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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

-(screams) -Last time I was down was 1977.

It's 1983.

I thought you and I might try living together.

I don't think so, Howard.

Simone's a loan shark down in Midtown.

Simone's an embarrassment to this entire city.

He's bankrolling a lot of other action, dope, death.

They just found piece 12 of Buddy Jannette.

They want you to call Rollie Simone, Mo.

Want you to sell him your paper.

Add a loan for 28 grand. Make the paper out to me.

-What's your name? -Bill.

Nice name, Bill.

What's the matter, Captain?

It's your father. He passed away.

The murder in the shelter, Franklin.

I don't know anything about the murder. I'm a very old man.

Get away! Get away from me!

You owe me.

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

Oh, lordy mama, I have died and gone to Heaven.

-What does this look like to you? -Stolen property.

When we made the funeral arrangements,

your company promised me a flame that would never go out.

Hmm.

I wouldn't want to be responsible for making someone as lovely as yourself

feel anything other than wonderful.

No way you're gonna make that nut without doing something illegal.

Which, if you're gonna do something wrong, don't make it a nickel shot.

Colette, I would very much like to take you to dinner this evening.

Kill him! Go on, kill him! You've got your guns! Kill him!

(indistinct chattering)

Item 12, this regards paychecks,

which, I'm afraid, none of us will be cashing today, people.

(officers jeering)

ESTERHAUS: What can I tell you?

Councilman Langella's filibuster against the city budget compromise

is now in its 63rd hour,

with neither voluntary withdrawal nor heart attack considered imminent.

What about assassination?

ALL: Yeah!

ESTERHAUS: It is being voted on as we speak.

Mayor D'Angelo, you'll be pleased to learn,

applauds our valorous devotion to duty in this crisis.

-Yeah, eat this, Mario. -(laughter)

Item 13, on only a slightly less gory note.

Package 14 containing Mr. Jannette's left forearm and hand

was discovered in a phone booth on Plymouth last evening.

Yeah, trying to make a call.

ESTERHAUS: For those of you keeping score, Detective Benedetto,

in the tradition of the great Italian masters of the past,

has contributed the following:

-(officer coughs) -Richard, give me a hand with this.

-The, uh... -(laughter)

The, uh, shaded areas mean it's still out there.

(laughter)

People, while I sternly remind you

of the laws of this country against gaming,

Detective Benedetto has asked me to pass along the following data

which, he assures me, is for news information only.

Single-action play

on particular organs and extremities is still available.

(chuckling)

ESTERHAUS: On the over-and-under 18, it's a dead number.

A 5:1 is being offered on total packages recovered by June 1st.

Sal, Sal, gimme $20 on the heart.

-ESTERHAUS: Springtime, love it. -(chuckles)

Moving right along.

Item 14, the population of county psychiatric

was reduced by about 37 yesterday morning

when our multiple-personality guy of a couple days ago,

Reggie, also known as "T.J.,"

also known as "et cetera, et cetera," escaped.

Ergo, all radio motor-patrol units,

to be on the lookout in the vicinity

of men's shelter on 133rd Street flophouse.

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

And hey, hey, hey, hey!

Let's be careful out there.

(indistinct chattering)

I know what I'm talking about, okay?

All right, the pancreas is paying 20:1.

-Liver's still out there, both the feet. -I don't want that.

I've got $5 here says it's gonna be the waist.

The waist? Where'd you learn biology, in a cave?

Sal, I got $10 on the heart.

Ooh, I love it! The romantic.

-Absolutely. -Joe, Joe... I got a tip, okay?

The next thing to show up is gonna be the heart.

-What are you, Madame Marie? -Would you just trust me, okay?

I ain't standing around here for the climate.

SAL: I still got no takers on the pancreas?

-Kneecaps, you got it. -$5 on the heart.

Ooh, another one. What is this, Valentine's Day?

(chuckling)

The soul?

Hey, Leo. (coughs)

Rico. Where you been? I was starting to worry.

Uh, you know, I slept over my sister's place.

-Oh. -It's okay. I'm making it.

-Every hour gets easier, you know? -Good.

Hey, come with me. I got something for you to do today.

I'm gonna put you on a desk.

Hey, all right! You know, I always wanted a desk job.

(chuckles)

(radio chattering)

Andy, go for the third stall. The latch is broken.

It came up in conversation.

RENKO: Don't look in the mirror. You're too ugly.

You ain't even got a face.

Don't look underneath there.

Move a little bit to the right. Yeah.

RENKO: All right, boys and girls, let's see what's behind door number three.

-BOBBY: Yeah! -(laughter)

(stutters) It's Lucy!

-Ooh! (snickers) -Ah, yeah!

-Very witty, you sick jerks! -BOBBY: Watch out!

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)

I sure hope we get a lot of calls today, because nothing I'd rather be doing

than running around this city after dangerous criminals

without the benefit of one Red Centavo.

I know, Renko, the way things are these days,

I guess we're lucky it's only temporary.

"Temporary" is not putting pork and beans on my table.

"Temporary" is not paying my utility bills and putting gas in my hog.

-"Temporary" is-- -Look at that!

-BOBBY: Look at this! -(siren wails)

Two-two-oh-two north on Jefferson in pursuit of foot suspect.

Look at that man run!

Let him turn, let him turn. Go for him, go for him.

(siren wailing continues)

(tires screeching)

BOBBY: Okay, buddy, hold it right there.

Hey! I said hold it! Wait a minute! Freeze!

Say!

Come back here!

Say! Sucker!

Oh, lordy mama, I have died and gone to Heaven.

-What do you think this is? -Looks like stolen property.

To me, it looks like unclaimed currency.

Look at this. "Carmen 327, dollar boxed.

Junior 365, 50 cents straight."

Now, you know as well as I do that Carmen and Junior ain't coming back for this.

Renko, I know what you're thinking. Just forget about it.

No, no, no, before you run to any rash conclusions,

just think about this,

if we don't turn this in, ain't nobody ever gonna know.

Get in the car.

All right, all right, all right.

I tell you what, I'll put this in the backseat.

We're in no hurry to turn it in, and it ain't going nowhere.

It'll give you and me a chance to think this thing over.

Thought about it. Now get in the car.

Yeah, I know you took over my paper. I don't care what Feldstein said.

Just going through some lean times, that's all.

Twenty-eight grand? That's jive, man!

I just gave him four last week!

I think you better let me see that paper.

Yeah. I know where it is.

Four-thirty? I'll be there.

-Man's on the hook. -All right! (chuckles)

You see what I'm talking about, Howard? I tried to show some initiative.

And look at the low priority my project gets.

How's that, sport?

This cop-tip guy from the radio station got sick,

and who do they give me for an assistant?

A common junkie.

Two days ago,

he thought there were turtles coming out of his chest.

Oh, well, Ray, one might argue that a deejay and a junkie

are not worlds apart on the evolutionary ladder.

Besides, the scientists have been quite successful

in training your apes, your orangutans, even your gibbons

to perform all sorts of perfunctory tasks.

This is not a perfunctory task, Howard.

This is my project.

Well, just the same, this boy might surprise you.

(stutters) Excuse me, Lieutenant, a woman just called in with a robbery.

She said, uh, the two men got approximately $800 in cash

from her husband's liquor store.

Ah, one of the men was black.

He was about 6'1" and had a red shirt and black pants.

And the other one was a Caucasian.

He was about 5'7", slim, dark hair and clothes.

Oh, and both men were armed.

Good work. What's the address?

Oh...

The address. (sighs)

Fay, it's a lunch, not a showdown.

(stutters) And I still think it's a good idea.

Sure, you can talk things over, clear the air.

(laughs)

Joyce isn't trying to take your son away from you, Fay.

She's just concerned about Frank Jr.'s welfare.

(stutters) Nobody says you're not.

Look, I really have to go. You're gonna be fine, Fay. I promise.

Yeah.

Let a broad find out she can get away with bustin' your chops,

and it's good night, nurse.

You talk to Simone?

(sighs) He got the paper from Feldstein night before last.

Saw the big markers on me for 28 grand.

Wants to have lunch today, talk about a payment schedule.

Good. I don't have to warn you about this guy, Neal.

Yeah, I know, Captain. He's bad.

Just don't want to see you end up in 18 different packages.

Only 14 so far, Captain.

-You sure your cover's airtight? -SAL: No problem. It's taken care of.

We loaded the computer to make it look like Neal's finances are in the doghouse.

-Didn't have to tell many lies about that. -(chuckles)

What about Feldstein? Somebody sitting on him?

Mo told me he's hopping the next plane to Miami.

Believe me, that little runt's the least of our problems.

No, no, a heart. Yeah.

No, a chicken's heart's too small. You got anything bigger?

I don't want a rump roast. I want a heart.

I'm in veterinary school. It's a class project, okay?

Calf's heart? How big is that?

Okay, wrap it up. I'll be down this afternoon.

Hey, what's doing, babe?

Who wants to know?

Aw, come on, J.D.

Turn off the icebox routine. It's just an assignment.

Hey, from where I sit, it doesn't look like you mind it too much.

Look, man, I know Benedetto rubs a lot of people the wrong way.

-(scoffs) -I used to feel the same way myself.

But I gotta tell you something, babe,

if it weren't for that guy two days ago, I wouldn't be sitting here right now.

Hey, what is this, Brian's Song?

Okay, you brought a tear to my heart.

The guy is a snail, Neal.

He leaves a trail of slime everywhere he goes.

Well, if it isn't Ray Milland.

What are you, up there between suspensions?

That's real cute, Sal.

How 'bout you call me when you get your oil changed?

Oh, no, you're dead right, Neal, the guy's a dreamboat.

(telephone rings)

Yeah, uh, cop-tips. Uh, this is, uh, Rico speaking.

(raspy voice) I, uh, I found something real strange

-in my front yard this morning. -Yeah?

Yeah, you know, I've been hearing on the news

about those pieces of that guy you been finding.

-I think this might be one. -No kidding?

Uh... Uh... (stutters) Just hang on a second.

Hey, I think I got another piece of Buddy Jannette!

(normal voice) Hey, did you get the address?

Oh, yeah, that's right. Uh, thanks.

Sir, could I have your address?

(raspy voice) Yeah, 117 North Hurdle.

One-one-seven North Hurdle.

All right. I got it.

Uh, we're gonna send somebody over right away.

-Oh, hey, I'll take that one, kid. -Hey, thanks, J.D.

Don't mention it.

You're gettin' old real fast, you know that?

Okay, ladies, let's see what kind of sense of humor

the boys have, huh?

Okay, rotor-baby, do your stuff.

(toilet flushes)

I'm sorry, but you're too late.

You could have had the thrill of your life.

-Ha-ha-ha... -(rapid beeping)

-OFFICER: What's that? -LUCY: Who knows?

There's so many gadgets on this thing. I don't know.

(beeping continues)

-(explosion) -(screams)

(man coughing)

Everyone in the building is accounted for, sir.

-Evidently the room was empty. -Anybody hurt?

A couple guys caught a little something-- nothing serious.

Howard, you think we ought to evacuate the building?

Negative, Frank. We've completed a perimeter check

of the entire building, the rooftop, and the parking lot.

There is no evidence of terrorist activity.

All right, Henry, use anybody who's free.

Get a list of everybody issued a visitors pass

in the past 72 hours, let's run a check on them.

I want forensics up here powdering, and I want the bomb squad in here

-with dogs to check for any other devices. -Gotcha.

Oh, check the Heights and Midtown.

There's no reason to assume that this is just an isolated incident.

Right.

Howard, let's get all the civilians down in the parking lot

till we get a clearance from the bomb squad, okay?

-Just to be sure. -JOE: Leo, easy, would ya?

You okay?

I'm fine, Captain. I just got hit with a couple of splinters.

It's all right. Can we all go back to work now?

-Joe-- -Hey, I'm fine.

Could I ask you what that beeping sound was

before the whole explosion thing?

Explosive sensor.

TK's most recently developed subsystem.

Well... I have to apologize

for almost getting the whole thing blown up.

Nonsense. This model is designed to withstand...

a much larger explosion.

-No harm done. -(chuckles)

Anyway, I...

I feel bad and wanted to tell you.

I'm very sorry to hear it.

I wouldn't want to be responsible for making someone as lovely as yourself

feel anything other than wonderful.

(clears throat)

Yeah, Ray, what?

Frank, I want you to hear this. Just came in.

T.J. (over the phone): It's me, T.J.

Just thought I'd call you and see how you liked my surprise package.

(laughs)

Don't worry if I missed you this time, 'cause I've got lots more.

And don't think you can stop me.

I can get in and out anytime I want to.

The vision of your brains splattered on the ceiling

fills me with ecstasy.

You get the name straight, okay?

It's me, T.J. Me, T.J.

Chief, that guy's got a problem.

The man who escaped county psychiatric yesterday?

Sounds the same. No luck getting a trace?

We're not set up for it, Frank.

Wait. He'll call back. You can bet on it.

That'll be $3.44.

What are you gonna do with it, LaRue?

I mean, after you finish snookering Benedetto.

What do you mean what am I gonna do with it?

The best thing is to boil it.

Then you grind it into a pâté. You stuff blintzes with it.

I'm telling you, you never tasted anything so good.

What, I look like some kind of an urban cannibal here?

That's Buddy Jannette's heart, a human being.

Thanks, Mack.

-Mr. Simone? -Neal?

Sit down. You hungry?

Um, no, thanks.

You sure?

Positive. Thanks anyway.

What is it, Neal? You seem nervous to me.

-Am I right? -Little bit.

Well, forget about being nervous.

We're gonna work everything out, all right?

Okay.

Neal, I got to tell you, I went through your paper here,

I ran your credit.

I don't know how Mo could let things get this far.

Mr. Simone, the last payment I--

Neal, let's do both of us a favor and you keep your mouth shut.

'Cause I gotta tell you, I heard every lie you're gonna tell me.

All right? Now, I'm gonna do the talking.

Now, I say I don't know how Mo let things get this far.

In terms, you got 28 grand in debts.

-Mr. Simone, I only borrowed-- -Shut up, Neal.

This includes vig, which makes your nut $700 a week.

This isn't open to discussion, all right?

Now, I got something else to tell you, Neal.

Seven yards a week, every week--

no way you're gonna make that nut without something illegal,

which, if you're gonna do something wrong...

Don't make it a nickel shot.

Do you follow?

Now, I'm gonna tell you about a situation,

and I want you to tell me

could you do anything good with it.

All right?

I'm listening.

All right.

It's a suitcase, we'll say.

Uh, some property was involved in an arrest. You follow?

Speak to me when I speak to you, Neal.

-Some property. -Some property...

took a fall and is in the police property room.

-My precinct? -Midtown.

Now, uh, suppose it belonged to a... cousin of mine,

whatever the situation is,

and this individual wanted the suitcase back.

Now, this is the situation where I feel you could be of help, Neal.

(sighs)

(laughs) No.

No, I don't think so, Mr. Simone.

-You don't think so? -Mm-mm.

Why is that?

It's tough to get into another precinct's property room.

It's tough?

I hope it's tough.

Otherwise, why would I wipe out a $28,000 loan?

And if a person showed some initiative,

he could walk away with another fin in his pocket,

which I'd also understand if there were added expenses

with whoever you had to fix to get in.

I don't know, Mr. Simone.

Listen to me, Neal.

You don't know?

Do you know...

the name Buddy Jannette?

Yeah.

This was a terrible thing which happened to this guy.

You know something, Neal?

He owed less than $28,000.

(breathing heavily)

You follow me?

Well, let me think about it.

Think about it.

Use some imagination, 'cause I want to hear from you today.

What's gonna happen to all that money?

We turn it in, nobody claims it,

it's just gonna sit down at county property

and mold until its statutes run out.

And the city will get it, like it's supposed to.

So, A; we got a city the size of this one,

and B; we got me and you.

Now, who do you think is more deserving of $2,942.38?

We're not taking the money, Renko. It's just wrong.

Wrong?

I'll tell you what's wrong!

This is wrong!

Now, I don't know why it is that I have to be fair to this city

when this city is under no obligation to be fair to me!

It's not the same thing.

And just why isn't it?

-I don't know. Can we just drop this? -Yeah, okay, okay.

But first, I want you to hear my side.

We take the money, we split it,

that's $1,400, just down the middle.

Okay, now, we got Bobby Hill.

He's got two hands.

The right hand, he's down there at the landlord's.

He's down there at the power company, he's down there at the phone company,

he's paying off all his necessities now.

And meantime, with his left hand, he's down at Globeman's.

He's buying himself a new suit,

he's buying himself a pearl necklace for his girlfriend,

he's buying a couple cashmere sweaters,

maybe a new pair of those New Balance running shoes, $100 a pop.

-Those are out now? -Yes.

I don't know, Renko.

Of course, I haven't even gone into my own financial state,

such that it is,

'cause I didn't want to put any unfair pressure on you.

Renko, why don't you just keep the money? Keep it for yourself.

Supposing I did this. Supposing I did keep all the money.

And then, in an entirely unrelated transaction,

supposedly I made you a gift,

which amounted to, say, half the proceeds.

Would that soothe your already-overheated conscience?

If we're gonna do it, it's on the both of us.

-We're in it together. -Take that as a yes.

But I'm telling you, Renko, it's just a one-time-only proposition.

Absolutely, Roberto.

It's as if our auntie died and went to heaven.

WOMAN (on radio): 211 at Jocko's. Genesee and Chippewa.

Three most overused words in the English lexicon, 211 at Jocko's.

-Will you lighten up? -I'm light. I'm up.

-2202 responding. -WOMAN (on radio): Roger, 2202.

Look, I was at the stoplight!

She reaches in the window, grabs my privates with one hand

and my wallet with the other!

-And-- What are you laughing at? -Nothing.

I chased her here!

That guy says I'm the one causing trouble,

grabs me, and starts asking questions!

In the meantime, she's running out the back!

What do you know, Jocko?

Guy comes in here screaming and yelling. How do I know what's going on?

Come on, you wouldn't even let me use the phone!

It's out of order, man.

Sir, did you get a good look at the woman?

Not really.

-How much money did you lose? -$26.

Sir, if you want to come in, make a complaint,

we'll take you through the paperwork.

You're saying it's a waste of time?

I can't be the judge of that.

Depends on what else you got to do, sir.

Well, I'll tell you,

that man might as well have been an accessory!

This place should be closed down!

Sir, this place has been closed down more often than a Detroit auto plant.

Let me have a 7 and 7, there, Jocko.

(laughs)

What's so funny?

That your fellas' short out there?

That is our police vehicle outside, yes, sir.

Why?

Skoal, brother. (laughs)

Oh, mother, what have they done to your child?

Hey!

Son of a-- Come back here!

First, they'll find our car,

and then they'll find the satchel in the trunk,

and then I'm going to jail!

You're not going to j--

You are suffering from acute delusionary paranoia,

and I am suffering from heart palpitations.

I get this dream that I'm in-- in the joint

in the same cell with the people that I sent away.

I'm gonna call up a unit, have them come down here and pick us up.

No! Don't do that, Renko.

(stutters) I just have to think, man. I'm sorry. I just gotta think.

Look, we're just gonna tell them that we got the call to go to Jocko's

before we turned in the dough.

Oh, that's just good, Renko!

And because we made no arrests and started no paperwork

and just happened to stash the cash underneath the spare tire,

they'll believe us.

I swear, if we get out of this,

I'll never do another wrong thing for as long as I live.

You didn't do anything wrong. You never got the chance.

Oh, my goodness.

BOBBY: Is it?

Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Lord.

Oh, baby, baby, baby!

Bobby, check to see if the...

if our spare is all right.

-Ha! -One tire!

Um, sir, would you happen to see who--

-Downstairs. -(train passing)

(door closes)

All right, hold it right there.

What do you want?

You know what?

You picked the wrong car to joy ride in here this time.

-Renko, Renko, take it easy. -Oh, you're tough.

This delinquent has caused me inconvenience,

morbid thoughts, and put my cardiac system at risk.

-Do you live here? -Yeah, I live here.

Cozy.

Right over there.

Oh, can you see that? It's out.

I'm not going to insult your intelligence, Mr. Belker. (chuckles)

You're right. It's out.

Well, it shouldn't be out, Mr. Farnsworth.

When we made the funeral arrangements,

your company promised me a flame that would never go out.

-Mm, did we say that, exactly? -Yes, you did.

The eternal flame, you called it.

You got a copy of your contract, Mr. Belker?

-You bet I do. -Great.

We'll get to the bottom of this. (chuckles)

Oh, yeah, that explains it.

You got the eternal flame.

I know that, the eternal flame.

Well, it's like this, you see, Mr. Belker.

We here at Mt. Sinai Gardens

offer three different varieties of flames

in our "family torch" series, see?

You've got your eternal at $798, like your father has here.

You got your perpetual at $898 per, and finally,

your perpetual eternal at $1098,

which features your 3/4-inch all-weather wick,

stainless-steel support housing,

and copper delivery system.

Belker, I'm getting a serious migraine here.

Just a minute!

What are you saying to me?

Are you saying that the perpetual eternal flame's

the only one guaranteed 24 hours a day?

Seven days a week, 52 weeks a year,

but let me tell you one thing I learned about death, my friend.

Death is a natural process.

One way or another, nature's gonna have its way with you.

I mean, you take your coffins, for example.

You could plunk down four grand on a zinc-lined Mt. Zion Deluxe,

and you could seal it triple tight,

and you're still going to get residual seepage.

Nature!

What I'm telling you here is you could buy eternal,

you could buy perpetual, you could buy perpetual eternal,

but if you don't have a windbreak,

you could buy perpetual eternal perpetual

and your flame is still gonna get blown out occasionally.

Well, we can-- (stammers)

You take your all-weather windbreak,

your copper delivery system, and your 3/4-inch wick,

and you cram it, Farnsworth!

Now he ain't springing for dime one.

Now, I got a perfect view of this cut-rate boneyard of yours

from the 36th-street overpass every day on my way to work.

All right? I don't care if it's 4:00 in the morning,

there's a hurricane blowing out here,

I catch the flame on my partner's dad's grave out for one second,

and you're gonna be perpetually, eternally dead.

Not perpetually, not eternally, but perpetually, eternally dead!

-Now, you got it? -Uh-huh.

Let's get out of here, man.

We have done it, Frank, bow to stern.

Gabriella here has come up with a blank snoot.

No unexpended pyrotechnical devices on the premises.

RAY: How accurate are those dogs?

HOWARD: Well, they're accurate enough to sniff out a box

of .38 caliber shells that Officer Smeljanich

was storing against departmental regulations in his locker.

I have spoken to the man.

(Gabriella barks)

I am guessing that this is your standard shop-class pipe bomb,

fulminated mercury packed with plaster,

and if our bomber had been up to snuff,

he could have taken out three stalls and a towel rack.

Let's not give him a second chance, okay, Howard?

(telephone rings)

Cop tips. Who's this?

Hello? Is this a little kid speaking?

Hold on. Wait a second.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Could you say what you said again, please?

MAN (over the phone): I said he's a bad man.

He needs to be put in jail.

You can come put him in there now. He's sleeping.

No, say what you said at first.

He made a bomb, and I watched him make it.

The bomb for here, went off in the station?

He wanted to hurt you. He hates you.

Get him to tell you where he is.

Tell me where you are, little kid, your address.

Hotel Grand, 524.

Five-two-four.

Where is this guy?

He's upstairs.

He's sleeping now. I'm scared.

Don't be scared.

You have to come and get him. He should be dead.

I want you to kill him.

We're gonna send someone to see you right now.

I'm scared. I have to go.

It could be a prank, but I don't think so.

-Me neither. -(tires screeching)

Cover the outside!

Lieutenant, what if there is a bomb in there?

Luce, it's probably just some kid playing with the phone.

Quiet.

MAN: Help! Help! Help! (hooting)

This is Lieutenant Goldblume from the police department.

-Would you open up in there, please? -MAN: Go away!

I'm gonna have to have this door open right now!

MAN: Help! Help!

-Kick it. -What about the kid?

There's no kid. Kick it.

Kill him! Go on, kill him! You've got your guns! Kill him!

T.J...

I want you to move back from the window.

You don't understand! I'm Reggie!

I've got ahold of T.J., and if you don't kill him, I will!

I'll push him out!

No! Don't!

No, you let T.J. fool you into thinking he was dead,

and he wasn't! He wasn't!

He came back! He came right back!

Please, oh, God, he's got to die!

Oh, God, he's gotta die! I can't stand it anymore!

I can't! I can't!

Reggie? Reggie?

There is no T.J.

You're only gonna hurt yourself.

Come on.

Give me your hand.

(shouts)

(siren wailing)

Is T.J. dead?

Yeah. Take it easy. We got you.

It's so quiet. They're all gone.

I used to look forward to going to sleep.

It's the only time I got away from them.

-What's your name, son? -Carl.

Carl Brown.

T.J. was my friend once, my best friend,

but he took over.

T.J.'s the one who escaped from the hospital.

T.J. put the bomb in the building.

It's okay.

Nobody got hurt.

They all took over, and they wouldn't let me come back.

I got so tired of listening to them.

I didn't think Reggie could do it.

I'm so glad he did.

It's so quiet.

It's Neal Washington, Mr. Simone.

I made some calls, turns out you could probably get

that item you were interested in, right?

But it's gonna be a little more expensive than you were--

Fella I talked to said he'd need 15 Gs on his end.

He's from Midtown, right? So is that doable for you?

Solid.

Well, we're ready to roll whenever you-- Good.

Okay.

-(sighs) -Action?

-Action, Sal. -All right.

Lis-- Listen to me!

If you don't start telling the truth, you're gonna buy yourself a work stoppage.

That's not a threat.

That's a realistic evaluation of the situation,

something you people don't seem capable of.

-You reach Simone? -Ready to go, Captain. Meet's on for 6:00.

-Who's running backup? -Jekalek and Sisinecki.

Is Simone gonna make this pickup himself?

-Said so. -I think he's gotta send the beard.

Is your conversation setting up the meet with him on tape?

Every word of it.

-Then we still have him made. -Unless we die talking.

We're on our way to pick up the goods, Captain.

Hold it!

What's this story about your going in without a wire?

I think I'm gonna pass on it, Captain.

I don't think that's a good idea. I want him hooked up.

Simone's sure to pat me down. A wire could give me away.

And lack of one could get you dead.

Simone's a butcher,

and I don't send my men in unprotected to butchers.

Captain, there's gonna be backups.

That's it, Neal.

Coordinate through Phil.

Good luck.

Yeah, okay.

(sighs)

-Hey, Benedetto. -Yeah.

Okay, check it out, gentlemen.

Now, I don't know too much about anatomy, but that sure looks like a heart.

-Lame, LaRue, no sale. -Hey, hey, whoa, what are talking about?

We don't dig bookies that welch up here, huh?

That's Buddy Jannette's ticker.

Yeah? And where's his udder?

What's he mean?

I think the man believes that's a cow's heart, J.D.

Bull!

Could be.

(chuckles)

Renko, go in there and--

Don't tell me again. I'm going. I'm going.

-Something, Andy? -Yes, sir.

Captain, I thought you might enjoy seeing

what me and Bobby Hill picked up on the street today,

$2,942.38, an obvious numbers operation.

We got the slips. We got the money. We got everything.

-Good work, Andy. -Thank you, sir.

Sir, you know, it occurs to me there's a strong possibility

that the contents of this bag might provide

a gold mine of information to our vice officers.

I'm sure it will. I'll get it to them right away.

Uh, Captain, Bobby Hill was exceptional in the performance of his duty,

driving that car, chasing down that individual, transporting that money.

I don't want you to think just 'cause I come in here alone,

I want to take credit for everything.

I'll be sure to give him an attaboy.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. You know he'll appreciate that.

Sir, it is a shame to waste all that money.

It's just gonna sit there on some shelf until the city comes to claim it.

Not enough money there to keep a municipal dump truck in tires.

You mean too bad we can't keep what we find.

-Yes! -Yeah.

Exactly.

Too bad. Thanks, Andy.

Well... I guess that's about it, isn't it?

-You hungry? Want a sandwich or some milk? -Mm-mm.

-What's your name? -Speedboat.

Not your street name. Your real name.

Bobby.

Bobby?

Hey, you know, that's my real name, too.

I like Speedboat.

Okay.

You live in that basement all by yourself, Speedboat?

Yeah.

Where's your mom and dad?

My mom's in jail. I don't know nothing about no dad.

Did someone put you in a foster home?

Yeah, I hated it. I escaped.

They tried to put me in juvie hall after that.

I got out of there too. I don't need nobody to take care of me.

(sighs)

What are you gonna do when you get older, Speedboat,

when you get to be a real man?

Where do you see yourself?

I don't know. Nowhere, I guess.

Well, I did it, good buddy.

That money is now officially in police custody.

Tell me, don't you feel better about that?

Well, I must admit to a certain spring to my step.

How's our little car enthusiast?

Fine. We're just having a little talk before the youth authority gets here.

You tell them about his talent for mobility?

I swear, I cannot figure out how those little munchkin-like legs

got down to those pedals and saw to drive.

I'll kill you for that, porkchop.

I'll kill that porkchop.

He's a tough man, Speedboat.

It could always end up the other way around, you know?

So? There'd be one less nigger in the world, that's all.

ESTERHAUS: Bobby? The youth control people are outside.

Shall I escort this lad to the front desk?

Sure.

Sarge, can I take another second?

Of course.

Speedboat...

This is for you. This has got my number on it.

They'll give you phone privileges where you're going. I want you to use it.

Call me up anytime, and we'll rap, okay?

-About what? -Anything, man.

Sign these two, too.

Hey, Iggy, what, you think you're a train, huh?

Two-too? (chuckles)

That LaRue,

he oughta be doing whoopee cushions in a hemorrhoid clinic.

I was pulling that cow-heart gag when I was 12.

Afraid that's about as good as they get on the hill, Sal.

-We're not up to Midtown yet, you know? -(chuckles)

And this one here, just in case you guys got two 16-year-olds

waiting in a car to go to Miami.

Don't think I ain't thought about it, Ig.

Weighs out at 20 pounds, 12 ounces.

Now, here's your lab report, and here's a sample, if you want one.

Mmm, stuff is pedigree.

(gasps) Ooh. I oughta get a filling.

Now, you guys be careful.

Yeah, it's Simone who'd better be careful. Later, Ig.

(soft music playing)

You want same business as last time, Bill?

Uh, no, Colette. What you're doing is just fine.

You have a strong back, Bill.

In Vietnam, man with strong back said to be strong in the mind,

strong in the love, strong in everything.

Was it bad for you, the war?

Very bad.

My father die.

My brother die.

I have to work in the streets since I'm 12 years old.

When the communists come,

there's only one seat on airplane.

My mother says, "Colette, you go."

I live my life for all my family now.

I work hard, save money,

go to daytime school, learn English.

I'm happy now.

I give some happiness to you, too, Bill.

-Actually, uh, it's Howard. -Huh?

My name is Howard.

Howard.

Nice name, Howard.

Colette, I would very much like to take you to dinner this evening.

Of course, I'll-I'll pay for your time.

I like that, Bill.

You talk to big man up front first, okay?

Of course.

-Colette? -Yes, Bill?

(chuckles)

-You are very beautiful. -Thank you.

(siren wailing)

MAN 1: Sal, we're gonna be eligible for our pensions soon.

MAN 2: What makes you think they'll pay us that, either?

Very funny.

You sure Simone meant this year, Sal?

Hey, Burns and Allen, what time you got?

-BURNS: 8:30. -ALLEN: P.M.

All right, shut it down. Tell the others.

BURNS: Hey, we're in no rush.

ALLEN: You don't want to give them another half-hour?

Go on, take off. I'll get Washington.

(engine turns over)

Simone must have took a pass, kid.

Oh, man, he sure sounded ready on the horn.

Yeah, they're like cats, huh. They're like gypsies.

They hit a crack in the sidewalk and it's, "I ain't going nowhere today."

Come on, get in.

(engine turns over)

Get your hands on the dashboard!

Hey, what the hell is this, huh?

You! Gimme the bag! Come on!

Now the keys! Move!

-(shouts) Now, Sal! -Don't do it, man!

-I'll kill you! -(grunting)

(screams)

-Come on, let's get out of here! -He shot me! I'm shot, Sal!

(siren wailing)

A lot of blood. There's an awful lot of blood!

-It's all right, Neal. -I don't wanna die!

Hey, you're not going anyplace, man. Don't worry about it.

Will you cut it out?! You'll just put yourself into shock.

Hey, Sal? Don't tell 'em I'm scared.

Hey, if you were scared, Neal,

you never would have gone for the guy's gun.

-Please don't tell 'em I'm scared. -Okay, all right. Just try to relax, huh?

(whimpering)

(closing theme playing)