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Put the stool down right now!

I'll put you down!

NARRATOR:
Coming tonight on Hill Street Blues...

You totally believe
in the free enterprise system,

-anyone can become a success?
-Oh, without question.

The guy asked me to give him whipped cream
and hot fudge for 35 bucks.

I don't think I misunderstood.

Whipped cream and hot fudge?

Let's keep those other two Russians
comfortable and isolated.

Low profile, everybody. Nothing happened.

I understand there's a hostage situation
developing at Hill Street.

-A Russian.
-Actually, it's nothing.

They're breaking in down there.

(tires squeal)

Item seven. The yule approaches.

Uh, additional holiday assignments.

Foot patrol accompanying
the Salvation Army band

and Mt. Herman Baptist Gospel Choir
on their combined,

and I might add courageous annual serenade
of the Center Street Projects.

Officers Meyer, Granly and Schwartz.

Overseeing this afternoon's gift giveaway
at the Hurdle Youth Facility,

Margolis and Richmond.

Item eight concerns the visit of, uh...

Hmm, now these are representatives
of the Journalist Union for Publications

of Manufacturing and Farm Collectives

of the Soviet Republic of Georgia.

Now these scribes have asked
during their stay in our fair city

to see the situation
of the proletariat class

in a true American ghetto.

-(laughter)
-We qualify.

Lt. Hunter will supervise their tour
commencing at 800 hours.

Officers Hill and Renko
to serve as escorts.

Questions I'd like to ask them creeps.

There'll be no editorializing, Andy.

The podium notes with envy

your itinerary stop
at Maynard's Country Kitchen.

-Oh!
-ESTERHAUS: Item nine.

A particular rise in robberies
of pharmacies, ambulances,

medical and veterinary offices

has ensued following our recent
narcotics operation in Little Ecuador

and the panic is on, people.

Now Detective Belker
begins an undercover today

with the Fairview Ambulance Service.
Be alert for backup.

Tough choice.
Mouth to mouth from Belker or death.

-(laughter)
-ESTERHAUS: Item ten is a welcome return

to alumni Marty Nichols and Al Bolino...

(cheering)

...who along with six
of their fellow officers from South Ferry

will be fleshing out, as it were,

our ongoing prostitution undercover
on East Utica.

I'm afraid to ask Al
what he's gonna be doing.

(cheering)

Item 11,
what I hope is a very temporary situation.

You're advised of a temporary freeze

on all promotions as regards to the force.

(groaning)

Courage, Lucy.

Item last. A Christmas reminder
from our confreres in the judicial arm

share our own deep desire to honor
holiday shopping and party commitments.

Our adversaries in the streets,

sometimes their families
and loved ones as well.

In the seven days left until Christmas,

let us not therefore be adverse

to tipping the scales
on the close ones, huh?

Away from the bust.
Away from the paperwork.

Away from the testimony.

Away from the lonely
Christmas incarceration.

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

And, hey, hey.

Let's be careful out there.

MAN: You got it, Sarge.

Can't even speak my own language

when I have to go out to a place
to eat soul food with a bunch of Russkies.

Can you believe those jerks?

-Hey, that's rotten luck.
-It's not luck. It's politics.

Ozzie Cleveland just
wants everybody to know

just because he's a cop
he's not gonna be playing favorites.

Yeah, because of the budget problems.
That makes sense.

So you agree with him?

No, I agree what he said.
That makes sense.

That's probably why he's doing it.

You know, you don't seem
too broken up about this, Joe.

Hey, I feel bad, okay, Luce?

But if you ask me if I'm sorry
that it's gonna be you

rather than some beer-bellied grunt

sitting next to me in the unit,
the answer's no.

At least you're honest.

You'll be wearing stripes within a year.

-A year?
-Eighteen months max.

-Hey, hey.
-Hey, Joe. How you doing?

-Great. Whoa.
-Hi, Marty.

Bobby, hi.

Hi, Marty.

You look great.

(chuckles) Thanks.

You do, too. A lot better than the rumors.

Winning that lottery
put me through a lot of changes.

-That's behind me now.
-Oh, along with the money?

(chuckles) No, I have a--
I still have a few crumbs left.

How about I scrape together a few
to take you out to dinner tonight?

Yeah, I'd like that.

You give me some illegal thoughts.

Ain't for sale to you anyway, sugar.

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)

(music playing on radio)

If we get hit by robbers,
you let them take

whatever it is they take
and let them get out of here.

Once they're out on the street,
I'll nail 'em.

Last time I chased them
with a two-by-four.

Curtis had a lead pipe.

Kids. It's always kids.

CURTIS: That's because junkies
don't get to be too old.

Hey, brilliant philosophical
observation, Curtis.

I got to warn you, Sarge,
even if we don't get robbed

you may be in
for some pretty funky stuff today.

It's all right.
I got a note from my mother.

You guys see a lot of bullet holes,

but we get action on this gig
worse then I saw in 'Nam.

MAN (on radio):
Unit four, unit four, please respond.

Curtis, cool the tape.

(music stops)

Unit four, go ahead.

MAN (on radio): We have a 63-year-old
female with chest pain

at 133rd and Dekker.

Unit four responding.

(tires squeal)

-Hundredth and Dekker.
-CURTIS: Hundredth and Dekker.

Hey, hair bag, they said 133rd and Dekker.

-What's doing?
-I'm doing.

(siren blaring)

Last week we got a junkie
who sat on a seltzer bottle.

It was like delivering a baby
except you could return it for deposit.

Coming up on 130th.

(tires squeal)

(siren stops)

Five seconds off median,
14 off the record.

Well, first one's always the slowest.

How long did your heart stop
for this time, Mrs. Randolph?

-How long?
-Yeah.

Let's see.

Maybe about 30 minutes.

Uh-huh.

Well, it's beating nice and strong now.

But I think we better take you in anyway.

Besides, I think it's time
for your clinic appointment.

(laughs) Louis, I was just
thinking about that last night.

I noticed my pills
were getting kind of low.

So if you could kindly help me up,
I'll go get my medicine.

Nice and easy, sweetheart.

-(groans)
-Nice and easy.

-Oh, goodness. Thank you.
-Okay.

-Thank you, Louis.
-You're welcome.

She don't look too sick.

Not too bad.

She's hypertensive.

Sure she's not using you for a taxi?

Ever try to get a taxi up here?

Got a little something for you boys.

-Curtis.
-Thank you.

-Louis.
-Thank you.

Here.

Thank you.

Okay, nice and easy now.

-Alrighty.
-That's it.

Oh, boy. Am I all right now?

You're fine now. Just lie back.
There we go.

Okay, I'm ready.

-What's your name?
-Michael.

Michael? Wait a minute.
You... you from the welfare?

No.

Keep it.

Okay. Watch your elbows now.

Nice and easy. Coming through.
That's it, darling.

Nice and easy.

It's good, huh?

Great, Maynard.

This gentlemen
is a pillar of his community.

He provides meals for the needy
each Thanksgiving and Christmas.

And every year,
he hosts a party as Santa Claus

for the neighborhood children.

-Problems of pigmentation notwithstanding.
-(radio playing music)

Excuse me, please. What is this appliance?

Oh, that, Mr. Tcherchenko,
is your basic ghetto blaster.

You see, you put a little tape cassette
in here like this

and you prop the box up on your shoulders,
sort of walk down the street

until the volume
sort of makes your nose bleed.

Tape cassette?

Impressions, Mr. Manaspili?

Oh, I am still gathering leads.

Yes, Konstantin observes everything,
Lieutenant. He misses nothing.

Hey, Bobby.

You said these folks
are from Russian Georgia?

They eat like they're from Macon, Georgia.

(chuckles) Righteous meal there, Maynard.

-MAYNARD: How do you like it?
-WOMAN: Oh, it is completely delicious.

I hope you will tell me the ingredients.

Uh-oh, that may be a state secret.
(chuckles)

No, we got it for you.

Lots of folks ask.

Excuse me, is it so easy
for a person in America

to become successful and give away food?

Well, I wouldn't say it's easy, mister.

Can I have some bones?

Honey, we're still using it
to make the soup.

Thought-thought you
were giving bones away.

You're supposed to be giving bones away.

But we're still using it for the soup.

I see your bones. Now give me them!

Maynard, the man's giving me a hard time.

-I can't keep my dog tied outside all day.
-MAYNARD: As soon as we can--

-I need the bones!
-Take it easy now.

The woman's lying to me.

Man, get that stool down right now.

Put the stool down right now!

I'll put you down!

-Get off!
-Get back!

-You all right, sugar?
-I think so.

-Am I cut?
-No, uh-uh.

(indistinct arguing)

-Okay, what's your name?
-Tyrone.

Who's gonna take care of my dog?

-We'll keep the dog here.
-All right, Tyrone.

This is regrettable. We'll go--

We'd like very much to see
your procedures of arrest.

We would wish to follow
the entire arrest procedure.

Would this be possible?

We have no gulags here.

We do our penal linen
in fresh air and sunlight.

-Come along if you like.
-BOBBY: Let's go.

If you so desire,
you have the right to remain silent.

-Now that's my recipes.
-Oh.

-And please come back.
-Thank you.

Spasibo, Maynard.

-Yeah.
-Maynard, did the city's visitor bureau

make arrangement for payment?

Uh-uh.

Book this creep.

-LEO: Charge?
-Soliciting.

And just being a degenerate.

-Rob, how you doing?
-J.D.

Yeah, I'm great, man. How about...

Rob, what's going on here?

-You got to help me out, J.D.
-Officer Nichols?

-You know this guy?
-Yeah, I do.

He's a family member.
He's my sister's husband.

Well, he's sick. He needs a lot of help.

Rob, what have you done?

Okay, uh, what's the charge?

Soliciting.

-Come on, J.D.
-Come on, J.D., what?

-He approach you?
-He sure did.

Officer Nichols...

is there any chance
you might have been mistaken?

I mean, this guy is married to my sister.
I can't believe he'd--

Okay, maybe you misunderstood.

J.D., the guy asked me to give him
whipped cream and hot fudge for 35 bucks.

I don't think I misunderstood.

Whipped cream and hot fudge?

What's whipped cream and hot fudge?

-J.D., you think you can--
-Whipped cream and hot fudge?

Book him.

-Bad news, Frank.
-What?

Mother's coming in on an earlier flight.

How much earlier? She still coming in
on Tuesday, isn't she?

-Tomorrow, 1:30.
-Wonderful.

Needless to say,
I'm more than a little irritated with Fay.

I asked her to keep Frank Jr.
this weekend.

-She said no?
-She said she needed the space.

I'll call her.

I'm going to send a cab
to the airport for Mother, Frank.

-She's going to stay with us.
-What about her hotel?

It'll only be a few nights.

She couldn't get a reservation, okay?

Okay.

-Tyrone Crane?
-Vandalism.

Hmm.

You've got a spot.

I'm not going to do this. See you.

See you.

You sure you're all right with Mother
staying with us for a few nights?

Oh, no problem.
There's gonna be plenty of room

because as soon as you leave here
I'm gonna kill myself.

(laughs)

(door closes)

All alleged perpetrators must undergo
this fingerprinting process.

Where's my dog? Where is he?

He's in the restaurant, Tyrone. He's fine.

-I got to see him.
-Hey, now, Tyrone.

You take it easy.
Your pooch is going to be all right.

But you're gonna end up spending
the Christmas season in the kennel

if you don't straighten up. You hear me?

Come on, give me that.
Take a walk over here now.

Leo?

Just photographs, Ms. Davenport.
Then he's all yours.

Mr. Crane and his attorney
will counsel us to his situation

which is a portion of the process
that our constitution says

that we cannot attend.

And I thought that we
would use the interval

to tour the rest of the facility

if that pleases you.

-Sure.
-Oh, good.

Follow me.

Do you have family, Tyrone?

I left when my ma died.

What about brothers and sisters?

I don't know where they is.

I didn't mean to hurt nobody.
I just wanted to get him his bones.

I understand you
care for your dog, Tyrone,

but it's against the law
to destroy another person's property.

Do you understand that?

Yes.

You see a doctor?

At the clinic.

-I got medication.
-What kind?

To calm down.

The Hurdle Clinic?

What's your doctor's name?

Dr. Ramish.

How often are you supposed to see him?

Tuesdays.

Your record's pretty clean.

And the judge doesn't want to have people
spend Christmas in jail.

It's my guess...

he might put you on probation
if you make restitution

to the man in the restaurant.

Yes, ma'am.
I would if I could keep my dog.

No one else wants your dog, Tyrone.

Would you promise not to cause
any more trouble over there?

Yes, ma'am.

There'll be an arraignment
in a little while in court.

I'll see you there.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Tyrone.

Now this officer is in charge
of our supplementary holding facility

which we refer to as the garden level.

(chuckles)

You truly believe
in the free enterprise system,

anyone can become a success?

Oh, without question.
Why, look at Maynard.

Our host at that restaurant.

Here is a man with the educational
and economic cards stacked against him,

and yet he's kind, honorable, hardworking.

You see, in America,
a man who makes a better mousetrap

-will ultimately succeed.
-(laughing)

Do you hear this, Ludmilla?

It is like my brother in Phoenix
has spoke to you of.

I do not ask of Konstantin here
since Konstantin has everything.

Lieutenant, what will finally happen
to the criminal?

Oh, well, Mr. Crane has a right to a trial

by 12 of his peers
all of whom must vote to convict.

Yes, but we have read
of your plea bargaining system.

HOWARD: Well, it's true,
he may be given inducements

to plead guilty to a lesser charge.

Believe me, this is a flaw.

And will he not be convicted
solely because he is a Black?

HOWARD: No, not for this minor offense.

He probably
won't even be convicted at all.

As instinctive believers in the individual
as against the collective,

we surround our defendants
with protections.

I demand asylum.

-What's going on?
-Something with those Russians.

Later for the Russians, Neal.

This little scenario
is shaping up to satisfy

my transportation needs
for the next decade.

Give me a couple seconds, Marty, okay?

So, uh, they're taking you
for arraignment, huh, Rob?

My lawyer's meeting me there.

Thinks maybe we can beat it on entrapment.

Yeah, did he think
he could get to the newspapers

-and the radio stations?
-What do you mean?

They're publishing the johns list now.

Reading the names on the air, you know,
the guys arrested for soliciting.

-No.
-Every day.

Look, J.D., we had
our differences in the past.

Hey, any close family,
that's gonna happen.

I'm telling you, J.D.,
I'm on thin ice with Peggy now.

This'll do it. The marriage will drown.

All right, look. Maybe I overreacted.
I mean, it was such a shock.

-You want me to see what I can do?
-Would you?

-I can try.
-I'd be grateful, man.

The only thing is
I've been getting these visions.

-Yeah.
-At night, I keep seeing automobiles,

presidents, I can't figure it out.

Try.

Well, maybe I'm seeing automobiles
that are named for presidents.

Yeah, like the one that freed the slaves.

Okay, a year's lease on me.

Now, I keep seeing an owner's slip
in the glove compartment

that says J.D. LaRue.

You swine.

Okay, line up for transport
for arraignment.

Hey, come on.

Okay, J.D. You got it.

Attaboy. But jeez, Rob.

I don't know. Whipped cream and hot fudge?

Whatever happened to
the old fashioned banana split?

Follow along here, buddy.

He won't come out
until he talks to his brother.

I don't know if he's a spy.
Doesn't look like a spy.

-FBI is on the way, Frank.
-What in the hell happened, Howard?

Tcherchenko must have been
planning it, Frank.

He's the one that asked to come back here.

-We gonna let him make his call?
-What call?

His brother owns a liquor store
in Phoenix. He wants to call him.

All right, just keep the garden level
sealed off.

No decision on any of it
till the FBI guys get here.

Prudent, Frank, if not bold.

Division wants an open line.

Set it up, Ray. Henry.

Let's keep those other two Russians
comfortable and isolated.

Low profile, everybody. Nothing to press.
Nothing. Nothing happened.

At least till the FBI gets here.

JUDGE: Counsel approach.

You two officers, please.

I understand there's a hostage situation
developing at Hill Street.

A Russian?

Well, yes, sir, Your Honor, Judge.

(stammers) But actually it's nothing.

Uh-huh. Well...

what do we have over there, officers?

BOBBY: He got into a beef
at a restaurant, Your Honor.

He smashed a display case.

One prior disorderly.

JOYCE: He's receiving lithium treatment
at the Hurdle Clinic.

I called his doctor about an hour ago.

He described Tyrone as fairly flakey.

Wouldn't classify a major risk.

Where's our complainant?

Um, I guess he's busy, Your Honor.

Officers, on a scale of one to ten

if I told you that I'm inclined
towards charity of the season,

how crazy is this guy?

Ooh, maybe a six.

-Five and a half.
-Five and a half to six.

Objections to adjournment
in contemplation?

-None, Your Honor.
-Well, let's proceed.

What made you so upset
in the restaurant, Mr. Crane?

Worry for my dog.

Mm-hmm.

Case is adjourned
in contemplation of dismissal.

Do you understand that, young man?

If you misbehave, you won't get another
Christmas present from me.

I'll have you right back in here.

As it is, I'll want you to pay
the restaurant for damages.

Yes, sir.

All right.

You're free to go, Tyrone.

-Can I get my dog now?
-BAILIFF: Docket number J3095.

Robert Nelson, 707 of the penal code.

Unlawful solicitation.

Complainants officer, Martha Nichols.

Hey, you tell me.

Whipped cream and hot fudge.

It's possible to construe
defendant's request as innocuous.

-No money changed hands?
-None did, Your Honor.

And I admit, I've been on this job
for four years,

but whipped cream and hot fudge,
that's a new one on me.

Judge, I know when I've been solicited.

That knowledge notwithstanding, officer,
with language as ambiguous as this,

you should have waited for the cash.

Dismissed.

-Big shot.
-Hey, what time this afternoon

should I come down to the lot?

What for? What'd you do for me?

I told the DA it was nothing.

Even the judge knew it was nothing.

They don't publish the names
of those arrested.

-Just convicted, right?
-Rob--

-I turned this one for you.
-Get lost.

(music playing)

(whistles) Lunchtime.

Curtis, chips.

Coming out.

Go ahead, close the curtains.
See if I care.

That's sardines.

And onions.

What?

Nothing.

You want half?

Yeah.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

MAN (on radio): Unit four, unit four,
please respond.

Never fails.

This is unit four. Go ahead.

Twenty-four-year-old black male
with acute abdominal pain

at 141 Liberty, apartment six.

Got it. Let's go.

(siren wailing)

(tires squeal)

Hey, I know this building.

It's a shooting gallery.

We get ten calls a day
to shooting galleries.

They hit me with a pipe.

Okay, try not to move or talk,
all right, pal?

Everything's gonna be all right.

Look straight ahead.

Jeez, they're breaking in down there.

Curtis, get me an air pipe.

(tires squealing)

(shouting)

Frank, this is Agent Ramsey,
Federal Bureau.

Yes, I remember.
How are you? Henry Goldblume.

How do you do? Now, here's the agenda.

I'll interview the defector,
make a preliminary call

whether he's got intelligence value,

whether he's political,
whether the state steps in or what.

Now, which of the other individuals

-has tried to call his embassy?
-Neither one.

That's weird.
In a delegation, you always have one KGB.

-He always tries to call his embassy.
-Tcherchenko.

The guy who defected
wants to call a brother in Phoenix.

That's fine as long as I can listen
and record. You got a setup?

Yeah, we should have a phone hookup
in five minutes.

-Okay, good. Can we listen?
-Yeah. Go ahead.

-The brother in Phoenix, he naturalized?
-I don't know.

BOBBY: Yeah, extension 4366.

-Great, thank you. Maynard.
-Hey.

Sorry. I was so busy
I wasn't able to make it downtown.

-Hey, that's all right.
-I hate not to do my duty.

But, I mean, my duties
are in the restaurant this week.

Maynard, I expect you
don't want to see that boy

cooling his heels in the stir
during Christmas time.

Well, that, too, but he
didn't really do that much damage.

He's supposed to make restitution.

If he doesn't or causes you
any more trouble--

I know just who to call. Thank you.

Now, I brought a few items.

-And Merry Christmas.
-Merry Christmas, Maynard.

Ooh, Bobby Hill, I just died
and passed on through the pearly gates.

(speaking Russian)

His brother owns a liquor store.

Tcherchenko figures it's Macy's.

Uh, the brother tries to explain

it's more of a mom and pop setup.

-(Mischa continues speaking Russian)
-Tcherchenko can't believe it.

Says, "Anton, your letters

spoke of so much business."

(speaking Russian)

(in English)
Yes, I say it in your English.

You are no blood of mine.

Can you believe my own brother?

A rich lucky fella,
and delivery boy I must be.

This is Agent Ramsey
from our Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Yes, of course. FBI.

He has some questions.

Yes, of course.

I'll take care of this. Excuse me.

Frank, I'm sorry
I didn't get back to you sooner.

I've been running around
like crazy all day.

Fay, listen, we have a real problem.

-Joyce's mother is arriving tomorrow.
-I can't, Frank.

I'm sorry. I already told Joyce.

I got plans of my own for the weekend.

-The whole weekend?
-Yeah.

I'm going out of town.

-Alone?
-No.

Somebody new in your life?

Yeah.

Look, um, all right. I'll-I'll take him.

No. No, I didn't know. I, um...

I'm taking the baby anyway. You know, so--

Let me try to work something out here.

The last thing in the world you need
is a couple of kids along

messing up a romantic weekend.

No, no, no.
Really, Frank. It'll be all right.

I mean, thank God this man's an adult.

Meaning I'm not?

Don't be so sensitive.
I was thinking of Paul Grogan.

Anyhow, listen, it's gonna be all okay.
I'll work it out.

-You sure?
-Sure.

Really appreciate it, Fay.

This guy sounds special.

He is.

Bye, Frank.

HENRY:
That's the information I have. It's over.

Yeah, bye-bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Got a minute?

Yeah.

Problem?

Frank's mother-in-law
is coming in town tomorrow

and apparently
there's some sort of hotel screw up.

Anyhow, she's got to stay with them so
they can't keep Frank Jr. for the weekend.

No problem.
Taking the baby, we'll take him, too.

Yeah, and the next time he sees his father
he'll tell him all about us.

Ah.

So, uh, I guess we should cancel?

Absolutely not.

Now listen to me, Fay.
We want to be together.

I wouldn't do anything
behind a closed door

I wouldn't acknowledge outside of it.

If you want, I'll go tell him right now.

No.

Listen, he's gonna know
soon enough anyhow.

It's just that, you know,
for right now, it's our secret.

I want to keep it a little longer.

See you.

JOE: Come on, Luce.
The promotion freeze is only temporary.

LUCY: It better be only temporary.

472 East Utica.
Backups will meet you there.

You may call your embassy now if you wish.

Thank you.

We have a telephone that you can use.

Thank you, but I desire
to talk to Tcherchenko.

-That is all.
-(chuckles)

Well, nyet, my friend.

Just now,
he's completing preliminary interviews

on his lonely pathway to freedom.

Can't figure this one out.

Did he say what he wants?

There's always about five percent of them,
they don't know what they want.

They apply for asylum, six months later
they reapply, they want to go back again.

I've done 12 of these previous.
Never had one like this.

No political motive. Throws his
one economic motive out the window.

Got nothing to offer of value.
Guy's so off the wall.

If he's a KGB seed,
it'd be the trick of the year.

If I had a guess,
I'd say he's in that five percent.

-Can we get rid of him?
-I'll have my supervisor evaluate first.

Tell you, guy like this
would be an embarrassment

to let him in on other than
ordinary immigration grounds.

(knocking on door)

Captain.

Please.

I sense you are a very kind man.

I'm appealing to your personal mercy.

How can I help you?

I would like the permission
to speak with Tcherchenko.

I'm afraid we can't do that
until we determine his status.

But his desire to defect is not genuine.

Please believe me.

Tcherchenko's problem is with me.

Uh, we have to take him
at his word, ma'am.

But he'll change his word
in three or five days

and then he and I and Konstantin,

all of us
are going to be in very big difficulty.

That's why no one
has called the embassy yet.

We would speak in English.

We'll have nothing to hide.

I'm no expert.
What do we have to lose here?

You said yourself,
the guy could be an embarrassment.

I'd have to be there.

Fine.

(sirens blaring)

Then what happened?

He said we tried to poison it.

Mainly just parts and water, you know?

And then he started screaming, and...

Maynard went to try to calm him down...

and the boy picked up
the big cutting knife and stabbed him.

All right. All right.

Maynard had his hands up,
he was trying to keep him off.

But the boy just kept stabbing him
and stabbing him.

(tires squeal)

Right through here. Excuse me, folks.

-What happened?
-He's dead.

-Who?
-Maynard. Some crazy guy stabbed him.

-Tall guy with a dog? Guy with a dog?
-He had a dog, yeah.

-What happened, Belker?
-Somebody stabbed Maynard.

146 Walnut.
They have him cornered in a basement.

-He's got a gun.
-Renko!

(siren blaring)

We got a look.

-You went down there?
-Yeah.

-Did he fire?
-Yeah, one shot.

-Tyrone?
-BOBBY: Tyrone Crane.

-Tyrone.
-TYRONE: Leave me alone!

Tyrone, we don't want to hurt you.

Just throw out the gun.
We know you're upset.

We want to get you some help.

Watch it! Watch it!

-(barking)
-Run away, dog. Run!

HENRY: Tyrone, stop it.

-(gunshots)
-Tyrone!

Fire!

(whines)

That looks clean.

(dog barking)

(whines)

Soon it can all be too late.

I don't care.

You're just saying that.

-You don't think of consequences, Mischa.
-I think of them.

Perhaps it is you who do not.

Explain.

Perhaps it is you who do not.

I say it.

Let us speak frankly
while we still have this chance.

I have said so. Finish.

Does this concern love?

Does it concern Konstantin?

You slept with that snake!

That cold fraud!

Mischa, please forgive me.

-I love only you.
-No, you do not love me.

We have difficulties, I know.
We can resolve this.

Konstantin understands my love for you.

-He understands no--
-How could you?

(speaking Russian)

(in English) Mischa,
but we can still try to resolve this.

You and I alone.

No Konstantin.

What was the Russian?

-Uh, it's a bit personal.
-It involves Konstantin?

Which is KGB. Let us speak Frankly.

Konstantin? Excuse me.

(speaks Russian)

What was the Russian?

Uh, guy's got a little problem
in the sack.

Too prompt.

That was the word he used, too prompt.

Nothing to defect about.

Manaspili. Excuse me, sir.

I've just heard
of your occupational assignment.

I'll have to ask you
to remain in Officer Ballantine's company

for the duration of your stay.

She is back with him?

Excuse me?

Ludmilla.

She has reconciled with Tcherchenko?

Um...

That seems to be the drift of things, yes.

(chuckles)
Hey, there's plenty of tuna in the sea.

(speaking Russian)

(in English) I do not wish to defect now.

I am sorry.

I wish only to continue
our tour of America.

If it is possible for this not to become
an international incident,

we would very grateful, Captain.

No one of us
would wish to tell our government.

I can't guarantee the press, Ms. Moros,
but I have no hotline to your embassy.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, Rob. Peg.

How you doing? How are you?

I brought Peg down here
so you could explain to her, J.D.

Explain what?

Somebody telephoned and told her
that I'd been arrested in a police sweep.

Somebody told you that?

He wouldn't give me his name. (sniffles)

He said Rob made a filthy request.

I couldn't believe it,
but then when I called here

they said he'd been arrested.

I told her it had to be some kind
of street scum.

Somebody who'd do anything for five bucks.

You know, you're probably right.
Hey, it was probably a practical joke.

It is not a practical joke.

The khaki officer told me.

-Have vision problems, J.D.?
-Yeah.

Tell her they'll clear up.

You mean tell her?

Tell her, J.D.

You got some guts, Rob. Hey, this guy.

This guy trusts you all the way, Peg.

Now, baby...

you got to swear not to tell.

-Okay.
-Okay.

It's-it's an ongoing police action.

Now, we've been worried that maybe
some of the female undercover vice

were, like, freelancing.
You know what I mean?

Like trying to pick up
a couple extra bucks on the side.

Now, the chief wanted us
to find some outside faces

to pretend they were johns.
You know what I mean?

Guys that there was no chance
the vice cops could recognize.

Heaven help me, I thought of Rob.

Rob, the chief wants to give you
a commendation.

I only hope the cost hasn't been too high.

You can imagine what I thought, J.D.

Hell, yeah.
Hey, it's what we wanted them to think.

Go wash your face now, all right?

-A million laughs, LaRue.
-Okay, take it easy, Marty.

If I see you on the street, pal,
you just better have your stuff together.

-Get strict with me.
-I'll bust you right now!

Baby, hey.

-You think it's funny?
-Hell, no.

Marty, it's been a rotten day.
Let's-let's just go get some dinner.

Okay?

-Come on.
-Okay.

Used Cutlass.

Three year lease, no maintenance.

Bitch and I'll put a bomb in it.

Where do I find this?

Brown, out front.

Hey, you're a sweetheart.

See you kids, huh?

Baby.

You have all your possessions?

Yes, thank you. And we must say again

we are deeply sorry
for your friend Maynard.

Freedom sometimes exacts horrible prices.

Captain, I hope
you do not think we're clowns

in the face of such a sad loss

to be taking up your time
with what seem to you

such a foolish quarrel.

Of course not.
I hope you two can work out your problems.

-We'll try.
-(dog barks)

Good luck.

Come on. See, it's nice in here.

JOE:
You don't think he's got fleas, do you?

No, forget about it. Oh, good boy.

(whining)

-I'm gonna keep him.
-Yeah?

-Yeah.
-What are you gonna name him?

Sarge. Then at least
one of us will have rank.

God, Frank, what did I do?

-It's all right.
-Oh, it's not all right.

One of my clients committed a murder.

You don't have a crystal ball, Joyce.

None of us has.

Maynard was such a sweet man.

And he's gone.

And it's tragic.

And I got the man released who killed him.

In conscience...

and with good intensions,

and I'm sure with compassion
and concern for his welfare.

I called his doctor.
His doctor thought he'd be all right.

So did you.

It's what you hoped.
It's what everybody hoped.

What else can we do, Joyce?

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Look like a candidate to you, Sarge?

I got a little feeling about this one.

Hurry, baby's coming now.

Hurry up, the baby's coming. Hurry.

You go ahead, I'll be right with you.

Unit four request police assistance,
619 Michigan. Request backup.

LOUIS:
Okay, okay, okay. Is somebody with her?

MAN:
Yeah, her sister, but you've got to hurry.

Be cool.

-Be cool.
-Easy, easy. Just tell us what to do.

You, get the keys. Drop the boxes.

-All we want is your stuff, man.
-MICK: All right, just take it easy.

MAN: No talking.

-No talking. No talking.
-(siren wailing)

Jimmy! Jimmy!

(gunshot)

Curtis!

Hurry, come on, move!

You drive.

Move it!

(siren wailing)

-CURTIS: It hurts.
-I know, man.

Take it easy.

I got you now, man. I got you now.

Nobody dies, man. Nobody dies.

-He's bleeding bad. Go!
-(growls)

I got you, man. I got you.

-Where are we? Where are we?!
-100th and Dekker!

Come on, Curtis. Hang on.

Hang on.

-Are we there?
-Hold on.

(tires squealing)

I got you. I got you.

He's lost about two units,

but his BP is holding at 100.

-I've got him.
-Pulse about 24.

Don't worry, I'll take care of him.

No meds, no allergies.

-He gonna be all right?
-He ought to be.

(sighs)

Curtis is my tight.

I know.

I understand that.

I-- (chuckles)

I can't believe you, man.

(laughs) What?

(laughing) You broke my record.

Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Thanks, man.

(crying)

(closing theme playing)