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(crowd cheering)
NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...
(crowd cheering)
-Captain, if there's cops on the take-- -One step at a time.
Officers! Everybody, hands on the table!
-(overlapping dialogues) -Up against the wall.
The guilty verdicts are against reason, insupportable,
-and I hereby vacate them. -(gavel pounds)
The eyewitnesses were weak, but their testimony was sound.
You're talking about a judge with an impeccable service record.
That was my car back there!
Well, you shouldn't have been parked in a handicapped zone!
You got what you deserved, buddy.
Oh, yeah? Well, you take a look at this, buddy!
You are under arrest!
Are we gonna do this double-parked, or are you gonna come inside?
-Whoa. -Because I'm in a wheelchair,
you think you can handle me?
Well, if I can't, I'll find six cops who can.
Mr. Seltzer's in the market for a trade.
A security fund.
-Which contains? -A lot of voices. A lot of conversations.
SELTZER: Badge number 1146, patrolman H. Hunter,
payoff for Douglas and Caulley.
You're on tape three times.
It's all pretty much the same conversation.
(gun cocks)
(chanting) Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby! Bobby!
NARRATOR: And now, tonight on Hill Street Blues...
Yesterday you said you wanted to try being a gimp.
What, did you change your mind already?
You can't come with me, Gerry.
Did we ruin a perfectly good relationship, or what?
You know better than that.
I called you twice.
I waited all day for you to return my calls.
Look familiar to you? County courthouse. Man, that's Judge Cole.
J.D.: This is too sweet.
This could go anyplace. This could reach into my own office.
It scares me not knowing who to trust.
We could start with each other, Irwin.
Instead, all night I get these phone calls.
-They tell me I'm a dead man. -Ben, I have to know what you've got.
It's what you've got. You got a rotten department.
(indistinct chattering)
Item six, lookout continues for Honky, the guard goose,
now in hour 38 of disappearance.
Testimony from afflicted grocers at the Decca markets
and an early-morning fracas
that sent one German Shepherd to the neighborhood vet
indicates that said gander continues
in its wanton and conscienceless orgy
of fowl play.
(quacking)
ESTERHAUS: That goose is out there, folks.
Let's get him!
(quacking)
All right, item seven,
Detective Belker commences undercover today
as one of our city's disabled citizens.
MAN: That's a fact.
Mick's wheelchair will be circulating approximate to banks in the area
bounded by Elmwood, North Delaware, and Sumner Streets.
Nature of the undercover commends area patrols
to particular alertness for backup.
All right, item eight,
Robert Hill enters the squared circle this evening
for what he claims will be his fistic swan song.
MAN: Yeah. Yeah.
ESTERHAUS: 8:30 sharp at East Street Gym.
Now, Bobby tangles with vice's Dwight "Butt-Ugly" Stafford...
-Yeah! -Get him, Bobby!
Oh!
ESTERHAUS: ...Brower department's middleweight crown.
Tickets at Morrisey's or via Officer Schnitz.
Now, let's remember,
the proceeds resuscitate the PAL boxing program.
They're gonna have to resuscitate Dwight Stafford
when Bobby gets finished tattooing his noggin.
MAN: Yeah!
You will root for both seafarer's safe return to port,
and secondarily, that Hill cleans Stafford's clock.
(cheers and applause)
WOMAN: Get him, Bobby!
Item last, a continuing reminder
that betting with bookies over the next fortnight
is not only fiscally imprudent, it can buy you a bust.
Now, all betting, till otherwise advised, should be mano a mano.
All right, that's it. Let's roll.
And hey, hey!
-Let's be careful out there. -(all cheer)
(chanting) Bobby! Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby! Bobby!
Bobby's bad! Bobby's bad when he gets mad! He's superbad!
-Superbad! Superbad! -Hey, easy, easy.
Hey, Bobby.
Hey, Luce, no jokes, please. I'm in a lot of pain.
No jokes. I just wanted to tell you how good you looked last night.
-Oh, thanks. -You got me seven, too.
My pleasure.
So now, uh, what should we do? Should we lean, or should we back off?
Yeah, come on, Bobby. Vice is already calling about action for tonight.
Oh, I don't know. I don't know. Right now, I'd make me even money to live.
Hey, supercop! Hey, nice fight.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
(whooping)
-Are we ready? -Ready for what?
Yesterday you said you wanted to try being a gimp.
-What, you change your mind already? -No, no.
Okay, then. Let's go. Where's your chair, hotshot?
You can't come with me, Gerry.
Hey, we got it rotten enough out there without some amateur giving us a bad name.
-They won't allow it. You could get hurt. -Oh, now that'd be terrible, wouldn't it?
I might have to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair.
-I'm sorry. -HOWARD: Detective...
-I require a word with you. -Sure, Lieutenant.
-You okay? -No, I am not.
I was about to assist two uniforms in an off-duty arrest last night
when I discovered that my service revolver was loaded with blank cartridges.
I don't know what you mean.
My inference is that you had access to my gun
while I was in the shower yesterday,
and you replaced my live ammunition with blanks.
Let me get this straight.
You're mad because I kept you from killing yourself?
The only thing that you kept me from doing, Detective,
was bringing down a felon.
Oh, yeah? What do you want to tell me about that?
What, the phone rang, you got mixed up and answered the iron?
Lieutenant, I think you ought to go talk to the captain.
You have no right to touch another officer's equipment.
You and I have nothing further to discuss. Good day.
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, Irv Luboff. -I thought we did business yesterday.
I've got a worried client here, Mr.--
I wouldn't try bait-and-switch if I were you, Ben.
We've copied your tapes and have your signed authorization to use them.
Look at me, Captain. Nobody's trying to pull anything.
We gotta talk. You got to get me a better deal.
In exchange for what?
I'll give you something in exchange. Please, Captain.
Neal, J.D.
BEN: They should have known I was stand-up.
They should have known Ben Seltzer was a right guy.
Instead, all night, I get these phone calls.
-They tell me I'm a dead man. -Who does?
Promise me, get me relocation, then I'll tell you.
Ben, we have to know what you've got.
It's what you've got. You got a rotten department.
You got a whole division on the take, and then they're gonna kill people?
You back that up, and you'll have your deal.
Oh, I'll back it up.
You just keep me alive, and not with no vice cops.
Ben, I think a stipulation to terms might be appropriate here.
I have to see something on the table.
Ben, I wouldn't give fact one unless we have some guarantee--
You want a start?
-Little Switzerland. -LAWYER: Ben, shut up.
BEN: The lockers at the 119th Street depot.
-There's more payoffs there than a bank! -Shut up.
I want this agreement guaranteed by your chief and the DA's office.
-Work it out. -You'll recommend?
If he'll deliver. You want him protected?
Ben's indicated that he has some--
Go try and sell a business like mine with a police escort.
End of business latest. I want him out of the cold.
Let's go. Ben.
Yeah.
Think he's dealing in the street, Captain?
Put a tag on Seltzer. I don't want him out of our sight.
Stake out the lockers at the 119th Street depot.
Continue a surveillance by camera until I take it off.
Got it.
Uh, Captain...
Have you, uh, seen Lieutenant Hunter today?
No. Why?
Okay, now, he swears I'm wrong, but I don't buy it.
I think he put a gun to his head last night.
I think he tried to kill himself.
If that's true, J.D., I need to hear everything you know.
The guy was in such bad shape.
I didn't want to take a chance, so I put some blanks into his gun.
Now, he comes in today with some cockamamie story
and a bandage about that big on the side of his head.
Why didn't you tell me this yesterday?
You don't say something like that on just a hunch.
But, Captain, the guy's out on a ledge. You got to talk to him; now.
-Ray, where's Howard? -Sniper call, Oak Street.
Henry, Henry, take a ride with me.
Blue Fox One, have you got access on a second set of stairs?
MAN: Blue Fox One to Fox Leader. Negative on the second stairs.
Blue Fox One, continue to reconnoiter.
-MAN: Roger, Blue Fox Leader. -Howard, can I speak to you for a minute?
-Now, Frank? -Henry will fill in.
All right, give the lieutenant a read on the position.
Okay, Lieutenant, we got a lone gunman,
last window on the left corner of the building.
Howard, I just had a talk with J.D., and I'm concerned
it may not be appropriate for you to be out here.
-Now, just a minute, Frank. -J.D. thinks you tried to kill yourself.
-That's nonsense. -What's that?
That's a household mishap.
Or a powder burn.
Frank, I am fully able to meet my professional responsibilities.
MAN: Blue Fox One to Fox Leader.
We've got a dumbwaiter shaft we're clear to access.
HOWARD: Fox Leader. Fox Leader.
Can you take him without injury?
High probability if we can distract him, sir.
All right, Blue Fox, I want you to prepare for tear gas.
Stand by.
Ballantine, prepare to deploy tear gas on my command.
Blue Fox One to Fox Leader.
I want you to move in on him on two counts after the tear gas goes in.
-Do you copy? -MAN: Affirmative.
-Are you prepared? -Affirmative.
Stand by.
-You ready, Ballantine? -Yes, sir.
Now.
(glass shatters)
Backup positions, let's move!
MAN: Got him, sir.
Any further questions?
See me at the station.
(siren wailing)
Oh! I'm sorry, lady.
(groans)
(breathing heavily)
(growling)
-What do you think you're doing, huh? -Hey!
-Are you following me? -I saw what's been going on!
Every curb you come to, you get out and lift the chair over.
-That's good. That's authentic. -Stop following me.
Who says I'm following anybody?
I got just as much right to be on the street as you do.
Not when you're interfering with police business, you don't,
so you turn it around and beat it.
Oh, what are you gonna do, bust me again?
You got it.
Hey! Hey!
You know what your mistake is, man?
You think it's just a guy in a wheelchair.
Well, it ain't. I mean, it's an attitude, man.
It's a way of life! Look at you. You're standing up.
(scoffs)
It's just like I said, man, no soul.
Hey, excuse me, would you tell Jimmy
that Bobby Hill's here to pick up his tickets?
Hey, Bobby Hill, I saw you won your fight.
-Come on. I got your number. -How you doing, Bobby?
Hey, did you get your mouthpiece?
Yeah, well, I wanted to talk to you about that.
And, uh, no, Steve, I ain't got the mouthpiece yet.
Andy.
See, Andy, I got this problem
in that I had to spend some of the 20,
which I appreciated you gave to me.
Forget about it.
'Cause, I got my first fight Saturday. I could pay you back after that.
So, I was wondering maybe if I could borrow a few more.
No. No way.
Oh.
Okay.
Well, thanks anyway.
Hey, uh, here you go, Bobby.
Your people want ringside, you got to come early.
-Okay, thanks. -Wrong Bobby, numskull.
Good. Right.
Uh... I'll see you guys.
-Has he really got a fight? -Shields? Sure, he does.
Bill him "Irish," put him in with a black guy,
he'll do some business.
-He got a future? -You wanna know what his future is?
He gets flattened twice, pockets a little change,
commission takes away his license.
Then he moves to another state, puts "Irish" in front of another name,
and he gets knocked out some more.
The future for him is drooling into a cup and stroking out at 50.
Teach your kids hockey.
They'll live longer.
Let's go, Steve.
J.D.: Hey.
There's a suspicious-looking character if I ever saw one.
-Get a picture. -Nah, I'm down to my last two shots, babe.
Hey, come on. Who's to say she's not the chief trigger
for some crazed female assassination group?
Man, she could murder me.
-(sighs) -Man, I just can't believe it.
-What? -Hunter trying to do himself in.
-That's the last cat I would have thought. -Neal, a guy that's wrapped that tight,
he pops a mainspring, the only thing he's thinking is to eat his piece.
-Look at Hogan in South Ferry. -Yeah.
-Kimball in Castle Heights. -Manowitz.
Baker did it with an Italian number, .7 millimeter.
Sanky.
Yeah, he took poison.
Hey, what about Pepitone?
He smoked it... same as Appleson.
Benedetto.
Man, it must feel good, something like that.
I mean, stopping a suicide.
You ought to know, pal.
You did it enough times for me.
-NEAL: Hey. -J.D.: Hmm?
You see that guy over there?
WOMAN (on PA): ...and Omaha is now ready for boarding...
-Mm-hmm. -(camera shutter clicks)
-Look familiar to you? -Yeah, I don't know.
County courthouse, man, that's Judge Cole.
Oh, no. This is too sweet.
WOMAN (on PA): Will passengers with tickets
please check their luggage at the gate?
-Uh, let's take it real easy, bro. -Yeah, but let's take it.
WOMAN (on PA): Final call for bus 91.
LUCY: What's he doing back there? Joe, get him up, would you?
Come on, kid.
You can do 60 miles an hour on a city street,
you can sit up straight.
It's this vinyl, man.
Have you ever looked at this vinyl back here?
It's got-- It's got, like, these holes,
like craters on the moon, you know?
Like craters on the moon with little holes,
and inside there's, like, these shadows.
Behind the shadows, there's, like, these little things with torches,
like little people with torches trying to signal us.
You see what drugs do to your brain? You're talking like a crazy man.
Joe, there's a goose over there attacking a vegetable stand.
All right, you stay put.
You see that ashtray? Keep your eyes on that ashtray.
Don't get out of the car, you understand?
MAN: Get out of here, you dumb bird!
(goose honking)
Officers, officers, come here, will you please?
Got to be honky, huh?
MAN: Please, officers, there's a bird here. Look at this thing.
I can see it, sir!
-MAN: It's all over my vegetables! -I see that.
Calm down. We'll take care of it.
-All right. -Cuff him, Luce.
-That's cute. -How do you want to do this?
(honks)
-I'll, uh, I'll just go for-- -(honks)
I'll go low, and you just go high, that's all.
-Just... -All right.
Take it easy. Hi. Hi. Hi, honky.
I'll count to three, and then we'll do it.
Yeah, that's good.
All right.
-One... two... three. -(squawks)
(honking)
Grab that thing. Walk! Look out! Joe!
-LEO: Honky the guard goose, right? -Oh, he told me his name was Chuck.
-Must have been a hell of a fight. -Yeah, that part didn't work out.
We had to feed him animal tranquilizer on a lettuce leaf.
Where'd you get animal tranquilizer?
Right here.
This kid was going 60 down Utica in a spaceship,
if you know what I mean.
I think Honky ate half the evidence.
-Hey. Hey. -Leo.
Ah, B cell is empty.
-Give him a pan of water. -I'm gonna clean the kid up.
They had to share the back of the unit.
(honking)
Oh, Captain, we have something to show you.
Here, get a load of these.
Judge Cole?
Yeah, opened up the locker like it was the front door to his house.
-Mm-hmm. Bag was kinda hefty, too. -You trail him?
Back to the courthouse, took the bag inside with him.
Now, we nail Heyser on a manslaughter rap, Cole vacates the verdict.
What do you want to bet there's money in that bag,
and it's coming from Heyser?
Nothing to say he wasn't picking up his gym shorts.
We have to get him on tape. I want to get a look at that bag, too.
All right, how 'bout we plant somebody on his calendar
and see if he bites on a bribe?
Choreograph with the DA's office for this afternoon.
-Let's see if we can avoid an entrapment. -Okay.
Excuse us, gentlemen.
All right, what's this bookie Seltzer got
that's worth our giving him relocation, Frank?
He claims he can substantiate widespread corruption.
Can he?
The tapes he gave us yesterday were as advertised.
I understood they were also antique.
He gave us a drop location for payoffs which turned up Judge Milton Cole.
"Heads'll Roll" Cole?
We're sending LaRue in this afternoon to see if he'll take a bribe.
LaRue will be wired?
Good for you.
Seltzer also claims that Midtown Vice is completely compromised.
Let's follow it out, Frank, wherever it goes.
I intend to. Having said which, I have a favor to ask.
Sounds to me like you got one coming.
It's about Howard Hunter.
He's on some of Seltzer's tapes from 15 years ago.
-Was he on the take? -He was a bag man. He never took a cent.
What do you need, Frank?
If he could be spared an IAD hearing.
-I'll take care of it. -Thank you.
Full-bore on the rest of it, Frank.
Full-bore.
Occur to you whose precinct that was?
Yes.
Commander Cleveland of Midtown.
Wouldn't that be something, Frank, if Ozzie got tarred with this brush?
I think the whole department would be tarred.
I don't think there'd be any winners, Chief.
You're right.
Keep me posted, Frank.
Hey! Hey!
(horn honking)
-I got it, Mick! -(horns honking)
You are caught, dog breath! Give me that money! Get up!
He came out from between the cars. I didn't have a chance to stop.
-Anybody get the license of that truck? -Don't move.
I'm sorry, fella. You came out of nowhere.
It's okay.
Mick. Hey, Mick. How's the chair? Is the chair all right?
Will you forget about the stupid chair? You hurt anywhere?
How would I know that?
-Move your arm, move your fingers. -It's okay. I'm all right.
He just clipped me, is all.
Get me back to the chair, okay, Mick? Come on.
He came out like a crazy man! I could have killed him!
Hey, don't have a cow, all right, buddy? No lawsuit.
-Hey, we got him, didn't we, Mick? -(growling)
-You are under arrest, dirtbag. -What?
Short date for the preliminary, illegal possession and discharge.
Preliminary hearing, 1:00 p.m. tomorrow.
(gavel bangs)
-Ten-minute recess. -All rise.
-His Honor got a minute? Court business. -Chambers.
-(knock on door) -Uh, Judge Cole?
Yes?
Detective John LaRue, Hill Street.
What can I do for you, Detective?
Just give me a couple minutes of your time.
Shut it.
(door closes)
(sighs)
Uh, I'm one of the arresting officers
on a case you got coming up, that boy Rothmore.
You arraign him this afternoon.
And?
-I'd like to give you a little background. -As long as it's only a little.
This kid's got problems, most of them behind the wheel.
-You got kids, Your Honor? Teenagers? -Two.
Well, then I don't have to tell you anything about kids.
Uh, this kid's got great parents, and they're just sick about this.
Now, they realize Walter's gonna get a fine,
but they're real worried 'cause it's his fifth offense.
Fifth offense should buy him 60 days.
There it is. That's the tragedy.
See, his folks are hoping he'll get past this and go on to college,
but with that on his record...
Your point, Detective?
You see, Walter's parents are involved in all sorts of charity work.
Now, what they said to me was,
they'd like to make an appropriate contribution.
Two thousand dollars.
In return for?
A little understanding of this kid's situation,
a little looking out for his future.
(sighs)
Now, I think the PBA should get half the money,
and... well, some judicial charity, the other half.
I'm not opposed to showing a little mercy,
if the occasion merits it.
Oh, I think it does, Your Honor.
I think this is a salvageable kid.
Now, they were wondering...
that if they do make a charitable contribution...
Could you choose it for them?
What's that?
A thousand cash...
for the judicial charity.
Suspended sentence.
They'll really appreciate that.
Oh, there's a couple officers waiting outside to see you.
-Should I show 'em in? -Who?
They'll introduce themselves.
What's going on?
You're under arrest, Your Honor.
-Just trying to call you. -Henry.
I'm sorry. I should have called you before.
Can we talk?
Now?
Sure.
So did we ruin a perfectly good relationship or what?
You know better than that.
I called you twice.
I waited all day for you to return my calls.
It was inconsiderate.
(sighs) I didn't hear you go this morning.
I didn't want to wake you.
Tell me the truth.
Were you disappointed with me?
God...
No.
Well, then why did you leave?
-I guess I was scared. -Of what?
(sighs) I don't know.
Didn't please you, maybe.
(exhales)
Are you kidding?
Henry... you're a wonderful lover.
Oh.
Thank you.
Do you want to go to the Shore for the weekend?
This weekend?
(chuckles) Yeah, we could leave Frank Jr. with Frank,
take the baby with us, you know, nothing fancy.
Uh... yes.
-(giggles) Just get away. -Let's do it.
Are you sure?
Yes, Fay, I'm sure.
(laughs)
-Come on, move! -I knew what I was doing!
You mean you were trying to get yourself killed.
I was leading him a little too far, that's all.
You're gonna lead him right into jail, nosebleed.
I am through with this from you. Now, you go in there and wait for me.
Taylor, Herbert,
suspicion, grand theft person and resisting arrest.
Hey, what about me? I thought I was under arrest, too.
I said get in there!
-Let's have an address, Mr. Taylor. -1412 East Utica.
What are you, deaf to plain English?
-What's the matter? You okay? -Yeah, yeah. I'm okay.
I told you a million times.
I just need some water. I'm thirsty.
Over there, and then I want to see you at my desk.
Yeah, yeah, okay!
(door opens)
-Frank. -Howard.
(door opens, closes)
I was waiting for you to come see me.
Here I am.
I want you to know I spoke to Chief Daniels about the tapes.
Well, I don't think there's any need to protect me, Frank.
I'm fully prepared to confront
whatever charges the department wishes to bring against me.
There aren't gonna be any, Howard.
But, frankly, I don't think departmental consequences
should be your biggest concern right now.
Well, it seems to me that we've proven my ability to do the job.
And, uh, in all due respect, uh...
I'm not sure that anything further is your business.
I'm also your friend.
-Friends respect each other's privacy. -Privacy, yes.
Not hurtful isolation, Howard.
As your captain, I have to be concerned
about the 20 people working under you, too.
Now, you haven't seen one moment of behavior from me
that would give you any reason for concern, nor will you.
I'm sorry, but handling one situation in the field
doesn't convince me, Howard.
Frank, I've given you no cause.
Judas, don't take my job away.
That's not my present intention.
But I'm asking you, please, to seek professional help.
-I'm urging you to-- -I don't believe that that's necessary.
I don't think you even realize what you've done.
(scoffs) I botched a suicide attempt.
I had a box of live shells in my closet
and ample opportunity to make a second attempt work.
Frank, I chose life.
Come on, Howard.
If J.D. hadn't done what he'd done, you'd be dead right now.
There's no neat capsule you can fit that into.
I'm asking you to seek help... please.
I'm asking as a friend.
Well, as a friend... I'll consider it.
(door opens)
MICK: Let's have some room.
-Call the paramedics. -What happened?
He was drinking water. I was behind him.
He kept drinking water, and then he just fell out of the chair.
Get his feet elevated.
All right, we're gonna need a blanket here. Blanket!
MICK: Everybody stand back.
He's not breathing.
Medics are on their way.
What's wrong? What'd you stop for? Help him.
I was just talking to him. Come on, damn it! Breathe!
Move away, Mick, please.
Jeez, I was just talking to him.
I was told they were bringing in Judge Cole.
Just coming in now.
Irwin, Irwin! Irwin, there's been a terrible mistake.
Get him into interrogation. Get Captain Furillo.
IRWIN: Judge Cole, you've been advised.
Irwin, listen to what I'm trying to tell you.
I'd suggest you have an attorney present.
There is absolutely no need for an attorney.
What you'll hear on that tape is my trying to elicit evidence
after felonious solicitation.
What about these, Judge?
What were you trying to elicit in the bus depot?
I was in a bus terminal. What's that supposed to prove?
We have pictures of you picking up a bag of money,
we have the bag, $10,000 in cash inside, we have the wire, and we have you.
But I'm not gonna prosecute you, Judge.
I'm turning you.
You're gonna give us faces, names, and places,
and then you're gonna resign in disgrace, which is what you are.
Captain, I just got a call. We lost the tail on Seltzer.
-Damn. -He shook it.
-Try to pick it up. -Guy like that's got a lot of mouse holes.
I'm getting real bad feelings, Frank.
About?
All of it.
You've got people openly making and receiving bribes.
That establishes habit and duration.
It establishes a belief of impunity.
-Let's see where it goes, Irwin. -I'm trying to make a point, Frank.
I know, and I'm saying to take it easy.
My point is this, if this is in the fabric of things,
if you've got a pervasive corruption...
Driving up, I'm thinking, "This could go anyplace.
This could reach into my own office."
I'm a company man, Frank.
It scares me not knowing who to trust.
We could start with each other, Irwin.
I'd appreciate that.
I'd appreciate having someone to talk to.
Same for me.
Thanks, Frank.
(sighs) Sorry about getting so nervous.
Hey, Kenny.
-John? -Yeah?
I want to apologize for my outburst this morning.
Hey, no problem.
Especially under the circumstances. It was unconscionable.
I believe these are yours.
Uh, Lieutenant?
-You feeling okay? -Yes.
You know, in Japan, your sort of intercession would entail
you're watching over the rest of my... my earthly career.
Oh, yeah?
I want you to feel no such obligation.
-Thank you, John. -(stutters) Uh, it's okay.
It's okay.
I'm Tom Shorter. I own the goose.
Oh, sure, Mr. Shorter. He's right back there.
The, uh, cell door's unlocked. You can just take him home.
Thanks.
(goose honking)
I gave you artichoke hearts.
I bought you live grasshoppers, and this is what you do to me.
You obey other people.
You go out on your own. You...
I ought to... wring your neck.
(honking, squawking)
Leo! Leo, what's going on with that goose?
What have you done? You have killed a defenseless animal.
I didn't. I swear. I never touched him.
I walked in to put the leash on, and he just... fell over.
I could have you arrested for cruelty to animals.
Wait a minute. I could just say I was gonna eat him.
Then I'll have you arrested for slaughtering livestock in a public area.
-You keep doing it to me. -Get out of here.
Get out of here before I'm no longer responsible for my actions.
Poor guy.
After all he went through.
Must weigh 30, 35 pounds.
Probably all dark meat.
-Ice. -Upstairs refrigerator.
I think there is a container in supply that's big enough.
-We gonna do it? -I'm gonna kick some butt.
-We gonna show some stuff? -If I don't get him in 30 seconds--
-Cut it out. -Then he's gonna do it to me.
Roberto, with thoughts like that,
Norman Vincent Peale would have died broke.
-Yeah. -Yeah?
-Yeah. You gonna hurt somebody? -Uh-huh!
-I'm gonna hurt somebody! -You gonna hurt somebody bad?
-Yeah, I'm gonna hurt somebody bad! -You gonna cause some misery?
-Yeah, misery! -Get up, show me how to do it!
Get up and show me how! That's right! Go on! Let's go out there and get him!
-Get up and show me how! -I'm gonna get him!
Get up and show me how! Get up and show me how!
I'm gonna get him!
(banging)
-Hey, hey, hey, hey! What you doing? -I forgot my combination.
-It's 17 something. -Hey, we can arrest you, Bobby.
I got 13 bucks in there.
Give me that! Forget that, man! Forget that. Forget that crap!
You were breaking in there, weren't you?
-Weren't you? -Yeah.
I just needed a few bucks.
Go on.
Now, I'm gonna let you walk away from this one, Bobby,
but that's the last rhythm you're gonna get.
All right. Okay.
-I'm sorry. -Take off.
I'll see you, Steve. Good luck.
(clanging)
-Yeah?
-Hey! -Hey, how you doin'?
How does he look? How's he feeling?
He's gonna kill him. He's gonna do Pearl Harbor with this guy.
Is he doing the Americans or the Japanese?
Introducing, in the blue corner...
representing Hill Street...
weighing 163 pounds...
Bobby "Blueberry" Hill!
(cheering)
(chanting) Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!
Representing division vice...
at 165 pounds, Dwight Stafford!
(booing)
Boo!
-Damn, that man is ugly. -That man is butt-ugly.
For metro middleweight championship...
three rounds of boxing.
(bell dings)
Okay, Bobby, only 30 seconds! Go!
Take him down. Take him down. Come on, Bobby. Take him on down.
Fight, fight. Stay alive. Stay alive.
Come on. Come on, fight, fight.
Take it easy, Bobby. Give him an uppercut. Yeah!
Come on, Bobby!
-Get him, Bobby! -JOE: Come on, Bobby!
Jab! Do it again!
Jab. Jab. Do it again! Keep him down! Come on there, Bobby!
Keep him down. Keep him down.
Jab! Do it again! Jab! Jab! Do it again. Keep him down.
Come on, now, Bobby! Come on, jab! Jab! Do it again.
-J.D.: Bobby, 15! -RENKO: Fifteen! 15! 15!
Get him, Bobby!
Keep your hands up.
Twenty! Come on, ten more!
Keep playing him! Come on, Bobby! Just play him! Keep playing him!
Keep playing!
Come on, five more.
(overlapping chatter)
(booing)
One, two, three...
Get up, Bobby! Get up!
Six, seven, eight...
-Nine, ten! -(bell dings)
Bobby, he's done cold-cocked you.
(snaps)
Hey, Bobby. Do you know where you are?
St. Louis?
Is that mama?
Do you want me to go call him?
Mama? Mama?
He's supposed to come around.
I was supposed to meet him at the station.
(sighs) I think he's gonna be late.
Say goodnight, Gracie.
(water dripping)
(sighs)
(groans)
-Bobby, you hurt? -Only his pride, Joseph.
And my head and my body.
Listen, if you're up for it, why don't we go have a beer after this?
Yeah, yeah, I'd like that, Joe.
All right, so I'll meet you at Mulligan's? I'll have them set up an IV drip.
(both chuckle)
(sighs) We had a tough night.
Thanks, Larry. I appreciate the courtesy.
They found Ben Seltzer behind a supermarket in the Heights,
shot five times.
(sighs)
It doesn't have to be Armageddon, Frank.
They can all still be unrelated incidents.
I wouldn't bet on it.
I can't. My bookie just croaked.
(both laugh)
Tell me about your day.
-(sighs) I had a C-plus. -Hmm?
I saw something in Neiman's I may or may not buy you for Christmas.
-Tell. -No chance, and don't even guess.
(sighs)
I keep thinking about rats in the house.
-For every one you see-- -Enough, Frank.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Johnny one note.
(laughs)
-Well, he's walking pretty good. -Lucky punch, that's all.
I didn't see you in there
-taking any shots, big guy. -That's right.
You know, the way you went down, Bobby Hill,
it is a wonder you don't have a concussion.
Hey, I'm just lucky I don't have to do it again.
-This kid is retired. -Shoot.
-Oh, come on, Andy, he made the finals. -Shoot?
-He's a silver medalist! -That's right! And tomorrow I can wake up,
my headache'll be gone, and I'll still be pretty!
And Stafford will still be...
-Butt-ugly! -Butt-ugly!
-Butt-ugly! -Butt-ugly!
-Hey, Renko. Look. -Let's just keep on walking.
-(shouting) -Not on my account.
MAN: I didn't want to kill him!
And I aimed for his leg!
Aw, man!
Hey, Steve! Bobby!
Pretty damn stupid, Bobby.
No brains.
Too many shots to the head.
-I figure a two-year bit, right? -Three, maybe five.
Upstate? Food's pretty good.
I wouldn't know.
Hey, Bobby, you win your fight?
No.
Don't worry. Don't get discouraged.
(sighs)
I want you to be careful up there.
I done time before.
It ain't so bad, hell.
It's okay.
You just take it easy.
So long.
Going home, huh, Steve?
Thanks for the help.
Gee, I thought sure you'd wanna go see Bobby fight.
Mick, it wasn't your fault.
I think about him bleeding inside and not even knowing it, dying.
I killed him.
-How can you say that? -Because I promised him.
I said I'd let him teach me about wheelchairs,
and then I told him to get lost,
and I think people were always promising him things
and building his hopes up and then telling him to get lost.
You know, everything you've told me about Gaffney
reminds me of somebody else.
-Independent, defensive, a loner. -So?
So maybe that's what's bothering you.
You knew what he was going through, but you--
You didn't know how to tell him that.
You understood each other,
but you just didn't know how to be friends.
You... you couldn't make the connection.
I respected him. He knew that.
You know, when we first started going together, I thought...
"Any day now, Mick's gonna open up to me.
He's gonna tell me all his secrets."
But you never did.
And after a while, I knew you never would.
But that's okay. Some people gotta be like that.
But it's not always easy loving them.
(voice breaking) I shouldn't have yelled at him.
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