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-Kill him, Bobby.
-Back up!

NARRATOR:
Coming tonight on Hill Street Blues...

Officers, everybody hands on the table.

What are you doing?

Mom and pop crime
gets treated like the Brinks job.

Cops preempt another
division's jurisdiction.

A reasonable attorney is gonna wonder why.

Not that I haven't thought about it.

-About what?
-Us.

In the same room without clothes.

They put a deathtrap on the street.

Did someone offer you money
to appear here and testify?

Did they, Mr. Tully?

That was my car back there!

You shouldn't have parked
in a handicap zone.

-You got what you deserved, buddy!
-Oh, yeah?

Well, you take a look at this, buddy!
You are under arrest!

Mr. Seltzer is in the market for a trade.

-My security fund.
-Which contains?

A lot of voices. A lot of conversations.

Captain, I just finished listening
to those bookie tapes.

-And?
-There's something you got to hear.

(indistinct chatter)

ESTERHAUS: Item seven.

Sports fans, concerning tonight's
fistic extravaganza.

The Police Athletic League's
Inter-precinct Boxing Tournament.

Now I advise an early arrival

as the first event
pits midtown middleweight Al Simmons

against this precinct's own prize pugilist

Officer Bobby Hill.

(cheering)

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

He's gonna be the champ of the Metro PD.

(laughing, cheering)

He's a poet and he knows it.

ANDY: And my feet know it, too.
They're Longfellows.

I hope you'll exhibit the same enthusiasm

whilst purchasing tickets
from Officer Schnitz.

Proceeds go towards reinstating
the PAL boxing program

for underprivileged youth.

Item eight. Officer Evans and Damico,
continue on sector C patrol

substituting for Coffey and Bates

entering the testimony phase

in the Sheers-Heiser taxi death trial.

Hey, Lucy, is that gonna be a wrap today?

Well, maybe. They're trying to get
a plea bargain on Heiser this morning.

Well, for those of you on the outside,

we're pushing here
for any kind of conviction.

We all know that Top Hat Cab's owner,
Bernard Heiser,

has been putting deathtraps
on the street for years.

Hey, go get him, Joe, Luce.

Now let's all get tough
on Top Hat's vehicles, huh?

Okay, let's roll.

And let's be careful out there, huh?

(indistinct chatter)

That's over $1,000 raised already.

You know that Daryl Ann
wants to come tonight?

-Really?
-Yeah, she says she likes the fights.

Can you imagine a sweet little thing
like that liking a fight?

-How you feel, Bobby?
-Okay. Pretty good.

I was wondering
how heavy to bet you tonight.

I don't know, Leo. I once saw Al Simmons
rip the door off a Cadillac.

-What'd he do that for?
-Guy tried to run over him.

-He's over the hill.
-You're gonna murder him.

-I don't know, Coff.
-Twice city

Golden Glove welterweight champion.

-Twice department middleweight champion.
-Ten years ago.

-Ten years ago.
-Hey, my money's on you, kid.

-I wouldn't be the farm.
-We'll be right back.

-My bet's on, too, Bobby.
-Thanks, Leo.

I mean, he's as old as you are.

HOWARD: Bobby, I wonder if I can give you
a pointer for tonight.

I don't need to know anything else
about boxing.

Bear with me just a moment, will you?

Ballantine. Ballantine, stay right here.

-I want you to hit me with your left.
-Sir?

Now the axiomatic principles..
is that the same energy used to block

is released to launch the attack.

-Come on, Ballantine.
-Yeah.

Ha!

You all right, Ballantine?

BALLANTINE: Yes, sir. I think so.

-Got to keep that left a little higher.
-Yes, sir.

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)

Captain, how come we're going out
to bust a bookie operation?

-I thought bookmaking was illegal, Mick.
-And I thought it was handled by vice.

How come we're doing their job?

I went over there
a couple of days ago, Mick.

The front's a candy store.
I went in to get some gum.

They were doing business pretty openly.

You mean right out front?

No, but traffic in the back room
was pretty obvious.

I called vice and reported it.

-And they haven't made the bust yet.
-Nope.

You think maybe there's a pan in vice?

Captain?

Captain, if there's cops on the take--

One step at a time.

When you and your partner first arrived
at the scene of the accident,

who was sitting
behind the wheel of the cab?

That man there, Raymond Sheers.

BERNSTEIN:
And was there anybody else in the cab

-with Mr. Sheers?
-No.

So then, Officer Bates,
it might be correct to say

that my client, Mr. Heiser,

was nowhere in proximity to this incident?
Is that right?

Except he owns the cab company.

Please instruct the witness, Your Honor.

Just answer the question
that's been put to you, Officer.

No, he was nowhere in proximity.

As a matter of fact, isn't it true
that Mr. Heiser's arrest

is part of a personal vendetta
by the police department

-and the district attorney's office?
-Objection! Objection!

I don't know what you're talking about.

And Mr. Heiser is in fact

the object of a blatant legalistic
witch hunt?

Leading, Your Honor,
beyond the witness's competence.

Change your tone of voice, Mr. Bernstein.

Stricken is calling for a conclusion.
Jury is to disregard.

No further questions.

You may step down. Next witness.

BERNSTEIN:
The people call Mr. William Tully.

You've testified, Mr. Tully, that you were
50 feet away from the incident.

That you saw the cab operated by my client
drive up on the curb

and I quote, "It was like it had
no steering, brakes or nothing."

They put a deathtrap on the street. Right.

Have you ever had training
in auto mechanics, Mr. Tully.

No, ma'am.

But cars don't go up on curbs

unless there's something
the matter with them.

-Thank you, Mr. Tully.
-Or the driver's drunk.

Now drunk you say, Mr. Tully.
Did you smell the defendant's breath?

Did you administer a breathalyzer test?

Could you have passed a similar test
at the time?

Objection. Move to strike.

Sustained. Jury will disregard.

Did the DA or the police offer you
any inducements for your testimony today?

-No, ma'am.
-JOYCE: Did anybody?

Like who?

Like anybody?

Did anybody offer you an inducement?

What do you mean, "ducement?"

Offer you money. Anything of value.

A free ride on a case.

So to lie? (scoffs)
Absolutely not.

To do what then?

Did someone offer you money
to appear here and testify?

Did they, Mr. Tully?

Well, now, hold it.

Let me ask you a hypothetical.

I go to Florida in the fall.

Now if somebody
was to lay a few bucks on me

-so I could stay around here--
-Who offered you a few dollars, Mr. Tully?

Answer the question, sir.

The guy with the cop. Dead guy's brother.

Otherwise he would have left town.

He wouldn't honor his legal subpoena.

-(bangs gavel)
-Quiet. Quiet.

Judge, will you instruct the jury

as to the proper way
to assign bought testimony?

-Objection.
-JUDGE: Overruled.

The people's only eyewitness
in this entire case

and his testimony can be bought and sold
for the price of a meal.

No further questions, Your Honor.

You may step down.

Will defense be putting in a case?

No, your Honor.

Very well. Summations at 2:00.

Adjourn for lunch. One hour.

What about the other eligible witnesses?

There's Delatio and Gilbert.

These guys make Tully
look like Nobel Prize material.

Tully's been discredited now.

Find Gilbert fast.
I'll review his statement.

We'll put him on after lunch.

Look, I'm sorry.

-He was my--
-I know, he was your brother.

What do you want? Want do you want?

-Don't do that.
-What are you doing?

What's going--
Hey, don't do-- don't do that.

Police officers.
Everybody, hands on the table.

What are you doing? Feeding the fish?

-Get those out of there.
-Stop it.

Come on, call down.

Where the hell are you going, mouse?

Uh-uh-uh! You are under arrest.

Ben Seltzer, officer.
What seems to be our problem?

Ain't no problem, Mr. Seltzer.
We're just busting your place.

I can see that.
I mean, what's our problem?

Hey, look, you got too much to say.
You're under arrest.

Detective Washington here
is gonna read you your rights.

-Now come on over here.
-You're under arrest, Ben.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against you in a court of law.

What seems to be happening here
is actually happening?

-You got it, Ben.
-This is a hell of a morning.

I mean, this is really
actually taking place?

At least get my coat.

-Okay.
-Yeah, Ben. (chuckles)

Here's that rainy day.

Look, I only work here.

Where are you taking me, man?

BEN: What office are you guys from?
I don't understand it.

(growls)

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

(man shouts)

What the hell do you want?
Get out of my way!

Get out of my way! Move!

You okay? No, no, no.

I just want to get back in the chair.

Let me get off the ground, okay?

I can do it. Get your hands off me.

I said get your hands off me.

That was my car back there!

You shouldn't have parked
in a handicap zone.

-You got what you deserved, buddy.
-Oh, yeah?

Well, you take a look at this, buddy.

You are under arrest!

You know, I really like that girl.

I mean, no one's gonna mistake Daryl Ann
for a rocket scientist, you understand?

Time! That's good.
That's good. That's good.

Have some water.
Come on. Come on. Come on.

(mumbles) I don't know, man.
I don't know.

Get your mitts on the bag. Come on.

Renko, it used to be a lot easier, man.

-I'm just dead.
-I know it, kid. But no pain, no gain.

Don't be lame. Don't go insane.

-Oh, mama.
-Don't call for your mama.

Call for Al Simmons. Pick up your faith.

Ready, time, go. Huh, huh, huh!

That's right, punch. Uppercut. Uppercut.
Get mad.

Get cracking. Uppercut. Uppercut.

You know, she's just so nice.
I mean, she's so-so natural.

And I think I'm real sweet on her,
you know what I mean?

Okay, now beat him to the punch.
Beat him to the punch.

Stick 'em, stick 'em. Okay, rabbit punch.

He's going mad.
He's throwing punches in bunches.

Besides, she's a little bit country,
but I'm county, too.

-Renko.
-I know, man.

Give me ten more seconds, man,
come on now.

Think of Al Simmons' ugly face.

Give him a meat hook. Hook. Hook.

One more! One more! One more!

Yes!

You know what?
I think she's kind of sweet on me, too.

I mean, she's real pretty.
Don't you think she's pretty?

Andy, I got no wind.
(panting)

Andy, I got no wind.

If I don't get him inside of 30 seconds,
I'm gonna die.

Now that is the kind
of defeatist bullpucky

that will put you away every single time.

I don't want to hear
one more word like that.

I'm 34 years old, Andy.

I ain't been in a ring in six years.

-But you've been in fights.
-But not in the ring.

Can I help you, bud?

I know you. Don't I?

Sugar Ray Robinson.

No, that's not it.

-Wait a minute.
-BOBBY: Bobby Hill.

Right.

-You're a fighter, too, aren't you?
-Right.

Yeah, "Irish" Bobby Shields.

Hey, we-- we busted you
on a B&E two years ago.

-Good to see you again.
-How you doing?

Uh, good. Good. Real good.

Yeah. Did a 16-month bid.

Got out, uh, three weeks ago.

Couple fights coming up.

-No kidding.
-Right out of the box.

Still got that jab, you know?

So, uh, didn't I read,

uh, you won a sweepstakes or something?

-Lottery, yeah.
-Yeah, so...

I got this fight coming up,

but I lost my mouthpiece in the joint.

(stammering)
So I've been using toilet paper.

You know, wadded up.

Beats the hell out of your gums.

-That's too bad.
-Yeah.

So, uh, I was wondering, you know,

if somebody could pop
for a mouthpiece for the fights,

then it would really help me,
and I could pay them right back.

'Cause, uh...

it costs $80.

I don't think so, Bobby.

So...

you got a fight or something?

Yeah, amateur, tonight.

Three rounds, huh?

You need a good cornerman? I come cheap.

Thanks anyway. I got it covered.

Okay.

Make a big meal of lunch.

Don't eat too much after lunch.

Okay. You take care, Bobby.

Pancakes and liver.

See you.

Yo, Bobby.

-Bobby.
-Yeah?

Take care of yourself, man.

Double sawbuck.

Hey, thanks a lot.

You know, I saw you fight once.

How'd I do?

-You won.
-Oh, great.

That's-- that's really good. That's good.

Hey, take care of yourself.

I told you guys everything,
all you got to do is listen.

Okay, Leo. We got 30 minutes.

We need to get this guy clothed
and down to the courtroom. Suggestions?

How about some Dr. Denton's with feet?

-Come on, Leo.
-I'll see what's in lost and found.

Wool scratches me up.
I got to have polyester or wool blended.

-Okay.
-Hey, mama!

-No!
-Luboff. Irv Luboff.

-He's with Luboff, Fine and Gold.
-Great law firm.

You got to shorten your name
to be a partner. Come on.

Sit.

Don't do that.

Name?

Gaffney. Gerry.

Gerry with a J or a G?

G, as in gimp.

(snorts)

What the hell is so funny?

You trying to catch me.

Man, I had you beat
if it hadn't been for that other car.

Bull. I was gaining.

Oh, you were sucking dust.

How fast could you go on that thing?

I've been clocked at 23 on a straight.

Hmm.

See, I got a slightly narrow wheel base
on a 27-inch diameter.

Double-butted tubing in the frame
and I sit two inches lower in the seat.

Plus, I work out. I can curl 150 pounds
and do chin-ups all day long

and one of these days
I'm gonna break 25 miles per hour.

But beyond that, the chair has got
stability problems that I got to work out.

Maybe I should have arrested you
for speeding instead.

Hey, why don't you charge yourself
for parking in a handicap zone?

That'd be a first, wouldn't it?

You got no right to go around
defacing other people's property.

You got no right going around
violating other people's rights.

Look, man, you can do
whatever you want to me.

You want to throw me in jail?
Throw me in jail.

But I'm telling you, as soon
as I'm back out on the street again

and I see somebody in that space

who doesn't have a right to be,
it gets the paint.

Your chief of police, he's in that space,
he's gonna get the paint.

The President of the United States
is in that space, he gets the paint.

What's the matter?

I got to go to the john.

That way and make it quick.

What are you waiting for?

Is the stall wheelchair accessible?

I don't know.

'Cause if it ain't,
I'm gonna need some help.

Let's go.

(sighs)

Yeah.

All right.

You're gonna have to pick me up
and put me down.

-Come on, man. I don't have all day.
-All right.

Up to there.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

All right.

(grunts) All right.

Move the chair.

Now pull my pants down.

I got a bag on my leg, so watch that.

Watch the bag, man.

Now, grab me under the arms again.

All right.

-Where?
-Over there.

All right. You ready?

-Yeah. Come on.
-Okay.

-I got it.
-Hold on, man!

(grunts)

MICK: I'm sorry.

Get me up.

Get me up!

Get out of here.

Come on, get out of here, man!

(shouts)

I-- Absolutely.

-Yes?
-Irv Luboff, Captain.

I represent Benjamin Seltzer
on these book making charges.

He's in interrogation.

He's also
in the Hill Street station house.

It strikes me as a little odd
since gambling enforcement's

been coming out of division vice
ever since the Heywood Commission.

Well, it's back in the precincts
for today.

Why?

Statutes are in the books, Mr. Luboff.
What's it to you who enforces them?

A mom and pop crime
gets treated like the Brinks job.

Cops preempt
another division's jurisdiction.

A reasonable attorney is gonna wonder why.

Maybe the department's just after its own.

It's a free country.
You're entitled to your speculations.

Is that what it's about, Captain?

I mean, you think some of the cops
were on the take.

-Make your point.
-'Cause if that's what you're after,

I think Ben Seltzer can help you.

Captain, I've been in the business
a long time.

Long before the Heywood Commission.

I've seen a lot of cops come and go
and they weren't all scouts.

I ain't a violent man, Captain.

I know how to take care of myself
in other ways.

And?

My security fund.

Been in cold storage 15 years.
Right next to the misses' furs.

Mr. Seltzer's in the market for a trade.

Reduction to a misdemeanor
in exchange for his security fund.

-Which contains?
-A lot of voices. Lot of conversations.

-Whose?
-Oh, there's so many. So long ago.

Listen, Captain,
then tell me can we do business?

I have nothing more to say.

J.D.

Yeah, we got a reel-to-reel downstairs.

See me when you're through.

My client has duplicates
in another location.

I know definitely it jumped the curb.

Like this. Almost clipped me.

I had to dive out the way myself.

Why did you wait until now
to come forward, Mr. Gilbert?

Ma'am, I told the police what's happening.

They said they didn't need me.

(chuckles) Which I can understand.

Have you been drinking today?

Yes, ma'am. Yes, I have been.

But that don't stop me
from remembering the sight of death.

That cab come up there like a demon.

Like the driver
was trying to turn the wheel,

but he couldn't do nothing.

Like I was saying,

T4692.

That's the license plate number.

The cab was like a demon.

Like the devil's car.

Just killed that poor innocent man.

No further questions.

Witness step down.

BERNSTEIN: The people rest.

-JUDGE: Summations.
-GILBERT: Hey!

Hey, I'm buck naked! I'm buck naked!

I'm buck naked! I'm buck naked!

I'm buck naked, buck naked, buck naked!

JUDGE: Contempt! Cover him up!

GILBERT (laughs):
I'm buck naked! Buck naked! Buck naked!

I'm buck naked! Hey, I'm buck naked!

MAN: Get out of here. I got it.

You were pretty good in there.

You articulated that stuff about
what your types go through pretty good.

Yup. I should have been acquitted, too.

-You got a fair sentence.
-I notice he didn't do nothing to you.

(sighs) Okay, so now
I get to educate the police

for 20 hours on disabled rights.

Are you supposed to judge me
20 one-hour lectures?

Ten two-hour lectures?
Who am I supposed to lecture to?

Each precinct? (scoffs)
No, the police academy.

That'd be where it would do the most good.

Maybe you ought to think on it awhile.

You know there are over
30,000 wheelchairs in this city?

Thirty-thousand.

I've been thinking about going undercover
as one of you guys.

Maybe you could give me some pointers.

-(elevator dings)
-Forget it.

Why?

'Cause that's something you can't fake.

It takes soul.

Coffey. How's it going?

Think you're gonna get that Heiser guy?

Who knows?
Our last witness flashed the jury.

-Jury's in.
-So soon?

What does that mean?

-Has the jury reached a verdict?
-We have, Your Honor.

Will the defendants please rise
and face the jury?

The jury will announce its verdict
in regard to Raymond Sheers.

The jury finds the defendant
guilty as charged

of voluntary manslaughter.

JUDGE: In respect to Bernard Heiser?

The jury finds the defendant guilty
as charged of voluntary manslaughter.

JUDGE: Motions, people?

I serve notice to the DA as per CCP-3719,
notice of intent to appeal.

CCP-420, motion to vacate verdict.

-Mr. DA?
-Motion to vacate is groundless.

Would you all be seated, please?

AS regards to motion to vacate verdict,
you have nothing more to say?

(stammers)
The people's case, the jury's verdict

-is self-evident, Your Honor.
-Not to me they aren't.

The crimes committed
in this matter are heinous.

Therefore it grieves me
all the more to say

that the conduct of the police
and prosecution in this case

have been far below what minimal standards
of judicial equity require.

What evidence was brought forward
in which defendants could be convicted?

The only eyewitnesses were a hireling
and a pantsless inebriant.

(crowd murmuring)

I conclude that the guilty verdicts
are against reason,

insupportable and prejudiced
and I hereby vacate them.

(bangs gavel)

Prosecution will, of course,
take its appeal.

(crowd murmuring)

-Hey, can they do that?
-Your Honor, this jury

heard and weighed four days of testimony.

Three days of experts.

-This is wrong.
-Quiet. Quiet.

But they're criminals.
These are criminals.

-And you, Judge, you're a criminal.
-Silence or contempt.

(murmuring)

Can he do that? Just change the guilty
to not guilty like that?

For the record, people will appeal.

Can we win in appeal?

You kidding? One chance in ten.

This court stands adjourned
till 10:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

You know, those guys were bums,
but they spoke more truth

than you did up there today.

-Behave yourself, officer.
-Let's go.

That's not right.

HENRY: I don't know, Fay.
The man just formed

a women's rights commission.
I think it's a safe bet

if he's called to meet with you again
he's got something special in mind.

Uh, well, you can tell me all about it
at dinner.

Don't be nervous.

Just be yourself. Pick you up at 8:00.

Vacated the verdict?

Rare, but it happens
when a judge gets fed up enough.

Damn it. Did my guys do that bad a job?

No, they didn't.

It's just a funny set of circumstances.

Your client got off. Why the long face?

It's just-- something's not kosher.

Heiser looked like he didn't have
a care in the world.

And it's true the eyewitnesses were weak,
but their testimony was sound.

You're talking about a judge
with an impeccable service record.

-I'm running late.
-See you tonight.

Oh, hi, Ms. Davenport.

Captain, I just finished listening
to those bookie tapes.

And?

There's something you got to hear.

Man, I'm telling you, I don't have to
fill this thing out. The judge--

Sir, I already explained to you.

Nobody lectures without first
setting a day and a time with me

and I don't have any open dates
till the 19th.

I should have known you guys wouldn't be
interested in hearing what I had to say.

-But this whole thing is bogus.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Calm down.
-What do you want?

Come here.

Come here.

What the hell was going on back there?

"The Predicament of the Disabled."

I wrote up my lecture.

It's a good title. I like that.

Yeah, well, when I asked four-eyes
for a room,

he immediately says no dice.

-I can't get on the schedule for a month.
-You got to wait your turn.

Oh, you, too, huh?

Whoa.

If you think you're going off to paint
more cars, you're wrong.

No, I was thinking dynamite this time.

You go back up to the desk
and you get a date to talk to the men.

You don't leave here until you do that.

-You think you can stop me from leaving?
-Yeah.

Because I'm in a wheelchair
you think you can handle me?

Well, if I can't,
I'll find six cops who can.

All right.

I'll get on the schedule.

You like fights?

Boxing?

Yeah. I guess.

How about going to the fights with me?

Well, would you like to do that?

Yeah.

I don't know if this place
has a ramp, though.

We'll work it out.

I got a police escort, don't I?

Yeah.

HOWARD: You want to see me, Frank?

Yeah, would you close the door,
please, Howard?

I want you to hear something.

Uh... it's from a few years back.

BEN (on tape): Morning, officer.
What's your pleasure?

HOWARD (on tape): The crullers, please.

BEN: Sorry?

HOWARD: The crullers. A box of crullers.

BEN: Oh, Detective Douglas' crullers.

HOWARD: That's right.

BEN: Here you go. Everything's in the box.

Bottom of the box.

HOWARD: All right.

BEN: Don't eat it all in one place.

(laughs)

HOWARD:
Detective Douglas wouldn't like that.

(door opens, closes)

BEN: Badge number 1146.

Patrolman H. Hunter.

Payoff for Douglas and Callie.

(turns tape off)

You're on tape three times.

It's all pretty much
the same conversation.

When it happened,
I was six weeks on the force.

(sighs)

A couple of detectives tapped me
to do the run once a week

at this, uh, pastry shop.

The money was out of sight.
It was in a box of crullers,

Did you take any?

No.

Not that that makes any difference.

But you knew the contents?

Not to begin with.

Not till one of the sergeants
in the precinct told me how it was.

(sighs)

How was that for the most naive...

rookie story you ever heard?

You were 28 years old, Howard.
You were hardly a kid.

In the back of my mind
I knew it from the start.

Then why?

I don't know.

(sighs)

I...

(scoffs)

I had just gotten back from Vietnam.

After what I'd seen over there,

the corruption
in the very fabric of things,

seemed no different here.

I decided that, uh,

it was beyond me to address all that.

That others could govern their lives,

I would govern mine.

(chuckles)

The fact is,

I was too much a coward
to confront those detectives, Frank,

and I put in for a transfer instead.

And when that transfer didn't come
for two months...

I continued to make the pickups.

We have to be practical, Howard.

Because of the amount of time
that's gone by, you can't be prosecuted.

But this information
is gonna have to circulate.

It's gonna be in your jacket.

I understand
that you initiated this operation, Frank.

There's nothing I can do about it now,
Howard. It's gone too far.

No, no, no. Don't get me wrong.

I-- I'm glad it stands revealed.

Fifteen years ago,
I was handed the broken saber,

and I have kept it hidden under my tunic
all these years.

I have failed the people
who gave me their trust.

I failed you, Frank.

And for that, I'm sorry.

And I apologize.

Howard, it's just poor judgment.

But in the context of what I fully expect

to continue to be
a highly distinguished career.

May I go?

Hey, Andy,
remember four years ago at Flugie's

when Al Simmons took on
the Riverview JC football team?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, they slaughtered him, right?

-Yeah, but that was--
-But he put six of them in traction.

Hey, the guy was using a two-by-four.

Hey, you're not worried, are you, Bobby?

No, he is not. Come on, Bobby.

-We got to pick up Daryl Ann.
-Catch you over there, babe.

No, sweat, kid, all right. Simmons
couldn't win a geriatrics tournament.

-The guy is history.
-He's the same age as I am.

ANDY: Come on!

Hey-hey, Lieutenant.

You better snap it up
if we're gonna make it to the bout.

-What?
-The bout.

You know, the fight. Bobby's fighting.

Oh, the fight. Well, I'm afraid
I won't be able to go, John.

Lieutenant, if you're worried
about what was on that tape, don't be.

Everybody makes mistakes.

(chuckles) Hell, ask the man who knows.

As a matter of fact,
I was thinking about Midway.

Oh. Midway to what?

(chuckles) It was a sea battle. WWII.

It changed the course
of the war in the Pacific.

At one point, three squadrons
of obsolete American torpedo bombers

flew unprotected
through murderous enemy fire

to press home the attack.

They knew they were flying
to almost certain death, but they went.

Only one planed survived.

Do you know what courage that took, John?

To go out and meet that fate?

Yeah.

Well, you know, I think about those things
on Veteran's Day.

I do.

Crullers.

Boy... boy, you talk about
your massacres, huh?

Bobby's gonna put that bum
in four different hospitals.

Lieutenant, you got to come.

(sobbing)

I'm sorry. (clears throat)

-(sniffles)
-Uh, Lieutenant...

Look, I've been down this road.

You got to put it behind you.
You got to forget about it.

You have any idea
how many generations of Hunters

have served king and country
on the field of combat?

All--

all performed with dignity and honor.

Lieutenant...

A million years ago, you got pinched

to run a few bucks
for a couple of lowlife flatfoots.

It ain't exactly like
selling the H bomb to the Russians.

I have to take a shower.

Yeah, yeah, hey, okay.
Hey, you do that, huh?

It'll give you a new perspective,
and then we can go to the fight.

-I'm not going.
-(shower running)

Okay.

What are you gonna do?

(exhales)

DARYL ANN:
You get enough to eat, Bobby Hill?

-Yeah.
-Real good, Daryl Ann.

Well, it's a good thing
you don't have a weight limit to make.

I had a girlfriend
who dated a bantamweight.

Little tiny, itty-bitty guy.

Always sticking his finger
down his throat.

Daryl Ann. Daryl Ann.

Do you think you
could put a cork in it, please?

Well, I was just
trying to help Bobby relax.

Try silence.

Well, who died and made him the pope?

Keep talking, baby.

Have some gum.

Here, give me one, too.

-Thirty seconds, Renko.
-ANDY: Thirty seconds.

Bobby Hill, you're gonna
kick this guy's butt.

ANNOUNCER: In the middleweight division,
a first round elimination bout.

In the red corner,

weighing in at 161 and one half pounds...

-Cutting it close, aren't you?
-(chuckles) I made it, didn't I?

Al "The Enforcer" Simmons.

(cheers, boos)

I hope you brought your money, Leo.

You bet on this, Schnitz?

Hey!

In the blue corner,

at 163 pounds,

Representing Hill Street,

Bobby "Blueberry" Hill.

(honks horn)

If you're told to break, you break clean.

-Blueberry Hill?
-Yeah, Fats Domino was a real heavyweight.

In the event of a knockdown,
you go to the furthest neutral corner.

-Come on, Bobby!
-Come on!

All right, fellas, let's shake hands.

Let's have a clean fight
and no one gets hurt.

Three rounds of boxing.

The guy's a real chump, Bobby.

He couldn't hit the ground
falling out of a tree.

-Bobby's dead.
-Simmons will kill him.

(exhales)

Move, pace yourself.
We'll take the decision.

-(crowd chanting)
-Thirty seconds, Renko. That's max.

Whatever's right.

(crowd chanting) Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!

(bell rings)

-Get up!
-One...

-Stay down.
-...two,

-three...
-Get up!

-Bobby, get up.
-Stay down.

-Get up. Get up!
-Stay down.

-...seven, eight, nine...
-Get up.

You okay? You okay? What's your name?

-Hill.
-Okay.

Come on, Bobby! He's going!

(horn honking)

Break. Break.

Get him, Bobby!

Kill him, Bobby! Kill him!

-(cheering)
-(horn honking)

(chanting) Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!

(cheering)

Come on, get in the corner.

One, two, three,

-four, five, six...
-(indistinct)

...seven, eight, nine, ten.

-He's out.
-(bell rings)

(cheering)

FAY: I thought for sure
he was gonna ask me

to be the token female
on some token commission.

But I got the genuine feeling
that he cares.

-You know, he really listened to me.
-Ozzie's a good man.

I think you'll be a valuable part
of his administration.

You know, I think so, too, Henry.

Thank you.

To you, Fay.

I don't know anyone
who deserves happiness more.

Would it embarrass you
if I told you I love you?

Of course not.

I don't mean I love you,
I want to go to bed with you.

I mean I love you.

Not that I haven't thought about it.

-About what?
-You know.

Us, in the same room,

without clothes.

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry.
I-I didn't mean to embarrass you.

I-- I know,
that's nothing strong between us.

Fay.

What?

You're beautiful.

And I have thought about us
making love to each other.

Now let me tell you
why that would be completely wrong.

Why?

Well, for one thing,
there's Frank to consider.

Now, I know that he's remarried,
and you and I are single adults,

but that's not the point.

I mean,
you two have to work with each other.

And besides,
you know when sex enters a relationship,

uh, it gets all tense
and possessive and...

(sighs)

Henry, what you and I have
is-is so special.

I would cut my wrists
before I'd do anything to jeopardize that.

Maybe you're right.

You're not angry, are you?

Of course not.

Why risk it?

Onward and upward.

Walk you to the door?

Oh, no, that's okay.

Thank you, Henry Goldblume.

For dinner and for you and everything.

You're welcome. Kiss the kids for me.

I will.

They're with my mother tonight.

Good night.

(moans) Henry, this is wrong.

No, it's not.

(exhales)

Well, are we gonna do this double parked
or are you gonna come in?

(classical music playing)

Something esprit de corps.

A quick, extemporaneous haiku.

Wind, shudders dark,

leaves of fortune...

tree,

you stand...

testament of my...

opacity.

(gun cocks)

Clean application of pressure.

Function of a simple algebraic equation.

Be a man about it.

I love you, Mom.

(gunshot)

(closing theme playing)