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Are we gonna do this double-parked, or are you gonna come inside?

NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

The lockers at the 119th Street depot--

There's more payoffs there than a bank!

Seltzer also claims that Midtown Vice is completely compromised.

Let's follow it out, Frank.

This could go anyplace. This could reach into my office.

(police siren wailing)

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

They're both dead, Sliker and O'Connell.

JOE: You hit your boy, Mr. Rutledge?

He do something bad, I punish him, that's a parent's right.

Every dirty finger points to the Special Vice Enforcement Unit.

Hey, baby, they're in.

Marino, Goldblum, and Fox.

I had an appointment with my doctor this afternoon.

-Is something wrong? -Yes.

Go ahead! Let her jump!

He's under arrest. Get him off the roof.

MR. RUTLEDGE: Kill yourself! Jump!

(indistinct conversations)

Item 11.

-(screaming) -(squeaking)

It's coming this way!

Okay...

Rats, that's five sightings this morning.

We've told Division. Pest control is supposedly on its way.

In the meantime, I suggest you all step carefully

wherever you'd expect to find them.

-(laughter) -Item 12.

Because of the recent bag-lady slashings, Detective Belker goes undercover today.

Mick will be working in the vicinity of Dekker and Waverly.

Backups are Hill and Renko.

What's he supposed to be?

A bag or a lady?

(laughter)

HENRY: Item 13.

Inner-urban anti-crime Visible Presence Pilot Program...

i.e. a federally funded storefront on Van Buren,

this storefront will operate as a kind of mini-precinct.

The federal government wants to find out

if high-profile police presence will ameliorate

relations between police and locale.

Will having police on the block make people feel safer?

I think we could answer that, "Yeah."

Officers Bates and Coffey will be in charge.

Item 14...

Officer Joe Ferentelli of Polk Avenue died at 4:00 this morning,

37 hours after he and his partner, Tom Laws,

were shot while their unit was stopped at a signal light.

As you know, Tom Laws died instantly.

That's two fellow cops dead,

ambushed mercilessly, apparently at random.

I don't have to tell you how extra careful you should be...

with a cop killer at large.

Okay, let's roll.

Is sarge gonna be back tomorrow?

Sarge is in for a checkup. My guess, he'll be back tomorrow.

Well, maybe they should postpone the storefront thing,

-I mean, until we get the shooter. -We've still gotta be cops.

Man, it's gonna take a week just to read what they want us to do.

Might as well just barricade the door with this thing.

-You know Ferentelli? -Went through the academy--

I tell you, man, if this is some political thing--

-No way of knowing, Renko. -Hi.

Hello there, angel face! Look, I got it right here, 1,600 beans.

Now, I want you to bid slow,

minimum jumps, preferably in the sawbuck range.

Hey, what's that?

Do you remember that 500 cc Norton

we found abandoned under that bridge last Fourth of July?

-Yeah. -Well, today is--

BOTH: The police auction.

That's why you went around tearing down those posters?

-Did he tell you that one? -Tell me? I was his lookout.

Only $1,600 to buy a $4,000 custom-dream machine.

One has to cover--

-(screaming) -(rat squeaking)

What are you doing?

-(rat squealing) -What are you doing up here?

Get out of here, you little--

-Bad! Bad! -Daryl Ann...

Very, very bad!

-Daryl Ann! -Ooh.

Now, what was all that fuss about a little itty-bitty mouse like that?

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)

Next Thursday?

Would you live with rats until next Thursday?

Sir, you insult this precinct.

What? What is your name? What?

Lieutenant...

take a look at this, "Vibra-pest.

Eliminate rats without poison or traps.

Sound vibration removes rodents quickly and permanently.

Money-back guarantee."

Exterminate rats with sound?

Leo, old sport, how's your cash and medical plan forms?

Just a second, Lieutenant.

Uh, just a handful of those 137 yellows ought to do it.

Hey, Howard, Leo says we could exterminate our rats with sound vibrations.

LEO: "Reimbursement for psychiatric or other mental-healthcare professional."

Thank you.

Yes, a strange and largely unexplained phenomenon, amigo.

It seems that your basic European brown rat

is supersensitive to certain ultrasonic frequencies.

The nervous system cuts out, and the little fellas just roll up...

Can we move up looking at the house an hour?

Uh, sure... I guess.

-Is it a problem? -Well, I have to call Fineman.

Maybe we should look at it tomorrow.

-No, I want to see it. Don't you? -Sure.

Well, I'll have it made for 10:30.

Great. Thanks.

I've got an appointment with-- Hi, Irwin.

-Joyce. -Bye.

(sighs) Fletcher's arrived. He's up in the war room.

You're really lucky!

You know what it's gonna take to persuade you?

Your whole apartment on fire and blown up, and then you'll do--

(indistinct shouting)

(growling)

Oh, no.

-Wait! Wait! -What? What?

(groans)

LEO: Mick! Phone call!

Hey! Let's get up-- Get up here.

I mean it. Get up walking here, or I'm gonna choke you.

-You put me in a bad mood today. -What?!

Hi, Ma.

I'm fine. Just on my way out.

-How are you? -(clamoring continues)

In what sense "second thoughts"?

(sighs)

Ma, I asked you last night, didn't I? And you told me it had no sentimental va--

So what's the problem?

(chuckles) No way, Ma.

Because you could never put on that much weight.

Aunt Sophie's much broader through the chest,

which is a curse as you grow older, I know.

The point is...

Ma... Ma!

-RENKO: Leo! Leo! -Ma, enough now!

-RENKO: Leo, Get him out of here. -I asked you where I could find an outfit,

and you volunteered one of Aunt Sophie's, rest her soul.

I can't! I'm in it!

No, I'm using it.

No, I am keeping it on.

I look fine.

I'll talk to you later.

I will talk to you later!

RENKO: Leo!

I love you, too.

Goodbye.

FRANK: Every dirty finger points to the Special Vice Information Unit.

That's Lieutenant Marino, Sergeant Fox, Sergeant Goldblum.

Henry?

Henry's Goldblume, not Blum.

What about Jerry Fuchs? Marino reports to Fuchs.

Nothing so far.

We've got the tentative link from our shack and IAD

down with the several vice grunts,

but the real deal makers seem to be those three.

FRANK: Everything's still inferential or statistical, Chief.

Your bookie Seltzer hints at corruption, he ends up with five bullets in his skull.

-We don't have a witness. -And Judge Cole dead-ends.

Suicide is like that.

The man was a coward. He had his chance.

The hell with him.

Damn!

Keep a secret, gents.

Our mayor-elect visited the governor last week

and proposed a new anti-corruption commission.

Sandler went nuts about the idea, wants it in place in two weeks.

-And you want us in there preemptively. -Damn right.

Dirt's in Cleveland's old precinct,

and he's angling to come out like the white knight.

Pardon the expression.

Give me some options.

Marino and his partners have their meals and spend some time

at the Showroom Lounge over on Clifford.

About a week ago, the owner, Eddie Bobbin, got popped with a 13-year-old girl.

We could try to turn him, send some bugs in.

The downside is if Bobbin's got a mouth.

In which case, we'd lose Marino,

but we'd still be seen as fighters, actively battling the cancer.

Uh, no disrespect intended, Chief,

but Irwin and I have had no home life for six weeks.

We're looking for more than-than just public relations here.

No one wants to be rid of systemic corruption more than I do, Frank.

Do you doubt it?

-Basically, I don't. -Good.

Your plan's a go.

I've spoken with the DA, Irwin. He's in step with whatever we decide.

Let's move today.

FRANK: We'll need some equipment.

Call me with your shopping list.

Frank, the day you walked into Ben Seltzer's bookie joint to buy gum,

the stars were looking out for us.

(door opens)

I thought Goldblum was one of yours, Frank.

That's Goldblume.

Ah... right.

LUCY: Here. "Desiderata number four...

to selectively interdict aggressively antisocial crime

by forbearance vis-à-vis behaviors that are technically illegal,

yet acceptable as part of the local ecology."

In other words, "Don't bust anybody for pot," right?

That's all that stuff is saying.

You know, this thing is costing what, $1,200 a day?

Why don't they just take the money and give it to us, put it in our pockets?

Here.

Okay, your stolen bicycle was red?

Uh-huh.

JOE: And how much was it worth?

-$50. Mama saved it up for me. -(car horn honking)

Look, we'll try to find it for you, okay?

I hope so.

It was a Christmas present from my mama.

(door bangs)

Hey, you got a problem out here.

JOE: What?

(car horn honking continues)

-(indistinct shouting) -(clamoring)

-Quit throwing the garbage! -Pull the plug and step out of the car.

Tell him to shut up!

I've got to get to work, man.

Hey, you're disturbing the peace on this block.

-You can't be blowing your horn. -He's the one that's disturbing!

Hey, Jose, you pimp, get your butt down here!

If you know where the guy lives, why--

I don't know nothing except he's some reeking pimp.

What good's a ticket? The man's got out-of-state plates.

-You got a coat hanger? -No.

Hey! He starts honking again, you're gonna get my dinner!

-Just you shut up up there. -Well, come on up here and make me!

-You're on the list, pal. -Take it easy, Joe.

There he is. I'm gonna rip your face off, chump!

-LUCY: Hold it! -MAN: All right! All right!

Yeah, well, just try it! I'm ready for you!

You smelly piece of garbage!

Here, take this with you.

I've been late three times this week because of you!

Let go, move it.

But what do you care? What do you know about making an honest--

-JOE: Go move your car. -(tires screeching)

If I get docked for this, I'm coming for you, Jose!

(tires screech)

What is he doing? Hey, Jose, NG, man.

Jose, just keep doing it,

and we're gonna keep towing you until you stop.

Tow me all the way to Cuba for all I care!

Just quit hassling me, all right?

-Hey! -Leave it on the windshield, man.

Can't sweat the small stuff. I'll go call a tow truck.

-Hey! -(car horn honking)

Okay, here it comes!

(thuds)

Luce, the guy threw his steak!

This is Elvira.

I just found a very nice, um...

uh, nightshirt.

Could be an excellent dipstick rag.

RENKO: Anything in a 44 stout there, Elvira?

No, but I just found a truss.

Can't get good cheese anymore.

Huh?

You ask for American, they give you cheddar.

-What are you, a Martian? -No. Why?

You got noises comin' out of you.

Ooh, that's right. I am a Martian.

My last husband was a Martian. It's none of people's business anyway.

-(cart clanking) -(muttering)

Earth to Elvira, y'all let us know

when you want me to beam you up, old scout.

(laughter)

Hey, Andy, you and Daryl Ann want to join us for a late flick?

Love to, Robert, but contingent on a serious Norton dream machine

in my foreseeable future tonight.

Right.

You know, Andy, you're a lucky man.

That Daryl Ann is one fine, straight-ahead woman.

You calling my Tennessee buttercup simple, Robert?

No, not at all.

I was just thinking about how much Marty confuses me.

That woman turns on and off faster than a yellow light.

Any creature that gorgeous

has a right to a few eccentricities, my friend.

WOMAN (on radio): All units, shots fired, 67th and Monroe. Officers down...

Mick, we got some cops down. We're coming to get you.

Twenty-two-oh-two responding.

You got that, Mick? We're coming to get you!

(sirens wailing)

They're both dead.

Sliker and O'Connell.

(siren wailing continues)

So, if I'm a little nervous, you'll understand.

There's a lot more than money invested here.

Oh, I think it shows, Lou, in the detail work

and the way you've kept it up.

Dorothy and I did it for each other, really.

Well, before she died,

we were talking about remodeling the kitchen.

Oh, no, no, no. What's there is good enough for now.

I love the backyard, and I like the neighborhood.

-It really has a good feeling about it. -And figure-wise?

Well, I think it's in the ballpark, don't you?

I think we need to talk about it.

Well, Frank, uh, you're my best salesman.

Uh, I was hoping you'd get a sense of it.

Here, or, uh...

-here they can take a message. -(paper rustling)

Like I said, I close on the place in Florida next week.

-We'll call you by this afternoon. -I'd appreciate it.

I'd better lock up in back. Mrs. Furillo.

Thanks, Lou.

It's almost everything we want.

It's also the first house we've looked at.

-I know it's within our means. -(pager beeping)

-I think it's special-- -I think so, too, Frank.

I just don't think we should rush into anything.

Uh, we'll talk about it later, okay?

Okay.

I don't understand you guys. So they're making a few buys.

I hear that undercover cops are supposed to make buys.

I mean, they make buys from a dealer, and then you pop--

Hey, come on, huh? Don't insult our intelligence.

These are dirty cops doing dirty deals on your premises,

and there's no way you don't know about it.

Get out of here.

These guys...

These guys are the most elite guys in the whole department.

NEAL: Hey, baby, they're in--

Marino, Goldblum, and Fox.

Come on, guys, corner booth. Corner booth.

If Marino finds about this, he ain't gonna be very happy.

Good reason for not telling him, Eddie.

Great reason for not taking minors to no-tell motels, Eddie.

She's my niece.

Oh, well, in that case,

they probably wouldn't take your liquor license.

Hey, look, Eddie, the DA's not gonna press unless you give him a reason, okay?

Scrambled, crisp bacon, OJ.

Uh, prune Danish and a cup of coffee.

Yeah, uh, let me have half a grapefruit and a bowl of, uh...

-Uh, what do you call that hot stuff? -Cream of Wheat.

Cream of Wheat, yeah.

You know how gorgeous you look today?

-Oh. -(woman laughs) Hey. Thanks.

NEAL: He's reading a newspaper.

-(laughs) -Who wants the sports?

These guys are real bad criminals.

I mean, you see the grapefruit? That stands for "heroin."

And the bowl of Cream of Wheat-- (chuckles)

That's the bag to put the payoff in.

Shut up, Eddie.

-FRANK: Who was it, Ray? -Sliker and O'Connell, South 3rd.

Bastard's got a deer rifle. It's like open season out there.

Get in touch with Division.

Find out which piece they want us to take care of.

Right away, Frank.

-HENRY: Frank, talk to you a second? -Sure.

-You wanna go up? -Uh, let's go to my office.

Lineup's empty.

LEO: I played cards with Sliker once.

I tell you what, makes you hesitate putting on a uniform.

So what are you hiding up there, the alchemists' stone?

I think you know we're in the middle of an operation, Henry.

I know what I've heard. I've heard inklings.

The captain hasn't exactly been too forthcoming.

Wanna tell me what's on your mind?

I understand you're up to something in vice that seems pretty big.

The truth is, I feel left out.

Well, I shouldn't even be saying this much, but...

that's an ad hoc operation up there.

It's essentially outside the precinct.

Irwin Bernstein was afraid his office might be compromised,

so we improvised a secure place for him to work.

I guess this isn't the only thing I've been feeling left out of.

Why don't you tell me chapter and verse?

I could, Frank, and I'm pretty sure

you'd have a rational explanation for every instance.

It's my perception that since there's been a change

in my personal situation,

there's been a change in our professional relationship.

-Meaning? -Meaning since I've been with Fay.

(sighs) There, we said it.

Well, to tell you, I've known about that for... six weeks.

We've made no effort to conceal it.

And I haven't done anything I'm aware of.

You're not being aware of it doesn't mean it hasn't happened!

Look at it, Frank.

You kept me away from the Ben Seltzer homicide,

Calletano's chief liaison on the cop killings.

You've locked me out.

If that's true, Henry, it was against my best intentions.

Frank, are we gonna keep tap-dancing here, or are we gonna work this out?

What do you want?

I want you to stop beating me up

because I've got a relationship with your ex-wife.

I wanna do my job.

You can't run the precinct alone.

All right.

You've certainly given me plenty to think about.

That's all I was trying to do.

-(chattering) -(typewriter clacking)

Why don't you coordinate with Ray on the shootings?

All right.

HENRY: Come on, everybody. We still got work to do.

-Anything we can do on this, Lieutenant? -I'll let you know.

Andy, it was pretty confusing, but not as much as you said.

I had to raise twice to get around this guy, but I got it.

-How much? -$925.

Whoo! Lord, I must have done something right in this lifetime!

Congratulations, cowboy.

That's the safest model they make, too.

-That's what the man told me. -Was it blue, Daryl Ann?

-Uh-huh. -Lacquered midnight blue?

Seemed like a powder blue or puffin blue to me.

You bought the wrong motorcycle, Daryl Ann.

-I what? -Lot 259--

chopped '59 lacquered Norton midnight-blue special.

You bought lot 239.

-Shoot. -I sent you out to buy the best motorcycle

in the history of Western civilization, and you come back

with some parrot-blue, diesel-fuel, Japanese poop scooter!

Well, I guess I got the three and the five mixed up.

Yeah, I guess you did.

I'll go back, okay?

I'll go back, and I'll make it okay.

Excuse me. Stuart Casey, I write for the Times Tribune.

I was wondering if I could talk to you guys about these cop killings.

-No, you may not. -Not at this time, bud.

-Can I help you? -Yeah, I hope you can.

-(gunshot) -(clamoring)

(clamoring continues)

MAN: Let's go.

MAN 2: Check the stairs.

FRANK: Howard?

Oh, Judas! I'm sorry, Frank.

I never would have discharged my weapon in the station,

but that little bugger got me with my flanks exposed.

-Nice shot. -I'll get a mop.

-Excuse me. -(chattering)

ROBINSON: Mr. Orsini.

Mr. Robinson.

Uh, it's Sonny, please.

Hey, Sonny.

Call me Dave. Sit down.

-So, did you find the place okay? -(clears throat)

Yeah, fine. Sure.

What'll you have?

Uh, rum and Coke.

Rum and Coke, and, uh, give me another one of these, will you, baby?

So, Sonny, uh...

I'm hearing some very reputable things about you.

Think we can make this thing work or what?

Well, like the man says, you got the time...

I got the be here.

Attaboy.

-ROBINSON: So what are you moving now? -SONNY: Five, usual.

ROBINSON: Uh, heavy week, seven.

-So far, he's by the book, babe. -Yeah. It's early.

Thanks, friend.

Currently, uh...

I was looking for maybe, uh, one or two, uh, figures we discussed.

Yeah, well, that's manageable. Absolutely.

And if everything shakes out to everybody's satisfaction,

maybe we can work together on a regular basis.

That'd be good.

I'll tell you what, you come back here about half past 3:00.

You'll meet my associates, you'll bring a little something,

and, uh, we'll do some business.

All right. All right.

Hey, finish your drink.

Hey, this guy's a real charmer.

He's scum.

Unbelievable, the stuff people throw away.

Look at this chair and lamps!

I don't know, this is a perfectly good lamp.

(clangs)

-(chuckles) -What the hell is this?

Oh...

(chuckles)

(screams)

Cowboy, come on.

You filthy-- (screams)

(police sirens wailing)

-(grunting) -(groans)

(tires screeching)

-Mick... -(yelling)

-Damn, Mick! -He cut me.

He sure did.

Come on. Walk this way.

No, no, no, take it real easy, man.

-Walk back here to me. -BOBBY: All right, let's go.

-You see this? You see this? -Look, we got him!

-MICK: Hit me from behind. -(clangs)

Oh, Frank, we have positive ballistics, a 30-06--

the same weapon was used in both shootings.

-Ammunition sales? -We're running a check.

Press hard, Ray. Good work.

Frank, I heard about the two we lost.

God, it makes me wish I was back on the roster.

Yeah, we could use you, Lou. It's been a nightmare.

A real nightmare. What's up?

Well, I wanted to talk to you about the house.

Oh, listen, Joyce and I haven't had a minute--

Good, good, because I had a brainstorm.

I want to do something special for you two.

I'm gonna knock the price down $3,000.

Oh, Lou, are you sure?

Frank, I gotta tell you this,

I was really impressed with you two. I want to try and make this work.

Tell you what,

we're meeting for dinner at Tincanon's on West Fifth.

I'll try to get her there a half-hour early.

Nice! I go there myself sometimes.

-RAY: He's the exterminator? -Hi!

Monty Marr, Vibra-pest.

Exterminator is an ugly word.

Personally, I prefer "rodent audio-services specialist."

He's going to do it in a tuxedo?

Well, you know, I tried a turquoise three-piece once,

looked sensational, only it didn't work as well as the monkey suit.

(box squeaks)

-It's an accordion. -Yep.

Take a look at that Mother-of-Pearl graining, huh?

Switzerland, 1907.

You won't find one like it this side of St. Paul.

RAY: What are you going to do with it?

Well, I would like to start with the "Beer Barrel Polka,"

and then kind of vamp right into "The Teddy Bear's Picnic."

Your ad said you will kill rats with sound.

The ad doesn't say "kill." The ad says "remove."

Mr. Marr, you actually expect the rats to follow you out of the building?

-Or your money back. -Oh, this is crazy!

First, you gotta tell me how far I can take 'em.

Now, I can take 'em ten blocks, if you want,

but that's gonna cost you more.

No, no, whatever's the usual.

Well, the usual is four blocks.

Okay, rats, let's go!

("Beer Barrel Polka" playing)

-I'll call the exterminator back. -The guy's pretty good.

-What happened to your arm? -MICK: Nothin'.

I think we got our slasher.

-Where is he? -He's in the hospital.

Anything on the cop killer?

We have no leads, good or bad.

Put me on it, Lieutenant. I want to work on it.

All right, Mick.

Welfare checks come tomorrow.

I want a new mailbox with a lock that works on it today.

Hey, a new mailbox is 25 bucks!

Yeah, and if they take you to court, it's gonna cost plenty more.

-All right? -Okay.

Hey, I'm gonna come by and check it out.

All right, all right, all right.

Excuse me.

My name's Casey, from the Times Tribune.

-Columnist. -That's right.

I read your stuff, not bad.

-What can we do for you? -Yeah, Lieutenant Goldblume

referred me here to your precinct.

Uh, okay if I ask a few questions?

Sure.

Great. Listen, if you don't mind, I'd like to record this.

Hey, wait, uh, what kind of questions?

Somebody's killing cops.

Yeah, that's right. So you gotta write about it?

Well, yeah!

Look, pal, the last thing we need is you telling us how tough it is, okay?

It's bad enough.

Well, wait, do you suppose this guy reads the papers?

Yeah, and I bet he picks up the phone when it rings, too. So?

Well, maybe he should read about some cops with faces on 'em, huh.

I mean, maybe he should know he's just not shooting badges.

-Turn it on. -(door opens)

Hurry, it's my brother! He's gonna kill him up there!

Hurry! Come on!

He's in there! He's beating on him! Hurry!

-(knocks on door) -MAN: Yeah?

JOE: Yeah, police! Open up.

Yeah, what's the problem?

LUCY: Mr. Rutledge, we would like to see your son.

Why?

(stutters) What do you want? Leave him alone.

JOE: You hit your boy, Mr. Rutledge?

He do something bad, I punish him, that's a parent's right.

Yeah, well, why is he in bed?

Man, look, he gets sick a lot!

(stutters) He can't hear. He's deaf!

Ma'am, are you the boy's mother? Ma'am?

He was sick this morning.

You ain't got no right!

This is my kid! That's my kid!

Hey, you back off. I'm not gonna tell you again.

Let's go.

(door closes)

-We gotta call child welfare. -With what?

You can't make a case without evidence of injury.

So then what are we doing here? What are we talking about?

We can make a case!

We'll be back.

Ray, how are we coming with the ammunition check?

There have been a lot of purchases, Frank. It will take a while to sort them out.

I'm not optimistic.

Coordinate with Division, and keep me posted.

I'm sorry, Mr. Marr, but I can't pay this.

-Why? -Well, your music was nice.

It was top-notch, really.

But to tell you the truth, I didn't see a single rat follow you out.

Well, you tell me where they are, then.

Have you seen one rat since I started playing?

Mick, have you seen any rats around the building

-for the last couple of hours? -Nope.

-I really enjoyed your music. -Oh, yeah, thanks.

So you think it's funny, huh?

A guy playing the accordion for rats?

-It's a talent. -Oh, I see, it's a talent.

Let me tell you a little story.

It's about this kid who used to stay in his room all hours,

listening to Lawrence Welk on his hi-fi,

playing Dick Contino riffs till his fingers bled.

Then one day, he gets invited to play a church social.

Well, this kid, he's so thrilled.

It's his big chance.

The social is held down in an old building by the river,

so the kid starts playing, and he's good.

He's playing "The Camptown Races."

All of a sudden, everybody starts screaming.

There are rats all over the place.

Pretty soon, there's nobody left but the kid.

The kid...

and the rats.

It's a curse.

The kid is cursed.

All he ever wanted to do was to make music.

LEO: Wait a minute. I'm gonna write you out a voucher,

but you have to take it over to the municipal building.

MARTY: Mr. Bernstein, hi.

Officer Nichols, what brings you to the slums?

(chuckles) Must be some attraction here.

Rumor has it that you practically moved in.

-Who said that? -Oh, just my grapevine.

Hi, Marty.

Uh, sorry. I called. You were already gone.

Oh, what's up?

Cop killings. I'm gonna do another half shift.

No problem. I understand.

-BOBBY: Hi, Daryl Ann. -RENKO: Well...

I tried, Andy.

All sales are final.

-What about my Norton? -Somebody bought it.

-How much? -$1,400.

-$1,400. -(sobs)

I'm really sorry.

I never felt so bad in my life.

(sobbing)

I'm just so dumb sometimes.

Daryl Ann, it's not like it's the end of the world or anything.

I can't help it. I feel like it is.

(crying)

Here.

What's this?

It's $175.

It's all I got except for $10 I had to leave in

so they wouldn't close my account.

Plus, I can give you $25 a week and more when I get overtime.

Daryl Ann...

Plus, I'll put an ad in the paper for the bike.

It should sell real fast.

I rode it around. It rides like a dream.

Keep it.

What?

I want-- you should have it.

But if I don't sell it, it'll take me forever to pay you back.

That doesn't matter either.

But why?

It's only money.

Life's too short, darling.

I care about you too much.

Andy, I gotta do something to square it with you.

Uh, well, I'll tell you what...

Tomorrow night, you take me out for a great big dinner,

and then we'll call it even, okay?

(siren wailing)

MR. RUTLEDGE: Hey, get your hands off me, man!

Get your hands off me!

Go ahead! Let her jump! And she can take that--

He's under arrest. Get him off the roof.

Kill yourself, bitch! Jump!

-HENRY: Get him the hell out of here! -MR. RUTLEDGE: She ain't nothin'!

Jump, bitch, jump!

I know you don't want to hurt your child, Mrs. Rutledge.

Let the boy go.

It's better he dies with me than with him.

Your husband will never know where he is.

He'll be placed in a special school where they can help him. He'll be safe.

-It's too late. -HENRY: You're wrong.

Look at me, Mrs. Rutledge.

Look at me.

I promise you.

I swear...

If you're just saying it--

I swear to God, I will make it happen.

Please, Mrs. Rutledge.

Let your son live.

Now you, Mrs. Rutledge.

Come on, give me your hand.

My baby's all I had left.

Is she coming down?

Oh, Judas, uh...

I know this isn't kosher, Henry, but...

I'd like to have a try at talking to her.

All right, Howard.

Ma'am...

Ma'am, I know-- I know you're very tired.

(Howard scoffs)

I-I guess I just...

I just want to say one thing, and-and that is that...

Well, the world is full of stories

of people that were rescued at the last minute,

people trapped in burning buildings, lost in the forest.

I don't mean to sound flippant, it's just that...

I know what kind of hell you're going through.

Most people have a misconception about suicide.

They think it happens out of anger or bitterness.

It isn't that way at all, it's fear.

It's-it's like...

It's like clinging to a piece of wood in a flood,

and your arms are aching.

(sighs)

Oh, Judas, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I tried to kill myself once, too.

And I was rescued at the last minute...

by a friend.

And now...

now life is very precious to me.

Oh...

I'm... I'm here to save you, ma'am. I'm here to pull you in out of the flood.

Please, let me be your friend.

(sobs)

NEAL: Orsini just came in.

-Where's he headed? -Corner booth.

NEAL: Two guys in behind him, Goldblum and Fox.

-No Marino? -Uh-uh, no Marino.

Hey, Mr. Orsini.

You guys friends of Mr. Robinson?

Yeah, as a matter of fact. You got something for us?

It's a possibility.

We're real busy, Mr. O.

We'd like to take a quick look, if that's okay.

Well, uh, I like to keep my friends happy.

-Why don't you step into my office? -Okay.

(whispers) Hey.

Headed for the john.

I'm a cop!

Hey, it's a mistake, Sonny, come on!

What do you think I am, some kind of slob, here?

You know, this is not a takedown!

-This is not a takedown. -We're cops!

-Easy! -Easy, easy, I'm not going for my piece.

I'm going for my badge, for my badge, okay?

All right. No problem.

And what's that supposed to make me feel better, huh?

-(shouts) -(clamoring)

SONNY: Hold it!

-Orsini stashed the guys. -Turkeys.

-Back 'em up? -No way.

What are you gonna do, Sonny?

Are you gonna shoot a couple of cops in a public bathroom?

-There's no wire. -Are you the one shooting cops?

Come on, you're smarter than that!

You guys are setting me up. What, am I supposed to be grateful?

-Where's your wire? -There's no wire.

-There's no wire, man. -Sonny, this is not what you think.

You got the wrong idea. Hear it out.

Come on, you got some brains. You're smarter than that.

(sighs) All right. What?

What?!

-Turn around! -Okay, okay.

We don't want a mistake. Nobody wants a mistake here.

This is not a bust.

Put the piece away.

But wait a minute, the other guy, uh, Dave,

he's a cop, too, right?

-Right? -We're, uh, partners.

We can all be partners. That's-that's really where we're going with this.

(panting) Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do for me, partner?

Can we lose the hardware, please?

-Can we talk without that? -Yeah, lose the hardware.

Okay, you're showing some talent, Sonny.

Yeah, just talk.

Give the badges back. We'll have a discussion.

(screaming)

-What's going on? -I don't know.

If you make one sound, you're dead!

What'll we do for you?

I will tell you what we do for you. We are your partners, scum face!

Twelve grand a week, every week, and the first installment is tonight!

You got that?

And I'm gonna tell you what your incentive is--

your incentive is that we don't kill you.

We let you live, and every week, we're gonna vote on it.

-You got that? -(grunts)

-In English! -(stutters) Yeah.

Two more popsicles headed for the deepfreeze.

-What about Marino? -Patience, Neal.

Five bucks says he's calling the shots.

Sorry if I'm disturbing you, Frank,

but I was on my way back from government center,

and there's something I feel we ought to talk about.

What?

When was the last time you saw Frank, Jr.?

-I just took him to the zoo. -That was two weeks ago.

And since then, you haven't even called him.

You know, he left two messages on your machine,

which you've never returned.

He thinks you're mad at him about something.

Did you tell him I've been busy?

Well, I would have if I thought that was the problem.

Look, I have cop killings to deal with here.

I mean, we lost two more men just today.

With all due respect, Frank, it's about Henry, isn't it?

I mean, he told me you two had a discussion this morning.

-Fay... -Frank,

you have been treating me like I'm Typhoid Mary

ever since Henry and I got together.

And your son's getting caught in the fallout.

(clears throat)

You're right. I just think...

I'm sorry. I'll, uh, I'll do better.

Whether you learn to accept Henry and me is one thing...

but don't punish your son.

I'll phone him tonight, promise.

(sighs)

You know, Frank,

it wasn't easy for me, your marriage and everything,

but I knew you were happy,

so I worked very hard at being happy for you.

I know that.

I guess all I'm asking is, can you do the same for me?

Yeah, I can.

I will...

but give me a little more time, okay?

Okay.

-(indistinct talking) -(telephone ringing)

(typewriter clacking)

-Everything okay? -Everything's clearer.

-Am I gonna see you tonight? -I'll be late.

I'll wait.

Howard...

hell of a job out there today.

Thank you, Henry.

I'm not sure what kind of a life I may have saved the woman for,

given her social-economic grouping.

(chuckles)

Still and all, I guess that's not for us to say.

That was the reason I advertised in the Gazette,

didn't list it with an agent.

I don't know, Frank. (chuckles)

It's been a cop's home 30 years.

I guess I want to pass it on, you know?

And I appreciate that, Lou. Here's hoping.

Oh, good. See what Joyce has to say.

-Hi, sweetie. -Sorry I'm late.

I was just telling your husband, Mrs. Furillo, whatever it takes.

Sorry, Mr. Fineman, I can't speak for my husband.

Forgive me, but it's my feeling we shouldn't take the house.

That-that surprises me.

I'm sorry.

If you could excuse us, we have a lot to discuss.

If it's in the numbers--

-It isn't. -Okay.

You want to talk, uh, call anytime.

-Uh... -Thank you.

(footsteps walking away)

(clears throat)

What's going on?

We don't really need a new place. The apartment's big enough.

-Well, for now, maybe, but-- -Frank...

I...

I had an appointment with my doctor this afternoon.

-Is something wrong? -Yes.

It's a physical problem.

(sighs)

Frank, I can't have children.

Oh, no, Joyce, I'm sorry.

I'm not really hungry.

Why didn't you tell me you were seeing a doctor about this?

I didn't see any point in upsetting you without a reason.

We hadn't even discussed kids.

I couldn't put it out of my mind forever.

(indistinct talking on police radio)

The first time I was married, we tried for a while. It didn't work.

The marriage soured, so I didn't pursue it.

I always suspected...

something.

I wanted to find out once and for all.

Now we know.

Seems to me you forgot you had a partner.

I don't think that's fair.

I also think that what we're discussing

has nothing to do with the real reason why you're angry.

-I'm not angry. -Upset, then.

I think you're upset that your wife will never be able to have your child.

What are you doing?

Captain Furillo.

Armed robbery in progress in the 200 block of East Cordova.

-Request backups. -Frank!

(tires screech)

Don't go in there! Please!

(tires screech)

-He has a gun! -Please! Please wait for someone!

Police! Drop it!

(gunshot)

(police siren wailing)

We need statements. There was an employee in the bathroom.

Just get what she heard and let her go.

Uh, Lieutenant, if there's anything we could defer,

I'd appreciate anything you could spare me.

Sure. I think we got about 45 minutes here.

Thank you.

I'm gonna heat some milk. You want some?

No, thanks.

(beeps)

(on answering machine): Hey, uh, hi, it's Lou Fineman.

Look, I don't want to be a pest,

but if it's about money, I think we can work it out.

I-I didn't want to say it, 'cause I know it sounds silly.

It's just that...

Well, my wife and I were happy in this house.

We raised our kids here.

I could see what a happy couple you two are,

and... I wanted a happy couple to have our house.

(clicks)

(closing theme playing)