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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

-I am wearing a toupee.
-If they offer you this job,

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

The new promotions,
who got promoted, Phil? Who?

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

phoning a hotel
where you never checked in.

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

Now I want to know what happened to us!

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

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?

(indistinct conversations)

ESTERHAUS: Item nine.

People!

A little forbearance, please!

Thank you.

You will note Officer Bugburn
passing out amongst you

the new 1983 revised
and unexpurgated edition

-of the departmental manual.
-(crowd groans)

I can well understand your dismay,

as I myself do not look forward
to an in-depth study of this material.

Chapter headings such as
"The Denver Boot,"

"Innovations in Passive
Vehicular Immobilization"

do not whet one's appetite for learning.

Nevertheless, it remains
our duty to stay current

with our agency's ever-changing
rules and procedures,

so I implore you,

please take a few precious off-duty hours
in the perusal of said tome.

-Just what I'm gonna do.
-Yeah.

ESTERHAUS: All right, item 10,
wants and warrants,

short and sweet, so listen up.

Be on the lookout
for one Roland J. Thompson,

also known as "Hardball,"
"Cue Ball," or "Dr. T."

He's a male Black, 5'7", 145 pounds,

distinguishing characteristic,
being a totally bald pate.

Last spotted driving a '76 gray Cutlass,

license plate 053 apple David baker.

Also be on the alert this a.m.
for a Herbert D. Ponzatino,

a male Caucasian, brown hair, brown eyes,
5'10", heavyset.

Prime suspect in the avenue "B"
housing project rapes.

Let's put a little extra
into that one, people,

as Mr. Ponzatino's aberrant appetites
appear to be on the rise.

Item 11. Detective Belker
will be staking out

the Shop 'n Save 24-hour market
this a.m...

-(barking)
-...pursuant to a 34 percent increase

in purse snatching and rob assaults

on the patrons of said establishment.

Motor patrols, be alert to that situation.

Item last, the senior criminology class

-of the St. Mary's girls high school...
-MAN: Oh...

...will be guests on the premises
for the next three days

under my direct supervision.

(men chuckle)

Needless to say,

these young ladies are to be shown
the utmost courtesy

by the officers of this precinct.

And be reminded as well that I expect
a code of conduct that is exemplary,

language-wise, behavior-wise,
and every which way otherwise.

(indistinct conversations)

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

And hey, hey, hey!

Let's be careful out there.

Hey, Sarge, are you sure
you don't need any help

on that supervision?

My God, Neal. Have you ever seen

some of these teenage chicks' firm,
young bosoms bursting to be free,

short, pleated skirts
caressing golden down

across an expansive, firm, white thigh?

You're a sick man, J.D.

I know, I know. I just can't help it.

Yeah. I think I'm gonna take
this new departmental manual

-to my pit stop this morning...
-Damn

in case they run out of sanitary wipes.

Ma, there's nothing to be concerned about.

Yes, they called me, so I know
they put him in the hospital ward,

but the doctor said it's only a cold.

It's a simple precautionary, Ma.

The doctor said at that age,
if you don't watch it--

It's not pneumonia, Ma. Don't be silly.

They're only concerned that it
shouldn't get into the lung, that's all.

They're giving him...

Tetracycline.

Don't worry about the money,
would you please?

I already authorized the addition.

Don't keep saying that.

According to the doctor,
it's a simple prophylactic measure.

Ma, Ma... Ma!

It doesn't mean what you think it means.
It has nothing to do with sex.

WOMAN (on radio): Dispatch.
We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress,

Surplus Store, corner of People's Drive
and 124th Street.

(theme music playing)

(siren wailing)

Sure.

Sure, a week before the prelim
will be fine. Yeah.

Uh-huh. Yeah, thanks, Don.

Yo, Frankie, I got a driver
waiting for me outside,

and I've been cooling my heels here
12 minutes already.

I got a nine o'clock crosstown brunch
with my broker.

So, what's up?

This is what's up. You want to fill me in?

Looks like a standard financial disclosure
for the union securities exchange.

Uh-huh, with your signature at the bottom

and my name in it
as your prime credit reference.

Oh, I would have put down Pepe Hernandez,
but he got turned down for parole.

What the hell's going on here, Jesus?

According to this,
you've invested nearly 50,000 dollars

in some kind of commodity-futures deal.

Beans.

My broker tells me
if it rains in Georgia next month,

I can turn this paper over
for a cool 1.5 million,

unless you rather I go off the book
and deal Peruvian yap serum

like most of the dudes
in my social-economic tide pool.

Come on, Frankie.

Let me get my nose
on the white man's trough.

In case you've forgotten, Jesus,

the grant proposal you submitted
was for a local youth-recreation program.

What's 50 lousy Gs worth
of basketball and high-tops?

Besides, preliminary accounts to the feds
is not due for five weeks.

By then I'll have enough money
to buy 'em a whole damn country club.

Get my name off your credit reference.

If you want to spend the next five years
upstate, do it without my help, okay?

Okay, Frankie.

Mark my words, what you see
standing here before you today

is the next Robert Vesco.

Robert Vesco is wanted
in over 14 countries

on about 5 dozen counts
of international securities fraud.

Whatever.

I'm not even going to ask
what that was about.

Believe me, you're better off.

Aren't you a few hours early?

I've got an assault case
left over from last night,

a regular one-man wrecking crew,
according to his arrest sheet.

We'll, uh, station a uniform
in there with you.

That's okay. I've got a good 10 rounds
left in my mace canister.

Frank, do you mind if I take a rain check
on lunch today?

Clark Galloway's flying out
from Washington on the morning shuttle.

I take it you got the job.

I suppose I'll find that out at lunch.

Really, Frank, I have no idea.

Excuse me, Miss Davenport.
Your suspect is in Interrogation One.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'll let you know after lunch.

CALLETANO: "The senior officer
at a police..."

"The rank of the deputy is determined..."

(overlapping dialog)

-"...When an incident has re--"
-Has been ordered, Henry--

"When an incident has reached a point

where the remaining functions
are investigative

and the senior concerned detective
should be in command,

assuming such command
by identifying himself

and informing the officer
then in command."

Besides which you never really
identify yourself.

Do you want it in neon, Ray?
For God's sake, here you go.

Detective-lieutenant,
Lieutenant. Detective.

Do you mind telling me what's going on?

I was merely instructing
the junior lieutenant

in the fine points of rank determination.

Our house junkie got sick
on some lawyer's car in the lot, Frank.

It was a bailiff's car,
and I got there first.

I was just trying to break up a fight,
for God's sake.

I had the situation under control,
thank you very much.

Gentlemen!

I think it's time we all three
had a talk, don't you?

Since I suddenly find myself
available for lunch,

suppose we meet in a few hours
and get to the bottom of this.

I'll phone the galley for a table.

That's over 20 blocks from here.

-I'll call Luis's.
-Luis's?

I'll pick the restaurant, okay,
gentlemen? Agreed?

State health found a dog collar
behind Luis's last month.

I don't know what they're talking about.

I was sipping a beer,
minding my own business,

when this big weight-lifter type
comes over and he starts--

5'6", 145 pounds?

Must have been the lighting.

Anyway, he follows me into the john,
and he starts physically attacking me.

It was terrible.

I've got statements here
on the crime report

from three witnesses
that you followed him into the washroom.

No. You're kidding.

Mr. Crockett, it's not exactly
classified information

that you've been working
as a collection enforcer

for a loan shark
by the name of Tobias Wolfe

for the past several years.

It's also a matter of record

that the victim of this assault
was in arrears to Mr. Wolfe

for the amount of 8,000 dollars.

You got a great bod, mama.

What are you doing for breakfast tomorrow?

Quit wasting my time, Crockett.

In case you slept
through the introductions,

I'm your lawyer. I'm representing you.

So unless you want to walk
into that courtroom

with just your questionable wit
and a three-page rap sheet,

I suggest you cut the crap
and tell me what really happened

or I'm out of here.

Keep a secret?

All lawyer-client correspondence
is regarded by law

as privileged communication.

Well, in that case,
totally unprovoked assault.

I used the creep's face like a volleyball

against the john door
for at least five minutes.

It was a real ugly scene.

I'm just glad there wasn't anybody
in there to see it.

That little shrimp won't sign
a complaint against me

for a million bucks, Counselor.

(scoffs) If he does,
he's fish food in the river

by the end of the week.

No complaint, no charges.

I'm out of this stinkhole
by 4:00 at the latest.

I imagine you will be, Mr. Crockett.

-(horns honking)
-Whoa! Hit me! (shouting)

Ooh! Hi-yah!

(siren wailing)

MAN: What do you think-- come on!

(man laughs)

Come on, hit me!

(honking continues)

TATAGLIA: He's got to be on dust.

We went out there and he tried
to karate-kick my head.

Do you think we should call
the paramedics?

Oh, don't waste your time.

They couldn't get a needle in him
with a blowgun out there.

TATAGLIA: What are we gonna do?

-He's gonna get run over any second.
-(shouting)

Well, we could talk to him. All of us.

(honking continues)

COFFEY: So, Bruce Lee, how you doing?

You got to be cold, uh,
standing out there like that.

I'm telling the cars where to go, man.
(pants, chuckles)

I'm telling the cars where to go!

You don't have to tell me
where to tell the cars to go!

Listen, there's no law
against telling the cars where to go.

BATES: We just thought that maybe
you were freezing out there.

You want my jacket?

-I got it.
-Give it to me.

I want it now!

All right, look, if I give you
my coat now, you got to come with us.

(screams)

(grunting)

-(grunting)
-(siren wailing)

(grunting)

Ah! Let go! I got to cuff!

(grunting)

All set!

-(all grunting)
-(siren continue blaring)

(siren wailing)

I don't care if he ran a purple light.

I'm about to bust a major organ here.

I gave you 15 minutes
for a sit-down after roll call.

Is it my fault that Jerkolech
was hogging that stall as per usual?

-(tire screeching)
-Just make it fast!

Oh. Oh, I'm dying here, Bobby.

Just do the standard routine, okay?

License, registration,
scribble a few notes,

and adios, Mario. You got that?

HILL: License and registration, please.

Don't tell me, it's the socks, right?

Blue socks, brown shoes,
I've offended you. (chuckles)

No, wait, it's that, uh, family of 12

that I rescued
from a burning bus last week

and you want to give me a medal.

Oh, please.

HILL: Look, you ran a red light
back there, sir.

Would you just give us
your license and registration, please.

Oh, you mean a license? Yeah.

(chuckles)

Will a AAA card do?

How about a AA card?

Instead of a tow truck,
they send you a fifth of scotch. (laughs)

MAN: What a morning
this turned out to be, huh?

A guy comes up to me, says,
"You know where Delaware Park is?"

I say, "No." He says,
"Okay, I'll mug you here." (laughs)

He asked you for your license
and registration there, slick.

MAN: Hey, relax, pal.

It's (clears throat) probably in the,
uh, glove... compartment, the, uh--

You've got several hundred dollars' worth
of parking tickets in there.

Well, I'll be darned. (laughs)

you can have the entire lot for 29.95.

(sighs) Bobby, could we just please, uh--

HILL: Would you mind
stepping out of the car?

Op, what are you gonna do, shoot me,

beat me to death with those rubber hoses?
Hmm... (chuckles)

You don't look too good, pal.

Look, we're gonna take you
down to the station.

-Just step out of the car.
-Okay, okay.

You know, lock me up. Persecute me.

Put the nails right through the hands
and feed me to small animals.

But remember this, I'm a personal friend
of Joey Bishop. (laughs)

Wait right here.

Belker.

Move.

BELKER: Left.

I'm deathly ashamed, deathly ashamed.

Oh, would you stop
all that old jive whining?

-Sit down.
-If you hadn't of stopped like you did,

we'd of outrun that white boy.

Well, if you hadn't wasted time
rousing that pot roast,

I wouldn't have had to stop
for the white boy.

Well, who's been telling me
he'd rather go out in a blaze of gunfire

than eat another plate of beans?

Will you shut up?

Name. You first.

Freddie Lau-Jones,

and I ain't never been outside
of the law in my life...

except for the time
I borrowed some weekend money

from the liquor store.

And that was 38 long years ago.

I been having myself
a clean slate ever since.

That's the Lord's truth, son.

Home address.

We got us a room down on Dekker.

There ain't no address
on account of they tore it down

when they condemned the building.

-(man screaming)
-FREDDIE: Ain't that right, Barney?

MAN 2: I'm moving out on you, Freddie.

This is the last time
I let you get me into any trouble.

FREDDIE: Don't let the screen door hit
you on your way out.

Hey, guys, I don't think you understand.

You pulled an armed robbery.

Even though the gun wasn't loaded,
you're probably going to jail.

See what you done done?

Lord, we're going to jail.

Do jails have bathrooms
with hot running water nowadays?

-(man continues screaming)
-Yeah, sure.

Then we're better off than we've been.

-FREDDIE: Do they have food in jail?
-Yeah.

Well, Barney here,
he don't eat on Saturday,

and I don't eat on Sunday.

And that gets us through the week.

They have doctors in jail?

But Freddie here,
he's got diabetes and phlebitis,

and he can't go back
to the hospital anymore

'cause he done used up
all of his benefits.

And Barney here, he's got a bad heart.

Yeah, they say I have to have
a triple overpass,

and I'm on the list
for one of those operations.

What he needs is one of those
mechanical hearts.

And it's a whole lot of white men
have to get one before he gets one.

Freddie, I left my pills.
I thought we'd be home free by now.

(man screaming)

-(grunting)
-(broken glasses clattering)

(grunting)

(screaming continues)

(growling)

-(all grunting)
-BATES: Ow!

-Get his feet. Get his feet.
-(man grunting)

Take him downstairs.
We'll book him when he's straight.

-(grunting, screaming)
-(grunts)

Why did you do that, Mick?
Why did you hold me back?

Because you could have gotten hurt.

-So what?
-What happened to your face?

I'm gonna get hurt. That's my job.

Well, you're too little
for a psycho like that.

I can look you in the eye, hotshot.

You're right. I'm sorry.
I got a little carried away.

You embarrass me, Mick.
Don't ever do it again.

You better put some peroxide on that.
Those things--

LARUE: Bonjour.

Hi. Can I, uh, help you?

Yeah. Could you tell us
where Sergeant Esterhaus is, please?

Oh, uh, he's that tall,
elderly gentleman over there,

but, uh, (clicks tongue) looks like
he might be a little busy, so--

-Ah, the "belles" of St. Mary's!
-Sergeant Esterhaus?

That's correct. And who might you be?

-I'm Kristen.
-ESTERHAUS: Last name?

-Murphy.
-ESTERHAUS: And you?

Uh-uh. Cold showers,
babe, push-ups. (chuckles)

It's criminal, Neal,

Esterhaus monopolizing
all that young flesh.

-(laughter)
-(indistinct chattering)

What? No hostility, huh?

Hey, I'm a dangerous man.

-I tear tags off of mattresses.
-(laughter)

All right, stand here, face this man,
and keep your mouth shut.

Oh, you know what I did?

I yelled "fire" at a urologists'
convention once.

-That's dangerous.
-(laughter)

You ever try a little humor in your work?

You ever try paying your parking tickets?

-Once. It cost me money.
-(laughter)

All right, Sheckie's all yours, boy scout.

I got a date with some porcelain.

Angry wife goes to visit
her husband in the joint.

"I'm fed up," she says.
"Look at your life.

"Attempted robbery, attempted burglary,
attempted murder,

can't you finish anything?"

(laughter)

This is my uncle, incredible man.

A psychic, knew the exact day
he was gonna die.

-The warden told him.
-(laughter)

That's pretty good.
Hey, you're a pretty funny guy.

A little old lady walks up
to a cop and says,

"I was attacked. I was attacked."

He says, "When?" She says, "20 years ago."

He says, "Well, what are you
telling me now for?"

She says, "Because I just like to talk
about it every once in a while."

(laughter)

Man, you're a scream.

You know, you ought to be
doing this for a living.

Thanks, Einstein.
I mean what do you think,

I'm a member of the joint
chiefs of staff or something?

I do do this for a living.

Yeah? No kidding, huh?
A professional comic.

Hey. Hey, you working
at a club around town?

Maybe I can catch your act.

Well, I'm, uh, you know, kind of
in between gigs right now. (chuckles)

It takes a little time to get established,

and since I just hit town
six months ago from Miami.

You've been out of a gig for six months?

A guy with your talent?

(chuckles) Hey, it's the damn despotism
in this business, right?

So you know. (chuckles)

And am I right or am I right
not to mention agents?

I mean, you sign with the wrong one,
next stop, toilet town.

(laughter)

My old lady, I took her
to a wife-swapping party last week.

-I had to throw in some cash.
-(laughter)

Name, sir?

Vic. Public relations.

I mean, I don't want to make
excuses or nothing,

but how in the hell
am I supposed to land a gig

wearing this clown suit?

Uh, sorry. I need your full name.

It's Vic, sweetheart, Vic.

Yeah, I got that.

...for any pants. I haven't had a decent
razor cut or manicure in two years.

Should have caught my act in Reno, '72.

-Man, did I look sharp.
-(laughter)

Sir, I need your last name.

It's Hitler. And then there's my car.

I mean, that's a joke in itself
right there.

-(groans)
-Hitler?

Yeah, Vic Hitler.
Read my lips, Vic Hitler.

I mean, you don't think
the guys that park the car

don't tell the club owners that I drive
a 15-year-old Dodge? (chuckles)

-Mm. Money chases money, right?
-Vic Hitler?

That's my life story.
(laughs) That's it in a nutshell.

Hey, hey, uh, you ever thought
of changing your name?

-Why?
-(snickers)

(door closes)

Hey, Tatum, you sane yet?

You tell me how sane I'm supposed to be

after you guys beat me
every way but Sunday.

Hey, pal, what do you call this, a rose?

Put these on.

You done bought yourself a lawsuit,
Jack. (chuckles)

I got rights.

You know, where I come from,

we don't take
that kind of stuff off of him.

Another county heard from.

Where I come from
we'd have your turkey face for breakfast!

I'm right here. Come on.

-COFFEY: Hey, Harley, turn it off.
-Yeah, or what?

You gonna sit on me, right, huh?
You gonna get on my case? (scoffs)

White man ain't got no rights no more.

Why don't you give it a rest, both of you?

(door closes)

If now is not the most
opportune time, amigo,

this old ex-checker can wait a while.

Thank you very much, Lieutenant,

but I think I ought to pay you
while I still have it.

(chuckles) I understand.

How is the old-timer doin', Mick?

-My father?
-Mm-hmm.

Most of the time he ain't so good.

Doctor says he's got Alzheimer's disease.

Hmm. Is that a friend of the family?

-Who?
-This Zeimer individual.

No. Probably some guy
they just name diseases after.

It's a sure thing, Neal.

All the guy needs is some front money.

Something for a suit.
A little something for some promotion.

Maybe we take out one or two ads
in one of them Hollywood papers,

and (claps) he's gone,

Vegas, Atlantic City, Johnny Carson.

Man, you saw him. He's got it all,
delivery, timing, instinct.

Yeah, parking tickets.

What's that got to do with anything?

All artists got quirks.

Mm. Do they have the name Hitler?

Man, you can't see a stroke of genius
when it slaps you in the face.

In the business
it's what's known as a "hook."

Whoever heard of a comic
with the name Hitler?

I think there's a reason for that, babe.

Yeah, I got to admit I've been toying
with a minor name change,

Vic Hitler, Jr.

I'm telling you, Neal, Hitler is the best
thing that ever happened to us.

J.D., you might as well
turn off the faucet, babe,

'cause you ain't getting dollar
one out of this cop.

Uh-uh-uh. Don't even bother
messing in the mouth.

Two hundred.

Two hundred inflation-ridden dollars
to help launch a career

that'll land the both of us
in money city for life.

You gonna pass up a chance like that?

Mm-hmm, every time.

I had a talk with departmental
maintenance this morning.

We should get another furnace
in a couple of months.

Great. Just in time for summer.

How's your beef?

Rosa makes it better.

-How's your fish?
-Fine.

A little too much butter.

The veal's good.

I almost got the veal.

(breathes deeply) This is crazy.

We've been here for half an hour.

We've covered every subject
from furnaces to veal,

except what we came here to talk about.

Henry should go first.

After all, it's his situation
that has changed, not mine.

I'm stuck in the same hole.

Great, Ray. Bleed all over the table.

We're here because of you.

What's the problem, Ray?

It's just that--

Damn it, Frank, I don't get
any respect from anyone.

How can I?

I spend the whole day saying,
"Phone call, Frank. Your car is ready."

I feel useless.

I feel like everyone
is moving up except me.

I feel like I'm being left
behind by you, Frank,

and it stinks.

-Okay, now we're getting somewhere.
-(clears throat)

Uh, would you mind putting out
that cigar, sir?

This is the smoking section.

It doesn't give you the right
to ruin my meal.

-So call a cop.
-I am a cop.

MAN: So, big deal, you're a cop.

What are you gonna do,
send me up the river?

I paid a buck for this cigar.
I want to enjoy it.

Here.

Hey, that's gonna cost you
more than a buck.

This is a designated smoking area, sir.

-I'd hate to have to ask you to leave.
-You don't have to.

(horn honks)

(tires screeching)

I don't know what got into me.

Ask me, I think
you were displacing anxiety.

No psychoanalysis, Henry, okay?

Right. You're right.

Besides, we have other things
to talk about.

(horn honks)

(sighs)

Provided we don't die of old age
getting to the point.

I'm jealous.

I'm jealous, I am ambitious,

and I'm afraid.

Welcome to the human race, Ray.

I'm afraid you don't think
I'm good enough to be a captain.

Have I given you any indication of that?

Frank, my scores are high.
I am a hard worker.

The department is ready
to promote Hispanics.

I'm out of answers.

So, I have to ask myself if it's you.

I've recommended you for every vacancy.

How strongly?

Frank, be honest with me.

Do you believe I have leadership ability?

I think there's no better man
in the department,

no more decent human being.

I think you're a gifted
organizer and administrator.

But?

Do I see clear capacity for leadership?

Sometimes. Sometimes not.

(sighs) I see.

You field 80 percent
of the precinct's business.

You have a better flowchart in your head
than any duty officer's blackboard.

I'm 48 years old.

I have goals that I want to accomplish,

ambitions that I set out with
when I was 20 years old.

When I came here--

And I appreciate that, Ray,
but you also have to keep in mind

that even if you don't reach
all those goals,

it doesn't make you less a person.

So says the captain.

You're right.

It's easy for me to say.

Thank you for your honesty, Frank.

You've given me a lot to think about.

Well, I hope you heard everything I said,
the good, as well.

CALLETANO: I heard everything.

(engine turns over)

-(telephone ringing)
-(indistinct conversations)

WOMAN: All right.
Just don't push, all right?

Ladies, here in the vending area,
the officer takes sustenance

when he hasn't time
for the full-dressed meal

he might like to enjoy.

Disgusting! How could I think that?

-Get out of here, Vic.
-Did I die?

I think I died and went
right to Heaven. (laughs)

Hey, hey! I finally made it,

American Bandstand.

♪ Da ra da dum-dum-dum ♪

♪ Da da dum-dum-dum ♪

Hey, spotlight on Rico!

Ladies, shall we leave
the area, please? Please.

(humming)

-Fay.
-Frank.

How are you?

Um...

I'm pregnant, Frank.

You sure?

-Paul Grogin?
-Who else?

-What are you gonna do?
-I don't know.

You know how I feel
about abortion, and, uh...

(inhales deeply)
I'm gonna be 39 years old, Frank.

(sighs)

I'm pregnant by a man
who won't even take the responsibility

for returning my phone calls,
let alone supporting a child.

You're always so logical, Frank.
Please be logical for me now.

I can't tell you what to do, Fay.

If you ask my opinion...

I can't really see an upside to this.

(sighs)

I mean, your moral convictions
about abortion notwithstanding,

you're already raising an eight-year-old
who's quite a handful.

I know.

You know my financial situation,

your rent and Frank Jr.'s expenses.

I guess you'd have to ask
the father for support.

-(sighs)
-That might mean...

-court appearances, testimony...
-I know.

And there are possible
health considerations.

I know, Frank.

It's just that there's, uh...

There's life in me.

And I'm so moved, it's--

it's as if Paul has nothing to do with it.

-I know you think I'm a flake, Frank...
-Stop it.

-...but I raised your son.
-Yes.

I mean, is there anything about him
you'd have different?

Nope.

It's just that-- (sobs)

I mean, I know everything
you say is true, but...

...I have life in me.

(sobbing)

-You asked me what I think.
-(sniffles)

Now, no matter how it is between us,

we're still a family, you know.

So no matter what you choose,
I'll still be there.

I'll do whatever I can.

I love you, Frank.

I always have, and I always will.

The guard level holding facility,

a recently added
transitional accommodation

for our precinct's alleged perpetrators.

Here on the left,

presently in the arms of Morpheus,

is a gentleman arrested
in an acute delusional state,

directly resulting from his ingestion
of dangerous drugs.

Do you see anything glamorous
in that, ladies, hmm?

Anything that looks like fun?

Mr. Tatum!

Hmm.

You all right, young man?

(gasps)

You know, your holding cells are getting
like the firing range, Captain. (sighs)

You people had the Dunleavy homicide
a while back.

The last thing I need right now
is some smartass from I.A.D.

taking cheap shots at this precinct.

-Sorry.
-Save your "sorrys" and do your job.

Is this area generally left,
uh, unsupervised?

Read your manual.

A khaki officer's down here
to check this facility every half-hour.

According to my information,

the last person down here
was Officer Coffey,

who is not a khaki officer.

I told you, I was bringing the guy
some clothes.

Captain, I think you're gonna have
to put Officer Coffey

on a desk pending disposition.

I mean, my accounts have him
choking the man out at the bust

and, uh, making a trip
to see him in his cell.

-Captain--
-Is that it?

For now... until we get forensics.

I swear, Captain, I never touched the guy.

I got a witness right in that cell.
He was right in that cell.

He'll be questioned. Don't worry about it.

-Yeah--
-It's procedure, Joe.

It's just gonna be a couple days.

I don't believe this!

-Hiya, Frank.
-I'm dead.

This guy's gonna convict me
of the Korean War.

Wally.

I understand one of your boys
choked a guy.

That's speculative at best.

Now, listen, Frank...

I owe you one.

You just tell me how you want it.

I want it by the numbers, Coroner Nydorf.

Uh-huh. Sure.

I just, um--

(chuckles)

Of course.

Let's see what we got.

Now, either one of the brawls
could have killed Tatum, Frank,

but I don't buy it.

The time frame's all wrong.

Some kind of physiological reaction
to the PCP could have done it,

but, again, there's a time factor.

Tatum was coming down.

The drug was dissipated.

No, whatever killed Lynn Tatum

occurred while he was inside
the cell, Frank.

I'm convinced of it.

Now I got a theory,

one that's not contradicted
by circumstances.

Get in the cell, Frank.

Just get in the cell.

Now, come over here by the bars over here.

Right over here.

That's right. Now turn around like that.
That's good.

Now, see?

With my left arm like this, Frank,

you'd never show bar burns
to the back of Tatum's head.

Okay?

Now, I let you go, and you fall.

Uh, tell me what you think happened--

Will you just fall, Frank?

You see? You see where your
honker's heading, Frank?

Right splat on the cement.

You fall like that in a dead faint,

you buy yourself a trauma
right up here on the bridge of the nose.

Tatum had a collection of blood
up here, Frank, and it pooled.

And there were bruise marks
on the frontal planes of the face.

He-he must have been hit 30 times

in the course of two major
struggles with officers.

Surely he had to be hit in the nose.

It's the time frame, Frank, the time.

The way the blood clotted says
that he was lying motionless

within minutes of the injury.

So, he falls here,

and then probably a few minutes later,

in a half-conscious state consistent
with the tracheal damage observed,

he stumbles over to his cot,

where he fails to regain consciousness...

and suffocates by reason
of a fractured larynx.

He was subdued by a chokehold
during the initial arrest.

Couldn't the injury have occurred then?

(laughs)

From what I hear, he was yelling
his lungs out for nearly an hour

after they dragged him in here, Frank.

With a fracture like that,
the vocal cords are shot

in 15, 20 minutes.

Find any blood on the floor?

Patience, Frank. Patience.

We'll be down here
with our tongues on the cement.

-Couldn't Coffey--
-Yes, Coffey could have killed him,

but it could have been the guy
in the next cell, Frank.

Now, I took the liberty of asking
a couple of questions.

And from what I hear,

Lynn Tatum's neighbor
wasn't exactly an advocate

of better relations among the races.

The two guys had some words.

So, to my mind,
given what you said about Coffey,

I'd at least pick this guy up
and ask him a few questions.

We're looking for him right now.
Thanks, Wally.

Thank you.

Hey, Frank...

So, what do you think?

Young Sherlock Holmes or what?

(laughs)

(grunts)

Your Honor, my clients inform me
that they might be willing to do

a certain amount of local time
in this matter, say till mid-May,

if they could be assured
of being cellmates.

Well, that's very generous of them
to set so few conditions, Mr. Mancuso.

Council, please approach.
Detective, you as well.

(sighs)

Your Honor, the people are not unaware
of the age of the defendants,

but this was an armed robbery with a gun.

Unloaded gun.

Detective, what's your impression
of these two old colts?

Well, they seem to be nice
enough guys to me, Your Honor.

They're a little short of dough
like a lot of people these days,

and, uh, it's none of my business...

but they're both sick.
One of them has diabetes.

I'm aware of it, Detective.
It's on my papers here.

Mr. Alvarez, I'm not about
to hand these men life sentences.

(scoffs) We're talking
about 18 months max.

With these guys, that is a life sentence.

Your Honor,
if you're intending to dismiss,

the people will have
to strenuously object.

Well, be my guest, Mr. Alvarez,

because that's exactly
what I'm going to do. Step back.

Gentlemen, If you come back before me
again on a crime as heinous as this,

I'll see that you get 12 years apiece

in separate cells...

in different prisons.

You'll die 500 miles apart.

Case is adjourned.

-Contemplation of dismissal.
-(gavel bangs)

Step out.

Where do we get our stuff at?

The property clerk, second floor.

BAILIFF: Docket number's N637452-458.

Vic-- (chuckles) Vic Hitler?

How are you doin'?

(sighs)

I, uh, see your occupation
is comedian, Mr. Hitler.

Bet you're a million laughs, huh?

Your Honor...
Your Honor, Detective John LaRue,

Hill Street Station.

I, uh, just want to be
a character witness for Mr. Hitler.

Hey, sonny, you know
they wouldn't give us our gun back?

-Your gun?
-Yeah.

What are you talking about, you hairball?

You have any idea the kind of breaks
you guys got today?

You got a revolving-door judge.

You got a good word from me,

and you got real, real lucky
when the guy in the supermarket

didn't have a shotgun under the counter.

You got to keep your noses clean,
do you hear me?

Pull a stunt like this again and like
the judge said, you're going to jail.

And if you go to jail,
you ain't gonna see each other anymore.

Yeah, we know that.

-You think we don't know that?
-Well, then?

You can't make us beg, that's all.

Won't do no more beggin',
neither one of us.

Won't eat no more dog food neither.

Too old to eat dog food.

Come on, Freddie.

Mr. Hitler, are you capable at this time

of paying all or part of the money
you owe this state?

Dream on, Your Honor.

I'm so tapped that my banker
came to my apartment

and demanded his calendar back. (chuckles)

(laughs)

Bailiff...

Set a hearing date
for the purpose of constructing a schedule

by which Mr. Hitler will be able
to meet his obligations.

It isn't the intent of this court

to prevent parking violators
from practicing their trade,

regardless of their surnames.

Your Honor, thank you
sincerely and deeply.

You're a beautiful person,
like Detective LaRue here.

I don't know if you like jokes,
Your Honor, but--

-Yeah, uh, Vic--
-(chuckles) Yeah. You're right.

-Come on.
-Is he--

-This guy is the type of man...
-Neal.

-No, that's true.
-LARUE: Come on.

You're a beautiful person, Your Honor.
Thanks. You are.

(indistinct conversations)

You know what I'm gonna do?

I have an uncle in the gravel business.
I'm gonna call him tomorrow.

(chuckles) Hey, look,
we're gonna get the lawyer.

Everything's gonna be fine.

You know, whatever happened
down there in the cell,

I mean, you can tell me if you want.

Hey, I don't have a word to add,
not one word.

Those two old guys were just-- (sighs)

They weren't your father, Mick.

I mean, your father's got you.

Your father's got your mom
and your sister.

It doesn't matter.

You get old, people push you off.

They put you in a home.

-Come on.
-(sighs)

Hey, you know something?
Let's go see your old man.

When, right now?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

(chuckles) I was just there
this afternoon.

Yeah, but we could go together.
I'd like to meet your father.

-You would, really?
-Really?

No, I really would. I'm not kidding.

What about this morning?

Ah, forget about it. It's history.

We're in this thing together, Mick.

Let's go.

-(indistinct conversations)
-(laughter)

Our table will be ready in a few minutes.

Where's Clark? Did he go back?

He's staying at the Marquee tonight.

He's got some business in town tomorrow.

-Um...
-He offered me the job.

Could I have some water
with, uh, lemon in it?

Can we sit over there?

-Are you gonna take it?
-I haven't decided yet.

(sighs)

Thank you.

Don't look at me like that,
like I'm some kind of criminal.

It's not that easy, Frank.

You're leaving my life.

You keep saying that, but listen to me.

Even if I take it, I'd...
I'd see you every weekend.

Plus twice a month
I'd be here on business.

Then maybe after 12, 18 months
I'd reassess.

With a Justice Department
antitrust background,

there'd be law firms in this town
offering me 70,000 to start.

It would offer us
a whole different kind of security.

Maybe.

But somehow when I put
all those jokes together,

it all comes out differently.

You go down to Washington,
you work for Clark,

suddenly you realize
what's really on his mind.

He's in love with you.
He's rich and unencumbered.

Well, we don't just
have to talk about Clark.

Uh, Washington's filled with exciting men,
exciting jobs.

Come home a couple of weekends,

and here's good, old Frank Furillo
in a slightly shiny suit.

You don't wear shiny suits, Frank.

-Did you tell him you have a boyfriend?
-(sighing) Yes.

Did you say, "he's a cop,"
or "he works in law enforcement"?

-Frank, you're being very mean right now.
-No, I'm not.

I'm just refusing to bury my head
in the sand.

I won't lie to you.
Everything you say could happen.

Maybe it would be the end of us.

But let me give you another scenario.

You bully me into turning down this job,

and then I resent you for it forever.

I'll love you no matter
what you decide, Joyce,

but what you're saying is I can't win.

Would you mind very much
if we were apart tonight?

I have to give Clark a decision.

There's just so much, Frank.

I-I want to go home, take a bath,
wrestle with it.

Wrestle alone?

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