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Item 12. Stop 'N' Cop blocks.

An operation against these drug supermarkets begins today.

NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Where are you going, dirt bag?

(grunts)

It's a PR stunt that puts my people at risk and erodes morale.

The chief wants to help Ozzie make good on a campaign promise.

Well, what would you do, Captain?

Maybe I'd pay less attention to transient political concerns.

"Politicians moving on to other trendy issues."

-That's out of context. -Bull.

You have hurt me, Frank,

and you're going to pay for it.

(gunshots)

(baby crying)

I'm sorry I can't make a positive identification.

FRANK: We're not looking for legal certainty here, Joyce.

I understand what you're looking for. I can't be sure it's he.

The captain needs to make this case.

The captain can't do that without your testimony.

Frank, I know what my duty is.

How do you think it makes me feel knowing that I can't do it?

(chattering)

LUCY: Okay, okay, okay.

Settle down, guys. Very funny.

(chattering)

Item 12. Stop 'N' Cop.

Flop.

(laughter)

LUCY: Yeah, all right.

Flop or no flop, and Captain Furillo's reservations aside,

our operation against flagrant drug street trafficking

continues in that vicinity.

We're moving surveillance up two blocks to 121st Street.

Assignments remain.

LaRue's out sick, so we'll be moving in...

Harry Garibaldi from Midtown!

(cheers, applause)

MAN: Yay, Harry!

That's Harry Harry-balFdy.

Harry Harry-baldy? That's right, slim.

(people oohing)

Item 13. Mullins brothers.

As of this morning,

we've got zero usable evidence on either brother in either homicide.

Now, William is due to walk out of Michigan Avenue this morning.

And Timothy will probably be released after arraignment this afternoon.

RENKO: Timothy's gonna crawl out this afternoon.

LUCY: Check the duty board,

and, guys, Captain Furillo would be real grateful for a break on this one.

Hey, Luce, is it right that Ms. Davenport wouldn't finger Timothy?

She said she couldn't. She said she was unable to.

JOE: Yeah.

Item 14 is part of the city's lawsuit

to prove that it was undercounted in the last census,

particularly in, and I quote,

"Areas of coincidental plant and stock disrepairment

and high minority inhabitation."

(chattering)

They're gonna have a team of census takers

that are gonna be canvassing the Van Buren corridor.

Due to the high crime rate, they're going to need police escort,

and that's Renko and Hill.

-We are thrilled beyond words. -(laughter)

Item 15.

Final day for equestrian application to Lieutenant Howard Hunter.

And in other sport news,

bowling league opens tonight.

(cheering)

What's the biggest problem facing Poland today?

-MAN: What? -The 7-10 split.

(laughter, groans)

Hey, where does a Polish groom sit at his wedding?

-MAN: Where? -On the reset button.

(laughter)

LUCY: Okay, okay, okay.

It's 8:00, tonight. Harrison Lanes.

That's on the south corner of the Harrison Square.

Be there, huh? Okay, let's roll.

Hey, hey.

And let's be careful out there.

CLARA: No, I don't find it a little bit funny. I just love it.

People got zero idea the contribution that Poland makes

to culture, religion, military, economic.

I got to go to the bathroom, but believe me, this isn't finished.

RENKO: Mr. Tasco, are you ready?

Great day to count. Cold. People stay indoors.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Tasco. Lieutenant?

Uh, sir, did you get our application for the equestrian?

Top of the list, Andrew,

and I'm looking forward to you men riding on my flanks.

LEO: Renko! Phone!

Great.

-Bobby? -RENKO: Yeah?

-You ever ride before? -Uh, no, Lieutenant.

Ah, not to worry. You're athletic.

Um, Lieutenant, is it true that horses can't see anything

directly in front of them?

Daryl Ann, you're gonna have to speak up, darling.

I can hardly hear you.

Say what?

Oh, sweetie baby, are you sure?

Daryl Ann, please don't cry like that.

I don't know, Daryl Ann. I'm gonna have to talk to you about it.

I-I'll just have to see you later.

Daryl Ann, check, okay?

I don't know where to check.

I just-just check however it is that you would be checking.

Okay.

Goodbye.

Lord, oh, Lordy.

So, Mr. Tasco, are you read--

Bobby Hill, my Daryl Ann's pregnant.

You're kidding. A little cowboy?

Great! I'm gonna be an uncle!

Yeah.

I want you to know if I ain't back here in 20 minutes,

I want you to come after me with a plumber's helper,

'cause I just my flush my very existence.

Leo, did Frank leave a suitcase here for me?

Frank Jr.'s, I presume?

Yes, thank you.

I think he'd lose his head if it wasn't screwed on.

-Oh, it's you and me, mama. -Hey, hey, hey, excuse me.

-Let's jiggle. Let's go. -I said, "Excuse me!"

Listen, mister!

-Wah! Wah! -(laughing)

-Ah! -(grunting)

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)

-Robert Pirado. A stabbing? -Interrogation.

RAY: Leo, I am very disappointed. Do you believe her?

The woman got scared, period.

What do you think, Henry?

-About what? -(door closes)

Joyce Davenport.

Maybe she really couldn't see his face.

Do you believe that?

No.

Yeah? Well, she's been busting our chops

for longer than I can remember about legal duties.

And now she has one. Where is she?

You know the sad part about it?

That old Black guy got croaked, the witness...

he was a good guy.

All I can say is I am very disappointed.

(toilet flushes)

(clears throat)

Don't be too hard on them, Frank. It's just their opinion.

And your opinion?

-Yeah. -Damn it, Henry.

It's not that cut and dried.

I know it isn't.

Timothy Mullins killed to save William. Why wouldn't William kill to free Timothy?

I understand that.

Then you understand why I can't stand up for her.

Maybe somebody should.

Frank...

I can only call them as I see them.

Ready for your press conference?

Don't worry about my press conference.

You worry about getting something on Timothy Mullins that will make.

Will do.

Uh, Frank, Henry.

Howard.

Uh, friends, please, a moment.

Ticklish? Yes, I'd say so.

But believe me,

my first priority here is camaraderie.

What are you getting at, Howard?

I've asked Fay to lunch.

Now, just say the word, and I'll pull out.

So, then Carlos say, "Where's my money? I hit the number."

And I say, "Nice. Don't do this, Carlos, man.

You didn't have no number."

And then he started hitting you with the golf club?

Yeah, he beat me hard. Here... and here.

Then you pulled the knife?

There is a witness that can prove it was self-defense.

Police report doesn't mention a witness.

I saw him. Krebs' Carpet, we was right outside.

Old Morris, man, he saw us.

He went back inside or something.

Talk to him, man. He'll tell you.

Our best chance is if the police would.

Please. I'm not a guilty man.

This Carlos, he's conquistador. He's got the big record.

I got my wife and my kid.

I got no reason to cut him up unless he come after me.

I believe you, Mr. Pirado.

We'll try.

Sorry I'm late.

JOYCE: We've just finished.

I want you to know I completely understand why you wouldn't ID that animal.

I hardly slept last night. I feel real bad for you.

-Thanks. -I mean, I saw the gun and ducked.

So, don't let them bully you into anything.

-They can make the case some other way. -I don't know.

Henry...

How you doing, Joyce?

Could I ask a favor?

On my stabbing client, Pirado, I think it's self-defense.

There's a witness who might be able to substantiate.

-Would you like us to bring him in? -If you would.

Nothing yet on Timothy Mullins. No other witness, no weapons.

Did you ever hear of Chopin? I mean, did you ever hear of Pulaski?

-The movie director? -(groaning)

Pulaski happened to be a very famous Polish general

who practically gave the American Revolution

to George Washington.

They named a skyway in New Jersey after him.

Clara, I'm sure there are a lot of famous Polish people, okay?

-Yeah? -But that doesn't mean

a joke can't be funny.

Yeah, but what is so funny about a reset button?

I don't even know what a reset button is.

It's in a bowling alley. You press it to reset the pins.

Yeah, but you bowl. I don't bowl.

What does that tell you?

WOMAN (on radio): Any unit in vicinity of 3239 Jefferson,

apartment 308, woman dead in wall.

Unit 2203 in vicinity. What does that mean?

WOMAN (on radio): Not sure, 2203. Just says woman may be dead in the walls.

(siren wailing)

I got a busted furnace, the phone's ringing off the hook,

now I got some nut case who hears voices in the wall.

Anybody in here?

WOMAN (muffled): I'm in here, in the wall!

-Let me out! -It's a Murphy bed.

WOMAN: Oh, that slime tried to kill me!

JOE: Okay. Just relax.

WOMAN: Oh, that-- Get me out of here!

All right. Okay.

Oh, it's the police. Oh, thank heaven.

-Oh, thank-- Oh, it's the-- -Okay.

-There you go. -Oh, thank you.

Okay. You all right?

My husband tried to murder me.

He rolled the bed up!

He didn't care if I expired or suffocated!

All right, all right.

-Hey, hey, you. Break it, man. Come here. -WOMAN: Oh, that maggot!

-Okay. -That killing swine!

You're Jack the Ripper!

-What's this all about? -CLARA: Suppose you tell us.

It's a-- It's a misunderstanding.

You tried to kill me!

I mistakenly rolled her up in the bed.

Since eight o'clock this morning?

Look, can we agree that there's just been no harm done?

No harm?

Oh, a man tries to punch his wife's clock in his viciousness and guilt

when he fails his sexual duty!

I want to file charges!

Ma'am, that's a very complicated process.

Oh, he rolled me up like some dead sheep.

I want that man arrested!

You got it, ma'am. You're busted, sucker.

Come on. Turn around.

All right, we got attempted murder, false imprisonment,

abuse of a domestic facility.

That ought to get you, uh, about 19 years. Let's go.

Nineteen years?

-Remy, one of us could be dead! -Yeah.

-Really? 19 years? -These are very serious charges.

Yeah, well, maybe I could just bargain it down

to just a couple of nasty weeks.

-Uh-uh. -Not a chance. Let's go, creep.

Wait a minute. No... (muttering) Honey, no.

-Oh, I didn't mean it. -WOMAN (on radio): All units.

-No, don't take him. -Vicinity operations Stop 'N' Cop,

We got an armed perp. Reports shots fired,

northbound on 122nd from Dekker.

CLARA: We're responding. 2203, We're on our way.

(sobbing)

And don't roll her up in the bed no more, okay?

(crying)

(sirens wailing)

Watch out!

CLARA: 2203, we got him in the alley!

Look out!

Freeze!

Oh, boy. I had to do that.

I know I had to do it.

-All right, what do we got here? -2211 Van Ness. Eight stories, 56 units...

I swear, Bobby, we were so careful. We took every conceivable precaution.

"Conceivable" is right.

Richie, you take five and four. I'll meet you on three.

Right.

-Okay. -MAN: Good morning.

What with your wave of immigrants, both illegal and otherwise,

your overpopulation of the future is becoming a thing of the present.

All over the world, wherever you got voodoo birth control,

you got your classic ingredients

for the social domination of the unwed mother,

dropping babies like dandelion seeds.

Am I moving too fast for you, son?

Anyway, nobody wants to say anything to a coat and tie.

They think you're the welfare, immigration, utilities, cops...

(chuckling) And people complain about getting an honest count.

Might as well be looking for an honest man.

(speaking in Spanish)

-Yes? -Ma'am, I'm from the Census Bureau,

and I wanted to ask you about the number of people living in the apartment here.

You're from the police.

Oh, no, ma'am. The Census Bureau.

How many people are living in the apartment, please?

Uh, just me. Only me.

Ma'am, I hear children's voices in there.

Oh, is neighbor's kids. I babysit, you know.

(man speaking in Spanish)

(speaking in Spanish)

(clears throat) Just one person. Only one.

Bye.

Well, split the difference, say four.

Mr. Tasco, I guess despite everybody's best efforts,

sometimes, birth control just don't work out, does it?

(chuckling) You're asking the wrong man that question, my friend.

I've got six kids.

Sure gives someone food for thought there, don't it?

WOMAN (on radio): Unit 2202, respond, unit 2202.

This is 2202.

Request immediate backup on Stop 'N' Cop block.

Proceed to 116th and Dekker.

Mr. Tasco, I'm gonna have to leave you now.

-2202 in response. -Oh, that's fine.

I'd just as soon work on my own, anyway.

If you call in your location. We'll try to get back to you later, okay?

Sure, sure. No hurry.

Frank, please, just tell me your statement's gonna do the job.

Hard for me to say, Chief.

Come on, you know the drill.

Dedicated public servant, heat of the moment, contrition, humility.

I'm just not used to the public-forum end of it.

You spit on his campaign promise, Frank.

What do you expect him to do? Hand you the key to the city?

The whole thing's so out of proportion.

It was your mistake, my friend. Nobody else's.

Ozzie's furious, and rightly so.

I can't protect you.

I didn't get out of my sitz bath against doctor's orders

to have my heinie kicked all over city hall.

So, how about we go downstairs, and you take your lumps?

(chattering)

WOMAN: Okay, here they come.

(camera shutters clicking)

MAN: Here they come.

I have a statement,

and then there will be a short question-and-answer period.

During an interview yesterday, I made remarks regarding a drug operation

being conducted by this department.

At that time, I was speaking outside my role

as precinct captain and police officer,

and I should have realized that my words were derogatory and ill-considered.

I would like to apologize to those who have worked so hard

in the conception and execution of this operation.

-Questions? -(reporters clamoring)

Are you now retracting what you said yesterday

about Stop 'N' Cop being a sham?

I never used that word.

Do you not believe Stop 'N' Cop is gonna take hard drugs off city streets?

We can't properly access the success or failure of an operation

until all the paperwork is in.

If you just give it a chance.

Are you saying the operation is not politically motivated?

It's a police officer's duty

to support and carry out the policies of its department,

to do a good day's work.

WOMAN: What about the officer who was stabbed?

Was that part of a good day's work?

Injuries are never acceptable, but sometimes they happen in this work.

We've been told one of your officers, a Patrolwoman Pilsky,

uh, shot and killed an addict in a Stop 'N' Cop related action

less than an hour ago.

-I am aware of it. -Have you spoken to the officer?

-FRANK: Not as yet. -Will you be able to tell the officers

their actions were justified?

Not without knowing the circumstances.

So it's possible the action was not justified?

Look, at a time like this out on those streets, anything's possible.

-What I'm saying-- -MAN: Captain.

This doesn't sound like a blanket endorsement of Stop 'N' Cop, Captain.

An endorsement?

Look, the minute we start endorsing the wounding of officers

and the death of citizens under any circumstances,

well, we'd just better cancel

the fundamental assumptions we all live under and... (stutters)

and start all over.

-That's all I have. -(reporters shouting)

HENRY: Joyce...

Found that witness in the gang assault, the storekeeper.

-Is he in? -He's in lineup.

-Be a few minutes yet. -Thank you, Henry.

Just so you know, William Mullins was released

from Michigan Avenue about an hour and a half ago.

Lieutenant, a Linda Talbot to see you.

-Talbot? -Lionel Talbot's daughter.

-The guy who got shot yesterday. -(sighs)

Okay.

Miss Talbot, I'm Lieutenant Goldblume.

Lieutenant, is it true that you have a suspect

of my father's murder in custody?

Yes, but at the moment, I'm afraid we don't have enough evidence--

And that would be Timothy Mullins?

-Yeah. -Brother of the man, William,

-that my father was gonna testify against? -That's correct.

And there were three people who heard the shots that killed my father,

two of them right outside of his store, is that right?

-HENRY: Unfortunately-- -So, my father tries to do

what any good citizen is expected to do,

and when it costs him his life, no one will do the same for him?

-Miss Talbot-- -That's what makes America great.

Standing up for your neighbor.

I want the names of these people, Lieutenant.

I want to speak to them.

I want to look them in the eye!

JOYCE: Frank, how'd it go?

It went.

Will Ozzie take his finger off the trigger?

I don't know.

And I'm making a concerted effort not to dwell on it at the moment.

Excuse me, Frank, Ms. Davenport.

Henry wanted you to know the witness on your assault case is in lineup.

All right if I sit in?

Frank?

Sure. Fine.

Anything on Timothy Mullins?

Search of the area did not give us a weapon.

No other witnesses have come forward.

MAN: I didn't see nothing.

I was in the back of my shop the whole time.

Robert Pirado says you were outside the shop

-when the assault occurred. -Inside. I was inside.

I mean, I heard it, but I didn't see anything.

And I didn't hear that much.

Mr. Krebs, Robert Pirado is claiming self-defense here.

If that's true, and he's found guilty, an innocent man could go to prison.

There ain't no innocent people in that neighborhood.

HENRY: You should know we could have you subpoenaed.

So, go ahead. I mean, it's my word against his.

There wasn't anybody else there, so who's to say?

You afraid of testifying against gang members, Mr. Krebs?

What kind of a stupid question is that?

-We can give you protection. -Protection?

Oh, sure.

All right, first, let's start with four radial tires,

a live cat, and a new stomach for my wife.

My wife was a witness against a gang kid you had up here about five years ago.

She's out walking, she sees this punk shoot a guy.

Broad daylight.

We start getting phone calls in the middle of the night.

I mean, things that would make you cough your lunch.

So I call the cops, who, incidentally, promise protection,

then when the tires are slashed on my car, you people come around, and you say,

(clicking tongue) "That's too bad."

The next day, my wife finds her cat

hanging from the tree in the front of the house.

Gutted.

She's been in and out of doctor's offices for five years.

She can't even eat!

So-so, go ahead. Go ahead.

Talk to me some more about protection, Lieutenant. Come on.

-WAITER: There you are. -HUNTER: Fay...

have I ever told you how much I admire your spirit?

-My spirit? -Yes.

Yes, this karate thing, for one.

I mean, it stands to reason that the Eastern mind-body disciplines

would be well-suited to a woman of your deeply sensual nature.

-I beg your pardon? -Fay...

since I've been in therapy these last months,

I have come to the realization that I no longer want to be an isolate.

I am ready to share my life with someone.

And I have two tickets

to the Philharmonic's upcoming rendition of Mahler's Forth,

and I would be honored if you'd join me.

Howard, are you asking me out on a date?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

-Would you? -No.

-No? -No.

May I ask why?

Oh, yeah. It's nothing personal.

It's just that, well, I'm up to here with dating cops,

and I want to see how the rest of the world lives.

Well, that's probably very prudent.

I'm glad you understand.

If the classics are not up to your taste, we could go see a play.

-Howard. -Or a movie, or just to dinner.

Howard, you're a very good and generous person

and a wonderful friend.

But I don't care if you get two tickets to the Inaugural Ball.

Nothing's gonna change my mind about this.

(pager beeping)

(sirens wailing)

MAN (on megaphone): All right, you people, get back behind the police line.

Get back behind the barricade.

Second story, second window to the right.

His name's Gerald Hutchcraft. Discharged mental patient.

The power company shut off his lights.

Who's he got?

Uh, one of the census takers, a Mr. Tasco.

-Monty Tasco? -Get me that line back.

-I thought you guys were escorting him. -We were called off.

Oh, God!

Mr. Hutchcraft, this is Lieutenant Goldblume again.

Mr. Hutchcraft, listen to me. Your hostage is a census taker.

He just counts people.

He's got nothing to do with the power company.

Yes. Yes.

We are sending somebody,

a real power-company guy who knows how to turn your lights on.

Call gas and electric again. Tell them to move it.

Please, Mr. Hutchcraft, if you shoot him,

then the real power-company guy won't be able to help you anymore.

Mr. Hutchcraft?

Blue Fox, this is Fox Leader. Can you get us a visual fix?

MAN (on radio): Negative. Not enough light.

I think the hostage is on the floor.

-He's giving me the willies. -Yeah, fear of the dark.

It's the oldest one in the book, basic as breathing in.

Frank?

-Why did you leave them alone? -They pulled us off, Captain.

We were needed on backup on Stop 'N' Cop.

-Who gave the order? -I don't know.

I want your full reports on my desk when this is over, you got it?

-Yeah. -What in the hell's going on, Henry?

Simplest operation, and we can't protect anybody.

-Frank-- -Just get him out of there! Just do it!

Some deterrence.

We set up on 119th, chase him to 121st,

then we move to 121st, they go back to 119th Street. That's great.

I was reading this study they did, Federal.

Out of 800 observation busts, 500 copped at arraignment,

right, they did 15 days.

Hundred-fifty got kicked,

seventy-five were blown at the search-and-seizure hearing,

and 25 squealed and did easy time,

so that left 50 that were gonna be off the street for any substantial time.

-NATE: Man. -Plus, every man that walks

costs the city 1,700 bucks.

Tell you, the city wants to move that my way per unit,

I'll get some junkies off the street in a hot second.

MICK (chuckles): Yeah, well...

Statistics are a big help.

Yeah, well, the truth ain't pretty, either.

If we're gonna be out here, we ought to be doing it, making busts.

You sound like the captain on TV yesterday.

Except I'm better-looking on camera.

(Neal laughs)

When's J.D. gonna be back?

Blood test was trouble, Mick. Mono for sure, maybe hepatitis.

MICK: J.D. was the best bowler we had.

Hey, Harry, you bowl, man?

Oh, I'd love to, but I got Torts tonight.

-Law school? -Yeah, second year.

Hey, no kidding? Must be a heavy load, man.

Yeah, well, you can take a three-fifths load.

You know, you'd be done in four years.

All right.

You know, Mike, with the lens that long, you ought to open up a couple F-stops.

It's a hobby.

Fine, Harry. Here, F-stop yourself to death.

I'm going to the can.

Right here you shoot up, right where we got a stakeout?

What are you, crazy? I'm a cop!

Man, this is dumb! I ain't done nothing!

You're under arrest!

How you doing?

(sighs) I'm okay, I guess.

Um, they're gonna put me on desk duty a week.

IAD says that's standard policy.

LUCY: Joe? Joe, come here.

I need people on perimeter. The hostage scene, 2200 Van Ness.

Got it.

Listen, just try not to think about it so much, because it doesn't help.

Okay.

-Clara. -Captain.

-Are you all right? -Yeah, I'm okay.

-IAD finished? -Mm-hmm.

Uh, they went pretty easy on me, I think.

If there's anything I can do, let me know, will you?

Thanks.

Ray...

Hill and Renko were pulled from assigned duty on Stop 'N' Cop.

Who issued the order?

Deputy Chief Briscoe. He took four officers.

-And you didn't put up a fight? -Of course I did.

But you were at your press conference,

and he is the deputy chief, and I'm a lieutenant.

-Frank, Ray. -Irwin.

Heard that was some press conference.

FRANK: I have work to get to, Irwin.

I thought maybe you could use a book report from the mayor's office.

I was about to give him a call.

Don't.

He won't accept it. He's furious.

He's talking insubordination.

He's talking about how bad this kind of thing is

for the department, for the city.

What about Stop 'N' Cop?

Whether he shuts it down or keeps it going,

you have given him a first-class candidate for scapegoat.

The best advice I can give you is to keep a low profile.

Other business. Anything you can give me on Timothy Mullins?

Drawing a blank.

Then you should, know he is probably gonna walk this afternoon.

Can't you jack up his bail?

On a lousy resisting? (scoffs)

That's 500 and a kiss on the cheek, tops.

You keep telling me what bad dudes they are.

They don't get much worse.

Then why can't you keep them for more than a day?

Because that takes a witness.

(sighs) Whose court are we in?

-Oberman. -Oh, too bad.

If it was Wachtel, we could probably get a summary execution.

Sergeant, do you have photocopies of the Pirado arrest report?

Yeah, I think so.

Your witness still playing it quiet, huh?

Yes.

-Ms. Davenport? -What?

I know it's none of my business,

but what about this other case, the Mullins thing?

What about it?

Well, I don't know. Everybody thinks that you saw him.

Including you?

I admire you, but I guess so. I do.

None of you were there, but you're convinced I saw Timothy Mullins.

-Well, I can understand-- -Sergeant, you're right.

It's none of your business. I'm not on trial with you people.

Yeah, well, nobody's gonna be on trial.

Ms. Davenport, if you've got a witness who can prove self-defense,

you better get him in here.

One thousand dollars cash bail.

Short date for hearing.

-(bangs gavel) -Next case.

BAILIFF: Docket number N679342,

Timothy Mullins, charged with 145-20, resisting arrest.

Hats off in the rear. Hats off in the rear.

This is a piece of garbage, Your Honor.

Resisting arrest and no underlying charge?

Defendant was legitimately arrested as a homicide suspect.

Then why isn't he so charged?

IRWIN: We are building our case, Your Honor,

and in consideration of the evidence we feel we will be able to produce,

people ask $10,000 bail.

Ten thousand dollars on a resisting, Mr. DA?

Protecting the city against a civil suit. Oldest trick in the courthouse.

That's not so.

I must say, if the charge were murder, that'd be one thing,

but on a paltry resisting...

(sighs)

Bail is set at $500.

Short date for hearing. (bangs gavel)

Next case.

MS. TALBOT: Your Honor...

Your Honor, may I please be allowed to speak?

-Who are you? -Linda Talbot, Your Honor.

My father was Mr. Lionel Talbot, and there is something

that I would like to say to you and to this court.

The arraignment's been decided. No public comments.

My father was a hero!

He stood up so a man's killer could be punished,

and now no one-- no one will stand up against the man who killed him!

-JUDGE: Bailiff, kindly-- -What is it about him

that makes you all so scared?

He isn't worth the life that my father gave.

He was too good.

You all are cowards.

You are just cowards.

I can walk.

Your Honor, may I approach?

It pertains to this case.

JUDGE: What is it, Ms. Davenport?

If the DA will take a ten-minute recess,

there's a witness who wants to come forward.

Then he can redraft his papers to charge murder.

-Oh, come on. -Please, Your Honor, ten minutes.

Granted.

Deposit Mr. Mullins in holding till we resume.

The court stands recessed for ten minutes.

She says they've got a witness against you.

She lies! There ain't no witness!

Don't worry about it, bro.

You ain't got to worry about no trouble from no witness.

-Ain't that right, miss lady? -FRANK: Arrest him!

Arrest him on harassment. Take him to Hill Street Station.

You know what I'm saying, don't you?

I don't know what I'm gonna do, Bobby. I'm paralyzed.

I feel like I got a big, old fat man and his brother

just squatting on my chest.

(sighs) Why don't you try to call her?

I've tried to call her. There wasn't no answer.

Bobby, I tell you, my life has turned into a catastrophe,

what with that little head counter up there,

and Daryl Ann's got my accidental baby.

How hard can it be, Renko? It's yes or no, isn't it?

Bobby, what if I was to get married,

and then in another week,

the most beautiful woman in the world were to fall in love with me,

a woman with sensibilities who could cook,

somebody I could spend all my money on?

You already got somebody like that, unless you're saying you don't love her.

Of course I do. She's a fine woman.

-But? -But...

there are a few aspects of everyday existence in which she falls short.

Like what?

-I don't know. -For crying out loud, Renko.

She's young, she's healthy, she's good-looking,

she loves you, which, by itself, is an amazing fact.

What else do you want?

What are you saving it for? You're no kid anymore.

The trouble with you, you only want women who want nothing to do with you.

Grow up, pal.

Electricity's on.

Lieutenant wants everybody ready to move.

HENRY: Mr. Hutchcraft?

Mr. Hutchcraft, your lights are on, just like I promised.

Will you send Mr. Tasco out?

You remember what you promised, don't you, Mr. Hutchcraft?

Okay.

Good.

Letting him toward the door now?

MAN: All right, you people, get back inside there.

Back behind the yellow barricade. Thank you.

Where is he?

Blue Fox, do you hear anything?

Anything from the interior of that apartment?

Over.

MAN (on radio): Negative.

Mr. Hutchcraft?

Mr. Hutchcraft...

What?

But the lights are on, Mr. Hutchcraft.

Please. I can see them from here.

-(gunshots) -MAN: Shots fired!

-Bust it! -MAN: Move out!

Let's go.

-Frank, we lost the hostage. -I heard on the way down.

-They're bringing in the suspect. -Where's Mullins?

Interrogation.

-Where's my lawyer? -FRANK: You don't have one.

-Well, get her. -You had a lawyer.

At the moment, you're not entitled to one.

I want to see that lawyer again.

Shut up.

I was thinking I just might do her,

but now I'm thinking I'm gonna put a hurting on her.

I'm gonna make it nasty.

If she ever hears from you,

if she even sees you across a crowded street,

you better pray she stays healthy, my friend.

You better pray she doesn't even catch a cold or trip and turn an ankle,

because I swear to you,

if anything happens to my wife, I'll kill you.

-Book him. -WILLIAM: Tell her, chump.

Tell her I'm coming.

Close the door, Frank.

We've got a problem here, Frank. Let me tell you what I've been thinking.

We've seen some dark nights through till dawn, time and again.

I like to think we've learned, we've grown together,

my best captain.

-Chief-- -There's been some damage, Frank.

We're gonna take some time.

We're gonna have to rebuild your career now.

What?

I can't keep you on the Hill.

I've cleared out a spot for you as a liaison officer

on a federal task force out of Division, policing the neighborhood.

Does this come from Cleveland?

I told you I couldn't protect you on this, Frank.

You had your chance to make amends,

and you threw it right back in Ozzie's face.

-His order. -Damn it, Frank.

You brought it on yourself.

You forced my hand. You're out! That's it!

There will be an announcement out of my office this afternoon.

I suggest you split the command

between senior officers Hunter and Calletano.

As soon as the dust clears, I'll transfer someone over.

Frank... there is a burn-out factor to command on the Hill.

I should have headed this off six months ago.

I should have seen it coming.

We'll turn this around.

We'll salvage your career.

I swear it.

Frank?

My records are in the cabinet. The keys are in here.

I'll probably have to spend a little time up here tomorrow.

If not, you can reach me at Division.

-Frank... -This is madness.

Excuse me, Captain.

What is it, Mick?

This isn't working out there.

These dirt bags, they hear you on the news,

it cuts the floor right out from under us.

And maybe that isn't the best way to run this whole thing.

Uh, well, you'll want to know that Chief Daniels agrees with you.

I have been relieved of my command.

What?

Captain, I didn't mean it that way.

What did he say?

(sirens wailing)

I was proud of you in that courtroom.

You'll forgive me if I don't feel quite the heroine.

I've never been more terrified.

Joyce, I'll protect you.

From your cubicle at Division headquarters?

Frank, they can't protect popes and presidents.

This isn't the best day of my life, either.

JOYCE: I'm sorry.

(sighs)

I guess you can report to your new job and...

see if it makes any sense.

What kind of advice is that?

I don't know, Frank. I don't know what you want me to say.

I'm standing here afraid for my life.

I talked to Henry. You'll have guards round-the-clock.

For how long, Frank?

A couple of weeks, a month?

The new captain might not consider that a proper allocation for manpower.

I can't trust that, can I?

-So, I'm going to trust this. -Damn it, Joyce, that's no answer.

Damn you, Frank, the only time I've ever needed you to be a real cop,

and you had to go blow your mouth off.

Boy, I feel as if you're a thousand miles away.

I feel like you're a million.

Where are you going?

FRANK: Out.

(crying)

What is that? What, two, three?

-Two. -Three? Two.

You know, I think it's crazy, them canning the captain, you know.

They've done crazier things before, Coff.

Oh, it's just a temporary thing.

It's like a slap on the wrist, right, Lieutenant?

Let's hope so.

Well, I'm putting in for a transfer. I don't care what suit they ship in.

The captain ain't back, I'm gone.

Now, team, I am as upset as the next person,

but while we been moping around, in case you haven't noticed,

we've been getting our butts caved in.

Come on, Renko. A big "X" puts us right back in it.

All right!

LUCY (laughs): Andrewski! Very good!

Okay, so you put an "X" like that.

What's my score now?

Just a second. Okay, two balls...

(woman cheers)

Hey, if I keep this up, I'm gonna have my average

up over 150 first night of the season.

What?

Andy, why don't you grow up?

I just need more time, that's all.

Well, I don't have more time. You've gotta make up your mind.

I can't.

I... had a baby once, six years ago.

I know that.

I'm trying to take all that into consideration, you understand me?

And I had to give him up for adoption because I had no proper home for him,

and I won't go through the hurt of that again.

Andy, I got my pride.

I know who I am.

Maybe it's not all that much, but I like myself.

It's the first time in my life I can say that,

and you have a lot to do with it.

I love you, but if you won't marry me, I'll have an abortion.

So you gotta decide.

I mean... I don't know who else you'd marry.

I can't imagine. Can you?

LUCY: Come on, Renko! You're up!

I'm scared.

Shoot, what do you think I am?

But we have a chance to build a life,

and maybe it'll work out and maybe it won't,

but I'm telling you, I'm willing to try.

JOE: Hey, come on, Andy! You're holding us up!

I'll be back.

Hey!

What are you doing?

Robert, make my spare.

JOE: Hey, Renko, you got another ball!

(siren wailing)

Help you?

Uh, scotch, a fifth.

Anything in particular?

Whatever you say.

Yeah, that's fine.

That'll be it for you?

(closing theme playing)