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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

What's the delay?

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

What's a taste?

Thirty... 12 for the room.

Sorry, kid, I'm a cop.

-Jesus... -What? Am I E.F. Hutton?

My apprentice. Can we help you with something, Captain?

Do you have family, Carla?

A father. He's the one ought to be locked up.

This is a man with an elaborate medical history.

What do you want from me?

I want you to be more responsible for the way you act towards me!

MAN: Who was this guy anyway?

MAN 2: Paul "The Wall" Scrignoli.

-Gina! -He's alive!

I want us to stop seeing each other, Mick.

(laughter)

Item 5, the miracle is over.

Paul "The Wall" Scrignoli died last night at Mercy Hospital.

(cheering)

STAN: This is a repeat performance

of when he apparently expired last week at Hill Street,

only to revive and speak the name of his beloved

several hours later.

Gina!

(laughter)

Now, the doctor's theory was that Mr. Scrignoli's heart

didn't stop the first time.

It just couldn't be detected under all his rolls of fat.

-(laughter) -Whatever!

Paul "The Wall" lives no more.

(laughing)

Item 6, two drive-by shootings last night

at Shamrock headquarters,

one wounded, no witnesses.

Also, we've got an intelligence report from gang intervention

giving us the straight poop on the war.

"This is a move by the Blood,

"sometimes supported by Mau-Mau, into Shamrock turf.

"The Blood appear to have superior numbers and morale

and appear to be able to back their move."

Now, Lieutenant, uh, Goldblume continues to coordinate.

He requests that all patrols double their pass-bys

near both headquarters and the Duffy Green.

(man coughs)

Seven and eight.

Now, seven is a hooker cleanout

at the, uh, at our end of the river tunnel.

Detectives Gallagher and Munsey, uh, Mayo and Garibaldi--

Hey, is, uh, is Harry comin' in, Pats?

Oh, yeah, he's on Garibaldi Standard Time.

(laughter)

Eight is, uh, Mike Belker's narcotics undercover

at the Salon Denise, 114 and Lamont.

Ooh, zing went the strings of my heart.

(laughter)

Now, both operations want a way to Oswaldo Rincon.

He's, um, he's usin' the hookers to mule his smack,

and apparently, he's also distributing

through his, uh, beauty salon.

Detectives Kramer and Lane out of Ferry are working stakeout,

Mike, on Rincon's apartment,

that is, if you want to touch base with them.

Uh...

Item nine.

Yeah, we got new automatic hand dryers in both genders' johns.

MAN: Yay!

Now, these machines dry better than the paper towels,

and they're germ-free.

Plus, we don't have to stack the new towels,

and we don't have to dispose of the old ones.

And each machine is an annual saving

of two and a half acres of virgin forest.

-(laughter) -That's it. That's why.

Let's try to use this new equipment properly, people.

It took me about 18 requisitions to get it.

Do you use the over-and-over drying method,

or the vigorous side-to-side--

-Shut up! -(laughter)

This last item's not a happy one.

It's a memo from Division.

"Until the first of the year,

"the sergeant of the watch will approve overtime

on an emergencies-only basis."

(groaning)

"Such approval is to be subject to Command review."

What the hell is that supposed to mean, Sarge?

That means that Division ran out of budget for overtime, Andrew.

Figure your, uh...

figure your Christmas lists accordingly.

MAN: Aw, man!

Now, no use cryin' over spilled milk. Let's roll!

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

We already got done to, didn't we?

(indistinct conversations)

All right, suppose the shift's over, we're out on a call.

-Yeah. -Are they gonna call that an emergency?

They're gonna call that "work with no pay."

Belker, Sarge, I got a 2-11--

-Got it. -Your mother on three.

Renegotiate, that's the only way to protect our overtime rights.

-Mornin', Lieutenant. -Good morning.

Pats, Pats. Look, I'm sorry I'm late.

I got a Constitutional Law paper that's gonna kill me.

You'd better take a number.

Ma, everything is fine with me and Robin, Ma.

No, you're not. You're not hearing anything in my voice.

Ma, I gotta go.

Malarkey!

That's malarkey, Ma, you can't always tell.

Ma...

Ma?

Ma!

I will see if our schedules permit us to come to dinner,

and I will call you back.

-(indistinct chatter) -I am fine!

Will you stop telling me what I'm feeling?

(slams phone)

Here's the Ferry stakeout code call, Mike.

You like it when people call you "Jabo"?

-Not much. -Take a hint.

What's the matter with Mike?

Yeah, the, uh, papers for Constitutional Law 101.

That's Marbury v. Madison and the Separation of Powers.

Right.

So, what's that gonna run me?

Oh, come on, who wrote the damn thing... Justice Burger?

(sighs) No, I gotta have it.

How do I pick it up?

Yeah, right, I'm in the second row, and, uh,

that's the last seat on the left.

Wait, don't talk to me about any package rates, pal.

-This is one time only. -MAN: Hey, wait a second.

Right.

(clears throat)

Well, come on, Pats, let's get to work.

That's funny, Harry.

She does not think it's funny, Leo. She is not amused.

-(explosion) -Fire!

The blasted hand dryer put my jacket on fire!

The damn thing is not a coat hanger!

All clear, sir. All clear.

Thank you, Ballantine.

(indistinct conversations)

Oh.

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)

(chuckles)

WOMAN: Ooh, slow down.

Hey, Pats, River and 120, north side.

WOMAN: Backin' up for me, baby?

Hey! Hey, Bubble Gum, come here.

-Hi. -Hi, how ya doin'? We workin' today?

Yeah, you steer the car, I steer you--

-Thirty bucks for the ride. -All right, hop in.

Okay, give me 30 bucks and keep your eyes on the road.

Now, you think real hard, Carla.

Don't I look familiar?

Oh, I'm not too good with faces.

Let's see if anything else rings a bell.

I busted you two months ago, you little jerk,

-just like I'm busting you now. -Hey, wait a minute.

-Wait, let me fix first. -Hey, Pats,

-we got a pick-up. -I'll do you for free if you--

Great, Carla.

-Please. -Save it.

Oh, brother! (sobs)

Oh, great, here come the faucets.

(crying)

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

Soliciting.

PAT: Out of the car, kid.

Hey, take it easy. It's not the end of the world.

Morning.

Oh, Frank, good. Terry Shaughnessy's in lineup.

Terry?

This is some kind of joke!

-It's a proposal. -It's a surrender.

Keeps your old borders on three sides, keeps your headquarters intact.

Isn't there a consultancy position in there?

(laughs) So, when we cut through all the crap,

the Shamrocks are supposed to roll over our turf

to these spades, and I get bought off.

You want to cut through all the crap, Terry?

You're an Irish gang in a neighborhood that's turning Black.

You're down to 20 active members max.

-None of 'em's under 18. -We're still in charge.

Bloods still got to come through us.

It's over, Terry.

Why play it down to the last man?

It ain't playin'...

and it ain't over.

That wreck's gonna happen, Henry.

Mm-hmm. Morning, Fay.

-Hi, Henry. -Fay.

Frank, are we still on for 12:15 lunch?

-Sure. -You forgot.

12:15, uh, wasn't it something about, uh--

It's something for which we need to have lunch.

-Captain. -Morning, Stan.

Um, regards your command review, my overtime authorization.

Manpower allocation is your call, Stan.

There'll be no command review.

Troops are a little ticked off about the cutbacks.

I don't blame 'em. Wasn't there some kind of guarantee in the last contract?

There was an informal understanding.

I was an observer at the negotiations,

but I had no bargaining power.

Morning, Ray.

(indistinct chatter)

-What? -I am so afraid!

Now that dealer, Rincon, can be so vicious.

I've seen him put Leon right up against a wall!

-Will you calm down? -(exhales)

I just don't think I can go through with this.

Kenny, vouching from you is 95 percent of this.

All you gotta do now is go about your business

and let me do my job.

Oh, easy for you to say!

Would you rather do the 18 months?

Hold me.

Kenny, I know Michael's your friend,

but we do have work to do.

Michael, Mrs. Schacter.

Mrs. Schacter, how are you today?

Kenny...

Mrs. Rosen.

Rub-a-dub-dub, Mrs. Steinkamp.

Get angry with that hair!

Party to see you, Leon.

The envelope's there for you, dear.

Are we writing a novel, Michael?

-(siren wails) -WOMAN: I think that boy's dead.

They were kicking him in his head. I think they caved his head in.

Did you see what they looked like, ma'am?

Uh, the colored gang--

they came in, they said it was their store now.

They started stuffing their pockets.

Don-- Don tried to stop 'em.

Uh, Shamrock boy came from across the street.

That's Shamrock headquarters.

Uh, could you give us a description, ma'am?

No! No, no, no, she can't!

You want to get me beaten again, Dory?

Hey, sir, you got some broken ribs here.

MAN: Oh, here's the big shot! Here's the protector!

-MAN 2: Take it easy. Easy. - ...license number...

One of my boys hurt?

Yeah, they took him to Mercy.

-How bad? -He's pretty bad.

Shaughnessy, we got a crime scene here, all right?

Let us do our job.

This is why you got free food. (indistinct)

So I'm beaten half to death, huh?

Hey, mister, you're gonna puncture a lung!

Don't you take that emblem down!

I swear to God, if I could sell this place for 1,000 dollars--

-(shouting) -Don't you take that emblem down!

-Easy! Easy! Easy! -(shouting)

Take a walk! You take a walk!

Oh, this is still Shamrock turf! People are gonna find that out!

I'm gonna have to ask her to loan me the money.

Who? Lynn?

-Yeah. -Oh, Lord.

(sighs) I'm payin' the IRS 175 bucks a week, Renko.

Overtime was the only way I was makin' the nut.

I would like to take that chubby caballero

and squish his bald head like a grape.

(chuckles) Yeah, I would, too.

You see this black van?

Describin' the gang van,

the beating this morning at that grocery right here.

...6-9, partial match to the plates.

All right, let's hit it.

Hold on.

Unit 2202, backups--

(tires squealing)

(siren wailing)

All right, get out! Stand up, all of ya!

Get out of the van!

-Stand up! -Hands up in the air!

Get your hands up over your head!

You drivin' this thing? I said, you drivin' this thing?

-Huh? You drivin' this thing? -All right, Renko, let him go!

Who taught you to drive like that, man?

Get your hands up against that van, man!

Get 'em up against the van right now!

Mrs. Fitzgerald, thanks for coming.

Can we do this in a hurry, please?

My husband doesn't know I'm here.

As fast as we can, as soon as they're told their rights.

Right this way, Mrs. Fitzgerald.

Hey, Mrs. Fitzgerald, do you want some coffee or somethin'?

Okay.

(men talking, chuckling)

We'll be waiting outside.

Mm, yum-yum.

The public defender's office is sending over some more lawyers.

If you're charged in the events at the grocery store,

each of you will be represented.

Well, which events, Miss Lady?

Talkin' about that Shamrock that got wasted.

-That's too bad. -Right now,

you're going to be in a lineup.

Does each of you understand what that is?

-Uhh. -Mwah.

Look at it. Look at it. That button's hot. (laughs)

I asked, do you understand what's going to happen?

Listen, why don't we get real, mama?

Now, you know we want each other.

-What are we wastin' time for? -(laughter)

Come on. Hey, I think she's in love with me.

-(laughter) -They've been apprised.

Well, if it isn't the three wise men.

(laughter)

We're ready, Mrs. Fitzgerald.

What's going on?

What the hell are you doing here, Dory?

-They asked me to come down. -Mr. Fitzgerald--

-Who the hell do you think you are? -Hey!

Your wife came here of her own free will.

You didn't see anything, Dory. You were in the back.

We didn't see. We didn't see any of those people.

She saw the license plates.

She's-- She came out after they got in their van.

-Don-- -Don, nothin'!

We're goin' home now.

Uh, Mr. Fitzgerald... excuse me.

I think you're making a big mistake here.

The Shamrock boy died because of injuries he received in your store.

If you refuse to identify,

you're just putting murderers back out into the street.

Well, what if we pick those bastards out?

Well, I gotta live with 'em!

They're taking over my neighborhood.

How long before my store is burned?

How long before they come back and finish me?

If you cooperate, I can promise you

we'll use every resource in this department to protect--

Oh, every resource!

Hey, mister, would that be good enough for you?

Yeah.

Come on, Dory.

What do we do with the Blood?

Any stolen goods or contraband in the van?

Well, check for warrants and kick 'em.

Junior Brown couldn't make it. He'll be at arraignment.

I'm gonna do your intake for you, all right?

Look, I'm about to get sick. You gotta get me out of here.

You missed morning arraignment already.

Carlina, best we can do is this afternoon.

Hey, Harry, how's the law paper doin'?

Great. Let me talk to her a minute.

Your firm's representing Carla Walicki?

Oh, she got into a little trouble on the street.

Her business manager keeps us on retainer.

Her business manager?

You mean her pimp.

-Hi, Carla. -Hi.

Listen, Carla, suppose I can get you in a program.

Look, Detective, um, you think you can get me something now?

Look, I'd-I'd do you a favor back.

Well, you learned a lot in two months, didn't you, kid?

Hey, look, I feel bad.

Listen, I can't get you anything now,

and I'm not lookin' for any freebies, Carla.

I'm askin' if I could get you in a methadone program,

will you try to get out of the life?

-Yeah, yeah, I guess. Sure. -Hey.

-Okay, Darrow. -Yeah, okay, Garibaldi.

You know that you got a chip on your shoulder

bad as the monkey on her back?

Sonny, I asked you nice twice, now I'm tellin' ya,

you got no business here, you hit the street.

-Take it easy, Uncle. -Huh?

-Kids today, huh, Sarge? -(shouting)

-Just move through. -(indistinct)

Hey, hey, mama! I hate to have to leave you.

(indistinct chattering)

-Hey, Irish! -(indistinct)

Face, huh?! A face, huh?

-Someone who wasted your buddy? -Yeah, which monkey, man?!

-Right here, man. -(shouting)

Come on, beat it!

-Dead, man! -Beat it!

Get 'em out of here. Drive him home.

You all right?

I know it's me aging, but I feel like they're getting worse.

I heard an interesting theory about that, Counselor.

-They're getting worse. -(chuckles)

Yeah, we arrested her on a prostitution charge.

She's agreed to act as our informant in a drug investigation.

Right.

Now, can we get that on a priority basis?

Great. Thanks much. (sighs)

When did we turn Carla Walicki?

We didn't.

I just heard you get her on a methadone program

as our informant.

It's the only way we could get her on priority, Pats.

-But it's not true. -Uh, hello.

This is the "wake up and realize what century we're in" contest.

Is Patricia Mayo there?

Harry, I know you're lookin' to help this girl out,

but you cut too many corners.

I don't want to get jammed up when it catches up with you.

We're not gonna get jammed up, Pats.

Meaning you don't think we will.

And when we do, then you'll try and get us out of it

with you, with your fancy footwork and charm.

That's not how I want to operate.

That's not the kind of cop I want to be.

-Meaning what? -Meaning I'm not sure.

No, no, no. Meaning you want a new partner?

-I don't know, Harry! -Oh, keep me posted, Pats.

-Whew. -(indistinct chatter)

I don't expect them people to get down on their hands

and knees and say, "Thank you very much, Andrew,

for working your fingers to the bone," but I expect

some fair compensation for work that I do.

Well, get another job then.

Did I hear somebody say "job action," huh?

I got the message, Mick.

Thanks for comin'.

-So? -Oh...

My mother... really wants us to come to dinner Wednesday night.

That was the emergency?

Mick, you didn't tell her about us?

Mick...

What happened, Robin?

We talked about it. I thought you understood.

No, no, I-I mean...

you can't give me one more chance?

I really love you.

Look... this isn't easy for me either, okay?

(voice breaking) Every time we see each other...

it's like a knife.

Tell your mother I'm sick or something.

Tell her... I'm sorry.

Or maybe just tell her the truth.

Wait. Sit down.

No!

MAN: We'll have variable winds up to 30 miles an hour,

with temperatures in the early p.m. in the low 40s,

dropping down to the low 30s in the nighttime hours

with probable snow flurries by midnight.

-Hi, sweetness. -Can it!

(lisping) I just love it when he's stern like that.

I told you, that's enough out of you!

-(laughing) -You understand?

-Hey, Mick-- -You understand me?

-(indistinct) -Come on, man, he's just foolin' around.

Lighten up, guys. Just-Just lighten up.

I wish I'd known this was in the wind, Fay.

(siren wails)

Well, you've been so busy, Frank, and-and I didn't want

to bother you with it till I had all the facts.

He's 9 years old, don't you think that's a little young?

Well, Dr. Auburn says that the entire roof of Frank Jr's mouth

has to be enlarged so the teeth can come in properly.

And starting early gives us more options later on--

you know, whether we want to straighten the teeth or-or just use retainers.

Sounds as if you have this all figured out.

Why bring me into it at all?

Because Dr. Auburn doesn't do charity work. He's funny that way.

Well, at those prices, I'd like a second opinion.

That's easy for you to say, Frank.

I mean, you don't have to make the appointments.

And you don't have to take off from work to make sure he gets there.

And you don't have to sit up with him in the middle of the night

when he's crying because he's afraid it's gonna hurt.

All I'm asking you to do is to give up

some of that 6,000 dollar federal grant you finagled for yourself.

Look, Joyce and I are setting aside that money

toward the purchase of a house.

I don't believe this!

I'm talking about your son's health and you're talking about real estate!

No! What I'm talking about is not having any say

in a major decision that involves my son's health and welfare!

Excuse me. My name's Ted Rose. I couldn't help overhearing.

Well, you could if you had better manners.

Fay.

-I'm sorry. -I happen to be an orthodontist.

My ears perk up when I hear about rapid palatal expansion.

If you're so interested in a second opinion,

why don't you ask "Dr. Buttinsky" here?

-Nobody likes the dentist. -(door slams)

It's the woman's third marriage.

-She has children from... -Hey, Leon!

- ...previous involvements. -MICK: A complicated situation.

LEON: How many times have I had to tell you--

-RINCON: What? -LEON: You don't come here...

-(whispers) It's Rincon. -RINCON: Oh, yeah, Leon.

Well, do your shampoo.

What's complicated? She's a spider.

She snared my son in her web.

-You don't owe me my money? -Which I fully intend to pay.

WOMAN: Am I wrong, Michael?

Don't I have a mother's obligation to save him?

Shut up a second, Mrs. Weems.

-Where's your stash, Kenny? -What?

-The dope, where do you keep it? -Why do you wanna know that?

Because if I need to move, I gotta protect you.

Oh, God. It's under the table.

- ...now! -Get out of this salon!

Drop that! Police! Both of you, freeze!

-What? -Drop it.

What-- What, what, what police?

You're all busted.

Come on, this isn't really necessary, all right?

Hey, things got a little out of hand. We're buddies.

Shut up.

Assault, sale and possession with intent...

and possession for you.

What, you think I really liked you?

You were just a way into this joint, you jerk.

That's what I get for dealing with mericons.

Kenny, Kenny.

Such poor judgment in friends.

Ambulance!

(sirens wailing)

-Hey, man! -All right.

Just hold it right there!

-(shouting) -MAN: Now get out of here!

What happened here? What happened?

(shouting)

-Get out of here, man! -(indistinct)

This is not your fight! Just get out of here!

Did anybody see anything?

No! Nobody saw nothin' here!

Nobody!

We need two more ambulances, Dekker and 119!

-(sobs) Shamrock is dead, man. -LUCY: Go on! Move back!

-Everybody move back! -Shamrock is dead!

I'm tellin' you, man.

I'm gonna shut this down once and for all, you hear me?

(indistinct chatter)

Stand back. Move back!

MAN: Turn to your left.

You recognize any of these men?

Ain't nobody gonna recognize 'em in another six hours from now.

-What did you say, Bumpus? -MAN: Turn back to center.

Hey, man, look, I told you what I told you--

I don't see who did it. Are we through?

No identification, Captain? Is Mr. Shaughnessy released?

Yeah.

You tell Mr. Shaughnessy he's gettin' company soon...

real soon.

-Get your hand off of me. -Drive him wherever he's going.

Come on.

As soon as they clear the building, release Shaughnessy.

-All right. -(door closes)

HENRY: That's it.

This blows tonight.

I have a call in to Daniels to see if we can up the manpower.

LEO: Stay in file.

Bus is outside through the door to your left.

Move.

Move, Tinkerbell!

Hey, Mick, could I see you for a minute?

Hey, Carla.

Carla, listen, you're all right with the program.

-Hey, thanks, okay? -Okay.

(clears throat)

An iffy assault on Rincon

and small-scale possession charges against his distributor

aren't quite what we were hoping for from this undercover, Mick.

I judged there were civilians at risk,

and I felt that I ought to move.

I've seen you diffuse too many situations

to believe you couldn't have cooled this one down

without blowing your cover.

Is our informant at risk?

I can lean on him a little more in front of the others,

but I think if he wants relocation, we gotta support him.

I'm not sure I can get the money.

Oh, that's great.

We didn't get much of a bust here, Mick!

There aren't too many secrets around a station house, you know.

Uh, I hear you and Robin have split up.

Oh, I don't think that's any of your business.

It is when it interferes with your doing your job.

Everyone has an off day. I had an off day today.

I gotta go to court.

What's up, Lieutenant?

Is that girl outside the "informant"

you got into the side in the methadone program?

Uh, Carla, right.

Who'd you talk to about turning her?

Well, actually, no one yet, Lieutenant. What do you think?

I think she's a lousy candidate for a snitch.

That's a different conversation.

You made an unauthorized request to that agency,

and you misrepresented the girl's status.

Well, Lieutenant, she's a kid. She needed a break.

-In exchange for what? -Hey, you're out of line.

That's what it looks like. That's what you leave yourself open for.

Oh, well, that's great. What, you show a little concern for a kid,

and all of a sudden you're a moral suspect?

I've had that knock on my door, 2 o'clock in the morning--

She's cold, she's hungry.

Sit there and watch her eat a box of Girl Scout cookies.

She looks up at you with milk mustache.

She just wants to curl up against your shoulder--

Maybe that's your problem, Lieutenant. It's not mine!

Now, I'm sorry. I'm gettin' a lot of free advice today.

This isn't advice, Harry. It's information.

I've canceled your request on Carla Walicki.

Fine. Anything else?

I just think you ought to cool your jets.

(crash)

Judas, Joseph, and Murphy!

You all right, Howard?

-(sighs) -What happened here?

Sergeant Jablonski,

you have turned this lavatory into a deathtrap.

(indistinct chatter)

(exhales)

Excuse me, Mrs. Furillo?

Yes?

Uh, Ted Rose.

Giannini's Restaurant this afternoon.

(gasps) Oh, dear.

Oh, I'm-I'm sorry, Dr. Rose.

You must think-- Well, you know, it's just that when my ex-husband and I

talk about expenses, things get pretty tense.

-I know how it gets. -MAN: Excuse me, folks.

Our children's orthodontia seems to be about the only thing

that my ex-wife and I agree on.

That's because they get it for free.

WOMAN: Excuse me, gotta get in here.

I'm so embarrassed.

I took the liberty of chatting with your ex-husband

about your son's teeth.

Seems to me his orthodontist has a very sensible plan.

Well, do you know Dr. Auburn?

Just by reputation.

My only thought, for what it's worth,

there are intermediate steps.

The most essential part is to expand the hard palate

to accommodate the teeth.

Less important is the cosmetics.

Oh, well, but don't underestimate the cosmetics.

I've always been pretty sensitive about my overbite.

Gee, I've always been a sucker for an overbite.

Which brings me to the purpose of my visit.

Yes?

To ask you to dinner.

A second opinion never hurts.

Case notes on a prior disorderly conviction

show Miss Walicki was moving to California.

She was, Your Honor.

Did you, uh, go and come back?

I never went, Your Honor.

Your Honor, there's a question in this case

as to my client's actual age.

No, please! Look, my father will get me!

That detective took care of it.

What's the question?

Uh, none, Your Honor. I was misinformed.

You were evidently told the court would not be so forgiving

on a second offense, Miss Walicki.

You're charged with solicitation.

How do you plead?

(sighs) Guilty, Your Honor.

Sixty days.

Hey, what about the methadone program?

No such indication in the file.

(gavel bangs)

Next case.

MAN: Docket numbers 53072 through 4, Your Honor,

-Your Honor. -Leon Degaulle, Kenneth Sterling--

Possession of heroin with intent to distribute.

Sir, is there any chance of waiving the, uh, time on Carla Walicki?

See, I-I sort of made her a promise

that I'd get her into a program, and it fell through.

You'd like to keep your word, Detective?

And I intend to keep mine to my colleagues. Sorry.

Counsel and complainant approach.

(quietly) Damn!

I have been through these papers.

The drug charges are a hash, Your Honor.

No pun intended.

The question of ownership is a little obscure, Mr. D.A.

We maintain the drugs were owned jointly

by Mr. Degaulle and Mr. Sterling, Your Honor.

Six nickel bags seized in an area of common access, Your Honor.

How can any ownership be ascribed?

(sighs) Well, I'm gonna dismiss on the drugs.

Leaves us with assault against Mr. Rincon.

This was a mild disagreement between friends, Your Honor.

This was a razor attack, and we have other witnesses

besides the complainant, Belker, Your Honor.

Assault charges stand. Step back, please.

JUDGE: Detective?

I've seen you do better police work.

On the drug charges against misters Degaulle and Sterling,

dismissed.

How do you plead to the assault, Mr. Rincon?

That was just a misunderstanding, Judge.

-Are you Mr. Rincon? -No, I'm-I'm the alleged victim.

But it was just a big misunderstanding.

Yeah, right, I'm not guilty. Are you kiddin', Your Honor?

Ten thousand dollars bail, ten percent cash alternative.

-Set a short date. -(gavel bangs)

Yo... Garibaldi.

What?

Delivery for you.

What's this?

Second row, last seat...

Marbury v. Madison and the Separation of Power.

This way, I don't make the pass inside the hallowed walls.

(sighs)

Boy, I should have known you'd have somethin' to do with this.

Listen, I'm just the postman.

But it's C.O.D.-- 80 bucks.

(sighs)

So, uh, did you write yours?

Yeah, I found the time.

You know, you got a lot of attitude for someone who buys his papers.

See you in class.

Maybe you walked this time, Kenny,

but I'm gonna be on you and your friend's case

every move you make, and I'm gonna get you.

-You scared? -Yes.

Good! You oughta be!

Hey, Mick, take it easy. You lost one. Let it go.

You understand me?

I understand.

Think it sold?

"D" plus, "C" minus.

-Gentlemen. -Thanks for coming, Chief.

Always prompt when I hear the sky is falling, Frank.

(clears throat)

We're 95 percent certain there's gonna be a pitched battle

between the Blood and the Shamrock tonight.

Do we have a place?

The only area the Shamrocks still control

is the immediate vicinity of their headquarters.

I'd expect a drive-by by the Bloods to draw them out.

The fight could take place anywhere in that vicinity.

Then that's certainly where I would focus my patrols.

We were hoping you'd authorize additional manpower.

Not on speculation, Frank,

not when the ink isn't dry on the directive cutting overtime.

Then, in other words, we're giving our blessing to a last man standing.

Frank, these thugs have been at each other's throats

for three months.

I don't have to quote you the number of civilian casualties.

Everything I get from gang intervention

says this Shaughnessy is determined to go down in flames.

Why devote men and resources to postponing the inevitable?

What's inevitable is the Blood taking over that turf.

The streets don't have to run red.

Fine. Then make some arrests.

You've had God knows how many crimes committed on both sides.

My understanding is you can't get identifications.

I gotta go catch hell at a P.B.A. meeting.

If the fight actually goes down,

you call in all the off-duty people you need.

Otherwise, keep your assigned patrols on alert.

Prepare to respond as circumstances warrant.

I endorse survival of the fittest, and I'm an unfeeling brute.

Darwin does. He's an evolutionary genius.

(scoffs)

Ask the men, Henry.

Yeah.

(door closes)

I don't know what he wanted. He just showed up.

(sobbing)

(Kenny sobbing)

What's the matter, Kenny?

(voice breaking) It didn't work, Michael.

They know about me. I'm sure of it.

Well, how? What happened?

Well, w-when I got home, the phone was ringing,

and I answered it, and there was nobody there.

-And cars were passing by outside. -Okay.

-They'd stop, they'd go on. -It's okay.

I-I heard somebody comin' up the stairs.

I-I climbed down the fire escape.

All right now, you gotta calm down.

They're gonna kill me, Michael. I know it.

Come on.

Where-- Where are we-- Where are we goin'?

Come on.

Yeah. No, I know, I know.

Okay, well, just keep trying.

Okay, thank you very much.

Frank, have you got a moment?

Sure.

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened today at lunch.

Well, I am too.

We'll just do what we have to do.

You know, that Dr. Rose stopped by.

-He said he talked to you. -He's a nice fellow.

He asked me to dinner.

That so?

You didn't promote that invitation by any chance, did you?

Why would I do that?

Maybe in the dim hope

of getting some wholesale dentistry for Frank Jr.?

Fay...

Well, anyhow, I said yes, but only because he likes my overbite.

He has good taste.

(indistinct conversations)

-BELKO: That's right. -Fellas!

-They should admit that. -Guys?

Who wants to make a try at cooling out

this Shamrock-Blood thing for absolutely no pay?

-BOBBY: No pay? -BELKO: No, sir.

No, sir. Thank you very much.

No problem, Andy.

-Hey, we got a plan? -Yep.

You know, I mean, are we gonna accomplish somethin'?

We're gonna try, minimum, we get through the night.

(exhales) One night, that's all they get from me.

That's all I'm askin' you for.

We get dinner first, Lieutenant?

-(snickering) -Eight o'clock, Hurdle overpass.

Wow.

What's up, men?

You sure the department's gonna pay you back?

Relocation money just hasn't come through yet.

Kenny...

Stop lookin' over your shoulder.

I'll tell you the truth--

I don't think you were made to begin with, and this guy Rincon

has never been out of the city in his life.

I'm very, uh... grateful.

Well, I'm sorry you were put in the position.

I'm more a warm-weather creature anyway.

-All right... -WOMAN: Last call for bus number...

That's my Aunt Ida's address if you should need a hot meal.

-...St. Petersburg and Miami. -She'll talk your ear off.

I'm in the hair business, Michael.

(horn honks)

MAN: Come on, fella, we're movin', pullin' out.

-WOMAN: Bus number 42 for... -Take care of yourself.

...two hours late due to poor weather.

-Okay. -Sorry for the delay.

I'll try to get these back by a week from Friday

if my eyes hold out.

Hey...

That was a good question you asked in class.

Thanks, Harry.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, Mr. Garibaldi?

Is there any chance of my getting an extension?

Now, you knew about this deadline two months ago.

I know. It's just that I'm a cop, and we got really jammed up--

This is a night school, Mr. Garibaldi.

I'd venture every person here has a day job.

Your job doesn't entitle you to special pleading.

No. How about just, like, regular pleading?

There comes a point when the world stops honoring

youth and possibility, Mr. Garibaldi.

It stops honoring boyish grins.

I'll give you three days to deliver your paper.

Okay, three days will do it, sir. I'm almost done.

-Police! Everybody down! -On the floor now! Now!

-MAN: Hey! We didn't do anything! -MAN 2: What is this?

This is odd. Wait a minute.

Down, Shaughnessy.

MAN 3: Oh, man!

I don't believe this.

We didn't do anything.

Headquarters secured.

Copy, Henry. Stand by.

Dispatch, this is Captain Furillo.

Dispatch units to Dekker and 119th.

(brakes squeak)

-Let's go. -(indistinct)

Let's do it.

(indistinct)

Hey, what's that?

All Bloods, freeze! Police!

-Stop right there! -Freeze!

-Back away! -Party's over, boys!

Drop your weapons!

(indistinct shouting)

Weapons on the ground, Bumpus, now!

-(siren wails) -(clattering)

-MAN: You heard the man! Move! -FURILLO: Hands on the car!

-BLOOD: He's always crazy, babe! -BOBBY: Okay, let's move. Move.

-MAN: Put your hands on the car! -(sirens wailing)

BLOOD: Don't push, man! That hurts!

(indistinct)

Up against the car! Spread your legs!

(siren stops)

MAN: Hey, keep your hands up.

BLOOD: Just don't point that thing.

-Come on, hit the cars. -Hey, don't push me, man!

All right, get in.

We gonna neck now?

No. You're gonna shut up, and I'm gonna make you a proposal.

What kind of proposal?

You I.D. the Shamrocks who did the drive-by murder this morning,

or you and the other Blood buy a couple of months

for the weapons you brought to the dance tonight.

So, what's a couple of months, huh?

This turf is comin' our way,

and there's nothin' you can do to stop that.

We both know the Shamrocks' time is over.

You I.D. them now, you don't go away.

Their turf's yours by default, no war, no bloodshed.

-What's in it for you? -No war, no bloodshed.

SHAMROCK: Hey, what about the Blood, huh?

The Blood don't got busted!

MAN: Put him in the car.

What the hell is goin' on here?

Tell 'em, Bumpus.

All Blood, drop your meat.

Walk away.

Shine in 20 minutes at Mom's and Lucky's.

Now!

(indistinct chattering)

BLOOD: Don't get no satisfaction here.

The men have their meter running.

What do you say we call it a night?

Shine in the Kubiak in 20 minutes.

(chuckles)

Now!

Hey!

(siren wailing)

-What are you doin', Mick? -What are you doin'?

I was out on a date.

So what was all that crap about you're closed off,

you'll never change?

You just wanted to go out with another guy?

-Right. -Right?

How long you been goin' out with him?

However long you want to think.

How long?

Not very.

Is he a cop?

Mick, it wasn't him.

We just weren't gonna make it.

(voice breaking) Please?

I can change.

Don't do this to yourself.

Don't do this to both of us.

Okay.

I-I won't bother you anymore.

Good night.

Good night.

I'm sorry.

I hope you find happiness.

I hope you do, too.

(siren wails)

(closing theme playing)