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(siren blaring)

NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Operation Big Broom is over.

-By whose authority?
-By mine.

-Next case.
-(gavel bangs)

Wait a minute! You can't just let him
walk out of here. He's gonna kill me!

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

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

He just came at her and started slashing.

-I think I'm too hard to live with.
-No, you're not.

It's the first time he's seen me like that
with a naked judge.

Paul Grogan.

May I ask you why it is
that you would want a ticket?

Because I want to go to court to fight.

I wouldn't worry about the interview.

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

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

(shouts)

You know my partner.

Now you want a piece too?

You're not as stupid as you look.

NARRATOR:
Coming tonight on Hill Street Blues...

MAN: How's it feel to be dead, man?

Your son killed a gang kid, Mr. Hawkins.

The only law these kids know is payback.

Can we get this over with?

Get what over with?

You took me to dinner
every Saturday night for a month.

You called me a pistol.

Bloods say yo!

I get this way when I've been up all night

phoning a hotel
where you never checked in.

Anything happens to Hawkins,
I hope you didn't do it.

Because then when I put my thumb
through your eye, it'll just be for fun.

I stayed there
because it was nicer than a hotel room,

and he was nice enough to offer.

I have to know.
Did you sleep with this guy?

PHIL: Item nine, people,

regarding the recommencement
of Operation Big Broom.

Despite yesterday's
curtailment of said operation,

and for reasons which will not be
speculated upon at this time,

the Broom will descend
once again this a.m.

on the 1600 block of Dekker Avenue

for the fourth consecutive day
of social sanitization

under the continued direction
of Lt. Howard Hunter.

Supporting cast, uniform and otherwise,
stands as follows:

Tepaz, Hurley, Jekilek,
Eaton, Hill, Renko, Peterson,

Joyce, Coffey, Bates, Gorman, Augustine,
and all EATer personnel.

Item 10. Those of you
understandably concerned

over the chief's alleged bout
with hydrophobia

may be relieved to learn
that the responsible rodent,

subsequently bludgeoned
by our own Detective LaRue

and airfreighted to the Atlanta Disease
Control Center for further testing,

has been conclusively
determined to be non-rabid,

contrary to the initial misdiagnosis
by our local boys down at County Health,

bringing to a fortunate end
the chief's painful

one-day encounter with the needle.

(groaning)

More importantly, people, this terse memo

from the State Health
Informational Bureau.

And I quote, "The specter
of the rabid rat is a fallacy.

The rodent-borne urban rabies epidemic
is likewise a fallacy.

Rats do not carry rabies.

We heartily discourage you
from insinuating this possibility

upon an uninformed, overly imaginative

and easily panicked
inner-city population."

-MAN: That's right!
-(indistinct chatter)

On a final and somewhat
less pathological note,

peer-group kudos to our own
Officer Andrew J. Renko.

(cheering)

Coming off a rather ignoble
and well-publicized

public exposure incident last weekend,

said officer more than
redeemed himself yesterday

with the above-and-beyond-the-call
rescue of three citizens

from a blazing tenement on East Utica.

-All right!
-(cheering)

Among other things,
the flights of heroics inspired

by a transfer to scooter duty.

(laughter)

Said transfer having
been revoked as of today

in favor of a deserved return
to routine patrol.

-All right, all right.
-(cheering)

And a recommendation by Captain Furillo
for a Meritorious Service Award.

-(cheering)
-All right, Renko.

And our customary and less formal
Hill Street silver whistle salute.

(whistles blowing)

All right. That's it. Let's roll.
(chuckling)

And hey, hey, hey, hey!
Let's be careful out there.

You got the silver whistle, huh?

(indistinct chatter)

(whistle blows)

-Hey, on me. Congratulations.
-Mucho gracio, goombah.

-Real fine.
-Thank you very, very much.

You know, Bobby, I could get used
to this hero routine real quick.

Hill, Renko. We've got a knifing up
at Nichols High.

They need backups, pronto.

Welcome to the real world, hero.

You know, I-I could go back and just, uh--

-Yeah, you could, but--
-Good morning, Bobby, Andrew.

Frank.

-I am wearing a toupee.
-FURILLO: Mm-hmm.

-I mean, I see.
-Well? What do you think?

Uh, it, uh, certainly...
says something, Ray.

I mean, it really makes a statement.

Rosa says it makes me look
10 years younger, at least.

Is there something wrong?

Uh, no, no. I just have a slight headache.

It's the change of weather.
Sinuses. Excuse me a moment.

Uh-- (clears throat) Ray.

These are new guidelines
on search and seizure.

Uh, would you distribute them
to the appropriate personnel?

Sure.

Leo, Howard.

That was the lieutenant, wasn't it?

I believe so, Schnitz.

Either that or an overly familiar
tango instructor.

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)

(siren blaring)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Raymond, you don't look so good, man!

Yeah, puke! How's it feel to be dead, man?

Hey, man! How would it feel

if you had a little more
classroom decorum, man?

How would that feel?

So, uh, he, uh-- he came at me,
you know, and, uh,

well, he pulled this blade, and I...

I didn't have no-- I didn't have a choice.

Okay. We'll get your side of the story
down at the station.

Two years till retirement
and I try to break up a knife fight. Dumb.

What else can you tell me, Mr. Jewett?

Well, like I said, it was self-defense.

They started to argue
and Eugene came at him with a knife.

(groans) Easy, man.

Raymond backed up far as he could,

and then he grabbed
a screwdriver off the bench.

He let the gang kid have it.

I'd have done the same thing myself.

-How did it start?
-With these kids, who knows?

-Oh, man! Eugene was provoked!
-Pipe down.

-Get your hands off me!
-I said pipe down!

That punk jumped his turn on the lathe!

You're dead, Hawkins!
You hear me? You're dead!

-(all shouting)
-Be quiet, man! I mean it.

-All finished here, Dibble.
-Yeah, okay.

We'll need you down at the station
to sign a statement later, okay?

Bobby, take him out the side

because we've got the makings
of a full-scale riot in front.

-All right.
-(glass breaks)

Unlawful assembly. Unlawful assembly.

Obstruction of pedestrian traffic.

Loitering with intent?

Frank?

-When did you get in?
-About an hour ago.

That's some party your guys
are throwing down on Dekker, Frank.

I'm out of town less than 24 hours
and they repeal the Constitution.

All the more reason
for you not to leave town, Counselor.

Uh, we have some things
to talk about, Joyce.

Twelve o'clock lunch okay?

I better go interview
my first gross of suspects.

This makes the fourth time in two months
these punks started up after my boy!

And that's not even counting the times
that they come into my store,

trying to rip me off, busting things up.

And all on account of Raymond here

refusing to join that gang of theirs,
the Blood, whatever they call themselves.

The boy never been
in any trouble in his life!

Thank you.

Uh, Raymond, would you mind just telling
us your version of what happened?

-He's already told you three times over!
-It's all right.

Pop. Like I said, this Eugene,
he's one of the gang dudes,

he started hassling me about going out
of turn on the lathe or something,

but really he was just looking to mess

on account I never joined
the Blood and all.

And I told him to back off,
and he pulled this blade and...

Well, that's-that's when I grabbed
that screwdriver off the workbench and...

We've got a signed statement
from the shop teacher

fully corroborating my client's story.

Lieutenant, I've got an eleven o'clock
court appointment,

and, uh, frankly, I don't feel at all
disposed to file on this.

I don't think we have
any problem with that.

Thank you for the quick disposition.

You're free to go.
Thank you for your time, Raymond.

Can I speak to you for a second,
Mr. Hawkins?

Raymond! I'll be with you in a minute.

You know this won't be the end of it.

What are you talking about?

Your son killed a gang kid, Mr. Hawkins.

Self-defense or no, they won't be happy
until the score is even.

Maybe they'll come after you, too,
or other members of your family.

Listen to me, Hawkins.

The only law these kids know is payback.

All right. I'll take the boy out of school
for a couple of weeks.

That grocery store of yours
is right in the heart of Blood turf.

How long do you think it's gonna be
till they pay a visit?

Then give me some protection.

You're the police. That's your job!

I can't stake out your store
24 hours a day, sir, much as I'd like to.

We just don't have the manpower.

I don't have an easy answer for this.

I really don't, but...

have you ever considered maybe
relocating to a different neighborhood?

(laughs) I don't believe you.

Is this what I pay my taxes for?

I work my butt off for 20 years
trying to build a decent life,

and the first sign of trouble,
you tell me, the police,

that I ought to move.

Hey, forget it, man.

I got one shotgun under my counter.

I'll go out and buy myself another one.

For God's sakes, think about your son.

At least send him out of town for a while.

I ain't breaking up my family.

Now, get out of my way.

(door opens, closes)

Let's go, Ray.

Mary Hicks all over again.

Something bad's gonna happen to that kid,
Frank. I just know it.

Frank, your car is outside.

Let's get Sonny Freeman
from Gang Intervention

up here for a little talk.

And let's get a plainclothes down
at Hawkins's store, okay?

Right.

-Mick? Can I talk to you for a second?
-Sure.

As the troops are fond of saying,

"That's why they make the badges round

-instead of star-shaped."
-Why is that, Howard?

Hurts less when they get jammed up
the old lower corridor.

All right, people.

Single file, ID's out.
This is not a clambake.

Seriously though, Frank, I doubt there is
a captain in the entire department

who could have a direct order to his men
publicly countermanded by the chief

and handle it as well as you have.

You may have been handed
the brown helmet, squire,

but you sure wear it
like a goldarn party hat.

Just keep it by the book, Howard.

For God's sake, Neal, we're not talking
the My Lai massacre here.

-Hey!
-We're talking psychology.

You know, human dynamics.

-Urban repression. Early retirement, babe.
-Hmm.

Morning, children!

You see, you got to dig this
on a gestalt level, man.

You don't napalm these suckers.
You just show 'em a picture of the napalm.

-Subtle, huh?
-Yeah. (chuckles)

About as subtle as a .357
in a bowl of oatmeal. (chuckles)

-Yo, Paulie!
-Hey, right on time.

Hey, baby. Paulie Schoellkopf,

-my partner Neal Washington.
-What's happening?

Me and this bozo go all the way
back to junior high together.

Hey, I pulled her in here this morning
around five o'clock. It was still dark.

-Government property?
-Uh, his CO from 'Nam

is the head honcho
at the Lafayette Armory.

Yeah, Scottie Wheeler.
Look, I even got a parade permit.

The dude that owns this building says
that if this does the trick,

then we can keep it here all year.

(marching drum plays)

You know, I think one day
will be more than enough.

-Yeah.
-(chuckles)

-(engine whirring)
-(marching song continue playing)

Get out of the way!

Totally unauthorized, of course, but,

goldarn it,

the sight of that heavy metal
still sends a shiver up the old bowels.

Hey. Look, man,
I don't want to hear about it.

I am telling you, Neal,
all the great legends ain't dead.

Okay, Lawrence is gone.
Rommel, Patton, they're gone.

But in that great tradition,
there is still LaRue of the Hill!

The desert rats.

Where did he get the tank?

I don't know.
Some acid-casualty buddy of his.

He probably thought he was buying a jeep.

Think I could talk to you
for a minute, Luce?

-Mm-hmm.
-You don't mind, do you, Joe?

Hey, no problem.

I'll just finish this
under a parked car or something.

Thanks. Great.

That's exactly it, Robert.

Don't you understand
the extraordinary chain of circumstances

that led me to be outside
that burning building on my little Vespa?

Kismet.

I just kind of take it
with a grain of salt.

Do you expect me to believe that
that was mere chance?

-No, I guess not.
-No!

That was a message, Bobby Hill.

I was offered an opportunity
to clean up my act,

an opportunity that I am taking now.

I am going to lose weight.

I am going to register my motorcycle.

I am going to read a book a week,
not including--

-Wait, wait. Hold it. Hold it. Renko.
-And finally--

And you may laugh, if you will.

I'm gonna study and pass
that sergeant's exam.

Now, I know you think
you've been hearing all this before.

-Oh, no. I've never heard this before.
-We'll see.

-Time will tell.
-Yeah.

Now, not to change the subject,
but I would like to address

another set of circumstances,
Mr. Sugar Ray Hill.

That is the dismantling
of one Salvadore Benedetto.

-Don't know the man.
-Midtown vice.

Got his watch wound
last night at Mulligan's

around midnight
by an unnamed Black officer.

Do tell.

Would you care to, uh,
offer those knuckles for inspection?

No.

I see.

(sighs)

I don't want to have
this kind of situation, uh,

continue between us, partner.

What's that?

Fighting another guy's battles.

Understood. (sighs)

Of course, you know that, uh,
I would've done the same for you.

I know. (chuckles)

-Only not as well.
-(both laugh)

-Thank you, Bobby Hill.
-Forget about it.

(sighs) What do ya say I take
care of this today?

-All right. Thanks, Rusty.
-Hey.

(sighs)

Oh, mercy.

No, I'm sorry. If you don't want
to answer it, it's none of my business.

No, it's all right. It's okay.

It's not like the subject
has never come up.

(clears throat) Uh, Joe and I...

have been sort of kissy-face,
I guess, for a while, and...

And then at Christmas,
remember when I got hit?

He came to the hospital
and spent the night, and, uh...

and the short answer is no,
we have never made love.

It's about Belker, isn't it?

I don't know what to do.

I mean, I really--

I feel like something
might happen between us,

but I-I just don't think I can let it.

Aw, I guess I was hoping you'd tell me
you and Joe had slept together

and it hadn't hurt anything
about your being a cop.

(chuckles) Forget about it.

(sighs) Robin, if you're gonna really be
serious about Mick

and you really want
to take it all the way,

you've got to know
that it could hurt your job.

Oh, I guess I was just trying
to sell myself a bill of goods.

You know, there are a lot of guys
on the force

that would love to find
a reason to not trust us.

This kind of stuff just makes it
more complicated.

You really got the hots
for him, don't you?

-Yeah.
-(both chuckle)

I think he's sweet, and he's so kind.

And I feel so comfortable around him. I--

Robin, if you're gonna do this,
go into it with your eyes open.

-Thanks, Luce.
-I got to go.

I really appreciate it.

-Then after that, we'll play it by ear.
-Henry Goldblume?

-Thank you. Bye-bye. Yeah?
-Sonny Freeman.

Got a message from Division
you needed to see me.

Ah, if this isn't for Gang Intervention,
I don't know what is.

It's about Ray Hawkins Jr. and his family.

Don't place him.

The kid who was being hassled
by the Bloods.

Wound up with a justifiable homicide.

In Gang Intervention we're calling that
the Coleman killing.

It's a gang-related death.

How the hell can you say
it's not your problem?

Because the Hawkins boy is not in a gang.

(sighs)

I don't believe this.

Lieutenant, our program spent
the last six months

building credibility with the gangs.

We've got a leg up on a treaty

that'd hold for the Hill,
East Ferry and the Heights.

Bloods would have to sign that treaty.

I'd like to help you with this,

but I'm not about to blow six months' work

'cause you're worried about
one boy and his family.

Yeah, you wouldn't want to put
your federal grant in jeopardy.

Hey, there were 300 gang homicides
in this city last year.

Now, if we blow this treaty,

you people will be cleaning up the mess
for the next six months.

Why don't you tell 'em to move?

I did. We got a great police department.

Got troubles? Get out of town.

I'm sorry.

There's somebody looking for you.

I want to punch you in the mouth.

-Why is that?
-How do you feel?

Are you proud of yourself?

I suppose you're talking
about Richard Brady.

And Mary Hicks!

Lieutenant, let me tell you something,
I am a public defender.

I was assigned to defend Richard Brady
on a charge of assault.

Now, he's got the right to be defended,
and I performed my duty.

And now a girl is dead.

(sighs) I am very sorry that happened.

But I am not gonna get
into a crying contest with you,

and I am not going to allow myself
to feel responsible.

We are officers of the court.

If we know a crime
is going to be committed--

I did not!

Did you? Did you have a legal certainty?

Do you get this way
about all your cases, Lieutenant?

-How do you stay sane?
-What did you come here for?

I am defending Richard Brady
in the murder of Mary Hicks.

I want to get the papers on his arrest.

(sighs)

I'll have the desk officer
prepare them for you.

Thanks.

-Are you all right, Henry?
-No, I'm not all right, Ray.

-Tell me everything.
-I think it went well.

Didn't have to leave any blanks?

That's how I felt going
into the interview.

I felt like I was back in high school.

Then everything was all right.

-Clark did everything he--
-Clark?

Deputy Director Galloway.

Hmm.

He did everything he could
to make me feel comfortable.

Did he?

Anyway, the job's
with the antitrust division.

44,000, civil service waived.

(clears throat) Antitrust, your passion.

I can understand
why Clark would come after you.

I'm getting angry, Frank.

Best defense a good offense.

I don't understand
what's happening to you.

I get this way when I've been up all night

phoning a hotel
where you never checked in.

I'd like to know where you were.

I spent the night
in Clark Galloway's very large house.

Look like these punks
got me licked already.

Look like I'm whipped
without even a fight.

You did the right thing sending
your wife and son away, Mr. Hawkins.

They'll be a lot safer
at your sister's place.

Spent my whole life trying
to keep my family together.

Now everything's just falling apart.

Hey, come on, now.
They'll be back before you know it.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

(bells jingling)

-Can I help you, fella?
-You Mr. Hawkins?

That's right.

Bloods say yo!

Come on!

Get him! I got to stay here. Get him!

(lively music playing)

You are busted, you little punk!

Who was with you?

I don't talk to you guys, man. I'm juvie.

Get the juvie officer in here.

Was it Marcus? Tweetybird? Oofus?

Stick it! I'm juvie!

-Who told you to throw the bomb?
-Your mama!

(growls)

You want to hose down Lassie
and give him a dog biscuit?

He don't scare me none.

Lieutenant, you've been repeating
the same questions for 20 minutes now,

and my client
has made a legitimate request

to be attended to
by the juvenile authorities.

I shouldn't have to remind you
he's 14 years old.

Get him down to the Hall, Mick.

You're juvie now, kid,
but you won't always be.

Now the 14-year-olds can handle us, Frank.

The Hawkins bomber?

My advice to Raymond Hawkins
was to send his son away.

That's what I've been good for
since making lieutenant,

telling honest citizens
to get out of town.

Damn it, Frank. We were better off
when we handled the gangs ourselves.

Somebody's gonna get killed
and I can't stop it!

Henry, I don't want anything
to happen to the Hawkins family

any more than you do.
Do what you have to do.

Furillo, I got to talk to you.

We got a problem with Big Broom.

The Civil Liberties Union
and the PD's office

are bringing an injunction

into Judge Grogin's court
to close it down.

Does the chief know about it?

Furillo, what do you think, the sun sets
on Hill Street? Chief knows.

He wants you down there right away.
Grogan's waiting for you.

-Do you have a car?
-Out front.

I need three names: Oofus Martin,

Tweetybird Brown,
Marcus Talmadge. All Blood.

What are the charges?

Uh, arson, conspiracy,

destruction of private property,
whatever sounds good.

Mm. All right, Lieutenant.

Get these guys for me, will you, Phil?

JUDGE: Ah, Captain Furillo.
Glad to have you with us.

If you'd care to approach the bench.

I believe you have a passing familiarity

-with the issue at hand.
-I have.

I assume you have something to say
in defense of Operation Big Broom?

Uh, I would say that, given the existing
circumstances, we did our best.

Your Honor, I take it that by "our best,"

Captain Furillo is referring
to such unmitigated absurdity

as arresting my client three times
in a 48-hour period.

The last time he was picked up,
he was committing

-the illicit act of buying a newspaper.
-If I could just say--

I don't think there's anything more
to say, Captain.

In the last two days, your department

has paraded half the population
of the Hill Street precinct through here

for no better reason
than for me to see their happy faces.

I don't consider it grossly out of line

that Ms. Davenport
and the Civil Liberties Union

has taken exception to that.

(gavel bangs)

I hereby grant an injunction
for the immediate halt of this fiasco

on the grounds that the Fourth Amendment

to the Constitution's
guarantee of protection

from unreasonable searches and seizures

applies to citizens of the Hill
as much as to any other American.

All those persons being held in this room
and elsewhere are free to go.

(applause, cheering)

Your Honor, the district attorney's
office will appeal.

JUDGE: Go ahead. Captain, this injunction

is binding on you
and your entire department.

Let me warn you that if immediate action

is not taken to comply
with its provisions,

I shall hold you and your chief personally
in contempt.

And in conclusion, I would like to say

that this has been a sad affair

for the police and for everybody
connected with Operation Big Broom.

I sincerely hope in the future you behave

in a manner more
responsible to the public,

whose welfare you are supposed to protect.

That's all. Next case.

BAILIFF: Fay Furillo, violation 246B,
State Vehicle Code.

Ralph, let's see if we can move 13029 over
to Judge Hansen's calendar.

-I'm really overbooked.
-FAY: Oh, no, you don't, buster!

Now, I have been sitting back there
for two hours.

You may not return my phone calls,
but you're gonna give me my trial!

Let's have a 10-minute recess.
Clear the courtroom.

(scoffs) Great! I mean,
do you always face up

to all situations like this
by clearing the courtroom?

Okay, Mrs. Furillo. What do you want?

Justice! I went through a red light.

-How do you plea?
-Guilty.

Uh, with an explanation.

Okay. Make it short.

(clears throat) Well, um... Paul...

I realize how difficult it is

for a man to carry on a relationship
with a divorced mother.

I mean, nobody wants to have
a-a ready-made family

with all of the difficulties

and the sacrifices
that come along with it.

It's just that--

well, I think I deserve another chance.

Fay, this is not the time or the place

to have a conversation
about relationships.

If you'd just look at it, you'd see
that I have a lot of good qualities.

I mean, you would see
that I've got a lot to give.

Fay, stop it, damn it!
This is a court of law!

You're not gonna shut me up
with that one, buster!

Now, one way or the other,
we are gonna talk!

-Madam, you are in contempt!
-Madam?

You want to know something?

You're the contemptible one.

You took me to dinner
every Saturday night for a month!

You wrote poems
and put them on the seat of my car.

You called me a pistol.

Now, I want to know what happened to us?

I want to know what's wrong with me.

Nothing's wrong with you, Fay.

The simple truth is that
I've met somebody else.

(sighs)

Some, uh, young tootsie, I suppose, huh?

Well, I mean, it makes sense.

Why waste your time
wearing secondhand polyester

when there's so much
virgin wool around, right?

What's wrong with that?

It's what I want.

I count, too.

(chuckles)

You know, I guess
I never thought of it like that.

Case closed, huh?

Frank!

Frank, right now you are looking
at the safest 200 yards

of asphalt in the country.

Why, we haven't had so much
as a purse snatching--

Shut it down. Send everybody home.

Shut it down?

Big Broom again? On whose authority?

An injunction, state superior court.

-May I see the papers?
-Yes, Howard.

And then you can show me your request
for transfer to another precinct.

Ah. Simple professional curiosity, Frank.

I always stand by my commanding officer.

Just get these people off the bus.

Ballentine!

Sir?

Sound recall. We have been terminated
with extreme prejudice.

The tank, too, sir?

The tank, too.

(siren blaring)

I tell you, man. I can't believe it, Neal.

We got this whole neighborhood
knocking its knees with one lousy tank.

It's nice to be loved, but there's a lot
to be said for cringing respect.

Hey, give 'em time, babe.
They get used to anything.

That's why I got to keep
the old noodle working.

Escalation. One step ahead
of the competition.

Hey, why don't you put up
a spotlight on a building?

You could sweep the whole block
all night like a prison yard.

Hey, Neal! Man, that's sensational!
I know which building!

Hey, J.D., babe, uh,
you were supposed to laugh.

-Mm-hmm.
-J.D., Neal!

They got the tank! They stole the tank!

-What do you mean? Who?
-It's gone, man. It's down the street.

-They rolled over a bus.
-Didn't I tell you to stay with it?

Didn't I tell you this neighborhood
has a lousy rep for tank theft?

I was there. I was inside watching my Sony

when two guys knocked
on the hatch with guns.

They told me to get out
and then they drove it away!

-Oh, man, this is bad.
-(car horn honking)

Washington! LaRue!

Lieutenant says we're moving out!

Operation's been canceled.

-(sighs)
-(chuckles)

Hey, we're lucky, huh, Paulie?
We don't need the tank now.

But what am I gonna do?
How am I gonna get it back?

Hey, hey, look, Paulie. Why don't you come
on back to the station, huh?

We'll help you fill out
a stolen vehicle report. Okay?

What if they rob a bank in my tank?

Get him, sucker!
I ain't no shopping cart! Don't push me!

Ow! Oh, man! Don't step on my foot!

You step on my foot, man,
I'm gonna bust your face!

-Get down there.
-We got 'em, Lieutenant.

-Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, man!
-Hey, what's happening?

-(shouting)
-(clamoring)

(grunting)

-Get him off!
-Get him up! Get him up! Come on!

Get over here! Get over there, man!

(groaning)

(laughing)

What? What's the matter?

What's so funny? What are you laughing at?

What's the matter? What's so funny?

Hey, Jim. Uh, you better put
your top down. Looks like rain, baby.

Shut up!

Hey, bro, you got to freeze on that
'cause you was laughing too, man.

-I said shut up.
-Sorry about that.

(snickering)

Hello, Ray.

Hiya, Phillip.

You know, I, uh--

(chuckles)

I tried a rug once.

I thought I needed it with Cindy.
She hated it. (chuckles)

She said it made me look
less sexy. (chuckling)

I was humiliated. I humiliated myself.

Oh, come on. You know the humor up there.

Look, Ray, you can tell me
to butt off, but, uh...

you want to talk about anything?

Hmm?

Ray, what's going on?

They want young people.

-Who does?
-The department.

Dynamic, youthful. I don't know.

Slim, hairy.

What's funny?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Everyone knows these things, Phil.

"If you have the image
of a South American despot,

chrome your dome.

But climbing the corporate jungle gym
takes hair and lots of it."

Oh, come on, Ray.
That's only one man's opinion.

You know, a lot of great men
have been bald,

Eisenhower, Genghis Khan, Kojak.

I knew this morning
when I was talking to Frank

what everyone was doing.

They were laughing at me.
I just couldn't admit it.

Ray, everyone up here
respects the hell out of you.

You do a job, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

Everyone expects you'll
be the next captain.

Do they, Phil? Where have you been?

-What are you talking about?
-The new promotions.

Who got promoted, Phil? Who?

Mike North, Wally Peterson, Henry--

Henry Goldblume.

He was always Frank's confidante.

I never was.

Now we're the same rank.

I'm not a petty man, Phil,
and I wish Henry no ill.

Maybe this is something you should discuss
with Henry and the captain.

In the store, you know,
I tried all the different styles.

Finally I found this one.

I looked in the mirror,
this way, that way.

I thought I looked handsome.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it?

-"Handsome."
-No.

I have this great pride
that I seem to keep stumbling over.

48 years old.

My ambition for 20 years
was to make lieutenant.

I took the test,
passed it four years running.

Three years there weren't any slots.

Fourth year I didn't get picked.

(sighs)

How's this sound, Marcus?
We're talking personal responsibility now.

Anything happens to Raymond Hawkins,

the store gets robbed, glass gets busted
at 3:00 in the morning,

family gets hit by a bus,
I'm coming after you.

And I swear to God, I will find you.

And when I find you, you're gonna wish
you had never been born.

Do you have any little brothers
and sisters at home, Marcus?

Well, let me tell you something.

You better pray Hawkins
doesn't sprain an ankle.

You had better be there with a shovel
making sure there's no ice

on Hawkins's sidewalk
for anybody to slip on.

Say Hawkins has a heart attack, Marcus.
Know what happens then?

I come and I break your face.

Dude's got a heart, that's not my problem.

Yes! It is, Marcus.

Yes, it is.

I told you, we're talking personal
responsibility here.

In fact, something does happen to him,

I hope you didn't do it

because then,
when I put my thumb through your eye,

it'll just be for fun.

-A man can't even do--
-A man can't what?

(grunts)

Let me tell you something more!

As far as I'm concerned, you're garbage
and you're always gonna be.

I cannot rehabilitate you!

And I can't run your entire turf
making sure you behave like angels.

But I can protect this one store,
this one family.

-They're off limits. That I can do.
-(grunts)

That's police brutality, sucker. (pants)

-No, it isn't. This is.
-(grunts)

MARCUS: Get my attorney!

Go ahead. Get your attorney.

You won't be able to prove anything.

You want to know why?
Because I'm a nice guy.

Nobody'll believe
a nice guy like me hit you.

Mick, tell him what a nice guy I am.

Henry Goldblume
is the nicest guy on the Hill.

You stay away from Raymond Hawkins!

You stay away from his place,
his family, his house, his whole life!

He gets to stay there! He's not moving!
Am I understood?

Crimes against persons and property
on this one-time worst block in the city

are down 87 percent compared to the week
preceding Big Broom.

I want to mention simply, in this regard,

the exemplary work of the entire
Hill Street precinct

and to further thank
the Constitutional Liberties Union

and the public defender's office
for alerting us

-to certain constitutional requirements...
-(knocks)

...with which we promptly complied with.

This office remains responsive
to the needs...

Command performance.

-...Uh, except the criminal element.
-(TV switch off)

Did you hear? We saved the Constitution.

Uh, Francis,

aware as I am of the heat you've taken

for your somewhat unpopular
stand in this matter,

I've conducted my own little survey
of incoming complaints.

You see, in the adjoining blocks,
we're up 67 percent.

Precinct-wise, we're right
where we were last week.

Thank you, Phil.

Oh, on an unrelated matter,

I received a phone call
from a grateful pugilist.

It appears Frank Jr., based on some
rudiments I taught him last night,

bloodied young Clarence Davis's nose
this afternoon.

Oh, there's no harm done.
Just a few bruises on both sides.

And they're fast becoming pals.

-I come in a minute?
-Sure. Come on in, Henry.

How'd it go?

(sighs) You'll want to know,
I hit a manacled suspect twice.

-That's against policy.
-I understand that.

I want a complete report on my desk
first thing in the a.m.

(sighs) Frank.

I wasn't gonna let it happen,
not the way it did with Mary Hicks.

-I wasn't gonna just sit--
-I don't have to tell you, Henry.

-We cost ourselves more than we gain.
-Right.

You carry these things.

We used to have these at Doughty's
corner store when I was growing up.

I didn't think they still made 'em.

Wholesalers beat the hell out of me,
4.36 a 12-pack,

Jimbos, those, Swirls over there.

-Still have real chocolate in 'em.
-Hmm.

-Oh, I don't--
-The Jimbos are on the house.

-Thanks.
-Um, what about my family?

Should I bring 'em home?

I don't know. Maybe in a couple of weeks.

(siren blaring)

We may be all right,
but we got to keep our end of it up, okay?

All right. I'll be right here.
I ain't goin' nowhere.

GOLDBLUME: Good.

-Good night.
-Good night.

(bells jingling)

You don't have to do this.

No, I like doing this. Honest.

You got quite a domestic streak, Mick.

-I wouldn't have thought it.
-Well, so do you.

-That meal was wonderful.
-Nah. I overcooked the pasta.

That meal was great.
What, are you kidding?

That clam sauce was fantastic.

Al dente. Pasta's supposed to be al dente.

So, uh, when we're finished up here,
what do you want to do?

You want to go out?
You want to go to a movie?

-Do you?
-I don't know.

I mean, if you want to, we could go out.

Or we could stay here
and put on some music

-or watch TV or something.
-Yeah, okay.

-Unless you'd rather go to a movie.
-No, no. That's fine. We could watch TV.

Look, can we get this over with?

Get what over with?

Oh. (laughs)

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sure.

-That wasn't so bad.
-Yeah.

No, I mean, no, it wasn't.

I really like you, Mick.

I really like you, too.

(thunder rumbling)

I was out of place today.

It just threw me so
when I couldn't get you at the hotel.

My imagination ran away with me.

I'm afraid of losing you, you know.

Do you really think
you could lose me to a job, Frank?

It's not just a job,
it's a whole other way of life.

Joyce, I don't want to--

Frank, they haven't even
offered me the job yet.

Tell the truth,
do you think they're going to?

Yes. I think they probably will.

Do you think that's all
they're gonna offer you?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, tell me I'm crazy.

Tell me I'm completely irrational
over nothing.

Tell me this guy, this Clark,
doesn't want you.

Tell me all about his house,
about staying at his house

when you had hotel reservations
going down.

I told you, I stayed there
because it was nicer than a hotel room

and he was nice enough to offer.

-How much nicer?
-Don't start again, Frank!

I have to know.
Did you sleep with this guy?

-No, I didn't.
-Did you want to?

What if I did?

Does that give you the right
to treat me like this? It's not like you.

I'm not perfect, counselor.

I have to struggle with some feelings
that may not be the noblest in the world.

And maybe I'm a little jealous.

And I'm also sorry I'm not being
sophisticated enough about this.

But we're not just talking
about a job offer here.

We're talking about
a real challenge to us.

I may be afraid of a lot of things,
but I'm not afraid to look at that.

Is that the truth according to Furillo?

Yes. Tell me I'm wrong.

Frank, I'm just so tired. I--

Do we have to keep discussing this?

I feel like we're going around and around.

-What do you want to do?
-(scoffs)

(sniffles) I want--

I want to get into bed.

I want you to hold me.

(sniffles) I want us to make love.
That's what I want to do.

(closing theme playing)