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-(noisy chatter)
-Item eight. Item eight!

Past fires are notified,
Mike Belker's on an arson undercover

in the alleys adjacent
to the Biltmore Arms, 117th and Dekker.

We think some of the vagrant bums there
might be causing

the... the garbage fires in the area.

Item nine. Oh, yeah, Division reminds you

that Christmas shopping season
is fast upon us.

This year, all authorized
Unified Charity Santa Clauses

are gonna be issued
this, uh, plastic lapel shield.

Uh, any Santa caught soliciting
without it is in violation.

It ain't against the law
to dress up like Santa.

Gotta have this pin
you wanna make a buck off it.

Now, that's the Christmas spirit.

Uh, item ten.

Division-wide reinstatement
of the vehicle inspection program.

One team of officers to each precinct.

-(all groaning)
-Might as well complain about--

This is progress.

Now, the winners of today's lottery

to be working Jefferson
north of the overpass

are, uh, officers Renko and Hill.

-(all yelling)
-Come on, Sarge!

(hooting)

That's right, Joe Coffey,
kick a man when he's down. Go on.

Item 11. P.B.A. informs you

today is the last day
for the dental care option

on your health care plan,
which as you know,

requires a 51 percent
sign-up or the option's waived.

-People!
-(smacks table)

You don't sign up, we all lose.

And that goes double for those of us
on the back nine of life.

Uh, what's the signature
worth to you, Sarge?

-That's the attitude I'm talking about.
-(laughter)

You think you're never gonna
get old, Detective, huh?

The day's gonna come when your gums
gonna start rotting out on you.

-(laughter)
-You'll be sitting in a chair,

and the dentist will say,
"I'm sorry Mr. LaRue, but it's bad news,"

and you're gonna say,
"If only I'd listened to the sarge."

I'll be taking names upstairs.

Let's roll! Let's get out there.

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

(all chattering)

It's 23 degrees, about minus-12
with the wind chill factor.

This job's got about as much dignity--

-I can't take it.
-I can't listen to it all day.

-Then put on ear muffs.
-Leo, let me have cones and some flares.

I'm gonna offer cash money
to anybody'll take this shift.

-Cash money.
-Garibaldi. Hey.

Shooting, 333 Riverpark Way.

People, people, before you head out,
who am I gonna get to sign this?

Neal, how 'bout it? Pound of prevention.

What's a couple extra bucks a month?

Yo, Stewart, get over here.

Oh, hey, Sarge.

You never heard the expression "a pound
of prevention is worth a pound of cure"?

You're barking up the wrong tree, Sarge.

You gotta realize,
the dentist is your ally.

-Sarge--
-No, he is the ally of your teeth.

-Sarge--
-Plus, with this insurance company

backing you up,
you'll make a team that can't be beat.

-Put out your hand, sir.
-What for?

Okay? Enough already?

Satisfied?

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: What do we got here?

Uh, kid came in through the window,
lady took him out.

-Did you notify relatives?
-No, that's in the works.

Mrs. Minot, you have to come down
to make a formal statement.

The detectives here will finish up.

What for? I told you how it happened.

-Just procedure, ma'am.
-Oh.

-LUCY: So where's the shotgun?
-HARRY: It's over there, Joe's got it.

-Let me know what you need.
-S.I.D. lift anything?

There's no fingerprints yet.

There's a couple of skid marks
on the sill.

MRS. MINOT: I just knew
it was going to happen...

Looks like shoe polish.

MRS. MINOT:
I've been telling the building manager

to install locks on the windows.

They don't even have locks
on the double doors downstairs.

And I think that's just shameful.

Off the toes?

Just the other day,
Mrs. Dennison from upstairs

was raped by one of these animals.

And right in the middle of the afternoon,
if you could imagine such a thing.

I, myself, was robbed just two weeks ago.

I know what I'm talking about.
You gotta listen to me.

WOMAN: Here she comes.
We were so worried about you, dear.

-Are you all right?
-Oh, I'm fine.

Oh, God bless you,
Mary Minot, you're a hero.

Oh, fiddle had to do with it.

JOE: Hey, Harry.

Guy says that he saw something.

I live in the building.
I know that boy's family.

'Kay, what's your name, sir?

Ramon Cassiano.

Look, that old woman...
is a stone killer, man.

She set it up.

Y'all drive careful, now.

-Come on, it's freezing out here.
-I'd like to take tickets out of the car.

I don't think it's that much,
but if you say so, okay.

-Were gonna have to take you in then, pal.
-Look...

Guys, cut me a little slack.
I got a very important man.

I don't care if it's the Queen of Sheba,
you're under arrest.

All right, you have the right to remain
silent.

If you give up that right...

-What's the delay?
-My, my, my.

It's Paul the Wall.

Mr. Srignoli, they say we owe
300 dollars in traffic tickets.

Pay 'em. I'll throw in a bonus.

You know that's not the way it's done.

Remember me to your lovely wives.
Get something nice.

Fat man, you just waded
knee-deep into dog business.

-You're busted.
-For what? For paying my fine?

-For bribery. Get out of the car.
-Oh, come on.

-No one needs this.
-All right, you both have the right

-to remain silent.
-No one needs trouble, am I right?

Anything you say can and will be held

-against you...
-I got one thing to say to you,

Ed Greenglass.

-(grunting)
-You have the right to speak to attorney.

Bobby, we're gonna have to call a van.

I can't even get this guy's hands
behind to put the cuffs on him.

(laughing) All right, you have the right
to speak with an attorney...

Ain't no way this lard bucket's
gonna fit into a unit.

This hotshot lawyer
gets 200 bucks an hour.

And he eats nobodies like you.

You look like you ate this limousine
for breakfast, pal.

Now, get moving.

REPORTER: There she is. Mrs. Minot,
can we have a statement, please?

REPORTER 2: Can we get a picture?

-(reporters clamoring)
-This way, Mrs. Minot.

Will I be able to talk
to those reporters later?

-Yes, as soon as we're done here.
-Oh.

-If you'll just have a seat right here.
-Here?

-Yeah.
-Oh, thank you, dear.

I'll be right back.

-All right, dear.
-Captain?

-About this shooting with the old lady.
-What about it?

She says her son's
City Councilman Detweiler.

-Okay, just wait right here.
-Has he been notified?

Says she asked a neighbor to call.
Thought you ought to know.

Yeah, well there's something
else you should know, Captain.

We got a witness here who
claims she murdered the kid.

She puts the TV on the sill
in front of the window,

and she leaves the window open.
In this weather?

So I tell her, "Mrs. Minot,
you're asking for trouble with this."

And she says to me,
anyone tries to rob her again,

they're gonna get what they deserve.

Mrs. Minot was burglarized two weeks ago.

There's a neighbor lady
says Minot told her she was gonna, quote,

"settle the hash of these people."

She keeps the gun out beside her chair.

-I've seen it.
-Yeah, it's a 12-gauge,

so it's not exactly a squirrel gun.

Plus, if you don't know,

she did the exact same thing
three years ago.

-Killed a man in her apartment.
-Is that true?

Well, she lives in the Corridor.
I got a call in to the Heights.

We're getting a full statement
right now from Mrs. Minot.

Follow up with the Heights.
Thank You Mr. Cassiano

I knew him!

This was a boy she killed, maybe fourteen.

Councilman Detweiler?

Officer Hill, how are you guys doing?

-Morning.
-What the hell happened?

I get a phone call, some hysterical woman,

saying my mother walked in on some punk

ransacking her apartment.

Walked in and killed him, Councilman.

I'm aware of that, Frank.
Is she all right?

Seems so.

(sighs)

Lord, that woman is a rock.

Where is she, can I see her?

In interrogation, giving a statement.

I don't know,
I've told her time and time again

to get out of that neighborhood.

How do we protect our elderly?

Some of our elderly don't need protection.

Frank.

I want to thank you
and your people for all you're doing.

And I know we've had
our differences, but for me,

it's water under the bridge.

Captain, Heights confirms.

Attempted burglary,
Minot's apartment, three years ago July.

Same weapon same result.

-Guy was blown away.
-How was it ruled?

Self-defense, justifiable.

And Captain...

we found shoe polish residue
on the windowsill,

and scuff marks on the toes
of the kid's shoes,

like maybe the body was dragged
in through the window.

We got a problem here, gentlemen?

I'm Ed Greenglass,
representing Mr. Srignoli.

I checked the holding facilities here.

They're not adequate.

Place is a pit.

Due to my client's physical condition,

I'm urging release, pending arraignment.

This is a man
with an elaborate medical history.

He'd had bypass surgery, he's asthmatic--

Wait a minute, didn't you try
this two years ago,

the State Supreme Court?

They wheeled him in on a dolly.

I had two doctors testify I had phlebitis.

My whole leg swelled up like a balloon

-It's a balloon now, bud.
-Come on, gentlemen!

We have a special set of cells
for occasions such as this.

Schnitz, take Mr. Srignoli to the garden.

Wait a minute, I get nuts in tight spaces.

I can't stand feeling confined.

Read a magazine.

I don't have to take this
from you little clowns.

You toads have been
in my face all morning.

Come on, Mr. Srignoli.

When I get through suing this department,

there won't be a brick,
there will be a piece of pipe.

This the kind of place that gets bombed.

Listen, blimpo, I don't care
who you are on the street,

you don't come in here and talk that way.

I need to control myself here.

I'm not supposed to get worked up.

I got violets to cover your face.

Why don't you go downstairs,
get yourself a comb.

(train clattering overhead)

(men muttering)

Who are you?

Huh?

I asked you a question.

What do you think this is, a park?

Anyone can just walk in here?

-Shut up.
-He stepped on my foot!

Why don't you suck
on your jug and shut up.

You got a pay rent.

People can't just drift in here for free.

What's rent?

What you got, huh? Food?

You got food? You got cigarettes?

-Huh? What do you got in your pockets?
-Take your filthy hooks outta my clothes!

Okay? Okay!

This is my alley now,
do you understand me?

You behave yourselves,
maybe I will let you stay.

We're sorry. We're very sorry.

-We ain't gonna--
-Shut up. Get up.

-Get up! Get up!
-We apologize.

(yells)

(laughing)

Our alley now, punk.

-It's 302! You just tell him to stop!
-(woman screaming)

-COFFEY: Sounds terrible.
-She's been screaming like that.

Open up!

WOMAN: He's crazy! He's crazy!

We're police officers.
We've had a complaint, Flowers!

-Let us in!
-MAN: Get away from the door, Daniel!

-(woman sobbing)
-Shut the door, Daniel!

-Listen to me. Put that can down!
-Shut it!

-He's got gas all over the place!
-I'm gonna light her on fire!

-I'll set her on fire!
-Okay, okay. All right, all right!

Don't do it!

-Call for backup.
-(woman screaming)

(siren wailing)

Mr. Flowers won't identify
an agenda, Frank.

He's going on about this guy, Ortiz,

supermarket manager
who canned him last week.

FLOWERS: I want Ortiz!

-Alert the firemen.
-FLOWERS: Bring me Ortiz!

We talked to him.
No, Ortiz won't come down.

He's scared to death of the guy.

Where are you, Ortiz?

-(woman screams)
-Gotta go, Frank.

-FLOWERS: Get these people away from here!
-Frank...

He's doused his entire apartment
with gasoline.

He's carrying a woman around,
and it looks like she's soaked, too.

-(radio chatter)
-No, no, if we try to make a shot,

I think the whole room will go up.

(Flowers continues shouting, indistinct)

Talk to you later, Frank.

Ortiz said burn it all!

I'm sure Mr. Ortiz doesn't want that,
Mr. Flowers.

Well, you don't know him like I do.
You don't understand!

-You don't understand!
-Okay. Okay, Mr. Flowers.

At least... at least send your son out.

You don't want him to get hurt, do you?

WOMAN: Won't somebody help me.

-Help me, somebody!
-HENRY: I know you don't want that.

Mr. Flowers, would you
pick up the phone, please?

I want to talk to you on the phone,
I'm gonna go there right now.

All right, pick it up, please.

Mr. Flowers? Okay, there you go.
There you go.

Now, listen, Mr. Flowers,
if you don't want your son to get hurt,

why don't you send him
out of the apartment

-and I'll send someone upstairs--
-(woman screaming)

Okay. Okay, Mr. Flowers,
no one's coming upstairs.

Mr. Flowers, you understand me?
No one's coming up.

-Mr. Flowers?
-(screaming continues)

(siren wailing)

-(gun fires)
-(laughs) A hell of a kick!

Idiot! Dope!

Are we gonna roll this guy or what?

-Hey.
-(Mick groans)

-Hey!
-(groans)

(whistles)

Back amongst the living, eh?

I bet you're gonna wish you were dead.

I'm a police officer.

Oh! Where-where's your badge?

Huh? Where's your gun?

Where's your hat? Where's your ears?

(laughing)

(yells)

(yelling)

(panting)

(groans)

(coughing)

There's cops coming looking for me.

You're all going to jail!

I wanna hear you say it.

Say, "I'm in trouble now."

-Say it!
-(groans)

Say it!

Say it!

(coughs)

Say it.

(singsong) Say it.

-(groaning) I'm...
-Huh?

-I'm...
-Uh-huh? Eh?

I'm telling you...

for the last time.

I'm telling you for the last time!

You think I wouldn't, huh?

-I've killed guys.
-Easy, easy.

I want his shoes.

Take all you need.

Oh, no. No!

(groans)

Now you know what's what, huh?

You ain't no cop, now.

SID confirms the polish on the sills
are a match to the kid's shoes.

There's enough blood and tissue
on the fire escape

to definitely support
that he was shot outside the window,

So she dragged him inside?
This little old lady?

He's reaching for the TV,
she fires, he falls over the sill.

He wasn't very big.
All she has to do is yank him.

Add the statement she made to Cassiano,

the neighbor woman, the previous shooting,

we have a makeable case here Irwin.

If we don't charge we're derelict.

(sighs)

-Your decision, Frank.
-Charge.

So much for my political future.

MRS. MINOT: Of course,
I understand completely.

Thank you, my dear.

Mrs. Minot, I'm Captain Furillo.

Well, Captain, if your people

are quite finished,
I'd like to go home now.

First I'd like to talk to you
about this morning's shooting.

Isn't it something?

They come and go as bold you please.

It is because they're on the drugs.

It's the drugs that make them fearless.

Mrs. Minot, we think maybe
you committed a crime.

Well a crime was committed, sir,

but by that man.

-He broke into my apartment.
-I understand.

There seems to be evidence
that indicates you set a trap for him.

(laughs) Oh, that's ludicrous.

I think you're very rude
to make these insinuations.

Nevertheless, I'm afraid
we're going to have to arrest you.

Oh, I demand to see a lawyer.

I won't stand for any more of this.
Not for one second.

Now, where's my bag? You have my bag.

Henry just called.
They got the supermarket manager

on his way to the hotel.

-Sarge?
-What?

We got a situation going on downstairs.

It's pretty bad.

(cell door closes)

LEO: Ambulance is on the way.

One, two, three, four...

It's Paul the Wall Srignoli, Captain.

He's dead.

Are you sure?

As far as I'm concerned.

-(cell door opens)
-Gets no more breath of life from me.

Frank, Howard on line four.

Mr. Flowers? Mr. Ortiz is here.

And he wants to straighten
this whole thing out.

He's come down here to talk
to you, Mr. Flowers,

so if you'll pick up your phone now.

Well, he's out of gasoline
and he threw the can out the window.

We've got his former employer here.

(helicopter hovering)

Flowers seems to want to give it up,
but I'm afraid he's not gonna make it.

(Flowers yelling, indistinct)

HENRY: Please pick up the phone,
Mr. Flowers.

FLOWERS: Don't make me do it!
Don't make me set--

You understand, Mr. Ortiz,
apologize to him.

Anything he wants,
you just agree with him.

You go along with him.

Mr. Flowers? This is Luis Ortiz.

FLOWERS: No! No! No!

Mr. Flowers, Mr. Ortiz wants to talk
to you and straighten this problem out.

Why don't you pick up the phone.

-FLOWERS: No more! No more!
-(static on phone)

No more! No more!

He picked up the phone, Henry.

-That's not Ortiz!
-(screaming)

That's not Ortiz! It's Satan!

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Flowers? He set the curtains.

Flowers?

Blue Fox. Fox Leader. Kick it, kick it!

Break it!

(woman screaming)

FLOWERS: No! That's my baby!

I want to save my baby! Not my baby!

-Where's the kid?
-I don't know, I don't see him!

(Flowers yelling, indistinct)

Come on, don't be afraid. It's okay.

FLOWERS: No! No! Not my baby! Not my baby!

HENRY: Lucy, get him out of here!

All right people, let's get back here.

(reporters clamoring)

REPORTER: Flowers, why'd you do it?
How's your wife?

REPORTER 2: Flowers, why did you do it?

I want him on suicide watch.

Councilman Detweiler?
Comments on the arrest of your mother?

-Ah... no comment.
-What's your mother being charged with?

I'll make a statement later, thank you.

Who the hell do you think you are?

You want close the door?

I know we have history Furillo,
but I never thought you'd be laying for me

all these years to take this kind of a...
a, a cheap cruel shot.

Councilman, we believe
she premeditated a murder.

Huh? Well, I'm blowing the whistle
on his whole charade right now.

There's the punk's rap sheet.

For B&E's by the time he's 13.

The victim's previous record
is not at issue here.

A woman that age,
putting her through this.

-The stress could kill her!
-We have grounds for arrest.

Substantial forensics and a witness
who can provide motive and intent.

Raymond Cassiano?

There's your witness.

A.K.A. Raymond Santiago.

There's a bench warrant out against him,

bail-jumping, the whole schmear.

What kind of deal did you cut for Role?

You scratching each other's back? Huh?

I wasn't aware of this.

-You railroading morons.
-(grabbing phone)

-Sandbagging me, coming and going.
-(dialing)

-Well she gets the best in the city.
-1981...

-Malicious mischief. Failure to appear.
-This is Councilman Detweiler.

You don't move on that warrant,
I'm sure Fletcher will be happy to.

David? Arnie.

No, I do understand
your department's position.

please try to understand mine.

(sighing)

Okay. All right, thank you.

Daniel, in a little while,

you're going to the Juvenile Authority.

I was just talking to the lady
on the phone and she sounds very nice.

And you know,
they have other children there.

What did my mom do wrong?

-What?
-What did my mom do wrong?

Your mother didn't
do anything wrong, sweetheart.

My daddy said she was evil.

Oh, Daniel, that's not true.

He didn't mean that. She's not evil.

It's just that...

Well, your daddy's very sick right now.

My daddy's not sick!
Don't say that about him!

Don't say that about him!
He's got a man in him!

-I'm all right.
-He said he had a man in him!

Let me go! Let me go!

-Let me go!
-Thank you, I'm all right.

-Let me go!
-Let him go. Let him go!

They'll be here soon, Daniel.

So you just sit there quietly.

And, uh...

we'll see about getting you
something to eat.

He used to keep the bodies in the ice.

In the freezer.

Not the bodies, their souls.

-He'd trap them.
-JOYCE: Who did, Mr. Flowers?

Ortiz. He's Satan.

He won't admit it, but I know.

'Cause he's in me, too.

(voice strained) I tried to help them.

(crying) You could see
the faces in the ice.

Twisted, in pain.

And...

and when he tells me what to do...

(sobbing) I... I have to do it.

I-I have to be kept away.

What do I have to do...

to convince you?

Did I hurt the boy?

He's all right.

They wanted him, too.

They wanted to nest... inside him.

They'd already taken my wife.

That's why I needed... to burn her.

(sobbing) Oh... Oh, God!

What did I do?

(soft thump)

(sobbing)

(crying)

(both speaking Spanish)

Uh, Frank. Frank, this is Mr. Alva.

He asked to speak to you.

Mr. Alva's son, Miguel,
he was killed this morning.

I'm very sorry for your loss, Mr. Alva.

I have one question for you, sir.

Is it true that my son was unarmed?

-Well, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty--
-And is it true that this woman

shot my boy outside her apartment?

-That she left the window open?
-Mr. Alva--

That she baited a trap?

-I am told this is true.
-As I said, I'm afraid--

That this woman murdered
my boy in cold blood?

Well, that's up to a jury to decide.

Jury?

Am I to expect justice?

A 73-year-old white woman?
The mother of a councilor?

Mr. Alva, you can be assured
we will do our best.

A Puerto Rican boy, with previous arrests?

Can you honestly say
that I will get justice?

I had to identify my son...

by the color of his shirt.

He had no face.

(weeping) She slaughtered him,
do you understand?

Mr. Alva.

Mrs. Minot,
the police found no fingerprints

on the outside of the window.

So?

It tends to support their contention

that you deliberately
left the window open.

So what if I did?

Mrs. Minot, I must tell you,

I'm developing a strong impression

that you were the architect
of these events.

Did you know that just two weeks ago,

these drug fiends broke into my apartment?

They stole my ring,
a silver picture frame.

The police came, looked at the mess.

"What a shame," they said.

But what did they do about it?

Not a thing.

Mrs. Minot, the police--

I have lived in that
apartment 30 years, missy.

I've been a good neighbor to everyone.

Puerto Ricans alike.

And neither those animals
nor my son are forcing me out.

That's my home.

They rob, rape, kill!

Same thing with the coloreds, I know.

Did I bushwhack him? Mm?

You bet I did.

And I'd do it again.

I must warn you,
you stand a chance of going to jail.

(scoffs)

I'm old. Frail.

I was defending myself.

My dear, they'll give me a medal.

RENKO: You ain't never gonna get
that individual of that size

out of that kind of confinement,

mark my words, I'm telling you.

Who was this guy, anyway?

Heh. Spare no tears
for Paul the Wall Srignoli, Schnitz.

Big-time shylock. Or he thought he was.

Probably got a few
bodies buried somewhere.

They never got him on any of them.

NEAL (panting): Need a second
to catch my breath.

How are we coming here?

Not so good, Sarge.

How does a guy let himself
bloat up like that?

Absolutely no self-restraint,
none whatsoever.

It's like Jonah swallowed the whale,
instead of the other way around.

Yo. Joe Coffey.

Hey, Sarge, I got a bum shoulder.

Yeah, you see Nick Belker today?

No, we were at the hostage scene.

He hasn't checked in
we haven't been able to raise him.

He's usually like clockwork.

Ah... why don't you go out
and look for him.

Either that or give us a hand here.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Okay, everybody grab a piece.

We got enough horses here.
We should be able to do it.

-(grunting)
-Okay, get him out of there.

(all grunting loudly)

Okay, one, two, three.
Come on now, get him up.

-(all grunting loudly)
-That's it, that's it!

Okay, over here, turn him around.

(all yelling)

Yeah, okay, one more--

One, two, three...

(yelling)

(laughter)

Oh... That is a world record.

Let's see the Russians beat that!

Whoa!

I tried to do the right thing!
You think I'd do it again?

Excuse me.
This is Gina Srignoli. Paul's widow.

She's here to see her husband.

My sympathies, Mrs. Srignoli.

Thank you.

Things are a little hectic
around here today. But, Mrs.--

-ED: Can I use your phone?
-Yeah.

He wants to file a ten-million dollar
wrongful death suit against you.

-Mrs. Srignoli?
-Yes?

Hi, I'm Detective Harry Garibaldi.

On behalf of all of us here,

I'd just like to express
our deepest condolences.

That's kind of you.

I know that Paul wasn't always
on the best of terms with the police.

So it's gratifying
to know he had a friend.

Did you know that he talked
about you all the time?

He never mentioned you.

But then he liked to keep
his business affairs private.

Why don't you let me
get you a cup of coffee

and when they finish downstairs
they'll let us know.

Okay. Um, was his death painful?

Oh, no. Very sudden. Like that.
(snaps fingers)

-Be still my heart.
-Who was that?

The grieving widow.

I've had it with widows.

How does a girl like that wind up
with a creep like Srignoli?

(chuckles) Maybe the man
had certain qualities.

Look at Garibaldi.

-NEAL: Hey, what's the problem, lover?
-That guy, he's a total sleaze.

-LUCY: Hold on a second.
-You see something?

No, nothing.

That's it. That's Mick's car.

Just pull in right behind.

JOE: Maybe we should call it in.

Let's take a look around first.
Somebody must've seen him.

Hey. Hey, mister.

How long you been sitting there?

About seven years.

The car parked there.
You see the guy driving it?

You got something to say, you'd better
say it now or I'm running you in.

Hey, let go, lady. I don't know anything.

I heard a few things.

-Yeah?
-Like what kind of things?

Well, some of the guys
were boasting, you know, uh...

Talking big about rolling some guy.

-Where?
-In a place.

You show us.

-Cost ya.
-Yeah, two bucks. Come on.

Mick?

JOE: Mick Belker!

-(rat squeaking)
-JOE: Ow!

Oh, no. Mick.

No. Don't look at me.

Give him your coat.

LUCY: Mick, you're being crazy.

JOE: Let us take you to a doctor.

Let us call it in.

Somebody else can come around
and pick 'em up.

-No.
-Hey look, man, it's freezing cold.

You're hurt. Hey, this is really stupid.

I'm all right.

Look, I appreciate
what you're trying to do.

I gotta do this myself. Please.

Mick, one hour! You call in one hour
or we're coming back!

(overlapping chatter)

Slow down. Turning a corner here.

Watch your feet, Sarge.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, that old parable about Mohammed
and the mountain comes to mind.

Mohammed won't come to the mountain.

We don't need a parable,
Lieutenant, we need a forklift.

Actually, in this case, it's the mountain
that can't get to Mohammed.

What I'm simply suggesting
is that we call in the coroner,

cordon off the area,
let him proceed with his autopsy

and then we'll remove
this fella piece by piece.

I saw that movie. Texas Chainsaw Coroner.

I don't think so, Howard.

HOWARD: Well, what's your bright idea?

-Spit and axle grease.
-STAN: That's the spirit.

Frank? In here.

I'll take your place, Captain.

Straight and to the point.

Detweiler's scheduled a press conference
for 5 o'clock this afternoon.

You're taking us into a hornet's nest
and I won't be taken.

We can make our case.

And say you do make it stand up.
What do you gain?

Say you send her to jail
for six months, a year.

What have you gained
and what have you lost?

You gave Detweiler
the name of our witness.

A bail-jumping ex-con cornerstone
of your case? You bet I did.

When that gets out they'll be throwing
Arnie's mom a ticker tape parade.

You saying public pressure
outweighs facts of law?

I'm saying the entire criminal justice
community is against you, Captain.

So she killed some street scum
as he's committing a crime.

So what? What about a man
who tries to incinerate

his wife and his son?
Isn't that the real outrage?

Sort out your priorities, Frank.
I'm busy cleaning up your mess.

(men shouting, grunting)

Make way, please.

Excuse me. Clear, please.

-Hey, careful!
-Oh!

(grunting, straining continue)

Hey, careful, Andy!

(screams)

What? What?

Fellas, I've done it!
I've herniated myself!

I've strained my...

(all yelling)

(loud crashing)

-What was that?
-Uh, boiler. Kicks up some--

Oh, Lord, I can't bear it!

It's worse than the last time.

Defendant moves for
90 days psychiatric evaluation.

-Denied.
-Then 60.

Defendant hears voices, Your Honor.

So does everybody.
And they don't pour gas on people.

Counselor, I'm no psychologist,

but I'm not giving defendant
in these heinous circumstances

60 days to pull the Freudian wool
over our eyes.

(sighs)

Forty-eight hours summary psych workup,
remand to County.

Short date for preliminary.

-(bangs gavel)
-Next.

-What's 48 hours mean?
-Two days.

What?

Means they intend to find you sane.

Involuntary manslaughter? Since when?

Since two hours of yelling and screaming
between my boss and yours.

JUDGE: Will counsel please approach?
You too, Captain.

Gentlemen, is this a toss?

-Absolutely not.
-Irwin?

We're not asking for bail.

The circumstances
are obviously exceptional.

If I may say so, Judge,
the only thing exceptional here

is how public perception
is shaping judicial perception.

-IRWIN: Ugh.
-In the last case,

we had a certifiable candidate
for a padded cell,

whose lunacy has been
conveniently overlooked

because the public regards
his conduct as heinous.

Right here, we have a perfectly sane woman

who's walking away from a murder

because the public perceives
her conduct as heroic.

Thank you sincerely, Captain.

Now, will we all step back, please?

(judge sighs)

Released on recognizance. Long date.

(reporters clamoring)

I think they understood all along,
it was just a matter of formalities.

Where'd you learn to shoot, Mary?

Oh, I was raised on a farm.

But I've kept in practice.

That woman killed my boy!

She butchered him! She killed him!

-Murderer! Assassin!
-Mr. Alva, not here, not now.

-Get him out of here.
-Get that man away!

-(yelling)
-Assassin! She killed him!

Assassin! Assassin!

LEO: We got Santa Claus
on the sleigh, let's go.

NEAL: Got enough rope on this guy?

I want every available body
pullin' on the end of these ropes.

(indistinct chatter)

Do you suppose this is how
they built the pyramids?

Well, he sure was a huge guy.

Poor Paul.

He tried diets,
but he had absolutely no willpower.

Gina... I'm wondering--

I don't want to be too personal,

and you certainly don't have
to answer this

if you don't want to...

What, Harry?

Well, I'm kind of wondering
how a woman like you

got hooked up with a guy like that.

Well...

he was just lonely.

Like everybody else.

And he had a gentle way about him.

He liked to take care of me, and...

I like that. A lot.

-Everything secure up there?
-MAN: Right, Sarge.

See, I was just 15 when we met,

and when he first popped the question,

honestly I didn't know at first.

-I was very young.
-STAN: Ready? One...

-And my dad, he...
-Two...

Three!

I said to myself,
"Gina, where are you gonna find

-another man like that?"
-STAN: Good job!

A man so kind and so giving.

A man with millions of dollars somewhere,

-which the government will never find.
-STAN: One, two, three...

-Pull!
-A man who's had

two major heart operations.

STAN: One, two, three...

-Whoa!
-Gina!

-(all yelling)
-NEAL: Oh, Lord, he's alive!

(exclaiming)

I mean, uh, the fat pig
has come back to life!

-(kicks wall)
-I'm cursed!

Uh, it's been nice talking to you.
Stop by sometime.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Looks as if you caught a shiner.

Does it show?

It's a tough situation.

-You handled yourself well.
-Thanks.

That poor kid,
he had to unload on somebody.

I'm afraid he's gonna be unloading
on a lot of people in a few years.

-I hope not.
-Yeah.

Good night.

Good night.

(coughing)

(man coughing)

(growling)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(panting)

(yells)

Get... up!

Ow!

(gasping)

Where's my badge and gun?

(yells)

Where's my badge and gun?

(train rumbling past)

(gun cocks)

Go ahead.

You can't do nothin' to me
that ain't been done before.

What way, that's up to you.

Their way.

Yeah.

(chuckles)

Wipe your nose, you're a mess.

(closing theme playing)