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NARRATOR : Previously on Hill Street Blues...

-CLARA: Freeze! -(gunshots)

Oh, boy. I had to do that.

-Bobby Hill, my Daryl Ann's pregnant. -You're kidding.

A little cowboy? Great!

I just need more time, that's all.

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

(gunshots)

She says they've got a witness against you.

Don't worry about it, bro.

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

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

Tell her, chump.

Tell her I'm coming.

I mean, I have these two tickets, uh, to the Philharmonic's

upcoming rendition of Mahler's Fourth.

Kasakowski's conducting.

Like I said, I can't.

And I have two tickets to the Philharmonic's

upcoming rendition of Mahler's Fourth, and I would be honored if you'd join me.

Howard, are you asking me out on a date?

(siren wailing)

MICK: Come out from there!

Captain Furillo's reservations aside,

our operation against flagrant drug trafficking

continues in that vicinity.

Are you now retracting what you said yesterday

about Stop 'N' Cop being a sham?

-MALE REPORTER 1: Sir... -That's all I have.

(reporters clamoring)

I can't keep you on the Hill.

You had your chance to make amends and you threw it right back

-in Ozzie's face. -His order.

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

(wind chimes jingle)

Help you?

Uh, scotch. A fifth.

-(indistinct chattering) -LUCY: Item six, absences.

LaRue has definitely got mono.

That means he'll be out three weeks minimum.

-(laughter) -(whistling)

Guy is sick! Let's not make a party out of it!

And the big absence...

which when I talked to him this morning, he had the flu,

but even if he were well, Captain Furillo has been reassigned to Division.

(all groaning)

Which, in my opinion, stinks.

But then, expressing an opinion is exactly what got him in trouble.

-So, moving right along to item seven. -Who they bringing in?

We won't know for about a week. In the meantime,

command is Lieutenant Hunter and Lieutenant Calletano.

Item seven, Stop 'N' Cop.

And this comes directly from Deputy Chief Briscoe at Division.

(all groaning, murmuring)

Every available body will be on the street for immediate assist and backup

for all observed narcotic transactions.

Luce, everybody?

Everybody means everybody.

First will be on that slimline radio storefront.

And Chief Briscoe says that they're really looking

-to make some dents out there today. -MICK: That's a lot of crap.

-(all grumbling) -Hey, look!

Everybody knows what the mayor's attitude is on this one.

-(all grumbling) -So let's just go out there,

-dig our heels in, and do it. -That's right.

Last item, William Mullins.

He was rereleased this morning.

Now, this guy's brother was fingered by Joyce Davenport yesterday.

She's getting protection. But when she's around, be alert.

And let's show that we're aware of the situation.

That's it.

-Captain coming back? -Is there anything we can do?

I don't know. They say that he's not coming back.

(all muttering)

-Man, Cleveland's gotta be crazy. -Yeah, right.

All right, look.

We're all gonna know all about this soon enough.

So in the meantime, we just do our jobs.

So let's just roll and be careful out there.

Gonna have no problem at all, will we, huh?

-BOBBY: No, that's right. -(indistinct chattering)

-Lieutenant, can I see you for a second? -Sure.

Remember Whitney Barnes?

-"Town house tapes?" -Yes.

Well, Chief Daniels is on this one with her.

-How do you come into possession of this? -J.D. made a copy.

Neal, doing that with evidence is illegal.

That's what I told him. That's why I took it away.

As long as I didn't get rid of it yet, maybe we can help the captain.

I don't believe this would be the way to go about it.

-(plastic rattling) -Then... (clears throat)

I'm returning evidence, Lieutenant.

Hey, will you wait one second for me?

-Yeah, I'll be over here. -Thanks. Sarge?

I don't want to be a pain, um, but IAD put me on desk today.

I talked to Briscoe personally about you. He said you had to go out.

I reminded him that you were officer involved just yesterday.

-Yeah. -He said everybody goes out.

-Okay. Okay. -I killed somebody once.

If you ever want to talk about anything... I don't know.

Thanks, Lucy.

-Clara? -Yeah?

-Uh... how are you today? -I'm okay. Um, I'm gonna be okay.

I understand how difficult

-it must be for you. -Thanks.

Um, by the way, I happen to have two tickets

-to the Philharmonic tonight. -Is that right?

Yeah, it's a Mahler's Fourth. Kasakowski's conducting.

-RAY: I'm sorry. -Would you like to go?

RAY: Never gave permission.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to.

I can have a key made in half an hour.

If Frank had wanted a key made, he would have said so.

Ray, could we please not water the hydrant about this?

We're not doing such thing, Henry.

I have been left in charge, and I am the boss.

Oh, no, no, no, no, Raymondo. I am the boss.

I am the boss, Howard.

Oh, I'm not arguing rank, compadre.

It's inflection. You're stressing the wrong word.

It's not "I am the boss." It's "I am the boss."

You are a jerk!

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)

JOYCE: I didn't hear you come in last night.

I was late. (sighs)

-Where'd you go? -For a walk.

Got the flu.

You all right?

-(chuckles) -Are you all right?

You've been reassigned. You're sick.

There's a Sergeant Moriarty outside, my escort.

I don't know him.

He's reading retirement brochures.

-Great confidence builder. -You have a bodyguard.

-Just in case he takes off for Florida. -No good, Joyce.

Frank, I don't want to argue about it.

-Are you going in to Division? -See how I feel.

What can I bring you home? Some chicken soup?

-Great. Thanks. -I hope you feel better.

-Good morning, Ray. -Good morning, Chief.

-Any fires up here? -Chief, excuse me.

I am wondering if there is any chance you will reconsider Frank's reassignment.

-Reconsider, Ray? -Frank made a mistake.

-He made several. -But I believe he deserves consideration.

This is the mayor's play, amigo.

And the mayor's not currently disposed to do Captain Furillo a favor.

Of course, Ozzie was your man in the election, Ray,

maybe you can prevail on him.

-Chief. -Henry.

We gonna kick some butt on Stop 'N' Cop this morning?

-Gonna try. -You may see Warren Briscoe out there.

-Okay. -Off the record,

I'm thinking of him as the transitional guy for your precinct.

-Ray. -I hate that man.

What's the deal, Lieutenant?

Division's assigned a bodyguard to the captain's wife.

I want to go after it from the other end.

Good. Good for you.

I don't want this sociopath Mullins anywhere near Joyce Davenport.

-What are we talking about here? -We're talking about Mullins is a junkie.

When he's released from Michigan Avenue, we put a tail on him.

When he tries to cop, we roust him and his connection.

Shut this guy off cold, and sooner or later,

he could make a mistake he'll go away for.

-Or blow town. -Either of which would be fine with us.

I thought we were on Stop 'N' Cop.

I'm running command post on Stop 'N' Cop, Harry.

I can take care of that part.

But maybe you'd like to be reassigned.

-Nah, I don't wanna be reassigned. -Okay.

-Leo? -LEO: Hi, Ms. Davenport.

-Uh, Mr. Louis Burke? -Uh, interrogation.

That's where I'll be, Detective.

Oh, okay. I'll wait right outside the door.

LUCY: Ms. Davenport?

Um, what you did in court yesterday, it meant a lot to a lot of people.

Thank you.

-LEO: Anybody see my catcher's mitt? -Your catcher's mitt?

I had the oil, I had it wrapped. I'm trying to break in the pocket.

-Uh, no, I haven't seen it, Leo. Sorry. -Damn!

I shouted, "The suction was reversed,"

and like a shot, they were sucked down into the drain.

Excuse me?

My gentles. The-the family jewels.

-You're saying literally-- -They were sucked down

to the whirlpool drain. This is why I hit him.

Dennis Dililo?

Yeah. Substitute therapist. I'm going there seven weeks for my back.

I never saw him before today.

Not only he pushes the wrong button, but he becomes hysterical.

I can't pry his hand off the button.

I'm struggling. I got one hand over the side of the tub,

the suction is crucifying me,

he's screaming, and I can't get his hand off.

This is when you struck Mr. Dililo in the jaw?

I'm not a violent man, but I felt as if my gentles were in a vise.

Uh... without knowing the extent of the other man's injuries,

it's, uh... hard to tell where... they're going with this, uh--

I didn't think I hit him that hard.

Uh, at the arraignment, we may find that they brought these charges

simply to deflect you from a civil suit.

(stammers) I understand. Thank you.

-Are you all right? -I'm in considerable discomfort.

Hey, hey. Hold it up a minute. Looks like he's getting off here.

Uh-huh. Okay, Mr. Mullins. Showtime.

J.D.: I think he's gonna cop.

-Oh, man. -(tires squealing)

We'll keep you a fresh face.

-Police! -Okay, hit the wall. Move it!

I said move it, chump!

All right, man, come on. This is nothing but a narco bust.

We're helping this guy kick. That is right.

-We gonna help you out, bro. -This guy is shut off.

Anyone sells to him, there's no plea bargain,

there's no rollovers.

The bust goes to the head of the class, guaranteed you go away.

-MAN: The guy's eighty-sixed. -You got it.

Now you spread it around.

What you fools think youse doing?

Hey, you gonna make me mad if you jump bail with me, William.

-As much as I want to help you out, bro. -You're gonna stay clean, Mullins,

and we're gonna be right inside your shirt, helping you.

I hope you didn't spend your last dough for this, man.

Ain't no big deal, man. I be high in an hour.

Then I got me some business to take care of.

You ain't doing business no more, chump! You got that? You are getting done to.

So you can forget about all your threats. Now walk.

Hey, what can we do for you, William, huh? Huh?

Be seeing you, Mullins.

I have committed myself to exactly nothing with this purchase, Robert.

I took the item to a pawn shop, and the gentleman offered me $50,

which is exactly what I paid Jackie O'Dell.

-Who are you talking to? -I thought I was talking to you.

Sounds like to me you're talking to yourself.

(sighs) Is that so, Dr. Freud?

Yep. Just before taking (German accent) the matrimonial plunge.

WOMAN (on radio): Unit 2202, shots fired,

-98th and Utica. Respond. -2202 in response.

-(siren wailing) -Don't be so snide and smart!

Hey, I approve, Renko. I think Daryl Ann's the greatest.

Then don't tell me what I have or have not decided on.

Okay, that's fine.

When I plunge into those icy waters, I shall be the first to know.

Right.

(siren blaring)

(gunshot)

-What the hell's going on, Jesus? -She's crazy.

This chick's trying to cash me in.

-RENKO: Who might that be, Jesus? -Claudia, Claudia Ramirez.

She comes. She starts shooting up the place.

CLAUDIA: I've got you now, Jesus!

-You're a dead man. -(gunshot)

She thinks I'm barricaded inside my office.

-You know her? -Yeah, a little.

Señorita Claudia, would you please kindly come out here?

CLAUDIA: He lied to me!

(speaking in Spanish)

(in English) He promised he'd do the right thing!

See what I mean? Completely unreasonable!

Claudia, Jesus is with us.

-(gunshots) -(glass shatters)

-Claudia? Claudia! -(gunshot)

Now, you listen here, girl. He is in protective custody.

You come out, and we'll reason about this!

(siren blaring in distance)

Claudia, throw the gun out so we can see it!

Nobody needs to get hurt!

(clattering)

Okay, darling, you can come out now.

Jesus.

Jesus, you gonna be a daddy?

That seems to be the rumor.

-JOYCE: Fay? -I just got your message.

I was just trying to call you again.

Listen, Henry told me about Frank. I mean, are they nuts? Transferring him?

It's complicated.

-Well, is he all right? -I think so.

-Fay, do you remember a Claudia Ramirez? -No.

You interviewed her for that unwed-mother panel.

She demanded to speak with you before she'd discuss her case.

-What case? -She took a shot at Jesus Martinez.

FAY: I like her taste in targets.

(door opens)

-CLAUDIA: Mrs. Furillo? -Claudia?

CLAUDIA: You remember me?

-To tell you the truth-- -You talked to me!

Later you came back with some groceries.

Oh, my gosh. You were my first interview. How are you?

JOYCE: She's charged with attempted murder,

illegal possession and discharge of a firearm.

On the other hand, no one was hurt.

Property damage was minimal. She's an expectant mother.

I can't believe Jesus signed a complaint.

Because he knows I'm coming after him. He knows he don't get no peace.

He's the father?

Claudia, threats like that are exactly what the court is concerned about.

We have to assure the judge there won't be any more violence.

I don't give no promise.

Claudia, you don't really want to kill Jesus.

No! I want that he marries me. I want a father for my baby.

Have you and Jesus sat down and talked about this?

He wouldn't. So I do what you told me.

You said, "If the father won't talk to you, put a gun to his head."

That was a figure of speech.

Our first order of business is getting these charges dropped.

I think our chances are fairly good,

as long as there are no outbursts in the court. No yelling at Jesus.

FAY: Claudia, do you understand what Ms. Davenport's saying to you?

I won't make no trouble. Will you come? Maybe you can talk to him.

-Oh, I don't know what I could say. -Say he should marry me!

Say I don't wanna be alone.

-Thanks. -So, how are you doing?

Lieutenant Hunter asked me out on a date.

(chuckles) Yeah?

-Yeah. I... I think he's a nice guy. -Yeah, he's very nice.

Well, at least I can get the name of his shrink.

Hey, one day at a time.

Oh, man, I've been having these nightmares.

Real doozies.

Look, that's gonna happen for a while.

WOMAN (on radio): All units, Stop 'N' Cop suspect fleeing on foot,

northbound, 1400 Dekker. Request all backup units.

They're coming right at us.

(siren wailing)

Halt!

(gunshots)

Call an ambulance!

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Why the hell wasn't Pilsky on a desk?

Orders from Division.

They wanted everyone on the street for Stop 'N' Cop.

Later, Ray.

Uh, yeah. Uh, is Bob Tunell there? This is Frank Furillo calling.

Well, would you know where that is?

Cou-- Yeah.

-That's gonna get you right. -Get out of here, man.

-Get out of here, man! -Hey.

-Spread 'em! -Hey, man!

-Man, don't do this to me! -Or what?!

Hey, for the second time,

I guess we can find it in our hearts to forgive you for this, William.

I'm gonna kill you!

Oh, is that the way you talk to somebody who's concerned about you?

-No heat? -He's clean.

Now we're gonna pick up the bozo who dealt you, Billy boy.

Have a talk with him, too.

You're gonna be out of connections real soon, bro.

Hey, man.

You get smart! You find another city, hair ball!

(engine starts)

-I'm gonna get you, suckers! -(car horn honking)

(groans)

-(laughing) -Bob?

Frank.

Uh, could I ask you to excuse us for a minute?

-It's very important. -Sure.

-Thank you. -I'll be at the bar.

FRANK: I'm sorry to track you down like this.

Don't be silly, Frank.

So, uh, tell me.

So, uh... I bought a bottle last night,

and a half-hour ago, I poured myself a glass.

-Did you drink it? -FRANK: No.

But, uh, I'm running out of steps.

-What brought it on, Frank? -(chuckles)

Um... my job...

I got into a beef with my bosses and wound up transferred.

My marriage...

my wife and I are, uh...

pretty distant at the moment. I'm not sure what all the issues are, Bob.

What I do know is that, uh, for the first time in...

seven years...

ever since that time I called you at two o'clock in the morning...

(stammers) I really feel as if I might wind up drinking.

Well, it's very simple. (sighs)

-Francis, don't do it. -(exhales)

Not if you think it's gonna put you back on the skids.

WAITRESS: Seven and seven.

-Um... no, isn't that for Mr. Crane? -No, he has the sidecar.

-Uh, right. Right you are. -WAITRESS: Something for you, sir?

No. Thank you.

(clears throat) Well, I guess this is...

I guess this is what they mean when they say...

-"red-handed", huh? -Oh, Bob.

No, wait a minute, Frank. I want you to see something.

I wanna show you something. Hm?

Good luck.

(gulps) Ah.

Where's the lightning, Frank?

Where's the world splitting open and swallowing me up?

You've kept coming to meetings.

Yeah, well, see, that's-that's the hypocrisy.

That's... that's what I haven't had the strength of character to change.

Because, you see, I can handle it.

You've kept coming because you know that's crap.

You may think you're in control now, but tomorrow...

next week...

Well, ten months. Ten months of tomorrows. I can handle it.

We're alcoholics, Bob.

You know how it's gonna end up.

Ah, speak for yourself. I'm no automaton!

No damn organization's gonna write the script of my life.

Well, at the moment, you're in bigger trouble than I am.

Play it in "E," Frank. Play it in "E." Play it with strings.

You have my number if you wanna call.

(sniffles)

I don't want you in the alley. I want you around the corner on 10th,

covering Bulldog Two and Three.

-You have less than two minutes. Move it. -(door opens)

How we doin'? We ready?

-(grunts) -That's what I'm trying to find out.

Bulldog Four, give me your position.

Okay, keep cool. Watch your time. Yeah. We're ready.

Good. Let's see.

It's two blocks down. You can't see it from here.

Ah, it's too bad we can't kick the door in,

throw in a stick of dynamite. We'd close these places real quick.

-Your people okay about that poor cop? -Pilsky. They're a little hinky.

Well, this'll be what they need. We lose a trooper, we get something back.

-(buzzer buzzes) -Well?

-Yeah. Ready to go. -All right, let's go.

(tires screeching)

-Hey! It's a bust! -Hey, you! Stop!

-Hold it right there! -Don't shoot!

Keep him on that door!

-Okay, freeze! Move! Move! -Open the door. Come on!

Don't move.

-(door opens) -Everybody freeze!

(yells)

OFFICER 1: Steel door.

Back it up.

All right, come on. Move it. Let's go.

OFFICER 2: You have the right to remain silent...

Heroin? Man.

-(sirens wailing) -Bingo.

Second thoughts on Stop 'N' Cop, Captain, in light of this successful bust.

-No comment. -How about in light of your reassignment?

What's he doing here?

What, they don't give you a chance to get your things?

I didn't mean it to sound that way.

Let me ask you something. What do you think if we shut down

this, uh, Stop 'N' Cop operation for a few days

until manpower's up to steam, what do you think?

You know, I'm gonna be handling transition here for a few weeks.

I'd really appreciate your input.

-Would you excuse me? -Oh, sure. Yeah.

Uh, Deputy Chief, what are the plans with Stop 'N' Cop?

(indistinct chattering)

Come in.

How was first day at Division?

I haven't been there yet. I got this bug.

-You sound a little punk. -What was all that?

Oh, we got, uh, we got little lucky on one of the Stop 'N' Cop moves.

-Popped some serious weight. -Way to go.

-Doesn't help you get your job back. -That ship sailed, Henry.

LUCY: Her death's on your head. It's your fault!

-You gave me the order! -I don't know what you're talking about.

I said, "Pilsky, too?" I asked specifically!

-I gave you no such order. -LUCY: Oh, you lying son of a--

-Lucy! -Walk away, Lucy.

-He's lying. -Walk away.

-Howard, reporters. -Um...

I asked him. I asked him!

-That's pathetic. -Is she telling the truth?

Furillo, I make roster assessments for 24 turnout sergeants a morning.

I get a fast half-hour to do it if I get my calls through.

If she's right, she's wrong.

-Which means she's right. -Meaning I can't remember.

Now, Bates and I can call each other liars and screw up both our careers,

or we can agree there was a bureaucratic mix-up

where I authorize a general turnout.

Yes, she asked me if Pilsky was included. I said everyone was active.

She did not tell me who Pilsky was.

So as long as you still got phantom feelings in your captaincy, Furillo,

get her to agree to that.

I'll try. Now, I think you better leave--

-I wanna know that she agrees to it. -I'll call you.

You know I could also romance her with an open insubordination.

-You know that. -I'll call.

I have a hard decision for you, Lucy.

-Yeah? -Briscoe wants the story to IAD

to be that you asked him about Pilsky,

but you didn't identify her as "officer involved" from the day before.

I did! I told him Pilsky,

the one that was involved with the shooting! I said it!

He says if you did, it didn't register.

-You think I ought to go along? -FRANK: I can't tell you to do that.

But I can tell you it'll turn into his word against yours,

and if that happens, you'll lose.

I should've known it was wrong. I should've known it was a mistake.

You relayed the order in good conscience.

Yeah, Esterhaus would've known what to do.

Let yourself up, Luce.

What shall I tell Briscoe?

Whatever he wants.

-FAY: Frank? -FRANK: What, Fay?

I'm sorry.

-How are you doing? -I've been better.

I know. But have you ever been any worse?

No, sir. No.

I don't believe in disregarding the chain of command.

Excuse me, Mayor, but it is common knowledge Chief Daniels reassigned

Captain Furillo at your--

I understand.

I understand.

All right. Thank you for your attention.

-Evidence. -They want to play hardball, Henry.

-Calletano will play, too. -No kidding, Lieutenant? What position?

I keep trying to steady myself, but I can't.

I keep feeling as if I'm drowning.

But it's as if I'm in the middle of the ocean and there's nothing to grab on to.

Joyce needs me terribly right now.

I can't be there for her. Sound familiar?

Went for a walk last night.

-Oh, Frank. (sighs) -I didn't drink it.

Had it right there.

Frank, I know you have the strength.

I shouldn't have burdened you with this.

Are you kidding? We have history.

Come here, scooter.

I have to be in court in a few minutes.

The right side of the law this time one of my welfare mothers.

-Unless you want me to stay. -No, no. Go. Thanks.

No more of those walks, mister, or I'll tie your shoelaces together.

(door closes)

FLETCHER: I guess I have to admire your persistence, Ray.

Do I have to paint "no sale" across my forehead?

Here is a commercial transaction I think you will be interested in.

"Big cheese." Empty. Educate me.

It is a tape of you and the prostitute Whitney Barnes.

You are the "big cheese."

-Where's the videotape? -In my possession.

I guess that puts all the cards on the table.

Yes.

-Deal them. -Frank Furillo gets his job back.

(telephone ringing)

-IAD get your statement? -Yeah.

Have you seen Lucy?

Look, maybe you wanna come back outside. Maybe that would be better.

Yeah. I just gotta-- Luce?

I can't talk right now.

Captain, could I bother you for half a second?

What, Leo?

I know you've been transferred, but I was wondering if, uh...

cosign a credit union loan application.

-How much? -Twenty-four hundred.

-New car? -Baseball camp.

I-It's perfect, Captain. It falls right on my vacation.

A lot of money for a baseball camp.

No, sir. They give you a room and three squares a day,

plus all the clinics.

-How are things at home? -Home's fine, Captain.

Home's over. Mrs. Schnitz is in Vegas.

I wired her all the money.

-She hopes to become a dealer. -I'm sorry.

So, could you sign?

You know, Captain, uh...

I was a first-string catcher in high school.

I used to say that aside from Mrs. Schnitz,

it was the only time in my life something good happened to me.

Captain, if there's ever anything that I could do for you.

Uh, could you get me a few more boxes, Leo?

FLETCHER: Excuse us.

Ozzie's downstairs.

You and I have to come to an understanding.

-About? -Don't be coy, Frank.

Ray Calletano's never been more than your right arm.

Now, I'm gonna have your word that all copies are destroyed.

I square you downstairs,

we have a clean sheet top to bottom, agreed?

Ozzie, I've given you fast and full support in this situation with Frank.

Pin a rose on you, Fletcher.

I'm reminding you of it only because I don't want my motives confused

when I ask you now to reinstate.

Please, hear me out.

It was my plan to bring Warren Briscoe in while I arranged a replacement.

Warren's just told me that he doesn't choose to be considered.

That leaves us looking at a command vacuum of several weeks duration

in a precinct which has just lost its turnout sergeant,

and which on its best days faces the morale problems

concomitant to being this city's armpit.

None of which makes me call you, Ozzie, if, an hour ago,

Frank Furillo doesn't give me a very persuasive indication

of just how desperately he wants another crack at this job.

Frank has asked for probationary reinstatement.

Given the circumstances, I'd like your permission to consider it.

You don't need my permission.

Ozzie.

Make your case.

Frank?

I'd very much like another chance.

I realize I was wrong to question policy.

And I'm sorry for the embarrassment it caused you.

If I get a chance, it won't happen again.

What frosted my butt was you calling Stop 'N' Cop "politics."

Calling it "trendy."

I grew up on these streets.

I held my brother in my arms while he died of this poison.

If I made a mistake...

maybe I did encourage an overcommitment of resources.

It was not to buy popularity.

It would be a probationary reinstatement, Ozzie.

I think you try to be a good cop, Frank.

Credit me with trying to be a good mayor.

All right.

Thank you.

I'm gonna be a tough probation officer, Frank.

Every copy.

Let's call it in, huh, guys? What do you say?

He's got a gun. Let's call it in.

We're three cops here. How many cops do you want?

He's coming.

-Police! Freeze! -Hold it, Mullins!

Put it down, Mullins! It's over!

You want me? You want me?

-Drop it! -Come on!

(gunfire)

Caught my generals, Your Honor. My gentle parts.

Is this, uh, correct, Mr. Bernstein?

Mr. Burke's... parts were sucked into a whirlpool drain?

My papers indicate defendant may have suffered

some provocation, Your Honor.

Some? Some provocation?

How'd you like it? Can you imagine? You jerk! You amateur! You moron!

-(groans) -JUDGE: All right, calm down now.

(gavel banging)

What we have here is a classic crime of passion...

and potentially a monstrously lucrative civil suit.

But so the judge could make him do the right thing, is that right?

Claudia, I'm not a lawyer, so I can't help you with that part of it.

But Ms. Davenport seems to think not.

Why not? I'm not his common-law or nothing?

Claudia, look.

I think we just have to be as realistic as possible.

First time we met, I remember you told me you kept your baby.

(sighs) I wasn't 17, and it wasn't my first child.

Besides that, I had job skills,

-and I had some money. -He's got money.

You think all that gang stuff, he don't have money?

He should marry me.

And what if he won't?

I think you should consider adoption.

I want my baby.

I know. But what we don't know is whether Jesus wants your baby.

Let me put it to you this way, Jesus,

-there anybody else you'd rather marry? -Nah.

Then it comes down to your fundamental basic human freedoms versus slavery.

BAILIFF: Docket N637772, Claudia Ramirez,

illegal possession of a weapon and attempted murder.

Fay?

Uh, I'm counseling Ms. Ramirez on her pregnancy, Your Honor.

Uh-huh. I see a felonious attack. I see a .38 caliber weapon.

Your Honor, there are extenuating circumstances.

And I see a bun in the oven,

which I take to be the responsibility of the complainant.

I want to plead the fifth, Your Honor.

Spineless punk.

Yo, Judge! How about some contempt of court here?

Contempt of life, that's what you are.

Look at this beautiful girl. Come with me, Claudia.

Come here! Now put your hand on it.

Feel that. You can feel life in there. It's moving.

But you know what I don't understand? I do not understand how a man

doesn't love the woman that's carrying his child.

Yo, who says I don't love her? 'Course I love her.

It feels good when I'm with her.

Then why don't you drop the charges and marry her?

Who says I ain't gonna marry her?

-Of course I'm gonna marry her. -All right!

You had a blood test, young man?

Yes, sir. Couple of months ago. Unrelated incident.

-What? (speaking in Spanish) -Yo, woman, I passed.

If the parties agree to marry, will the State drop the gun charge?

Yo.

JUDGE: And do you, Jesus Emilio Martinez,

take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?

-Yeah, I do. -The ring.

Ring? I ain't got a ring, bro.

RENKO: Uh, excuse me, Judge, sir. Uh...

I think this ought to do you just fine, Jesus.

-What do you need for this? -Exactly what I paid for it, $75.

Got you covered.

I now pronounce you man and wife.

(speaking in Spanish)

-(in English) Thank you, Officer. Oh, I'm so happy for you.

Be happy.

-Cowboy? -Yeah?

Um, I bought this for Marty. It was, uh, it was gonna be her birthday present.

I want you to have it. What you do with it is up to you.

Oh, Bobby Hill.

So, that gonna be it with IAD?

They'll have follow-up questions tomorrow.

-Like what? What kind of questions? -What's your problem, Garibaldi?

I mean, you act like you got something to hide.

Look, if we would've busted that guy the first time,

or even the second time, he'd be alive.

So, what's IAD gonna say about that, huh?

They're not gonna ask about that.

-What, are you gonna tell them? -Look, Harry,

didn't you every use discretion on a possession bust?

The man came out with a piece, Harry.

-He was ordered to disarm. He shot at us. -I know.

We hunted the guy.

-He was hunting, too. -Family.

Look, what I know is that the guy threatened Captain Furillo's wife.

Does that give us permission to kill him?

Look, you gotta understand something, kid.

We stayed on that guys back, we gave him a chance to make a mistake,

but he made it, it was his choice.

And he could've come in, right? You gave him a chance to drop his weapon.

Convict yourself of what's in your heart, Harry,

you're not gonna make a cop, man.

You'll have violence in your heart... a lot.

(sighs)

-Detective? -Ms. Davenport.

Uh... part of me wants to ask what happened.

-What's that? -How William Mullins died.

He'd just robbed a liquor store. He was armed, resisted arrest.

-He shot at you. -Uh-huh.

-I'm-I'm sorry for asking you that. -It's okay.

-(whispers) Oh, God. -It's all right.

Thank you.

-Hey, hey. Take it easy. It's okay. -Yeah.

You got a friend here to see you.

Hm. Daryl Ann?

-What? -Uh...

(sighs) Daryl Ann, Daryl Ann...

Whatever it is, just say it.

Um... do you think that you, um, would marry me?

(chuckles) Well, I already said that I would.

Well... then, um...

You mean this is it? You're asking me?

I figure I have to, or else what would I do with this?

(chuckles)

Oh, Andy, it's beautiful. I can't believe it.

I thought you were gonna give me the boot as sure as anything.

I thought about it.

Then I decided any man that would give you up...

ought to have his head examined.

I love you, Andy Renko.

And I love you, future Mrs. Andy Renko.

-Are you as scared as I am? -(Daryl Ann sniffles)

(whispers) Yeah.

-You sure you want it back? -I was surprised how much.

I stood in that station house today...

and I looked at that decent, kind man, knowing what he'd done for me.

Everything I hear says that went by the book.

I looked at Washington, and I felt... (sighs)

I thought of all the decent people working in that precinct

doing terrible things because their jobs made them.

I hated where I was standing. I hated that station house.

Oh, Frank.

(sniffles) I need you.

I need us back together so much.

-We have been separate. -(chuckles)

Ever think it might not be our fault?

It's the damn work.

(sighs) The damn world we work in.

(sniffles)

I nearly took a drink today.

You know anyone who wants a fifth of hooch?

(laughs)

Trade? (sniffles)

You could always use another gun, and I could sure use a belt. (chuckles)

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