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(siren blaring)

NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

That's two fellow cops dead,

ambushed mercilessly,
apparently at random.

Hi, Marty. Uh, sorry.

I called. You were already gone.

Oh, what's up?

I had an appointment
with my doctor this afternoon.

-Is something wrong?
-Frank, I can't have children.

Every dirty finger points
to the Special Vice Enforcement Unit.

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

I'm hearing some very reputable
things about you.

Maybe we can work together
on a regular basis.

Hurry! It's my brother--
he's finna kill him!

JOE: You hit your boy, Mr. Rutledge?

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

-He has a gun. Get on the floor!
-Please!

Please wait for someone!

Police! Drop it!

(bagpipes playing)

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

Let's hoof it, rats.

Take a deep breath.
Take a eas-- take it easy.

Don't do it, Bobby. She's dead.

I rendezvous with Marino alone.

-You guys behind me or what?
-Well, sure we are.

You gotta help me, Officer.
They're gonna let him out today.

-Who, your dad?
-Who told you?

Welfare lady.

Is this your pimp mobile?

Hey, you dented my wheels.

Well, that is hardly my fault, shorty.

HENRY: Item eight, the cop killings.

Nothing new to report overnight.

Tag-team patrols continue in each sector
with sector Baker units partnering

with the Van Buren storefront.

For what it's worth,
staff psychologists propose

that the killer is a single individual
suffering from hallucinations

with a persecutory or grandiose content

which could include just about
any guy who talks to himself.

So far we're nowhere on this.

Item nine.

Captain Furillo encountered
an in-progress armed robbery

at a convenience store
on East Corterver last night.

The captain shot
and killed the perpetrators.

(murmuring)

While the captain is finishing
in Internal Affairs this morning,

Lieutenant Calletano
will be in station command.

Item ten. Yes...

our rodent population has returned.

Oh, rats.

(laughter)

Officer Schnitz has informed
our friend from Barber Pest

a retaliatory strike is forthcoming.

Item 11.

Congrats to Bates and Coffey
and the bureaucrats in Washington.

Crime in the vicinity
of our Van Buren storefront

is down 15 percent overnight.

(applause)

Which brings us to item 12.

Stuart Casey's column
in this morning's Trib

and the accompanying photo
featuring two familiar faces.

(applause, cheering)

If you haven't seen it,
Sergeant Esterhaus,

who tells me he's undergoing
a second day of tests at County General,

suggested we pay particular attention

to the following passage
from Casey's article...

"What strikes me most poignantly

is the way our cops
keep doing their jobs--

cop killer or no cop killer.

I spent yesterday on the Hill,
mostly in a Van Buren storefront,

with a couple grunts
named Bates and Coffey,

who handled 20 complaints in three hours,
helped prevent a double suicide,

and never once mentioned
the killer except when I probed.

-Then Coffey, a big, good-looking guy...
-(all exclaiming)

...still with a trace of Little Italy
in his easygoing street charm,

said simply and without bravado,
'Hey, I was in 'Nam.

you learn that every day you put on
a uniform, your life's at risk.'"

Uh...

Item--

Item 13.

Paranoia.

We're all living with it.

To the best of our abilities,

let's not let it ruin
the way we do our jobs.

Okay, let's roll.

And please,
let's be very careful out there.

(indistinct chattering)

LaRue, Washington, what happened
with Orsini last night?

Turned up at the Showroom Lounge
about 2:00.

He gave six grand to Fox and Goldblume.
We got it on tape.

He's supposed to bring
the other six today.

Any chance he'll give that to Marino?

Our only bet will be we turn Orsini,
get him to push it in Marino's direction.

Let's go with that. Let's do it.

-You got Orsini's address?
-Yeah, I think so. Here somewhere.

(screams)

J.D.: Neal!

Neal, you all right?

(gasping)

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)

RENKO: Me and Daryl Ann
are gonna catch some flick tonight.

-You and Marty want to join us?
-I don't know, cowboy.

I was supposed to see her last night.

Take another shot, huh?

Yep. I think want to see her
alone, though.

Something's not right.

-What?
-I don't know.

A lot of distance. Always has been.

I want to see if I can push
through it, though.

At least, I feel I gotta try.

Well, you got to do what you got to do.

Excuse me.

Hey, there, Counselor.

What you all got going on up there,
Spanish Inquisition?

-What do you know about it?
-Nothing. Nada.

-Captain.
-Nice going, sir.

-Morning, Captain.
-Morning.

Frank.

Frank, how did it go downtown?

Fine. It went just fine.

And Joyce?

Fine, Ray. Any word on the sniper?

Nothing new.

What about the Showroom Lounge?

LaRue and Washington
are with Orsini in interrogation.

They're waiting for you.

I'll be upstairs with Irwin
if you need me.

I wear my silver bars proudly
this morning, Frank.

It's good to know that management
can still pull the trigger.

Excuse me, Howard.

Marino said not even to talk to him!
So now I'm supposed to hand him six grand!

Is Mr. Orsini aware of his options?

Oh, yeah, Column A,
25 years mandatory, felony trafficking.

Column B, you're partners with us.

End of menu, Sonny.

What's it gonna be?

I mean, it don't make sense, that's all.
I could get killed here.

J.D.: You know, I think he just needs
a couple of minutes

to make up his mind, you know what I mean?

Hey, I tell you what,
Sonny, you got five seconds.

One-1,000, two-1,000...

Hey, just for openers--

I mean, I rendezvous with Marino... alone,

you guys behind me or what?

Well, sure we are.

You're in trouble, all you say is,
"It's hot in here."

"It's hot in here?"

But you put the money on him first, right?

Three-1,000, four-1,000...

It's our six grand this time, Sonny.

I know I'm gonna hate myself for this.

-Attaboy, Sonny.
-(door opens, closes)

Frank, I'm running down a couple
of crackpot snipers from Fish,

then I gotta run over
to county psychiatrics.

On?

The woman on the ledge yesterday,
Mrs. Rutledge.

Are they gonna charge her
with child endangerment?

Pro forma.

I made her a couple
of promises on her boy.

-Joyce is representing.
-She was pretty shaken up.

I never shot anyone, Henry.

I never shot anyone, either.

So maybe I'm not the one to talk to,
but if you wanna--

I'll be all right.

The sooner I get back into things.

Like I said, maybe I'm not
the one to talk to, but...

I appreciate it.

Anyway, everyone thinks you're Wyatt Earp.

This? I got an extra copy for my mom.

You know, I didn't say half
the stuff they wrote in here.

Hey, Spencer, how you doin'?
Something wrong?

You gotta help me, Officer.
They're gonna let him out today.

-Who, your dad?
-Who told you?

Welfare lady.
She said my brother's coming home, too.

And when my dad sees us there--

-Where's your mom?
-At the hospital.

Spencer, I'm gonna see
your mother this morning.

We're not going to let anything bad
happen to your brother.

-Hope not.
-You can count on it.

-Where'd you stay last night?
-Home.

-Alone?
-Yeah.

Let's go get something to eat.
A little breakfast?

JOYCE: As soon as you're released
from the hospital,

you'll automatically be charged
with child endangerment.

That means you endangered Clay's life
when you carried him out on the ledge.

I didn't want to hurt him.
I wanted to save him from his father.

I love my baby.

I understand.

That's why Lieutenant Goldblume wants
to help you, but you've gotta help, too.

Mrs. Rutledge, we can only hold
your husband on a minor charge.

If you sign this additional complaint

saying your husband beat
and abused your child,

we can maybe hold him a little longer.

How much longer?

We don't know. We can't really say.

'Cause if he gets out and he knows
that I signed something against him,

I don't know what he'll do.

There's just no telling.

Mrs. Rutledge, I made you
some promises yesterday

about trying to help Clay.

This is the only chance we have
to keep his father away from him

unless we put him in an institution.

Tell me how...

Tell me how to sign.

Come on, you tell me
you don't think she was cute.

-Joe...
-Keep up the good work.

-She was all right.
-"All right?"

She had a nice personality,
that's what he's saying.

She's cute, but she has
a nice personality.

She had a very pretty face.

Okay, but you think a lot of women
have very pretty faces.

-You know what I'm saying?
-(bang)

What? Here, hold this.

Oh, Lord.

MAN: Hey, José, you little pimp!

Piece of your car fell off
in the street down here!

You better come down here and pick it up!

Hey, José, you little pimp!

All right! What happened?

Hey, I don't know.
I came out to get in my car

and this car had me blocked in again
and then it started smoking.

-Uh-huh. Sure.
-Yeah.

JOSÉ: Man, what is this? What's going--

Hey, man, what'd you let him do
that to my car for, man?

-Don't you know what I paid for it?
-It's your fault, José.

You throw away my ticket yesterday,
now you want police protection.

Hey, why don't you get some
parking lessons, chump?

You gonna give them to me, man?
You gonna give them to me?

-Take it easy!
-Go blow your head off!

(shouting in Spanish)

Been since the sixth grade, Bobby.

-Sixth grade since what?
-Since I got my name in the paper.

I was runner-up
in the American Legion reward.

Spelled my name wrong-- R-E-N-C-K-O.

"Rencko."

WOMAN (on radio):
All units, code 12. Code 12.

Officer down at Murdock and Lincoln
in Jefferson Heights.

Request immediate backup.
Repeat, officer down.

2202 responding
from Dekker and 91st Avenue.

(siren wails)

MAN (on radio): Correction,
there are two officers down.

Marty's working that shift.

There are 80 cops working
Jefferson Heights, Bobby.

Who's the female officer?

What's the unit number?
Give me the unit number!

Come on! Come on!

MAN (on radio): 1904 at the scene.
The assaulted unit is 1919.

-Oh, my God.
-Come on! Come on! Come on!

MEDIC: Take a deep breath.
Take it easy, take it easy.

-Hey, relax.
-Hey, how-- how's Marty?

Look, I got a partial on the license.

You want the license?

It was a cream-colored Fairmont.
It was a Fairmont.

MEDIC: Try to keep still.
Try to keep still.

HILL: Let me--
Let me through! Let me through!

Don't do it, Bobby. She's dead.

My God.

I just want to see her.

No. No, you don't.

Description we got from Jaeger
good on the car,

sketchy on the shooter.

Yeah, the Heights is notified.

Marino? Uh, I-I don't know.

Uh, I'm sorry, Chief, but, uh,

all our priority's been on
the sniper right now.

Yeah.

All right.

I heard.

Frank, I know there's
a lot going on, but...

I just...

I-- We've got to talk.

-I know.
-Excuse me, Ms. Davenport.

There's, um, an attorney,
a Ms. Heller wants to see you.

-Who's that?
-On your Rutledge case, I think.

I'll be out, Leo.

Frank, Heights is sending
three extra units.

We'll flood the area around the shooting,
begin door-to-door.

Oh, excuse me.

I'll talk to you later.

(door closes)

Leo.

-Joyce Davenport?
-Ms. Heller?

I'm court-appointed to represent
Mr. Rutledge in this little, uh,

obstructing justice piece of junk.

-Up here on discovery?
-Mm-hmm. Wanna share?

We can get both cases called together.
They're both garbage.

The judge would be delighted
to toss the whole package.

Ms. Heller, did it occur to you that
the interests of your client, the father,

and mine, the mother,
might not be identical?

That the interests of an abused,
deaf child are also at stake here?

Put the men on notifications.

Three units from night shift
to report immediately.

Double time for all
day shifts who want it.

Just got another compulsive confessor.
Claims he did Kennedy, too.

Which one?

Patch all calls through communications
and into line 11.

Bobby, you all right?

I'm ready.

Anything you want, I'm ready.

Anytime you want to go back
on the street, you just do it.

Mick.

Robin, what's the matter?

I was there, Mick.

I saw her.

Marty?

-I saw her, Mick.
-Oh, Robin.

Come here.

Oh, I'm scared. I'm really scared.

You're gonna be all right.

Oh, I can't go back out there, Mick.

Oh, I'm afra--
I'm afraid they're gonna shoot me.

(crying)

Listen to me. Listen to me.

This is the worst place
you could be right now.

Let's go get some fresh air. Come on.

Come on, we'll get a cup of coffee.

HENRY: That's all the information
I have right now.

You can call the hospital.
I don't know how much they'll tell you.

You're welcome.

My God, Henry.
I heard they shot two more officers.

One dead, another was wounded.

I'm sorry. We're gonna have to reschedule.

Oh, that's all right.

I've got some work to do up here anyhow
on my mayor's commission report.

Could be a late night, too.

I don't know if we'll
be able to get together.

Henry, you don't have to explain.

Listen, um, no matter what time,
if you want to, call me.

I will.

LEO: One minute, Mr. Thaddeus.

Leo, I need a copy of the 617
on the Rutledge family.

-Coming up.
-Joyce.

-Hello, Fay.
-I heard what happened last night.

Listen, um,

I was supposed to have lunch
with Henry today, but he can't,

and I've got an interview at 3:00.

Would you want to have lunch
with me and talk it through?

Fay, uh, I'm up here on business.

I-I don't have time for lunch.

I don't have time for a hen party.

That's not exactly what I had in mind.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

-Ms. Davenport, your 617.
-Thanks, Leo.

Now, Mr. Thaddeus.

Oh, gee, I'm real sorry, Mr. Schnitz.

I don't know what's happened
to Mr. Mar's work recently.

It's okay.

If you just give us back the voucher--

The guy doesn't have his heart
in it or something.

-Who knows?
-Yeah.

I'll tell you, Mar works from
a kind of a native genius,

but he's a-a little unstable.

But, hey, comes with the territory,
know what I mean?

Not all of us can do this kind of work.

Anyway, if you'll just
give us back the voucher--

Don't worry. I'm his supervisor.

I'm taking them an extra six blocks,
a full half mile--

no additional charge.

You can take them
to the 116th Street fire station

for all I care,
just take them out of here.

You got it.

(bagpipes playing)

Let's hoof it, rats.

("Camptown Races" plays on bagpipes)

BAILIFF: Docket number N639472,
Wilma Rutledge.

One count child endangerment.

And docket number N639488,
Harold Rutledge.

Obstructing justice, resisting arrest,

and also child endangerment,
on for bail setting.

Family situation.

Counsel, approach. Officers as well.

Would, uh, this be a matter better handled
by family court, Mr. DA?

Uh, they won't take it, Judge.
Not with the obstruction and resisting.

Your Honor, my client
has a four-and-a-half-year-old boy

who is deaf
and doesn't know sign language,

currently in protective custody.

His mother is the only one
that can communicate with him

and she desperately wants
to take care of him.

Strange way of showing it.

Her suicide attempt was a reflection

of her helplessness
in trying to protect the child

from further abuse by the father.

Since when does your practice
include psychiatry?

You don't have to be a psychiatrist

to recognize a family
that's being terrorized.

That'll do. Officers?

I was at a prior domestic at the Rutledge
home yesterday, Your Honor.

I can't prove that the child was abused,

but I think that definitely the father
should be kept away from these children.

JOYCE: Which is what Mrs. Rutledge wants.

So we jail him on some
half-baked resisting charge?

There's also an endangerment.

My client is employed.
He has a clean record.

Mr. DA, do you have
any reason to believe that, uh,

Mr. Rutledge would not
show up for a hearing?

No.

Judge, please... keep the father inside.

Is it your opinion, Lieutenant,
that the mother, if left alone,

would be a competent parent?

It's a difficult situation,
but if I had to guess, I'd say "yes."

All right, people, step back, please.

Both defendants released on recognizance
pending preliminary hearings.

Set a law and date, Bailiff.

-You, Mr. Rutledge.
-Yes, sir, Your Honor.

I'm notifying Welfare to return the boy.

You have one hour to pick up your clothes
and vacate the family residence.

Officers Bates and Coffey
will accompany you

to see that you comply.

Your Honor, but where
am I supposed to sleep?

Providing accommodations
is not my responsibility...

-What's going on?
-JUDGE: However, if I hear that you...

Your father's gonna have to move out.

Then Welfare's gonna bring
your brother back.

...provide you a bunk
at the Michigan Avenue complex.

-(gavel bangs)
-Next case.

BAILIFF: Docket number V24476171...

I gotta talk to you personal, Marino.

No, you don't.

Get lost.

No.

I ain't gonna be dealing
with no middleman.

You're the boss. I'm making big payments.

Gotta be to the boss direct.

Wrong number, Jack.

Not even close.

JACK: Oh, man.

Pretty hot in here, isn't it, guys?

He said it's hot in there, babe.

Hmm? I can believe it. Hot in here, too.

Come on, take it easy.

It's roasting in here.

It is? Then you'd be happy
to take your coat off.

Tony, no problem with that.

Take it off. Take it off!

-Relax!
-Where is it, huh?

Hey, you guys are the cops.
What, I'm gonna wear a wire?

What do you think I am, crazy?

Take it easy!

Look. Look at this.

I'm sweating like a pork,
it's so hot in here.

(both panting)

-So you're not wired.
-Of course not.

(groaning)

Just think if you were wired.

Stay away from me.

(whistles)

I told you it was hot in there!

-Where were you?
-Hey, look, look.

There was a buzz in the wire.
We could hardly hear, Sonny.

-Did you get what you needed at least?
-We'll get it next time.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Hey, look, we'll talk about it later.

Hey, take him to county emergency, okay?

We don't want this getting
around to anyone, you understand?

How am I gonna talk?!
They're gonna wire my jaw!

That's good. That's great.
You have them wire it shut!

Yo, here, take this.

I don't know what it is.

I was there when Pete Dorsey got killed.
I handled it, right? I stayed on duty.

I remember.

So what happened?

I mean, all of a sudden, I--
I just got this feeling like I'm--

like I'm numb inside.

You still feel that way?

It's all right to feel that way.
It happens sometimes.

I knew Marty.

She was great.

Robin, do you want me to take you home?

I don't know.

(sighs)

WOMAN (on radio):
All units in the vicinity,

possible sniper suspect
reported entering 9901 Jefferson.

Suspect description, white male, 5'10"...

-I'll come back for you.
-No.

Robin.

If I don't do it now, I'll never do it!

Just go.

Just go!

(siren wails)

-MICK: Which way?
-He's inside.

-We sure this is the guy?
-Yeah, an off-duty detective spotted him

walking away from
a cream-colored Fairmont on Dekker

and we got a match on the partial.

Go ahead! Give me a reason!

Don't kill me! Don't-- don't kill me!

MICK: Come on. Move.

Come on. Move.

Move!

LaRue and Washington
had problems with Orsini.

It's okay.

Call them off and get them
on the search warrant.

MICK: Name. Name, hair bag!

-He still won't give us his name.
-We don't need it. Book him "John Doe."

Go for the warrant
on the uniforms testimony

and testimony from the super.

-What about the press?
-Not until it's cleared with Division.

Make sure the men understand that.
How's Jaeger?

Get him up here. I want an ID.

I already put the call in.

LEO: One butane lighter,
one brass money clip,

one plastic comb,
cash in the amount of $119.40.

Do you want to sign this?

Put your hands up on the counter.

Get those hands up.

Relax your finger.

Did you hear the officer?
He said relax it.

MAN: Sir, could you get out--

Frank, hang on. We have recovered a rifle.

Maxwell and Beam found it in a Dumpster
two blocks from the Fairmont.

-They're on their way to SIV.
-Thanks, Howard.

-Yeah.
-Ray.

Double the guard on the suspect.

Rush him through booking
and get him into a room.

Jaeger won't be here for half an hour.

Neither will his lawyer.
Let's not waste any time.

We have the car you rented,
the rifle you threw into the alley,

and a positive ID
from one of the cops you shot.

You finally missed one, hair bag,
but he ain't gonna miss you.

Hey, pally, where's my attorney?

Now, look, you're a sick guy.
You killed some cops, okay?

You want us to help you,
you gotta talk to us now.

Shove it!

Hey, easy.

LAWYER: Having a nice conversation?

I'll talk to my client now.

Hey, Mick! Mick, Mick, listen.

When you get a minute,
I'd like to ask you about the arrest.

-What arrest?
-Oh, come on.

-Not now, Stu. Not now!
-Yeah, but what about--

-Did you get anything new?
-No, his attorney showed.

How soon do they think
before the ballistics?

Hour, hour and a half.

MAN: Officer Jaeger, could we
have a few words, please?

Just comment, all right?

What do you say? Give us a clue, huh?

You were okay out there.

Yeah, I guess.

Well, I guess I'll go finish my shift.

I think that's probably the best idea.

Thanks, Mick.

Hey...

I love you.

I was scared for you out there.

RAY: Face front.

Ask number three to look up.

Raise your chin, number three.

-I don't see him.
-FRANK: Next group.

Okay, second group.

That's him. Number f-five. You got him.

-FRANK: You sure?
-JAEGER: Yeah, I'm positive.

Okay.

Hold him downstairs,
let me know as soon as you hear

from Ballistics and call Division.

Thanks, Mike.

I want to kill the man, Captain.

Just got prelim ballistics.

It's a match with the bullet
that killed Nichols,

but different from the ones
that killed the others.

Same caliber, same kind of rifle,
different ballistics.

-Copycat.
-Damn!

-FAY: Whose car is this?!
-(car horn honks)

Do you know whose car this is?

Could somebody please find
the person who owns this car?

-Mrs. Furillo.
-What?

-What are you doing here?
-Oh, hi.

I was-- I was down here
to see an unwed mother,

but I didn't think I was gonna
take up permanent residence.

Pero, mami, what's your problem?

Is this your vehicle?
Is this your pimp mobile?

Hey, you dented my wheels.

Well, that is hardly my fault, shorty.

-Mrs.--
-Let me tell you something.

I have been sitting in this car for over
ten minutes in a legal parking space

being blocked by
your inconsiderate behavior!

I've got a hot flash for you, mister,

you are not the only person
in the universe!

There are other people who have lives.

I have a little boy who's due home
from school any minute,

and I haven't even picked my baby
up from the sitter!

Now, where were you raised, in a kennel?

-Hey, give me--
-Don't you "hey" me! I'm talking to you!

Hey, what's the matter with you, lady?
I'm trying to conduct some business here.

You aren't even fit
for decent people to talk to.

Hey, this woman's abusing my rights!

Officer? Officer?
I think someone has been shot!

-What?
-Someone has been shot!

-Okay. Where? Where? Where?
-Come this way.

You're on your own, José.

José. Is that your name?

-Yes. José.
-José?

-José.
-Well, let me tell you something, José...

WOMAN: I've seen him before.

He's always angry,
but maybe today he was drunk.

I heard him yell real loud
and then I heard a gun go off.

All right.

-In there.
-All right. Stay there.

Stay back, please.

Ready?

(woman crying)

He came back after you left.

He was gonna shoot her.

I just tried to stop him.

I didn't want to shoot him.

Hey, it's all right.

I didn't want to shoot him.
It just went off.

JOE: It's okay, Spencer. It's okay.

I'll call it in.

Let's get everybody out of here, please.
Who are you?

County Welfare.

Okay.

Mrs. Rutledge, let's go.

Come on.

Good.

-Excuse me. Do you work here?
-MICK: Yes, I do.

Are you familiar with an individual
named James Thaddeus?

James Thaddeus. No.

The exterminator that plays the bagpipes.

Here's his card. He said you sent him.

I didn't send anybody anyplace.

Well, we got rats now. We want them out.

Well, if you got rats,
get an exterminator.

The exterminator brought the rats!
116th Street fire station.

You got infestation,
you ought to get rid of them.

-Look, you guys had the rats.
-I gotta go.

I tell you what,
if you find our khaki officer,

he'll be able to tell you who we use.

-Hey, anything new?
-No, nothing.

-What about the lineup?
-Who are you?

Stu Casey, Times Tribune.

If there's a release,
you'll get it with the rest of the press.

-Frank.
-This isn't the six o'clock news, Henry.

He's all right, Frank.
He did a piece in this morning's paper.

I don't care. He doesn't have a pass.

-Hey, Casey. Casey, for you.
-Oh.

Forwarded from your office.
Don't tie up the phone, huh?

Yeah, thanks. Casey.

Uh, well-well, listen,
it's very noisy here.

Can you wait a second?

Yeah, well, listen, it's still very noisy.
Why don't you give me your number?

No, no, wait! Let's talk!

Hello?

Hello?

Who was it?

I don't know.

He said whoever shot those two cops today

didn't shoot the first four,
but he knows who did, and...

he knows who's gonna
shoot the next four.

WOMAN: I was returning Clay to his mother.

Mr. Rutledge, he had the weapon
when he answered the door.

He was drunk.

And he threatened the family?

Mrs. Rutledge and Spencer
had been struck by him.

He was pointing the gun at them.

Then...

Mr. Rutledge and Spencer started fighting.

Mr. Rutledge dropped the weapon and...

Spencer was the first to get to it.

Then Mr. Rutledge picked up a knife
and he started advancing on Mrs. Rutledge.

When Spencer fired the--

(moans)

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Mama. It's all right.

Will the boy be charged?

I don't think so. Looks like self-defense.

SPENCER: It's all right, Mama.
It's all right.

You know, it sounds strange, but I think
they're lucky the gun went off.

On the contrary, what is strange is
the random discharge of a handgun

can effect more justice
than a 200-year-old legal system.

Captain.

-Search of Nolan's apartment.
-Eight grand in cash.

-In the icebox.
-Anything else?

Yeah, the guy's rap sheets.
Got AKAs up the yin yang.

Denny Nolan, Danny Nolan, Michael Sprague,

Michael Springer--
I can't even remember them all.

Frank, there's something in the war room
you and Irwin have to see.

-It's urgent.
-Thanks, guys.

RAY: Here. This is the one. Nolan.

-And Marino.
-Yes.

FRANK: We have you on film with Marino.

We recovered 8,000 in cash
from your apartment.

I want to know what the hell's going on,
and save the legalese.

Captain, I'm only concerned
with my client's best interest.

FRANK: You want a line on that?

You have one option, and if you want it,
you better take it fast

because it's not one
anybody's anxious to give.

We're prepared to waive the death penalty.

Twenty-five to life, no bargaining down.
That's it.

Eligible for parole
after 16 and two-thirds.

-Protection?
-He gives us everything,

I promise no one goes near him.

Marino busted me a couple of years ago.
We done a few things since.

He wanted some work done
for the eight grand.

Why?

-I don't know.
-What exactly did he tell you?

He, uh, told me to do a copycat,

take down the cop.

Which cop?

-I don't know.
-Which cop?

Her.

Just her.

I hit him to make it look like the sniper.

One more condition until we get Marino.

We put your client in deepfreeze.

Nothing goes out of this room.
Is that understood, Mr. Lupowitz?

Yeah.

We ring the wrong bell tonight,
Marino's gone.

Goldblume's gone, Fox is gone.

Oh, we're keeping Lucy
surveilled the next 12 hours,

come morning, we'll have warrants.

We'll know right where to nail all three.

And if there's a leak to the press
that we have Nolan?

Our public statement is
we've arrested a John Doe.

We've got a gag on Casey
in exchange for an exclusive.

Lupowitz would have to be a fool
to release Nolan's name.

I want to know why he had her killed.

(sighs)

She could have had something on him.

You know, she could have been
investigating him.

Or she could have been
in business with him.

All we know is, she didn't come to us.

We'll find out, Frank.

We're done.

Tomorrow.

Then maybe I'll meet my wife again.

Bobby.

J.D. said Marty wasn't killed
by the sniper.

It was some kind of hit.
Something with Marino.

Bobby, I'm sorry about Marty,

but as for the other,
I can't say just now.

They were both in Midtown.
She worked vice for a while.

-Maybe she was investigating him.
-We don't know.

-We just don't know.
-Then let me find out.

You listen to me.

All those days and nights
up in that cubicle--

this is what all that was about.

We're gonna move on those people tomorrow.
We can't lose that. Do you understand?

Captain, I have to do something.

Well, for your sake and for her's,
you stay out of it for now.

This is not the time.
Go home, stay with somebody.

You keep complete secrecy on this

and I'll tell you
about all of it tomorrow.

Neal, J.D.

-Who else did you tell?
-He was in love with her, Captain.

-Not another word.
-Sorry.

Don't be sorry, just don't be a fool.

-(door opens)
-HENRY: Frank?

-I feel as if I'm gonna explode.
-Easy.

Breathe easy.

Yeah.

-I couldn't catch my breath.
-You're entitled.

Boy, if there's been a worse
24-hour period around here,

I'd like to know when.

Well, can I get back to you on that?

I haven't been a very good
friend to you lately, Henry.

-I intend to do better.
-I know that, Frank.

-I'm just trying to help.
-You did.

You do.

Can I give you some advice?

Let's get the hell out of here.

Mrs. Rutledge?

Yes.

How are you?

I don't know.

If you can, take it one day at a time.

One hour at a time.

It gets better.

Spencer's not going to be charged.

Oh, Lord, thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

I told Ms. Davenport that Clay
could benefit from private tutoring,

and more intensive than
the county could afford to pay.

Who's gonna pay it, then?

JOYCE: If you'd allow me, I'd like to.

Ms. Davenport, you've helped us so much.

It would make me feel good.

It would help me.

I don't know what to say.

Bless you.

God bless you.

Bye, Spencer.

(crying)

(slow blues music plays)

(people chattering)

You won't tell me what the captain said?

No.

Wanna sit here till you close
this establishment down?

Yes, I do.

Well, then.

I'm here to do it with you, son.

Two more overproofs, Jason.

She was so beautiful, Renko.

I wish I understood her.

I just wish she was still alive.

Maybe I need glasses.

Here, try these.

Huh. You're blind.

Not so blind I can't see
how much pain we've both been in.

In the last 24 hours, we lost a house,

you found out you couldn't have babies,
I killed a man,

Marty Nichols was murdered,
a 14-year-old boy killed his father,

and we still have
a cop killer on the loose.

What would you like to talk about first?

You know the Matthew Arnold poem
about a darkling plain?

That's how I feel.

Like we've been living on a darkling plain
"Where ignorant armies clash by night."

Frank...

I was never scared
of being married to a cop.

Now I'm afraid I'll never
not be scared again.

Me, too.

When you ran out of that car...

God help me,
I thought I'd never see you alive again,

and I was furious
that you'd risk your life so easily.

Easily?

I was terrified.

Maybe I'm crazy...

but I saw you at that moment
less afraid of some punk with a gun

than you were of dealing with me.

Maybe you're not so crazy.

Frank, I don't have a secret life.

I tell you everything
that goes on with me.

It's just that in this particular case,

I was hoping there
wouldn't be anything to tell.

When we got married,
there was no asterisk on the vow

that said I'd cherish and keep you
only if you made babies.

Maybe I can't have babies,

but I think we can have it all.

A home, a family.

I've got a lot
of mothering instincts in me. (chuckles)

You got a little for me?

After the last couple of days,
I could use some mothering.

Come here, baby.

(closing theme playing)