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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

On behalf of our dedicated associates
Anthony and Phillip Barletta,

long live the Monarch.

-(gunshots)
-He's been hit!

-(grunts)
-I got the gun!

Springer said he was hired
to kill the mayor

by an ex-cop who called himself Fred.

(machine-gun fire)

Springer's been shot.

Frank, am I at risk?

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

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

-You're going to Las Vegas tonight?
-Yup.

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

That's got to be from Leo.

He's like a new man.

-Thank you.
-(bell rings)

-We got a problem here?
-He's playing with stolen money.

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

-(overlapping conversations)
-Item three, Thanksgiving Day parade.

This'll be duty downtown
out of a Division command post.

Uh, check the board for your assignments.

From what I'm told, the mayor is going
to be marching in the parade today,

which, considering he was shot at
just yesterday,

that, uh--
this individual shows me something.

Uh, regarding the ongoing
investigation of that incident,

uh, those of you who were in on it,
uh, you know the score.

Uh, Division has asked
for a press blackout, okay?

-Okay!
-(chuckling)

Item four. On account of the holiday,
S.I.D. is emergency only.

Uh, Victims' Aid is closed
for the long weekend.

Uh, Mrs. Furillo asked me
to read the following.

"Officers should inform any detainees
who are being released today

"that they can get a free
Thanksgiving dinner

"at any of the Friends of America
missions.

The nearest one to this precinct
is 127 and Jerome."

(indistinct murmurings)

Item five.

Uh...

This is a personal matter.

Now, for the last several days,
as many of you know,

I've been receiving
telephone communications

from a certain individual who--
who maybe is a little disturbed.

Now, this matter is between myself
and the party in question, nobody else's.

Now, today I come in and I find
that somebody's been leaving messages or--

or calling the front desk
with some filthy stuff

which even this individual,
in her lowest moment, would not stoop to.

I don't know who's been doing it,
but I want you to know

there's nothing funny
about this situation.

I find out who's behind it,
we're gonna go at it.

I don't care who,
I don't care where, that's it.

Item six.

Here's hoping you and yours
have a happy and a safe holiday.

That'll do it.

Let's get out there. Let's do it to them
before they do it to us.

WOMAN: Have a good holiday, too, sir.

I hope you plan on being there
exactly at 5:00,

because Daryl Ann's
got this day worked out

-like an airline schedule.
-We'll be there.

First thing I'm gonna do
is watch the Lions-Packers.

Then we're gonna eat ourselves
into a turkey torpor,

and then put the baby to bed

just in time to watch the rerun
of The Osmonds Go To Plymouth.

Osmonds?

-She loves the Osmonds.
-I hate the Osmonds.

Well, I like 'em, and it's my house.

-Frank?
-Happy Thanksgiving, Henry.

Uh, thanks. Listen...

Jerry Fuchs died about an hour ago.

Hospital just called.

Coronary.

Not to squelch an appropriate
period of grieving,

but he was our best witness
in the Cleveland case.

Well, chief's coming in around 10:00.
We're going to talk about it.

I mean, I just hope this doesn't put
the weight back on Joyce.

It shouldn't. It won't.

-Sarge?
-What?

Just got another call for you.

What is this?
They don't leave a name,

and all they say is "ha, ha, ha"?

No, the message was... (breathing heavily)

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)

That moron. That twerp.

That hangdog, shuffling,
little mediocrity.

-Chief?
-Fuchs, Jerry Fuchs.

-Now he's croaked?
-Seems so.

The one time in his life he does
something with some guts.

You mean murder Terry Springer?

So he stepped in a jackpot.

At least he could've stayed alive
long enough to testify,

give a deposition, some damned thing.

-Where do we stand?
-On the Barlettas?

Without Fuchs,
I'd say our best bet is Biff Lowe.

Do we have anything to turn him?

We could say Fuchs implicated him.

He scared, I know that.
He has a stockbroker for a lawyer.

Do it.

Mayo, Garibaldi,

let's get Thomas Lowe
in here for questioning.

-The Biffer. Let's go.
-Yes.

Captain? Sy Beckman,
Beckman Universal Travel.

Mr. Beckman.

Uh, your detectives LaRue and Washington
recovered tickets

that got stolen from my agency
a couple days ago.

-Glad they could help.
-So was I.

I was so glad, I gave them a deal
on some airfares,

which Detective LaRue showed his gratitude
by paying me off on the Firestone layaway.

-He bounced a check?
-Six round trips to Las Vegas.

I'm sure it was unintentional.

Oh, oversights happen, Captain.

But you pay off Beckman
with overdrawn paper,

Beckman pulls the return on your ticket.

And if your guys find another way back,

ask Detective LaRue
to get in touch with me.

I'll have him call you first thing.

Our sick cops were convalescing
in Las Vegas.

Is that so?

Get a message to them through Mick.

Tell them I want to see them
as soon as they land.

Will do. Vegas, there's one bug
I never caught.

-Just try to reach Mick, huh?
-Will do.

Captain, this Horvath woman,
she's not letting up.

Uh, have you been able to talk
to Division?

-I have a call in.
-I appreciate it.

Don't want to bother you.

Oh, Raymondo,
would you happen to have room

in your travel bag for my slippers?

I'm afraid not, Howard.

-Good morning, Mick.
-Where the hell's all the towels?

(knock on door)

(bag zips)

-Good morning, Joseph.
-Lieutenant.

Good morning, Joe.

-Can I talk to you a second, Mick?
-We got nothing to talk about.

Why don't we wait for you downstairs?

I thought we'd leave
for the airport about 0800.

(door closes)

Hey, would you look at me?

Come on, Mick.
We know each other a long time.

I don't know you at all.

Hey-- w-what are you, so perfect

that you never went off
the deep end just a little bit?

I was never a thief.

I'm not a thief!

I'm just somebody who went a little nuts,

somebody who-- who tapped out
all of his plastic

and decided just to take
your money without asking,

and somebody that doesn't know
how long it's gonna take,

but-- but who's gonna pay you back
if it kills him.

Honest to God, Mick, I'm sorry.

Well, at least it's no food
out of anybody's mouth.

Maybe you'd better go pack.

(indistinct conversations)

Hey, hi, you guys.

-Good morning, gentlemen.
-You okay? Lieutenant.

Myrna?

Mrs. Schnitz, are you all right?

No, Lieutenant, I'm not all right.

I was lying through my teeth yesterday.

I'm broke.

My boyfriend took a powder on me,
I'm so homesick I could bust,

and then I read this sweet guy's letter.

I have a little over 70 dollars.

I thought if you could lend me the rest,
I'd fly home with you.

Well, uh, Myrna...

I'm sorry, but the fickle instruments
of chance have, uh...

Would 20 dollars help?

I-I could wire you the money
as soon as I get home.

You guys got your room keys?

-Hello, Mrs. Schnitz.
-Hi, Mick.

Here you go.

Hey, listen, uh, we made a couple calls.

-Pay me later.
-Here.

-Uh, Belker checking out of 306 and 307.
-(beeping)

Those rooms are comped, Mr. Belker.

I show three dollars and 20 cents
for the phone calls.

(indistinct conversations)

-I'll have your receipt in just a--
-Forget it.

What's going on with Coffey?

Uh, Joe just sold his plane ticket
to Myrna,

-said he'd catch a later flight.
-MYRNA: Is that okay?

Uh, I'll see you guys at the airport.

(indistinct chattering)

Come on, seven!

Eleven a winner.

DEALER: Front line win eleven.

Eleven's good enough. Eleven will do.

Eleven a winner. Pay to line.

MAN: Play the field. Play the field.

DEALER: Now we got a shooter, folks.

Stay away from me, Mick.

DEALER: Come on out.
Same good shooter now.

-All right. Shoot to 70.
-DEALER: Go get 'em, sir.

Come on, seven!

Six-- six a point.
Who wants the hard way now?

All right, give me, uh, all the numbers.

COFFEY: What are you doing here?
You're bothering me. Get lost.

See, I get the feeling
that if you don't come home with us,

I don't know when you're gonna come home.

So I'm just gonna stand here
and wait for you.

DEALER: Are you shooting, sir?

Come on, six!

This is Mr. Lowe.

-Interrogation.
-Come on.

This is Deep Throat here,
in disguise to protect myself

from those evil Barletta brothers.

I promised you you're not a witness.

I heard about Jerry Fuchs.

Captain, Thomas Lowe, Interrogation.

That's our bait, not you.

-Sarge?
-Huh?

Another message.

-Breathin'?
-No, speaking.

She says she's coming up to see you.

-No.
-That's what she says.

THOMAS: Captain,
this had better be damned good.

Of all the cheap, bottom-drawer theatrics
to pull me out

right in front of my family,

-my mother--
-Save it, Biff.

On the subject of Anthony
and Phillip Barletta

and the Monarch Redevelopment,
I said all I had to say yesterday.

Then listen.
Jerry Fuchs died this morning,

but not before naming you
and the Barlettas.

Naming me in what damn thing?

For the attempted murder
of Mayor Cleveland

and the murder of Terry Springer.

You've got bats in your attic, Captain.

I don't even know who a Jerry Fuchs is.
I've never met the gentleman.

-FRANK: Know Joe Keenan?
-Who?

You're appalling. Book him.

Book me? Book me for what?

To put me in a-- in a city jail
rampant with rats and homosexuality?

Help us against the Barlettas,
and we'll get you a bail you can make.

Oh, is that how you coerce
your confessions, Captain?

To put a man among
hardened criminals to be raped?

That is a civil suit, Captain.

Even the threat of that is a civil suit.

Corrections isn't my department,
Counselor.

(whispering)

Now-- now...

With-without admitting one damn thing,

how could I, uh, do my citizen's duty?

Wear a wire.

Provide us with taped conversations

in which the Barlettas confess
to the plot against Cleveland.

-We want full immunity.
-Too much.

Immunity from incriminations
when you wear the wire, that's it.

Plus the bail, a reasonable bail.

And I want time to explain
all this to my family, to Mommy.

Oh, this is bloody awful.

Set him up, Harry.

-(woman talking indistinctly on radio)
-Let me see.

Now, there's gonna be
Daryl Ann's mama and daddy

-and her aunt and uncle from Chesterfield.
-Mm-hmm.

And her two cousins-- Wait till you
eyeball some of these people.

Ooh! Sounds like a night to remember.

Yeah. They're even gonna
bring out the old uncle

who got shell-shocked
at the Bataan Death March.

You mean the one who stands outside

-pushing a rake?
-Yeah.

WOMAN (over radio)
All units in the city. Dekker and 135th.

Man creating a disturbance,
menacing a school vehicle.

Respond.

-2202 in response.
-The one with the rake? (laughs)

(siren wailing)

He shot arrows at our tires.

-Will you look at this? What is this?
-(horn honks)

-Everybody okay?
-I think so.

-He's right up the street.
-(motorcycle engine revving)

Let's go, Renko.

(siren wailing)

RENKO: 2202 in pursuit of an individual
on a motor-driven bike

north on 135.

He's wearing a-an Indian get-up.
Turn left in here.

-(sirens wailing)
-(man whooping)

BOBBY: There goes the shocks, buddy.

MAN: Ah! (shouting indistinctly)

RENKO: I hate this holiday.

-Hey!
-(man shouting indistinctly)

Get off the bike!

He's going that way. Cut across.

-Cut across on him.
-I got it, I got it.

(whooping)

RENKO: Hey, pal!

Okay, pal, get off that bike right now!
Get off of it!

You're gonna run into the wall here
and kill somebody!

I want you to get off that bike right now!

I demand you get off that bike!

(siren wailing)

You get off that bike
or I'm gonna run you down, bud!

RENKO: Get alongside of him!

-Get alongside of him!
-BOBBY: What're you gonna do?

(grunts) Fly, Thunderbolt!

Be swift like a deer!

-(man whooping continues)
-Hey!

RENKO: That's it for you, pal!
That's it! That's all!

All right, I'm gonna pull over
to the side!

You pull over right now.
Bobby, pull this thing over!

Pull it over here! Pull it over!

-Now, Mr. Cochise...
-What?

You are under arrest, pal!
Get off this bike right now!

Get off of it! Get off the bike.

Cochise, you have the right
to remain silent...

Yes! Arrest me!

-If you give up that right...
-Sure. Arrest me. Persecute me.

Maybe to yourself you're Mr. Cochise,

but to me and my partner,
you're just a hop!

-...court of law.
-Do you understand that?

Hey, mister, you really an Indian?

Run, children. Run to your houses.

...a court will appoint one for--

-Oh, the bow!
-What?

-The bow got me.
-Bow. Bow. Bow.

I'm gonna call Daryl Ann.

Studio publicist hands me a sheet,

tells me, "Tomorrow you'll visit
such-and-such a school."

I enjoy addressing our young people,
but usually she's there to prep me.

I've represented you before.

MAN: At Wounded Knee.

I've been in all major demonstrations.

As a movie star,
I'm able to galvanize public attention.

The last time it was
Duncan Renaldo, the Cisco Kid.

People frequently confuse me.

I'm Jeff Chandler.

Perhaps you saw my movie, Broken Arrow.

No, no, no.

The Cisco Kid, A.K.A. Jack Webb,

A.K.A. Gale Storm,
real name, Alan Branford.

You are so very beautiful.

I would have thought
your last brush with the law

would've put an end to these
impersonations, Mr. Branford.

You remind me of Irene Dunne in The Squaw.

Could we focus attention here?

Firing arrows at a bus
loaded with children

qualifies you for a felony.

I did not fire at the whole bus,
only the tires.

-Regardless--
-You must help me escape from here.

I must ride in the parade.

The parade is out. Look, Mr. Branford,

you're conceivably facing a jail term

on endangerment
and possession of a weapon.

What do you want me to do?

If you'll agree to reimburse the driver
for the loss of his tire,

-he may decline to prosecute.
-That's no problem.

I'd also like to petition the court
to arrange for psychiatric counseling.

That will not be necessary.

I'm already on a day pass
from the halfway house.

They let you out?

It's Thanksgiving.

So we asked ourselves,
what would Jablo do?

-Bus driver pressing charges?
-No.

So you busted him,
you put the fear of God in him.

Now let him out.

Let him thank God
somebody's letting him go.

Go home. Have your turkey.

Miss Davenport, the sarge says
we're kicking this guy.

You're a fortunate man, Mr. Branford.

I, uh, I can go?

That's right. Do not go to the parade.

You've been so kind.

Um, I wonder, uh...

If I could invite you to...

have, uh, Thanksgiving dinner with me.

Thank you, but I plan to be
with my husband.

-Perhaps another time.
-Thank you, though.

You want a free feed, pal?

Friends of America mission
on Jerome Avenue.

Well, thank you. Uh, where is Thunderbolt?

MEL TILLIS (recording):
Hi, I'm-- I'm-- I am Mel...Tillis.

I want you folks
to watch your children carefully

and... and... (stammering)

What are you guys still doing here?

J.D. paid the travel agent
with a rubber check.

-I'm never gonna get out of this town!
-Now, now, Myrna.

There's still over an hour left
before the next flight.

LARUE: I'm gonna get this
straightened out!

Just wire us the money.

Any Western Union office.
They got one around here.

Maybe I can help out with that, J.D.

Oh, you sexy thing.

Excuse me. Here's your coffee, sir.

Thank you very much.

-And a Coke.
-Thank you.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT (over P.A.):
Complimentary drinks include

sparkling water, soft drinks,
orange or tomato juice,

-coffee, tea, or milk...
-(sighs)

Hey, Mick, have you ever seen
anybody that hot on a craps table?

I never saw craps before.

You mean that's why you didn't get on me?

What do you mean?

I mean, I was throwing numbers
for an hour and a half.

I mean, you never placed one bet.

I didn't know you didn't know the game.

I wasn't there to win money.
I was there to bring you home.

RAY: I just figured it out, Howard.

This is what I'm going to tell Rosa.

I arrived in Austin.
I saw that my cousin was head of--

Raymondo, you seem to dwell
in blissful ignorance

that the telephone was ever invented.

-Certainly Rosa can call your cousin.
-What would you do, Howard?

I'd tell the truth
and face the consequences

or think up a better alibi.

I am trying.

LARUE (scoffs): You believe
that travel agent?

After we nearly break our backs
getting his tickets back for him.

-Shouldn't have bounced the check, J.D.
-I did not bounce a check.

There were insufficient funds.

We paid you the dough, man.

I was gonna put the money in the bank
the day we got back.

That guy must've sprinted
over to my branch.

Oh, God.

What's the matter, Myrna?

-I'm scared.
-LARUE: Scared of what?

-That Leo won't want me back.
-Are you kidding?

That guy was like an Olympic torchbearer.

And how about that letter
he sent you, huh?

I didn't read it, but it sure
smelled like he wanted you.

I'm pregnant.

Uh... hey, would anybody like some water?

(sobs)

CAPTAIN (over P.A.):
If you look out your windows

on the starboard side of the plane,

you will see the great Salt Lake of Utah.

Judas. I wish these fellows would realize

that we don't want them
to be tour directors

and just fly the aircraft.

You might have noticed a little bump
as we got airborne back in Las Vegas.

The Vegas tower informs us
we lost some rubber on one of our wheels.

Now, we're not concerned about it,
but we are going to take the precautions

for what's called
an "other-than-normal landing."

Uh-oh.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct voices over radio)

Doghouse to Rover, he's in.

I'm sorry. I, uh...

I'm awfully sorry, but we have to talk.

How about a shot of this?

There.

It's 107 proof.

Seven years old.

-(glass clinks)
-Salud.

-(Lowe coughs)
-(chuckles) Like cream, huh?

I love this stuff.

They got Fuchs.

Oh, brother.

He had a heart attack at the airport.

Keenan doesn't know how much he said.

He died this morning.

You know something, Tony?

-You are stupid.
-Oh, come on.

This was the stupidest damned thing.

I said it from the beginning,
why shoot him?

Why bring the crap down on all of us?

So you pay the man a half a million bucks.

-Oh, shut up!
-PHILLIP: I won't shut up!

You think Cleveland wouldn't
have moved for a half a million...

Doghouse to Rover, go.

All right, police. Freeze.
Get your hands up.

-You're busted.
-Nobody move. Nobody move.

-PHILLIP: You got a warrant?
-Yeah.

Hey, Biff, you been goofing with us here?

You're dead if you did, man.
You're one dead goofball.

-MAYO: Shut up.
-Oh, and what are you?

You're street scum.
There, I said it and I'm glad.

All right, Mr. Lowe,
let's get out of here.

I hated doing business with you.

I hated being in the same
restaurants with you.

I hate your loud, vulgar talk.

I hate your damn foods, too,
your pitiful excuse for red wine,

your cuff links the size of golf balls.

All right.

Larceny of a gas credit card.

Complainant's a john
who doesn't want to press.

Also we found some of these works on her.

-Residue of a controlled substance.
-Name.

-Name, please.
-Uh, Sally.

You said it was Vivian.

She said it was Vivian DeWitt.

I'll need an address, Ms. DeWitt.

Ms. DeWitt?

You'd better move her.

Hold it just a second. Wait a minute.

-Did you say DeWitt?
-Yeah.

-Ms. DeWitt?
-Uh, yes.

Do you have three children?

-Do you have three children?
-What's that about?

I'm asking you, three kids.
Do you have a son named Fabian?

What those children gone and done now?

As soon as she gets done being processed,
I want to talk to her.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

My children are old
and grown now. (chuckles)

Jackie and Sonya, they were wild ones.

I never could get them to mind.

But now, Fabian, that's my baby.

Do you know where they are now?

Um...

My cousin told me...

Jackie died...

and she said Fabian's in a foster home.

-Ms. DeWitt...
-Huh?

Fabian is with me.

-Say what?
-Fabian, he lives with me.

How come he's living
with some cop now, huh?

Because he didn't have a parent.

Because I agreed to be a foster parent.

You took my child?

I didn't take your child.
You abandoned him.

He was committing crimes.
He was gonna go to reform school.

I was, uh...

Gonna take 'em all down... North Carolina,

me and my family.

How long have you been an addict?

Long time.

Always been.

How many days I'm gonna get?

Complainant didn't press charges.

You just had works.

If you go in the detox program,

you can probably get... probation.

-Fabian don't take no drugs?
-BATES: No.

How's he doing?

He's fine. It's a little tough right now.

Keep him home with you, then.

I guess that'll be all right, then.

Do you--

Do you want me to tell him
that he can come see you?

Just tell him, uh...

be a good boy,

and as soon as I'm right,

I'm gonna come and see him real soon.

Yeah.

-Yeah...
-Okay.

No, no.

You know what?

Don't even... tell him you saw me.

No...

-(siren wailing)
-(tires screeching)

-(indistinct chattering)
-MAN: Please! Please listen to me!

RENKO: What's going on, pal?

Guy's in there in an Indian suit
causin' a ruckus.

-What? What?
-Cochise. Cochise. Cochise. Let's go.

Everyone, stop eating or the woman dies.

-Listen to me!
-WOMAN: Would you let me go, please?

All of us are Indians inside,
wild, proud, gentle.

I do not want to hurt you.

The Indian has lived in peace
for many moons.

Mr. Cochise...

Come no closer.

Would you please tell him who I am?

He thinks I'm Debra Paget.

I have come to reclaim my wife.

You will learn to ride bareback.

Cochise, you're not taking
anybody anywhere.

You take that tomahawk
and you put it down now, pal.

Uh... it's only rubber.

It's... the miracle of film.

Rubber?

(groans)

(cheers and applause)

FLIGHT ATTENDANT: Those of you
who are unable to grab your ankles,

fold your arms on the seat in front of you
and press your head against it.

All sharp objects out
of your pockets, sir?

Yeah. Uh... you nervous?

A little.

You think this is bad, you ought to try
a dogfight with a V.C. pilot.

You flew jets in the war?

Over 80 missions, and you can believe me
when I tell you

that it's no tea party
when they shoot off your, uh, tail thing,

you know, the flippers
on the back of the plane.

You'll have to excuse me, sir.

Wait. Wait just a minute.

Okay, now, suppose we're gonna buy it.

What do you think would be
the best possible thing to be doing

when we check out?

You've got no chance, sir-- zero.

CAPTAIN (over P.A.):
We're in our final approach now, folks.

I would like to remind all you passengers
to stay in your seats...

You believe this, Mick?

I come home from Vegas up 3,600,

you got your five grand...

Who's that to?

I'm writing to Robin.

(whistling)

We're 50 feet from the ground.

CAPTAIN (over P.A.): I'm now going to ask
the flight attendants to take their seats,

(whistling)

and everyone get ready
to assume the position...

He's over water.

-Over water.
-(whistling continues)

-Over land.
-How about over runway?

Let's assume the position,
ladies and gentlemen.

Let's bend over...

LARUE: And kiss our butts goodbye.

Barlettas get conspiracy to commit murder.

GARIBALDI: Add an attempted bribery
on the way over.

I asked you how much you make!

You asked us if we'd like
to double what we make.

Lowe is charged with attempted bribery
of a public official.

Barletta brothers.

-The mayor.
-Something we can help you with, sir?

I just wanted to look at the scum
that tried to have me killed.

What happened to the
"innocent until convicted" here?

You'll get your day in court, Phil.
This is just a bonus!

-(grunts)
-FRANK: Easy. Easy.

-Ozzie...
-You want some, Tony?

They think you're meat.

You're either part of their plan
or part of the problem.

Pretty stupid, huh?

Nobody likes being shot at.

I heard they owned someone
in the Division.

(knock on door)

Oh?

Frank, Biff Lowe tried to croak himself.

He tried to eat his shirt.

I feel wicked awful.

Stan?

-Hi.
-Vera, what do you want from me?

I... I want to talk.

Downstairs.

(sighs) Okay, Vera, talk.

I've, uh...

I've had these troubles lately, Stan.

And I-- what the doctor said
was that I have, uh...

I have trouble expressing my feelings.

And so I express them in a-- in a--

-in a--
-Inappropriately.

Inappropriate, thank you, ways.

Like with you, like I have been,
you know, fighting and all.

So what they said was
I should express my feelings.

-That was in this therapy I had, you know?
-Uh-huh.

I was always unlucky in love,

and working close together like we were,

when I began to feel
about you the way I did.

I thought, "No, Vera, no.
Not never, not no how."

But then, about two years ago,
I began to have some hope.

Why was that?

The Memorial Day picnic,
during the softball game,

you came over and had a beer,

-standing there under the grandstand.
-I did?

It wasn't anything you said.

It was what I felt from you.

Now, Vera, wait, I--

And then last year,
when my dad passed away,

and you sent me that sweet note.

Hey, your old man died,
so I bought you a card.

That's right. And that was sweet.

And I began to realize
that you were feeling what I was, Stan.

But, you see, I-I...

I... I could never express it right...

'cause of my-- 'cause of my troubles.

(sighs)

So that's what I'm trying to do.

I'm trying to tell you... I love you.

And I'm feeling, maybe, pretty sure...

that you love me, too.

Doctors told you to do this?

They urged me to.

They insisted.

Vera, I thought we hated each other.

No, it was love-hate.

See, that's what they told me--

that there's a very thin line
between them.

Vera, hold on. (stammers)
Hold on, there, a second.

Let me ask you something.

Uh, these doctors, if they're telling you
that you're well enough

to say what you're saying,

you must be well enough
to hear something from me.

What?

Do I love you?

No. That's no.

And I don't know how you could,
even for one second, think that, Vera.

I don't mean to be unkind,

but to be even talking this way
strikes me as being completely zooey.

But can we talk about it?

Yeah, we can talk about it
from now till next Tuesday.

It isn't gonna do any good.
It's a mistake.

It is a misunderstanding, Vera,
somehow, on your part.

I-- that's all there is to say.

I'm sorry.

I guess, in the back of my mind,
I kind of expected this.

I'm glad to hear you say that.

Oh, well.

So, um...

you're gonna be having dinner
with your-- with your family?

Go ahead, you go,
you have a good dinner, huh.

I mean, there's no reason
we can't be friends, is there?

That's-that's an improvement,
anyway, isn't it?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, that's good. That's good.

Okay, uh, you take care now.

-Thanks, Stan.
-Okay, Vera.

I hope everything works out for you, okay?

Okay.

WOMAN: I'm at home...

-No, Stan, it's not enough!
-(gunshots)

Ah!

(dramatic music playing)

No.

-(door opens)
-...back here on time.

Leo! Leo, you'll never guess
what just happened to us!

Oh, my god.

I'm sorry, Captain. I'm sorry for it all.

You have nothing to apologize for, Stan.

-I brought it up to you.
-And I didn't take it seriously enough.

Who could've seen this coming?

-You feeling all right?
-I feel a little weak, a little dizzy.

Have a seat.

You never know what's in people's minds.

You're asking, "What time is it?"

They're hearing, "Oh, promise me."

Maybe you should lie down awhile, Stan.

Are we that much out in left field?

Are we that much strangers
with each other?

(sobs) I never knew what was in her heart.

-Look at me-- I'm crying like a baby here.
-Just take it easy.

(breathing shakily) Excuse me.

I got to make my statement.

Do it tomorrow.

Never put off till tomorrow.

She hears that, she thinks,
"He's trying to say he loves me."

(scoffs)

(clears throat) Is Leo Schnitz here?

-Who's asking?
-His wife.

-Myrna?
-(chuckles) Leo.

(chuckles)

-Can you watch the desk for a few minutes?
-Yes.

(door closes)

(sighs)

You look so handsome, Leo.

You got my letter.

Did you really mean what you said
about coming home?

No matter what, that you'd still love me?

That part most of all,
from the bottom of my heart.

God, you're a very special man, Leo.

I leave you for someone else,

and then I show up a year later
begging you to take me back.

I begged you to come back,
no questions asked.

Oh, there'll be questions, Leo,

like how come I'm putting on weight.

I never asked before. Why would I ask now?

I was never pregnant before.

Pregnant?

Oh, boy.

(sighs)

Look, I'd understand
if you don't want me back.

But I do.

I'd also understand
if you want me to have an abortion.

I don't.

We're not kids, Leo,
and it isn't your baby.

I can love it like my own,

-like I love you.
-(laughs)

Oh, God, I don't deserve you, Leo,

but if you still want me back
after all this,

I'll never leave you again.

This had better be good.

Captain?

Uh, I was there
on legitimate police business.

Taking your prisoner to a health spa
for a fatal coronary

does not exactly conform to policy, Mick.

(snickers)

As for the rest of you, I expect you
to take the last 48 hours

as personal rather than sick days.

Well, I, for one, did that exactly, Frank.

I didn't misrepresent my absence.

You didn't represent it at all, Howard.

In the last 48 hours,

we've had an attempt
on Ozzie Cleveland's life,

two homicides,

and we've been seriously understaffed
in three tactical situations.

Our PBA contract does give us
personal days, Captain.

And decent concern for the people
you work with says

you don't lie and call in sick
at the last minute

leaving us no way to compensate.

I hope you all did better than you look.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I came down to get you,

just wanted to make sure
you get home on time.

The turkey's in the oven.

Well, it's gonna be a little while, um...

Joe just got back from Vegas,

and he's gonna come over, too, so.

You mad at me?

No, I'm not. (chuckles) I'm not.

Was it something that I did,

or are you having
second thoughts about it?

No, I'm not having second thoughts.

Something ain't right.

You better sit down.

-What?
-Sit down for a second.

-Your mom was in here.
-What?

Your mom was in here. She got arrested.

Where is she? Where can I see her?

Well, she's not here right now.
They already took her downtown.

Downtown? Why didn't you tell me?

Fabian, I wanted to. I mean, I--

You should've told me!

Hey, Big Fabe.

We having dinner at your crib
tonight or what?

I can't!

JOE: What's with the kid?

BATES: It's a long story, Joe.
Do me a favor and let it go.

-About dinner...
-I know.

I'm sorry.

Forget it, Leo. Don't worry about it.

It's all right.

WOMAN: N737492, Vivian DeWitt.

Possession of drug paraphernalia.

Miss DeWitt, what's your pleasure?

(Branford chanting in Native American)

Can somebody shut that loony up?

Your Honor, my client would like
a detox program.

No takers for the Oberman
turkey-day special?

What's that?

You pay your ten dollar fine, you go home.

If you want the program,
you'll be in jail till Monday.

Mama.

Program, Your Honor.

Want the drug-free.

All right. Remand till Monday
for Meadowvale screening.

-Marked papers "court recommended."
-(gavel bangs)

-JUDGE: Next case.
-Mama.

Don't be bothering yourself, now. Go on.

Maybe I'll see you
when you get out, all right?

That's right.

This was great.

Everything was great.

The sweet potatoes were overdone.

(mumbles mockingly)

Everything was perfect.

(sighs)

-What's the matter?
-Nothing.

Don't say "nothing."
Something's the matter.

Come on. What's the matter?

-I'm sorry if I've been poor company.
-No.

I can't think how to do this.

I don't know how to do this
and not hurt you.

Do what?

I want us to stop seeing each other, Mick.

Look, if this is about Las Vegas,
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

No, I am. I really am.

I'm sorry that, uh, I made you
miss the concert.

-That isn't it.
-What is it?

It's never gonna be
different for us, Mick.

We love each other,
but we aren't close to each other.

We don't share,

and I want it. I need it.

I feel close to you.

I've never felt closer to anyone ever.

I know you do.

But what you feel and how you show--

Mick, I never loved anyone
more than I loved you.

Used to.

I'm sorry.

(dramatic music playing)

-Mick...
-No.

Think any less of me
for not making Thanksgiving dinner?

Think less of me
for letting you pay for the meal?

I liked your Groucho this morning.

Hmm. That was whistling
past the graveyard.

I was scared.

-Not now.
-Not now...

Not since the Biffer wore his wire.

Hmm.

I'm grateful for a lot of things, Frank.

So am I.

(imitates Groucho Marx)
Say the secret word and win a prize.

(whispers)

-That's two words.
-(both laugh)

(closing theme playing)