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Jobs go to who's qualified, man.

-You're--
-(clamoring)

NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

I need the Diablo leader to be a man.

Big talk for a kid, Nesto.

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

Diablos go for a payback
without you in front?

-I laid down my colors.
-I don't buy it that you're out as leader.

Hey, did you ever kiss a guy, Mike?
Like a man?

(laughs) On the lips?

(gunfire)

We got a gang hit.
Five bodies, one of them Marcus Peabody.

I'm a cop, you dirtball.

Mikey...

Great, Jimmy. You just killed us.

First of all,
I never thought I'd see the day

that Andy Renko would tie the knot.

And you still ain't seen that day,
Joe Coffey.

What you are seeing is the day before.

-What do you really want?
-I need for us to be separate.

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

I wish I could think of some awful cliché
that'd somehow be comforting.

How about the oldest one in the book?

"Your ex-wife still loves you."

-(all chattering)
-LUCY: Item three, sex in the locker room!

Thank you.
Now, would you please stay like this?

Item four.

Pearl Harbor for the Blood last night,
courtesy of Lester Franco and associates.

Dead are Marcus Peabody
and four of his lieutenants.

Item five. Obviously, Mick Belker's
operation Straight Flush

concluded with the arrests of Franco,
James Lastarza, and Joseph Desoto.

They'll be arraigned this morning
on multiple homicides.

This leaves the Blood
without much of their own leadership left.

The junior varsity Blood
that we picked up yesterday

is gonna be released this morning
maybe or maybe not in time for the summit

that Captain Furillo has called
at 10:00 a.m. this morning.

Six, Lieutenant Hunter's taking
a personal holiday today.

I guess that horse
that he bought got sick.

-OFFICER 1: Aww!
-(laughter)

It's not funny, a horse getting sick.

-A dead horse is not funny. Sick is funny.
-(laughter)

Anyway, uh,
Ballantine takes over the EATers.

Seven, a new computer unit
showed up yesterday,

so it looks like we're gonna have
this thing for about a three-week trial.

And everybody is gonna get a shot
at driving the unit.

And today,
we got Hill and Renko, you got it.

OFFICER 2: Oh, Renko.
Don't mess it up, okay?

Uh, item eight, of which Officer Renko's
repeated trips upstairs is a reminder,

there's a wedding tonight, Andy.

(all cheering, applauding)

We got a wedding
between Andrew Jackson Renko

and Daryl Ann McConnicke
tonight, 7:00 p.m.

Don't forget, everybody.
First Avenue Methodist.

And Leo's got maps. Don't get lost.

And the reception follows
right afterwards at the Kubiak, okay?

-Hey, Sarge. Renko's gift?
-Oh, yeah, the gift.

Uh... everybody knows about
the bedroom set, right?

Let me see. It's a seasoned-walnut king
with a headboard

and matching night stands.
And everybody knows that we got a deal

because we got it
from Joe's cousin's furniture store.

(laughter)

And I know that everybody
gave what they felt they could afford,

but I gotta tell you,
we are short 106 bucks.

Now, Joe has got to pick up the furniture
at four o'clock this afternoon,

so anybody that can,
you gotta go back in your pocket.

Bobby's gonna be upstairs
with a collection plate.

-Please.
-OFFICER 3: Yeah.

Okay, let's roll, let's be generous,
and let's be careful out there.

(clamoring)

Hey, Mick, Mick. Uh... this is for you.

-Sixty cents?
-That's all I got.

Hey, Joe. Joe, how about a--

Hey. Hey, Bobby, I got us the deal.
Doesn't that mean anything?

-WOMAN: Phone call, Joe Coffey.
-Excuse me.

-I'll be outside, Joe.
-Rudy! Hey, Rudy, old brother.

I know you're good for a couple of bucks.

Bobby, I already put in my ten.
Besides, I hardly even know the guy.

Captain. Hey, Captain.

How about putting in a little bit
for Andy's wedding?

We're short a couple bucks.

Gee, Bobby, uh, all I can afford
is a couple of bucks.

No problem.

I've had some unexpected expenses lately.

(telephone ringing)

Yeah? I just got in. Yeah.

(telephone ringing)

Hi.

I just want you to know
I accept your apology.

-What apology?
-For making that pass at me yesterday.

I mean, as far as
I'm concerned, it's history.

Not another word,
and I won't press charges.

Oh, that's a relief.

-Are you sure you're not angry with me?
-Scout's honor.

'Cause I really am sorry.
Not for the feelings.

But I'd hate myself if you thought
I was taking advantage of the situation.

Oh, Fay, you don't have to apologize.
You made me feel wanted.

That's the best feeling
I've had in a long time.

(soft chuckle)

(clicks tongue) Try not to maul me.

I have just one more thing
I want to say to you,

then I'm out of here.

I love you, mister.

I always have, and I always will,
no strings attached.

I wish for you
nothing but happiness, always.

Promise me you know that.

I do.

-Never say "I do" to a single woman.
-(laughs)

It's nice to see you laugh.

You're the best ex-wife I've ever had.

-So far.
-(both laugh)

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)

LUCY: Forget about it, Joe.

Don't you think it's some kind of omen?

He's calls when we're short
for Andy's present?

-No.
-Well, I disagree.

Hey, plus, if you knew my uncle,

you'd know he wouldn't even
pick up the phone

if he wasn't positive
the horse was gonna win.

Hey. We can't risk Andy's bedroom set
on some Florida horse race, Joe.

Hey, this way we could get him
a whole apartment full of furniture.

-What if the horse loses?
-Then he sleeps on the floor.

I'm gonna sign this now.
You fill in what we're short at the store.

This is going for the furniture,
right, Joe?

-You guys got no imagination.
-Who do I make it out to?

Julius' Sleepworld.

Beauty part is I took advantage
of their two-for-one offer,

-so it cost you nada.
-I don't know, Harry.

Lieutenant, you talk for two minutes
on a videotape,

and then a bunch of women
call you for dates. What can be bad?

What kind of a woman calls
a complete stranger?

Ah, no problem. You screen them
before the service releases your number,

-so it eliminates the beasts.
-That seems pretty cold.

Oh, as opposed to the deep human warmth
of your average singles bar?

Uh, look. What time you down for?

Ten-thirty.
Just if we're cool around here.

(sighs) Okay. Maybe, if we're cool.

All right. You're never gonna
regret this, Lieutenant.

Hi.

Hi.

Are we going to Andy Renko's
wedding tonight?

-Do you want to?
-Sure.

Good. I'll pick you up at the apartment.

Do you have a case now?

Mm-hmm. I was pulling
arrest reports for my fill-in.

I'm going on vacation tomorrow.
Twelve days.

-Oh. Where?
-Paris.

The travel agent got me on.

I didn't think
they renewed passports this fast.

-We were going to Paris one day.
-I know.

Well, there's no guarantee
we would've made it anyway.

And this is no guarantee we won't.

Frank, I've been promising myself Paris
and the Louvre since I was in college,

since I was a little girl.

I needed one of the somedays to be now.

I understand. I do. Pick you up a 6:00.

-I love you.
-I love you, too.

And I want to save our marriage.

I don't know if you can believe it,
but I'm trying to.

See you later.

Yo, Furillo. Do I look like a cop to you?

Nobody's asking you to be a cop, Jesus.

Job's gang consultant.

Doing the cop's business.

I thought you were out
as leader of the Diablos.

I thought you were looking for something.

You're right. A million dollars.

Seventy-five dollars a day,

if the Department of Social Services
accepts you.

We get the treaties
I think you can help me get,

there could be a regular slot for you
in the mayor's youth program.

Ross Phillips,
Department of Social Services.

Is this our applicant?

Ross Phillips, Jesus Martinez.

Uh, Jesus, here,
has been expressing some doubts.

Uh, just as well.

I did my background reading
in the car, Mr. Martinez.

We've got some real problems with you
in terms of our ideal job description.

See, Frankie? This is why.

You're a recent partisan
of one of the warring factions,

a convicted felon still on parole,
a reputed hothead--

Just get lost, okay, man?

In short, you're everything
my department doesn't need

after the illustrious Mr. Marcus Peabody,
if we ever did.

I'm gonna tell you something,
since I didn't want the damn thing anyway.

You need me, bro,
'cause you don't know nothin'!

At least I know how to talk to people.

I don't walk into a place and say,
"They're like Marcus Peabody."

(sighs) Sorry if I offend.

Job robbed me of my tact years ago.

Thank you for shortening my rounds,
Mr. Martinez. Captain.

See, the point is,
if somebody does see the difference,

Marcus Peabody over here means one thing,

Jesus Martinez over there
means another thing.

Then maybe he could do something.
He'll know the scene at least.

If I get you the 75, will you help?

-What do you got there?
-FRANK: I worked up some proposals.

The Blood and the Diablo
would give up two blocks apiece

to the gangs that are still strong.

Forget about Diablos giving anything
to Mau Mau and Dragons.

Maybe they give something to DMZ.

-Will you pitch it?
-Got the 75?

Thanks, Jesus.

So, I'm just, uh,
I'm just real eager to meet you.

I want to share
what's a very exciting time in my life

and share what's exciting in yours.

So, uh, you can help me study,
or you can help me catch crooks,

or maybe just help me unwind.

I don't know what else to tell you.
Call me.

-(chuckles)
-Good. Great.

I want to be a fly on your bedroom wall.

Hey, lighten up.
You look like you're going to the chair.

Let's just do it.

Okay, just hold the slate in front,
Hank, like a convict.

(liquid pouring)

-Is it going?
-Not yet.

And don't shift on your stool. You're on.

-Uh, my name is--
-JERRY: You can put the slate down.

Uh, my name is Henry Goldblume.
I'm doing this 'cause a friend made me.

I'm not very good
at this sort of presentation.

Nevertheless... (clears throat)

I'm divorced, I have...

two wonderful children, five and seven,
who live with their mother.

But I'm-I'm very close with them.

Uh, I'm still very close
with their mother... too,

even though we don't
see each other very much.

Let's see. Hobbies.
I don't really have too many.

My wife used to say I'm a workaholic.
I don't really believe it.

And, I guess, definitely,

I want to meet somebody good, kind, uh...

beautiful, of course, although that-that
really doesn't mean that much to me.

Anyway, I, uh, I want to meet somebody.

I'd like a committed relationship.

I'd very much like to be happy.

-Okay?
-I am if you are.

Can we get out of here?

(siren wailing)

-(tires screeching)
-(man speaking indistinctly on radio)

Did you take the bet?

"Donnybrook," the sixth at Tropical
250 win, 200 place.

Thanks, Lenny.

Hey, hope it comes in.
I went for a fin myself.

(woman speaking indistinctly on radio)

Think maybe we could head back
to our own precinct now?

Yep.

I'm not gonna ask you
what went on back there.

-Right.
-Except I'm gonna tell you.

I used to have this buddy
who booked policy.

He used to say you could play
your number day in and day out,

yet he'd bet you 3-to-1 odds
the day your number came in,

you wouldn't be on it.

What's that supposed to mean, Rudy?

It means that with gambling,
something always goes wrong.

That's what.

Look, I'm taking the shot for Renko.
I don't need your heavy dose of pessimism.

It'd be nice if we could get him
a-a nice nest egg, wouldn't it?

(scoffs) Yeah, right.

Hey, look at that.

Guy sure screwed up
if he's looking for the jailhouse.

JOE: His lights are flashing.

You'd better make a u-ie.

Unit 2203 requesting route and destination

on corrections department vehicle,
license M58372.

WOMAN (over radio): 2203,
your M58372 corrections department

is a ferrying vehicle
with prisoners being moved

-to report at Michigan Avenue complex.
-Back off! Back off!

-(gunshot)
-(shatters)

Go!

Unit 2203,
crossfire from a corrections bus.

(siren wailing)

We're in pursuit east...

(indistinct dialogue)

(woman speaking indistinctly on radio)

(sirens wailing)

Yo! We got guns! We got hostages!

Anybody shoots, the guards are dead.

It's Franco. It's the guy Belker popped.
Yeah, we hear ya!

-Nobody goes behind that bus.
-Yeah, we hear ya, Franco.

Any cops go behind that bus,
that's an attack.

The guards get hit.

Hey, nobody's gonna attack, all right?

-(tires screeching)
-Where the hell did they get pieces?

You get somebody down here with weight.
Get some authority here.

They're on their way.
Just don't do anything crazy, Franco.

You just tell them to get here fast,
'cause we got places to go.

My stomach's rumbling.
And I got me an appetite for turf.

-Leave some room at the table, bro.
-(indistinct dialogue)

-LUCY: This way, gentlemen.
-Hey, come on.

Let's move it. Let's move it.
Hey, yo. Harry, let's go, man.

-Captain wants us now.
-What's going on?

Franco and his buddy just commandeered
a corrections vehicle. A bus.

-How?
-Sorry, Lieutenant, don't know.

They got them cornered somewhere
up in the Heights.

Yes. Yes, as long as you need him. Right.

Warren Briscoe wants you on the site
to read personalities.

I'm on my way.

Take three minutes to run Franco's file,
see who might have stashed the bus.

Figure there was someone
who had a loan with them?

Well, whoever put the weapons on the bus

may have worked the rest
of the escape plan.

What we're trying to do here
is find an alternative

-to a frontal assault.
-Okay.

-Captain, you got a full house downstairs.
-Okay, thanks.

Maybe somebody who worked
in corrections at the courthouse.

-You want me in on this summit?
-No, no, no.

Coordinate with the Heights
on the bus hijack.

-Where were you, Henry?
-Uh, I'll explain.

Listen, draw 75 bucks
out of the discretionary fund

for Jesus, okay?

And, uh, could I burn a couple of bucks
walking around with me?

Here. Take a five.

This hotel is breaking me.

FRANK:
Killers of the Blood will be prosecuted.

All Blood arrested
on the playground yesterday

-will be released, for openers.
-(all murmuring)

Who's the assistant pig
in the pen, Furillo?

ALL: Yeah.

-You want to rephrase that, Kearney?
-Hey, I'm a consultant, all right?

If you have something to consult,
you can consult with me.

Going the Marcus Peabody route.
Kickin' out to Diablo's?

Man's no Diablo.
Man lets Diablo's get killed.

Are you talking personal, Felipe?
Are you talking Nesto?

Nesto ain't for here, bro.

-That your pay-off?
-Get him out of here.

-FELIPE: Getting my brother killed?
-(indistinct dialogue)

Slow down, Furillo.

(spits)

As much as you need, Felipe,
you and me, we'll talk.

It's not for here. It's not for here.

It doesn't matter who hates me.

Downtown suit hates me.

Downtown suit walked out
on me half hour ago.

But I can still tell you what I see.

I see 11 guys die.

I see Blood over there.

No offense, bro.
But it's like I'm lookin' at kids.

That makes me sad. Makes me feel old.

You are old. You're finished!

Well, could be, Ramon. Could be.
But I'm still here today.

And you're gonna listen to me
because I'm the one who knows the facts.

Facts is no one wants to die.

Briscoe just called.

-He wants you at the hostage site.
-Why?

Mick's volunteered for a hostage exchange.

Uh, Captain.
Got a possible on who packed the bus.

Service manager at the maintenance garage,
he'd have access.

-What's the hook?
-He likes the ponies.

He's in to Franco for over 12 grand.

-Good enough. Go find him.
-On our way.

Quickly, guys. I'll be at the site.

Henry, uh,
if there's an agreement in principle,

they'll reconvene at 2:00
to set the boundaries.

-Help Ray if I'm not back.
-Sure.

LEO: Lieutenant. Call on five.

-Didn't say.
-Goldblume. Who?

Yeah, I did. I most certainly did.

Oh, you were?

What was it particularly
that impressed you?

Look... you're not just playing a gag
for Harry Garibaldi?

If you're on the level,

I gotta tell you that I was--
I was led to understand

that... my name wouldn't be released.

No. No, as a matter of fact, uh--

Uh, no. No.
No, I guess it wouldn't hurt anything.

Okay. Yeah, I do.

Wait, how am I--

Meet ya? Okay.

Yeah, 12:30.

What was that accent?

I wouldn't know, Leo.

If I were to mention
just a series of gift items

and you were to acknowledge with just
a general facial expression, and, uh--

Renko, I'm not gonna tell you
what we got you.

Fine. Good.

As long as it isn't some
useless ceramic animal

or some giant shard of glass.

Whew! This thing is a wonder.

You know that Buick we just passed?
Lickety-split.

Owner's a Lehman W. Stanley,
4467 Sutton, 57, brown eyes, 5'9,

speeding conviction last November,
and he's deaf in his left ear.

Yeah? Let's bust him.

What I'm saying is, we finally got
ourselves the right tool for the job here.

This extends the law's long arm
another six inches.

(laughs)

-Uh-oh, I know that look.
-Public convenience.

All right,
there's a diner right over here.

Okay. You know,
I hope this marriage lasts,

'cause this one day
is bad enough for any human.

-You want anything from the counter?
-Kaopectate.

(slow piano music playing)

-WOMAN (German accent): Henry Goldblume?
-How do you do?

You were good to come. I'm Eva.

Henry.

This is pretty strange.

-You find it so?
-Yeah, I think I do.

Do you want to have a drink?

(clears throat) Uh, water's great. Thanks.

-Look, can I ask you a question?
-Please.

-Where'd you get my number?
-From Jerry, the cameraman.

So this isn't an official
part of the service?

Very unofficial.

-May I be frank with you, Henry Goldblume?
-Please.

We are adults.

The road to happiness
is not a straight and simple one.

If a certain man comes to make a tape,

if Jerry feels perhaps
I can help this man find happiness,

he and I have an arrangement.

I see. And I'm that kind of man?

Jerry thought perhaps.

You and I will discover.
What are you feeling?

Uh, I'm not sure.

-I suspect this is often.
-What?

You have difficulty
to discover your feelings.

I find it often in men of your profession.
Am I correct, Henry?

I'm interested. Go on.

Shall I help you discover your feelings,
Herr Goldblume?

I'm a very good guide.

Oh, boy.

-Is this a charity service?
-No.

The road we would travel
would be very curved, very difficult.

-And it would be a toll way.
-A toll way? Meaning?

You would pay me certain sums of money.
We would experiment.

Perhaps I would make you
wear certain things...

do certain things...

expose to you your innermost torment.

That's it. You're busted.

Excuse me?

I'm a cop. You're under arrest.

Of course, you are a cop,
but for what are you arresting me?

Soliciting. Come on.

-Oh, you do not wish to do this.
-Save it, Eva.

The bust of course is a hammer.
These are not illegal acts.

We are going in.

RENKO:
I do not know where people get the stones

to charge 50 cents a stall
in a public convenience

-when there ain't no toilet paper.
-(chuckles)

I'm talking about paper towel

with the abrasion factor
of number two sandpaper.

-(laughs) Look at this.
-It's working on me here just like this.

-(gasps) The car!
-Oh, no.

-Oh, no!
-Where's the car?

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Now, Mike, as I said before,
we need some more cars.

I think we got two out here already.

(indistinct chatter)

Ask him about the guards.
We want to know how the guards are.

All right.

Jimmy, they want to know
how the guards are doing.

Great. Swell.

I want to see my guards at the window.
I want to hear each one of my men talk.

That's not realistic right now, Sergeant.

I've got a man
with a cardiac problem in there.

Damn it, you got to let us
do our work here.

I'm not gonna force a negotiating point
so you can be reassured.

-Do you understand?
-I'm filing.

File your damn grievance.
Just stay out of our way.

Where the hell's that van?

I'm working on the van, Lester!

You know the bureaucracy.
The wheels turn a little slow.

Yeah, Mike,
and the squeaky ones get greased.

-OFFICER 1: Stay away from there!
-Can we make somebody squeak in here?

Mister, we're moving on
everything you asked for.

The van's on its way.

I'm trying to get authorization
for clear passage.

Jimmy, didn't I get you
Mike Belker here as fast as I could, huh?

-Yeah, but you didn't get him on the bus.
-Joe.

-Captain, Rudy and I were--
-Back to the precinct.

Give me 20 seconds, fellas.
I'll get back to you.

Frank, I wouldn't have asked,
but on a volunteer basis,

I'd be willing to consider
letting Belker go on the bus.

Captain, when the exchange is four to one,
one of the guards is sick.

One of the guards is sick...
(muttering)

...numerical equivalency here,
it's a joke.

Warren, look...

I know you want to save fireworks
with the guards association.

Frank, I never said a word.
The man volunteered.

Belker has too much history
with those guys.

You can talk about an exchange
to buy some time,

but he's not going on that bus.

LESTER: You people think I'm kidding?
You think I'm fooling around in here?

No one thinks you're fooling, Lester.

Look, the van just showed.

Doesn't that show you
some good faith on my end?

What are you gonna give me
for the good faith, Lester?

What about safe passage?

We're working on it.
I need some more time.

You think I'm a jerk?

I'm gonna kiss your feet
'cause you show me a van?

Here! Here!

-(gunshots)
-(grunts)

God!

Look at this. Look at this!

There, now you know I'm serious.

Lester Franco, Lester Franco.

He was sick.
He was getting a little blue anyway.

You deal in good faith
and you deliver prompt!

JIMMY: : All right, truce.
Go ahead and pick him up.

I want that van, and I want clear passage.

-(siren wailing)
-And Belker! And Belker!

(siren wailing)

So, Mikey, talk to me.
Tell me what a Judas feels like.

That's not the way I look at it, Jimmy.

I'd like to know how you look at it.
I'd like to know how you feel, Mikey.

I want to know
what it feels like inside you.

You know what I want?

I want those three guards should get off,
and then we can talk about it on the bus.

There's a lot of seats.
Why don't you just come onboard?

No, no. It's got to be an exchange, Jimmy.

Hey, Briscoe,
somebody just went behind the bus!

No one went behind the bus.
The guys went to relieve himself, Lester.

(helicopter blades whirring)

Weapons and tactics estimate
a hostage casualty

in a rescue attempt.

We'll have a better chance
in a surprise environment.

My detectives just took the guy
who packed the bus.

They're gonna sweat him
for the escape route.

While we stall with what?
They've made no comfort requests.

Belker's song and dance
isn't gonna sell much longer.

Safe passage, yes or no?

Yes, Lester. I told you yes.

You asked us to clear
four different routes.

The logistics
are just a little tough, huh?

I got three lives here, Briscoe.
Do I have to take another life?

WARREN:
That's not gonna help anything, Lester.

It won't make anything move any faster.

I heard it on my bearcat, Frank.
Where do we stand?

Judge, just get out of here.

There's nothing I can do?
Offer them some false promises?

Twenty minutes. You got 20 minutes
or I take another life.

What's magic about 20 minutes, Lester?

It's magic for the guy who's gonna croak.
Twenty minutes I'm serious.

Fifteen minutes, prepare to hit them.

-Oscar Foreman?
-Yep.

Uh, he said there wouldn't be violence,
then I heard what they did on the radio.

I'm Assistant District Attorney Bernstein,
Mr. Foreman.

Have you been apprised of your rights?

I'm-I'm sick, I'm sick. This gambling--

-Come on. Answer the man!
-Yes. Oh, yes. Yes.

Lester Franco and the others
have committed murder, Mr. Foreman,

and they are now
holding guards as hostages.

This makes you a suspected accessory
in a series of capital crimes.

-Oh, my God.
-If you will help these detectives,

my office will take your assistance
into account, do you understand?

(sighs) Can you give me some numbers?

One felony count, five years.

(sighs) Uh...

Tony Devine comes to my house
in the middle of the night,

throws me on the floor
in front of my wife,

and he puts a gun to my head.

Give us what we want, Foreman.

He told me to pack four pieces on a bus,
then I stashed three cars.

Where? Come on!

Uh... (clears throat) the first one's
under the Filmore underpass.

Call the captain. Filmore underpass.

Hey, Leo,
is this the patch to the Heights?

What the hell do you mean, did she hit me?

S&M does not make this
a sexual offense, Henry.

-We'd have to prove assault.
-I told you this.

-You, Schnitz, your posture is terrible.
-Hey, button it, toots!

-Hey, give me the Captain.
-RAY: Reconvening downstairs.

Captain, bingo,
we got where Franco's going.

-LUCY: Hey, guys, we found your unit.
-(indistinct dialogue)

Yeah, except the computer terminal
was ripped out

and the code book was missing.

Probably some little duster playing
Space Invaders with it as we speak.

-That's not the bottom line, Andrew.
-BOBBY: What is?

They're gonna have to redo the codes,
and it's gonna cost $63,000 to re-program.

Sixty-three thousand?

Maybe it'll teach the city a lesson,
'cause the damn contraption doesn't work.

It's too small.
It's got all them little computer--

-Tell that to IAD.
-All them little--

Oh, Bobby.

I got pain and oblivion
swooping down on me,

tearing out my heart
just like they tore out that computer.

-Come on, Andy.
-What time is it?

Four-thirty. I got nothing left to give.

-BOBBY: Hey, Joe.
-Luce, can I talk to you?

Luce, I did something.

When I promised this morning
about that horse--

about betting that horse...

-You bet the horse?
-I remembered this bookie in the Heights.

Do you know how many different
ways that is wrong?

Look, I didn't make the bet.
I gave it to this--

Stop it right there. Bobby.

I can't believe you, Joe.

Besides everything else,
you jeopardized Andy's present.

Look, if it doesn't come in,
I'll make good on the money.

He made a mistake. He bet the horse.

Look, I just had a feeling, Bobby.
I just wanted to take a shot for Andy.

I guess I'm not one to be throwing stones.

Hey, I'm sorry, Bobby.

It's simple A-B-C, man.
Bloods and Diablos knock each other out.

Now it's Mau Mau's turn to step up.

(all clamoring)

Yo! Yo!

You see, Dudley, everybody wants a piece,

but you all take your pieces,
that gets Blood and Diablo

down to itty-bitty chunks, you see?
And-and then six months later,

when there's trouble again,
there's gonna be more war.

The point is,
when your enemy's down, be generous.

Let the man breathe a little.

-The man speaks like a Diablo shill.
-MAN 1: Yeah, that's right, man.

(all murmuring)

Bloods, Diablos,
you can forget about what you had before.

You're weak in men and in leadership.

Like you said man... not for long.

-Not in your lifetime.
-You shut your mouth, man.

For now, Ramon,
treaties now reflects facts.

So you give a little,
say you're not too proud.

You're a realist.

-Don't give nothin' to Mau Mau or Dragons.
-Yeah, we hear that.

You don't have to, Ramon.
You don't have to.

You give two blocks to DMZ.
Bloods, you do the same. You get it?

It's insurance, bro,
'cause Diablos can't fight Mau Mau,

can't fight Gypsies, can't fight anybody,
and every man in this room knows that.

Lieutenant, can we vote
on a ceasefire now?

Warlords, prepare to vote on a ceasefire.

Everybody understand that?
We're not voting on treaties.

-First a ceasefire.
-(murmuring)

All DMZs in one place.
If that's approved, warlords can leave.

The leader of each gang stays on,

and we stay on and work on
the Martinez map proposal.

-Blood?
-Oh, what's the vote?

Immediate ceasefire, all DMZs in place.

Bloods say yes.

RAY: Mau Mau?
Treaty now, map proposals afterward.

Yeah, got it.

Good. Gonna get
the whole cuchifritos, Raymondo.

MAN (whispers): What's happening?
What's taking so long?

(siren wailing)

Well, I think, uh, we should--
we should just let them get out of here--

Person's trying to help,
they steal his golf clubs.

Judge, please.

I think our best bet
is at the last switch.

Take them at the Franklin overpass?

We'll let them lose armed surveillance
at the Filmore underpass.

They'll think they're clear.

-Did you hear, Sergeant?
-Yeah.

We agree. We're gonna let them leave here.

-Take them at the warehouse, yes.
-Right.

How many hostages you need, Lester?

You're gonna be holding a cop.

No. For the last time, no!

Jimmy, he wants to come up here, fine.
We give up no hostages.

-Give them one.
-For crying out loud, Jimmy!

None! You got two minutes.

You're good, Lester.
We just got you clearance to move, okay?

-That's great.
-JIMMY: Now, let's pass on the exchange,

we pass on Mike Belker. What do you think?

We tell you who's passing and who isn't!

-No good, Jimmy! We pass!
-(gunshots)

-Joey! Joey, my God!
-Stand back or I'm gonna shoot!

I just want to get out of here
with you, Franco.

I just want to get out of here.

You're lucky, Mike!

He wasn't gonna kiss you,
he was gonna blow your head off.

WOMAN (over radio): All units,
suspects have switched vehicles

at Filmore underpass.

Vehicle is a blue Dodge,
license: Paul-6763.

East on Huron.

Presumed destination,
Franklin Street warehouse.

Just on the car switches,
they must've spent 20 grand.

WOMAN (on radio)
Suspect vehicle's ETA is 45 seconds.

-Forty-five seconds.
-Block escape route.

Give them time to get the door up.
We're gonna be bringing cars in behind.

On my order.

(vehicle approaches, brakes squeal)

(car door opens)

-Now.
-(gunshot)

Okay, let's hit it!

-Joey! Don't move!
-OFFICER 1: Freeze!

Don't shoot! You got me!

WOMAN: You got to shoot him!

-(siren wailing)
-Please! Shoot him!

These phone calls are gonna show up
in the printout, Sarge.

-Who do I put the authorization to?
-To me.

-The horse race result line in Florida.
-So write it down as a wrong number.

-JOE: Hey, the flag's up.
-They're off.

-MAN (on phone): And they're off.
-They're off.

Okay. Just-just let him break loose.

It's Lark to Win, Roseman,
Sticky Surprise...

-Where's Donnybrook?
-And Donnybrook, fourth on the rail.

Good. Fourth on the rail is good.

After which is Alice's Dreamboat,
Northern Traffic, and Louie's Trick.

Around the far turn.

Okay. Just let him start to break.
Start to break. Please.

Lark to Win opens a two-length lead.

It's Roseman, Sticky Surprise,

-LUCY: Where's Donnybrook?
-...and Donnybrook.

These three race as a team.

Two lengths, all right!

-Come on, Donnybrook!
-JOE: Northern Traffic is fifth.

The field is bunching at the front end.

Here we go. We're coming on!

Lark to Win is joined by Roseman
and Donnybrook

as the field turns for home.

-Come on, Donnybrook!
-Okay. I got us some prayers. Thank you.

It's Lark to Win, Roseman, Donnybrook.

-Lark to Win, Roseman, Donnybrook.
-Come on, Donnybrook.

Baby, come on!

Roseman and Donnybrook,
as Lark to Win falls off.

Yes!

-MAN: And it's Donnybrook at the wire.
-And it's Donnybrook at the wire.

-(all cheering)
-All right!

-By the shortest of noses!
-Good call, Joe!

Uh, it wasn't me,
it was the horse, believe me.

-What's up?
-Nothing.

They approved the treaty
and the map proposals.

Congratulations.

-JESUS: Piece of cake.
-I doubt that.

Hey, listen, Furillo, maybe you want
to take it from here, all right?

Did it get to you, Jesus,
being a good guy?

See that's what I don't like,
good guys, bad guys.

I just like it where there's just guys.

I'd say there's a job for you
if you want it.

What about the social services dude?

-FRANK: The hell with him.
-Jesus!

-(groans)
-(shouting in Spanish)

Easy, easy, easy.
Give me a handkerchief! Anybody!

-Here, here!
-Get a stretcher!

(clamoring)

-Can you press it?
-It's bad. It's in the belly.

-Stretcher!
-Where is that stretcher?

Drive him to St. Joe's.
Come on. Come on, somebody grab him.

-Grab his feet. Come on! Up!
-(grunts)

Up, okay?

Can you hold it? You got it?
Do me another favor today, Jesus.

Listen, they haven't made
the knife to kill me yet.

-Easy. Okay. Go.
-Yo, call my wife.

OFFICER 1:
Move it! Let them through! Come on!

Sorry, I'm late.

-(belches)
-(Joe whistles)

-RENKO: What?
-I guess I'm next, aren't I?

-RENKO: What?
-I'm next to get married.

You know what? I'll tell you something.

My brother ain't gonna be sitting
here doing like that acting like a fool,

making noises like that.

-Look at this.
-Give me that.

I can't get the thing tied,
because it's a clip.

Hey, good crowd. How's the main performer?

RENKO: Fine.

Hey, somebody here.

-Father LaRue to see the condemned man.
-JOE: Hey, J.D.!

BOBBY: Out of the old hospital bed, huh?

-You know, my nurse was an inspiration.
-How you doing?

-How you doing, kid, huh?
-Okay.

-Nice tux. Phew!
-Yeah, you fit right in.

Yeah, Vic Hitler's final legacy.
Hey! How's the boy chick?

-Hey, J.D.
-Any last minute yips?

I'm a little nervous.
I'm not real nervous.

Bless you, my son.

-That poor slob's falling apart.
-(door slams)

(scoffs) Hey, 4,300 bucks,
less you ought to give to Lenny.

-Fantastic!
-Hey, let me ask you a question.

Uh, do we have to give Andy all of this?

No, I'm just saying,
what difference does it make

-if we give him maybe three of it?
-Thirteen hundred dollars, Joe.

Uh, uh, something I could help
you guys with?

(indistinct chatter)

Uh, you're coming on
pretty strong, Howard.

Oh, horse smell.

I'm sorry, it was selfish of me,
but I just guess I didn't want to lose it.

You can always sit in the corner.

You know, Henry,
there is a story about an Irish Cob

at Waterloo that pulled her fieldpiece
for ten miles with a bullet in her heart.

-Noble, noble animals.
-How's Apollo?

-Apollo passed away not an hour ago.
-I'm sorry.

No. No, it was a--
it was a wondrous thing, Henry.

When that spirit went out
of that great beast,

I fell in love, a pure love like I have...
I don't think I have ever felt before.

I wept-- not in regret,

but in relief that
his suffering had ended in pity...

and love.

(chuckles) I guess I should be
embarrassed at carrying on.

-No.
-What a curious...

(voice breaking)
What a curious... Oh, forgive me.

(sniffles)

I'm sorry, I couldn't help
overhearing what you just said.

-Oh, I see. Uh--
-I couldn't help over-smelling you either.

Perhaps I should excuse myself.

No. No, what I mean is,
I'm kind of a stranger here,

and, well, that smell certainly
makes me feel at home.

-You work with horses?
-I'm a hot walker at Marcy Downs.

-I'm a friend of the bride's.
-Really?

Yeah. Would you know a place in the city
where I could ride tomorrow?

Oh, I could show you a lovely bridle path,
perfect for the early morning.

Until today,
I could've offered you a mount.

Well, maybe we can
still work something out, um...

(sniffles)

JOE: Hey, they want us to line up.

Say, Andy?

-Showtime!
-Andy?

Oh, no!

-Andy?
-Captain?

The wedding's in there, isn't it?

Yes, sir. I'm just trying to get some air.

-Maybe you better go on.
-Okay.

-Mind if I walk with you?
-RENKO: No, sir.

-I really appreciate you coming down.
-Nice night, huh?

-Excuse me.
-Go ahead.

-Family all here?
-Such as it is.

-And Daryl Ann's?
-Yes, sir.

So, how is it?

What's that?

Being married.

It's hard to compare it to anything.
It's real, Andy.

It's a real experience.

How about if you're not sure?

-I wish I could tell you that goes away.
-It doesn't, huh?

Sometimes. Never for very long.

It comes with the territory, I guess.

But it's worth it?

-BOBBY: Cowboy?
-Yes.

When you add it up, yeah.

Something wrong?

No, I'm just getting some air.

Um, they're waiting inside.

It's time.

...in token and in pledge...

PRIEST: ...of our constant faith
and abiding love...

...of our constant faith and abiding
love...

...with this ring, I thee wed.

...with this ring, I thee wed.

For as much as Andy and Daryl Ann
have consented together in holy wedlock

by pledging their faith,
each to the other,

and have declared the same
by joining hands

and by giving and receiving rings,

I pronounce that they are
husband and wife.

What God has joined together,
let no one put asunder.

You may kiss the bride, Andrew.

(giggles)

You know, sometimes I regret
we didn't have a real wedding.

We had a hell of a wedding night, though.

(both laugh)

Uh-huh. (laughs)
So I recall.

Are you all packed?

Pretty much.

I'm gonna miss you terribly.

You're not making it very easy
for me to go, Pizza Man.

I'm trying to make it easier
for you to come home, Counselor.

Come with me.

You said you needed the time alone.

I know...

(sighs) But I think I'm more afraid
to be alone...

than I thought I'd be.

I'd love to go to Paris with you...

but it needs to be
because we want to be together,

not because we're afraid to be alone.

(sighs)

At least spend the night.

Only if you twist my arm.

(laughs)

(closing theme playing)