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NARRATOR:
Previously on Hill Street Blues...

This afternoon, we elect
our precinct P.B.A. representative.

I am the patrolmen's candidate.

Three Guys Disposal Company guarantees

we're not only 40 percent cheaper,
we are 50 percent tougher.

-I want us to cooperate.
-You want us to work for you.

My name is Ted Rose.
I happen to be an orthodontist.

It's strictly business,
but he's gonna do my teeth, too.

Aren't you a little old for braces?

The D.A. and I have been talking
about who would fill my slot.

I have been authorized
to offer you the job.

I have different contracts
out on me, Natalie.

Department was hiding a witness
till he could give grand-jury testimony.

-Killed?
-Kidnapped.

-(overlapping conversations)
-Item six, your semiannual

-117th Street junkie sweep.
-(all groaning)

What Division wants, Division gets.

Lieutenant Hunter directs this offensive
against the two heavily trafficked blocks

-between Jefferson and Dekker.
-(man groaning)

Bates, Coffey, Renko, Hill, Perez,
Atkinson, and Barber, you're on.

Uh, seven. Now, most of you don't know,

but we had a federal grand jury witness
here yesterday under protective custody.

Was that, uh, Fisher, Sarge?

Yeah. Now, two goons last night

snatched him out of the lobby
of the Shepherd hotel,

shot up one of the FBI guys
who was guarding him.

We don't know whether they were trying
to spring Fisher

or whether they were trying
to get to him before he testified.

Whatever. Division has authorized an APB.

Eight. Lieutenant Calletano
wants to let you know

that as co-chairman of the department
committee on Hispanic promotion,

he is completing a white paper
on the progress of Latinos

to the rank of sergeant and above.

All interested officers are requested
to submit comments.

Uh, item nine. Uh, Detectives LaRue,
Washington, and Belker,

they're continuing their investigation
of the illegal activities

of the Intestinale Brothers'
Carting Company.

I understand that we can add suspicion

in the murder of restaurant owner
George Watkins to their parade of hits.

Well, anyway, you guys know what's what.

Uh, item ten.
Arson outbreak at the Hurtle project.

Lieutenant Calletano
coordinates the investigation,

um, with the fire marshal.

Eleven. Today is the runoff
between patrolman Andrew Renko...

(cheering, applauding)

...and Lieutenant Howard Hunter...
-(groaning, cheering)

-...for P.B.A. representative.
-(shushing)

Now, um, try to cast your vote
before you go out.

That way, maybe we can get an early count.

Let's get this thing over with.

Um, 12.

Uh, this--this is a memo from the captain.

"All officers, during arrest procedures,

"take time to establish
suspect's primary language.

"If called for, administer Miranda
in Spanish,

"as printed on your warning cards.

If uncertain, administer
in both English and Spanish."

Related to this, uh, Eddie Santiago,

who we lost his confession
to rape yesterday

because of this bilingual mix-up,

he tried to put the make
on our own Patsy Mayo.

(jeering)

-Hey!
-(man barks)

In English, in English!

And when she tried to go for the bust,
he pulled a piece.

So in addition to he goes away,
to put it delicately,

after Mayo returned fire,
it don't look like this creep

is gonna have rape
in his arsenal anymore, either.

(cheers, applause)

-My partner! Right here!
-(whistling)

Thataway, Detective,
which is a perfect demonstration

of what I've been telling you all along,

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

(indistinct conversations)

MAN: Way to go, Patsy.

-Sarge?
-Yeah, Perez.

Paletski's on a sick day.

I was wondering if you can pull me off
that junkie sweep.

-I'll take my regular patrol.
-Uh, no good, Mike.

With your partner out,
I'm short-handed on the sweep already.

You got a problem?

No, uh, no problem.

Uh, what did you mean by that, sergeant?

By what's that, Patsy?

That what I did demonstrates
what you've been saying?

What I did was in policy.
I was reacting to a situation.

What's the problem here?

I'm not saying that you should take
the law into your own hands.

Well, I-I don't like the way it sounded.

In fact, I never like it
when you say that.

Oh, hey, Detective,
it's an old cop saying.

All it means is, uh, be on the lookout.

Do your job before they do theirs.

Well, that might be a nicer way to put it.

Hey, how about "let's have a good shift"?

How about "let's do our job
before they do theirs"? Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

RENKO: Dennis, my friend,
remember when you vote today,

a vote for me is a vote for you.

I hate to be a stickler,
Andrew, but as a rule,

electioneering in such proximity
to the voting place is frowned on.

Mike, let's make the P.B.A. work
for all the cops on the beat.

-What do you say, amigo?
-You got my vote, Andy.

Captain, did you get authorization
on that wire for the Intestinale garage?

I think Henry's supposed to get it
this morning.

Good, 'cause Division
put the bug in last night.

Frank!

Frank, we have to talk.

-Fay...
-Emergency, Frank.

Fine.

That's pretty fast work on the hardware.

You don't know how fast, Frank.

-Fay, if it's about the check--
-No, it is not about the check.

Now, will you listen to me?

I went to Dr. Rose's office last night.

Uh, you know, it was after hours.
His nurse wasn't there.

But, of course, he's doing me a favor.

He gives me nitrous oxide,
he puts me in the chair,

and while I was under,

I believe he took advantage of me.

In what way?

In the way of unbuttoned buttons,
unclasped clasps.

That's a serious allegation.

Well, I have the evidence to back it up.

See for yourself.

What is that?

-It's a hickey on my breast.
-Frank--

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)

FRANK: Check number 1478,
Dr. Theodore Rose, right.

Stop payment. Mm-hmm. You're kidding me?

All right, I'll get in as soon as I can.

Six dollar fee is fine, yeah. Thanks.

I spoke to Sweeney in Midtown.

They can't move on Dr. Rose now.

He asked if we could take it alone.

All right, get a deposition from Fay
and start a search warrant.

All right.

Patsy...

-Could I see your teeth?
-What?

Smile for me.

-Slight overlap. Good.
-Good?

See Lieutenant Calletano
about an out-of-precinct undercover.

-Okay.
-RENKO: You swing your people my way,

-Lieutenant, patrolman--
-Andy...

I already had a conversation
about this with Howard.

You mean you already
made other arrangements?

-No.
-Henry, no last-minute

proletariat sentimentality surfacing.

How can I be more clear about this?

I am neutral. That's it.

I don't know
what you're so worked up about.

I only got nine votes.

Frank, Irwin Bernstein
just had this messengered over.

FBI wants any help we can give
on the Jimmy Fisher kidnapping.

-What is it?
-A list of people Fisher was gonna name

before the grand jury.

They wanna know
if there are any familiar faces.

Salvatore and Joseph Intestinale.

-You left the garbage where?
-MAN: You wanna make this run here...

In the street?

Address, Earl.

-What's the problem?
-No problem.

Just pay attention
to what's in front of you, Mike.

Yeah, yeah.
That's why you're second string, pal.

Yeah.

JOEY: If you could think,
you wouldn't be doing what you're doing.

That clears that up.

Vinnie was called out of town yesterday.

At the last minute, he subcontracts
to this mutt Earl from Detroit,

and this mutt leaves the garbage
right in the street.

Can you believe that?

Well, he ain't gonna pick it up.
You get a location?

Yeah, dumpster, broad daylight, the moron.

Joey, just shut up. (chuckles)

Our line of work, all people see
is what we don't do, right?

-Right.
-(laughs)

Missing a collection, though,
gets me right here.

Hey, you want to make
yourself useful, all right?

You pick up the dumpster here, all right,
and take it over to our dump right here.

Shouldn't they take it straight
to the processing plant?

Yeah, we could do that if it's better.

No, what's better is what I say.

Now, when Joey gets his own business,
then he can take it straight to the plant.

-Sal!
-Shut up, Joey!

Three guys... (chuckle)
you're out of here.

LARUE: What are we supposed
to be looking for?

WASHINGTON: I don't know.

That conversation seemed a little hinky,
don't you think?

Hey, those guys are hinky, period.

Hey, Mick, hold it!

(body thumps)

-Did you see what I think I saw?
-Yeah.

Jimmy Fisher, Captain,
shot about six times.

You recover a weapon?

Uh... no. We didn't find one.

There's a lot of garbage to sift through.

-What do you want us to do now?
-I'm gonna call the coroner's office,

see if we can get someone out there

to examine the body
and issue a certificate.

If they'll cooperate,
you go ahead and deliver the load,

then we'll set up a stakeout at the dump.

Right.

HUNTER (on megaphone):
Sons and daughters of Morpheus,

-forsake your sleep of walking dreams.
-(siren wailing)

Trust and find peace
in the arms of the law.

Learn to manufacture your own endorphins.

They're more economical,
and they're good for you, too.

All right, close it up.

Let's go.

No concert today.

Crackerjack work, officers.
First-rate performance.

Everybody gets an "A"
in my fields report today.

Hey, if somebody trying to buy votes
with false praise.

-He must think you two are real stupid.
-Hey, Renko. Renko, let's go!

(siren wailing)

-(coughs)
-(indistinct shouting)

(screaming in Spanish)

No! You gotta stay calm.

(shouting)

(sirens wailing)

-RENKO: Mike!
-Here, Andy.

-(coughs)
-RENKO: Mike, where are you, man?

-(shouting indistinctly)
-MIKE: This is the last one.

It's all right. Go, go, go!

Mike!

-Mike, is he okay?
-This here's the last one.

Anybody else up in there?

-That's it. Oh my god.
-That's all. (coughing)

You got 'em all out.
You got 'em all out, bud.

You're a hero, bud. You're a hero, bud.

(indistinct chatter)

So, Pats, this is our anniversary.

What anniversary?

A month ago today, I was Harry the Hump.

You were gonna get a new partner.

Don't sweat it.

So everything's good with us?

Mm-hmm. Everything's fine.

What are you doing?

Everything's fine.

-What?
-You're going like this.

Look, I can't believe they picked me
for this dentist undercover.

There's nothing wrong with my teeth.

Pats, they picked you
because the dentist doesn't grope guys.

-See these two teeth, they overlap.
-Where?

You think I should get these
straightened out, see?

(chuckles) Nobody notices that.

Maybe the captain's trying
to say something.

What is this, Patsy,
a little sweet on the captain?

-What's that mean?
-(chuckles) Sorry. None of my business.

Listen, jerk, "A," you're damn right
it's none of your business,

my personal life,
and "B", the answer's "no." N-O.

Well, good, because "C",
I think you're perfect.

Your teeth don't need braces.

-Harry...
-(man talking indistinctly)

-HARRY: Commercial plate, XEI397.
-(camera shutter clicking)

Uh, it looks like we're talking
one white male over six feet, dark jacket.

The dump guy's around,
I don't know, maybe 6'4".

He's a white male, mid-30s, plaid jacket.

Here's a driver. It's also a white male,
six feet, maybe more, dark jacket.

-(camera shutter clicking)
-Okay, we got 'em.

-Here he is.
-All right, my man. (laughs)

-Oh, Mike, that was terrific. Fabulous.
-Mike.

Congratulations, Mike.

Hey, Perez, way to go, man. That's great.

(speaking Spanish)

-Nice work.
-Thank you, Captain.

I got to go call my wife.

Where's my boy? Where's Señor Perez?

He went to make a phone call, Chief,
I'll get him.

-Good.
-STAN: Hey, Perez. Chief is here.

You don't mind if I borrow your foyer here

for a little impromptu announcement
on a Sinclair for Mike Perez, huh?

It just happened, Chief.
We'd like to do the paperwork.

Maybe hold off on an announcement.

Well, damn it, Ray, let's get paperwork.

The first Hispanic to earn
this department's highest medal.

-Let's get behind our boy here.
-Right away, Chief.

(reporters clamoring)

Officer Perez.

-Good. Let's take--
-No, it's that guy right there.

-What's that? Oh.
-Right here.

-Glad to meet you, Chief.
-Officer Perez.

-Uh, this okay, fellas?
-(overlapping dialog)

FLETCHER: Oh, and here we have
the citizens he saved.

Right here.

-(camera shutters clicking)
-A year and a half ago,

this tough street cop by my side

was involved in a tragic shooting
of a young child.

In its aftermath, he endured
the tortures of the damned.

But because on that day,

an enlightened police department
stood by him,

Officer Perez was on duty this morning

to pull four people
from a blazing, smoky inferno.

I am deeply proud to announce

that officer Mike Perez will receive
this department's highest honor,

the Sinclair medal for personal valor
above and beyond the call of duty.

-(applauding)
-(indistinct dialog)

-Do you have the reports on Mike Perez?
-Yeah, right here.

Give us another ten minutes, Lieutenant.

All right, as long as the chief gets them
before he leaves, huh?

You got writer's cramp there, pal?

Just trying to get it
down straight, Renko.

I didn't see Perez
at the junkie sweep, did you?

I did not, 'cause he was over at the fire.

Yeah, but the fire call came
after the sweep.

It was in our sector, not his.

The report does not ask you
to speculate, Robert,

whether the man might previously have been
on an unauthorized coffee break.

The man saved four lives.

It's a bird, it's a plane,

it's Fletcher Daniels
climbing on a bandwagon.

Do you know that for weeks
he's been trying to diffuse

a departmental committee
on Hispanic underrepresentation?

Along comes Mike Perez, hero of the hour.

I'm happy for him, though.

Yeah, me too.

Boy, you look great.

I'm meeting Irwin Bernstein
at the Beau Rivage.

Any inclinations?

I'm not sure I've got a clear enough
picture to know yet.

-You got my vote.
-Which way?

-Whatever you decide.
-Thanks, pizza man.

Now, just tell me about your junkie sweep.

You guys, uh, pull a decent arrest
in the lot?

I doubt it.

Captain, we got a junkie real itchy
to get back on the street.

He says he can give us
this morning's arsonist.

Good. Get him into interrogation.

-Ray...
-Yes?

Yeah, Mike, look, when I assign you
to a junkie sweep,

it's 'cause I want you on a junkie sweep.

I was on my way.

Then I saw some suspicious
activity in the building.

So you countermanded my order.

You end up pulling three kids
out of a blaze.

I ought to yell at you,
but I guess I'll shake your hand.

-And, hey, don't make it no practice.
-MAN: Congratulations.

You got it, Sarge.

You know, we had a Sinclair
winner last year

back at Polk Avenue, Billy Brock.

Got his hand blown off diffusing a bomb.

-Tough kid.
-Hey, Sinclair award for bravery,

above and beyond.

Son of a gun, Miguel Perez.

-Doesn't sound too bad, huh?
-Thanks, Sarge.

Are we talking only about today?

All I know is this morning. (panting)

Come on, man,
when am I gonna get out of here?

You'll be out of here as soon
as we can verify the information.

Man, I don't get out of here,
they'll be gone with my stash.

I got to move!

His name and address.

I give it to you, you'll let me go?

When we make the arrest.

-Cooperate or go back downstairs.
-(sobbing)

Willie Goins.

117th and Dekker.

He's above the Chinese laundry, man.

Coffey, Bates...

arson suspect.

-Uh, Mike, you have a second?
-Sure.

I just want to let you know
I think it's a wonderful award,

and there's no one I'd rather see get it.

I didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't
have done under the circumstances.

Give yourself some credit.
You had a rough year.

-Thanks, Lieutenant.
-Frank, Mick Belker wants to know

can we expedite authorization
on bugging the Intestinale garage.

I have a call in.
Tell him we're moving as fast as we can.

-Nice work, Mike.
-Thanks.

I don't usually have wine with lunch.

I'm just trying to soften you up.

-Irwin, you flirt.
-(chuckling) No.

uh, Bernstein's rule number one,

never flirt with a woman
whose husband carries a gun.

Have you given the offer any more thought?

I'm worried about how much
independence I'd have,

how much discretion.

I'm just trying to get a better picture.

Suppose I get an innocent guy.

-Your three out of 100?
-Your three, your six.

Suppose I know the guy is innocent,
but I've got him anyway.

What happens then?

What happens? You dismiss.

I wouldn't have to go through channels?

Persuade some gung-ho
throw-away-the-key types?

Worst possible case,
if the D.A. totally disagreed with you,

he'd pass the file to somebody else.

What about plea bargaining?

What if I need to go
outside the guidelines?

You go to your superior,
who happens to be me,

your classic old softie,
who would tell you,

"Do what you think is right."

And if it's not you?

I don't know what you've heard,

but there are good lawyers
working out of that office.

I don't think you'd have any trouble.

What I'm trying to say is
we wanna make it work.

I'm grateful for everything
you're doing here, Irwin--

Maybe the way to look at it is
the D.A.'s office needs you.

I know the P.D.'s office needs you, too,
but if the system works,

it's because the best people
are making it work on both sides.

We need passion like yours,
your intelligence, your integrity.

I don't think I can spell it out
any clearer than that.

Asking all the ways
I can get innocent guys off,

-I'm still reacting like a P.D.
-Still?

You mentioned 44,000?

We're talking 44,000,
we're talking annual salary review.

-We're talking political stepping stone.
-When would you want me?

-Yesterday. What do you say?
-You've got a deal.

-Mm-hmm.
-(both laughing)

Captain, we got Willie Goins upstairs,
the junkie who set that fire.

I think you should hear this.

Don't find fire on Willie Goins' sheet.

"B" and "E," "B" and "E."

"B" and "E" is my shtick.

RAY: Just tell the captain your story.

I do business with one of your cops.

I may do business in an information way.

Your Mike Perez's snitch.
I authorize the money.

I wasn't aware you were aware
of the arrangement.

-What's going on?
-He says Mike Perez booked the fire.

-What?
-He did. He told me to set it.

When did he tell you that?

Last night, he come by my crib.

-FRANK: How much did he pay you?
-Sixty bucks.

Where did you set it?

Right down on the basement step.

Dumped gasoline down there.

You willing to take a lie-detector test?

(scoffs) Whatever you want.

Arson and flame is not
Willie Goin's operation.

FRANK: Get him to garden level.

MAN: Would you come with me, please?

-(door closes)
-Where's Perez?

He went to lunch.

All right, set up the polygraph.

Let's talk to the people he rescued
and the other cops who saw it.

-I do not want to believe this.
-Neither do I.

HARRY: We got real nice stuff, Captain.

You're gonna be pleased.

Right, and it's all on film.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, I think it was the cousin
that picked up the body, Captain.

Paul Intestinale.

Yeah, he came
with that moron goon, uh, Carl.

All right, they came about an hour
after our guys dropped it off

and went directly to the funeral home
at 4269 Hudson.

All right, frequent contact, Harry.

Listen, has Mayo left
for Dr. Rose's office yet?

Yeah.

Okay, good, good. All right.

I did it.

-What?
-I took it, the prosecutor's job.

-Congratulations.
-(laughs) Thanks.

-What?
-You look as if you're about to jump

-over a fence.
-(laughs)

-When do you start?
-Monday.

-Really? That soon?
-Mm.

Irwin has to start then as bureau chief,
and there are cases in process.

I don't mind jumping in.
Get to find out what it's like.

-You're excited.
-I'm something.

Oh, excuse me, Frank.

Uh, we got Willie Goins'
polygraph results.

-Sorry.
-(indistinct) Lieutenant.

Goins passed every question.
He's telling the truth.

No ambiguities?

Captain, that's Mrs. Suarez
right behind me.

She's seen Perez a number of times

in the last couple weeks
at the tenement house.

In fact, he knocked on her door,
even talked to her two or three times.

He was there this morning
before the alarms went out.

Uh, Mike...

Could I talk to you for a minute?

Is there a problem, Lieutenant?

(door closes)

We arrested Willie Goins on a tip, Mike.

Jeez, uh, do you think
we can kick the bust, Captain?

He's my snitch.

He says you hired him
to set fire to that building

where you rescued the Suarez family.

(chuckles) Are you kidding?

You don't believe that.

He says you paid him 60 dollars
and offered him a ride--

-This is sick!
-He just passed the polygraph.

Of course he's gonna pass a polygraph.

The guy's as schizzy as hell.

I-I told you when I brought it
to you, Captain.

When I asked if can turn Goins,

I told you where I met him
and everything else.

I met him when I was under treatment,
Lieutenant.

I told the captain that Goins is a junkie
and he's half nuts,

but that he's connected
with some heavy "B" and "E" guys.

We don't think Goins is lying about this.

We think you set up that rescue.

Oh, you know, this is great!

(sighs) This is terrific.

A psycho stool pigeon
looks to get well, giving me up,

and my own people buy his story.

Thanks for the loyalty!
Thanks for believing in me!

It isn't just his testimony, Miguel.

You left your assignment.

You got to the fire
before it was called in.

Mrs. Suarez says
you were hanging around the building.

You even talked to her.

So?

So, I was looking for a guy

who was taking copper pipes
out of condemned buildings.

FRANK: That's not what Mrs. Suarez says.

Look, Mike, we know you've had a year
of terrible pressure.

Nobody's sitting in judgment here.

But if you don't come forward quickly,

we're gonna lose the opportunity
to deal with this

on any kind of sympathetic level.

I mean, you're facing headlines,
indictment, jail.

I'm not coming forward...

'cause I didn't do anything wrong.

-Miguel, please.
-Sure, you side with the lieutenant.

-You give up one of your own.
-(speaking Spanish)

We're doing everything we can
to exonerate you, Mike.

We're looking into everything.

But you better get yourself a lawyer.

Chief, there's no question in my mind
that Perez is lying.

I know it's an embarrassment.

Maybe if you hadn't been so quick
to canonize him...

Of course we're investigating.

No, we're not.

He-He tried to commit suicide
18 months ago.

Yeah.

Okay, I will.

(receiver hangs up)

It's all gonna blow up in his face, Ray.

I'd be more sympathetic
if he had the guts to come forward.

Piece of junk!

Oficial, muchas gracias.

Come on. (sighs)

-Okay.
-(machine whirring)

Now, keep your mouth closed, please.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. Open, please.

Well, Patsy, you have some
reclusive crowding in the mandible.

It's causing a minor dislocation
of the cuspid.

-Oh. (chuckles)
-Okay, you can close.

-Okay, coming up here.
-So, what's the verdict?

(chuckles)
It's all very strictly cosmetic,

and I could charge you an arm
and a very pretty leg.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

That would involve bands, separators.

That's the "A" way to go.

It's very costly
and, uh, it takes a lot of time.

As opposed to the "B" way?

(clicks tongue) Well, the "b" way,
excuse me,

is that you come in early one morning.

I refile, recontour the cuspid,
adjust the bite, and you're done.

-Is it painful?
-No, not at all.

I give you some goofy gas,
you won't feel a thing.

Oh. How soon do you think we can do this?

Well, if you want it, as I remember,

we have an eight o' clock cancellation
tomorrow morning.

-How would that be?
-Okay.

I know it's silly.

I've always had this thing about smiling
because of my teeth.

You're a very beautiful woman, Patsy.

We'll make sure you have
a very beautiful smile, okay?

-(chuckles) Thank you, Dr. Rose.
-That's all right.

MAN: Yeah, throw it up. Come on.
That's it. Right this way. Let's go.

-Salvetti?
-Yeah, he's got that guy Earl with him.

I gotta use the john.

Long run, Mike.

-Hey.
-(laughs)

Maybe that restaurant guy
don't like our prices.

-Maybe he put something in the food.
-I'll tell you something.

We're gonna have to go back
and do a follow-up on that guy.

'Cause when they're all scared like that
with the tears and everything,

the next day, that's when they look
to back out on you.

See, this is beautiful here.

The guy wants 100 percent plus a bonus,

for which he leaves
the delivery in an alley!

This is what I was told, Mr. Intestinale,
8,000 bonus if I got to him by today.

(speaks foreign language)

He blows an assignment,
and he wants a bonus.

I don't think it's right
not to get the bonus.

He don't think it's right.

He comes in to do an assignment,
and he leaves the package in the street!

Mr. Intestinale, it was dark.

I thought I was being followed.

Usual procedure is to take evasive action.

See, I said you had to hear this.
This is who I'm trying to make sense to.

Kid, you were supposed
to deliver the package

to the funeral home.

If the package don't get proper disposal,
then we haven't done our job right.

And this family's got a reputation
for 22 years!

Mr. Intestinale, I am a professional.

I followed professional procedure.

Now I gotta fall down and die!

I mean, this guy's gonna give me a stroke.
I could bust my veins out!

Four thousand dollars.

That's not what was discussed.

Absolutely correct.

Now, you tell our friend back in Detroit

we're not satisfied
with who he sent to us.

You tell him we think
40 percent is more than fair.

And if he's got any questions about it,

He's to call me personally.

Understand?

You got that?

Now, get out of here.

-Get on back to Detroit.
-You need a map?

We got a monkey map.

You're going back in the trees,
you baboon brain!

No, I don't think
that crackin' wise helps anything.

-I'm sorry.
-(indistinct chattering)

I know I didn't do an A-plus job.

Maybe I'll get to work for you again.

(toilet flushes)

MAN: Yeah, get out of here, will you?

Hey, uh, what do you got, the runs?

-You got the trots?
-(car engine starts)

Yeah. (coughs) I really don't feel well.

-(tires screech)
-I'm gonna call my doctor.

(tires screech)

You know all the trouble that I was having
writing up that report.

-All I'm saying--
- The stuff just wasn't

adding up from the start.

All I'm saying, Chief Daniels and all,
come to their conclusions mighty quick.

-Maybe before jumping the gun...
-He had to.

we ought to wait on a few more facts.

You two--Hey, look, I'm not trying
to crucify the guy.

Will you listening to what Bates
was saying?

-About that Mrs. Suarez?
-Suarez. Yeah, right.

-Heck, yeah, I did. It made me sick.
-WOMAN (on radio): All units,

grand jury homicide, vehicle,
1973 Lincoln,

Michigan license 379 Paul David five,
proceeding east on Clifford,

-between 118 from...
-Hold on.

-...armed and dangerous.
-2202 in response.

(siren wailing)

(rock music playing)

-2203 heading south on Devane.
-WOMAN (on radio): Roger, 2203.

WOMAN (on radio): 2203 is in pursuit
southbound on Devane.

-2203, we're east on Devane alley.
-WOMAN (on radio): Copy, 2203.

Out of the car!

(indistinct conversations)

-Hey, do I get a phone call?
-Yeah, you get one.

Could it be long distance?

I'd like to discuss facts
here a second, Earl.

We have you for kidnapping,

positive I.D. from the detectives
at the hotel last night.

We have you for murder.
We found Jimmy Fisher's body.

You found the body.

Right in the dumpster where you left it.

And the caliber matched
to the gun we got from your car.

(sighs) You got such a great case.
What do you need me for?

Well, if you agree to testify
against the Intestinales,

we could cut some kind of deal.

Earl, think.

If we arrest the Intestinales,

they're gonna roll over on you
like a rock.

Do you think they won't?

I didn't even get paid my full figure.

Can you believe that?
The nerve of those creeps.

If this was Detroit,
I wouldn't even be here.

This place would be knee deep in lawyers,
and I'd be home watching the ballgame.

Those slobs! Those slob garbage men.

Let me tell you. I wouldn't ordinarily do
business with people like that

because frankly,
they insult my intelligence.

Do you wanna wait for your lawyer, Earl?

Some out-of-town suit who don't know me?
No, thank you.

Earl Schuster knows the law.

And, by the way, uh, would, um,

4,000 cash do anything for you gentlemen,

by way of getting me out of this thing,
you know, quietly?

I'm just gonna let that go by, Earl.

Okay, okay, forget I mentioned it.

What kind of time are we talking about?

Five to seven years, depending

-on the judge and probation.
-Five to seven?

You killed a guy, Earl!

Hey, give me a break, for crying out loud.
I hardly didn't even get paid.

If you refuse to cooperate,
the alternative is 12 years minimum.

Earl Schuster does a job,

he expects to get paid
in cash full as discussed!

I'm a professional.
I shouldn't even be here.

I do these guys a favor,

I come down here at the last minute
and they try to stiff me.

Let me tell you, that is bad business.

Nobody stiffs Earl Schuster.

(sighs)

Okay, what do you need?

Just keep talking.

-Take his statement, Henry.
-(Earl sighs)

(door opens)

Ray, let's go for warrants
on the Intestinales, suspicion murder,

and let's get a search warrant
for the mortuary.

We have to have that body.

-Well?
-He seems like an okay guy.

You haven't been with him
while you're unconscious.

I will be tomorrow.
He's giving me the gas.

Sarge, about my Midtown operation,
any luck with the 1,000-millimeter lens?

Ah, division's giving me the runaround.

Hill is looking into maybe his girlfriend
getting one for us.

Oh, Perez, a couple
of phone messages for you.

That-that woman
from the channel eight news.

Hold it! Police officers.

-All right, step back.
-Sorry to interrupt, ma'am.

We've got a warrant here
to search the casket.

-Ma'am, ma'am, please.
-You leave my Sidney alone!

-Ma'am, please.
-Don't-- Don't touch the--

Ma'am! Ma'am! Ma'am, please!

Now, I happen to know that this
is a very sorrowful time for you.

But we have reason to believe
that this is not your Sidney.

-Well, of course, it's my Sidney.
-I'm sorry, ma'am.

-Who else could it be?
-You're going to have to just step back!

-BOBBY: Please.
-(crying) My Sidney! Oh, you pigs!

You monsters!

-Mr. Baldisseri...
-Flip it! Flip it over!

-Release the pins!
-What?

-Push it back. Push it back.
-WOMAN: What are you doing? What?

-Okay, turn it this way.
-Oh!

-Careful. Careful you don't knock him out.
-(WOMAN SHOUTING)

-There we go. There we go.
-WOMAN: Oh!

-Are you ready?
-Yeah.

-(grunts)
-(body thuds)

Mr. Fisher, I presume.

(sirens wail)

-(talking indistinctly)
-HUNTER (on megaphone): Police!

Intestinale and associates,
this is the police...

-Freeze!
-Put your hands on your head!

-BELKER: What is this?
-You're busted, Sal.

SAL: You're cops? You're kidding me!

Hey, get out of here.

-This is disgusting!
-Shut up! You're under arrest!

Hey! You're dead meat, dude!
You can't do this to me.

You ain't got nothin' on me!
You understand?

Move, garbage dump!

-(indistinct conversations)
-(telephone ringing)

You'll get it next year, Lieutenant.

Congratulations, Andrew.

-I won?
-Hey, you won, Andy!

-I want to say good luck...
-That's fantastic.

-Hey, Renko won!
-Hey, way to go!

-(cheering)
-Representative Andrew Renko.

You seem to have inspired
the sort of confidence

-that this position requires.
-Congratulations, Andrew.

Say, Andy, you gonna call Daryl Ann?

-In a minute. In a minute.
-All right.

-I just...
-So, Andy, the people speak, huh?

I wanna wish you nothing
but the best, Andrew.

Ain't this something?
Ain't this something?

-(laughing)
-(indistinct conversations)

Mistake, mistake, mistake.

(chuckling) You spank my monkey!
Ain't that something?

Andrew J. Renko elected to office.

I'll tell you what, little girl.

You get a bottle of "bo-jolly,"
and I'm gonna come home.

We're gonna celebrate
all night long. Bye-bye.

Hey, there, bud!

How's it going?

-Hear about my election?
-Yeah, I just overheard.

Look, Mike, um, maybe if you want
to talk to somebody about this...

What did you hear, huh?

Did you hear about that railroad job
that they're pulling on me?

I heard some stuff.

-Yeah, I heard some rumors.
-(sighs)

You know, maybe, uh,
we ought to go down to the union

and try to find some name of a lawyer
you could talk to.

Why is that?

'Cause you think
I set some family on fire?

Oh, no, I just think,
under the circumstances,

you get the best kind of advice possible.

Yeah, but who do you believe, Renko?

I mean, do you believe me
or some damn street snitch?

-I wasn't there, Mike.
-You saw me!

-Yeah, I saw you, but I saw you--
-(grunts)

I come back, you know that, man?

I come back from hell!

Nobody here made it easy for me!

And now, finally, I do one thing right...

and now they're gonna
take it away from me.

(sobbing) Mike came home
for about an hour,

tearing around the house like a...

Oh, he said, "Don't believe anything
the cops say because it's a railroad."

But, oh, God help me, Captain,
I told you what's been going on.

I'm so afraid for him.

Please...

just don't punish him anymore.

-What the hell are you doing here?
-Mike...

I don't understand this.
Now, why are you here?

Because you're in trouble,
because I love you, Mike.

What have you been telling him, huh?

She's trying to help you, Mike.

I told him we can't go on like this
with you this way.

I told him...

what you said yesterday
about this being the day for you.

(crying) Who told you to say that?

You're supposed to be my wife.

(crying) Mike, you're destroying yourself.
Please.

It's over, Mike.

Okay.

Okay. (sniffles)

(Mike crying)

(siren wails in distance)

Why did you do this, Mike?

-Why?
-Just to do something...

to have something, at least, so...

they wouldn't look at me
like I was still that guy...

that cop that...

that killed a kid.

So I wouldn't be dead meat.

I-I've been dead meat, Captain.

People could have died.

Hey, come on.

Do you think I'm crazy?

"Crazy Perez torches people"?

Goins--he set the fire way in the back.

I-I was right there from the jump.

At the very least, a boy was cut.

Some young children were panicked.

A family of squatters
lost all their possessions.

At worst, people could have died.

(crying) I feel like I'm dying.

Do you like this?

Do you like to see a guy
who died at 34 years old?

No, I-I'm okay.

I am okay now, Captain.

What's gonna happen to the medal now?
Gone, huh?

The whole shot, in the papers,
just like last time.

Well, because the chief spoke so fast...

there'll probably be some of that.

Not the joint, though, huh?

They wouldn't put me in the joint,
would they?

I can't say that for sure.

Uh, I'm sorry about that
Latino thing, Lieutenant.

I'm sorry about screwing that up for you.

Stay with him, Ray.

Uh, I'd like to put you in county
for 72 hours or so, Mike.

I'm gonna make the phone call now, okay?

I'm sorry about that...

Latino thing, Lieutenant.

(door opens, closes)

His wife said he had
four different partners last year

because nobody wanted to ride with him.

It's right here.

And I approved every transfer
because on its merits,

each one made sense.

I never noticed the pattern.

You've had three roll-call sergeants
in a year.

None of them noticed, either.

Yeah, but it's my job to notice.
I get paid to notice.

Who else is gonna look out for them?

The department shrink, for openers.

You can't get help from the shrink
if you stop going to the shrink.

And you stop going to the shrink

because even though
the department provides one,

it tells you in 100 silent ways
that if you go, you're branded.

Not crazy, necessarily,
but just a little off.

Someone maybe your partner wouldn't want
to trust his life to in a pinch.

(sighs)

So you tough it out.

You drink.

Or you kick the dog.

Anything so you don't have to feel.

It's as if feelings
are a cop's natural enemy.

There's so much pain out there.

So much madness.

You shut out your feelings
just to survive...

And you don't dare look up
for fear of what you might see.

And, but for the grace of God,
there goes you in a ratty bathrobe...

tearing at the flesh on your ankles
instead of Mike Perez.

MALE ANNOUNCER (on TV): ...Fletcher
Daniels on this exclusive report.

...Officer Perez's misguided act
was met with immediate

and understandable enthusiasm.

Our review process is designed

to generally avert just such
premature disclosure,

as Captain Furillo unfortunately allowed.

-However well-intentioned, his mo--
-(TV turns off)

Old Fletcher Daniels
is police exhibit "A."

Once you start lying about your feelings,
it's easier to lie about facts.

Hmm. He's a quality individual,

and I'm looking forward
to working with him.

(both chuckle)

I love you, Ms. Assistant D.A.

Is that a feeling or a fact?

Both.

(closing theme playing)