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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

-Joe, I gotta cuff!
-(Lynn groaning)

We'd have your turkey face for breakfast!

-I'm right here. Come on.
-Hey, Harley, turn it off.

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

You can have the entire lot for $29.95.

-I'm pregnant, Frank.
-Paul Grogin.

-PHIL: The Belles of St. Mary's!
-Sergeant Esterhaus.

-That wasn't so bad.
-Yeah.

-OFFICER: Mr. Tatum.
-Yes, Coffey could have killed him,

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

You bully me into turning down this job,
and then I resent you for it forever.

Who killed my brother?

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

Whose side are you guys on, anyway?

Relax, Joe.
We're just asking some questions.

-The officer goes into the cell...
-And then he chokes him.

I have a special cream.

It's made from the secretions
of queen bees.

Secretions, huh?

I want to make a life with you.
I want us to be married.

Item nine, people, this is important.
As of this morning,

I.A.D. begins the official investigation
of the in-custody death of Lynn Tatum.

If you have any knowledge reflecting
on the circumstance of this case,

please avail yourself
to the proper authorities.

If not, stay clear.

As far as the press on this matter,
the suggestion is to approach them only

only within the confines
of a 50-foot pole.

-I.E., keep a tight lip.
-OFFICER 1: Yeah.

Now, while we have nothing to hide,

the chances of misunderstanding
and misinterpretation

in this potentially eruptive situation
are considerable,

so let's not add to the tension, shall we?

The importance of maintaining
a calm and perceptive profile

is reiterated in a memo
from Captain Furillo.

It reads, "The death of Lynn Tatum

can be expected to produce
an unknown amount of backlash

from the community.

I am certain that all officers under
my command who encounter such backlash

will respond to it
with intelligence and forbearance.

Above all, we must try to understand
the natural suspicion

surrounding the incident
and do our level best

to maintain our professional relationship
with the public."

Now, as an addendum,

keep clear of the downstairs cells
until further notice.

There's a murder investigation
underway there.

Be aware there's an outstanding warrant
for Sonny Crockett,

wanted for questioning in relation
to the Tatum death.

Item last, today, Detective Belker
goes undercover at 137th and Hurdle

in an effort to apprehend
certain cultural parasites

doing a fast and lucrative business
in bootleg designer jeans.

He will assume the guise
of the classical poet Homer...

-Homer who?
-...that of a blind man.

Backups are as follows:
Gomez, Prebatone, Berellis, Meljonich.

Detective Belker will instruct you
in your duties at the site.

-All right, that's it! Let's roll!
-(all clamoring)

And, hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Let's be careful out there, huh?

(all chattering)

This place is pretty cool, huh?

Uh, hi, Kristen,
can I see you for a minute?

Hold that.

Don't look right. Don't look left.
Keep on walking straight on.

-That's ten country morning snack--
-Country snakes.

-Ten country morning snacks.
-Yeah.

-Five lumberjack specials.
-All right.

-And six galloping grapefruits.
-Galloping fruits.

-You got all that?
-Yeah.

Okay, now, here is the money. Money.

You know--
you're sure you know where the place is?

Yeah, it's-it's on the corner of walk
and don't walk,

across the street from the intersection

where the signal light
goes out every time it rains.

Leo, did I just see you
assign that prelimbic,

single-helixed mutoid
to today's breakfast run?

Yeah. He's trying to get straight.

I figured a little responsibility
might help.

Judas H. on horseback,
don't you know once he is on the street,

that money goes directly into rearranging
the molecular chemistry of his cerebellum?

Oh, I-I think you're wrong, Lieutenant.

He's very determined.

-Uh, I-I'm not hurting you, am I, Kristen?
-No, it feels nice.

Yeah, uh, and now, see,
we-we roll the fingers across the paper.

I don't like pipes.

-You don't?
-They're so trendy.

That wasn't so bad, now was it? Here.

Kristen, you...
your hands are so... so soft.

Well, I have a special cream I like
to rub in all over my skin.

You do, huh?

Yeah, it's made from the secretions
of queen bees.

Secretions, huh?

Uh, what part of your body--
skin do you rub this cream on?

Well, I like to rub it in
on the undersides of my legs...

-J.D.: Uh-huh.
-...and then sometimes,

I like to rub it in
all over my shoulders...

-J.D.: Uh-huh.
-...and sometimes,

I like to get it in my hands
and rub it in between them

-so it squishes out between my fingers...
-Ah.

-...and sometimes, I like to rub it--
-GIRL: Kristen, come on!

I have to go.

Thanks for showing me
how you fingerprint criminals.

Oh, hey.

KRISTEN: I just learned how to...

Alabaster skin, man,
supple bosoms uptilted.

Mandatory 5-year sentence,
loss of pension,

picture in the paper, mm-hmm.

Goodbye, John.
I hope you don't have too hard of a day.

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)

RENKO: Did you ever notice
how the little pigeons only perch

-on amber lights?
-BOBBY: Hm?

The traffic signals?

Whereas your red and green
are on the average of 30 seconds,

and so every minute,

the amber only lights up only
a few seconds in between.

The pigeons don't have to worry about it

glaring in their tiny,
little eyes so much.

WOMAN (on radio): Unit 2202, unit 477,
request backup for domestic situation

at 1906 Freeman Drive. Can you respond?

Twenty-two zero two, we'll take it.
Turn up the alley there.

(tires squealing)

(woman speaking indistinctly on radio)

RENKO: Well, well, looks like we're gonna
break up a little tea party here.

BOBBY: Back it up, Renko.

(tires squealing, screeching)

(gate clanking)

Freeze! All right, up against the wall.
Come on. Let's go.

He's rich!

What you got here, boy?

(spits) Smack! Come on. Let's go.

Excuse me, buddy. Could I have your name,

-telephone number...
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

(overlapping dialog)

(both laughing)

J.D.: Hey, what do you know, huh?

Johnny, where were you last night
when I needed you, huh?

What happened?

I was robbed in my front yard,
shot at in my living room,

and mugged in my kitchen.
I gotta divorce that woman.

(both laugh)

And, you know,
I'm gonna make this guy my manager.

He's already got me booked
for five to ten at San Quentin.

-Oh.
-(J.D. and Vic laughing)

Look at this.
You know what this is right here?

This is 500 big ones
in developmental capital.

Man, people have been coming up
to me all day

trying to get a piece of the action.
Some of us can recognize talent.

(stutters) Johnny, you're sensational.
I mean, you're a genius, huh?

Take this, right? You go on down
to Paviola's over on Crawford Drive.

You get a haircut, a manicure, a shave,
you get the works.

Then you go to Armando's over on Edgemont.
You get a suit. Ask for Linda.

Don't let them give you anybody else,
right? Linda. All right. Linda.

All right, then you go to Rob's Auto
Leasing, you pick up a set of wheels.

Hey, you're gonna be a winner, sweetheart,
you gotta look like one.

Johnny, I, uh...

And I don't know what to say. Uh...

I'll dance at your wedding. (chuckles)

Um... you know any sick kids?
I'll do the benefit. (chuckles)

I, um, I mean, I-I owe everything to you.

And-and you know,
there isn't gonna be a day in my life

that I'm gonna, you know,
forgive and forget--

All right, hey,
would you just can it, huh, Vic?

-You're right.
-(chuckles)

Hey, listen, you know how to tell
if Godzilla's in the bathtub with you?

You can smell Cleveland on his breath.

(both laughing)

Ma, please!

Of course I'm happy he's better.

I was just thinking that
it might be better for him

to spend a couple more days
in the care unit, that's all.

Uh, could you hold on for a second, Mom?

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Uh, where you going?
-To check out a unit. Where else?

Um... who's your partner today?
You have a beat yet?

Yeah, my partner's Bat Masterson,

and we're goin' after them rustlers
on the north range.

-Come on.
-You're doing it again, Mick.

You're being a Jewish mother.
I'm gonna ignore it.

Hi, Ma.

Everything okay, Joe?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Captain says I.A.D.'s gonna talk to me
in an hour.

You go ahead and get reassigned, Luce.
It's okay.

No, I-I mean, it's okay.
I got plenty of paperwork I can get done.

Really. No sweat.

-They gonna talk to you?
-Three o'clock. Don't worry.

I'm not gonna say anything
that might hurt you.

There ain't nothing to say
but what happened.

Okay! I'm just trying to do what's right.

No progress in locating
Sonny Crockett, the biker.

We got a report that he cleaned out
his hotel room

about an hour after being
released yesterday.

And hasn't been back. That's it.

Let's find out who his friends are,
what places his group hangs out.

Wouldn't hurt to put a description
in all the local bars too.

I say he's gone cross-country, Frank.

A man on a motorcycle's about
as mobile as you can get.

We got an A.P.B. out
with the state police.

Mobile, yes, but also highly visible.
I think he's still in town.

Who's keeping an eye on Joe Coffey?

Officer Coffey's on duty
at the front desk.

I don't see that any useful purpose
would be served by watching him.

I'm not here to burn Officer Coffey
at the stake.

I'm here to find out
who murdered Lynn Tatum.

I have to say the attitude of this
precinct has been less than

-satisfactory moving it along.
-In what way less than satisfactory?

I need your interrogation room
for interviews.

I was told I could have it
if and when it was available.

Well you have it for the whole day,
what else?

I asked for Coffey's work file
an hour ago.

Ray, see to it that Lieutenant Shipman
has ready access to everything he needs.

No dragging.
We're cooperating in this 100 percent.

-Yes, Frank.
-Anything else, Lieutenant?

No, not unless you know
how to remove the knife in my back

your people keep putting there
with their eyes. Thank you, Captain.

Oh, it is a bit past the breakfast hour,
isn't it, old chum?

He might have got lost. It happens.

Hmm. Well, I decided not to wait, myself.
I had a croissant with my cocoa.

-Heroin, Leo. Two buyers and a seller.
-LEO: Names first. You first.

-Tell him your name.
-LEO: Name!

-Kinney.
-What?

KINNEY: Kinney.

-You got a first name goes with that?
-Dennis.

Dennis Kinney Jr.? Senator Kinney's son?

How can I help you people?

LYNN'S MOM: I came to see the cell!

I want you to show me the cell
where my son died!

I'm Reverend Banks
from the Holy Christ church.

I want Mrs. Tatum and her daughter here
to see this place.

'Cause they can no longer live in peace
with themselves until they do.

-Mrs. Tatum, you don't--
-Show me! I have a right!

I have a right to see!

Ma'am, I'm afraid that's not possible.

-How many of you did it take?
-(sobs)

How many of you pigs did it take
to kill my brother?

-Don't--
-Captain, this is Mrs. Tatum,

her daughter, and the Reverend Banks.

-Reverend, Mrs. Tatum.
-(sniffles)

So you're in charge.
You're the man who let my son die!

I'm sorry, Mrs. Tatum.
I'm sorry for your loss.

-Sorry?
-He's sorry!

He's sorry. He wants us to believe that!

Mrs. Tatum made a request to see the place
where her son died.

I don't see that that would serve
any purpose, Reverend.

You don't want us to have nothing!
Nothing!

Whoa. That is not a good idea.

...And leave him there all alone!

Why would you just throw him in there
and let him die?

Ma'am, I-I don't know if you're familiar
with the effect of the drug

-such as the one your son had taken.
-Oh, no. No! Uh-uh! He was a good boy!

He made some mistakes,
but he was gonna get over it!

Who killed my brother?

-Which of you killed my brother?
-Ma'am.

It has not been established
that any police officer killed anyone.

Reverend, could you help out here, please?

Yes, Captain, I will,
but I'm only here as a witness,

and people are watching you,
and we are here as a presence.

We're doing everything possible.

A boy died in this place!

How can I make you feel
that death, Captain?

How can I make you feel it
deep in your heart?

Oh, my poor Lynn. My poor baby! (sobs)

-(yells) Murderers! Murderers! Murderers!
-Oh, please stop.

LYNN'S SISTER (sobbing): Mama! Mama!

Oh, good God.

-Please, grab her. Please.
-RENKO: You're gonna have to go, ma'am.

-(yells) Murderers! Murderers! Murderers!
-Mama!

Murderers! Murderers! No!

Thank you.

-Hi.
-Hi.

What's your name, Sonny?

Oh, my name's Archie. What's your name?

Tell me, Archie,
what do you know about sheep?

-Sheep?
-Sheep?

I don't get you.

You know it takes 50 acres
of prime grazing land

-to feed one sheep?
-Oh, yeah?

-You know it takes five square blocks
of this city to feed one blind man?

You're on my turf, Sonny, so scram.
Beat it.

Wait a minute, if you're a blind man,

how'd you know there was another
blind man standing here?

-I heard you tapping your cane.
-I ain't got no cane.

-Oh, yeah, smart guy? What's that right?
-(laughs)

Scram, Sonny, before I call a cop.

Mr. Kinney and Mr. St. Clair
met you in a parking lot

on 15th street at 7:30 this morning.

From there, you took them into an alleyway

and sold them 20 nickel bags of heroin
for $200. Correct so far?

I upped the ticket on 'em.
I saw those two coming through the door.

When the police appeared,
Mr. Kinney pocketed the heroin.

Then the three of you attempted to escape
on foot but were apprehended.

That's it. That's exactly what happened.

I have to say, Mr. Dundee,
I seldom see a client as confident

about his situation as you seem to be.

Well, ma'am, there's justice in the world
and then there's justice.

This time out,
I got me some of the justice.

You were seen taking the money,
you were seen handing over the heroin.

(clicks tongue)
It's a matter of proximity, ma'am,

and those two boys was just
as "proximate" as I was.

They ain't gonna go put some
poor Black dealer in jail

if it means putting
the senator's son there, too. I'm gone.

(knocking on door)

-Hi, Joyce.
-Hi, Doug.

-Don't mean to barge in.
-DUNDEE: Who's the suit?

Douglas Comstock, attorney.
Macio Dundee, alleged felon.

DOUG:
I'm here to help out with Dennis Kinney.

-All right!
-What is it, Doug?

In case you're considering some kind
of separate deal for your client,

I think I should tell you that
it's in your best interest to see

-what six hours will bring.
-Can you be more explicit?

I'm working on a dismissal
on other grounds.

Your Mr. Dundee will be included,
of course.

I like that suit.

Uh... What, uh, were they doing?

Picking up a little diversion
for spring break?

No comment.

(sighs) Clark. Joyce.

I'm sorry,
I'm not going to be able to make it.

I'm jammed through lunch.

I want to see you, too. Um.

How about drinks later
at the Four Oaks, about 6:30? Great.

Mmm, me too. Bye.

Counselor. Business?

Hi, Frank. Uh, the Dennis Kinney
situation, I pulled the dealer,

who, uh, by the way,
is anticipating an early release

-on a little upper-class justice.
-We're doing Kinney by the numbers.

You mean he'll be out
by 3:30 instead of 3:00.

Talk to you later. I've gotta run.

SHIPMAN: Why did you bring clothes
to Tatum in the holding cell?

I felt sorry for him.

You felt sorry for somebody
who assaulted you twice?

He was sick.

What did he say
when you brought him the clothes?

-JOE: He didn't say anything.
-What did you say to him?

I don't remember.

Uh, something like, "Put these on,"
or something.

What have you got against Blacks, Joe?

What kind of question is that?

I don't have anything against Blacks.
I work with them every day.

You ever used the word "nigger"?

Everybody has once in a while.
They use it.

And now,
what does that have to do with this?

How do you think you conducted yourself
at the Tatum arrest?

Like a police officer.

How did it feel when you choked him out?

Hey, what's going on here?
Who's side are you guys on anyway?

Relax, Joe,
we're just asking some questions.

No, where do I stand with you guys?
You tell me that!

This isn't a grand jury.
We don't decide anything here, Joe.

We just want to hear
your side of the story.

All right, all right.
I... I didn't feel anything.

I didn't hate the guy.
I didn't love the guy.

I just wanted to get him down.

I would have done anything
to get the guy down.

All right. Excuse us, gentlemen.

I would like to have a word with my client
while he's in such an expansive mood. Now.

-Are you my lawyer?
-Yeah.

Well, where the hell were you? I'm--

I'm sorry,
I should have gotten here sooner,

but nobody told me I was gonna be
defending Francis the Talking Mule.

Is there someplace we could go?
Come on. Come on.

Can't we do this out there?

SAM:
Why, is there some incriminating evidence

you didn't give I.A.D. the first time?

I'm supposed to talk to them, right?
What am I gonna do?

You're gonna stop being a motormouth,

which might be difficult in your case,
but give it a shot.

I didn't do anything!
I got nothing to feel guilty about!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look, let me tell you something, Joe.

I take a lot of these cases,

and even the ones where it's obvious
that nobody did anything to anybody,

they still end up
in civil lawsuits or worse.

Now look,
I am not asking you to do a single thing

that doesn't go along with
what you know to be the truth.

All I'm asking you is to play it smart.

-Well, what do you want me to do?
-SAM: I told you, I want you to start

by keeping your mouth closed
unless I'm there.

You got one friend in life right now.
That's me.

By the way, the name's Sam Weiser.

Let me ask you something, Sam.

Do you always conduct your interviews
in the john?

Well, in your case, yeah.

I wanted to give you a preview
of what you're into... up to your neck.

It shouldn't have to happen
to a guy like Joe Coffey.

It just ain't right. It seems like every
time the least little thing happens

to a minority member in this town,
some cop's gotta pay for it.

It isn't just that it happened
to a Black man, Andy.

-There's the circumstances.
-You don't think Joe Coffey did it.

No, of course not!

Then circumstances
ain't got nothing to do with it.

Somebody killed a prisoner
in a police holding cell!

You can't expect people
to just stand by and accept that!

All right, just--

WOMAN (on radio): Unit 2202,
pick up on a want for questioning

at Junior's Pool Hall, 133 North Utica,
a Crockett, Sonny, male Caucasian,

-age 29...
-Oh, just great. A biker in a pool hall.

If there's anything worse
than busting a biker,

-it's busting one in a pool hall.
-Now you just wait a minute, pal.

As one who is familiar and happy
with the open road,

I'm here to tell you that all these boys

are not necessarily
all looking for trouble!

Anything you say, Renko.

RENKO: They've had these motorcycle
pictures out of Hollywood!

They've had that Peter Fonda
and that-that communism...

BOBBY: You know, you're just crazy.
You know that?

RENKO: ...Firing guns out the back
of a pickup truck

at two people on a bike!

Now, I have belonged to motorcycle clubs
my personal self.

They are constructive
social organizations.

-Uh-huh.
-There is no need for this!

You are buying trouble.

You are announcing your need for trouble
by wearing that!

What are you talking about?
I grew up in a pool hall! Now let's go.

And let me tell you something,

you never forget the sound
of the business end of a cue stick

just before it goes upside your head.

All right.
All right, you have it your way,

but by my not wearing a helmet,
I am showing a willingness to parley

that will incite trust, you'll see.

How you doing there, big boy?

(groans)

-(shouting)
-(clattering)

-MAN 1: Hey, you got him!
-(clamoring)

-MAN 2: Go and get him!
-(yells)

(groans)

(gun shots)

Everybody just stand back out of the way
while we get this guy out of here!

Stand back! You too!

And then we'll be out of here!

What'd I tell you, man? Piece of cake.

Henry?

Henry, I made a list of all the things

Frank could have been talking about
when he said

I don't show enough leadership ability.

Well, a list always helps to clarify
your thinking, right?

Could I show it to you, please?
I want to take it in to Frank.

Are you sure he was even questioning
your leadership--

I put in this column possible accusation
and here, refutation.

Here, accusation.

"The lieutenant failed
to prevent press leaks

at the time of the Rojas homicides.

Refutation. Press leaks were
result of stolen arrest reports,

and it is express duty
of desk Sergeant." Esterhaus.

"To keep unauthorized personnel
from the squad room."

Well, I guess there's no harm
in explaining that to Frank.

Here, accusation.

"The lieutenant failed to notify Diablos
concerning may '79 gang summit."

Explanation. "That day,
Rosa got her hand caught in toaster oven."

I wasn't thinking straight.

Uh, well...

Sounds like you and Frank
have a lot to talk about, Ray.

VIC: Okay. Yo! Yo!

Check it out. Check it out.
Check the vines sweetheart.

Got the whole gig. $475 and change.

Four-four and seventy-five and change.

-Hey, terrific, terrific.
-(laughs)

Oh, you beautiful guy, you.
Is he a guy or what, huh?

Listen I picked up a chick at lunch today,
has the gall to tell me I'm a lousy lover.

I say, "Sweetheart, don't be ridiculous.

You can't decide something
like that in two minutes."

(both laugh)

You gotta save this stuff!

It's what you're gonna
get the big bucks for.

Oh, hey, I know this guy,
owns a club over on Baldwin, huh?

Yeah, yeah, Maury, hey! J.D. here.

J.D. LaRue, right. Right? Right, right!

Listen, hold onto your hat.
I got a hot one for you.

There's a guy standing
in front of me right now

who's got a 2-day window of vulnerability,
but you're gonna have to act now,

or it's "see you at the Rose Parade."

Hey, I'm telling you, this guy is smoking,

and because it's you,
I think I can arrange a deal

that'll let you see a piece
of serious change.

Ladies, this is Officer Schnitz.
He's gonna be introducing group "A"

to the intricacies of our
computer filing system.

The guy blazes new comic frontiers
every time he opens his mouth.

Okay, okay, hey, hey, don't rush me, huh?
All right, you ready? Huh?

Vic... Hitler... Jr.

Yeah, Hitler.

-What'd he say?
-Oh, he's, uh, thinking about it.

-(chuckles)
-Hey, excuse me just a minute.

Whoa, where-where are you going?

You stay right here
in case he calls back, huh?

Those of you lucky enough
to find yourselves in group "B"

can follow me
for a captivating explanation

of our computer terminal.

J.D.: Pst! Kristen! Kristen!

-I'm supposed to be listening.
-J.D.: Forget that.

You want to learn police work
out of a filing cabinet?

I'm into something big.

You keep quiet about it,
I'll let you in on it.

What is it?

How'd you like to have a firsthand look
at a stakeout?

What kind of a stakeout?

Loan-shark.
It's a classic loan-shark stakeout.

You know,
you might have studied it in school.

-I'm supposed to be here now.
-Yeah, but what about later?

I mean, this could be
a really late stakeout.

Where?

There is a green Dodge van
that'll be parked

on the north side of Dekker
just off of Edgemont. Okay?

Rap on the back when you get there, okay?

Here. Yeah, here's five bucks. Take a cab.

Maybe.

Only if you're interested
in police work, now.

I mean, real undercover stuff.

Yeah, I'll bet.

I'm just gonna say three words, babe.

Statu... tory... rape.

-When are you gonna start listening?
-That is a pile of turkey droppings!

The day I can't take a bop
in the head with a pool cue

from some sucker looks like this
is the day I quit this depart--

You tell 'em the truth, man.

You know what happened down there.
You saw it.

-Hey!
-Tell them I didn't do it!

-Not a good idea at all!
-Man. Come on, man.

Book him.

Have you ever heard Officer Coffey
make racist remarks of any kind?

(scoffs) Joe? Get out of here.

Answer the question, please.

What do you want, Joe Coffey's biography,

or you want to know what happened
in the street yesterday?

We need to get all the necessary
background information.

Well, get it from somebody else.
I don't know his life story.

Ask me, he's a good cop.

Let me tell you something else.
I don't like innuendos.

Like the way you guys
come sniffing around--

-SHIPMAN: Officer Bates--
-And let me finish this!

I don't like your assumptions.
I don't like your wide ties.

I don't like it!

You know, you don't even know Joe Coffey!
You don't know any of us here.

You come up here like you're spitting
in our faces,

like we're some kind of garbage
that goes around killing people--

-Officer Bates, that's enough!
-LUCY: No, it is not enough!

And most of all, I don't like it

because you get paid to hang out cops,
and you enjoy it!

What do you do, huh?
You notch your belt at night?

You go home and count
the cop scalps on the wall?

Did it ever occur to you, Officer Bates,

you hate I.A.D. for precisely the same
reason the community at large hates cops?

Do you respect people who hate you
when they don't even know you, Officer?

Do you respect people who throw bottles
at you for doing your job?

(sighs)

Have you ever heard Officer Coffey
make racist remarks of any kind?

No, I have never heard him
make any racist remarks.

I'm delighted things seem to have
worked out.

-We've been very lucky.
-This time. How many favors can you call?

How many times can you bring out
the tactical nukes?

This whole sordid business
is absolutely tragic.

Joyce, I have advised Senator Kinney

on more than one occasion
to strike preemptively,

go public, cauterize the situation.

It might even buy some sympathy.

Joyce, the senator is understandably
concerned about unhealthily publicity.

Needless to say,

we all hope that your Mr. Dundee
won't approach the tabloids.

I don't know anything about
his inclinations, Doug,

-but I think I perceive yours.
-I'm merely suggesting.

If there's any way we can sit
down with him,

just talk generally about helping him
put the pieces back together.

Doug, trust me,

your best shot at keeping Mr. Dundee
away from the papers is to simply shut up.

The moment you try to buy his silence,

he'll be auctioning off the rights
to the highest bidder.

I suspect you're right,
but it doesn't hurt to ask.

-Clark's right, you know.
-Clark?

DOUG: Word on the vine has it

that you're taking a position
with the justice department.

You couldn't ask for a better friend
or mentor than Clark Galloway.

I am betting you will go far.

Well, Dennis? Let's go home.

Hey, you got some scotch tape?

-(chuckles)
-Hey, breakfast, man.

Hey, you know,
it seems like it took forever. (sniffs)

I am gonna sue the briefs off
that cheap bastard!

-Which cheap bastard, Fay?
-(sighs)

Municipal Court judge Paul Grogin.

FRANK: You told him you're pregnant.

He had the unmitigated gall to suggest

that I had talked myself
into an hysterical pregnancy.

I assured him on no uncertain terms

that there was nothing hysterical
about the pregnancy!

-Is he gonna help out?
-FAY: Help out?

He won't even admit responsibility!

I mean, he kept referring to it
as this alleged pregnancy,

and then he gave me the number
of his cousin Milton,

who runs what he euphemistically calls
a "pregnancy counseling service."

And then he offered me $2,500
if I'd go see him.

I may have been born at night, Frank,
but I wasn't born last night.

The man's an abortionist!

And I don't have to review
my position on that!

No.

And then,
he had the nerve to say that if in fact

this alleged pregnancy is false,
I could keep the $2,500.

I told him that he could stuff
the $2,500 up his alleged--

Fay.

Then I spent the whole rest of the day

going from one social-service agency
to the other,

and they told me that
unless my income is zero,

I don't qualify for any kind
of aid whatsoever.

In other words, Frank, what they're
telling me is that I don't exist!

Maybe they're trying to tell you
you shouldn't have this child.

I have never felt so alone
and rejected in my whole life.

Fay, I assure you, you're not alone.

FAY: And I'm grateful for that, Frank.

-Oh!
-What? What's the matter?

(whines) I'm gonna be sick!

Hi, Fay! Whoa, hey, Fay.
What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter, Henry.

I'm pregnant,
and I'm about to lose my lunch!

Henry.

Frank, the meeting
with Reverend Banks' group

will be at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

-Here?
-RAY: No, we agreed on Holy Christ church.

I contacted councilman Majoris' office.
He will be there.

Chief Daniels is a problem.

Good work, Ray,
really excellent on such short notice.

-I mean it.
-Thank you, Captain.

-There anything else?
-FRANK: Yes, there is.

As a matter of fact,
I wanted to talk to you about--

Uh, excuse me, Captain.
Sorry to interrupt, Lieutenant.

We just got word that
Mick Belker's dad passed away.

-Mick doesn't know?
-I don't think so. He's out on stakeout.

-Where?
-LEO: 137th, north of Hurdle.

I'll go. Uh, Ray, I'm sorry, uh...

Maybe later this afternoon
or tomorrow morning?

Of course, Frank.

Hey, sugar, how much money
you got in that coin cup?

-Beat it, street meat.
-Fifteen, seventeen dollars?

I could steam-clean
and press you for that, huh?

Hey, I gotta work, you gotta work, right?

-Are you really blind, sugar?
-Yes, I am.

This is for you, sugar.

-Move it!
-Hey!

We got 'em. Let's move.

Hey! Give me back my tip!

(indistinct shouting)

(growling)

(growling)

You are busted, barf bag!

Move 'em over, boys.

You're the new backup, Captain?

Why don't you let them take 'em, Mick?

-Could I talk to you for a second?
-Sure.

-Yes, sir?
-(clears throat) Mick, uh...

What's the matter, Captain?

It's your father. He passed away.

I'm very sorry, Mick.

That's good work here.
We'll take over now, though.

Go see your mother, okay?

(thunder rumbles)

Frank. I understand you guys
picked up that biker.

Good. That's good. You're gonna need him.

I got Tatum's autopsy, Frank,
hot off the press.

(sighs)

Frank... he's dead. (laughs)

Lighten up, kid! You'll live longer!

-Come on, Wally, what does it say?
-(laughs) All right.

It says, uh... (muttering)

Bite marks on his shoulder. Here we go.
(clears throat)

"Strangled from behind,
no bar burns on the back of the neck.

No fingerprints, ring,
or jewelry marks on the neck.

Victim died from fractured cricoid
in the first tracheal ring."

As advertised, Lynn Tatum did not die

from what happened out
on the street, Frank.

You sure?

An injury like that,
you lose air, can't breathe.

Fifteen, 20 minutes, tops, you're dead.

Lynn Tatum died from what happened
in the cell, Frank.

-To a medical certainty?
-WALLY: Ninety-nine percent.

It's all there in black and white.
As to the time, place, cause.

-I worked hard on that, Frank.
-What's the bottom line, Wally?

Bottom line: They could make a case
against your cop, Frank.

Circumstantial, but it, uh, might float.

You'd better pray your witness
tells the truth, kid.

(sighs) So the dude keeps giving the cop
noise, and the cop goes into his cell.

ALVAREZ:
Can you describe the police officer?

Yeah, he's 6'2, black curly hair.
He's a guinea.

The officer goes into the cell.

Yeah, he comes into the cell,
and the cop says, "Shut up!"

So the dude pushes him,
and the cop pushes the dude back,

and the cop whacks him,
and then he chokes him.

Cop chokes him with his fingers
or with his whole arm?

With his, uh, with his whole arm,
like, uh, this, about a half a minute.

From in back of the guy or in front?

From in back of the guy,
which, if you ask me,

the cop took more than
he should have anyway.

So, uh, so anyway,
then the cop comes over to me.

The-the officer came into your cell?

No, no, he points at me through
the bars, and he says, uh,

"You saw not a thing.

You say you saw anything,
and you're a dead man."

Where was the prisoner Tatum at this time?

-He stumbled onto his bunk.
-What was his condition?

Uh, he's out.
I mean, the cop cooled him out.

Which now you should tell me
the cop croaked him.

(sighs) All right, what, if anything,
happened subsequently?

Later, they let me out, you know,
'cause I'm in on a hummer anyway,

which is a false arrest.

All right, when they came to release you,

did the khaki officers, uh,
see to Tatum in any way?

Respond verbally, please.

No, I mean, I mean,
they may have looked at him.

ALVAREZ: They didn't talk to him
or anything like that.

(sighs) Mr. Crockett,
it could be in your interests

and certainly in ours if you'd agree
to take a polygraph.

Hell, no, I ain't gonna take a polygraph.
What good's that gonna do me?

ALVAREZ: Well,
assuming what you're saying is true.

There's no reason for my client--

What happens if I get nervous,
if I jam up?

-We have ways to discount--
-Mr. Alvarez, are we through?

Because I have a 6:30 appointment
in midtown.

All right, we'll have further questions
for Mr. Crockett later.

Meanwhile, he'll be charged
on resisting and assault.

I've gotta take it
to the grand jury, Frank.

The guy has nine priors.
He won't even take a polygraph.

It doesn't matter if the jury
believes him or not. I can't just sit.

At least wait for the final forensics.

Look, microfiber and the autopsy
will be in in the morning.

-Tomorrow afternoon--
-We have the autopsy.

-ALVAREZ: Oh?
-Whatever happened happened downstairs.

As for identifying the murderer,
it's inconclusive.

(scoffs) It doesn't change the fact
that we have an eyewitness

who saw your man do it.

Now, tomorrow afternoon,
I'm taking Crockett into the jury.

(thunder rumbles)

(siren wailing)

(knocking on door)

Hi. I'm sorry I'm late.

-No problem. We got forever.
-I had to feed my cat.

-So, this is a stakeout.
-Uh-huh, yep.

Oh, hey, here, take a look through there.

What am I supposed to be looking at?
They seem like a bunch of winos.

Oh, no, hey, any one of them guys
could be a perpetrator.

-(clicks radio)
-(soft music plays)

So, you ever like to take pictures?

You and your boyfriend
ever take any pictures?

-You mean, like, birthday pictures?
-Yeah, birthday or at night.

-At the beach.
-Oh, yeah, the beach, sure.

-During the day or at night?
-You know, whatever.

-In a bathing suit?
-Oh, a bathing suit, yeah, or whatever.

-Whatever.
-Uh-huh.

-No, we never took those kind of pictures.
-Hm. Never did, huh?

-You're funny.
-Think so?

-Can I call you John?
-Oh, yeah, hey, call me anything you like.

-Uh, I've been mature since I was 12.
-Uh-huh.

The men I'm interested in are always a lot
older than I am.

Yeah, well, you know, they're so much...
they're more... older.

Listen to me. I like you a lot.

-Great. Great.
-(chuckles)

But, I have to be a virgin
for the man I marry.

I can relate to that.
I can even respect that.

-You can?
-Sort of.

That... that doesn't mean that
we can't make each other happy.

-Kristen... I gotta go.
-(siren wailing)

(on TV)
...Have continued their investigation

into the circumstances surrounding
the death of Lynn Tatum,

which occurred yesterday
in a holding facility

of the Hill Street precinct station house.

Channel 6 has not yet been able to confirm
what is believed to be a reliable rumor

that the district attorney believes
there is enough evidence

to charge one or more police officers
in the in-custody death.

I turned it down.

I told Clark that if I was going
to rotate my life 180 degrees,

it would have to be for a job profile

with a lot more human consequence
than antitrust.

I also turned it down because of us...

-Which still doesn't solve our problem.
-I know.

Something's happened
in the last few days, Frank.

The man I love, the man I've known...

for the past four years
seems to have left town.

I'm not nominating myself
for any medals, Joyce,

b-but I think you have to shoulder
some of the responsibility

for the way I've been acting.

Me? I'm not the one
making sleazy innuendos

about where the woman I love
and supposedly trust was sleeping

on her trip to Washington
or asking if I had a second-string lover

when I just wanted to spend
last night alone!

If I've been making innuendos
it's because for the last three years

every time I've raised the possibility
of deepening our relationship,

you made me feel I was pressuring you!
Then when I question you about this job,

about what it might mean for us,
you accuse me of being jealous!

Joyce, you've let me know time after time
that my feelings make you anxious,

that you don't want to hear
about my needs.

That is not true!
I've tried my damnedest to balance things,

and you're not giving me any credit
at all!

What the hell do you call
what we've had for four years?

A shadow dance,
(stammers) a series of accommodations.

(scoffs) Is that all you think, Frank?

No, not entirely.
I just feel things slipping away.

And I feel like you're ripping us apart,

like you're throwing
what we have out the window.

Frank, trying to have a professional
and a personal life is hard.

It means sacrifices.

Don't make me the heavy
because I tried to strike a balance!

FRANK: And-and you've done it!
You pulled it off!

But all you seem to want now
is-is to maintain the status quo.

Joyce, people reach a point

where they're either going forward
or they're going back.

We have to reach for something more.

Otherwise, what we have now
is just gonna turn sour, angry.

Don't you think I've wanted to?

Don't you think I've thought about it
for hours and hours every night?

-Every night?
-(chuckles softly)

(sniffles)

-I'm afraid.
-I am, too.

Anybody with any sense would be.

I'm not talking about
general misgivings, Frank.

We've both been divorced.

(voice breaking) Don't you know that
I love you, for God's sake?

I love you, too.

Frank, I just don't want us
to lose what we've got.

That's the only thing I'm afraid of.

I love you, Joyce.
I want to make a life with you.

I want us to be married.

I'm not saying no.

-Let me wrestle with it.
-(chuckles)

-Wrestle alone?
-(chuckles)

(closing theme playing)