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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

You just get me Jesus Martinez on this phone now, you dig?!

Who's Jesus Martinez?

He's talking about the warlord of Los Diablos.

Find him.

I'm pregnant, Frank.

Paul Grogan.

Who else?

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I don't know what you think you got here. I haven't done nothing.

The courier ID'd the Valdez brothers in a lineup.

We sweated them and they both gave you up, Jesus.

I wanted so much to have natural childbirth,

but, you know, Paul Grogan doesn't want to be seen with me,

so I don't have a delivery partner,

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

You had it all right there at your feet.

You didn't want to make it. You got scared.

-You don't know beans. -(scoffs)

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.

(police siren wails)

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

Who could've done such a terrible thing?

I'll tell you this...

I don't think it was you.

A man is moving into the Dante Projects tomorrow

who's running for mayor.

He wants to see what it's like, huh?

Heard about the stabbing.

It was about 20 feet away from the door of the building you chose to move into.

I thought you wanted to change things.

I do. And I'm going to.

Then help us to stop this killing.

State law forbids the engaging in political activity while in uniform.

Beware of embarrassing the department or mayoral candidate Daniels

by failure to comply with this law.

I don't care if I am six points ahead in the polls.

If we don't walk the line on this, Fiske will close the gap like that.

(laughter)

Oh, I just won 100 grand!

Betty, Babette, you okay?

BOTH: Yeah, Artie, we're okay.

We're scheduled an hour earlier for our Lamaze class.

I wouldn't miss it.

Homestretch, kiddo.

Testing, testing. One, two, three.

ESTERHAUS: Item five.

Detective Belker commences Operation Piskador today

at the, uh, Merton Fish and Poultry

in the Dekker markets complex, 1,100 block...

(laughter, indistinct conversations)

MAN: Run into one of your girlfriends?

Be attentive to your radios for possible backup,

uh, just for the "halibut."

(laughter)

Item six. From the war desk, 4:00 p.m. yesterday we, uh,

record an ice pick attack on a Tomás Hernández.

Now, Mr. Hernández is presently in critical,

but stable condition at Mother of Mercy.

He is a Diablo.

If present patterns of gang violence prevail,

we can expect to learn rather quickly whom the Diablos consider responsible.

Since Jesus Martinez's

inglorious departure for Clarktown five months ago,

we now total 37 incidents

on turf that was once Diablo's and is now no man's land.

The recent ascendancy of the alleged liberator, Lazaro Majana,

over the beleaguered Diablos only served to fan the flames.

Five homicides in six weeks, 16 assaults, three incidents of arson.

For what it's worth, our own war footing will continue.

Patrols, let's triple our pass-bys that know the gathering points.

Interdict all gang members on foreign turf.

-Um, Sarge. -What?

-Could you define the word "interdict?" -Stop.

(laughter)

And on account of any with whom you've developed relations over the years,

don't fail to urge them on the futility,

the tragic waste of this cycle of violence.

Item seven.

On this inhospitable horizon,

appears this afternoon a Councilman Benjamin Fiske.

Mayoral candidate Fiske's resolve

to move into the Dante Projects appears unshakable.

Special assignments to be posted on the duty board

after the councilman's morning meeting with the captain.

Let's check the board on each visit to the squad room from here on out.

People, more oft than not,

we're gonna be double shifting right through the election.

-(groans) -(chattering)

In which further regard a memo from Deputy Chief Mahoney.

"You're reminded that state law forbids

the engaging in political activity while in uniform.

Beware of embarrassing the department or mayoral candidate Daniels

by failure to comply with this law.

Nothing in this reminder, however, should be construed

as restricting off-duty, out-of-uniform activity.

Members of this department are citizens.

You have the right to campaign as vigorously as you choose

for the candidate of your choice.

The department encourages you to exercise this prerogative."

Last item's also a memo...

from vehicle maintenance.

"Summer swan song brings the worst time of filth in the cars.

We could fill an encyclopedia three truss."

I believe that should be plural.

(laughter)

"Rags for cleaning dipsticks, healthy and rotten food,

personal aftereffects, especially as the heat continues,

as occupants of these vehicles,

we ask you to remind-- to remember the heart of consideration.

You may not remain in your units,

but what you leave in your units, remains."

(laughter)

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

-And hey, hey, hey, hey! -(chairs scraping)

Let's be careful out there, huh?

(chattering)

(telephone rings)

Belker.

Dekker Avenue, Mick? Sounds like a fishy assignment.

Hey, uh, be sure not to "flounder" down there, Mick.

Stop.

-Mick, Mick-- -Not a word.

-What, he's got a haddock or something? -(Joe laughs)

Officer Hill.

I just got a call from State Lottery Commission.

It says you're holding ticket number J7J7663

-in the lottery's "Rainbow Runoff." -Yeah.

Well, it could be a gag, but they say you just won 100 grand.

J7J7663.

Yeah!

(screaming)

♪ Take my hand ♪

♪ I'm a stranger... ♪

(laughter)

Oh, I just won 100 grand!

Sarge, Sarge, I just won $100,000!

Oh, congratulations, Bobby.

-$100,000, Sarge! -$100,000.

One-- (yelling)

(yelling) Oh, Lord, I forgive everybody!

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)

LUCY: Come on, Joe. Will you hurry up?

JOE: Well, what do you think I am?

$100,000!

JOE: If it looks so easy, why don't you try it?

LUCY: Police! Open up!

RENKO: What seems to be the problem here?

Somebody had a party that got away from them in there.

BOTH: $100,000.

-(music playing) -(clamoring)

-I'll take care of this. -Don't get killed now.

No!

(yelling)

MAN: What are you doing? What are you doing?

-Oh, Lord. Will you please... -(clamoring)

LUCY: Will you get your stupid body out of there?

Get off her! Get off her!

All right. Party's over.

JOE: Just get your hands against the wall.

You want me out of here, you come in and get me!

(indistinct arguing)

You're all covered in mud, all messed up...

This is my job!

MAN: Come here, you little...

(woman screams)

Come here! Come on! Come here!

All right. All right. That's it.

-That's it. Come on. -(woman screams)

(chattering)

-We paid you 50 bucks apiece! -I get nothing.

We didn't get nothing from her!

Did they pay you for this? Did they pay you for this?

-No, they didn't pay me. -Yes, we did! We paid you 50 bucks!

Does this fall under the category of entertainment, is that it?

-You're under arrest. -(indistinct conversations)

LUCY: Good. Perfect.

-You all right? -MAN: What's going on over here?

-What are you talking about? -JOE: Who's this guy?

Betty, Babette, you okay?

BOTH: Yeah, Artie, we're okay.

-You son of a... -Hey!

-(thuds) -(man groans)

-Nobody hurts my girls! Nobody! -Hey, just shut up.

What's wrong with you? Cuff him, Bobby!

Hey, wait a minute. I made the call.

These guys come in here, they're supposed to be out by 8:00.

I didn't get my money. My girls got attacked.

I don't know what's going on here.

Yeah? Well, I don't care. Cuff him!

Everybody gets cuffed! Everybody.

She took my wallet!

All right, I'll tell you something. We're going downtown.

You'll find your wallet downtown.

You want me to hose 'em down before we put 'em in the car, or what?

Grab a towel. I don't know.

Ladies.

Thanks.

Thanks a lot.

Hey, no problem.

Are you girls twins or what?

(both chuckle)

(telephone rings)

-Fay. -Hi, Phil.

Let's get you off your feet, here.

Phil, I'm fine. Don't fuss.

-Is Henry here? -He's somewhere.

Look, I was going through the baby book.

-A few more names. -Phil, I don't--

Just consider 'em...

with particular attention to Clarice whilst I fetch Henry for you.

JOE: Hey, Mrs. Furillo, how are you?

Officer Coffey, Officer Bates.

I mean, how do you feel?

Ugh!

Like I'm about to deliver a basketball team.

No, otherwise, I'm 40 years old,

I'm three to five days before I give birth,

and I never felt better in my life.

I wish you the best and God bless.

-(chuckles) Thanks, Lucy. -Let's go.

-Can I touch it? -Joe.

Sure, go ahead.

-(chuckles) -Hey, did you feel that?

Yeah. Yeah, it moved.

It's amazing.

Hiya, Fay. How goes it?

-Hi, Henry. -You look great.

Henry, I-I came up to tell you

that we're scheduled an hour earlier for our Lamaze class,

um, if it's convenient.

I wouldn't miss it.

Homestretch, kiddo.

Fay, I don't know if I approve, but, uh, you could catch a bug up here.

Phil, I'm as healthy as a horse.

(telephone ringing)

Fay, how nice to see you.

Chief Daniels. How's the campaign?

By the look of it, not quite so advanced as yours.

Best of luck, Fay. Good-good to see you.

-Ramón, good to see you. -Good morning, Chief.

How's my minority affairs consultant, huh?

Just fine. I'm eager to talk with you.

And I'm eager to listen.

-Have you set a time with Ron Lefferds? -I'm waiting to hear back.

Well, let's get on the stick, Ray. I need your ideas.

Will do. Will do, Chief.

-(knocks) -Top of the mornin', Frank.

Chief.

Hey, looks like your ex is close to dropping the bomb.

You know my pollster, don't you? Byron Whitcamp. How are you?

-Deputy Chief Mahoney will be joining us. -FRANK: Fine.

Have to hand it to Ben Fiske.

He moves into the projects,

I take up residence between a rock and a hard place.

I can see how that might be awkward.

-Uh-huh. -Sorry, gents.

-Hello, Dennis. -Frank, you know you've got, uh,

units parked in all of the spaces for visitors?

Uh, I'll tell the khaki officer.

All right. Here's how it shakes down, Frank, Byron.

If you give him full protection, you validate his platform.

Urban decay and all that.

Under protect and he'll call you on using your office to play politics.

I don't care if I am six points ahead in the polls--

-BYRON: Eight. -Or eight.

If we don't walk the line on this, Fiske will close the gap like that.

Under protection just isn't an option, Chief.

Politically speaking, full protection is by far the lesser of evils.

Gentlemen, politics aside,

the Dante Projects are a war zone right now.

It would be helpful if both candidates realized

that there's an agenda going on out there

that couldn't have less to do with this campaign.

Five murders in six weeks.

I'm not sure we can guarantee anybody safety.

I hope it'd be clear that my personal safety

is a subordinate issue here.

(file cabinet closes)

Captain, good to see you.

-FRANK: Councilman Fiske. -Ben.

It's the living conditions of these people in the projects that I'm concerned with.

I think we might more properly leave that for the rubber chicken crowd, Ben.

Frank, I'll simply repeat.

My deep reservations notwithstanding,

Ben's to have full cooperation and protection.

Shall we leave them to it, gentlemen?

Hope to hell you know what you're doing, Ben.

Hope to hell it works out.

Well, I'll rest a lot easier knowing that you're behind me, Fletcher.

Henry, could you ask Howard to step in here, please.

I, uh, heard about the stabbing on the way up.

(sighs) Yeah, it happened about 20 feet away

from the door of the building you chose to move into.

You're not going to talk me out of this.

Okay, then let me explain this to you, Ben.

Those projects belong to the Diablos, not to the city,

not to any federal agency.

There's been a power struggle inside the Diablos

and they've been weakened.

Blood and Mau Mau are trying to muscle in. People have been killed.

I'd be less than honest if I didn't say to you

that what you're doing is ill-timed and ill-conceived.

Lieutenant?

It's theater. The place is about to explode.

Well, I'm going ahead with it anyway.

I think it's stupid.

I'm not a stupid man...

or a reckless one,

but these people have to know that somebody is willing to listen.

FRANK: Lieutenant Hunter here will be in charge of security.

-Councilman. -Lieutenant.

An adventure awaits you.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Francis, we have a homicide at the Dante Projects.

-HENRY: Gangs? -Just found the body.

WOMAN (on PA): Need someone to sign for shipment on dock four.

-Dump 'em. -(ice rustles)

-You know fish? -I know a little.

-Yeah, I've been in business 30 years. -Long time.

Yeah, 30 big ones.

I know fish.

(fish scales scraping)

Are you sure this is gonna work?

I mean, the guy that threatened me was like a tractor.

Don't worry about it.

I need a whale, they send me a shrimp.

WOMAN (on PA): Rossi, phone call, line two.

Testing, testing. One, two, three.

Testing, testing.

You know, the guy said if I don't come up with the cash today

they're gonna stop the deliveries,

they're gonna stop hauling away all my extras,

plus, they're gonna bust my arms.

We get them on tape, you're not gonna have any more trouble.

Better light that up, help the smell a little.

WOMAN: Mr. Merton.

So, Mr. Merton, am I gonna have a birthday here?

Oh, uh, he's got you, uh, Mrs. Silverman, yeah.

How could I help you, ma'am?

That chicken is fresh?

You kidding? That chicken was running around this morning.

Yeah, well, let me see.

WOMAN (on PA): Would the driver of the truck

parked at the loading dock please move it?

(sniffs)

This chicken is not fresh.

I want very fresh.

WOMAN (on PA): Does someone have the bill of lading

for the poultry delivery?

This chicken is not fresh.

I want fresh chicken!

Lady, could you pass a test like that?

(police siren wails)

NEAL: Chalk up another one. These dudes don't waste any time.

HENRY: I thought we were getting more crowd control?

-NEAL: They're on the way. -HENRY: Any ID on the victim?

NEAL: Leon Selwood. He was a Blood.

According to SID,

they killed him someplace else and then strung him up here.

Hey, that cold enough for you?

They snuff the kid and then hang out and watch.

Probably wasn't them.

Diablo turf,

a Blood strung up by his colors and you don't think Diablos did it?

There are two groups of Diablos. They're just a splinter.

How fast can they get him down?

Almost done. They just gotta finish dusting.

-How fast? -Five, ten minutes.

Tell them five, no more. There could be more trouble.

Hector, can I talk to you a second?

It's, uh, too bad about the Blood, Henry.

I wonder who could've done such a terrible thing.

I'll tell you this...

I don't think it was you.

You're too smart for something like this.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

-But then who's to say? -(car door opens, closes)

Look, we can do each other some good here.

-I don't see how. -Sure you do.

(chattering)

It's gotta be now.

Come see me, Hector. I'll be back in my office in half an hour.

Hey! Hey, you! Hold it!

Okay. Okay, come on, come on, come on, come on.

Let me talk to you. Let me talk to you.

Man, look what they did to my bro-- my man Leon, man!

Get out of here. Go on. Now.

We're Blood.

And we're here for our brother's body.

HENRY: This is a crime scene and you gotta stay clear.

You're damn right it's a crime, man!

That's my brother laying up there dead! That's the crime!

HENRY: You call up the station house.

We'll let you know the minute the body's released.

You ask for me, Lieutenant Goldblume.

Go.

Go on.

We're going.

(police siren wailing)

And we're coming back.

You hear that, punk? We're coming back!

I'm waiting for you, brother.

-You be here, square. -Your mama.

(helicopter whirring)

WOMAN: You lying creep. Trying to make us look bad.

MAN: I want some justice here!

My clients are not about to drop any attempted rape charges.

Then my clients won't drop grand larceny.

That grand larceny is a crock.

Your rape's a crock.

How can you say that? And you're a woman.

Mr. Feinstein, these are cross complaints. There's no outside witness.

The only thing likely to result from pursuing the matter any further

is a stack of legal bills and an early dismissal.

What kind of legal bills?

We'll talk about it. Don't worry.

JOYCE: I can't be specific, but on the average

if we even go to a hearing, $3,500.

BOTH: $3,500?

JOYCE: Shall we drop it?

Hey, wait a minute! I ain't droppin' nothin'!

Shut your pants, pumpkin head!

Mr. Thompson, I thought we agreed.

Agreed, sure, if the thieves give me back my wallet.

BOTH: We didn't steal your wallet!

It was in my pants!

Look, Hal, you know, maybe we can split the difference here.

-You guys ain't behind me on this?! -Sure, we're behind you, but--

Whore accuses me of rape! I am taking her to court!

So forget everything else.

It was my wallet and I ain't walking away.

Whatever you say, Mr. Thompson.

Be prepared for a civics lesson.

Hal, what, are you crazy? Have lost your mind?

(clamoring)

Well, uh, you girls want some soap or something to...

to wash up before you get on the bus?

BOTH: You got a bathroom?

Yeah, but, I'm gonna have to guard you.

-Whoo. -(laughs)

-On the outside. Outside the door. -BOTH: Oh.

-(typewriter clacking) -(telephone rings)

Henry.

There's someone waiting for you in lineup.

If Frank asks for the homicide report...

You kept saying "come in."

What the hell does that mean?

I guess what you're doing now.

I ain't doing nothing, man. I'm just seeing what you got to say.

We try to keep tabs, Hector. We saw the new Diablos flier.

Milk programs, escort service for the elderly.

That's right. What's it to you?

Those are good ideas.

And with the bloodletting going on, not one of them has a chance.

So what?

If I were you, I'd figure they had a lot better chance

with Lazaro out of the way.

Just take more blood.

Not necessarily.

Not if someone could put him at that homicide or giving the order.

That's not how we do it.

-Who? -Us, man. La gente.

We don't work that way, bro. We don't use cops doing our business.

I thought you wanted to change things?

I do. And I'm going to.

Then help us do our job. Help us to stop this killing.

And do some good for yourself at the same time.

What the hell kind of loyalty do you owe someone

who's gonna come after you

the day he finishes fighting the other gang?

Someone who's a stone killer?

Man, Lazaro is way out of his league, all right?

I mean, the guy is nothing but Jesus Martinez's right-hand man,

his enforcer.

He ain't made to head no gang.

Yeah, well, Jesus is upstate and Lazaro is killing people.

Man, it's you, man. You're the one that-that makes us...

Man, you are the beast.

That's jail talk, Hector.

This is the outside.

You really want to try your ideas? You ready to do some good?

I wouldn't. I...

I wouldn't make no-no testimony. I...

It would have to come from a-- from a phone booth.

(telephone rings)

-What's up, Frank? -Hector.

We can get something from him, Frank. He's talking about giving up Lazaro.

-Was he at the murder? -He'd inform.

It'd be the beginning of a case.

-In exchange for? -Our backing his group.

He's an unstable kid with five or six teenagers behind him.

He's also got a lot of good ideas.

Let's see what we accomplish with the summit.

What summit?

We're bringing in the gang leaders this afternoon

-to see if we can buy a truce. -Captain. Lieutenant.

Counselor.

I understand you're working the mud wrestling circuit.

Your people got there just before the main event.

Listen, I'm going to be late tonight.

Again?

Well, maybe you and some of the boys

can catch the, uh, dinner show at The Mud Palace.

A moment of your time, Ms. Davenport.

-I'm afraid that's all I've got, Sarge. -I just want to get a woman's perspective.

(telephone rings)

Hmm? What do you think?

(laughs) It's lovely.

Fay's coming to term in three to five days.

It's a little big for a newborn, isn't it?

Oh, this is for seven to eight months. I'm amassing a progressive ensemble.

I'm the child's godfather, you know.

So I understand. It's really lovely, Sergeant.

I'm really flying blind.

I'm just, uh... going from one moment to the next.

You're doing fine.

WOMAN (on radio): Roger. 7L94, 7L94. 45984. 45...

All right. The first thing I'm gonna get

is a pair of those good-looking boots that we were looking at.

-You mean snakeskin? -Yeah, they were nice.

-Ooh, I could use a pair of them myself. -That'll be nice.

Robert, do you remember a conversation we had,

we made a vow and swore an eternal vow on our friendship?

Which was that?

It happened in this very vehicle about six months ago.

Something about, uh, unexpected strokes of fortune.

After that armored truck job?

Uh-huh. We found that $1.6 million.

Something about sharing found money.

Oh, I just thought we were chewing the fat, Renko.

Huh. Yeah.

Which doesn't mean I'm not gonna be spreading this around.

Renko, would you just let me get my feet on the ground?

-Robert, I'm sorry. -I haven't even got the check yet.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. -All right.

(stutters) I was just thinking, you know...

Andy, I have never won...

(mouths words) ...before.

-Ain't that the truth. -(both laugh)

I gotta figure out how to organize all this.

What do you think I ought to do, Renko?

Well, first off, I think you ought to get real cautious.

You're gonna have people running at you from all sides

to share in your good fortune.

-Police! Open up! -You think so?

I do. I definitely do think so.

-Yeah, what? -(man speaking Spanish on TV)

-Lazaro Majana? -Yeah, that's me.

You get a call to come down to the station?

-Yeah. -Free ride.

BOBBY: Come on, let's shake it, man.

Boy, it seems like all of a sudden

I've got a whole lot to think about, Renko.

Yeah, a whole lot of responsibility comes with that amount of money.

(car door opens)

I'm not riding with a Mau Mau.

Yes, you are, and you ain't gonna say one more word to me.

(car door opens)

(car door screeches)

-Stinks back here. -Then shut your mouth.

And get off me!

Hey!

Now, gentlemen, travel time is approximately 12 minutes.

Don't make me come sit back here.

(car engine revs)

WOMAN (on PA): The driver of the truck parked at loading dock three,

please move it.

-Your boss around? -Who's asking?

You don't want to know.

You got the contracts?

-Yeah. -Yeah, well, my boss told me to handle it.

Uh, you wanna come over here? There's more light.

Just sign all three copies.

Eight-hundred pounds of scrod is a lot of scrod.

It's all been signed.

Don't play with the merchandise.

Janitorial service?

I think we got a janitorial service.

We'll give you better.

Our janitorial service you don't get burned down.

MICK: You wanna keep your hands off the carp?

It's very delicate.

-What is this? -Police officer.

(groans)

(both grunting)

(groans)

You are under arrest, fishbowl!

(man coughing)

Congratulations, Mr. Hill.

That's it? I can go cash it?

It's all yours. Hold it up.

WOMAN: How does it feel, Officer Hill?

It's-it's great. It just feels great.

Give us one of you and Mr. Jefferson together.

Oh, Mr. Jefferson, come on in.

(reporters clamoring)

-What do you say, Bobby? -Yeah.

Worth a couple bucks to the man who sold you the winning ticket?

BOBBY: This ain't no check for $500.

The last winner tipped the seller five percent.

The man knew how to be grateful.

(camera shutter clicking)

MAN: Mr. Hill?

Officer Hill, uh, can you shake hands with my boy?

This is Timmy. Timmy, shake hands with the officer.

Yeah, sure. How are you doing, Timmy?

Uh, not good, Officer. Not good at all.

Timmy, tell the officer how you feel.

Mr. Whip, I'm tired of warning you about soliciting on these premises.

The next time I see you here I am calling the authorities.

My kid's sick.

He's gotta have an operation or he's gonna die.

-The kid's sick? -He's as healthy as a mule.

I'm afraid you've gotta look out for these types.

Good luck.

(chattering)

Well, morning, Chief Mahoney.

-Boss in back? -MICK: Right here. Stand still.

-Yes, sir. -MICK: Hey, knock it off.

OFFICER: Evidence or lunch?

Hands on the counter.

I owe you one. (grunts)

(man groans)

-(thudding) -(both grunting)

All right. That's enough.

(growls) Don't! Don't do that!

Take your hands off me, you little ape!

(sighs) I'm very--

Turn in your shield, mister. You're on report.

-What's your name? -Belker, sir.

-I was not-- -Shut up and stand there.

Get this fish out of here.

This is Deputy Chief Mahoney.

Get someone from your office down to, uh, Hill Street.

I want to file charges against--

-What's your first name? -Michael.

Detective Michael Belker.

Well, tell him to look for me.

Turn in your hardware and take your desk.

-What's the problem here? -No problem.

-He was not wearing his tag-- -That's enough from you, son.

Take your desk.

Your office, Captain.

Mick... Come on, huh?

Come on.

Your boy's got a hair trigger, Frank.

Heat of the moment, Dennis. He was--

He was working out on a citizen's skull is what he was doing.

And nobody moved in to stop him.

Damn. This suit just came back from the dry cleaners.

He said you weren't wearing your ID.

So what am I to conclude?

That as a matter of course anybody who walks in here

without a tag is assaulted?

If you'd identified yourself--

Excessive force and assaulting a superior officer,

it goes to IAD.

And I get to explain to my wife why I smell like fish.

All right, now, run this gang thing for me.

Excuse me. Uh, they're ready downstairs, Francis.

Thanks, Phil. This'll have to wait.

Maybe they should.

Dennis, I have people down there who are ready to kill each other.

You'll have to excuse me.

(footsteps walking away)

Any word on the release?

Well, he's supposed to be in a cab on his way up here.

Man, if there's a meeting, we're supposed to be there, all right?

-I don't know if now's-- -You said one thing, Henry.

I didn't guarantee.

Your back, Hector. No scenes.

HECTOR: Come on, man.

FRANK: A man is moving into the Dante Projects tomorrow

who's running for mayor.

(laughter)

To visit his mother, huh?

He wants to see what it's like, huh?

FRANK: I know those projects are disputed territory,

but if there's any violence in those projects,

anything that endangers this man's life,

the police are gonna shoot to kill.

-MAN: What's new, man? -ALL: Ooh!

Like beef.

Is it understood? 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, the Dante Projects are off-limits.

That's one.

The other's this.

I'm putting the leaders on notice.

In the past six weeks,

there have been six murders in my precinct.

My precinct.

You got a war, you got your own system of justice,

that's fine.

I put you on notice.

From this day I say the leader of each gang

is responsible for the crime, Furillo's Law.

(laughter)

Blood, Ronnie James.

Mau Mau, Dudley Hicks.

Blood commits a crime, Mau Mau commits a crime,

you two get put away.

And I'll make it stick.

Shamrock, Tommy Mann.

Dragons, Russell Mobley.

Diablos...

Jesus Martinez.

What the hell are you saying, man?

That's just how jive you are, Furillo.

-Martinez is upstate. -MAN: That's right.

LAZARO: You're rolling some big numbers, Furillo.

Your laws and your rules.

Let me tell you, Jesus gets out--

No, Lazaro.

(men chattering)

My strong right arm.

Jesus Martinez is out.

Jesus, you're looking kind of used.

They must have turned you out up there.

No one turns me out!

What, you want to touch it?

You and I will discuss this one on the streets.

Wherever you want.

(speaks Spanish) Come on.

(chair scraping)

Yo, Furillo, go ahead. Continue, please.

When Lazaro gets outside

he'll be arrested for the murder of Leon Selwood.

From today, you're responsible.

-NATE: You better move it, man! -LAZARO: Let go of me!

Hey, pig! You brought me here under amnesty!

You were arrested on the outside.

-NEAL: Come on! -Get off me!

-You jacked me up, Henry. -I didn't know, Hector.

Oh, man, you told me you was gonna put me in charge.

You lied, man.

All the time you're bringing him back, right?

Yo, Hector, what's this I hear about you, huh?

You in charge of the young Diablos? Los Diablitos.

-(spits) -Are you crazy, man?!

Hold it!

Henry, clear them out of here.

Get off, okay? Get off of me.

Damn good idea arresting this Lazaro youth, Frank.

I'll tell you, this preventative retention is working wonders in South Africa.

We have a case against him, Howard.

Of course you do.

Mick.

-Captain. -Mick.

(scoffs) I ain't never been up in front of IAD before.

I want you to know I would never do anything

to embarrass this department or you.

I know that, Mick.

I'd quit before I'd let that happen.

Well, you're a long way from having to worry about that.

(scoffs) I don't know what happened.

The guy was resisting and Mahoney grabbed me from behind.

That's exactly what you'll tell IAD.

What kind of trouble could they give me?

I don't know, Mick, but it's not just you, you know.

Mahoney has it in for the whole precinct.

Yeah, well, he can't get away with that, right?

I bet everything's gonna be okay.

-Just tell the truth. -(garbage can clangs)

Tell the truth, they can't hurt you, right?

(door closes)

(telephone rings)

Pretty slick, Frank.

The hidden Martinez trick.

Come in.

When did you start working on his release?

Two days ago.

He was eligible for an early parole. I just asked them to expedite.

Nice going. You really kept it under your hat.

I did what I thought was appropriate, Henry.

You thought it was appropriate making an ass of me and a liar?

I had to buy a truce.

Do you know what an assassination would do to this city?

I'm talking command policy. You kept me and everyone else in the dark.

I just didn't think there was enough time.

Didn't feel there was enough time, Frank, or didn't really feel it was necessary?

Just figured you'd be the kingmaker?

Henry...

Phil coordinated the release, Ray organized the summit,

you were detective in charge of a new homicide.

I just didn't see any opportunity.

We stood in that hallway and talked!

And you tried to sell me a kid as new leader of the Diablos

who'd go off like cheap fireworks the first time he got frustrated.

So we disagreed!

Does that give you the right to-to shut me out of policy?

To make me into a lying, conniving manipulator?

I'm sorry.

I just...

(stutters) I stood there with you

and I saw a 20-minute argument coming and...

So you failed to respect me as a person and I passed it on.

Well, I hope you got what you wanted out of it, Frank.

'Cause I bet we're gonna pay on the other end.

I'll bet on it.

My papers indicate that as to these various

and very serious cross complaints,

attempted rape, robbery, sex abuse, assault, grand larceny...

All defendants are agreeable to dropping charges

except one Mr. Thompson.

Whore stole my wallet.

Hey, watch your mouth.

JUDGE: Can't we settle this matter, Ms. Davenport?

JOYCE: I'm afraid not, Your Honor.

I did try.

I've also informed them

that they'll get a public defender for arraignment only.

They can afford a private counsel.

Mr. Thompson, allow me to say,

"This is the most asinine, self-indulgent,

time-wasting set of complaints to cross this bench today.

This court has murders to deal with, gang wars,

and if this entire matter isn't settled by voluntary dismissal immediately,

I'm holding you all on $100,000 bail

and setting a hearing date after the new year.

You could do seven years of peace on these charges.

Mr. Thompson?

Okay, okay, I quit.

-Hell of a system of justice. -What's that?

I said it's a great system of justice.

-Thank you. Dismissed. Next. -(gavel thuds)

MAN: Docket N639737. Lazaro Majana.

Charged with murder on complaint of detectives LaRue and Washington.

Detective, you have statements in this matter?

Not at liberty, Your Honor.

Ain't got nothing but Jesus Martinez's pig lies!

-(yelling) -(clamoring)

-Order in the court! -(gavel banging)

(clamoring continues)

Get him out of here!

Hold him till morning and then bring him back! Manacle!

Oh, boy.

Ooh. That's a whole lot of zeros, Bobby.

Yeah, but it's this number one right over here that gets me.

I'll tell you, my friend, you don't find some fast shelters for it,

Uncle Sam and the relatives are gonna shrink that dude down to size.

Yeah, that's what they tell me.

You acquainted with money markets?

-You know, KEOs, IRAs... -A little.

...personal corp pensions, income-earning investment credits--

A little, a little, J.D. What's on your mind?

Oh, it's just I've been looking into that a lot myself lately

for my own investment strategies.

I just want to say you want somebody to kind of guide you through the rapids,

hey, consider me a boat.

Thanks. I will.

Well, I'm there for you, you know. I'm a source.

Thanks, J.D.

Only too happy to help.

Thanks.

Hey, my pleasure.

-Bobby, can I talk to you for a second? -What?

I hate doing this, it's just, I don't have nowhere else to--

What's up, Perez?

Okay, um, a few months ago, my-my brother-in-law,

he talks me into going into this Cuban-Chinese restaurant.

-Cuban-Chinese? -Yeah, Cuban-Chinese.

I don't know, maybe it was the location, you know.

And it didn't go, right?

Well, I wanted to give it a chance

and I started putting house money into it--

-Ouch. -Yeah.

So, uh, look, I need $1,500 in mortgage arrears...

or I'm gonna lose my place, you know.

I'll pay you back as fast as I can. You know that, right?

(sighs) Just let me think about it.

Sure. Absolutely.

You're not mad, are you?

No.

-Did I say something wrong? -No.

Just let me think about it, okay, Perez?

Sure. Thanks.

(telephone rings)

Well, spank my monkey. Don't you two little gals clean up good.

I swear, if there wasn't two of you, I never would have recognized you.

-Thanks. -Thanks a lot.

You know, uh, after the day like you've had today,

I bet you're ready for some serious relaxation.

Am I right or am I wrong?

As it so happens I'm without social engagement myself this evening.

-Ladies, you ready? -BOTH: Hi.

-You look lovely. -BOTH: Thanks.

Joseph, my brother.

It looks like you're suffering from a slight male deficiency here.

It's okay, Andy. I got it covered.

LUCY: I guess he thought you were going to be a fifth wheel.

RENKO: What's that? He-he ain't got no fourth wheel.

That one man.

Ba-bing, ba-bing.

Oh, ba-boy.

Hey, since when's Coffey been going out with the DeMarco sisters?

Those are the Ba-bing sisters, J.D.

(scoffs) Yeah, and I'm Pee Wee Reese.

No, that's the DeMarco's.

They used to taxi-dance this joint over on the parkway.

-You're kidding me. -Oh, yeah.

Hey, would you forget a face like those?

MAN: It's okay. The bets are down fellas, the bets are down.

We're ready to close. Are we ready?

Ready to roll. Here we go.

-Roll 'em. -Come on, baby, come on.

Come on, baby. Six for me, baby.

Come on. Six for me!

-Damn! -MAN: No six. Sevens.

Got a new shooter, give me a new shooter.

All right, place your bets. Play the come, play the line.

Here we go. All right, you got your bets down, gentlemen.

(overlapping chatter)

Seven! Seven!

Three. Crap. All right, same shooter.

Place your bets, gentlemen, place your bets.

All right, let's get it down there. We're ready to roll them.

Okay, there you go. Roll them.

Come on, man!

Baby, come on, now! Uh!

(groans)

(sighs)

Soon, Frank?

What?

When are you going to be done?

Soon.

What are you doing?

Figuring out how much I'm worth.

(laughs)

Don't be crass.

Yeah?

As of 5:00 this afternoon Bobby Hill could buy me three times over.

(sighs) So what?

So, I'd like $100,000, too.

What would you do with it?

A couple more days like today, Tahiti.

You?

No sale.

Book the flight.

(chuckles)

We've got that much, you know...

in my trust fund.

You wanna know how much exactly?

Sure.

A hundred and seven thousand...

and change.

That's all?

(laughs) That's all?

I thought you were rich.

(both chuckle)

You gigolo.

-Counselor. -Uh-huh.

We're rich beyond counting.

(telephone rings)

-(police siren wails) -(helicopter whirring)

HENRY: Little drive-by action, Frank.

Lookin' for Diablos, hit a nine-year-old kid.

Hey, everybody makes mistakes.

Any clue to the perpetrators?

Montagues, Capulets.

Stop it, Henry.

Lot of good Jesus did us.

We do what we can.

When the bosses let us.

(helicopter whirring)

That was cheap.

(sighs) I'll have the report on your desk tomorrow morning.

(police siren wailing)

(closing theme playing)