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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Man came out with a piece, Harry.

We hunted the guy.

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

directly in front of them?

Do you think that you, um, would marry me?

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

Do you, Jesus Emilio Martinez,

take this woman to be
your lawful-wedded wife?

Yeah, I do.

I need us back together so much.

We have been separate.

LUCY: Okay, let me get through
the rest of this.

So, please, what do you say, huh?
Item 11.

More gang violence.

Night shift reports
another drive-by shooting, 3:00 a.m.

This time on Gypsy Boy turf.

No casualties.

But the captain says
that you can expect reprisals.

It's gonna be this bad and worse
until they sign some of those treaties.

Also, same item.
We got a gang summit right here,

roll call, 0900 hours this morning.

The purpose is to lower temperatures,
and I guess to let them air their gripes.

Some of those gripes are gonna be aimed
right at this Marcus Peabody.

That's the guy that
Mayor Cleveland appointed

the head of the Youth Corps
summer jobs program.

Most of us can remember the honorable
Mr. Peabody as a member of the Blood.

The guy puts on a suit,
all of a sudden he's a citizen, right?

Coffey, why don't you say that
right to his face?

He's gonna be at the gang summit.

You and Rudy will be babysitting.

Also, give me Mack, Lane,
and Kaysack on that one.

Moving right along, item 12.

Code name's "Straight Flush."

Once again, we got your unsavory
criminal elements

strong-arming your local bar owners,

this time into getting them
to install some of the latest

in the state-of-the-art
electronic gambling devices.

Now, what we're talking about here

is your basic computerized
video-poker games.

We got Detective Belker on this one,

and we got Officers Hill
and Renko assigned undercover.

We're hoping, in fact, that Belker
can infiltrate the whole organization.

Guys, word of caution.
Don't draw to an inside straight.

-(laughter)
-LUCY: All right...

Item 13. Budget cuts.

City Council just published a list
of proposed deletions to the new budget.

And I am real sorry to say
that it looks like

the Equine Unit is in big trouble.

(crowd murmuring)

However, Lieutenant Hunter
is gonna be addressing

that very subcommittee this morning.

And he feels, or he's pretty sure anyway,

that, as he said, he can talk
some horse sense into the naysayers.

(laughter)

LUCY: Almost done, guys.

Got a couple more items
of a personal nature.

Mick Belker reminds me to remind you
that the chessboard on his desk

is the focus of an ongoing serious contest
between he and Lieutenant Hunter,

so don't touch the pieces.

Chess? He can't even play tick-tack-toe.

(laughing)

Okay, also, Andy Renko
wanted me to announce

that he knows that some of his groomsmen
have not yet had their tuxedo fitting.

Now, now, now.
The groom don't want to lead anybody

down the aisle like schoolboys
or nothing, but...

Joe Coffey and my best man--

Come on. All right, all right.

-All right, you know who you are.
-ANDY: Uh...

LUCY AND ANDY:
It's at Sam Waterloo's Acre of Tuxedos.

-1797 West Polk.
-1797 West Polk, y'all.

-LUCY: Last item is weather.
-All right, all right.

It's been pretty good, this warm streak
looks like it's gonna last

for at least another week.

Now, it's come to my attention
that some of you fun-lovers

have been using the roof
of this very building

as a kind of personal solarium.

What you do with your lunch
is what you do.

But I have here your
basic memo from Division,

which says that one of their copters
went over our roof yesterday

and saw two officers,
one male and one female,

sunbathing in their underwear.

(cheers and applause)

LUCY:
Guys! Give me a break, will you please?

You want me to go up there
and padlock that door?

Got it? That's it.

Let's roll, and let's be careful
out there, huh?

(indistinct conversations)

-Where was your partner?
-Late. Third time in a week, man.

-White guys...
-Mm-hm.

-How's J.D. looking?
-He peaked.

Doc said maybe a couple more weeks.

Yo, Harry, what's the matter?

The worst, man, the worst start on a day.

-Meet a chick who don't like alarm clocks?
-No, I rear-ended a guy.

-And guess what?
-He died.

No insurance. My insurance is up.

Uh-oh. We talking whiplash?

We're talking whiplash, tonsils,
appendicitis, shooting pains.

I want to kill him.

You mean the guy you're gonna be
working for the rest of your life?

If Floyd Joyner's looking for me,
I told him to come up here.

Hey, hey, look, sport, anytime you feel
like doing some police work,

we got three shelves of Mendoza files
to go through, okay?

-Mendoza...
-It was a police case, Harry.

My goodness, Mick, you amaze me.

You bring to the board predatory instincts
and a kind of naive gusto

that is marvelous to behold,

occasionally reminiscent
of the raw, native energy

of a young Capablanca.

The Sicilian defense,
opening these broad corridors

to your bishops,
the bold thrust of your queen-side pawns.

But unfortunately, Mick, as you have here,

the young Capablanca often fell victim
to his own excesses.

Speed at the expense of strategy,

brute show of power
at the expense of finesse.

In spite of which,
I maintain that if you would take the time

to refine your gifts, Mick,

you have all the makings
of a first-rate player.

Checkmate.

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)

Hi. Todd Courtney with the PD'S office.

I'll be handling
Ms. Davenport's caseload.

Excuse me?
Is Davenport being called to trial?

Uh, yeah, must have.

She phoned the office
to have somebody take her case interviews.

JESUS: I don't want to hear no baby talk.

(speaking Spanish)

Martinez, table of four.

I think I can relish it.

Relish what?

The look on that geek's face

when I ride down on him from the saddle
of an Arabian stallion.

The horse, Ray,
strikes an almost superstitious fear

into your uneducated,
city-dwelling brown types.

Look at Cortés
and the subjugation of the Aztecs.

Detective H. Garibaldi, please.

Mr. Joyner, you want to come talk?

We'll go right over here, please.

It's a crime, you know? What you did.

Operating without no insurance.

It's also a crime, Mr. Joyner,

if you exaggerate and you perjure yourself
about your injuries.

Now, I hit you going about
ten miles per hour.

I'm unemployed, got three kids to feed,

and some cop with a job goes around
having accidents with no insurance.

Look, if you get me an estimate for your
car and you send me the doctor bills,

I'm gonna make sure you get paid.

Hey, I don't want you to sweat blood.

I don't want to sue nobody neither, but...

I'm-I'm in trouble,
and you cops are responsible.

How's that, Mr. Joyner?

I got busted a couple of nights ago
on my way home from a game.

The cop said something about a robbery.

Took me back to a liquor store,

white kid worked behind there,
saying I'm the one.

And you had dough on you?

From shooting the craps.

And I had a gun,
which I have a permit for!

Last gig was security guard, you know?

Yeah, well, the cops, your PD,
they check out the craps game?

They find any witnesses?

Floating game like that,
you never see them dudes again.

Mr. Joyner, do you have a criminal record?

One conviction 12 years ago
for fighting, but that's-that's it.

Detective, I am innocent.

I mean, the guy said
he was robbed for $200.

I had $400 on me.

What am I doing robbing him
if I'm holding $200?

You could have robbed
someplace else before.

Oh, come on! Give me a break!
I got a wife and three kids to feed.

All I'm asking is you help me with this,
and I'll drop my whole injury case.

You forget you ever said that, okay?

No, no, no, I will not forget I said that.

Please, I cannot go to prison
for something I did not do.

All right, look, I'll tell you what,

if the arrest report backs up
what you say, then I'll investigate.

Now, I'm not gonna get you off.
I'm not gonna change anything.

Investigate.

You investigate, and you get
no lawsuit from me, brother.

Simple logic of war, Captain.

Treaties expire,
and people trying to jockey for position

to be in power on the new treaties.

I am fully aware of the reasons
for these incidents.

I'm here to tell you all
they're not gonna be tolerated.

What you want the dudes to understand is
jockeying ain't gonna pay.

It's like in my job program.

Ain't no way anybody does trouble
they gonna get a job.

Man lies like a Blood.

Excuse me?

Everybody knows where
the problem's at, Peabody,

with a capital "P."

You're giving the jobs to the Blood,
you're selling the jobs out.

Jobs go to who's qualified, man.

Lies.

You're lying... maricón.

A previous week,
this individual and I had a situation.

(people grumbling)

Dude got noisy, I had to administer
an amount of discipline.

Ain't that right, Ernesto?

Had to put you in line, didn't I?

You lose your colors, punk?

What's dumber than a Diablo
is a Diablo without his jacket, man.

(speaking in Spanish)

A lot of jackets,
a lot of time's gonna bring you down.

Do you understand? Do you--

Stay! Stay right there!

(all shouting)

Natalie?

See how you think this reads.

"To misplaced love,
although the miles may squash the smiles

we shared so long ago,
and you're in Vegas and I'm not,

my heart still aches for you so.

So, roll the dice, I'll take that chance
and tend the window's light,

but if you crap out, just remember,
I'll always be here, Myrna."

What do you think?
I want to work on the end a little.

-It's cute, Leo.
-Cute?

-I mean, it's nice.
-So you like it?

Yeah. Are you gonna send it then?

-Maybe I should work on it some more.
-It could only get better.

You're right, the ending definitely needs
a little more oomph.

I don't know. Have we made any progress?

It's a powder keg.

Get me a breakdown
of Youth Corps job offers

by gang, and if possible, racial.

Lucky they stopped you, chump.

You come around looking for a job
the right way, maybe you get it.

What's up, man? Have to pay you off?

Go ahead. Be the fool, man.

Maybe you're the fool, Peabody.

(shouting)

Stop! Stop it!

All right, that's it. You're busted, man.

Let him go, man. Hey, let him go!
I'll take care of him!

-I can take care of him!
-JESUS: Hey, Nesto!

Stop acting like a kid.

Got something to say to me, man?

I'm wearing the colors. I'm a member here.

And I'm getting nothing from you.
You ain't doing nothing.

What do you mean?

I need the Diablo leader to be a man.

Big talk for a kid, Nesto.

NESTO: Aw, the hell with you, man.
You ain't gonna do nothing.

I heard Marcus.
He said he'd give you the job.

Now you want me to go to him and say,
"Don't give him the job"?

(speaking in Spanish)

What kind of satisfaction do you want?

NESTO: Not the job, man!

Let's go home.

No!

-(speaking Spanish)
-I say the hell with you!

(music playing)

-Mr. Brandon.
-Yeah?

Oh, Jimmy Lastarza.
We talked on the telephone.

Right.

So what's the matter? Why the long face?

Well, uh, I'm not sure
I want those poker machines.

You're not sure?
Well, that's why I'm here.

I thought I might be able to persuade you,
so I brought along these, uh, statistics.

Your guy already showed me
the brochure, Mr. Lastarza.

That's, uh, not the problem.

That's why I got mad at him.
He don't know how to close.

Well, it, uh, it wasn't exactly
his fault, Mr. Lastarza.

-I mean..
-Hey, Mr. Brandon, Mr. Brandon,

you're looking at another
source of revenue.

I mean, a 37 percent increase
in reported profitability,

which between me, you, and the lamp post,
a cash business like these machines...

I mean, when was the last time you heard
a guy report his last dime of profit?

I'd love to make the dough.

It's frankly...
I'm afraid to get involved.

With what, Wally?

With you fellows.

-Wally!
-Look.

I had trouble getting this license.
I did a two-year bit when I was a kid.

There's all kinds of trouble, Wally.

Statistics show
that various things can happen

if you don't make the installations.

Don't start with the threats.

Statistics, they don't lie.

Suddenly, I mean,
there's a drop-off of sales,

clientele are going elsewhere
which has the poker machines

to incidents of the smallest
wear and tear,

to incidents of your physical layout...

Hey-- Hey, come on!

All the way to flame.

That's enough.

Look at this.

A buttinsky.

You know something?
Anybody can have an incident.

Joey! Joey!

-I'll cut his nose off!
-Joey, Joey.

It's my face, Joey. Joey.
Joey, my face.

Lay back.

Now, Mr. Brandon had specific reservations
which you are not helping.

How do you want me to help?

-Wally?
-I'm afraid of losing control of my joint.

Well, we'll put it on a trial basis.

He puts them in for a month.

After that, he can have them removed,
no questions asked.

Great, great. Fifty percent apiece.

-Wally?
-Enough is enough!

-Wally!
-Okay!

All right, you got a deal.

-What's your name?
-Mike.

Mike what?

-Fleischer.
-You his partner?

He's got a note with me.
I'm just supervising my interests.

You want I should call for the machines?

Yeah, go get the machines, Joey.

You're an excitable guy, Mike.

Well, I don't wish to sound prejudiced,
sir, but take a look at that.

I call that one of the most stately steeds
that ever took bit between teeth.

I'm to understand you purchased the horse?

Yes, and I wish to donate
his services to the city

along with five dollars per diem
towards his stable costs.

May I ask why you are making this offer?

Budgetary effectiveness
is my language, too, gentlemen.

Compare the benefits to the commonweal

of this partially subsidized
equine strike force

versus the numerous budget items
contained in here,

which constitute little more

than pitching tax dollars
into a blast furnace.

Budgetary adipose, gentlemen,
most evident in line 39B,

funding bilingual education for people

whose first and last language
will always be preverbal.

Or, uh, 57J, counseling services
for unwed mothers?

Gentlemen, please.

Provide them with scarlet letters,
if you wish--

Hey, just wait one minute, buster!

Excuse me, Fay?

You've already spoken, ma'am.

Yes, I know, but, you know,
you never let me finish.

And besides, what I want to say
is that it's really unfair

to push one program
by belittling the unwed mothers program.

It's our job to decide
what's fair here, ma'am,

and you may have noticed
that Lieutenant Hunter has the floor now.

-Thank you, and now--
-Uh, excuse me one minute, Howard.

But I wonder if these gentlemen would be
prepared to give up some of their goodies,

you know, like their raises,
their junkets to Tokyo.

Which happens to be our
sister city of the Orient

and has much to offer in the way

of rapid transit
and manufacturing expertise.

Right, not to mention cheap pearls
and free vacations for the wives.

You know, unwed mothers
get no goodies, gentlemen.

The horse has a long
and noble history of conflict resolution.

If you are so eager to see
how other people live,

I suggest you take a junket
up to South Dekker,

visit an unwed mother
living in that squalor

with no heat, no food, no money,

and most important,
no hope for her child's future.

You know that the tax money
spent on one of your wives' plane tickets

could feed them both for months.

Ma'am, you're entirely out of order.
You have used up your allotment of time.

I don't care!

I refuse to sit in silence
while you let General Custer here

convince you to do for horses
what you won't do for human beings!

For the final time,
neither of those issues has been decided.

However, despite what you
may think of this council,

common sense should tell you

that we're not going to rob
underprivileged citizens

so that a handful of policemen
can play "Ride 'em, cowboy."

That's very reassuring.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Hunter,
I believe you have one minute left.

Uh, journey with me now,
back to the streets of Ancient Rome.

Off to a wine tasting, huh?

So, yeah, I've been held up
about six, eight times in two years.

Look, excuse me if I lost count.
Why don't you tell me?

Four times in the last four months.

Look, I'm a liquor store.
I'm the only cash machine in town.

-So what's new?
-Maybe you need a new set of gates.

A new nephew, then gates.

That'd be Sammy Morse, am I right?
Is he working today?

Now, that's the $64,000 question.

You want to make yourself useful?

Why don't you find Sammy,
and I can go to lunch?

My paperwork indicates that Mr. Morse
phoned in the last four robberies.

Oh, he's good at that,
handing over my till.

But ask him to put three cases
of Stoli in the back,

and he comes out with the coughs,
he's got the drips,

plus, he's got to go out for fresh air,

and plus, if you go count the stock
the next day, there's only two cases.

Lookit, don't get me started here.

Okay, so why don't you get rid of the guy?

I'm gonna go to my sister's house
for Thanksgiving dinner

after I fire her little Sammy?

Okay, look, would you do me a favor?

If Mr. Morse comes in today,

would you have him call
Detective Garibaldi at this number?

Sure. If he comes in sometime this year.

Mr. Brandon, Mr. Franco.

-Wally Brandon.
-Where's this Mike?

-That's the guy I want to meet.
-I'm right here.

-You're Mike?
-Yeah. What's your name?

Nice to meet you. Lester Franco.

Nice to meet you, Lester.

So, Mr. Brandon,
I understand we got a trial marriage.

-A 30-day, no-fault arrangement.
-BRANDON: Right.

Run it down for him, Jimmy.

Well, the machines don't pay off
when somebody wins.

You got to pay them from your register.

Which the machines track the payoffs.

Don't cheat your partners.
You partners with this fellow, Mike?

No, I just made him a loan to get started.

Yeah, Jimmy tells me you might have
an interest in making some other loans.

You might want to put
some dough on the street.

That's a definite possibility.

Because we have ways to make that happen.

We have a steady stream
of loan applicants which we get from--

Help us out on that machine
over there, please?

-MAN: Right now.
-Y'all open for business?

MAN 2: Yeah. Go ahead, break it in.

-Bobby!
-Cowboy, you get 'em!

-Two sodas.
-What do I do now?

-A buck and a half.
-What's the problem?

Well, I got two kings, an ace,
and two little ones.

LASTARZA: Well, push the buttons
under what you want to keep,

punch "draw",
and you'll get a couple more cards.

-Okay.
-BARTENDER: You play those?

Ah, it's too hard for me to stop.

I'm that way with cookies.

Hot dog, look at this.

-What happened?
-Full house.

You see that? Those machines are loose.

-I won.
-It pays 30 to one.

Pay the man off, Wally.

Hey, pay the man, Wally!

All right, that's it!
This establishment is closed.

Oh, man!

Lady, lady, what is the deal here?

This bar is being padlocked
for violation of the state liquor law,

gambling on the premises.
Patrons are asked to leave--

-Ma'am, you don't--
-Now don't give me a hard time, sir.

Lady, what about my 30 to one?

You can turn it into 30 days
if you like, pal.

Oh, I can, can I?

WOMAN:
Interfering with a state liquor authority.

This is a travesty!
This is a miscarriage of justice.

-Take your buddy outside, sir.
-You hear me, lady? I said a miscarriage!

-Are you the owners here?
-No.

-No, ma'am.
-I'd suggest you leave.

You see this, Mike?

This here's a great argument
for diversification.

Let's you and I talk.

There was an ensuing scuffle,
during which Marcus backed Officer Davis

into a shard of glass.

Inadvertently?

It appeared so.

Are you all right?

Yeah. It's, uh, just a Band-Aid cut.

Rudy, any objections
if we don't bring charges?

No, none here.

I grabbed the guy, he got a little hot.
It happens.

Okay, thanks. That's all.

Thank you.

I appreciate that, Frank.

Mr. Mayor, I have to be honest with you.
I think you have a problem with Peabody.

Frank, we both know this kid's background.
He's come a long way.

I want to give him a shot.

-I'd like to see him work out.
-So would I.

But in the meantime, his temper aside,
I keep hearing allegations of corruption.

That he's hiring only
members of his own gang.

Will you check that out for me?

We're doing that.

-How are you doing on treaty renewal?
-We're trying.

I noticed a bump in incidents.

It always happens
when they're about to expire.

Can I take Peabody with me?

Yeah. They should be releasing him soon.

Thanks, Frank.

Since when do you people
move on a place without notifying us?

I could ask you the same question.

There's a slight difference.

Not only did you compromise an operation,
you put officers at risk.

Which wouldn't have happened
if I'd known the guys were in there.

Which you would've known,
had you bothered to check.

Okay, so the left hand ought to know
what the right hand is doing.

And maybe that would be the case,
if it wasn't for the fact

that the left hand has been known
to dip into the wrong pocket.

As opposed to the spotless record
of your department?

Okay.

So, now we both see
how this situation could happen.

Let's get one thing straight.

This isn't Jerry Fuchs
you're dealing with now.

Whatever happened before is history.

I don't want to have our people
jeopardized because of it.

Okay, I hear you.

I still have people out there,
and I don't want you anywhere near them.

In fact, I want to know every move
you make from here on out.

Okay, all right. Sorry about the mix-up.

Friendly crowd up here.

See you later.

Mr. Brandon,
I'm trying to get up to speed on--

You're trying to get up to speed?

I get approached by some muscle guys,
I come to you people,

and I wind up closed
and my license is gone!

My best understanding
is that the state liquor authority

was unaware that we had an undercover--

Why? Don't all you people
speak the same language?

Don't you all talk bribe?

Now, look, we're gonna do the best we can
to get you open as fast as we can.

Great, and who's gonna put food
on my table, meantime, and pay my bills?

I'm really very sorry about that,

but I can promise you
we're gonna try to straighten it out.

That's it? You're gonna try?

That's it! I'll keep you posted.

Go be a citizen.

-(door slams)
-Guy's really getting a bum shake.

No argument, Mick.

Did your cover hold?

Yeah, I think so.

How did you leave it with them?

I'm supposed to go
to this other joint this afternoon.

Excuse me, Neal?
Neal, can I talk to you for a sec?

Yeah, sure.
Talk with you later, Terri, okay?

All right, I pulled all the papers.

Now, this Floyd's a clean family guy,
and the liquor store clerk is a bum.

Hey, look, you haven't even
talked to the guy, Harry.

Right. He didn't call.

Now, I'm telling you,
his own uncle thinks he's a total bum.

From the description,
he sounds like a druggie.

I'm gonna run his BCI--

Harry, Captain wants to
see you right away.

Natalie? I've been working on the poem.
Do you want to hear the new version?

-Do I have to?
-I really punched it up.

Leo, look,
I really hate saying this, you know.

But I think you're kidding yourself.

Your wife bought a ticket to Vegas,
and it was one-way.

Yeah.

I mean, you ought to get on
with your own life.

-You're right.
-What do you do at night?

I don't know. I got my Dice Baseball set.

Yeah?

Yeah, there's a hot pennant race on,
so that's a plus.

You ever play an away game?

What?

Why don't you play at my ballpark tonight?

Do you like chicken in a pot?
It's only leftovers, but...

It's better the second time.

Leo! Mind pulling the duty lists?

We got shots fired down at that

-job corps storefront.
-Yeah, sure.

Yes, the clerk called. Yes, he's angry.

Claims you're trying to get him fired.

-Not true, Captain.
-What were you doing there?

An ongoing investigation.

Your ongoing investigation?

I also received a call
from O'Malley on the night shift.

He claims you're trying
to mix in on his case.

Yeah, well, if he'd done some police work
on it, then I wouldn't have to.

Hey, I spoke to O'Malley.
I didn't go behind his back.

And he told you politely to back off.

Well, I'm telling you
a little less politely.

What happened this morning between you
and the defendant, Floyd Joyner?

Had a little fender bender.

(laughing) My insurance was expired.

Putting aside that
that's a VTL misdemeanor,

how in the hell do you think it looks
with you out there

trying to clear the guy of a rap?

What's next, plea-bargaining
hookers in the backseat?

Wait, there's no deal between me
and Mr. Joyner, Captain.

I think that the man is innocent.

I say there is a deal whether you agreed
to it in words or not.

Stay away from it.

-The man is innocent.
-Stay away.

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

Hey! He's got a gun! He's crazy!

What's going on? What happened?

This punk kid comes in and said
he had an appointment to see Marcus.

-Marcus Peabody?
-Right.

-Who's the kid?
-Diablo.

That crazy freak
that jumped him this morning.

I knew something was wrong with the dude.
I knew something was wrong.

Marcus didn't let him in,
though, you know?

-So he goes in. Starts to shout.
-Yeah, Unit 2203.

We have a hostage situation
at the Youth Corps job center.

A Diablo kid has Marcus Peabody.

NESTO: Hey! You tell Jesus Martinez

he don't want to take care
of business, I'm gonna do it!

You hear me? I'll kill him!

Somebody better get Martinez in here.

NESTO: I'm taking care of business!

Is it manageable in terms
of backups, Henry?

Seems to be, for now.

All right, then Howard
should be there in 20 minutes.

Any kind of break, Frank.
I think we're gonna get the kid out.

-Sergeant.
-Sergeant.

Irwin. Judge Wachtel.

Cut the ceremony, Frank. You call me Alan.

This is gonna shock you, Frank.

We have been having
communications problems

-among the enforcement arms.
-More?

I.E. more than the SLA foul-up
at your undercover bar?

No, I guess you could say
this is all part of the same foul-up.

We have been moving on Lester Franco.

The one productive thing
that came out of a shouting session

I had with those SLA people
this afternoon,

was that you also have been
moving on Lester Franco.

Damn it, Irwin!
This kind of crap is not funny.

I have men out there at risk.

Franco approached Wachtel
to toss a South Ferry bust

on these video-poker games.

Whatever they expected, Frank,
based on heaven knows what past history,

Dorothy Wachtel
did not raise a corrupt jurist.

Alan had agreed
to wear a wire on these guys.

We had arranged a meeting for tonight
at the Lucky Duce.

God help me.
I think I'm becoming an excitement junkie.

This should have been
coordinated earlier, Frank.

We are trying to coordinate it now.

We have moved the liquor authority
proceeding onto Alan's docket.

We want to make sure we're not gonna bump
into anything of yours.

I'll call you at the end of business.

Hey, let's not cop an attitude, Frank!

I'm the one that's
going onto the front line!

I'm having Belker inventory his cover.
I'll call you when I know.

Fine. Good.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Frank. I-- I really am.

-I'm sure Belker's playing hardball, too.
-IRWIN: Alan.

-Hey, we're all on the front lines.
-Judge!

Neal.

Neal, look at the BCI
on the liquor-store clerk.

We got New Haven, Connecticut,
larceny one.

He copped to the mis.

Dope, heroin,
another larceny one, all dismissed.

-Call New Haven and see what it was?
-Not yet.

Aw, Harry! Sit down, man.

Now, you do Mendoza, okay?

BELKER: It's a nice place.

How come it's not open?

We don't like to stay open too long, Mike.
Four hours a night.

I use it more like an office, Mike.

We've been here now more than 16 years.

Give me a 7 and 7, would ya?

This one the liquor authority don't close.

(chuckles)

You had no inkling they were after you?

None whatsoever.

Because usually you can smell
something like that in the wind.

No.

Whatever.

Step into my office.

You know, we think we can
open you up again pretty quick.

(chuckles) How you gonna do that?

Something with the judiciary.

In the meantime,
we want you to get well again.

We want to put your money to work.

Good, good, uh--

Because I thought maybe
you would figure I was bad luck.

There's no such thing as that, Michael.

I don't believe in it.

We'd provide you with applicants
and collection assistance.

You make loans up to ten G's,
you give us three points a month.

Anything over that,
you pay us two and a half.

I don't need any help with collections.

Tough guy.

Suppose you get a postcard from Florida.

(sighs) Yeah, you're right. You're right.

You can never have too much help, Michael.

You can never be too well-connected.

I'm in.

Thataboy.

Hey, hey, hey, sorry.
Just about to close for a few minutes.

-Let's close then.
-Hey, no, seriously.

Sammy Morse, right?

Who, uh... (sniffs) wants to know?

Got a few questions.

What's the matter? You got a cold, Sammy?

Oh, man, I talked to you guys
a hundred times already.

Ever been to New Haven, Sammy?

See, we made a few calls
to the New Haven cops.

Found out you worked
in a liquor store, right?

-Wait a minute.
-About this larceny bit.

Is that right what they say
you were doing, Sammy?

-Skimming the till like that?
-Hey, I wasn't--

You claimed that somebody
kept holding you up.

-No, I--
-The fourth time,

they found the cash in your car.

Six months later,
you get busted on the same shot in Albany.

-I got my rights.
-Only cost you three months, Sam.

But now you're doing it here, Sam.

And it's your third time around, too.

You know you could go away
for a pretty good stretch, my man?

-Hey, Sammy.
-Hey, Teddy.

What's happening, man?

Hey, hey. I was just looking to get some--

Uh, no good, bro. Hey, what's the matter?

You dealing to Sammy?

Don't get nervous, Sammy,

just put your hands on the counter.
You, too, man.

Oh, man, this is lame. Booze is legal!

Whoo! Lookie here.

-Lookie here, my man.
-Oh, man...

Uh-huh, pretty expensive habit
you got here, Sammy.

You have to dig pretty deep
in your pocket, don't you?

You have to dip into your uncle's pocket,
too, ain't that right?

-Yeah.
-What's that?

-Can't hear you, Sammy.
-Yeah, yeah! I said yeah!

Uh-uh, no stickup, right?

Just Sammy picking up
the tab for his jones.

Put your head back down on the counter.
You, too, chump.

You look pretty tired to me.

Listen, Nesto,
you do the right thing, bro.

That's right.
They'll be other days better than this.

Your grievances have been heard, Ernesto.

I promise you something's gonna be done
about your situation.

Nobody has to get hurt.

No! No more damage.

(chattering)

-Status?
-Henry's got the kid positioned,

but his adrenaline is running dry.

-We can get him out, Frank.
-How's Peabody?

He's all right. We can hear him.

Who's the punk?

Uh, Ernesto Monteblanco. He's a Diablo.

Incident this morning.
The kid took a swing at him.

You walk out of here tall, now.

-Henry?
-Listen, Nesto.

You got friends out here.

-He want anything specific?
-A safe place.

His dignity back.

That's right.

Ernesto, you ready to do
what we talked about now?

CLEVELAND:
Did Marcus provoke this in any way?

HOWARD: Not that we know of.

The impression is Peabody's
standing him down.

Okay?

He's putting it down, and he's coming out.

OFFICER (over radio):
Okay, don't play games.

-(gunshots)
-(screaming)

It's all right. Don't shoot.

All right, it's cool. It's cool.

Chump made a mistake.

Howard.

Ballantine! Coffey, Davis!

It's all right.

Hand down. Hand down.

MAN: We found the suspect. He's down.

Get him the hell out of here.

Dammit!

He's finished.

Get me the hell out of here, too.

You're damn right I took the chance, man.
He already fired on me twice.

Wait a second. Wait a second.

Hadn't he indicated he was
about to surrender?

Hey, man, look, I'm no mind-reader.
The kid had a piece on me.

My understanding was he'd lowered the gun.

Hey, look, I self-defended myself.
All right? Anything wrong with that?

Now, I wait for you, maybe you talk him
into this or that, or maybe I'm dead.

There was a struggle,
and the gun went off.

Perjury, filing a false police report,
possession with intent to sell.

-Uh-uh, this way, gentlemen.
-Neal, the captain wants to see you.

-Okay, Lieutenant.
-HOWARD: Judas Priest!

Howard?

What's wrong, Howard?

I have just heard that
the Equine Rapid-Development Force

has been felled by the budget acts.

I'm sorry.

My heavens, Raymondo, am I to be mastered
by these blue-pencil-wielding mealy minds?

Must my joy have occupational sanction?

Judas, life is too short,
joy too seldom to come by.

-Apollo stays.
-I don't understand, Howard.

-(sighs) Apollo.
-What is Apollo?

Apollo! Apollo, my horse.

If the city council doesn't want him,
I do, and I'm gonna keep him.

Well, the hell with you, Your Honor.

Where's Furillo?

-Hey, forget it, Marcus.
-I want Furillo.

You're not getting him,
so just lighten up.

He took my job, man. He shuffled me out.

Maybe because you killed that kid. Hey!

-Keep your hands off me!
-No, Marcus! No more temper!

-(grunting)
-Get off of me!

I got him, I got him.

-MARCUS: Get off me, man!
-DAVIS: I got him! I'll take care of him!

You lighten up, Marcus.

You lighten up or your head is busted
and you're gone!

Tom.

Whatever you say, whatever you want.

You just don't get yourself
jammed, understand?

I mean, you know the man took my job?

I just talked to that tom mayor
on the phone, man.

He already took my job.

And you talk about jamming me up.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry about that.

Now, you relax.

-Take it easy.
-I was-- I was defending myself.

Take it easy, all right?

Hey, Furillo!

You satisfied, man, huh?

Is that what you wanted?
What did you tell him, huh?

Did you tell him Peabody's too street?

Hey, Marcus.

-Peabody can't keep control, huh?
-Marcus!

Marcus, listen to me.

You already made two mistakes today.
Now, you can't win this one!

You can't win, man. Not now!

You just move on. You understand that?

Move on!

It's you who don't understand, man.

I was trying to help.

(door slams open)

I understand you made a smart bust.

Yeah, thank you, sir.

Now give me 30 seconds on why
I shouldn't transfer Garibaldi.

I don't know, Captain.

Maybe you should. What's the grounds?

Because he doesn't listen,
because he handles himself like a kid,

and because maybe he gets his partner
caught in the switches.

About that liquor store thing, Captain.
I went back there on my own hook.

Did some calling,
decided the complainant was bad.

By the way, I checked with O'Malley.
And that guy?

He was cool once I laid it out for him.

-Okay, I'll keep him.
-Harry's okay, Captain.

Maybe he gets a little cute sometimes,
you know, but he's got to get taught.

That'll be your job till J.D. gets back.

-I'll try, Captain, you know?
-Good.

Because I like Harry, Neal.
I think he's a bright, concerned guy.

But he rear-ended a citizen,
his insurance is expired,

a whole day's gone by,
and it's probably still expired.

I hear you, Captain.

Ms. Davenport. Looking good.

Here. Put this on.

-What is it?
-Tuxedo.

-Where have you been all day?
-Never mind where I've been.

This is for the Summer Love benefit.

Remember? The needy children
who have to go to summer camp?

I thought the deal was
I'd buy the tickets if we didn't go.

W-well, we decided to go.

We did?

(chuckles) I'm sorry, Frank.

I mean, I know I took the liberty,
but I just felt like dancing.

Do you really mind?

No. It's okay.

Seriously?

No, it's all right,

if we can stop at Murphy's
on the way back and get a burger?

(laughing) You got it.

We can stop at Murphy's
on the way over and get a burger?

-You got that.
-We can stop at Murphy's--

Go on. Go change.

Okay.

Now you look here, sucker!
I've done too much covering in my time.

So if you're gonna make it up here,
you're gonna make it fast.

Harry. Neal.

-Captain.
-Captain.

Ken and Barbie. (chuckles)

You're a funny, dude. You know that?

People like you. I like you.

But you could go either way, Harry,
and everybody up here knows it, man.

(classical music plays)

I've never done anything like that before.

I just took a hike.

I drove to the shore,
and I rented a rowboat.

And I had lunch in this--
In this little outdoor cafe.

It was wonderful, Frank.

I didn't think about courtrooms
or squad rooms all day.

Good for you, Joyce.

(laughing) Thank you, Irwin.

Irwin.

(sighs) We could all take a lesson, Frank.

Or we could all take a drink. (chuckles)

Or we could all take a flying--

(beeping)

FRANK: No. It's mine.

-Oh.
-Back in a minute.

-ALAN: Frank.
-Hello.

Irwin.

Joycie.

One hour, 46 minutes to D-day.

We're working what I'm tentatively
calling, "operation vid scam."

A little discretion, Alan.

We're all officers
of the court here, Irwin.

Lighten up.

I'm wearing a wire.

-IRWIN: You're also wearing a wig.
-ALAN: Oh, they'll be expecting this.

They'll think I'm a judge taking a bribe.
They'll think I'm scared.

They'll think I think
I better be incognito.

Ergo...

rug-o.

Good thinking, Alan.

ALAN: You ought to try it, Bernstein.

It gives us baldies a whole other
dimension of sexuality.

It's also warm.

-I have to go.
-Why?

I have a massacre on my hands.
I'm really sorry. Do you want to stay?

Yes.

I'll see her to a cab, Frank.

Go get 'em, Frank.

It's me.

"Give 'em hell" Wachtel.

Irwin. Judge Wachtel.

Don't wait up for me. I'm gonna be late.

(Alan sighs)

Shootouts, gang wars,

covert operations...

Oh, God, I love it.

Frank ever tell you about the time
I wore a mic in my brassiere?

Do you know what a steamer is?

No.

I get carried away when I bet.

If I start to lose, I get steamed.
I start to build my bets up.

Mr. Franklin, does this man
look like a head doctor?

I'm just saying, okay?

So the book, he lets me play, man.
He lets me go to $1,000 a game.

Does this man look like
your bookmaker, Mr. Franklin?

I need 3,000, and I can pay it back,

I can pay it back to you
in about six weeks.

That'll happen when it happens.

The only thing this man has got to know
that every Monday until it's paid up,

you're here with an envelope
for either myself or Joey Desoto.

Hey, hey.
What time you want me here Monday?

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Nature calls.

Has it occurred to you
you're frisking a judge?

I got my instructions, Your Honor.

-Hey.
-Hey, Mike.

What kind of Mickey Mouse is this, huh?
Anybody could walk in here.

Mr. Franco says search him.

What are you gonna do,
search him or kiss him?

Keep the doorjamb. Go on. Go on!

I'm warning you. I'm ticklish.

(grumbles)

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct conversations)

Two dead, five wounded.
One critically, a bystander.

Who started it?

They came in to pay back the Blood,
about 20 Diablos in four cars.

The Blood were expecting it
and ambushed them here.

First gunfire,
then hand-to-hand in the street.

Diablos got messed up pretty badly.

Hey, we got him, man!
We killed him! They dragged him away!

Heard sirens, Blood took off.

-Where's Jesus?
-Nobody knows.

They say he wasn't any part of it.

Here's a piece of news.
Marcus Peabody was with the Blood.

Three witnesses saw him.

All right, APB on Peabody.

Everybody on the night shift
out on the street.

I'm gonna kill him, man.
The man's dead meat!

Get him out of here!

Hi.

Hi.

It's quarter to 2:00.

No one in the place. Just me and you.

Joyce.

Don't "Joyce" me.

You left.

After you left, I had a wonderful time.

Great. Rub my nose in it.

I'm not rubbing your nose in anything.

But after you left,

I had a wonderful time.

I laughed, I danced,

I felt good.

You couldn't do that before I left?

All I know is...

from the moment I walked away
from work this morning...

to right now...

every moment I've had alone,
I've been happy.

Sounds as if you don't mean alone.
You mean without me.

Please, don't make me the heavy, Frank.

I'm not the heavy.

But, yes...

I love you, Pizza Man.

I just need some time by myself.

What exactly are you talking about?

JOYCE: I'm talking about our lives.

I'm talking about this...

day-in and day-out mayhem.

This world that's got no upside...

as far as I can see anyway, and...

that we work in, we bring home.

You mean our jobs or our life together?

Don't you see how
intertwined they've gotten?

I've known you five years, Frank.

We haven't taken more than
a long weekend's vacation.

Look at tonight.

Joyce, they're running wild.
They're killing each other.

What am I supposed to do, say,
"Excuse me, I have a dress ball to go to?"

I'm not saying that you
shouldn't have gone.

I understand your priorities.

It's just that
I-I can't take it right now.

I need a break.

If we took a vacation?

(chuckles)

You know h-- (sniffles)

You know how many times
we've talked about it and never taken it?

What do you really want?

(sniffles)
(sighs)

I want you not to hate me for saying this.

I need a couple of weeks off.

Minimum.

I need to be able to come home to me.

And only me.

I need for us to be separate.

Like the old days.

Then I guess that's what we'll have to do.

I feel horrible about this, Frank,
but I can't.

I have to know what I'm really feeling.

I think we both do.

(crying)

(closing theme playing)