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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

-Oh! -DOCTOR: Oh, yeah!

Mayoral candidate Fisk's resolve to move into the Downey projects

appears unshakable.

It's the living conditions of these people in the projects

that I'm concerned with.

Deputy Chief Mahoney is a fact of your life.

He's your superior.

Until this election, every day if I've got to,

I'm gonna come up here and change your diapers.

How would you feel if you found out that the grillwork on these windows

hasn't been inspected in over--

(screams)

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

...crime-infested areas like the Red Zone,

that we've now given over to the criminals and smut peddlers.

Ozzie Cleveland's a real nice guy.

I just don't see him as the mayor of a city.

DORIS: They can do anything they want to me

if it brings my baby back!

I killed him!

The arraignment's this afternoon. She's in custody until then.

You'll have time to shave her head and tattoo a number on her arm.

I want some of your people, Frank, undercover in one of those sex palaces.

-I'm gonna hire cops? -Four of us.

So, uh, Ed,

anything you want to talk to me about?

Do you want to talk to me about your problem?

You raided a porno supermarket in Midtown this morning.

It's a cheap, shoddy attempt

to put a feather in candidate Daniels' cap on election day.

(screaming)

Ah!

Take it easy.

Would you like a Popsicle?

-What would you like? -(sighs)

Banana.

Police. Who's there?

PHIL: Item nine.

Father Time, ladies and gentlemen, is a fickle comrade.

He seduces us with his apparent steadfastness,

yet gives his allegiance to no one.

Councilman Benjamin Fisk

campaigned on an agenda for the future.

Now Mr. Fisk is dead.

And time, as is its want, moves relentlessly onward,

as does the Progressive Coalition Party, whose emergency meeting last night

produced a new mayoral candidate, Ozzie Cleveland.

-Whoa! -All right.

(crowd murmurs)

Ozzie needs no introduction as a distinguished commander from Midtown,

winner of three medals of valor,

and former president of the Black Officers' Coalition.

Yeah.

Now, the nomination of one of our own

makes two of our own with their crafts in the mayoral waters.

It's a safe bet the political currents will be swift.

Let's all navigate with caution.

(chattering)

Item ten. This week's Dysfunction Seminar

will commence at 9:00 a.m. Saturday

at Brighton State College entitled "Why Me?"

(laughter)

"Impotence and frigidity in the aftermath of armed encounter."

Locally renowned sexologist Harriet Potate will preside.

Wine and cheese served afterward.

Item 11.

As a final note as regards the weather

and other planetary conditions this blustery autumnal day,

high winds, people, that blow and crack your cheeks.

On the previous tour, Officer Lipsky, while gazing at the full moon,

was struck by an airborne sign torn from the edifice

of Ace Kadinsky's Boiler Service.

(laughter)

Well, the impact of said advertisement upon Officer Lipsky's unsuspecting dome,

requiring 17 stitches.

Our condolences to Officer Lipsky,

and let us remind ourselves that though crime,

beleagued by the unexpected wind-chill factor, is down,

it is up because of the full moon,

which means it will remain the same.

And that is sufficient for our purposes.

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

And hey, hey, hey, hey!

Let's be careful out there, huh?

I'll tell you, Neal, Ozzie Cleveland's a real nice guy.

I just don't see him as the mayor of a city.

-White man's job, right J.D.? -Hey, did I say that?

You didn't have to, babe.

Come on, man. Give me a little credit, all right?

I got serious reservations about the man in the leadership department.

-That does not make me a Klansman. -That don't make you right, either.

Man, you haven't even been following the campaign.

Hey, I've been watching it on the tube, not wearing it on my sleeve.

I'm gonna tell you something, wise guy. You're looking at a man who's gonna vote.

Goody. We'll pin a rose on you.

Hey, believe it, Dad.

I mean, what do you need? A driver's license, right?

Hey, Bobby, look at this. The house is out of foreclosure.

All right, Mike!

You saved the whole situation for me, man. My wife was all--

Hey, look, I'm just happy that, uh, you're looking tall.

Thanks.

(paper rustles)

HOWARD: I must confess, Ramundo, the current fad of electing mayors

with the last names of former generals and presidents

in your major urban areas is one that causes me some distress.

How's that, Howard?

Well, you got Washington in Chicago, you got Bradley out in the West,

and now you got Cleveland right here in our environment.

I mean, they're usurpers.

They're trading on the names of our great dead heroes.

They didn't exactly usurp their names, Howard.

They had their real names stolen from them.

(scoffs) Yes.

I saw that program.

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)

Chief...

Uh, Ray?

I have spent long nights thinking about your promise.

Refresh my recollection here, Raymond.

Of a captaincy.

Ah, rest easy.

First vacancy goes to Calletano.

It's not enough.

Beg pardon?

You must promise more.

You want to be governor, Ray?

I want a jobs program for minority youth.

I want Boliver Park reopened.

I want bilingual education.

I am not in a position

to give chapter-and-verse commitments right now, Ray.

-What I can assure is my good-- -That's not enough!

I want chapter and verse!

What the hell's Cleveland offering Latins?

I've yet to see the man be specific about anything!

Do you want me to find out what Cleveland is offering?

That sounds like a threat, Ray.

I don't respond well to threats.

I am trying to tell you that promising me career advancement--

You got everything on the table I intend to offer.

If I were you, I'd make do.

-Excuse me. -Ray.

-Good morning, Frank. -Chief.

Just caught my worthy opponent on one of those morning wake-up shows.

So did I.

-(door closes) -Is that so? Hmm.

We'll have to give you more to do up here.

Dropped by the hospital to visit Fay, she had it on.

How is she? How's her little one?

Both fine. Coming home soon.

What did you think of Ozzie?

Ah! A bunch of stumbling generalities. It's almost embarrassing.

But now, he did dredge up the Red Zone, Frank.

And my opinion guy says

that I might have a little vulnerability on the smut issue.

The Red Zone is in Midtown, Chief.

We're all one city, Frank.

Let's not invoke petty parochial distinctions.

I don't want Midtown cops. That's Ozzie's precinct.

No.

I want some of your people, Frank, undercover in one of those sex palaces.

My people have been double-shifting for two months

trying to keep the lid on a gang war.

Frank, in addition to catering to every warped mind in the city,

these places are your basic five and dimes for fencing drugs.

Now, I want some bust down there.

Monday at the latest.

Monday at 4:00 p.m.?

4:00 p.m. would be perfect.

Evening news the night before we vote.

And if I told you that this operation commenced a week ago,

I just don't want Ozzie accusing me of reacting to his nonsense.

This comes close to politicizing

this department's activities, don't you think?

This ain't horseshoes, Captain.

Get your people down there.

I'm gonna win this election, Frank.

(door closes)

People, pornography is a bog,

a quagmire from which law enforcement seldom returns with its prey,

and accordingly, Operation Tenderloin will take as its objectives

those bottom-dwellers who thrive in smut's habitat,

the drug dealers, the traffickers in stolen articles.

We're after pushers and fences, right, Lieutenant?

Correct.

Our target is Murray's Wonderland, a veritable supermarket of filth.

Now, however unpleasant this may be,

some of you are going to have to take on the colorations of that environment.

Some of you are going to have to take jobs at Murray's.

Now, obviously, our first concern

is to secure the cooperation of the proprietor.

(scoffs) Murray?

He'll have to hire some of you on.

Now, I thought--

Lieutenant, uh, lieutenant, trust us, okay?

We'll set it up with Murray.

What are you, crazy? I'm gonna hire cops?

J.D.: Four of us.

NEAL: We're not gonna hassle your customers.

We want traffickers--

MICK: Dealers, and fences.

What about my employees?

I got people who've been with me two and three months.

-Give them a couple days off. -Paid vacation.

Do it, Murray. It beats plan B.

Which is what?

-You don't wanna know. -Oh, yeah, I do!

Okay.

Yeah, Pit Bull, Pit Bull, this is Top Dog. Play him a few bars.

(police sirens wail)

Oh, come on!

No good. This is no good. I'm calling my mouthpiece.

Okay, we'll hassle your trade.

And we got a big truck parked about a block away.

Drive right up to your front door and bust your whole inventory.

You can't do this. I got people on retainer.

Threatening my inventory!

Let me talk to Al.

J.D.: Sure, they'll get your inventory back for you.

-Out of there. Show me some ID. -(shouts)

-(screaming continues) -Get him down!

(grunts)

(screams)

-(telephone receiver slams) -Oh! My Wonderland.

My Wonderland!

-Oh! -Come on, Murray.

Four of us... undercover.

Okay, okay, I guess it's time to call the truck.

-Yeah, yeah, Bull Moose, Bull Moose-- -All right, all right, call them off!

We're hired?

That's it. We're done.

Is it your ribs?

(groans) Like a mule. The kid must be on dust.

All right, we'll get you to Emergency, all right?

No, (groans) I'm okay.

On second thought...

-(murmurs) -All right, just five minutes.

Ow. Damn.

I think it's awful upright of the department

to give us an hour and a half off to vote.

Read your union mail, Renko. We won that in our last negotiation.

-Is that so? -Yup.

Well, the point is this--

I know you're gonna vote for Ozzie Cleveland,

and I have absolutely no sensitivity in informing you of the fact

that unless I get hit by a bus, I'm gonna vote for Chief Daniels.

-So? -So that means that we're gonna spend

an hour and a half next Tuesday just canceling each other out.

I don't figure it that way.

(sighs) Well, I figure there's about a hundred more things

I'd rather be doing with my time than that.

Renko, you can do whatever you want with your hour and a half.

I'm gonna spend my time voting for Ozzie.

I'm gonna wake up next Wednesday knowing I voted for him.

Robert, I always knew you were a man of strong convictions,

but I never figured you for a fanatic.

WOMAN (on radio): Unit 2202, priority backup.

Prowlers, second floor.

1095 Lemoyne Avenue.

Unit 2202 responding.

(car door squeaks)

Which apartment?

I don't know. All they said was second floor.

This is unit 2207 at Lemoyne.

Any backups on the way?

Roger, 2207. Unit 2202 rolling, priority.

-I got the back. I'll meet you up there. -All right.

(indistinct conversation)

Police. Who's there?

Identify yourself.

Oh, my God.

Anyone else here?

Okay, call it in.

Mike, call it in!

WOMAN (over P.A.): Doctor Malloy to the E.R.

So, Officer Bates...

Do you come here often?

-What happened? -(sighs)

I knocked this kid out with my ribs,

the one getting all the medical attention.

-(groans) -It must have been quite a brawl.

So, what do you think it is?

Oh, smart money's on a cracked rib.

-Let's get a picture. -(shouting)

COFFEY: Calm down. Take it easy.

Your face is melting!

-All right, kid. -(grunting)

-Get the handcuffs on him. -(shouting continues)

All right, now, it's all right. Calm down.

-(screams) -Calm down.

It's all right. Calm down.

MICK: Don't come in here with a $20 bill.

Don't you have anything smaller than that, Ace?

-Excuse me. -No minors!

Does your mother know you're here?

What are you doing here?

Show me some money, hairbag, or beat it.

(whispers) Armagast. Midtown.

-Get that out of sight, will you? -This is Murray's.

Who said guys from the Hill could do Murray's?

Division said, so get off my foot.

Show me the paperwork. Who's in command here?

If you don't walk away from me, Hairball,

I'm gonna make an example to these sick birds

how I don't tolerate weirdos!

I'm taking this downtown.

You guys on the Hill, you're all mental cases.

(growls)

We got the call, backups were on the way,

Kolzicki and I separated.

MAN: Where did Kolzicki go?

Around back... up the fire escape.

I went inside.

I found a door open, and I entered.

Did you signal your partner that you were entering the apartment?

No, he was still outside.

Then what happened?

I entered.

It was dark... empty.

I heard this noise somewhere and...

A TV.

I went into the bedroom.

Describe what you saw.

Not much.

It was dark.

Just the TV set.

And I, uh...

And I, uh, saw somebody...

crouched on the floor behind the bed.

Just behind...

-(thuds) -I thought it was a prowler!

(sobs)

I thought it was a prowler.

-Did you identify yourself? -Yes!

He pointed a gun. I mean, it looked so real!

How much time did you have to react before you discharged your weapon?

Not much. A second.

A second! I mean, I'd give anything to take it back!

I've got kids of my own! But I thought--

I believed, you know, I believed there was a weapon!

I believed it!

Officer Perez, we're just here to get your statement.

I know. I know. I know.

(softly) I know. I'm... I'm upset.

Is it true the police were acting on what appears to have been a crank call?

-Have you found the mother? -I don't have all the facts yet.

It appears to be a tragedy for all concerned.

-Excuse me. -Ozzie.

Excuse me. Ozzie, a moment.

-What the hell happened? He shot a kid? -All I heard was the news report.

Frank, what in God's name happened?

IAD's in with Perez right now. I haven't had a chance to talk to him.

But he shot a child?

Whom he mistook for a prowler.

That's the preliminary information.

Since when is it policy to shoot a prowler?

He thought there was a gun.

They're still busy getting all the facts together.

Ozzie, uh, I think this is something we should both agree right now

that we do not throw into the political hopper.

I have no intentions of doing that.

-But I want to know the facts! -And you'll know them. I promise you.

You will not be on the outside.

I just think this is too incendiary and too tragic a situation--

I agree. I agree.

Let's not play politics.

I won't if you won't.

(telephones ringing)

Frank. ADA Bernstein is here.

Ray, is there anything I should know about Perez?

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He was experiencing some financial difficulties,

-but he's got it under control now. -Okay.

Maybe I should just pitch a tent in your squad room, Frank.

Maybe you should try trusting your chain of command.

All right.

We got a way to go on the kid's mother.

Meaning what?

Meaning I took the liberty of discussing the situation with your superiors,

and both the D.A. and the City Corporation Council

think we're dealing with a wrong broad here.

Wait a second.

I'd understood we were here to discuss charging Perez.

I think this is probably a meeting to discuss all the pertinent facts.

One of which is we seem to be dealing with a felony endangerment.

Another of which, as the captain has just informed me,

is that I need to let the chain of command function.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

-(door closes) -I think we're a little premature

in filing for endangerment, aren't we, Frank?

-Have your men done a door to door? -Of course.

What did they get on the mother?

Last seen yesterday morning.

Two days!

Dennis, I'd like to get the information on the crime itself.

Then I'd like to call my office. (sighs) They were answering a prowler call?

Some neighbor phoned it in.

Turns out she has a history of crank calls.

Look, there's no question we're gonna have to move on Perez.

The point is we've got a separate and legitimate endangerment complaint

against the mother, so let's move on that!

Take a little heat off the department, right?

And the Chief! You're damn right!

Perez is your damn cop, Furillo. Why don't you get behind him?

How does supporting Perez translate into crucifying--

You listen to me. It's your precinct.

Get a warrant out on this woman. You pick her up.

I won't have her treated like a criminal. Where in the hell is your decency?

Excuse me, Captain. Hill and Renko just called.

They're still at the premises. Do you want them in?

At the woman's apartment?

Just tell them to wait there.

Tell them to inform Mrs. Robson and ask her please to come in.

We can send over a warrant.

No warrants. Just tell them to bring her in.

We want to ask her a couple of questions.

-How is IAD coming with Perez? -Just about finished.

Tell Perez no statements.

Ray...

How's it going, Mike?

Okay, Captain.

Do you wanna talk?

What's... What's the story? Have they found the parents?

There's a mother, but they're still looking.

Have you told Maria yet?

¿Quiera que yo lo haga?

No, gracias. I'll do it.

It's just, um... I'll do it a little later.

They're gonna... put me on the desk, huh?

They're gonna take you off field duty for now.

You can write up your report.

Yes, sir.

I just hope that people... understand.

I... I believed there was a weapon.

BOBBY: I don't know.

Talked to him at the roll call. He seemed fine. He seemed real steady.

Yeah, just like my grandpapa used to say,

"You can put your shoes in the oven, but that don't make 'em biscuits."

What's that supposed to mean?

What it means is, he could be real steady this morning,

but that don't do that little boy a lick of good this afternoon, does it?

Ma'am, are you Mrs.-- Mrs. Robson?

What's wrong?

There's been a terrible accident, ma'am. I'm afraid your--

Jimmy!

Ma'am. Ma'am, uh...

I'm sorry, but your... your boy's been shot.

-Jimmy's dead? -Yes, ma'am.

I told him not to leave the apartment.

-He promised me-- -He didn't leave, ma'am.

Someone reported that there was a problem on the premises,

and a police officer came to look into it

and mistook your son for the prowler.

Your son had a toy gun that appeared to be a real gun,

and the police officer accidentally... shot him.

(crying)

Oh... Oh, no.

A police officer?

Yes, ma'am.

A police officer?

Yes.

(sobs)

He's all I got in the world!

Mrs. Robson...

Mrs. Robson?

We need to take you down to the station to clear up some things.

Can you come down there with us?

Where's Jimmy now?

They took him to the hospital.

Is he all right?

He's in the hospital morgue.

I...

Can I please go see him?

We'll take you there on our way.

I thought he would be all right.

I told him-- I told him to stay inside.

(car engine revving)

(whistling)

What do you want?

Hey, what's happenin', sister?

Lookin' for the lounge.

Dude out there said I could eat my sandwich in the employees' lounge.

-Go ahead. -All right.

Let's see what we got here, now.

Damn!

Supposed to be ham and cheese. Looks like it's just cheese.

You want some?

-Name's Steve. -Vicki.

I don't know about this place.

That dude Murray, what kind of jive is he into?

"Bring the bucket, man! Bring the bucket, man!"

Up and down, up and down.

Dude better not be talking that jive to me!

I'm gonna pop him!

So, uh... How long you had this gig, sister?

Couple months.

Dude pay?

-Oh, yeah, he pay. -(scoffs)

Better not give him no noise, though, 'cause he'll fire your butt.

Hey, I do my job, right? I mean, I do my job.

Yeah.

I'll take some sandwich.

All right, baby.

But it ain't got no mustard. I mean, it tastes just like gel, baby.

No problem.

Hey, uh...

Look here, sister...

Now, uh...

You wouldn't know where a brother could get high around here, would you?

Could be.

When's a good time?

I'll find you.

Hey, that's cool, baby.

Check you out later.

Hey, hey. Save that one for later, all right?

Hey, you hang loose, now, okay, baby?

(humming)

(laughs)

(laughing)

(door opens)

(clears throat)

(chattering)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(thuds)

(coins drop)

Excuse me. (clears throat)

That was rather clumsy.

I'm your therapist. Liz.

Oh, Liz?

I thought Doreen was...

You want Doreen? Maybe she'll be back tomorrow.

What's your name?

Uh...

Edward.

(clears throat) Ed.

So, uh, Ed...

Anything you wanna talk to me about? You wanna talk to me about your problem?

-(coins clank) -Well...

(clears throat)

I can't think--

Seem to think of anything offhand. (chuckles)

You don't have to be shy with me, Ed.

Well...

I suppose my libido could stand a little shoring up in the area of...

reciprocal inhibition.

I find it difficult sometimes to settle the conflicts that arise

from suppressed consummatory action and genuine covert behavior.

It's the fate of your ego ideal

in your modern sexual arena, I realize,

and yet, like the god Janus,

(stutters) I seem always to be looking back

at the sublimations of the past.

Come on, honey. We're wasting time here.

Let me have a peek at your real problem, huh?

I want you to tell me what happened, Mrs. Robson.

Nothing to tell.

Why did you leave your son alone in the apartment?

I had to go stand in line for a job.

They were only taking the first 20 people, so I had to get there early as I could.

I see.

Uh, what job? Where did you stand in line?

Excuse me. Let's make this clear. Is my client under arrest or not?

She is not.

Is she free to leave?

Not at this time.

Mrs. Robson, I'd advise you not to answer any further questions.

What's the difference?

If they ask me, I'll answer them.

The gas company had the jobs.

And why didn't you have someone stay with your son?

I couldn't afford a sitter.

I was already owing her $2.

My boy was hungry,

and...

if I didn't get a job, he wasn't gonna eat.

Are you saying that I killed my boy?

Are you saying that I killed him?

Mrs. Robson, these men are your enemies right now.

They brought you here to make you a scapegoat.

I did leave him alone, didn't I?

In what condition was the boy...

your son, when you left?

Was he asleep?

No.

He gets up with me.

But he won't be getting up anymore.

I won't have to feed him.

Go on, please.

Um...

Before I left this morning, I...

I sat down and I talked to him for a real long time.

And...

I said, "Jimmy, are you gonna be a good boy while your mommy's gone?

You can't go climbing around and getting into things."

And then he said,

"Yes, ma'am."

And...

And I left him... and...

Oh, my God!

(sobs) Oh, God!

They can do anything they want to me if it brings my baby back!

I killed him!

I killed my baby!

(crying)

I think we're done now.

(telephones ringing)

We've got enough to file.

When she comes out of the room, I want her transferred to Michigan Avenue.

On what charge?

Based on her admission in that room,

we can make child abandonment and felony endangerment stick.

I'm sorry, Frank. I've got my orders.

City Corporation Counsel's also in favor, and most of all,

your own department is pushing it.

You don't think the press and public

are gonna know exactly what you're trying to do?

And what's that, Furillo?

Divert attention from a tragic police involvement,

avoid a major lawsuit against the city.

You're making a lot of uninformed assumptions there, Frank.

Sorry. We're gonna arrest your client.

Charge is child abandonment and endangerment.

I don't believe this.

I'll make it as easy as I possibly can.

God, isn't there any common decency left in the world?

It's all political hatchet-work for Daniels, isn't it?

The arraignment's this afternoon. She's in custody until then.

Good. You'll have time to shave her head and tattoo a number on her arm.

Mrs. Robson?

You shot my boy.

I've got a little boy of my own...

and if anything were to happen to him, I'd die.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry!

The Lord is forgiveness.

But I killed him!

I shot him!

I know.

I know it wasn't in your heart to hurt my Jimmy.

We both have to live with it.

I don't hate you.

Mrs. Robson, will you come with me, please?

(telephone ringing)

Your office, Frank?

According to what I've managed to piece together,

you raided a porno supermarket in Midtown this morning,

made arrests and put four of your men on the premises.

I can hazard a good guess as to what's going on,

but I think I should hear it from you.

-That operation's a week old, hoss. -The hell it is.

It's a cheap, shoddy attempt

to put a feather in Candidate Daniels' cap on election day,

and I'm tempted to holler the whole thing to the press.

I think you can only hurt yourself by doing that, hoss.

Daniels will just blame you for endangering the operation.

-I'm sorry you weren't told, but-- -Frank? Excuse me.

We have a serious problem downstairs.

I'm sorry, Ozzie.

(water running)

He won't come out, Captain.

Mike, I'm gonna help you out of there, okay?

Captain...

Captain, my weapon was discharged. He was still alive.

He looked at me.

He was holding my leg and...

He was looking up at me as if I could help him.

He continued to hold my leg, and...

(stutters) He was...

He was holding it like... like this.

Michael, let's stand up, okay?

All right?

Get him dried off.

I'm okay, Captain. I'm okay.

I just... wanna go home for a while.

-Bobby... -Yeah?

Bobby...

Call his wife, Ray. Send him home with a couple of uniforms.

Tell them not to leave till she gets there.

-How you feeling? -Tape's a little tight, but I'm okay.

-You sure? -I'm fine.

Hey, Andy, how's Perez?

Took him home.

-You tell his wife? -Yeah, we told her.

Poor guy just freaked out.

Well, he's been under a lot of pressure lately.

That restaurant thing, them debts get to you.

When you start out wound a couple notches too tight to begin with,

you go into a dark room--

And what, J.D.? And what?

Nothing, Luce, just nothing.

If you're saying he killed the kid because of home problems,

that's a crock.

Take it easy, Luce.

No, you take it easy! You take it easy!

I killed a kid once.

It had nothing to do with the rest of my life. It just happens.

There's a situation, you use your judgment, and that's it.

You're right, Luce. You're right.

It happens.

I think Mike deserves better than us second-guessing him.

No argument there, babe.

Joe...

I think I have to go to the hospital...

'cause I can't... breathe.

Just take it easy there. Come on.

(wheezing)

Three bucks' worth.

Stand further away from me.

-(coughs) -(money rustles)

(whistling)

-NEAL: Oh, 'scuse me, y'all. -Hey, get lost, Jim.

He's all right, Chris. He's just a junkie mopper.

I gotta leave.

Hey, sweet cakes, I got a job for you.

-I already got a job. -Then you're gonna double up.

Got a package for our Chicago friend.

Come Monday, you're gonna take a bus ride. Got that?

Mm-hm. That's my sugar.

You want something, Jim?

Want me to tell you about it, Jim, tell you how it is?

-(gasps) -You keep an eye on my lady.

You tell me if anybody tries to get evil with her. You got that, Jim?

Monday, baby.

I'm coming for you.

(scoffs)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Okay, sister. We got a whole new situation here now, baby.

Look, nothing bad's gonna happen to you.

I'm not gonna bust you. Unless, of course, you don't help me out.

(stutters) What do you want?

Quincy.

WOMAN (over P.A.): Nurse Mangero, report to O.B. stat...

-What's that? -What does it look like?

A shiv.

You got it.

What are you gonna do with it?

Standard operating procedure.

Make a small incision so we can pressurize the chest wall and inflate your lung.

-Can you feel that? -Mm-mm.

-Is that good? -Yep.

That cracked rib gave us a very small puncture, and that's the problem.

Like a balloon.

That's the idea.

-Hurts to talk, doesn't it? -Mm-hmm.

So I'll talk.

We're gonna put this tube in...

and pump your chest up with that gizmo there.

It'll hurt a little bit, but not a lot.

Then in a few days...

Maybe you'll let me take you out to dinner.

(chuckles)

A pass?

Officer Bates, I am an honorable man. Tell her, nurse.

-He's a very honorable man. -Thank you.

When are you gonna put the tube in?

-It's in. -Hmm?

Feel better?

Yeah.

Good.

We're gonna be admitting you for a few days now.

No way.

Wait a minute. I'm the doctor here.

Besides, I'm on all night. I'll come in and see you.

Okay?

Yeah.

(sighs)

Okay.

Your mouth is gonna be kind of dry.

Would you like a Popsicle?

What kind would you like?

(sighs)

Banana.

Banana it is.

Do we have an ROR report?

Your Honor, the report shows the same address for three years,

ties to the community, and, of course, no prior criminal involvement.

Emphasize the confession of absenteeism.

We've got the statement.

Will you identify yourself for the court, sir?

Deputy Chief Dennis Mahoney.

Chief Mahoney, District Attorney Bernstein,

Ms. Davenport, if you'll approach.

This is something out of Kafka.

Judge, we have a felony endangerment--

Your Honor, this woman's son was shot and killed this morning.

Leaving aside for the moment the fact that these charges are a crock,

there's the matter of her arranging a funeral.

I petition for immediate recognizance release.

Objection?

No.

Irwin, all I'm going to say is,

you better have something to show me when we go to Substance.

Step back.

Preliminary hearing, 72 hours.

The defendant is released on her own recognizance.

Mrs. Robson...

the court's deepest sympathies are with you.

Thank you, sir.

Recess, ten minutes.

Irwin... We'll get you Substance.

(murmuring)

Sorry. Stuck in traffic.

Oh, that's okay.

She just fell asleep.

-Rough, huh? -Yeah.

We all ready?

Well, you know, they have to take me out in a wheelchair, insurance.

Right, okay.

Are you okay, Henry?

You look a little ragged.

Uh...

One of our cops...

Killed a child today, I heard.

Could have been Josh.

Could have been Frank Jr.

I know. It's horrible.

But...

What?

Well, nobody can help that child anymore.

I mean, I just think that...

we have to hold on to and be thankful

for all the children that are alive in the world.

It's the only way we can live finely.

Can I hold her?

There you go.

JOYCE: The veal that bad?

No, the veal's fine. It's good.

(sighs)

Yeah, I know.

I can't eat either.

The thought of arresting that boy's mother...

-They'll dismiss at the preliminary. -I gave the order to take her, you know.

Frank, when I defend some creep...

you understand that it's part of my job.

Of course.

And you don't decide whether to forgive me.

You don't expect me to apologize.

No.

Well, we're married, pizza man.

I love you.

I know what you do.

I know your integrity.

It's about an inch away from my heart.

-Thank you. -(telephone rings)

Furillo.

When?

I'll be right there.

Where are my keys?

Perez tried to hang himself.

Where'd I put them? Damn it, they were right here.

Under the mail.

I love you.

I'll be late.

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