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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Police! Who's there?

You shot my boy.

I'm sorry.

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.

Please note that the pursuance of the charges

against Mrs. Doris Robson

occurred without my prior knowledge or consent.

Did you or did you not before the debate

ask me not to politicize the Robson shooting?

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

Fay, not now. Please.

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

Murray, get down!

Freeze!

What a business.

You're here to cast your line in a sea of monolithic indifference.

Let me introduce myself. Scripps. Randolph Scripps.

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

We mourn and grieve for this good woman's loss.

She had a fierce love for this boy and his future.

I'm coming back, Captain.

I want you to know I'm not gonna let you down.

You never did, Mike.

We have an opportunity now to revitalize this city,

to take it in new directions.

Took a secret poll last night, we're in.

Murray, I hope somewhere you're watching what I do for you.

ESTERHAUS: Item 12, election day, ladies and gentlemen.

In your last negotiation, your PBA secured an hour and a half off-duty with pay

for those wishing to exercise the franchise.

Let's all get the exercise, huh?

Let's also remain vigilant against abuses of the day's privilege,

illicitly open taverns,

electioneering within prescribed proximity of polling places,

and those shocking, thankfully rare, attempts

to manipulate the tally by enlisting bums to vote repeatedly

under the names of the recently deceased.

Let's hear it, the dead for Daniels.

(laughter)

ESTERHAUS: Item 13, this memo from division.

(laughs)

"Internal Affairs has concluded its investigation

in the shooting death of Jimmy Robson.

Judgment regarding internal disciplinary sanction

is still forthcoming.

However, in the conduct of Officer Michael Perez,

the panel of inquiry finds no evidence

of intentional or reckless malfeasance

and does not recommend criminal prosecution in this matter."

(applause)

I'm glad to report Mike is improving at County General,

although he's not yet receiving visitors.

Now, the Robson boy's funeral is this morning.

Officer Schnitz reports we closed contributions

on his memorial fund at just over $1,000.

(cheers, applause)

Finally, an index of troubled financial times.

Mahalley's mortuary has offered up to the department for blind bid

11 prime burial sites at Calvary Cemetery

on which installment payments have lapsed.

Now, those inclined to plot their futures...

-(laughter) -...submit sealed bids to Leo,

who also has diagrams of said boneyard available for your perusal.

It's a grave situation indeed.

(all groaning)

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

And hey...

let's be careful out there, huh?

What's all this stuff about funeral plots?

I mean, what's the big deal?

Are you kidding? People are dying to get in.

It's just a way of planning for your future. That's all.

I just don't see any reason to plan that far ahead.

It's also a real-estate investment. It works.

Leo, can I see the cemetery diagram?

Sure, Luce.

You know, I'm not so sure I even want to be buried like that.

Thanks.

The Egyptians used to get stuffed.

No. Roy Rogers' horse is stuffed.

And it still works.

Leo!

Uh, here's a sealed bid on plot seven.

Ah, Lieutenant, which one is that?

Oh, uh...

It's this one right here underneath the spreading Chestnut tree.

That's the one I'm looking at.

Well, Bates, I suggest you make a competitive bid.

Morning, Miss Davenport.

Good morning, Leo.

-Who are you voting for? -(laughs) That's a secret.

Joycie! Joycie!

-Alan. -Congratulations.

For the marriage.

I haven't seen you. You're looking marvelous.

Thank you. H-how have you been?

Wonderful.

-That's good. -You know, Joycie,

it occurs to me that there's always been a kind of emotional barrier between us,

an ambivalence.

I just thought we didn't like each other very much.

Well, you know why I think that was?

Because I admired you.

And our culture's archaic male-female dynamic

prevented me from expressing my admiration.

I'm glad, Alan.

Your fashion sense is uncanny.

Thank you.

Does the clutch purse work with this,

or do you think I'd do better with a shoulder bag?

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)

The note should read, "The roses were lovely. Alan."

No. No, just Alan.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Oh, Frank? There you are.

Counselor.

If I could have just one moment of your time.

Sure. Come on in.

As executor of Murray Kaplan's estate, I represent the interests

-of Murray's Wonderland. -Mm-hm.

I was approached yesterday by a party seeking

to purchase both property and inventory

at the ridiculous price of 20 cents on the dollar.

Alan, I-I better go through the files.

Certainly.

Of course, I explained that because of Murray's death,

the estate is frozen in probate.

- (laughs) - Gesundheit.

They countered by suggesting that we sidestep probate,

predate the purchase agreement,

and that with my power of attorney, I sign as Murray's proxy.

-(stifled chuckle) -You all right?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I just have... a little sinus condition.

Change of weather.

Naturally, Frank, I demurred.

It's not only illegal and unethical,

as a business move, it's a bust.

At which point, these fellows started pointing their noses to the air,

saying things like, "Do I smell smoke?"

"What are these walls made of? Cardboard?"

Do you see where they're going with this?

Where are you going with it, Alan?

I want protection, Frank.

What about that wrongful-death suit you were making so much noise about?

Does that shove me out from under the robes of the law?

No. No.

It certainly merits our attention.

Good for you, Frank.

I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear you say so.

How did you leave it with these people?

I'm meeting them at Murray's this morning.

Presumably to execute the contracts,

or failing that, sing songs around the campfire.

I want to put a wire on you. We want to get them on tape.

Whatever it takes, Frank.

Uh, don't you think it might be a good idea, Alan,

if you wore a suit and tie?

And unravel eight months of intensive therapy?

No, I don't think so.

You could get hurt, Alan.

Putting on a suit could induce a psychic tremor

that rockets me into a prenatal coma.

No disrespect, Frank.

You obviously have a lot to learn about gender reidentification.

Lucky for me, I was gonna wear my airy chiffon number.

(sighs) Nah, they'd have seen right through it.

What about here, Mick?

Please, Lieutenant, you'll ruin my definition.

-(giggling) -MICK: How 'bout in one of them?

In one of what?

Inside here.

In my bosom?

Oh, that's good.

Murray, I hope somewhere you're watching what I do for you.

Come on. Come on.

WOMAN: Officer! Over here!

What's the problem, ma'am?

You see him down there?

That's the man I called you about.

Now, we told him repeatedly, no campaigning inside prescribed limits.

And he's very polite, but he just keeps on with it.

Oh! You see, my position is simple.

I don't have the answers.

But I think that if we can start asking the right questions,

then the answers are going to spring forth full bloom

like Athena from the head of Zeus.

Thank you very much for listening, if just for a moment.

Ah, good day, officers.

You here to cast your line in a sea of monolithic indifference?

Let me introduce myself. Scripps. Randolph Scripps.

I'm a man of few means and no end in sight.

It's pleased to make your acquaintance.

Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Randolph Scripps.

Would you have a...

stand right there for a minute, please.

Mr. Scripps, you see this line right here?

Uh, yes. That is a white line.

That's right. Now, Mr. Scripps, the election rules state

that you're not allowed to campaign

any closer to the polling place than this line right here.

Ah! It's not so much a line as it is a metaphor.

No, sir, it's a line.

You're not supposed to cross it while campaigning.

A boundary then.

-That's right. -A mythic demarcation.

On this side, faith, hope--

(honking)

-Stand back there. -You crazy?

On this side, there's despair, loathing,

and the sepulchral gloom of the pit.

Excuse me. Hello. My name is Scripps.

Call me a fool, but I think there's a better way.

Do you think that the world is out of balance?

Do you think that your life is out of tune?

-Well, whose hands are on the keys? -Hey, Scripps.

Why is the music so dissonant?

-Just look around. -Scripps!

Mr. Scripps, I'm sorry to say this, sir, but I'm gonna have to take you in.

What a world.

The sky is so blue.

The Earth is so green.

Time is so full of possibilities.

MAN: Doris Robson came to our community

some 18 months ago with high hopes.

She didn't bring much, but she had her little Jimmy.

He was the foundation of her dreams.

She had a fierce love for this boy and his future.

Miss Robson tells me that her son loved to read

and act out stories for her.

And he'd greet her that way when she'd come home.

But sometimes she'd be so low,

it would be hard finding work, and work wasn't easy,

but he made her laugh.

He lightened her heart.

She loved him so.

This one life,

this small, fragile life.

He hung onto life even as it was taken from him.

He clung to it.

We mourn and grieve

for this good woman's loss.

And we ask, "What can we learn from this life?"

This life teaches us the wisdom of forgiveness.

Because this is the Lord's way.

He teaches us, and we bless him.

Receive unto the hands of the Lord this good boy

in a place of peace as restful

as the hopes his mother held for him.

Jimmy.

PRIEST: May God rest his soul in peace.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Oh, Jimmy.

- (people crying) - Oh.

The city's government has to take a stand above partisanship

and address itself to the greater issue of justice.

I'm sure that Commander Cleveland would join me

in assuring that substantial reparation will be made to Mrs. Robson and soon.

In a situation as clear-cut as this,

there's absolutely no excuse for hesitation.

-This woman's tragic loss... -Hi. How are ya?

Hello, Captain.

I was coming to see you today.

Everyone feels for her loss.

I feel for her loss.

But what about my loss, Captain?

Have you seen Mike?

Today. They said maybe today.

How are your kids?

They sent Mike Jr. home from school yesterday.

He got into three fights.

The boys were calling his father a dirty cop.

And a k-- (crying) and a kid killer.

Do you think it'll help any if I talk to him?

I don't know. He's very angry right now.

Mike is a very good father.

He's a very good man. He-- (crying)

I just wish they understood.

I have to go to the hospital now.

They said 11:00 o'clock.

Uh, Maria, I'm sorry.

Could I come by later and talk to your son?

If you'd like, Captain.

Thank you.

Frank, you catch the news last night?

That clip of your ex waving her baby in my face?

-I missed it. -Yeah. Great.

What? If Ozzie wins,

he should appoint her commissioner of unprovoked hysteria.

Frank, it's in the bag.

Took a secret poll last night.

Extensive. We're three points over the margin of error.

-We're in. -Congratulations.

Thank you.

I've been doing a lot of thinking, Frank.

Down the road, I'll be nominating someone to take my place in the chief's office.

You're your own man, Frank, but time and again

you've been Johnny on the spot for me--

a cool head in a crisis.

The way you handled this Robson thing.

I obviously can't make any firm commitments yet.

But this could pay big dividends for you, Frank.

So you are laying it off on me.

Dennis, some people are simply more effective

following orders than giving them.

The letter you read at the debate hung me out to dry.

You remain deputy chief as long as--

You listen to me!

Promises were made to me.

I've waited too long. I've worked too hard.

I've buried too many bodies to lie down and let somebody else walk over me!

-Dennis, this is not the time-- -I'm gonna bring you down!

You mark me.

I'm gonna bring you all down.

The man's an empty glass, Frank.

A lot of them in public life.

He's just not front-rank material.

Oh, Mrs. Furillo.

So that's what I've been thinking, Frank.

I hope it doesn't displease you, both of you.

It's something to think about.

First there's still this small matter of an election to win.

I trust I can count on your vote.

Eh, Chief?

(engine turns over)

That's my guy. Let's go.

He called you chief.

-Is this a joke? -Maybe. Probably.

You're not laughing.

I've heard it before.

Here.

Mr. Scripps, I'm Lieutenant Henry Goldblume.

How do you do, sir?

I understand our officers explained the electioneering restrictions to you.

(chuckles) Yes, quite thoroughly.

Then you do understand you're not to campaign

any closer than the lines allow?

Yes, sir. I won't be doing it again.

I'm glad to hear that.

It's just that...

well, I have so much ground to make up and there's so little time.

I just announced my candidacy this morning.

Politics is a funny business.

Yes, it's funny, but it's essential.

Well... I think we can let Mr. Scripps go.

Let's not have any more trouble out there today, shall we?

Certainly not.

This is the kind of thing I want to address

only after taking office.

Pleasure, Lieutenant.

Good luck to you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much indeed.

You're a lucky man, Mr. Scripps.

You get to go home and watch it all on TV now, don't you?

-You ain't gonna be here anymore. -Henry! Henry!

HENRY: Hi, Fay.

Are you busy tonight?

Uh... why?

I just got a call inviting me to Cleveland headquarters.

Really? What for?

I don't know. He probably saw me on the news last night.

Anyhow, the aide said he wants to meet with me.

-Did he say why? -No.

I don't know, Henry. I just--

I just have this funny feeling like-like something's gonna happen,

something good. I can't explain it.

That's wonderful, isn't it?

I guess so.

Anyhow, my mother's gonna babysit. Can you come?

Of course I can.

Henry, what if he wins?

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

I wouldn't hold my breath.

But it's possible, isn't it? I mean, he really could win.

-Sure, it is. -(sighs)

(muffled chattering)

-Hello, Liz. -You!

-How are you? -Why didn't you tell me you were a cop?

Well, you never asked me.

There was a lot of insincerity in what you did. You know?

Well, I apologize.

-It's part of the job. -I guess.

You know, Liz, I so enjoyed our talk the other day,

I was wondering if perhaps we couldn't meet

in some more congenial environment.

Absolutely not.

No chance. Forget about it.

Well, friendship isn't impossible under these circumstances, Liz.

I was seeing a lady of your occupational persuasion till quite recently

until our cultural differences became too pronounced.

Ed, read my lips, no way.

(sighs)

Okay. All right.

Ed?

You still got some time left.

Oh. (chuckles)

Right.

I am searching for a subject that commends itself to brevity.

Whoops. Liz!

LIZ: Ed?

Do you want...

or would you rather I just go away?

LIZ: Your token.

Ed!

Yes?

LIZ: Yeah, I'd like to.

- You'd like me to go away? - No, no! To talk.

I mean, you seemed like a pretty nice guy the other day.

That's why I was so PO'd when you turned out to be a cop.

Drat. I can't find it!

-What? -Another token.

-Oh, we can't get it up from our side. -Do you hear me clearly in there?

-Yeah. -I-I read you very well out here.

-Would you call that symbolic, Liz? -What?

Well, aching for exchange,

confronting the walls of the isolated past,

the barriers of our natures.

Is Ed your real name?

-Howard. -You're kidding!

-That's my father's name, too! -No.

(laughs)

I like you.

I like you, too, Liz.

Try to get it up.

-Sorry? -Well, I can't get it up from this side.

Try it from your side.

Liz! I can't raise it.

-Well, go get tokens. -All right.

-Hurry! -Wait! Wait!

I'll be right back. I'm going for tokens.

I got to talk to you.

Hey, can't talk now, babe.

Here. Take my card.

And give me a call at the precinct later on, okay?

MICK: This looks like it's gonna work, Alan.

How does it feel?

Testing. One, two, three. Testing.

Mick!

Mick! Come on, give me some tokens.

Hurry! Hurry!

-Something wrong? -I don't know yet.

The guy's hot to trot, huh?

What can I do for you?

Hey, good-looking.

Bud Truax, naughty fashions. You must be--

In charge.

Who's the eyeful-- eyeful?

I'm Mr. Kaplan's attorney.

Oh. God rest poor Murray. I just heard.

I've been coming in here seven years.

Murray Kaplan was a saint.

Had a heart like a side of beef.

You been with Murray long?

Not that long, no.

Murray, they broke the mold after that guy.

The man understood.

Liz, I'm back!

We can take our time. I got lots of tokens.

What was it you wanted exactly?

Well, as a matter of fact, I just got our new fall line.

Take a look, touch, you feel.

This is a hot little item we call the Iron Maiden.

Black-patent Corinthian leather.

Stainless-steel stays.

Knock eight inches off the most indulgent waistline.

Uh... you want to move over here, bud?

BUD: Certainly.

Right on time.

Mr. Roeblick's gonna notarize our agreement.

Uh, he lost about four days right after Pearl Harbor.

Been trying to get him back ever since.

Funniest thing, he thinks it's last Friday.

Um...

If you could go over the particulars one more time...

-Nice dress. -Nice face.

Well, I just want to make sure we're in complete synchronization

before we finalize the agreement.

What's the problem?

Do you smell smoke in here?

You know, it is a bit smoky, isn't it?

Look...

-Well, I call 'em... -Uh, um... please.

Let's not hasten this unnecessarily, my friends.

I just-- I simply want to address both your problems

and the problems of Mr. Kaplan's family.

That's... touching.

-Do you smell smoke? -(groans)

-I think he gets the idea. -No, I mean really.

-It's a wire! -Police! Freeze!

(shouting)

(laughing)

Get 'em, Mick!

Police! Freeze!

-No guns! No guns! -I got 'em covered, guys.

(knock on door)

Mike, Captain Furillo's here to see you.

Hi, Mike. How you doing?

Hear you've been having a tough time in school.

Yeah.

You want to talk about it?

No.

-Listen, maybe if you-- -Why don't you just get out?

Why don't we both just get out? You feel like taking a walk?

Your brother and sister play here?

Yeah.

Do you come here, too?

Do you know what you're angry at, Mike, and do you know why?

You're angry at your dad, aren't you?

They're saying all this stuff about him.

You think it's true?

I don't know.

He's a good cop. He always has been.

He still is.

He killed him, didn't he?

Yes, but it was an accident.

He was doing his job,

and something happened he couldn't control.

That could happen to any cop... any time.

That's what the job's like.

I mean, that's why cops are different, you know?

That kid's mother must hate my dad.

Yeah. She--

At first she did, but she forgave him.

If she can forgive him, you can, too.

You have to.

And what am I supposed to do when they make fun of me,

when they wanna fight with me?

Well, the best way to show them how tough you are is not to fight back.

Mike, people are gonna say things because they don't know any better,

because they don't understand.

But you have to take care of the family now.

Your mom needs you.

Your dad does, too.

What's gonna happen to him?

Is he gonna be okay?

Yeah, he is.

It may take some time, but...

I'm scared.

I'm gonna see your dad today.

Anything you want me to tell him?

Tell him to come home.

(voice breaking) Tell him that I love him.

-Frank, we got the two arsonists. -Clean bust?

We lost the wire, but we may have enough without it.

The lawyer is here. He's with Wachtel in interrogation.

-Let's call ADA Bernstein. -He's already with her.

-Frank, you better take a look at this. -What?

...nine years, the last three as deputy chief.

A man I once respected.

But reflecting upon his shameless manipulation

of the events of the past couple of weeks,

I can no longer in good conscience remain silent.

On October 24th, following the shooting of Jimmy Robson,

I had a meeting with Chief Fletcher Daniels in his office

in which he suggested that we prosecute Mrs. Robson

on child endangerment in order to, and I quote,

"Take the heat off the department and my candidacy."

Frank, they're getting a little impatient out there.

...where, after a meeting with Captain Frank Furillo

and assistant DA Irwin Bernstein,

Mrs. Robson was arrested by officers from Hill Street

on the order of Captain Furillo.

Chief Daniels yesterday disavowed knowledge

of the bringing of these charges.

That is a blatant lie.

People will question rightfully why I've waited to come forward.

I can only say that my own culpability has become more than I can bear.

I fully endorse the candidacy of Commander Cleveland.

-Frank? -A man whose integrity

is beyond reproach.

I am proud of the years that I've served this city

and this department, and I am looking forward to many--

Captain? This is the check from the Robson fund.

I'd like to have it delivered to Mrs. Robson in her apartment.

I'd like it to be a couple of uniforms.

We'll do it after we vote.

It's appreciated.

Unacceptable! Unacceptable! Unacceptable!

Frank, this is Arnold Aames,

representing Gardner Waste Management Systems.

-Pleasure. -I want one percent for our good faith

-and one percent for the royalty! -What do we have?

Working on a triangulated agreement, Frank.

-It's a little complicated. -Not because of me.

How's the burn?

First degree, thank God.

If my brassiere had caught fire, I'd be fighting for my life.

You're here--

I'm here representing the three men you have in custody, Captain.

The arsonists.

Alleged arsonists.

Little, Andrews, and Roeblick.

All employees of Gardner Waste.

It goes as follows, Frank,

Gardner Waste has agreed to come up considerably

from their original offer for Wonderland.

Ninety cents on the dollar.

Mr. Kaplan's family would also retain a royalty

for the continued use of Murray's good name

-in connection with the Wonderland. -One percent of all gross incomes.

I want two percent with full oversight access

to all accounting procedures, or it's not gonna fly!

Please, Alan, just let me finish.

Representing the interests of the Kaplan family,

Alan would agree not to pursue a wrongful-death suit against the city.

We've agreed on a cash settlement, thereby avoiding a lengthy trial.

Cut to the chase, Irwin.

I've spoken to the DA and the Corporation Council.

They've cleared it from our end.

We will decline to prosecute the three men arrested at Murray's this morning.

Threats were made that fully justified those arrests.

Upon reflection, Frank,

I think the remarks concerning smoke and fire

were significantly ambiguous.

Since when do we trade arrests to protect special interests?

Your men were gonna be named in that civil suit, Frank.

It's your interest, too.

So if you will agree to release these three men...

(sighs) I think everyone's interest in this matter

can be very neatly served.

I want my two percent!

Alan, does your fire insurance specifically cover arson?

One percent we could live with.

Excellent.

God forbid Mrs. Kaplan should have to worry.

Excuse me, Frank.

You had about 20 calls regarding Mahoney's statement.

-Later, Ray. -Chief Daniels is in your office.

Can we go ahead, Frank?

I don't see why not.

Seeing as how everybody's interests are being so neatly served here.

Frank...

You're a very special person.

Chief.

Do me a favor, Frank.

Reach over and pull this knife out of my back, will you?

I always knew Dennis was a little tightly wrapped.

He was effective in the right spot.

Live by the hatchet...

Polls are only open four more hours.

-He's probably too late. -Even so--

I'm issuing a statement at 5:00.

We'll position him as a disturbed, disenfranchised functionary.

There's his therapy history to deal with, too.

What therapy history?

Hospitalized for depression twice.

Been under a psychiatrist's care six years now.

Very hush, hush.

That has to be out of the personnel record.

You can't reveal that.

Somebody's already revealed it, Frank,

I'll simply comment on what's public knowledge.

Want to be there for the statement?

I don't think so.

Now, on your end, Frank.

Questions are gonna start coming fast and furious.

Wanna lay low for a while?

I'll be all right.

We'll see it through, Frank.

They can't very well go back and change their votes, can they?

-Not to my knowledge. -'Course not.

They'll see him for the lunatic he is.

Well, gotta go vote myself now.

Then the Mrs. and I are gonna bowl a few lines

and head over to the hotel.

Hope to see you there.

Thank you, Frank.

Thanks for everything.

Quincy's gone, Murray's gone. Got nothing now, nothing.

You still got your job.

How long you think that's gonna last?

You think they're gonna pay, these new dudes?

They don't pay, man, I gotta walk.

Maybe that's good, Vicki.

Why don't you get yourself on the program, huh?

Get yourself straight. You know, you probably

-could turn things around for you. -I've done programs.

Don't preach me programs.

What do you want me to do, huh Vicki?

You can hire me.

-As what? -Be a snitch.

(laughs) Sorry, Vicki. I'm kinda over my budget on snitches.

Look, I got you Quincy!

And I got your pictures in the paper!

You guys come in, police operation-- big deal!

And you just shoot up people's lives!

Shoot up the way they live, and you think you can just leave?!

-Hey, what can I say, huh? -You owe me!

Hey, you look here now! I don't owe you nothing!

You are a stone junkie,

and I just saved your butt from going to jail!

You didn't save me from nothing!

You shoot up people's lives!

Hey, look...

Still got the card I gave you?

You call me next week, okay?

If you got something for me, we'll talk.

Now go ahead.

What's eating you?

Nothing.

Then why are you acting like a cigar-store Indian?

I just can't get it out of my mind.

-What? -Dying.

All that talk about cemetery plots? (scoffs)

I know it's dumb, but it's making me nuts.

Okay. It happens to everybody.

It's like you know you're gonna, you're gonna die, right?

And when you've been dead for a million years,

that is just a fraction of how long you're gonna be dead--

which is forever.

It's getting morbid in here.

At least if I got stuffed--

Hey, nobody gets stuffed.

I've been reading this book about Egyptians--

The Egyptians did not get stuffed. They got wrapped.

They got stuffed, and then they got wrapped.

WOMAN (on the radio): Any unit in vicinity Dekker and 76th,

411 in progress. See the man.

-That is right around this corner. -(siren wailing)

All right, what's going on here?

Who called this thing in?

Here. Here, Officer.

I'm not trying to do anything.

I came out, this guy tried to get some money from me.

-N-- N-- -Scripps.

When I refused,

he grabbed ahold of me and tried to take my wallet.

Officers, thank goodness you're here.

-Unhand me, sir! -Let the guy go.

One dollar, just one dollar from every citizen

would be enough to put me over the top.

Now, that's not asking too much, is it?

We're gonna have to take you in.

But I'm not guilty of anything

except for perhaps a slight overzealousness.

Considering how belatedly I started my campaign,

-that's perfectly understandable. -All right, let's go.

It's this ungodly pressure.

The polls close in three hours.

Voter awareness of my programs is certainly not catching fire.

It's uphill all the way.

I don't like this hallway one single bit.

It'll only take a second, Andy.

What?

Mrs. Robson, please.

She's busy.

Just wanted to give her something.

She doesn't want anything from you.

It's a contribution to the fund for Jimmy.

Easing your conscience?

Hey, pal, there's over $1,000

-in that envelope. -Andy, hey--

-We all collected-- -Is that what a dead child's

-worth these days? -MRS. ROBSON: What's the trouble, John?

No trouble.

Mrs. Robson.

Officers?

Our condolences, ma'am.

This is for Jimmy's fund from Hill Street.

Please accept it with our sympathies.

John, you could go inside now.

Officer Hill and Renko, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Thank the other officers for me.

Thank you for your kindness.

Please, we must find some way to expedite.

I... I've got to get back out there.

Mr. Scripps, two arrests in such a short span of time

make that problematical.

Well, if there's any hope of holding that back from the public

until they've had an opportunity to make their decision

free from the cult of personality

based solely on the merits of what each one of us stands for then--

Mr. Scripps is running for mayor.

Miss Davenport...

I fervently believe that there is still among us,

and in us, a quorum of decency.

That the hearts of the people of this country

are vibrant with goodwill.

Quiescent, perhaps,

but just waiting to answer a call.

And I intend to sound that call.

Mr. Scripps, once the election's decided,

can we assume your urgency about all this

is going to relax?

(laughs)

Well, unless, of course, we carry the day.

And if you don't carry the day?

Well, naturally, that's a prospect that no politician is fond to consider.

But if you don't, could we assume that there'd be an end

to the kind of incident we've had today?

Lieutenant...

only a fool flies in the face of the democratic process.

How eager is complainant to pursue?

I've explained the court appearances to him.

He's less than enthusiastic.

Polls close in about an hour.

There should be some paperwork to clear up.

Take about an hour.

Can I go now?

It'll take a little while yet.

You're gonna give me a solemn promise

that you'll stay out of trouble for the rest of the day.

My hand on it, sir.

We'll see what we can do.

SCRIPPS: Lieutenant...

Um... (laughs) if we should fall short today,

you'd honor me if you would consider coming aboard

and managing my next campaign.

(laughs) I know that I barely know you, but...

I sense that we share a vision of the essential wonder of this world.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

-Then what happened? -Well, I went back to the booth,

and she was gone.

She must've been frightened or confused--

Oh, Judas. Who knows, Henry.

But what troubles you?

(laughs) What troubles me is realizing that I am attracted to these fragile,

victimized, neurotic women.

I mean, she is hardly the first, Henry.

Fragile ego structure?

I guess.

What I can't reconcile

-is that consciously, this... -(booth curtains rumbles)

...prototype, if you will,

is the furthest imaginable person

that I envision spending my life with.

What's she look like? Do you have an idea?

Certainly.

She's blond, mid-30s,

self-assured, confident, professional.

Got solid career prospects.

She's tall and slim.

She moves with the supple muscular grace of an athlete.

Or a dancer... which, in fact, she may once have been.

She's...

HENRY: Willowy?

Ah... willowy and sensual.

Frank in the expression of her needs and desires,

but completely capable of the most genteel femininity.

Stylishly understated dress.

Well-- well-read in history and poetry.

Firm grasp of her own opinions.

But, uh...

A light, musical laugh.

A firm handshake.

(inhales deeply)

Maybe she wears glasses.

Maybe she's out there, Howard.

But where, Henry. Where?

(chuckles)

You know, I always get a kick in the old adrenals

every time I give that lever a yank.

(chuckles)

You know, when I'm in that booth by myself,

I can't help but feel the weight of the mantle of freedom.

It's like the hand of an old and trusted friend.

Freedom demands participation, don't you think?

Yes.

It's an obligation.

I'd say it's a sacred responsibility.

I must say it is heartening to know that there are enough of us left

running counter to this infernal apathy to still make a democracy of it.

Oh, shoot!

I wasn't in there ten minutes, not ten minutes.

Oh.

Madam, allow me.

Allow you?

Allow me to dispense with this inconvenience.

I'm a police officer.

Lieutenant Howard Hunter at your service.

Oh. Would you, Lieutenant?

It would be my very distinct pleasure.

-Oh! Lieutenant, you're a dear. -Ah!

I've had four this month already.

You've salvaged my day.

Well, whatever I can do to help.

Where are you stationed? Please, let me call.

Perhaps buy you a drink.

Give me a chance to more properly express my gratitude.

Uh, Hill Street.

Ah, Hill Street station.

Well, wonderful. I'll be in touch.

Oh, I-I look forward to it.

Thanks again.

Bye.

Bye now.

HENRY: Who was that?

(laughs)

Sometimes, Henry, life is kind.

Woman's taken my wallet.

With 14 percent of the city's precincts reporting,

we're projecting a 56 to 42 percent margin,

a stunning, decisive victory in the mayoral race

for last-minute replacement candidate Ozzie Cleveland.

Supporters are gathering now

at his election headquarters at the Oakwood Hotel

for what will undoubtedly be

one of the most joyous victory celebrations in recent memory.

Cleveland began his campaign just ten days ago,

-after the tragic death... -Who did you vote for?

Who did you vote for?

I asked first.

Listen, I gotta go see Mike Perez.

-You want some company? -Yes.

(indistinct conversations)

I understand... we have a concession.

(cheers, applause)

(clamoring)

My first action is to go downstairs to the ballroom

and thank all those wonderful people who worked so hard.

-What appointments do you plan to make? -Who will you fill your office?

Before you ask any more questions,

I'd just like to say that I believe

that this is the dawn of a new era for this city.

We have an opportunity now to revitalize this city,

to take it in new directions,

to make it a great city again.

Tonight, I just want to thank God

and the people of this city for making this possible.

I feel blessed.

(applause)

And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go downstairs

and tell all those wonderful, exhausted people

to take a deep breath and enjoy tonight,

because tomorrow morning the hard work is just beginning!

Bobby!

(clamoring)

(sobbing) No, no. No! It was all a mistake!

-I'll go get help. -No! No! No!

I'm not even--

-This? This is what you want? -I don't understand

It was a present. Please, put it back--

Listen to me!

You should never have come here.

(crying) I love everybody!

Quiet! Don't talk.

Unit's downstairs.

-You take him. -Midtown?

County General psychiatric, I'll meet you.

Okay. This way, Mr. Scripps.

Cuff him.

"On your graduation, 1964. Love, Mother and Father."

(thunder rumbles)

FRANK: Mike?

Captain Furillo.

It's good to see you, sir.

I want to thank you for seeing my son today.

-Maria told me. -Oh, I was glad to do it.

I'm very grateful.

Well, I understand that we have a new mayor this evening.

Mm-hmm.

Ozzie Cleveland.

Well, that's good.

It'll be good for cops, for all of us.

Yeah. Yeah, I think it will be.

I'm coming back, Captain.

I want you to know I'm not gonna let you down.

You never did, Mike.

Well, they, um...

they want me to stay here a few more days,

but I told them I want to get back to work.

I'm ready.

Well, we want you back as soon as you feel up to it.

I feel good. I feel good.

You tell everybody I feel all right.

They'll be glad to hear that.

Yeah, yeah. I feel all right.

Except, well, I... I don't know.

It's just the strangest thing.

-What's that? -Where he grabbed me.

I can still feel his hands here.

I can feel him holding my leg.

He did that after I shot him.

I just can't seem to shake him.

It itches.

Kind of burns a little.

I just don't understand it. Do you?

Can feel his fingers, and, uh...

It's just the strangest thing.

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