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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Who's there?

I thought it was a prowler! He pointed a gun.

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.

Take a little heat off the department, right?

-Is she free to leave? -Not at this time.

-You shot my boy. -I'm sorry.

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

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

Ozzie Cleveland's a real nice guy.

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

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.

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

Oh, yeah?

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

I took the heat off this department and off Fletcher Daniels.

I did what had to be done.

Why are you telling me?

You let loose a hatchet man,

and now you want to disavow any responsibility.

-You want it both ways! -That is patently untrue.

-Now, don't look at her, Nicky. -NICKY: She keeps looking at me!

Now, where's my stuff?

Oh, Lord, I'm green!

(people chattering)

Item six, the Emily Post bandit, Deedee, please.

Said felon hit the Hill again yesterday,

making a forced withdrawal

from a savings and loan on West 116th Street.

Once again, witnesses remark this perpetrator's impeccable manners.

They were taken by his frequent use of, "Yes, ma'am," and "No, ma'am,"

while receiving the teller of the cash drawer's contents.

They were charmed

by his keeping his hardware directed at the floor.

(laughter)

Presumably, because it's impolite to point,

and by his apologies on departure

for any inconvenience he might have caused.

A speculative tally

would put the number of jobs this gentleman's pulled

at 27 in the last month.

There is no reason his poly test

ought to prompt an equal deference from the police.

Now, you've been given a description sheet.

Study it. Catch him.

Item seven, detectives Duck, LaRue, and Washington continue

their mission of the infamous and occasionally infectious

8th Street porn palace, Murray's Wonderland,

to be rejoined later in the a.m. by Lieutenant Hunter.

Now, it is necessary for me to mention that since this operation began,

certain peculiar items have surfaced about these premises.

For example, this all-leather, metal-studded headpiece.

(cheering)

Following considerable open-minded speculation,

it is not headgear for showering.

(laughter)

And this correctional device...

(cheering)

...is not a nontoxic, nonpolluting roach killer.

(laughter)

Although, I admit, several of our roaches have been naughty of late.

(laughter)

And this illustrated autobiography

of 8-millimeter film great Angela Anxious...

(cheering)

...entitled, It Hurts, But I Love It.

(laughter)

Not on the city library's list of recommended reading.

I ask the guilty party or parties disseminating these souvenirs to cease

or risk having his or her mind washed out with soap

by yours truly upstairs.

Item eight is an update on Officer Michael Perez.

I'm afraid no visitors are being allowed at this point.

The address is posted upstairs.

I'm sure we can all spare a few seconds to drop a card or a note.

You're all hereby apprised of two funds, one for the Perez family,

as you know, they were feeling the pinch prior to this situation,

and the other to aid Mrs. Doris Robson, with funeral expenses for her son.

Officer Schnitz is taking the donations.

Item last...

Now, it's one more day till the election.

It's been my personal observation

that the topic has been a source of heated hallway debate.

Now, debate is healthy, but let's keep it amiable.

Let's give our fellow grown-ups a chance

to make an uncoerced, well-thought-out decision.

Okay, that's it. Let's roll.

And let's be very careful out there.

I think I ought to go by and see Maria.

Just to let her know we're thinking about Mike.

Say, Leo, you got change for a $20?

-Ten each, please. -Thank you.

-(sighs) -BOBBY: Give me the classified section.

Those stairs are murder.

-When's he checking you out? -This afternoon.

What's the idiot grin for?

You're not making excuses to see your squeeze, are you, Luce?

I don't have to make excuses. We have a date tonight.

And the sergeant threw this away for a reason.

-I was gonna throw it back. -Mm-hm. Sure you were.

How can she do that?

-Tongue depressors. -Ooh. Ah.

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)

Will you take care of this, please?

It's not unusual.

New candidates generate new interest.

-Ray, morning. -Good morning.

FLETCHER: Mr. Whitcamp would like to use the computer facilities

for a few minutes, if it's all right with you.

Yeah, I need the phone link at the division.

Go right ahead.

Well, Ramon, gonna watch the debate?

Yes, Chief.

Ray, I'm sorry about our harsh words the other day.

I know you've got a shopping list.

It is not a shopping list.

A legitimate agenda, then, things you want for your constituency.

My people, Chief.

-I am not running for office. -Your people, then.

Ray, what I'm trying to say is I'll listen.

I just can't give you specifics at this time.

What I can offer you

is a ride to the debate in my limo.

Limo?

I'm taking my best campaigners by chauffeured limousine.

When we're there, I want you in the front row.

I need to know you're on the team, Ray.

I'm sorry, Chief. I can no longer promise that.

Then I may have to break a promise of my own.

If that costs me my captaincy, so be it.

So, Ozzie Cleveland got to you, did he?

No one got to me, not Cleveland, not you.

I just have to think.

Give my seat to someone else.

Chief, I think you should be in on the status session

with Deputy Chief Mahoney about the Robson shooting.

I'm a little rushed for time this morning, Frank.

You and Dennis handle it.

Gonna get me a bust at that porn palace by 4:00, Frank?

That's our plan.

-Well? -Cleveland's up.

Three points in Winchester, five points in Eastlake,

three points in the River District,

-and as for the Black communities-- -Let me see that.

Unbelievable. It's a horse race.

I mean, he isn't really even organized yet.

My hunch is, you know, people just like the guy.

Morning, Chief, Frank.

Don't ever run for office, Dennis.

I'm an isolated man locked inside an electronic Tower of Babel.

We're holding the fort, Chief.

Let's go, Frank.

There's definitely enough to hold this Robson woman

for the grand jury, don't you think so, Frank?

No, I don't.

You think they'll dismiss?

I think they should.

Well, even if they do...

even if they do, we got the word out on that woman.

We got the story out. That child was left alone.

Who are you trying to convince, Dennis?

I took the heat off this department and off Fletcher Daniels.

-I did what had to be done. -Why are you telling me?

Because I know I'm right. I know that's what he wanted to do.

You're probably close there.

I think he wanted it done.

(door opens)

May I help you?

I know where somebody is.

Who?

Yeah, well, I got to be sure of some things first.

Don't arrest me.

Arrest me, and I don't tell you anything.

And I want a methadone program today, right now.

You promise me or I don't say anything.

What's your name, miss?

Desiree... Desiree Handel.

Well, it's like this, Desiree.

Unless you give us some idea about who this somebody is,

we can't do anything for you.

The Emily Post bandit, you talk about him on TV.

You tell us where we can find him, I'll see you get in a program.

Today, no screwing around.

And I want a lawyer to make sure you guys do like you promise.

That, too.

He's a junkie, he...

He has to get high this afternoon, so he's doing a bank this morning.

What's his name? What bank?

Nicky...

Nicky Kasner.

He said the bank on Jefferson.

-There's four on Jefferson. Which one? -I don't know. Uh...

One he did before.

Hey, where's my lawyer?

-Four units to Jefferson? -Please.

This guy...

some prior relationship to you?

He stinks, that's all.

We're through.

I can only take so much.

Hey, I give you a five, you give me change for a one?

-What's that? -(growls)

All right, all right, all right, lighten up.

Don't you feed this guy?

I've been watching you, kid.

You got a real flair for this type of work.

-You ever think of quitting the cops? -No.

Too bad. You can make a buck in this racket.

-I could teach you the business. -I'm not interested.

Hey, wait a minute.

Tell me something.

What's the worst pain in the world?

What's the absolute worst thing a human being can be made to suffer?

I don't know, Murray. Uh, torture.

Loneliness.

Murray's combats loneliness.

So do churches, Murray. So do ballgames.

So do libraries and social clubs.

And so does Murray's.

Granted, Murray's takes a slightly different angle, but...

Excuse me. Where's Murray's Animal Kingdom?

Renamed "Murray's World of Alternative Lifestyles," third floor.

Thanks.

Maybe you're one of the lucky ones with a wife and kids to go home to.

A lot of people got nothing.

They go to a little room every night,

and eat a frozen dinner, and watch TV.

All the while, they're crying inside for somebody to love them.

Me, I try to give them something to hold onto in the dark.

Murray, I got to tell you, that's very poetic.

I don't know. Maybe you're an all right guy.

But what you got here, Murray,

this ain't right.

Kid, to each his own. (mumbles)

Murray wants everybody to be happy, irregardless of what that involves.

It's a wonderful world.

(Mick laughs)

Whoa, hey!

Quincy gonna know. He can read my eyes. He knows when I'm scared.

Look, maybe he's got you believing that, but it ain't true.

Now, it's gonna work. We're gonna bust that sucker clean.

Hey, hey, hey. Look. She's just a little hinky, babe.

Oh, yeah, sure. Come on, let's get her downstairs for some air.

Hey, haven't you ever heard of the Hill Street battle cry?

"Never fear, J.D.'s here."

Seems pretty copacetic to me.

Just watch your driving, Robert.

I'm perfectly capable of scoping this situation out by myself.

Excuse me, Sherlock.

Take a right here, go by First Citizens.

Looks like we're gonna spend this entire day

just driving around in a car doing nothing.

Since when did that matter to you?

What's this here?

(siren wailing)

Jefferson pursuing robbery suspect on...

Hey, come on. Come here!

Okay, hey, come on, I'm cool. I'm cool, don't hurt me.

-Hey, Renko! -Don't worry, partner.

I got it.

BOBBY: I said get up on your feet right now!

Come on!

Put your hands behind your back. Spread your legs.

Oh, Lord, I'm green!

Leo, one Emily Post robber.

LEO: Bill and Renko, collar of the day.

Yeah. And one pile of holdup money.

Leo, be careful with it.

Booby-trapped, huh?

How come it's all over Renko instead of him?

Why don't you mind your beeswax, Leo? Let's book him.

Whoa, whoa. My goodness. You're greener today.

You're using too much fertilizer, Andy.

-I'm telling you. -What you laughing about?

-Who, me? I'm not laughing. -You're laughing.

I need someone to take a customer over to county

for methadone treatment.

We're going anyway.

She told you, didn't she?

I have not got the slightest idea who you're talking about, bud.

Dye got me first time, too, man.

You sniff it when it's wet, you get a little high.

Is that so?

Perhaps you could enlighten me

and tell me how I can get this dye off of me.

-Turpentine. -Turpentine.

-It's primo, man. -Excuse me.

-I got to go and take care of this now. -Let's do some fingerprints.

Yes!

We did something like that on LARP in the delta.

It matched the sunlight coming through... (mumbles)

BOBBY: Toes on the line and face forward. Let's go.

Hey, you work your side of the fence, I work mine.

Just dig it.

No reason for everybody to hate everybody.

As long as you get your junk, right, Nick?

Hey, I'm not asking for the state of Montana.

-He's been advised? -Yep.

The Emily Post bandit.

-Say something polite, Nicky. -Come on. Give me a break.

-You had a heck of a run. -Hey, look, I'm sorry.

I mean, I didn't mean to make you guys look like jerks.

Uh, look...

I was telling the arresting officer, my problem is

I'm gonna need to get fixed pretty soon.

Federated Bank on 25th Street, Nicky, October 21st.

That girlfriend of mine. Can you believe that?

I mean, what's in it for her? She goes and does something like that.

How about the Certified National Bank on Utica,

October 10th, know anything about that?

I'm gonna need to get fixed, man.

You don't know anything about the Certified National Bank?

Look, Officer, Detective,

you got the pictures, you figure it out.

What am I gonna do, lie to you?

I got a $700-a-day habit, and I support her, too.

-By robbery? -No, by selling pencils.

Hey...

I never harmed anybody, right?

I mean, hell,

I would walk in, and I'd be so nice,

people couldn't give me enough of their money.

(chuckling) There was this one time, there was this one time,

this broad was so happy I wasn't gonna shoot her,

she reached into the other drawer, and she gave me that money, too.

Can you believe that?

I told Desiree about it.

We got high, and she sat in the car and watched me do a liquor store.

What liquor store?

It's true what they say about love, man, it stinks.

What liquor store?

Hey, look, Detective, I'm obviously talking here,

so give me a little rhythm, right?

I'm gonna need to get fixed the next few hours, all right?

-Put him on the bus. -Um, hey, Detective...

I mean, so you had a bad morning. I can relate to that.

I mean, look at the morning I've had.

Sorry. I'm not gonna fix you, Nicky.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Post.

I have tried industrial dye, and I have tried turpentine, and I--

You gotta use pumice stone with turpentine.

I don't think you get the idea.

You see, apparently, this dye has gone through my uniform

and discolored certain portions of my underneath.

Now, if you could find something

that might be a little milder on me, a little less--

Hey, you know, maybe there is, but I just don't know what it is.

-I'm sorry-- -You better start--

Are you out of your mind, Renko?

Look at me, man! Look at me!

Nicky... Nicky, I'm sorry.

You said you loved me, and now you go do something like this.

I do love you, Nicky. I'm sick.

You left me. You left me too long. You were playing with me.

I loved you, and now you go do something like this.

My client was promised that she'd be taken to county right away.

-We're on top of it. Coffey, Bates. -I was sick!

-You left me two days! -All right.

Well, she's on the mend.

Hey, can you do something about her disposition?

Shut up, Joe. Where's Desiree?

They're gonna keep her here. She has an abscess or something.

-I'll see you tonight. -Okay.

Hey, where you taking her?

-I mean, does this guy spring or what? -Shut up, Joe.

I'll submit a list for your approval.

-He's nice. -So you like him, huh?

What did I just say?

Do me a favor, button this up. Uh! Gotcha!

IRWIN: And so, based on evidence before the court, Your Honor,

the People believe there is enough to warrant

holding Miss Robson for the grand jury.

Mr. District Attorney, three days ago, I recalled telling you

that when we got to the particulars of this case,

you better show me something of substance.

What you've presented here leads me to conclude

that your prosecution of this woman

is nothing more than an attempt to protect this city

from a potentially expensive civil action.

Sir, I find that outrageous.

I am appalled.

Defendant, please rise.

Charge of felony child endangerment, dismissed.

Charge of child abandonment, dismissed.

-I'm so sorry. -Thank you, Your Honor.

JUDGE: As for the individuals in the police department,

the DA's office involved in this action,

I regret I'm not in power to sentence you to a little humanity.

-(gavel bangs) -Recess ten minutes.

(indistinct chattering)

WOMAN: Could you hold the elevator, please?

There will be a lot of press outside.

If you like, we can try and go around.

It doesn't matter.

Doris, there's nothing preventing you bringing suit against the city.

And there's every reason at this point to say you should.

You'd be my lawyer?

I'm afraid I'm not allowed,

but I'll give you names of some very good people.

If they don't pan out,

I'll give you a few myself.

Hey. How you doing?

Huh? Come here.

Yeah, you look like you're doing good.

-I'm fine. -That's swell. You take it easy, okay?

(sighs)

Quincy's taking his time.

She's getting ready to climb into a basket.

-Excuse me. Uh, Murray? -Upstairs, third floor.

No, no, he's not in his office. That's all right. I'll find him. Thanks.

-Was that-- -(both laughing)

No, no, no, no. Man, this is too good.

Ho, ho.

Al!

-Hey, Al. -John. How nice to see you.

-You look great. -You look great yourself.

So, uh, been keeping busy?

I think you know that I was suspended from law practice for six months.

Yeah, yeah. I, uh, I heard.

-John, it was a blessing. -Hey, that's great.

I had never been so depressed in my whole life.

I was-- I was actually contemplating suicide.

And then with the help of a tremendously sensitive

and caring therapist, I began to rethink the fundamental assumptions of my life.

-No kidding? -You see, my therapist told me

I had to go back to my early childhood,

act out my gender confusions so I can redefine my masculinity.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh. In a dress?

This is not a flirtation with a gay lifestyle, John.

-I wanna stress that. -Oh, hey.

-Okay? -Sure.

No. My therapist says this is just a phase.

And we have to crawl before we can walk.

Your... your therapist work here?

No. No, I'm here on business. The owner's a client.

-Murray? -Yeah.

You guys have put him in a rather ticklish situation.

He wants a little help in the legal rapids.

-Gotta go. Hey, great-great seeing you. -Oh, it's great seeing you, John.

Uh, look...

I'm back in circulation if-if you need an attorney.

Top of my list, Al. Huh?

(indistinct chattering)

You don't open this. You don't even talk.

-Bus get there, he be waiting, got that? -Police, suckers! Don't move!

J.D.!

Watch it, J.D.! Watch it!

-Freeze! -Get 'em, Neal!

Move! Move! Move!

HUNTER: The other way, the other way, Mick!

-(woman screams) -You ain't goin' nowhere!

-Murray, get down! Get down! -Freeze!

(women scream)

-Neal! -I'm okay.

-Backups are on the way. -Keep him on the floor.

-Cuff him, Neal! -Come on! Come on!

-(groans) I been shot. -Good!

-Hey, kid. Give me a hand here, will ya? -Take it easy, Murray. Take it easy.

NEAL: Come on, get up! Get up!

-I'm short of breath. -Don't move.

You're gonna be okay. Ambulance is on its way.

MURRAY: This is gonna cost me.

-(gasps) -MAN: That's it.

J.D.: Come on. There's the door. Let's go.

-I'm cut! -J.D.: Move!

(clears throat) Hell...

replace the glass and this-- these cases...

Seven...

Three hundred bucks without labor.

-You're covered, Mur. -(laughs)

Al? Is that you?

Yeah.

You look good.

(breathes heavily)

What a business. (gasps)

We're all set up. Now, I think you can safely say

it has a street value of $2.5 million.

-What? -What's the problem, Detective?

It's just a kilo, Chief.

Step on it five times, and it's still only worth half a million.

-Damn it! Somebody give me a number. -Say a million.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'll begin with a statement.

Operation Pit Bull,

our long-standing undercover investigation

of drug transactions in the pornographic trade

has today netted spectacular results.

We've broken a major drug ring and netted a quantity of heroin

with an estimated street value

of well in excess of one-and-a-quarter million dollars.

I'd like to specifically commend

the work of Detective Sergeant Neal Washington,

under whose leadership Operation Pit Bull racked up such impressive returns.

Truly one of this department's and this city's finest.

-(camera shutter clicks) -WOMAN: Shake hands again.

-(chattering) -You and me were there, weren't we?

Must have been exciting.

MAN: How long was the operation--

MAN 2: What's the word on the death of Murray--

-(chattering) -Fay, how nice to see you.

Chief, how about kissing the baby, Chief?

Well, surely. Here, come on. If I remember how to do this.

-Little fella. -Excuse me, please.

-What's your name, ma'am? -Fay Furillo,

and this is Catherine Elizabeth Furillo.

Are you Captain Furillo's wife?

Oh, no. We've been divorced for some time.

She weighs seven pounds, seven ounces soaking wet,

and she's healthy as a horse.

-MAN: She's beautiful. -FAY: Thank you.

-Who's the lucky father? -Judge Paul Grogan.

-Secret marriage? -I'm a single mother and proud of it.

Fay, I'm running a little late.

Chief, what's your position on city aid to unwed mothers?

Well, certainly we support the notion of motherhood.

-Fay, I'm running a little late. -Wait a minute.

Let me tell you something, mister.

This city's position on aid to single mothers stinks.

I mean, have you any idea what an unwed mother has to go through?

And the frustration of being shunted

from one agency to the other like-like meat in a sausage factory?

I think it's time that somebody paid some attention.

Fay, not now. Please.

When then?

I mean, when is this city gonna come out of the Dark Ages?

And when are we gonna get an enlightened administration

willing to come out for simple human rights for all women,

single or otherwise?

Fay, these are substantive questions, which I intend to address.

Unfortunately, the time allotted to candidates

rarely permits a personal reply. Excuse me.

MAN: Chief, how large was this narcotics ring?

(reporters clamoring)

Oh, you look like a boiled lobster, son.

Bobby, I have mutilated myself.

I have removed most of the skin from my southern half.

Is it-- is it still green?

No, it's sort of, like, bright red now.

I'm never gonna be the same man again.

Well, come on. I'll race you to the car. (laughing)

-This is all going downtown, Leo. -Right.

Nice bust, Detective.

A citizen got killed, sir.

I thought it was just that porno operator.

Well, he was a citizen.

Our work isn't often neat. Sometimes people get hurt.

-Will you excuse me, sir, please? -In a minute.

I want to mend a fence with you.

Hey, if the chief gets elected,

there's a good chance you'll be calling me "boss."

No, sir.

What? Sorry, I--

If you become chief, that's when I start looking for a new job.

-Now, hold on... -Please listen to me, sir.

I've seen the way you've tried to hurt people up here,

and I'll tell you the truth.

I'd rather work for the guy who ran that sleaze joint,

and I already turned that job down.

Now, please. Excuse me, sir.

DANIELS (on TV): My figures indicate the completed pavilion

will pump $25 million into our local economy.

Giving points for slick, Howard?

Carriage and grooming, Henry, the facts of electronic life.

DANIELS (on TV): ...no later than this time next year.

MAN (on TV): Commander Cleveland?

(clears throat) I'm afraid I'm not up to date

on the figures concerning the pavilion.

I'm sorry. I didn't have time.

If it brings jobs, I'm for it.

Pretty vague.

MAN (on TV): ...from Kirk Robertson of The Herald.

May we have your reactions to the shooting

of five-year-old Jimmy Robson by a police officer?

Specifically, to the department's handling of the officer involved

and the bringing charges against the dead boy's mother.

FLETCHER: Certainly.

The Internal Affairs investigation of Officer Perez is ongoing.

Their findings are due within the week.

Pending those, any comment by me would be premature.

As for the charges against Mrs. Robson,

I would like to read a copy of a letter, for the record,

sent to Judge Oberman's Superior Court yesterday morning.

"Dear sir,

occupied as I have been with the current campaign,

I've had to delegate many day-to-day responsibilities

of the department.

Without second-guessing the judgment of those who brought them,

please note that the pursuance of the charges against Mrs. Doris Robson

occurred without my prior knowledge or consent.

I personally abhor this action

and hope this will be a factor in your deliberations.

The city of which I would like to be mayor

would not bring charges against a Doris Robson.

Sincerely, Fletcher Daniels."

Did you or did you not before the debate,

ask me not to politicize the Robson shooting?

FLETCHER: A tragedy of this magnitude transcends--

Did you or did you not apprise me of that letter before now?

I didn't see it as necessarily germane--

What purpose does making that letter public serve you now?

On an issue as sensitive as this, the public has the right to know--

CLEVELAND: I saw you at the Hill Street Station

when the decision was made to pursue that charge, Chief Daniels.

FLETCHER: Now, just a minute, Ozzie. Are you calling me a liar?

Call it what you like. It's clear.

You let loose the hatchet man and now you want to disavow

any responsibility.

-You want it both ways. -That is patently untrue.

CLEVELAND: You didn't keep your word, Fletcher.

A woman lost her son,

a policeman's life and career are irretrievably damaged.

And the public deserves better from us than pious, self-serving rationalization

at the expense of innocent lives.

I have no quarrel with that. I was simply...

I was trying to indicate my position.

I'll have to give Cleveland that round on points.

That was no decision, Howard. That was a knockout.

JUDGE: It is the decision of this court

that Mr. Donald Quincy be detained without bail.

Return date to superior court will be in one week.

-(gavel bangs) -Bailiff...

BAILIFF: Docket number 199436.

Nicholas Kasner, 22 counts of 1605, robbery in the first degree.

Mr. Kasner is allegedly the Emily Post robber, Your Honor.

If you're thinking murder two on Quincy and Masters,

you're whistling downwind.

See, you want to get them to cop to a manslaughter, simple possession,

you'll get the same eight to ten they're gonna serve anyway.

BAILIFF: Case is on for bail setting. Defendant is indigent.

Representation by public defender's office.

Alan? Alan Wachtel?

Representing the estate of the late Murray Kaplan.

Sorry, Alan.

I'm not tossing the criminal charges

just so you can begin pursuing us in civil court.

Excuse me, do I have to point out

to you that Murray Kaplan died a hero for this city?

Is this the gratitude he gets, hm? Pauperism for his wife and his children?

-Irwin. -You're in my way.

-Al, come on, huh? -(gavel bangs)

Excuse me. What's the problem here?

There's no problem, Your Honor.

-Counselor Wachtel? -Yes, sir.

-It's good to see you back in court. -Thank you, sir.

If you've got a moment, I'd like to see you in chambers.

Certainly.

See to the heart of things, Irwin.

See what would have been best for Murray Kaplan.

Okay, come on, come on.

(grunting)

(screaming)

-So you really liked him, huh? -Yeah.

Well... Stuart. Stu.

He's a nice guy.

I gotta tell you I was worried that...

I don't know, that you would give me a hard time.

I don't even give you the benefit of the doubt.

You know something? I think you're really coming along.

I mean, I think you're really developing a sense of warmth.

Something wrong, Joe?

Uh-uh.

So then why you sitting there like you got a broken neck?

You know those little black spots that float around in your eye,

and no matter how hard you try, you can never look at one?

Yeah.

Well, I got one balanced right in the middle,

and I'm looking right at it.

That's great, Joe. That's really good.

Maybe the sergeant should put this in roll call.

It's good.

WOMAN (on radio): All units, vicinity Holyoake and Jefferson.

You have a 417, escaped prisoner.

All units. There is an officer down.

-Request immediate backup. -(engine starts)

Escaped prisoner is Nicholas Kasner,

described as white male, 34, wearing light brown windbreaker...

Unbelievable. The guy escapes.

Turn right here. It's faster.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

MAN: Everybody down!

-(banging) -Everyone down!

They took Kolzicki to the hospital.

The guy's got a gun on a woman in there. We got a unit doing the alley in back.

(helicopter blades whirring)

MAN: You, in the house, this is the police.

Come out of there now!

NICKY: You hear? You stay put or she's dead!

-(siren wailing) -(police radio chatter)

No, you'll have to maintain your position. Our negotiating team has just arrived.

He's ransacking the house looking for pharmaceuticals.

-We know who he's got? -A Mrs. Sheila Redding.

She's a widow, 53. She works at the dry cleaners.

-It's her house. -What's he say?

-NICKY: I want it now! -He doesn't like the interior decor.

We'll have a field phone set up in a jiffy.

Oh, even as we speak. Here. Throw the switch and dial zero.

-What are the demands? -120 milligrams of Dilaudid.

I explained to Mr. Kasner that the police do not supply narcotics.

-Nicky? -She's got nothin' in here, man.

The dumb broad's got nothin' in the house.

Nicky, come on out of there. We'll get you to a hospital.

-They'll take care of business. -Don't rag me, man, don't!

You get it in here or I take care of business in here!

-How much do you need? -I told you, 150 milligrams of Dilaudid.

HENRY: I heard 120.

(crying) Then, 120 then. Now, get it in here!

How's Mrs. Redding?

She's cool for now. She's better than that cop.

He's alive.

He's gonna be all right, Nicky.

If we keep on this, everything's gonna be okay.

Listen, now, I need something from you.

I want you to give me a little of that cool you showed me before.

We both need that now. You understand me, Nicky?

This broad... she keeps looking at me.

I don't know--

You see? You see there? You see?

Then don't look at her, Nicky. Don't pay any attention.

She keeps looking at me! Now, where's my stuff?

Okay...

I'm gonna try and get it.

Take it easy.

-You deployed? -Ready when you are, H.G.

-Not yet. Not yet. -(Nicky yelling)

What's it like?

I can bring 'em both out, Frank. Kasner and the woman.

-I'm with you. -But I gotta get him high.

Frank?

I'm listening.

HENRY: He wants 120 milligrams of Dilaudid.

I contacted his girlfriend. I'm having her brought here.

But she said it's his right dosage.

Frank, it's all he wants.

-I think we can get him out clean. -Sort of.

Sort of. Right.

Uh, I'll try to get you clearance, Henry.

Frank, don't hang me up with him.

I'll call you back in two minutes.

Straight shooting, Frank. How did I do?

Straight shooting?

He bloodied my nose once or twice, no question.

But on the issues, the man is a functional illiterate.

People are gonna see that, don't you agree?

-I think he licked you. -It's that damn Robson thing.

He hung me out to dry.

I never should have mentioned that letter.

Einstein's idea.

Chief, we have a situation over on Jefferson.

I'd like to get your authorization.

Frank, I want your best recollection.

Was I involved in a single policy decision on the Robson matter?

-Not to my knowledge. -You're damn right! Good for you!

We're gonna hit that hard in the morning papers, Frank.

I did not make decision one.

-Chief-- -It was Mahoney.

Guy's off the deep end. Thinks he knows my secret soul.

Well-intentioned as Dennis may have been,

he has made a botch of this department's decision-making.

That has got to come out.

Meaning you're back to making decisions?

Candidate or not, I think I have to take up the reins.

We have an addict holding a hostage over on Jefferson.

He's demanding narcotics.

Narcotics?

Henry believes they could buy us some lives.

-Henry does. -I believe we ought to authorize.

Well, I have to trust your judgment, Frank.

Go ahead, then.

Uh, Chief, we have some talking to do.

Gotta go. We're clear on Robson.

Lieutenant Goldblume.

What did you think, Ray?

It was an interesting debate, Chief.

I missed you, Ray. I'm sorry you weren't there.

I am, too.

That Robson business,

I thought Ozzie was a little out of line.

Coming down to the wire, Ray. Time to stand up and be counted.

I'm sorry, Chief. I decided to vote for Ozzie.

That could be a mistake you'll regret.

If it is... I will live with it.

-(police radio chatter) -(helicopter whirring)

Henry, Davis just called in, they've got it.

-They're on their way. -NICKY: I'm not waiting any longer!

She's a goner, man, and you did it! You did it!

(on megaphone) Nicky, it's on the way. It's coming.

Two minutes! Two minutes! I give two minutes!

Come on, come on!

(sirens wailing)

-That it? -Yeah.

-She's on the nod a little. -Desiree?

I want to talk to Nicky.

He loves me. Let me talk to Nicky.

-Nicky! -Shut up! Shut her up.

-We got it! -Judas.

All right.

(telephone rings)

Nicky?

Nicky, I've got it.

-You got it? -HENRY: I got the stuff.

-NICKY: Throw it through the window. -Uh-uh, Nicky.

You send Mrs. Redding out, then you get it.

No! I said throw it through the window or I'll kill her!

No, sir. No, sir. Nobody's gonna die.

You listen to me, Nicky.

If that woman is harmed,

I'll make sure you never get high again in your life.

I swear it.

She worth that, Nicky? No more dope?

-Easy. -No.

NICKY: Throw it in, I'll let her go!

No.

Mrs. Redding comes out first, then you get it.

It ain't fair! (crying)

Wanna get high, you gotta pay the price.

I'll kill her! I'll kill her!

No, you won't.

(siren wails)

NICKY: I want it now! I want it now!

FRANK: Give me the rundown, Henry.

Uh, I'm trying for an exchange. We get Mrs. Redding, he gets the drugs.

He'll go for it.

MAN: All officers are to stay behind the cover of vehicles...

Throw it in!

-We can take him. -No, no.

He's still armed, Howard. Let's do it Henry's way.

-NICKY: I want it now! -(banging, glass shatters)

Now!

All right, Nicky. Here it is.

MAN: Last warning.

Those who do not keep clear of the cordoned areas...

Talk him out. Tell him to throw out his gun.

(ringing)

DESIREE: Nicky? Sweetheart?

Desiree, sweetheart, I got it.

I know.

It was me made them give it to you.

I did it for you.

It's coming.

It's getting to me.

I love you, Nicky.

I love you.

Tell him to throw his gun out.

I don't want an OD out of this.

Why don't you come out, Nicky?

I don't want anything happening to you in there.

I love you so much, baby.

Nicky?

-Oh, my God! -Nicky!

Nicky!

DESIREE: Nicky!

(police radio chatter)

NICKY: I'm all right.

I feel all right.

(police radio chatter)

Hey, Gomez and Davis took what's-her-name home.

-Don't forget the field cards. -(yawning) Yeah.

JOE: All right, everybody. Party's over. Tent's down.

Hi.

-(chuckles) What are you doing here? -I got your message.

I-- But I said I was gonna be late. I didn't think you would show up.

I mean-- It's okay. It's great!

But we have to stick around. We gotta finish up some stuff, okay?

Hey, Doc.

-Hi, Joe. How you doin'? -Good. Good. How you doin'?

Good.

-How are the ribs? -Mm, good.

Hurts a little, you know, once in a while.

-Anybody hungry? -Yep!

Yeah.

Hey, why don't you come to Mulligan's with us? We're going over there.

Uh, we might have had something more elegant planned, maybe?

Mulligan's sounds good to me.

Doc, what do you think I oughta do about my poor flesh?

-What's the problem? -Well, I just got it all scraped raw

trying to get off some dye that got on me.

-Cocoa butter and vitamin E. -Ah, how 'bout that?

Professional advice. I like this guy!

-I like this guy. -Come on, let's go eat.

That's great.

Good work, Henry.

Thought we could get 'em both out.

You were right.

Didn't want another Hector Ruiz.

I know. You did the right thing.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

-(door shuts) -(engine starts)

I'm glad for Henry.

Mm. He needed one.

Finish.

Oh, rash youth. (giggles)

Never say "rash" to a married man.

-Mm-hmm. -(gasps)

-(giggles) -(both moan)

-Mm. Mm. Ouch! -What?

Oh.

The Robson case notes.

Is anyone besides me going to that little boy's funeral tomorrow?

It's probably gonna be a full house.

-Oh, damn. -What?

I was gonna go see Mike Perez's wife today.

(closing theme playing)