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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Detective Belker hops tonight's redeye to Las Vegas.

Flying is about the safest form of transportation around today.

Look, ma'am, if the boy stole something,

we usually just take him home and tell his parents.

-That's her. -Are you sure?

-(crying) That's her. Close it. -Okay.

FABIAN: Tell me something.

Who I'm gonna cook for now?

I got this judge to sign some papers to make me your legal guardian.

Mick, I just got this message you're going to Las Vegas tonight.

Yep.

I got to tell you, I'm not that crazy about it.

Now, these are junket tickets,

which means there's a couple of restrictions on 'em.

Eau de P.U.

That's her favorite cologne.

Would you put that back? It's Leo's letter to his ex.

-Oof. -J.D.: Mick.

(imitates droning sound)

-(chattering) -STAN: Item six.

Yesterday I looked into my crystal ball.

I told you that the Corrections drivers were not going out on strike.

That's why I'm a cop and not a fortuneteller.

They're out on a wildcat.

You're gonna be driving prisoners to the court

and to the tombs until they get back on the job.

(all moaning)

For time and a half, Sarge?

Time.

-Item seven. -(clipboard thuds)

Memo from Division.

(chuckles) "It's been brought to this department's attention

"by general accounting

"that certain officers have been submitting insurance claims

"for therapy treatments at the Paradise Lost Health Clinic

"on Simón Bolívar Avenue.

"Said establishment was raided yesterday by Washington Heights vice

and is henceforth off-limits to all personnel."

Guys...

you wanna go to a whorehouse, that's up to you.

Don't try to pass it off as major medical.

"Job-related stress."

-Malarkey. -(all laugh)

Uh, item eight.

"Ceremonies today, reopening of the Monarch Theater."

That's phase two of the Monarch Block Rehabilitation Project.

The mayor's gonna be there,

so we're gonna have to coordinate security with Division.

Breem, Cantrovich, Schnebble, Mayo,

Garibaldi, and Sergeant Bates draw the plum.

Item nine.

-Flu season, people. -J.D: Yeah.

-Ooh. Vegas. -Seems we got a bug going around.

The sick are LaRue, Washington, Coffey,

Lieutenants Calletano and Hunter.

Now, now yours truly doesn't believe there is any mystery

to personal healthcare, people.

Um, you take a couple of extra minutes when you go out

to make sure that you're dressed warm.

You, uh, make sure that we're eating right.

That includes our breakfast, which, of course, springboards our day.

And then, of course, we wear our garlic cloves around our neck

until four days of sunshine in the spring or April the 7th, whichever comes first.

That's it. Let's have a safe shift.

Let's do it to them before they do it to us.

-(chattering) -(chairs scraping)

I'm taking an hour of personal time this morning.

I got to enroll Fabian in school.

Oh, it's a lousy morning for it, Sergeant.

Yeah, I know, but it's his first day of class, you know,

and I got to talk to his teacher.

Uh, as quick as you can.

-I need all the people I can get. -Right.

Got any plans for Thanksgiving, Leo?

Yeah, me and the football game.

Well, I'm cooking up a turkey. That is if you're interested.

That'd be fun. Do you got a TV?

Sarge! Messages for you, Sarge.

Oh.

"Vera Horvath. Vera Horvath. Vera Horvath."

Sarge, this came for you. I signed for it.

Huh.

(chattering)

-(bells ringing) -(coins jingling)

(chattering)

MAN 1: Yo! Whoo-hoo!

MAN 2: Insurance, anyone? Do you speak Spanish?

(chattering continues)

Excuse me. I'm looking for Isadore Fagenbaum.

I think he runs the steam bath.

Yes, the spa's in the back, sir.

Would you like a free chance at our $5,000 slot?

No, thank you. I'm just looking for this man.

Well, you still get a free pull if you want it.

Okay.

Thank you.

-(bells ringing) -(alarm blaring)

(coins jingling)

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, I went through Frank Jr.'s closet last night,

and I found some things I think will fit Fabian.

Hey, that's great. Thanks a lot.

How's he doing?

So far, so good. I enrolled him in school this morning, so...

Yeah? How are you doing?

Well, I was up all last night,

wondering how am I gonna take on a kid like this.

I mean, what am I, crazy?

Did I get the right stuff for breakfast? You know.

Instant motherhood, right?

Yeah, but it gets easier, I mean...

-Tell me it gets easier. -Harder.

But, I mean, it calms down. It all settles down.

You, you get a night's sleep. I mean, it's worth it.

Well...

Ha-ha. Thank you very much.

-(chuckles) -Great.

Welcome to the club.

Uh-huh.

Captain, uh, Mr. Lowe from the Monarch Project.

Thank you.

Biff Lowe. I'm so glad we finally met up.

How can I help you, Mr. Lowe?

Well, first of all, Captain, I want to thank you

for the marvelous preparations for all our events.

-Friday night is going to be fabulous. -Thank you.

Now if you could just spare us two more officers,

I tell you, uh, it would be worth my right arm.

-When? -Well, uh, the long weekend really.

We're rented a fabulously expensive sound system.

Now, believe me, I'm the first to say it. And I'll say it fresh, I'll say it hot.

Ninety-nine percent of your people up here are law-abiding citizens.

Uh, I'm afraid that, uh, we don't have enough manpower

to stand 24-hour guard

over Monarch Redevelopment's stereo system.

Captain, we're talking about the cultural heritage of your community.

Now, do you suppose if I put in a call to Fletcher...

You already did, and he told you what I'm telling you.

You seem to think that police protection

flows like water out of a tap up here on the Hill.

That's just not so.

Don't you see the history the Monarch represents?

The chance for revitalization?

You see revitalization.

I see 200 limousines

dumping about 800 rich people onto my streets tomorrow night

and flaunting it over people who can hardly pay the rent.

I must say, Captain, I...

I'm afraid you're taking the short view.

I'm in a short-view job, Mr. Lowe.

Yes.

Well, I certainly hope we'll be seeing you at the dedication ceremonies, Captain.

(door opens)

(chattering)

MAN: Looking for a three. Looking for a three.

-Rolled a nine. -Damn.

You warm 'em up, Joseph.

J.D.'s gonna shake, rattle, and roll this joint into Chapter 11.

Make 'em apologize, Joseph.

Yeah, they got a lot of apologizing to do.

I think I'll try keno.

MAN: Still looking for a three.

I'm with you, Lieutenant. Let's ease into this.

All right.

MAN: Nope.

(chattering)

-Any luck, gentlemen? -RAY: Hey, nothing, Lieutenant.

We're just looking, Howard, just looking.

As am I, Raymundo, for Leo's ex.

An extraordinary number of Asiatics.

Myrna!

Myrna Schnitz.

-Lieutenant Hunter? -Right.

How are you, my good woman?

Great. Okay.

-How's yourself? -Oh, never better.

I bring you greetings from the east.

That's got to be from Leo.

He's the only guy that keeps that cologne in business.

-How is he? -Oh, he's like a new man.

He's lost weight. He looks ten years younger.

You're kidding. So he seems happy?

Old home week, Myrna?

A friend of mine from back east.

Does he play blackjack?

Well, I'll hazard a wager. What are the stakes?

$25 minimum.

-Hi, Myrna! -J.D.!

Joe, what is this, a convention?

Hey, how about dealing us some seconds, huh?

Don't even say that in fun.

So how's it going? Having any luck?

Yeah, all of it's been bad, too.

-Mick! -Hello, Mrs. Schnitz.

-You get your letter? -Yeah.

Listen, fellas, here's some keys.

-Suites at the DI. -J.D.: What's going on?

I go to see my friend. I pull the thing.

Bada-bing, bada-boom, bada-ba,

with the noise, with the flashes, with the lights.

$5,000.

You pulled what thing?

The thing, the thing at the entrance.

-That big slot? The free slot? -Yeah, that one.

And I won this, and I won the rooms.

And, and so I fibbed a little bit.

I told them I was staying over, I was with a big party.

-Good of you to think of us, Mick. -It's unbelievable.

And my friend wasn't even there. I had to leave him a note.

J.D., what time...

Oh, boy! I got to pick my prisoner up.

Mick, hey, put that away.

Oh, yeah.

-I'll see you at home, Mick. Thanks. -Yeah.

Hey, Mick, Mick, uh, look.

Since you're flush,

do you think you can let me hold a couple of hundred?

Yeah, sure.

I'll pay you back as soon as we get home, all right?

Huh. Yeah.

-Hey, thank you. -Yeah.

-(police sirens wailing) -MAN: Here, police! Police!

Robbery! Please! It is robbery!

-Please, they take my ticket! -RENKO: Sir, calm down!

Robbery! It is robbery!

I am telling you my ticket is gone!

The chance of a lifetime was taken from me!

It is (indistinct). I'm telling you my ticket is gone!

And I am telling you I will get you another ticket!

Lottery? Calm down about it.

$3,000, and I am leaving to collect my prize!

I am outside, and right here (indistinct).

And this ticket, chance of a lifetime in America is taken from me!

Which way did they go?

-That way. -That way.

One moment I am winning, and I am hero of my family, $3,000.

You must help us.

They are... with their fists!

And I am fighting, but-- Right here! And it is no good!

But you said he went that way. The other guy said this way.

-I am goat. -No, sir, you are not a goat.

-I am goat! -Sir, you're not a goat.

-He's a citizen, isn't he? -(clamoring)

You all want to go down to the station or not?

-I can't believe it! -Yes, please!

I can't believe it! I can't believe it!

I just... I can't believe it.

He can't believe it.

LOWE: We look forward to the day

when this whole square block will be alive with shops and restaurants.

And, so, on behalf of the nonprofit friends of the Monarch,

as well as our dedicated associates, Anthony and Phillip Barletta,

I say to you at the risk of being taken for a royalist...

(laughs)

...long live the Monarch.

(applause)

LOWE: Thank you very much.

Phil Barletta, would you care to say anything, please?

Please.

(camera shutters click)

I don't have any remarks prepared.

I just want to say glad everyone could be here.

Uh, enjoy the buffet on the Barletta brothers.

(applauding)

Uh, Mr. Mayor. Mr. Mayor?

(applauding)

I grew up on Dekker.

I came to this theater with my sisters when I was a boy.

Please don't feel I'm misusing this glorious occasion

if I dissent from Mr. Lowe on one point.

Welcome back to the Monarch.

But let's not rush into phase three of the project

without asking some important questions.

I, for one, don't want the kind of urban renewal

that expels an impoverished community rather than lets it in.

(applauding)

Uh, uh...

Oh, everyone, now please, uh, please enjoy the buffet.

(applauding)

MAN: Over here, Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor?

-WOMAN: A few questions, please! -MAN: Mr. Mayor?

Mr. Mayor, are you satisfied

with Monarch Redevelopment's record on minority hiring?

Yes, I am.

What about your little dig on gentrification?

We're still in negotiations. Uh, no further comment.

-(reporters clamoring) -WOMAN: Mayor Cleveland!

-(gunfire) -(woman screaming)

(clamoring)

Harry!

-Police! -The guy just went around the corner!

-Stop! Police! -Hold it!

-(police sirens wailing) -(tires screeching)

PATSY: Oh!

Ugh!

(grunts)

(breathing heavily)

LUCY: I got the gun!

I want a complete press blackout. Not a word to any of these guys.

-What's the mayor's condition? -He's okay. He's okay.

They're treating his shoulder at emergency.

Frank Magnuson. I'll see my client Mr. Springer now.

HARRY: Just wait one second, all right? Wait till we book him, sir.

-Who dropped the fast dime to him? -(groans)

Springer's in.

Any indication he'd like to talk?

He's already got a lawyer.

Captain, can I talk to you about something else for a second?

Sure. Come on in.

-You're not gonna believe this. -(papers rustling)

Look what came for me this a.m.

Express delivery.

Oh!

FRANK: Who is this?

Vera Horvath.

Lieutenant Horvath of Polk Avenue?

Woman's been sending me letters, breathing at me on the phone.

She's been on psychiatric leave. She thinks she's in love with me.

I didn't do anything to encourage this, Captain.

(paper rustling)

I don't go near the woman. I don't speak to her.

That's a pretty bizarre outfit.

-You're telling me. -(rustles)

I opened the envelope, I jumped ten feet. I thought it was a tarantula.

Those last couple she's not wearing anything at all.

How can I help?

I need to know

are they planning on reinstating this woman, or what?

I don't know. What do they say down at Polk Avenue?

Well, it's a medical matter. It's confidential.

I can't get any kind of a read over there.

Well, maybe if I call.

That's what I was gonna ask.

What kind of a creep snaps pictures like that, Captain?

-Let me ask you that. -Takes all kinds, Stan.

I figure maybe she ran a string from the shutter to her toe.

(door opens, closes)

Miss Davenport, we got a situation.

The guy had a lawyer and wants a PD now.

-Indigent? -I don't know.

(in low voice) It's the guy who tried to shoot the mayor.

Oh, this guy Magnuson was being totally superficial,

like he didn't have my best interests.

So you want my office to represent you?

And no car comes. Believe that? I'm standing there, no car.

Gee, that's a shame when you try to assassinate a mayor

and it doesn't come out right.

Hey, be sarcastic.

-Can you afford counsel? -No.

-Then who sent him? -Therein lies the tale, honey.

And you got to hear it. You understand me?

'Cause if anything happens, you go loud and clear to the cops.

You got my instruction on that?

Captain, preliminary ballistics on Terry Springer's gun

matches the attack bullets.

-Good work, Lucy. -Thanks.

Still kind of like this, you know?

Frank, my client feels he's at risk

and requests added protection when he's taken downtown.

Does he also want to talk?

Is that a condition for protecting him?

No, there's strike over at Corrections, so we're pulling in supervisors to drive.

-There'll be a convoy. -Hmm.

There's also a possibility Mr. Springer may want to

negotiate after indictment, if there is one.

You talking conspiracy?

After indictment, Lieutenant.

(engines whirring)

Hey, Detective, look, I'm a realist.

I know that you would be prejudiced not to believe me.

MICK: Shut up.

-MICK: Hello. -Hello.

We have reservations on flight 27, Belker and Flaherty.

I'm sorry, Mr. Belker, but I'm afraid that flight's been delayed.

-For how long? -We have to bring in new equipment.

New departure's at 4:00 p.m.

That's five hours. You don't have any other flights?

No, I'm afraid not.

Ah! I believe this is fate.

I believe someone wants an innocent man's story getting heard.

Shut up. Arm.

-Where are we going? -The flight's not for five hours.

We are going to see a friend of mine.

MAN (on PA): ...boarding at gate 2.

You know, you got good qualities, Detective.

I think we're gonna wind up liking each other.

Not in this lifetime.

Hey, why don't you leave me, go visit your friend,

-and meet me back here? -Shut up.

Aw!

Now I'm in a time capsule here. I'm in a time warp.

Mick Belker, Mr. Fagenbaum.

Sure, introduce yourself.

Like I wouldn't pick you out of a crowd of 4,000 people, huh?

(laughter)

Oh, I could not come to Las Vegas without looking you up.

Sure, don't look me up. Just leave me notes, huh?

I'll have you shot. Have you been on the streets?

-Look at you. You're a cop now, huh? -Yeah.

-Hey, it's kind of warm in here. -Shut up.

Oh, there's a deep thinker.

You remember that Schwitz that your daddy used to bring you to, huh?

-With your little (indistinct). -(laughing)

Ooh, why don't you change and have a steam, huh?

That'd probably be a little complicated, Mr. Fagenbaum.

Aah.

MAN: I'm gonna tell you something you won't believe.

-Shut up. -Absolutely no history--

Absolutely no history of what?

-Uh-oh. -Uh-oh, what?

-Uh-oh, ticker? -(breathing heavily)

Absolutely no history--

-Joey, number five! -Yes, sir!

-(groaning) -Here.

Leave it-- Leave it to (indistinct).

-Shut up. -Stop telling me to shut up.

I meant shut up "calm down."

(breathing heavily) Whoo!

Is it warm in here?

Oh, no!

-Uh-oh. -Oh, clear him!

Clear him!

MAN 1: You're a liar.

MAN 2: How is this assured to me? How is delivery assured to me?

-This is what I must know. -Hey!

I love this. I love this.

(clamoring)

-BOBBY: Okay! Hey! Hey! Hey! -Officers, finally.

Arrest this man. He is a liar.

-Who called? Who called here? -MAN 1: I was the one.

He's a criminal. He's pimp gangster.

-Arrest him! -No, Kasim, please be quiet.

Pleased to meet youse, officers.

What's going on here?

"Hector Lupa, bail bonds and personal loans,

a financial corporation incorporated." How nice!

It's my understanding

that this gentleman has lost an item of significant value.

Now, several people have approached me to return this item for a fee of $750.

You're a dog in the gutter!

What's in it for you there, Mr. Lupa?

Another $750... for my time, for my trouble.

$1,500 total in all.

-When Mr., uh... -Bittar.

-...gets his $3,000. -That is half!

That is-- All right, now you arrest him.

LUPA: Hey, listen, go ahead, lock me up!

(all shouting)

-Mr. Lupa! -Wait a minute!

Get off me now! Hey! Hey! You shut up, you shut up!

Now, Mr. Bittar, the report has been made on this.

The perpetrators are probably a long way away,

and our chances of catching 'em now are probably next to nothing.

So, if you ever wanna see any of your money again,

I might suggest you at least listen to what this man has to say.

-No. Never. -Wait, wait.

BOBBY: Okay with us, sir, but you already lost your ticket.

It seems to me that you have nothing else to lose

and everything to gain.

As we say in this country,

"60 percent of something is better than 100 percent of nothing."

-No, no, no, no, no. No, no. -One second.

(speaking foreign language)

Tick-tock, gentlemen. Tick-tock!

-(speaking foreign language) -WOMAN: Kasim!

-Don't do it. -I will accept offer.

MAN: Armand... you are an idiot.

Idiot! An idiot!

You don't conduct business this way!

-(door slams) -I'm sorry for my brother-in-law.

He thinks I'm very foolish

because I am not in America for a very long time.

But my sister and I,

we are very happy to win money in America anyway.

Uh, buy a new motor scooter, yes?

(in low voice) It's pathetic.

(police siren wailing)

(police siren wailing)

Officers!

Excuse me.

(police siren wailing continues)

I'd appreciate it if you were at the lottery office

this afternoon for this transaction.

Why is that?

Well, if you're there,

then these Arabs won't try any funny stuff.

Hey, look. I didn't have to get involved here before.

You know, for my slice, I'm just happy

being the grease on the wheels of your street justice.

Okay, Mr. Lupa, 3:00.

Excellent. Thank you very much.

RENKO: Thank you very much.

Oh, Bobby, I just love this.

I love watching my day go kerplop

in the company of these lowlife street-types

when our alleged friends are out somewhere soaking up the fun and the sun

in a casino watching the money roll in.

The guy went just like that, Sarge.

I mean, one minute, he was running his mouth,

-the next minute, he was blue. -(chattering)

Uh, I don't know. Hold on. I'll ask.

Officer.

My sergeant wants to know, will there be an inquest?

It's the coroner's call.

You always take your prisoners to the steam bath?

The man had no cardiac history. Those were his last words, all right?

Uh, anyway, Sarge, they want me to wait one more day

just till they issue the certificate.

Right.

Right. I will.

Okay. Bye.

More?

There's not gonna be any trouble about this, is there?

I wouldn't put it in an extradition manual.

-You are staying here if we need you. -Yes, sir.

How do you like it? The guy went just like that, huh?

It's the way they go.

This is a pretty good argument for enjoying yourself while you can.

Oh, Mikey, nobody gives you a contract for the sunrise.

Hey, why don't you relax and take a steam, huh?

Eh. Maybe later.

(chuckles)

(chattering)

Should have taken the Jefferson Loop.

HARRY: Oh, Corrections has their own routes, Pat.

Yeah, I guess with a guy like Springer, you don't take major thoroughfares.

-(gunfire) -Oh, no!

-No. -(police siren wailing)

PATSY: MB-97! Springer's been shot!

-Suspects fleeing in a white van! -(police siren wailing continues)

License plate "D", David...

19755.

Emergency backup. All units.

WOMAN (on radio): MB-97, what's your location?

MAN (on radio): We're taking him to County General.

How is he? How is he?

MAN: Shot in the head.

WOMAN: MB-97, repeat. What's your location?

PATSY: Um, we're on McCandless Avenue northbound at 155.

(tires squealing)

MB-97 now headed westbound, alley between 155 and 156.

(police siren wailing continues)

-(tires screeching) -Harry, look out!

-PATSY: Come on. -HARRY: I'm going! I'm going!

-(horn honks) -(tires screeching)

Damn!

MAN (on radio): Springer's dead!

(typewriter clacking)

-Nothing. Total loss. -Do we have a perimeter?

Twenty blocks, down to the Avenue "B" overpass.

Captain, they found the van.

Alley off Hudson, 3200 block.

Go. Rush any prints.

Start a house-to-house from the point of the van.

Call Division. We probably could use a helicopter.

Right.

Frank... I have to talk to you.

I have no proof for any of this. It's just for your story.

He said he was hired to kill the mayor by an ex-cop who called himself Fred.

(thuds)

Fred was working for the Barletta brothers.

The guys that restored the Monarch Theater?

Who also, according to Springer, have a high-ranking cop in their pocket.

Springer said it was the same cop that had been spying on Cleveland.

What cop? Does he have a name?

He didn't say, just that there was a high-ranking cop

spying on Cleveland before and after the election.

-Did he say why-- -He said--

Springer said-- And that was the same cop the Barlettas bought.

Did he say anything about why the Barlettas wanted Cleveland killed?

Apparently, they were desperate about the redevelopment.

Cleveland was opposing it,

and they were leveraged past the breaking point.

(clicks tongue)

Including that guy, Biff Lowe, from the nonprofit committee.

So they figured get Deputy Mayor Binachi in their pocket,

-they'd have a pushover. -I don't know.

Did he say anything else about the ex-cop, where they met?

-No. -Did he say why a ranking cop

would wanna be spying on Cleveland and who he was doing it for?

No, really, that's everything.

Frank... Springer was afraid. That's why he told me.

Uh, in case that...

Frank, am I at risk?

There's no way for them to know you had anything to do with Springer.

What about the leaks? What about the cop in the Barlettas' pocket?

The cop isn't in this room, Joyce,

and your association with Terry Springer

-goes only as far as this room. -(knocking)

-Captain, the chief is in your office. -Two seconds, Stan.

Let's get the Barletta brothers in here fast and Biff Lowe.

Does this make me your "Deep Throat," Frank?

(telephones ringing)

No, sir. No way.

Don't give the damn department a break for once.

Don't give us a simple lone assassin.

No, make it a conspiracy with an ex-cop,

throw in my own damn man spying on me for the assassins.

Who was your man, Chief? Who'd you have spying on Ozzie Cleveland?

-A traitor and a Judas... -The name!

...from what it sounds like.

-Who cares? -My informant cares.

My informant doesn't want the word getting back

to the Barletta brothers what we have, neither do I.

It's gonna come out anyway.

And if the Barlettas have a man in Division

and we go after the Barlettas...

(sighs)

Keenan.

Joe Keenan was your campaign plumber?

He wasn't a plumber, Frank.

All right, maybe he conducted

some investigative work for me above and beyond the call.

What are we talking about? Wiretaps?

Theft of papers? Paid informants? Maybe a break-in or two?

You think Ozzie was so clean?

The man had been collecting trash on me for three years.

And for all of this "above and beyond,"

Keenan's reward was special narcotics.

Hey, that's enough.

Well, it seems we have two different problems here,

corruption and finding a couple of killers.

One may be your job, but tracking down these assassins is mine,

and I won't be obstructed.

(paper rustling)

You won't be.

Not by me.

(rustles)

What are these?

My campaign files on Cleveland, everything Joe Keenan ever collected.

A couple folders are marked "Barletta Construction."

For openers,

they gave Ozzie Cleveland 37 large ones in unreported campaign gifts.

Wherever these lead, understood?

Understood.

And not a word to Joe Keenan.

(scoffs) The problem with plumbers, Frank...

you never know whose pipes they're working on.

(door closes)

-Hey, Sarge! -STAN: Hi.

You got a phone call, Sarge.

-Female? -Yeah.

Vera?

Aw, come on. Cut out the heavy breathing, will you?

Vera, is that you?

(telephone thuds)

Excuse me. I'm looking for Sergeant Bates.

Uh, that way. That way.

(chattering)

I'm looking for Sergeant Bates.

Yeah, that's me.

This kid said you were his mother.

Why aren't you in school?

What does this mean?

Kid was busting windows, throwing rocks.

Maybe you ought to sit down with the kid and let him know

if he does it again, he's gonna get charged.

Believe me, I got better things to do than chase delinquents.

He's not a delinquent.

I think I can handle this one from here, Officer.

Keep your nose clean, kid.

Start talking.

First of all, why weren't you in school?

They wanted to put me in remedial.

That's so you can catch up. That is what "remedial" means.

You haven't even been to school for over a year.

What do you think, they're gonna make you the teacher?

I'm smarter than those other kids!

How smart is a kid who doesn't want to go to school,

who doesn't even want to learn?

I told you it wasn't gonna work out.

So why don't we just quit each other?

Oh, perfect, right? What is this, some kind of test?

Were you trying to see how soon you can make me fold my cards?

Is that it? Forget about it.

You are stuck with me, good or bad, like it or not.

(sighs)

A lot of changes the last couple of days.

Yeah.

For both of us.

-(papers rustling) -Let's go.

One, two, three, four, five...

six, seven, eight, nine... 3,000.

Yeah. (sighs)

A little bit unusual for us to pay out in cash,

but we're happy to accommodate.

-Thank you very much, miss. -Congratulations, Mr. Bittar.

Good. For Mr. Lupa, yes?

Armand, Armand, listen. You're dealing with a scoundrel.

You have the money now. Why give it?

-You could as soon throw it in the street. -Kasim, please leave me alone.

Armand, don't do this. It's madness. Armand.

-Kasim. -Listen to sense, please!

Let us try to conduct ourselves in a gentlemanly fashion, shall we?

-No. -Mr. Lupa?

-No! -It is done, Kasim. Stop it!

-You will find it's all there. -Of course it is.

-(mumbles) -You...

You.

You are a leech,

a leech living off the good fortune of others.

(spits)

Well, now, I suppose you want us to walk you to your car, don't you?

No, I can handle it myself from here.

I'll bet you can.

Well, all things considered, I'd call that a pretty fair example

of impromptu community service, wouldn't you?

BOBBY: All in a day's work, son.

The Barlettas consider Ozzie Cleveland, personally, a good friend

and a terrific friend of the Monarch Theater project.

They've had their minor differences, but so what?

Again, who's Fred?

And I said, "Fred who?"

Look, my clients know a lot of people named Fred, Captain.

To their best knowledge, none are ex-cops.

We don't like cops, ex or otherwise.

What about contributions to Ozzie Cleveland's political campaign?

Hey, that guy wants to be mayor.

Why not? They should get a chance to advance themselves.

What do you say we about wrap this thing up, huh, Captain?

I feel simply dreadful about this whole damn business.

I mean, Oz being shot at?

And now, to have this perfectly ludicrous accusation being leveled at me!

FRANK: Let me put it another way.

What can you let us have on your business partners, the Barlettas?

And that is ludicrous, too, may I add. These are first-rate gentlemen.

With whom you have made your financial dealings.

(chuckling) Well, there is certainly no law against that, Captain.

I am a legal investor

with full faith and confidence in the Monarch Theater project.

I have tried my damnedest to do something to help these people,

to help your community, Captain.

And I feel perfectly crucified for it.

My palms bleed for you, Mr. Lowe.

-(telephone ringing) -(chattering)

Shooting, guys. Come with me.

(police siren wails)

-That's the brother-in-law. -What do you think?

I don't see that? You think I don't see that?

He had a pistol and he demanded that I give him back $750.

These officers know what I'm talking about!

These are the officers you talked with before?

Yeah.

-One thing at a time. -(clears throat)

-RENKO: You say he threatened you... -We're in it now, Bobby Hill.

-We're in it now. -We'll talk to the sarge.

We'll talk to him first before anybody, you understand?

Yeah, I understand real good. I understand real good.

I understand everything.

It is a wonderful thing to win this moneys, isn't it?

I am a lucky man.

(voice breaking) This was supposed to be the best day...

the best day of my life.

My winnings will pay for his funeral.

I didn't tell her.

I have to tell my sister that her husband...

is dead.

Would you like for us--

You have done enough already, yes?

Yes?

I think so. I think so.

(indistinct talking on police radio)

(slow jazz music playing)

Hi.

Hi.

Are you going to ask me to sit down?

Sit.

-Do I know you? -I know you a little bit.

-From where? -From this morning.

I saw you win the jackpot.

You became a cowboy since then.

(chuckles)

I just, uh, bought this, you know.

If I'd have known, I'd have worn my cowgirl outfit.

(chuckling) Who are you? What's going on?

What do you think?

I think you're trying to pick me up.

How am I doing?

Pretty good.

Seven out, flying away. Last comes and they do not get paid.

I don't believe this.

They're coming out.

Crap, 11, any seven, two, three, and 12...

-They're coming out on the front lines. -Hiya, Joey.

What are you doing here?

What happened to your prisoner?

Oh. He croaked.

Do you believe that?

(laughs)

Oh, hey, come here.

I wanna borrow your room key.

Are you shooting, sir?

-No, pass the dice. -New shooter's coming out.

Yeah, I can see where you'd need it.

Mm-mm-mm. Incorrecto.

-Look, I'm not your warden. -MAN: Crap 11.

Hey, listen, do you think you could let me hold another hundred?

-MAN: Five is the number. -Correcto!

Ah, great. Thanks.

Thank you.

MAN: Come bet, feel bet. Five is the line, place the nine.

-Change. -MAN: You gonna come bet or feel bet?

(door opens, closes)

You travel heavy, Mick.

Oh, no, no.

Didn't I explain that to you?

Mm-mm.

Oh.

Well...

-(thuds) -it's just my buddy's stuff...

and they're all downstairs.

Then we have the place to ourselves.

Would you look at this? Isn't this something?

I mean, this is elegant in the extremes.

Mm-hmm.

It's pretty nice.

Well... shall we get comfortable?

(groans) Oh, boy.

(chuckles) Whew.

I'm gonna tell you something.

What?

I can't go to bed with you 'cause I got a girlfriend.

I don't kiss and tell, Mick.

(both laugh)

(snorts, laughs) I know.

I can't.

But I wanna take care of your time.

Okay.

(clears throat)

Okay, you got to tell me what's right.

(sighs) Well, I gotta say $200.

Oh, boy.

(chuckles) Ooh.

Thank you.

(sighs) I wish that you'd have let me earn it, Mick.

You don't understand.

You did.

I had such a terrific time.

Oh, boy.

Oh!

(sighs)

You want me to take your boots off?

Why don't you reach around and pat yourselves on the back, fellas?

Or are you expecting me to do it for you?

No, Sarge. It just seemed like the best way, you know?

Of course, one foot in front of the other,

ordinary police work, obviously, wasn't in order.

You had to shortcut the whole process--

Sarge, we aren't denying that we were wrong,

but there was no way for us to know that.

Get it through your skulls, you're out there to catch 'em.

That's it. King Solomons, you ain't.

We already got guys get paid for that. They wear black robes.

Look, we had a situation. We thought it over.

We done the best we could, okay?

Why didn't you ask him

if he'd trade off his sister's husband for money straight up?

Think he'd go for that?

Maybe we're not blessed with 20-20 hindsight like you are!

If you're gonna start dishing out your own brand of justice,

you better make damn well sure you do--

Real easy when you're sitting behind a desk all day.

You wasn't there!

Lucky for you I wasn't, pal, 'cause you'd get busted

down to school patrol so fast your eyes would spin!

It was bonehead, get it?

No excuses, no nothing, bonehead, the both of you.

We get a complaint from a citizen, it goes to IAD,

your whole damn careers could hang by a thread.

Maybe it goes to IAD anyway.

You sit down and you write it up, you get it to me in 20 minutes.

And don't you ever jump back at me like that again.

I was out there pounding the beat

when you were crawling up your mama's drapes.

Twenty minutes.

(door opens, closes)

FRANK: How bad? Is he conscious?

(bangs on door)

I'll be right there. Stay on top of ballistics.

In the "small-world" department, try this one on for size.

A man keels over with a coronary

as he's about to board a plane for St. Louis.

No ID, just a ticket and a baggage claim.

Buried under the shirts and stuff is a recently-fired Uzi.

-The gun that killed Terry Springer? -Well, they're testing it, but I'd say so.

Also in the suitcase are a wallet and a passport...

Jerry Fuchs.

You're kidding? Jerry Fuchs?

A.K.A. Fred.

(monitor beeping)

Jerry.

Frank.

(scoffs)

Do you believe this?

One minute I'm running to catch a plane,

next thing I'm flat on my face sucking floor.

We have your suitcase, we have your weapon, and we have you.

Frank, please, listen to me.

Save the excuses, Jerry.

Don't take that tone with me.

I ain't the only one involved here.

Who else?

It's gonna cost you, Frank.

You may have my ticket, but you ain't gonna punch it.

We got more business to do on this than you could (coughs)

possibly imagine.

(door creaks)

Whatever business it is, Captain, it, uh, it'll have to wait.

(monitor beeping)

(chattering)

This is not going to IAD.

Probably this nutball gets himself shot no matter what you do.

But understand one thing...

you disrespected the process.

Judgment call, Sarge.

Nobody's gonna shut you down for a judgment call.

That's 80 percent of it out there.

But you make a judgment call, you better ask yourself one question.

What does Sergeant Stan Jablonski do in the same situation?

'Cause I'm gonna hold you accountable for it every time.

Got that clear?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

So, good night.

Good night.

Uh, Sarge (clears throat)

Um...

Could we buy you a beer?

Maybe some other time.

Mick!

What are you doing here? Judas!

Where's your prisoner, Mick?

(wheezes, coughs)

He croaked.

Who dressed you in the cowboy suit?

(groans)

-Oh, no. -What?

-Oh, no! -HOWARD: What?

My money's gone. She robbed me!

Mick, uh, I wouldn't put out any APB's just yet.

(chattering)

-Let's go. -Hey, Mick, what's goin' on?

-Want a card, sir? -He does not want a card!

-You got a problem, fellas? -Yes, we do.

We got a problem. I want that money back.

I don't want him playing this hand.

But the cards have been dealt.

This guy is a thief. He's playing with stolen money.

Fold 'em up.

Take it out of the casino, will you?

(coins jangling)

Go ahead, explain it to me.

-Well, I didn't steal your money. -You're a liar.

LaRue said you went upstairs dead broke,

and when you came back down, you were betting hundreds.

Yeah, all right, I took your money, but I was gonna pay you back.

Just give me what's left.

MAN: Good evening.

It's 500 bucks.

Five hundred?

What the hell happened to the rest of it?

That's all there is.

You lost over $3,000?

Yeah, well, I was down to $100, and I started to come back.

-Will you just let me keep playing? -The hell with you!

I'm begging you, give me a chance to just win it back at least!

Or lose the rest of it!

-It's a lousy 500 bucks, man! -You know how long it takes me?

It takes me two weeks to take home 500 lousy bucks!

Hey, Mick, Mick, come on! Let me play with what's left, man.

-Stay away from me! -Hey, take it easy, Joe.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

(closing theme playing)