged the little bugger
in the left haunch.

OFFICER: There were drops of blood.

He's got to be locked up, Lieutenant.

-Please! He wants to kill me. I know it.
-Mary...

Some girls really don't know
how to handle rejection.

According to Miss Hicks,
you were harassing her.

-The rat that bit you was rabid.
-Rabid?

You do good work, Miss McCoy.

The feeling is mutual, Captain.

One of these days I'm gonna learn
to offend a better class of people.

(groans)

All right, Country,
you wanna give me another ticket?

I've been invited to interview for a job.

Wonderful. What is it?

With the Justice Department.

I have to fly down to Washington
tomorrow afternoon.

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

I could tell that we have a lot in common.

-(laughs)
-Maybe we should have dinner.

I'd like that.

You're supposed to help me.

I can go bring him in, hold this over him,

and even then it's gonna be
the judge's decision.

I want you to understand that.

You're in real trouble this time.
The judge could put you away.

You got nothing on me that'll stick,
and we both know it.

If they offer you this job,
we'll have a lot to talk about, won't we?

Frank, I wish you wouldn't do this to me.

-You know my partner.
-Now you want a piece, too?

You're not as stupid as you look.

I felt things had gone too far.

-There were--
-DANIELS: You felt!

This is not sensitivity training, Captain.

I don't care what you felt.

-(sirens approaching)
-(child crying)

It's okay, boy.

-MAN: It's a good idea, J.D.
-(crowd chattering)

Item 13: Regarding the commencement
this a.m. of Operation Big Broom.

(all groaning)

This being the definitive fumigation
of that most infamous local landscape,

the 1600 block of Dekker Avenue.

Lieutenant Hunter will be conducting
a final briefing

shortly after the commencement
of this roll call.

Please check the duty roster
for the names of those officers

whose attendance
is respectfully requested.

And be advised that the scope
of this operation has been expanded,

due in large part
to Chief Daniels' ill-fated encounter

on the block yesterday
with an allegedly rabid rat.

-MAN: Ooh!
-(crowd laughing)

A creature subsequently
and heroically dispatched

by our very own J.D. LaRue.

(crowd cheering, applauding)

You may wish to extend
your sympathies to the chief,

who is currently undergoing the unpleasant
ordeal of acute hydrophobia therapy.

And in doing so, people,
please exercise a little restraint.

Keep any humorous references
of a rodential nature

-to an absolute minimum.
-(crowd laughing)

Last item.

Concerning an irate communiqué
received by this office,

as regards an unfortunate
jurisdictional dispute

between an officer from this precinct
and a member of that thankless sorority,

a meter maid.

Leave us attempt to toss
some bread upon these troubled waters,

and remember that no matter how futile,
inconsequential and unappreciated

we may perceive our own lot to be,
the beleaguered maidens of the meter

traditionally occupy the lower-most niche

of our particular food chain,
law-enforcement-wise.

(crowd murmuring, laughing)

And for the purposes of a sane
and balanced ecology,

in any future dealings with said maidens,

I urge you to consider the gentle,
enduring wisdom,

of pity and compassion.

(all murmuring)

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

And hey, hey, what do you say?
Let's be careful out there, huh?

Hey, Renko.

Not now, Bobby, I got some stuff
I gotta take care of.

Boy, Bobby, Renko doesn't look so good.

You think he's in bad shape,
you ought to see the meter maid.

Judas H!
What in the world happened to you?

Well, sir, I fell off
my motor scooter, sir.

Well, where were you parked? On a cliff?

Look at this baby.
It's got your pizza slice,

your egg roll, your burrito,
your chicken wing.

It's even got your bagel, Sergeant.

Lieutenant.

Hey! Lieutenant!

-Have a bagel and a schmear on me.
-(beeps)

-(chuckles)
-Thank you.

Congratulations.

HOWARD: Why, yes. Congratulations,
Lieutenant Goldblume.

-Welcome to the ranks.
-Thank you, Howard.

It must be a comfort to know

that the wheels of justice
may grind slow, but they grind sure.

I have been trying to console myself
similarly this morning.

(exhales) Your Calletano-types win prizes.

Your Chesley-types and now your
Goldblume-types get promoted.

And my types?

I say it's a little like the food
you're eating, Henry.

-My food?
-Pumpernickel bagel.

White bread, Ben.
Whatever happened to white bread?

The bread of white Anglo-Saxon males.

No wonder we can't get promoted.

We can't even eat
in this department anymore.

-That man is a gifted social critic.
-Yes.

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)

Hey, Washington, you know
a guy named Benedetto?

Works Midtown Vice.
Big dude, got an attitude.

Unless there's another Benedetto.

No, no, no. That sounds like him.

-Thanks, bro.
-All right.

Man, something is dead in my intestines.

(chuckles) See,
maybe you're being punished

for letting the chief keep eating
that needle sandwich.

Man, I can't tell him now
that I nailed the wrong rat.

I'll be on the Rodent Patrol for life.

Hey, you ever see the size
of those needles, man?

I hear the treatment's a piece of cake.

-I told you he'd come back!
-It's okay.

-He's crazy! He wants to kill me!
-Come on.

If the guy next door hadn't
heard me scream, he would have.

Oh, God, please.

Mary. Mary.

Did your neighbor see him do this to you?

No, he ran out the back.

Why'd you let him in?

He said he would bust down the door,
and he would've done it.

There's no place else you can go?

I can't quit my job.
He knows where I work.

He's calling me all the time.
I don't have any money. I--

You're supposed to help me.

I'm so scared of the guy.

Now, you can arrest him. He beat me up.

You gotta. You said so. You gotta, please.

Mary, I don't want to mislead you.
I can do that.

I can go bring him in, hold this over him,

maybe get a high bail set,
try to scare him off.

I can do that.

But you're gonna have to stick with me
all the way on this.

You're gonna have to go sign
a complaint downtown.

You're gonna have to testify

maybe three or four times in court
with him right there.

And even then, there's no guarantee.
It's gonna be the judge's decision.

I want you to understand that.

I'll do it.

I'll do whatever you say.
Just please keep him away from me, please.

Okay.

With our barricades in place
here and here,

we will move
into the north end of East Utica.

And we will begin a pincer movement
from the south,

moving the suspects into our holding area,

which is the playground
here in the center of the block.

Lieutenant, what kind of charges
are we talking about?

-(sighs)
-Well, obstruction of pedestrian traffic,

loitering with intent, unlawful assembly,
whatever you feel applies.

Now look, remember, people,
we're not looking for convictions per se,

as we are intimidation
and a demonstration of force.

Lieutenant, you know,
some of us gotta live on this street.

You want my opinion,
this whole thing's jive.

FRANK: That's enough, J.D.

If I may speak for him. Excuse me, Howard.

What the chief is after here...

is a demonstration of our ability
to clean up one bad block,

uproot the drug traffic.

While we're not after convictions here,
neither is this license to run amok.

I expect you all to exercise restraint.

I don't want to hear any horror stories.

HOWARD: Phase two begins
with the mass booking

and transport of suspects to this station,
Michigan Avenue and to South Ferry.

(phone ringing)

(tapping)

Don't you have a plane to catch?

I'm on my way. I've got a cab waiting.

(clears throat)

Frank, are you all right?

Uh, fine. Really. How are you?

Oh, I'm... kind of nervous.

I wouldn't worry about the interview.

I think the Justice Department
knows a class act when it sees one.

-Frank, about last night--
-I didn't... I haven't said word one.

It's the things you haven't said
that I'm concerned about.

Look, if they offer you this job,

we'll have a lot to talk about, won't we?

Frank, I wish you wouldn't do this to me.

It's just something I've gotta do.

I love you, Pizza Man.

(door opens, closes)

-Uh, excuse me, Francis.
-What?

You wanted me to remind you
about a 10:30 appointment

-with Fay down at Frank Jr.'s school.
-Fine.

-Fine, great.
-Everything all right, Francis?

Yeah. (stammers) Just... It's fine, Phil.

-Uh, was there something else?
-No.

Frank, correct me if I'm wrong,

but it seems to me that I had
the distinct impression downstairs

that you're not exactly
chomping at the bit

for this operation to go forward.

Howard, the chief wants it
and the mayor wants it.

What I think about it hardly
matters at this point.

Well, it's just a cockroach
roundup, Frank.

Nobody's saying it's Omaha Beach.

That doesn't mean I have to like it.

Frank, it is my perception that a day
like this is good for morale.

The men go out there and they feel

they're really impacting
the criminal population.

In my opinion, Howard,
it's a shallow gesture,

politically motivated,
principally for the benefit of the media.

Forgive me
if I can't share your enthusiasm.

Democracy's dialectic, old chum.

Oh, where else but in America

could two officers fundamentally
disagree about an operation

and still go out there
and ream the opposition?

(police sirens wailing)

LUCY: All right, move it.
Hold it right there.

JOE: Okay. Hey!

LUCY: Up against the fence. Hold it there.

Don't move.

(police sirens wailing continues)

MAN: All right. You--
You, line up these suspects.

LUCY: Hold it right there.
Hold it. Up against the wall.

HOWARD: You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you
before questioning.

Now, during your stay
with us today, people,

I hope that you will all reflect
upon the fact

that without the law, we cannot live.

The best of man's hopes
are ensured by its success.

Its failures are our failures.

And the measure to which it
can reconcile our passion,

our will and our conflict

is the measure of our opportunity
to find ourselves.

Measure this, sucker.

(metal clanging)

-How you doing, Leo?
-I'm doing great, Luce.

I was just running to my car
to put a dime in the meter.

Boy, what a great day.

You're making a mistake.
I work at the liquor store.

I love being out in the fresh air
this time a year.

If you work there,
what are you doing packing this?

I been robbed five times in the last year.

I need to tell you
what it's like down here?

I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to take you
down to the station anyway.

-Just check it out.
-Get a load of this.

(motor engine revving)

-BOBBY: Fine bike there, cowboy.
-RENKO: Yeah, I know it.

Renko, did you put your Harley
in the dryer again?

BOBBY: Hey, don't pay him
any mind, cowboy.

Sticks and stones, my man.

I just come down here to see
what you guys are up to today.

-Well, you're not missing much today.
-I can tell that.

No money? Uh-uh, uh-uh.
If you want to play, you got to pay.

No ducats, no ducci.
Don't you get sick on me, man.

Hey, look at this. Here comes the man.

Hey, fool, who you trying to kid
with all this stuff?

This is just bogus, jack!

Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?

Hey, you see any
other fools out here, heat, huh?

I'm looking at a real
prizewinner right now.

Hey, look, I knows my rights.
I knows my rights.

-You can't touch me.
-Oh, yeah? Well, watch this, huh?

Turn around.
Assume this position. Back off!

(groaning) Illegal search! Illegal search!

This is bogus, man. You can't do this.
I know my rights, I know my rights.

Let me tell you something
about your rights, cupcake.

I own this street. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

What's this, chippy? We baking a cake?

Hey, get off me! Get off of me!

Come on! Come on!

You ain't gonna do this to me!
Do it! I want you to!

(gunfire)

Anybody else want a conversation?

I'm waitin'! Come on! Come on!

(laughs)

I never touched her.

She says I did, she's lying.

So how'd she get the bruises?

She's a little clumsy.

Falls around the house sometimes.

I don't think you're getting it, Richard.

You're in real trouble this time.
The judge could put you away for a year.

(scoffs)

You got nothing on me that'll stick,
and we both know it.

It make you feel like a man
beating up on women?

Is that your trip, Richard?

Going after the weakest person
you can find?

Nobody touches her but me.

She knows that better than anybody.

You leave us alone. I'll work it out.

-(knocking)
-Yeah?

(door opens)

I'm sorry. I got lost.

I was halfway to Europe
by the time I realized it.

Marty Rodrigues, Public Defender's Office.

-HENRY: Lieutenant Goldblume.
-I usually work South Ferry.

Lieutenant, can I get a moment
with my client, please?

I'd like a word with you
when you're done, yeah?

You got it.

-(coins jangling)
-(beeping)

-Easy, Lieutenant.
-The damn thing doesn't work.

Are you sure
you put in the correct amount?

Yes, I'm sure.

Well, maybe you inadvertently used
Canadian coinage.

Phil, whose side are you on?
This is a machine.

Henry, this machine culminates
four decades of vending science.

I'm sure the problem
is attributable to human error.

"Open the pod door, HAL."

Well, it sounds as if the worst
is behind you, Chief.

Yes, I understand they've modified the
severity of the treatment considerably.

Uh, that's fine too. Yeah, I'm clear.

Something over 200 arrests already.

Yeah. Well, we're thinking
of you too, Chief. Right. Yeah.

-(phone thuds)
-Hi.

Officer McCoy.

-I hope I'm not interrupting.
-Not at all. What brings you to the Hill?

Paperwork, the tie that binds us all.

I wish I could say
I don't know what you mean.

Well, it's nice to see you again.

It's nice to see you, too.

Well, I should get back to the wars.

Right.

Thanks for stopping by.

Sure. It was good to see you.

Captain?

-Do you bowl?
-Bowl? No.

Me neither.
Do you like going to the movies?

I, uh... I used to.

I don't know. I really hate the lines.

I know exactly how you feel.
I feel the same way.

Most of what you see
isn't worth the effort.

Um, are you an opera buff, by any chance?

It's funny.
My mother used to listen all the time,

and it drives me absolutely crazy.

Me too.

I could tell that we have a lot in common.

(chuckles)

How about I buy you a drink later?

-Oh. (chuckles)
-I don't drink.

Well, there's got to be something
that we both enjoy doing.

-I like to eat.
-Maybe we should have dinner.

I'd like that.

-How's tonight?
-Tonight would be good.

Phil, I'm seriously considering
putting him back in private school.

I never had to worry about anything
like this happening there.

You know, yesterday he was so frightened,

he hid behind the auditorium
all during lunch.

Frank Jr.'s a bit small for his age,
isn't he, Fay?

Small? Well, so what?

Oh, well, what I meant is,
that's part of what

makes him a target
for the bully contingent.

Has he had any acquaintance
with the manly arts?

Dating?

No, boxing.

Oh. No. No. Well, I don't think so.

You see, the nature of young men
being what it is, Fay,

I've always believed
that a boy ought to have

some grounding in the rudiments
of self-defense

for situations just such as this.

Now, if you'd like, I'd be more than happy
to come over and tutor him

in a few of the fundamentals.

You know, I used to coach
the precinct's boxing team.

Gee, (stammers) I don't know, Phil. Um...

-FRANK: Ready, Fay?
-Yeah.

Listen, thank you anyway.

Gone about an hour, Phil.

Are you gonna keep your temper
in this meeting, Fay?

Contrary to what you may think,
when it's called for,

I am perfectly capable of self-restraint.

And if that little bully of yours
doesn't lay off of my son,

I'm gonna give him
the spanking he deserves!

Wait. Wait a minute.

And if that doesn't help,
my ex-husband here is a cop.

Fay.

Mrs. Furillo, I don't think there's
anything to be gained by making threats.

Well, excuse me,

but I just thought being the parents
of a shakedown artist,

that's the kind of talk they'd understand.

-You wanna deal with this, please?
-My son is no shakedown artist!

I called this meeting

to try to come to some sort of an
understanding among the parents.

Both as to what the facts
of the situation are--

The facts of the situation are...

that my son is out his lunch money,
and he's afraid to go to school.

Hey, lady, will you please
stop running your mouth?

-Mr., uh, Davis. Is that your name?
-That's correct.

Uh, I'd appreciate you're not addressing
my wife in that tone of voice.

I would like to establish
the facts of this situation,

and then decide how best to solve it.

I told you what the facts are.

Their son is some kind
of a junior hoodlum.

Well, you're some kind
of a senior fat-mouth.

Mr. Davis, this is the last time
I'm going to ask you nicely.

Can we please--

Well, wait, what do you expect
with her calling our son a criminal?

FRANK: From what I understand,

her description of your son's
behavior is pretty accurate.

Oh, is that right?

Who are you? Thurgood Marshall?

Look, pal, I've been trying
to be polite about this,

but, frankly, I don't even know
what Mrs. Furillo and I are doing here.

My son's a victim, not a perpetrator.

-Who you callin' a perpetrator?
-Gentlemen, please.

This is not what I call
initiating a dialog.

Now, can we just try,
try to ascertain the facts?

(chattering)

WOMAN: Someone's in there!
On the fourth floor!

Please, help me! Help me get him out!

Oh, Mama, look down on me now.

WOMAN: Help! Help!

-MAN: Help!
-WOMAN: Help!

-(woman screams)
-MAN: Help!

Help!

There are more people inside!
Somebody help!

There's a policeman.

There's an old man up there.
His wife can't get him out.

-Hurry, please!
-(glass breaking)

All right, ma'am,
hold this and call this in. Call it in!

-All right.
-They're on the second floor. Hurry!

I can't get him out! I can't!

(coughing)

-Get out!
-(coughing)

-(woman coughing)
-Ma'am, I'm outside this door!

I'm gonna kick it, so stand clear!

WOMAN: Oh, thank God.

(coughing)

Oh, you're gonna be all right.

(people shouting)

(coughing)

WOMAN: Oh, they got him out!

(woman coughing)

(woman shouting in Spanish)

(talks in Spanish)

In English, in English!

My little boy upstairs. Please! Miguel!

Third floor, third floor!

-(siren wailing)
-(people shouting)

(coughing)

Where are you, boy?

I'm about to burn up in here. Miguel!

(groans)

Boy!

(shouts in Spanish)

(boy crying) Help! Help! Help!

(crying continues)

Boy!

It's okay, boy. Come on.

-(people shouting)
-WOMAN: There's a cop in there.

He went after the boy.
He's been in there a long time.

(explosion)

-MAN 1: The whole building might blow up!
-(clamoring)

MAN 2: Where is the fire trucks?

BOY: Mom, look! There he is!

(boy coughs)

-Oh, there he is.
-Congratulations.

-Way to go, babe.
-Good for you.

-I heard about the kid.
-Cowboy, good job.

Renko, the captain wanted to
see you as soon as you came in.

-In his office?
-Mm-hmm.

Andy, nicely done.

Thank you, Sarge.

Hey, Sarge, uh, did I get any messages?

Yes, you did.
Detective Benedetto from Midtown.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Captain, sir.
The sergeant says you want to see me.

Come on in. How's the burn?

Well, (stammers) it's okay.
I'm just... I'm real tired.

You'll be back on motor patrol
with Officer Hill starting tomorrow.

Thank you, sir.

I'm also recommending you
for the Meritorious Service Medal.

You did a fine job out there.
I'm proud of you.

Thank you, sir.
I appreciate this very much.

I'm very grateful.

Uh...

Why don't you just take
the rest of the day off, okay?

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

If you could,
tell Benedetto I'll be at Mulligans.

I'd like for him to meet me
there anytime after 7:00.

Yeah.

And tell him, tell him I'll be
waitin' for him.

That's right. Thanks.

In what? In cold blood?

And... And just left him lying there? Hmm?

No. No, no.
I don't know anything about it.

Uh, yeah.
Well, I'll look into it personally.

Yeah, I will.

Uh, no, no. Thanks for the call.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Yes, Francis?

A woman says that one of our guys
shot a junkie out on the block sweep.

Well, it appears a pair of our detectives

were involved
in a bit of "street theater,"

and, uh, in their thespian exuberance,
got somewhat carried away.

A couple of our detectives?

Yes. John LaRue shot Neal Washington.

Phil, I won't have anarchy out there.

Your activities on this block
will henceforth be monitored

with the scrupulousness that Othello
brought to bear on Desdemona.

You will be wearing our attention
like a pair of stolen jeans.

Fourteen bucks?
What kind of a criminal are you, huh?

You know, one thing I can't stand
is somebody who's lousy at what they do.

-J.D., a minute?
-Yeah. Jack.

We really got their little tails
motating today, Captain.

I hear you killed your partner today.

-Oh, yeah, yeah. A little street theater.
-I see.

And what do you call it
when a suspect thinks you're so crazy

he shoots you before you shoot him?

All will be recorded,
and all will be held against you.

Webster, will you-- (sighs)

There is someone watering
the chain-link in your sector.

Howard.

Howard.

Take half an hour if you need it,
but bring in your men and shut it down.

-Shut what down?
-Operation Big Broom. It's over.

-Frank, you can't--
-However you do it is up to you.

Keep anybody you have a felony
or warrant on and release the others.

-By whose authority?
-By mine. That's an order.

Just empty the buses,
take down the barricades,

and let 'em go, now.

MAN: Come over here
and stay by this fence.

Counselor, I was hoping to speak
with you at the station house.

I'm sorry. I've been running late all day.
What's on your mind?

Before we go in with this,
I just want you to know,

I think it'd be a genuine disservice
if we handle this case by the numbers.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

I think there's more going on here than
just a sloppy end to a bad relationship.

This woman is genuinely
terrified of the guy,

and I think she may
have good reason to be.

Well, my client's got his side too,
you know.

And he thinks she's a real loony tune.
I mean, who can say?

All the more reason

not to let this slip through the cracks,
don't you think?

Lieutenant, I appreciate your concern,

but I can't very well not represent
my client's interest here.

If there's just some way
to keep him away from her for a few days.

Look, we both got jobs to do.

Why don't we just do 'em? All right?

Excuse me. I have to go find my client.

(elevator dings)

Regarding cases N396-511

through cases N396-517,

Mr. District Attorney,

this is the fifth batch
of pedestrian traffic obstructors

you have brought forward today.

Now, at the risk of sounding
like a broken record,

I would like to say that none of these
charges will hold water in a monsoon.

Defendants' constitutional
guarantees are trampled

practically beyond recognition.

We've had to turn around
half the traffic courts

for this "major" crime wave.

The backup is even starting
to affect the plumbing.

So, uh, it shouldn't come
as a great surprise, sir,

that I have to again
find in favor of the defendants.

-Cases dismissed.
-MAN: All right!

What are we doin' here
in the first place? You hump.

You button your lip, sir, or in your case,
I'll happily make an exception.

-Next case.
-(gavel bangs)

MAN: Case number N396-518 on the calendar.

Richard Brady,
charged with 120.06 of the penal code,

misdemeanor assault.

(sighs) ADA Baxter?

Your Honor, this applies
to a situation between former cohabitants,

in which defendant has consistently
harassed the complainant,

culminating in an assault
which took place--

Wait a second.
Will the counsel approach the bench.

Your Honor,
may I approach the bench as well?

Step forward, Detective.

JUDGE: What are we looking at here?

Why is this anything more than the most
routine domestic squabble?

Your Honor, I think your
instincts are on the mark.

A 50-50 proposition.
They have both been a little intransigent.

My client's record
is completely unblemished.

He's a mechanic, apparently good at it.

Prosecution in this instance
is just gonna cost him grievous injury.

Excuse me, Judge,

it's my gut reaction that we are dealing

with a seriously disturbed individual here

who has already caused
this woman "grievous injury,"

fully capable of more extreme
and unpredictable violence against her.

In all due respect
to your gut, Lieutenant,

there is a familiar pattern here,
in my experience.

And I think I do know
(stammers) my domestics.

Then set bail.

If you can hold it over him in any way,
I beg you not to dismiss.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
I have no intention of dismissing.

(clears throat)

-Please take your seats.
-Thank you.

JUDGE: Mr. Brady, I am on to you, sir.

Be advised, I am placing
a restraining order on you.

I am setting a date for a hearing,

and I am going to be watching
your every move.

And if you do anything
between now and that date,

if I hear one word
of complaint from Miss Hicks

or you go anywhere near that woman,

I am going to throw you into jail
and hold this over you indefinitely.

Now, this is outrageous conduct.

And it's only your lack of criminal record
that I don't take that step now.

All right.

Counsel will advise you
of the hearing date.

And until then, sir,
I want you to walk the line.

Do I hear bail application?

BAXTER: Your Honor, People ask
a thousand dollars.

Defense?

O.R., Your Honor.
Defendant is a working man.

Well, I'm setting this for a long date.

Defendant is excused
on his own recognizance.

And don't you forget one
word I told you, young man.

-Next case.
-(gavel bangs)

-What does this mean?
-He's setting a date for a hearing.

You mean, what--
But wait, you mean they're letting him go?

No, just until the hearing.
He didn't dismiss the charges.

Mary--

Are you just letting him walk out of here?

I can't believe this! Please!

Your counsel will outline
the particulars, ma'am.

Wait a minute!
You can't just let him walk out of here!

He's gonna kill me!
What's the matter with you?

-I don't believe this!
-Counsel, will you restrain your client?

-Mary, please. Come on.
-No! Let go of me!

You're... You're just worthless!
You're all worthless!

-Let me drive you home.
-Don't touch me!

Don't you dare touch me!

(gavel bangs)

HOWARD: We have two hours left in the day.

We have precisely the kind
of results in hand

that this operation
was intended to produce.

Enter our captain.

Exit the rug beneath our feet.

-I did what I felt I had to do.
-It was a public embarrassment.

-That certainly wasn't my intention.
-(sighs)

Frank, mano a mano,
you will always have my respect,

but I have to say
that your official conduct today

has been incomprehensible
and deeply disappointing.

I'm sorry you feel that way, Howard.

Goldarn it, Frank, I hate to say this,

but it seems to this old warhorse
that all your starch is in your shirt.

I want a moment with your captain.

(door opens, closes)

I suppose I shouldn't really be surprised.

It's just that I keep thinking
you've turned the corner.

What's on your mind, Chief?

(exhales)

I consider what you did out there
nothing less than a personal betrayal.

That operation came
straight from the mayor.

It had my own unqualified support.

Not only have you compromised
the entire chain of command,

you've opened this department to the worst
kind of media second-guessing.

What the hell is the matter with you?

I felt things had gone too far.
There were--

You felt!

This is not sensitivity training, Captain.
I don't care what you felt!

We were taking liberties with their rights

-that I couldn't, in good conscience--
-Where is it written...

that you need to agree
with every order you're given?

I happen to be in the middle

of an extremely painful course
of medical treatment.

You think I have nothing better to do
than clean up after your bleeding heart?

Tomorrow morning, same time,

you're going to run that operation again.

And you're going to keep on running it
until I say it's over.

-Am I understood?
-Yes.

Aren't you going to offer me
your badge, Captain?

(door closes)

(humming)

(beeping)

Hey, you looking at me? Huh?

Huh? Huh? You looking at me?

Say what? Huh?

(beeps)

Oh, yeah, yeah!

Easy! Ooh.

Furley, will you take this
from me, please?

Henry. Phone for you.

(clears throat)

Lieutenant Goldblume.

Yeah.

Thank you.

(phone thuds)

We got witnesses say she was
coming out with a suitcase.

He just came at her and started slashing.

(phone rings)

Belker.

Hi, Ma.

No, I couldn't go last night, Ma.
I had to work late.

I'm going right after work.

Ma, if he's throwing fruit at the nurses,
so you don't take him any more fruit.

Right, especially canned.

I'm going tonight.

I told you, right after work.

As a matter of fact,

if I wasn't on the phone,
I'd be on my way right now, Ma.

I'll kiss him for you.

Well, I love you too. Goodbye.

-Hi, Mick.
-Hi.

How's it goin'?

-Okay.
-Feel like a beer and a burger?

No, I can't. I gotta go see my father.

Want some company?

-No, thanks.
-I could sit in the car.

-We could go out after.
-Would you want to do that?

Got a radio?

-Cop radio.
-So I'll listen to cop calls.

-Okay.
-Give me a minute to change.

The kid looked so happy, Frank.

He looked so satisfied,

this poor girl lying there.

I don't know what to tell you, Henry.

We'd do better off running a restaurant.

We'd do more damn good.

Pizza joint.

With a deli counter.

"Furblume's."

"Goldillo's"?

-"Frank and Henry's."
-Bingo.

(sighs)

Uh, I'll grow one of those
pencil mustaches.

(chuckles)

Mangia, Frankie.

I'd make that bastard a poison pizza.

Oh, Francis.

Look what I found
from our old P.A.L. tournaments.

-What were you looking for, Phil?
-Well, these.

(chuckles)

I thought, with your leave,
I might swing by Fay's tonight

and instruct young Frank
in some pugilistic fundamentals.

Oh, I don't know, Phil.

I gathered your meeting with the other
boy's father left matters unresolved.

We behaved like any two apes.

Francis, I'm certainly
not trying to tell you your business,

but if I had a son
in Frank Jr.'s situation,

I'd want him to be able to defend himself
in a way that would discourage

this kind of treatment
in no uncertain terms.

And a good left jab can give a boy
the confidence he needs

to see this through.

You may be right, Phil.

You know, a man has to draw
the line somewhere, Francis,

even if he's nine.

Excuse me, Mr. Furillo,
there is a phone call for you.

You're telling me I'm over
the limit on my card, right?

-Yes, sir. That is correct.
-Um, how about we go Dutch?

Oh, no. No problem.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

How did you know
there wasn't a phone call?

-No one's calling me. I have a beeper.
-Oh.

-I hate it when they do that to you.
-He's working the wrong crowd.

I used up my blushes a long time ago.

(clears throat)

Frank...

I've really enjoyed getting to know you.

-Um...
-Thank you.

Well, it's not really that I know you.
It's I know that you're something special.

Does that seem forward?

No, not at all. It's a lovely compliment.
You're pretty special yourself.

I hope your lady friend
appreciates what she's got.

-Can I ask you something?
-Sure.

Just how heavy-duty is this relationship?

Pretty heavy-duty.

Then what are we doing out?

(clears throat)
She's in Washington interviewing for a job

which I'm sure they'll offer her.

And what will that mean for you?

I don't know.
I don't know if she'll take it.

What if she does?

It's true, isn't it?

Timing really is everything.

Frank, um...

at the very least, no matter what happens,
I hope that we're gonna be friends.

I think you can count on it.

(upbeat music playing)

You're Hill.

Benedetto.

Your messages are clogging up my desk.

Do we have a problem?

You know my partner.

The smart mouth?

How's his scooter? (chuckles)

How's his face?

(chuckles)

Now you want a piece, too?

You're not as stupid as you look.

(glass slams on bar)

(grunting)

What's the matter, Sal, huh?

You can't hit someone
standing in front of you?

-Come on, Sal, huh?
-(grunts)

(groaning)

Come on, Sal! Come on, Sal.

What you want me to do?
Turn my back on you, Sal? Come on, Sal.

(grunting)

You done, Sal? Huh?

Done.

Yeah, we're done.

(clears throat)

Uh, hello?

Yeah, operator, would you ring
Joyce Davenport's room, please?

Davenport. Yeah.

I'm sure she's a guest there, operator.
Would you check your reservations?

Joyce Davenport. That's correct.

She never checked in? You sure?

Yeah. Yeah. All right.

No.

Uh, would you ring, uh, Clark Galloway's--

Uh, never mind.

Operator? Yeah, no.

No, never mind.

Yeah, thanks very much.

(phone clicks)

(closing theme playing)