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(siren wailing)

(police chatter on radio)

(siren wailing)

Carbon copy of last night, Frank, a nightmare.

Came out of the john.

Presumably, he assembled his weapon in there.

-Which was? -The same, nine-millimeter semiautomatic.

He comes out, goes to the front, blocks the door, opens fire.

How many fatalities?

Three, two more wounded, one critical, which isn't half-bad, Frank.

With all the lead we dug out of the walls, he could've killed a dozen more.

-Anyone get a description? -Nothing solid.

It's too dark, it's too smokey, everybody's been drinking.

Besides, a place like this, 4:00 in the morning,

guys are all clenching in the corners.

Get any witnesses down to the station,

have them go through the mug books.

-Probably a waste of time. -Do it anyway.

Yes, sir.

FRANK: Oh, come on.

ESTERHAUS: Item one, the power outage.

At approximately 4:05 this a.m., for reasons as yet undetermined,

a chain of transformers blew, rendering 30 percent of the city

and 100 percent of this precinct without electricity.

The department of power

estimates repairs will take from 12 to 24 hours.

(officers groaning)

In the meantime, we can anticipate looting,

traffic jams, countless people stuck on elevators,

you know the list,

added to which, a forecast of temperatures in excess of 95 degrees...

(officers groaning)

...and a relative humidity of 91 percent.

What can I say? It's gonna be a doozy.

Our own generator is currently supplying electricity

at a capacity of 70 percent,

so please don't use any more than you need.

Sarge, uh, can we flush the toilets?

(laughter)

What?

Yes.

Lieutenant Calletano is coordinating

a specific-duty roster for the duration of the blackout.

Uh, item two, assignments.

Detectives LaRue, Washington, and Belker only

are excused from blackout-related duties to continue investigation

of Monday's multiple homicide at The Starlight Lounge

and last night's similar mayhem at The Elbowroom on Hampton.

While the rest of you attend to the multitude of problems

caused by the power failure, do remain alert

to such street discourse as may pertain to those events.

Item last, a personal indulgence, people.

Uh...

(officers groaning)

Monmouth riding stables on Dekker Heights reports an early-morning theft.

Their alarm wasn't working.

Missing, one light-tan all-leather bridle with matching reins,

one multicolored saddle blanket of 100 percent wool,

and one seven-year-old pinto gelding answering to the name of Butch.

(laughter)

(both whinny)

Now, you're not to spend your valuable time

combing the city for this equine,

but if you were to happen upon Butch in the course of your daily round,

that, of course, would be a horse of another color.

(laughter)

Okay, folks, let's roll.

(indistinct conversations)

And remember, it's a difficult day,

so let's be extra careful out there.

Belker.

Move, pit breath!

(harmonica playing)

Sit!

(sighs) Name?

James.

Harry?

No, Dorsey.

(telephone rings)

Belker.

Hi, Ma.

I know, Ma, everybody's electricity's out.

They don't know. Maybe soon.

Just stay indoors and take it easy, that's all.

Ma... Ma...

Ma!

It is not going to be 120 degrees.

Maybe it'll be 95.

You'll close the doors and windows and you'll be fine.

I really got to go.

I got a perp sitting here. I got a fresh multiple homicide.

Okay, I will check with you every hour I promise.

Well, I love you, too.

Goodbye.

Weather like this tough on the old folks, huh?

You keep out of it.

Well, she's still got cold water.

Yeah. If it gets too hot, fill up the tub and sit in it.

Hello, Ma?

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

(siren wailing)

There was no meltdown.

A couple of power-company transformers went out.

No, it was nothing like--

Howard, it's for you.

Uh, what's the address?

-Lieutenant Hunter. -Lieutenant Goldblume. Hill Street.

I assure you, sir, this has nothing to do with the unthinkable.

All right, ma'am, somebody will be there right away.

Leo, looting in progress,

and the LaRue and the McElroy are close.

Ray, the streets out there--

It's a parking lot for about a ten-block radius.

Don't we have somebody in traffic control?

They're on their way. They just got their assignments.

You have some people waiting in your office.

Representing?

A neighborhood citizens group

and the West Side Gay-Rights Committee.

Did we have to put them together?

Where else would you have me put them?

I'm sorry. Are you all right?

(sighs) I was up all night.

Doctor says it's a kidney stone.

You want to go home?

On a day like this? Besides, nothing will help.

All I can do is wait for it to pass.

Excuse me, Frank.

(telephone rings)

Henry, anything in the mug books?

No. Neal and J.D. are at the hospital

going through them with the ones that were wounded.

Good.

Let me guess, the sarge's manual?

Yeah. So what?

You're gonna go blind. It's only an exam, Luce.

"It's only an exam." Did you ever hear of a career?

Yeah, well, I'm not gonna lose sleep over it.

Fine. You be the grasshopper and I'll be the ant.

You'll be the what?

I'll be the ant, who stores food

so that he has plenty of food for the winter,

and you'll be the grasshopper,

who plays and never has any food when the winter comes.

-Is that a joke? -It's not a joke.

-It's not funny. -It's not supposed to be funny.

It's not a joke. It's a lesson. It's a parable.

Oh, now you're getting religious on me?

Joe, there's a horse tied to a lamppost right there.

What, another parable, the horse and the lamppost?

Look, there's a horse.

Let's go.

(horn blaring)

Are you sure Sarge meant this one?

(laughing) I don't know.

I think we're gonna have to send in hoofprints

to FBI headquarters.

MAN: Hasta luego, amigo!

Remember to send a voucher directly to the studio.

-Excuse me. -Hey. Hey, you. You.

Excuse me. What do you know about this horse over here?

How should I know anything about a horse?

Hey, slow down, amigo. We're trying to--

He's got a gun.

-What's the matter with you? -Hold it right there.

Up against the wall.

Can't you see it's just a prop?

This is a mistake.

The horse is my trusty companion.

I can prove it.

Diablo! Diablo!

Stamp your front hoof three times.

Are you supposed to be-- You are somebody. You-- Who are you supposed to be?

Diablo!

Untie the reins with your teeth.

You have the right to remain silent...

MAN: What's the matter with you?

This is a take!

The Cisco Kid? It's the Cisco Kid.

-That's... -Muy bien.

Call my agent. He can explain everything.

If you so desire and cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed.

Yo, Art.

J.D., Neal.

Hey, what's goin' on, Arturo?

They bring you in for the blackout?

Yeah.

Listen, how's it goin' with that gay thing?

Any luck?

A dry well, man, nothing on forensics.

-Witnesses? -No, zero on the mug shots.

Did you work the first shooting?

I-I thought the night-shift guy was Andy Gerard.

-Hi, Art. -Mick.

Look, uh...

Can I talk to you guys...

somewhere private?

I was in that bar this morning.

I saw him.

I recognized him.

His name's Vincent...

First name.

First name's Vincent.

Uh, what were you doin' there, Art?

The same thing I was doing two weeks ago when I met him...

Trying to meet a guy.

-Look, Art-- -ART: Here's an apartment number.

If he's, uh, if he's not there, try The Crayfish.

I met him at The Crayfish...

on 34th.

Dark hair...

uh... medium build...

mid-30s...

kind of a... sharp chin.

Here.

Take it.

We should take this to the captain.

ART: You can't.

Listen, just... just say I was an anonymous informant.

I'll go outside. I'll put a dime in the pay phone.

Come on, Art. If you're anonymous, we can't get a search warrant.

But you can pick him up. You can question him.

Pick him up, sweat him. He'll crack-- I promise.

MICK: Come on!

I thought you were a better cop than this.

Damn it, Mick! Two medals of valor in 13 years, is that bad?

I came to you guys for help.

I got a wife at home. I got three kids.

Neal, J.D., how long we work vice, three years?

Hell, I-I covered you guys a couple of times...

Hell, more than a couple!

Hey, Art, we covered each other, huh?

Please!

Guys...

I'm staring into a pit.

Wait outside for a minute, will you?

Go on.

(door closes)

(exhales deeply)

Do you believe it?

Art Bradley.

Maybe we do owe him, J.D.

At least ways enough to give him half a chance.

We came on the force together. I like this guy.

I feel sorry for him.

Me too. I just don't believe it.

Aw, hell.

We'll pick him up.

No promises after that.

Would you mind telling us your whereabouts last night, Vincent?

Sure. I was at home. Hey, what's all this about?

Is this about those queer killings?

Anyone with you at home last night?

What are you inferring by that?

Hey, what were you doing in that bar just now?

I told you guys, I'm a graphic designer.

A client wanted me to meet him there.

What's the client's name?

Hey, wait a minute. I'm not queer or nothing.

What are you saying? You never frequent that bar?

Vincent, we know you frequent The Crayfish.

The hell with you and the hell with this.

(shouting in foreign language)

All right, you all be quiet now!

Just be quiet now and get this conversation

down to a civilized level.

-This man is a crook. -Si.

I do nothing. It's these people!

We need ice for our food. He won't sell it.

I sell you ice, ten dollar!

I swear, Bobby, just once in my law-enforcement career,

I would like to encounter a situation

where my native tongue is an advantage.

Ah-- Okay, let's get the situation straight.

-You want to buy some ice, -Yes.

-and this man won't sell it to you? -(speaks in Korean)

I sell ice, ten dollars!

(arguing in foreign language)

How much was ice selling for yesterday?

It's not yesterday, it's today.

I need ice for keep my food.

Why can't you sell these people one bag of ice

-at a regular price? -No, I need every ice!

All right, you people, you stop this squabbling!

It is just too hot!

(sighs) Now, you listen to me, friend.

profiteering is against the law in this state.

You could get sent up for 15 years,

so I suggest you sell ice for what ice is supposed to cost.

Now, this man has a store to run,

and according to the state penal code, provision 2301-A,

in the event of a power failure,

if you should need to purchase ice from a store owner,

you must also purchase a portion of the food

that that ice was meant to protect.

Therefore, you get yourself a bag of ice,

and you get yourself a pound of meat,

is that perfectly clear?

All right, now, I don't want to hear one more word out of any of you.

Come on, Bobby.

I swear, you just have to know how to deal with these people.

You have to come with your strong suit,

which is that you're smarter than they are.

Whatever you say, Renko.

WOMAN (on radio): Unit 2202,

proceed to 9000 block of North Park Avenue.

Abandoned car...

(shouting in foreign language)

Interrogation one--

some guy who thinks he's The Cisco Kid or something.

In here, armpit.

Captain...

Captain, we got a live one on the bar massacre.

Vincent Kirby, unemployed graphic illustrator

with more than a few kinks.

-Off a snitch? -No, a phone tip,

caller said he was a friend of Kirby's,

described him like one of those psycho cryptos

who all of the sudden pops his cork.

And we picked him up in a gay bar.

All right, let's put him in a lineup. Get his history.

Priors, anything corroborative.

Send his picture over to the wounded at the hospital,

and see Ray about a search warrant for his apartment.

Uh... we may have a little problem there, Captain.

The tipster called from a pay phone, wouldn't leave his name.

All we have on this suspect is an anonymous phone tip?

Yeah, I'd say we have a little problem, J.D.,

like forget the search warrant.

Captain, look, I know we don't have much,

but I get a real sick feeling off of this guy.

Can't we at least try for a warrant on his crib?

All right, let's try. See what we get out of the lineup.

But remember something, both of you--

I want to be apprised of all developments in this case,

and that includes anonymous phone calls.

You got it, Captain.

The studio told me the horse was rented for today.

How was I to know

the shooting schedule had been changed to Friday?

The fact that horse theft

is not usually associated with hard-core urban crime,

and that the animal was not mistreated by you in anyway,

could get us a dismissal,

provided we get a judge with a sense of humor.

They took away my spurs.

I am financially responsible for my spurs.

You think it's easy working in television?

Also, it would be advisable to downplay the wardrobe.

It's never good to go into court as The Cisco Kid.

I'm not The Cisco Kid!

(sighs)

That is a fictional character.

I am an actor, Duncan Rinaldo.

I created the role.

(sighing) Alan Branford,

1906 Freeman Street, apartment 12.

Over the last five years, AKA Jack Webb, AKA George Reeves,

AKA Robert Young, AKA Gale Storm.

Detained half a dozen times as a public nuisance.

Señorita...

when did your family get a television set,

-the very first one? -Mid-'50s.

Do you remember the nights

you would sneak out of bed to watch Texaco Star Theater

from the hallway?

Tom Corbett, and it was the top of the stairs.

Mr. Branford, hear me on the subject of your conduct in court.

Extravagant behavior could jeopardize a dismissal.

It could also buy a court recommendation that some doctors look at you.

In the '50s...

after the day's filming...

We would drive our Studebakers

out to Nicolas Canyon Beach...

which is today called Leo Carillo Beach,

and drink margaritas

as the sun set.

Hey, Lieutenant, you pass your stone?

No. Why?

-I don't know. I was just asking. -Is there a pool as to what time

-I will pass it? -I don't think so--

Am I approaching the time you bet in the pool?

Yeah.

Leo!

Huh? Me?

It's my costar-- Leo Carillo.

Amigo...

it's good to see you again.

I don't know you.

I have never met you in my life.

Leo...

Poncho.

If this is somebody's idea of a joke, I am not amused.

A man gets a beach in California named after him,

forgets he was just comic relief.

Counselor, a moment.

I think I may have come up with an arrangement

-that'll solve your situation. -That's him? That's the guy?

This is Mr. Comstock from Monmouth Riding Stables.

Now, he understands our need

to keep officers on the street during a blackout,

so he has agreed not to press charges

in return for an apology and proper compensation.

That's 12 dollars an hour, and it was five hours, 60 bucks.

I think that's reasonable.

You mean...

and then I could go?

That's right.

Because I am Duncan Rinaldo, who is a gentleman first,

I am sorry for any inconvenience

caused by this misunderstanding,

which was due only to the incompetence

of a production manager anyway.

As for the horse,

it is the studio's responsibility to pay.

Adios.

Why don't you pay, Mr. Rinaldo?

I'm sure the studio will reimburse you.

Take a check?

Look carefully, gentlemen, not just at the faces,

but the way they stand, the way they move.

MAN: Number two.

Art?

This room's being used.

Oh. Sorry, Frank.

MAN: Number three.

It was just too dark.

The one on the end is the right height,

but that's all.

MAN: Number four.

I can't tell.

I-I just couldn't see.

Maybe you can move the process along even faster

if you brought in a few short-order cooks.

Counselor, there were no PDs available.

We've had a rash of lawbreakers around here,

and half your office was stuck in a traffic jam.

Then you should've delayed the lineup.

-What are you doing with him? -We're moving him back downstairs.

May I ask why, when five eyewitnesses failed to identify him?

We ran a name check.

He's been in the puzzle house twice for evaluation,

and he has a prior for lascivious carriage.

(laughs) Lascivious carriage, I'm shocked.

Plus, we received a tip on him.

Ah, a mysterious phone caller.

Maybe he'll get back to us about who bombed the Hindenburg.

Excuse me, Miss Davenport.

Frank, I've been on the phone with the judge for 15 minutes.

No way are we getting a warrant on Kirby's place.

I'm due in court.

When I get back, I want Kirby charged or gone.

Captain, you're not kickin' him loose, are you?

It's under serious consideration.

We got to have more time.

What for? There's gonna be no warrant issued,

and the lineup was a zero.

Ah... we want to go talk to his neighbors.

That's no reason to hold him.

Lean with us a little on this, will you, Captain?

-Why? -Well,

we don't have all the mug-book results yet

from the victims down at County.

One of the guys was still in surgery.

The guy's got priors, Captain.

Talk to the neighbors, right away.

Hey, I mean it, J.D., somebody IDs the guy, that's one thing,

but what we're doing now is lame.

In for a buck, in for a bundle, Mick.

Either we help Art Bradley, or we don't.

I like him, too, John, but he's a cop. He's got responsibilities.

Hey, there he is. Right over there, J.D.

Uh-huh.

-Gentlemen. -Hey, Willie, my man!

What do you say, huh? Hey!

You know I ain't pulled a B&E since the day you busted me.

That's real good, Willie.

You want to look inside my coat, don't you?

No, Willie, I want you to jump up and down for me.

I'll tell you what-- I'll jump with you.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Hey, this is fun, huh?

Jump higher. It's exercise, huh? Come on.

Oh!

-Oh, oh, my. -Oh! Willie,

-my man. -What's the matter, eh?

Ain't you guys ever seen five people in love?

And a schoolyard only a block away, huh?

Hey, you boys are rough.

First you bust me for the thing I'm good at,

and now you won't let me pick up a few nickels.

Willie, you can keep your pictures...

and you can buy yourself an awful lot of future goodwill.

How's that?

NEAL: By doing what you're good at.

You want me to break into someplace?

Yeah, a room on 88th.

Look for an assault rifle. Don't get any prints on it.

Uh, guys, excuse me.

Excuse us, would you pl-- Come here.

Stay.

This is wrong. I'm out.

Hey, come on, Mick. Not now, man.

-No, I said I'm out. -That's just great.

Hey, on behalf of Art Bradley and his entire family,

thanks a hell of a lot.

Hey, that's great.

Your own man's hinky. Well, I'm hinky, too.

No room for you to be hinky, Willie. Sorry about that.

Now, we want you to make a whole lot of noise

so the super can hear you, okay?

Then we'll show up.

Hey, but I could go to jail.

Well, not if you don't get Miranda, you can't.

Sometimes we forget.

Whatever happens, you're deaf and dumb, you got it?

Yeah.

An hour.

Tops.

(exhales)

Cops and robbers, babe.

Cops and robbers.

Yeah! Come on!

Yeah, mama! Hey!

Come on! Come on!

Come on down here!

Come on, daddy! All right!

Hey, hey, buddy! You're gonna have

-to get out of the street. -God bless you, Officer.

-You gonna have to get out of the street. -I'm responsible!

-Renko, take care of him. -I'm too smart...

-Come on! -You're gonna get off the street.

I started this morning, the whole city goes back.

-It's all my fault! In my heart-- -What has that got to do with anything?

Aah! (indistinct chatter)

-(tires screeching) -Hey, man!

What's wrong with you? Turn around!

-Get out of here! -Get up. Get up.

MAN: I'm getting up.

(crying)

All right, go away.

Get up on that curb and go off this street right now.

Hey! I am buck naked!

(siren wails)

(alarm ringing)

Yeah, this is unit 2203 requesting immediate backup.

We have a 407 in progress at Dekker and 117.

-WOMAN (on radio): Roger. -Do you want to wait?

-No. -Just a suggestion.

Come on. They got the stuff in their hands.

All right!

Okay, up against the wall. Put the stuff down on the ground.

I don't want to have to tell you more than once.

Forget you!

Yeah, what are you gonna do, shoot us?

Don't do anything stupid. Nobody has to get hurt.

-Yeah, you got that right. -Hey, hey, you just drive away.

This is our business!

Hey, the hell it is.

Just because there's a power failure doesn't mean the laws are canceled.

Yeah, they're canceled. What are you gonna do about it?

(gun cocks)

you ain't gonna do that.

Joe...

Diablo, ándele!

Ándele!

MAN: He's crazy, man.

Ándele!

-Back! -Hold it!

(indistinct shouting)

-Move! -MAN (on speaker): All right!

On your bellies! On your bellies!

Down!

Hands behind your back. No quick or unnecessary movements.

Complete cooperation or extensive hospitalization

is your current choice of options.

Should we go after him or what?

I mean, which way did he go?

I don't know, but I'd sure like to thank him.

Lieutenant, we got it--

the weapon in those bar murders.

Incredible. We show up for a little Q&A at the suspect's building.

The super here comes running out,

tells us somebody's ripping off Kirby's apartment.

Get it to ballistics.

Get prints and run the numbers.

Tell them it's priority on everything.

Got it?

Okay. Let's get his prints for a cross-check, huh?

Take a seat, jerk face.

Looks like our luck's changing, Captain.

All the looting, this guy's pulling a job in Kirby's apartment--

steals his rifle.

I heard these noises upstairs,

and I knew the cops were in the building.

So when I saw the guy on the stairs,

I grabbed him and I started yelling.

Does this mean we get to hold Kirby, Captain?

-Ballistics? -Already working.

I want to know as soon as we have results.

Henry, where is Miss Davenport?

They arrested that estúpido cowboy again in the Heights!

Hi.

Hi. How are you?

Well, uh...

I've been better.

What can I do for you?

Get a divorce and marry me?

Frank... I wanted so much to have natural childbirth.

But, you know, Paul Grogin doesn't want to be seen with me,

so I don't have a delivery partner, and...

Well, I'm really beginning to think the whole thing's a horrible mistake.

Oh, if you've come this far--

No, really, Frank.

I'm afraid that something terrible is gonna happen.

I just don't want to be alone right now.

Uh, if-if you're looking for a surrogate partner, Fay,

-I just can't be that for you right now. -I wasn't gonna ask.

(knock on door)

I'm sorry. Uh...

Can I have a glass of water?

Oh, sure.

Uh... just a minute, Irwin.

Just a minute, Irwin.

(clears throat)

(sighs)

A lot of generations have come into the world

without natural childbirth.

Yeah, and look at us.

All I wanted was to be awake this time.

It's gonna be my last baby.

I just wanted to know what it was like.

I'm sorry. I gotta go.

(sniffling)

Thanks, Henry.

HENRY: What's the matter?

Oh, you know how moody pregnant women are.

It's nothing.

(sighs) Fay...

I wanted to have natural childbirth with my baby.

They won't let you take the training without a partner?

As I recall, it doesn't have to be the real father,

just as long as it's somebody...

I know.

Well, I'm somebody.

You?

I did it with Annie. It was a great experience.

I always wanted to do it again.

Honestly?

Sure, I'd love it.

Oh!

Oh, Henry Goldblume! (chuckles) Ah!

-Ohh! -Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

(laughing)

Right.

RAY: Aah!

We can give him priority.

We got a matchup on the Uzi, Captain. Kirby's our man.

Fabulous. We got him.

FRANK: Great. Good work.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

My latest client informs me your detectives failed to Mirandize him,

both on arrest and subsequently.

-Who did? -LaRue and Washington.

Laporta's as good as on the street.

You forgot?

I thought Neal did it.

Sorry, Captain.

And just so you know, I'm getting Willie a new attorney.

I don't want a conflict with my defense of Vincent Kirby.

What does that mean?

I believe Laporta's ultimately going to be charged

with felonious conspiracy in collusion with regard

to his acquisition of Mr. Kirby's weapon.

News to me, Joyce.

That'll be my contention at Mr. Kirby's trial.

I'm going to get an exclusion

on every piece of evidence Laporter stole for you.

Hey, he didn't steal anything for us.

He got busted because the super heard him breaking in.

By two cops who couldn't even get a warrant!

Think you can sell the coincidence, Irwin?

They happen.

Try to sound that convinced at the trial.

-Where you going, Irwin? -Calling my boss.

You were the officers on two of Laporter's priors.

Laporter just happens to be burglarizing the apartment of a murder suspect.

You just happened to be downstairs

-talking to a couple of neighbors. -Captain, we thought that--

We get a piece of evidence that nails the suspect to the floor,

a piece of evidence we wouldn't have

except for the break-in, but Laporter walks

because you forget to read him his rights.

Hey, it was an oversight.

It stinks! I don't believe it.

You two aren't lazy cops, and until now,

-I didn't think you were stupid. -(knocking on door)

What the hell's going on?

Excuse me, Captain. I'm just back from County.

Negative on the last guy that could have ID'd Kirby.

It was Kirby's rifle that did the killings.

-Great. -But there's an A-1 chance

we might lose the gun as evidence because of the dicey way it was acquired.

-The DA says kick him. -Excuse me, Irwin.

He says somewhere down the road, the gun is sure to be excluded.

What the hell's the matter with you?

-Hey, kiss my butt, Bernstein! -I want full statements from both of you,

every detail of your involvement with the arrest of Willie Laporta.

You got our reports, Captain.

FRANK: I want them signed. I want them sworn.

I don't know what the hell else is at stake here,

-but it better be worth your badges. -Hey, Captain--

Thirty minutes. Both signatures.

The guy's a nut. Release.

-Put him under high-profile-- -I'm not gonna release.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Put him under high-profile...

-I'm not gonna release! -...maybe he'll crack!

-What do you think you're gonna do? -Let me get my detectives' statements.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

(clears throat) Mick...

Don't talk to me.

(sighs)

We're in deep sewage, Neal.

What we did's a felony, babe.

Lying about it is a felony, too.

Man, if we could only count on Willie Laporta

to do the right thing and give the right story.

Mm... it's still a perjury, babe, him and us.

(sighs)

All the falls I could have taken in my career,

I'm gonna buy it for Art Bradley.

(knock on door)

Minute for me, Frank?

Sure.

I understand you got some detectives writing statements.

And?

Why do you need statements from them?

With all due respect, Art, that's not a question you get to ask.

Just... just seems like we're treating them like some kind of wrong guys.

You're out of line.

Your assignment was the power outage.

Frank?

I got reason to know that they're correct. They popped the correct guy.

How do you know?

A friend of mine was there. He saw the shooting.

These-these guys are just trying to help him out.

-Your friend? -Right.

Help them out how?

He's a cop.

He's homosexual.

He can't come forward.

That's why J.D. and Neal--

My-my friend begged him not to use his name.

Don't-don't bust them for trying to help.

Art...

Your friend has to come forward.

He can't.

He has to.

He's got a wife...

A family.

Art.

I was at the bar.

Kirby came in, and...

He never even saw me.

He went into the bathroom,

and when he came out,

he just started shooting.

People were screaming, dying.

My gun was in the car.

I ran after him.

I ran to my car to get my weapon...

But he was gone.

I left.

(knock on door)

Uh... Captain, uh...

We'd like to explain the situation.

I think Art's doing that.

Frank, this case is made on ballistics.

The guy's print is on the piece.

Let J.D. and Neal just testify

that they recovered the gun after a burglary.

A day like today, a power outage, must be a million burglaries.

They're out of it.

I'm not gonna let them testify,

I'm not gonna use anything they brought in,

and I'm sure as hell not gonna let that guy go.

I can't do it.

Can't do what? Can't testify against a murderer?

Sign a complaint to keep a murderer off the streets?

You do it, Art, or I will.

I'll sign the complaint. I'll name you the witness.

I'll deny I said anything to you.

I don't have any motive for lying, Art.

It's gonna come out.

It ought to come from you.

Miss Davenport,

I understand your client's committed this offense

twice today.

Nevertheless...

I feel tempted to let the court get onto more serious business

on these conditions.

The studio told me

I was to be the next Gilbert Roland,

and then they put me in a younger picture.

That was a crime.

Your Honor, we'd be willing to comply with anything the court has in mind.

I'd like the accused to promise that he'll never take another horse

he hasn't rented, bought,

or taken in trade.

I was robbed in syndication!

I also got nothing for the cap pistols or the autographed lunch pails.

(light laughter)

All right... I promise.

Adjourned... with contemplation of dismissal.

Bailiff.

-BAILIFF: Docket number 070-- -JUDGE: How did it go?

You know, the opening narration

when The Cisco Kid was riding through the desert...

"Return-- Return with us now

to those thrilling days of yesteryear."

That was The Lone Ranger.

Oh, that's right.

That's right.

MAN: Your Honor, you should note a minor readjustment...

It hurts me to see you this way, Pancho.

Maybe someday you'll get another series.

Adios, amigo.

Docket number 07095, Your Honor. Vincent James Kirby.

Three counts of 499 in the penal code, murder in the first degree.

The complainant is Francis Furillo.

The defendant is on for arraignment and bail setting.

Representation is provided by the public defender's office.

Where the hell is Bradley?

We don't need him for an arraignment, Irwin.

-We need him for a trial. -What the hell's the point of arraign--

You tie my hands and feet. You make me work with my hands tied.

Bail application, Miss Davenport.

I'd suggest a very low bail, Your Honor.

Mr. Kirby would be crazy to go anywhere given the state's case.

We believe we have the right man, Your Honor. We'd ask--

Do you believe you have any evidence?

Yes, we certainly do.

Anything you can use?

Your Honor, we are not in discovery here.

Now, we have a signed complaint--

JOYCE: Yes, signed by Captain Furillo,

who was told by Detective Bradley, a hearsay witness.

Perfectly acceptable for the present proceeding, Your Honor.

All right, Mr. Bernstein,

but now we're at the question of bail.

-Can you be a little more forthcoming? -Who are they saying saw me?

-Be quiet. -Are they accusing me of homosexuality?

Is that what this is turning into?

JUDGE: Mr. Kirby...

I'm trying to determine whether you should receive bailments,

and, if so, to determine the amount. Now, please, keep still.

One question, Your Honor.

One question.

Has this society become a breeding ground for perversion?

Is that the instruction we're under?

-(bangs gavel) -Be still now and let me get this settled.

Mr. Bernstein...

six people are dead.

My inclination is toward high bail or remand.

On the other hand, I'm hearing allegations here

that the state's case is without substance.

Can you give me some broad indication?

Our case is our case, Your Honor.

-Hearsay? -I demand to know who saw me.

-(gavel bangs) -JUDGE: Now, I said be still, sir.

I'll sign the complaint, Your Honor.

JUDGE: You are?

Detective Arthur Bradley, Hill Street Station.

And I was there.

KIRBY: Who's that?

Some faggot?

Yeah, the one who's sending you away.

-(gavel bangs) -Held without bail, 72-hour return date.

BAILIFF: The court will now take a 15-minute recess

at the request of Judge Cole.

All those present are asked to move out...

Art...

Thanks.

Makes the case.

Look, why don't you try to take this one step at a time?

The worst may be over.

(sighs)

Come on, Frank. I'm finished.

I wouldn't be so sure of that.

You're protected by civil law, by department policy.

They'll always find some way to get rid of someone like me.

Don't presume other people's judgments.

I've seen a lot of judgment in my time on the force, Frank.

"A fag walks into a bar..."

"A fag walks into a beauty salon..."

Jokes my friends used to tell.

My buddies...

Jokes I told myself.

I think maybe you're overreacting.

Tell it to my wife!

Tell it to my children!

I've got a 14-year-old boy going out for football, Frank.

Tell it to him!

Excuse me.

REPORTER: Although electric power has been restored

to most of the city, there are still areas...

What are you going to do about your detectives?

Well, it's a complicated situation.

They thought they were helping out a friend.

That sounds like nothing.

What if it costs you Kirby?

That's hypothetical, counselor.

In fact, they did no irreparable harm.

They had the opportunity to recant, and they took it.

Few enough chances for mercy.

He was identified as Arthur Bradley, a detective at Hill Street Station

and two-time winner of the department's medal of valor.

A police-department spokesman would not comment on speculation

that Bradley had a prior personal relationship with the accused,

except to say that Bradley was off duty at the time of the incident

and was not on official police business while at The Elbowroom,

a bar that caters primarily to homosexuals.

(click)

They're gonna crucify him.

(closing theme playing)