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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

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

He puts me in the chair, and while I was under,

I believe he took advantage of me.

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

There's nothing wrong with my teeth.

-You mentioned 44,000? -We're talking 44,

-we're talking political steppingstone. -When would you want me?

-How long have you been an addict? -Long time.

-Mama? -Don't be bothering yourself now.

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

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

Item four... after yesterday's unfortunate incidents,

Mike Perez is on indefinite suspension.

Pulatsi rides with Frain today and until further notice.

Oh, one more word about Mike Perez.

Now, it's my guess this poor guy was going around

with a lot of pressure inside.

The lid on the kettle never got raised,

the pressure kept building up.

That's N.G., people.

You gotta let the pressure off.

And for what it's worth, I hope you'd feel

that Jablonski is a place where you could do that,

that Jablonski's here to listen.

Ongoings...

uh, Mike Belker is on an arson undercover at the Dante project,

and Mayo, Garibaldi, LaRue, and Washington

continue out-of-precinct on Operation Molar.

-Hey, a pop today, folks? -Camera's rolling, Sergeant.

-Cute. -Item six,

as of this a.m., Andrew Renko is your new PBA representative.

(cheering, applauding)

Thank you very much.

Every redress will be handl--

Item seven, the sign-up sheet for the spring bowling league

is on the board upstairs.

You'll notice at the top of said sheet

the John Hancock of yours truly,

who, without giving the tootsky to his own bugle,

will admit to being the mainstay

of the last year's league-victorious Polk Avenue Kincoids.

What do you say, folks?

Let's have a top-notch kegling group this year.

Let's get out there, let's bring home the hardware!

Okay.

Okay, that's it.

Let's get out there, let's do it to th--

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I wanna say something about the way I turn you out.

When I say, "Let's do it to them before they do it to us,"

I'm saying, "Let's be a good cop out there.

Let's do our job before the bad guys do theirs."

'Cause it's damn sure they're gonna be doing theirs.

That's what I mean.

That's the last time I'm gonna say what I mean.

I never meant, "abridge a citizen's rights,"

I never meant, "go trigger-happy," anything else.

I'm 27 years with the force

with great pride in one discharge of a weapon,

and that was in the air, thank God.

Anyway, have a good shift.

And with the aforementioned in mind,

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

(indistinct conversations)

Morning, Mrs. Furillo.

Detectives, are you gonna bust Dr. Rose today?

-No pun intended. -We hope so.

Hey, that pervert's history, Mrs. Furillo.

You know, the only good thing I can say for the guy

is he's got great taste in who he molests.

-(sighs) You're a slug, Detective LaRue. -Hey, pay a compliment.

Well, it's very sweet of you to offer, Ma.

I don't think it's a good idea, though.

Because I'm a grown man, and I have my own life,

and I don't think I should come live with you.

Ma.

Ma.

Ma!

We will talk about this later. In the me-- No, listen to me.

I do not want you planning I'm gonna move in, all right?

Yes.

I know the room's exactly how I left it.

Leo.

I gotta go, Ma.

I love you, too. Goodbye.

How is Mother Belker, Mick?

They're knocking down my building.

She wants me to move in with her.

Oh, good. First impressions.

Quick.

It's a nice trailer.

It's a recreational vehicle.

Barring any glitches, I'm taking ownership this morning.

Great. It's nice.

Use it in good health.

Listen, if you're free for lunch, I'd be delighted to have you come aboard.

Huh? Listen, I'll tell you what,

we could have lunch and christen the galley.

-What do you say? -Yeah, I guess I could make it.

HOWARD: Good for you, Mick.

Ms. Davenport?

When does the new job start?

First thing Monday morning.

My replacement, Connie Chapman--

-Sergeant Lucy Bates. -Sergeant.

Connie. Good luck. You're gonna need it up here.

(chuckles) Thanks.

-Sergeant, you got a minute? -Yeah.

-I'll be with you in a moment. -See if I can promote a cup of coffee.

I had a phone call yesterday from Fabian's mother.

She wants him back, Lucy.

Tell her to forget about it. No way.

She's looking for a lawyer. I referred her to legal aid.

What does she think, she can just waltz in off the street between tricks

and pick up Fabian away from me, is that what she thinks?

-Who does she think she is? -Sergeant, please,

don't kill the messenger.

If I were you, I'd call Ruth Morganstern at the youth authority.

She can advise you better than I.

Yeah, but can his mother really do this?

I mean, can they really take Fabian away from me?

Lucy, I'd call right away.

WOMAN (on radio): Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See Surplus Store, corner People's Drive and 124th Street.

(sirens waling)

(theme music playing)

(siren wailing)

-Hit-and-run. -I saw it! I saw the other car drive off!

He went through that stop sign,

-then hit this car! -Tell me about it over here.

(shouting)

How are they? Are they gonna be all right?

Just take it easy, sir.

Are they all right? (crying) Shantell.

Look over here, sir. Sir!

Yeah, the first three letters, "A," "X," "P."

(voice breaking) That's all I saw.

I didn't see anything else except the man was white.

She's dead.

(sobs) They all are.

BOBBY: Sir, just try to take it easy, please.

MAN: I saw him. He looked right at us.

BOBBY: Okay. It's okay, sir.

ANDY: Bobby Hill, Bobby Hill.

-Jerome Simmons. -How's his children?

Bobby, if he owns this car has got warrants,

grand larceny and a bail jump.

Registered to someone named Simmons?

-"Jerome Simmons"? -That's him.

The guy loses his whole damn family.

How are we supposed to bust him?

Hey! Hey! Hey! Does he need medical assistance?

Well, he has head cuts, maybe a concussion.

-We ought to take him in for a look. -Let's just get on it.

-All right, get on it. -My babies are my life.

-Please don't tell me all my life is gone. -Mr. Simmons,

some warrants have fallen on you, sir.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to place you under arrest.

I don't care about that.

I just want to know if my babies are dead.

Are they gone?

Is Shantell gone?

-Come on, let's get him up. -Let's go! Let's just go!

(crying) Oh, God.

Take him in?

JEROME: Oh, God, my family's gone.

BOBBY: Renko, let's go.

Renko!

It's "G"-rated so far, Neal. He's working on her mouth.

Whoa-- whoa. Hold the phone.

Oh, man, this guy is a sicko. Ooh.

Biting the shoe?

(chuckles) Yeah, I guess that's what they mean by

"a conscientiously applied program of oral hygiene

with regular professional care."

-Let's take him. -Wait, wait, wait. What for, man?

Come on. What, molesting a shoe?

Hold on.

Wha-- Here. Here we go. Here it is.

All right, northern migration. Uh-huh.

One button, uh-huh. Two buttons.

The blouse is open.

-Uh-oh, he's in the rose garden. -Come on, let's take him.

Now, wait. Now, wait a minute.

Seriously, Neal, I want to make sure we got enough.

-Hey, we got enough, J.D. -Wait! Just wait. Oh--

Oh, all right, all right. Hello, mama!

All right, all right. Now, now, now.

-Go to the mouth. Take him. -Whoa!

All right, police, you're busted. Move away from her.

-What's the meaning of this? -You're under arrest, sexual battery.

Battery? I... just massaging my patients.

Save it, twisty, the whole thing's on videotape.

-DR. ROSE: I... -Are you okay, Pats?

-Mm-hmm. -DR. ROSE: I wouldn't mean to harm her

at all. I...

Officer, nothing like this will ever happen again.

-You have my solemn promise. -You got that right.

Look, please, don't put me through this right now.

Hey, come on, Doc, you got to use your feet.

Theodore Rose, Leo. Sexual battery, attempted rape.

-LEO: Address? -Picked him up at 6752 River Drive.

-Need your residence, Doc. -The disgusting Dr. Rose.

Fay, there's a tremendous mistake's taken place here.

That's right, and you made it.

I'm the one that fingered you, you creep.

-You-- -Address, sir.

It's 1317 Fenton Street.

-That's Heather Hills. -Good work, Neal.

Ah, Mayo's the one who did great, Captain.

So, what did you do to Detective Mayo? Did you give her the gassy rope, too?

-No, no. -You all right?

-FAY: You're a psychopath... -Yeah, I think so.

I think maybe she should lie down, Captain.

-No, no. I'll be okay.

-Take an hour, Patsy. -Come on.

DR. ROSE: Please, Fay.

Henry, let's get Rose's files.

Track down his other female patients.

See if any of them has a grievance, maybe will come in and swear a complaint.

-FAY: What'd he do to her? -The usual things, Mrs. Furillo.

Hey, hey, hey. Some not so usual.

Have you checked your shoes, Mrs. Furillo?

Are those the ones you were wearing yesterday?

(gasps) Bite marks?

Oh, you-you filth!

Leo! Leo, I'm gonna trade you cameras for the VCR, all right?

-I want to make sure this came out okay. -The viewing room's empty.

I'll be upstairs. No one under 18 admitted.

Captain, Heights just found

that car from the hit-and-run abandoned in an alley.

-Forensics is going over it now. -Registration?

Carl Barnett. Suburban address.

-He called it in stolen 8:30 this morning. -Excuse me, Stan.

ANDY: You'll have to stand right here, Mr. Simmons.

Sir, this is Mr. Jerome Simmons.

Ah, Mr. Simmons, I'm Captain Furillo.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

-Mr. Simmons, come on in here. -Captain, he saw the driver.

-He's willing to give a statement. -Good.

How do you want to handle him from here?

Warrants fell out, Bobby. I can't help that.

-Book him? Captain... -Let him make any phone calls

he has to make, and I'll ask the D.A. how he wants to proceed.

Dr. Rose?

Yes, here I am... Dr. Molester.

I'm Joyce Davenport, this is Ms. Chapman.

How do you do?

Doctor.

Why did you request a public defender, Doctor?

I can't imagine you're indigent.

Imagine? (sighs)

(clicks tongue) The book on Dr. Ted Rose is squarely into chapter 11.

I see.

No, I don't think you do.

There's just no income... can withstand an obsession.

I mean, it's nothing for me anymore to...

to go through four or five dozen Capezios in a week.

(snorts, coughs)

I'm going to ask the, uh, district attorney's office

to let you be evaluated for probation

in a psychiatric program, Doctor.

Thank you. I...

Could that mean that maybe I wouldn't have to go to jail?

We'll keep you apprised.

Oh, I... want you to know...

how hard and long...

I've fought this thing and...

I mean, I gave up a second-year residency in podiatry because of this.

(giggling) Oh, I'm sorry.

You know, you got a lot of attitude, lady,

for somebody with occluded bicuspids.

Mr. Simmons, you're gonna stay with Officer Renko and myself

until you can be seen by your public defender.

We're not gonna put you in a holding cell, sir.

You can go out here in the squad room.

Maybe you can use the telephone to call somebody.

-What for? -I expect you have some people to call.

I don't wanna call nobody.

I just want you to take a gun and shoot me in the head.

Or let me shoot the person that killed my family!

-Mr. Simmons! -I see him.

I see my baby!

Jerome! Jerome, listen!

Who's there to call?

Who's there to make the arrangements?

She... she got people.

Okay, okay. Let's just go call them.

Come on now.

Excuse me?

Ah, Ruth Morganstern, youth authority.

Sergeant Bates is expecting you.

Thank you.

Right. Thanks.

Stolen car's owner is on his way over from the Heights to pick up his 802s.

Put Simmons downstairs.

I don't want them bumping into each other.

Right.

Forensics brought this in from the Cadillac, Captain.

Somebody's brown-bagging it.

Bottle of scotch, empty. Some kind of a scarf.

Henry, put the scarf in property,

dust the bottle for prints, and run the car owner's sheet.

-Right away. -Forensics said the car

must've been doing 40 miles an hour.

What kind of a guy takes out a family then drives away?

She's completed the rehab program.

She's secured a place to live.

She's working nights in a downtown office building.

She is apparently off drugs for good.

You bet your life savings on that?

No, but she's the boy's mother.

The court would lean heavily

towards placing him with his natural parent.

And what if I want to fight it?

Well, a separate action to have her declared unfit

would take an attorney, could drag on months,

and you'd be out-of-pocket several thousand at a minimum.

So what?

I feel like I'm fighting for his life.

I can't tell you what to do, Sergeant.

But I can ask you,

if you care about Fabian as much as I think you do,

what good can possibly come from a bitter and protracted legal fight

between the only two people who ever really cared about him?

What she say?

Uh, that there would be a big court battle

that would cost a lot of money, which I can't afford...

and I'd probably lose him anyway.

Hey, look, Luce,

I could give you a couple of thou,

I mean, if that would help.

I got that money from Vegas. I didn't do anything with it.

That's very sweet of you. Thank you.

I mean it, Luce, anything you need, anything at all.

Uh...

I'm gonna lose him, Joe.

And...

You know, I've only had him two months...

and I can't remember what my life was like before.

Hey.

It's okay. It's okay.

I had some last concern about manageability in city traffic.

Well, that vehicle is ultra manageable, Lieutenant.

It's a pleasure to drive.

As well as gasoline consumption--

It's not-It's not a Civic. I can't lie to you.

On the other hand,

I think we know we're not gonna be fooled anymore

by guys in bedsheets yelling "crisis" and, and, and trying to blackmail

the greatest nation on the face of this Earth.

'Cause listen... I'm not saying it's gonna be cheap,

but fuel is going to be plentiful.

It's going to be available to you as the consumer

because we're not gonna put up with that malarkey anymore.

WOMAN (on P.A.): Mr. Cohen, phone call, line three.

Yes, well, uh...

Lieutenant, (chuckles) how do I stand with you?

I mean, last Tuesday, you walked off of this lot,

I thought we had a sale.

I went-- I filled out all the papers and everything else--

Well, to be perfectly candid,

I intend to drive off of your lot today in this vehicle.

You do? Good for you.

'Cause I have a check in my pocket

in the amount that we discussed.

You've got a check. That's good.

It's just that I had this last little...

twinge of uncertainty.

(chuckles) Which you would not be an intelligent buyer if you didn't have.

Lieutenant, what brought you here?

A patrol unit dropped me off.

No, no, no. I'm saying in point of original interest,

uh, why did you come to this lot?

Well, I was interested in buying a mobile home.

And is this the unit that caught your eye, your attention?

Correct.

In other words, what I see here

is an adult with a legitimate desire.

And I see an opportunity to fulfill that desire.

Wait, wait. I'm not gonna get all "Little House on the Prairie" on you,

(sighs) but that's the reason

Maurice Farnsworth is in this business, is to put those things together.

Now here's what I want you to do...

I want you to sign these papers,

I want you to give me that check,

and I want you to get in that unit, you R.V. owner!

(chuckles)

My golly...

I'm gonna do it.

Good for you. Go for it!

Oh, Judas.

You know, it was just that last little bit of worry

about city driving and parking.

No problem.

Can I have the, uh, check, please?

She ought to fire right up. Put a gallon in last night.

What a guy.

-How do you feel? -Like a million dollars.

That's just for the interest.

-Oh! Only kidding. -(both chuckles)

Just showing you a good time.

You ever drive one of these babies before?

Oh, sir, I have driven a tank in my country's service.

-Say no more. -Yeah.

Bon voyage, Lieutenant.

Yeah.

(whistling)

-LUCY: Mrs. Dewitt? -(baby crying)

(knock on door)

What do you want?

I'm Lucy Bates.

I've been taking care of Fabian.

I know who you are. I ask what you want?

If you just let me in, maybe we can talk about that.

I'm clean.

I know that.

Please, let me in.

(locks jangling)

Why didn't you come to me first?

You got your police friends.

Maybe you even know the judge,

and maybe you try and frame me up and send me back to jail.

Nobody is trying to frame you.

Cops done worse than that to me.

Mrs. Dewitt...

I know you love Fabian.

I'm asking you to consider what's best for him.

What's best for him is to be with his mama.

I have given him the first stable home he's ever had in his life.

He's doing real well at school, and he's got his friends.

If you love him, realize what he's got now.

He don't have his mother.

Now, which mother are we talking about?

The one that's been a junkie all her life,

or the one that's been clean for a couple weeks?

Forty six days, lady!

And each one of them because of that boy and what he mean to me.

Now, I don't have to explain myself to you!

I'm... I'm grateful for what you've done,

but it's time for me to get my family back together.

What kind of family life you gonna have working nights as a cleaning woman?

I am working the only honest job I can get!

-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. -You gonna make me come get my boy,

or you gonna do the right thing?

I'll have to ask Fabian that. He's gonna have to choose.

Blood don't choose, miss.

Blood just is, and he's mine.

Frank, they just finished a canvas

of the accident scene for additional witnesses.

No better description of the hit-and-run driver.

-Thanks, Henry. -Barnett,

the guy who reported the car stolen,

-has three drunk drivings on his BCI. -Is that right?

Also a disorderly conduct

pleaded down from solicitation at 95th and Market.

Okay, I want to question him when he gets in.

-All right. -Excuse me, Lieutenant?

Ah... patient of Dr. Rose is here.

-Uh, thanks. -Frank? Frank?

Forensics could not lift usable prints from the stolen Cadillac.

-That hit-and-run tragedy? -Yes, sir.

-Chief. -I was just in the Heights.

They tell me we locked up the surviving father.

Mm-hmm, when warrants fell.

Excuse me a second, will you, Ray?

Of course, Chief.

What kind of warrants?

Well, a year-old larceny charge and a bail violation.

How bad was the larceny?

Entering. No violence.

Frank, I don't see what good's to be served pursuing those.

Man gets his family wiped out, we throw him in the hoosegow.

They'd love it on the 5 o'clock news.

Well, I talked to Irwin Bernstein.

He's not inclined to come down hard on Simmons.

Good. Good for Irwin.

We gonna make the hit-and-run?

Too early to tell.

Your whole family buys it. It's gotta hurt.

We'll keep you posted.

You know, since Cora and I split up,

I've gotten a lot more in touch with my feelings.

Leo! You want to see how bent the world is?

You take a look at this tape of Mayo with Dr. Bing-Bong.

I can't believe what some guys will do for--

You review the tape, J.D., or are you selling tickets?

Well, I had to make sure we got enough to prosecute, didn't I?

Yeah? I want to see it.

Or is viewing time all booked up for fraternity-row screenings?

Hey, you take a look at the tape before you cop an attitude, Patsy.

I mean, this guy Rose is over the left-field fence.

(scoffs) Chicks today.

Zero sense of humor.

Congratulations on that Dr. Hoof and Mouth, Detective.

Thank you, sir.

Was that our decoy?

Right, sir. Detective Mayo.

Great set of wheels, huh? (clicks tongue)

Guy went out in style.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

My name is Carl Barnett. My car was stolen this morning?

Right. Would you come with me, sir?

Actually, I just need the theft reports for my insurance carrier.

-Yeah, just come with me, sir. -Why?

-Captain wants to see you. -Okay.

Thank you. I appreciate your coming up.

You know, 120 dollar pair of pumps ruined.

And I thought I had mice.

When did you first notice that your car was missing, Mr. Barnett?

Uh, we'd slept in. I came downstairs around 8:15.

They'd broken into the garage. I called the police right away.

-8:28. -That sounds right.

You say they were all killed? There were no survivors?

There was one survivor.

Was anybody in the house with you, Mr. Barnett?

-My wife. -She'll verify that?

We were together since 6:00 last night.

-Look, is there a problem? -Well, you have an arrest sheet here.

Conviction for disorderly conduct,

which began as solicitation of an undercover policewoman

at 95th and Market Streets last April.

What's that got to do with the price of eggs?

You also have a history of arrests for driving while impaired.

My drinking problem is under control, Captain.

I've been in a program, and I happen to be managing very effectively.

-Not that I follow-- -Which makes you a drunk driver

who's been arrested in the accident's general area in the past.

What the hell has my past got to do with this, Captain?

-My car was stolen! -So you said.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to ask you some more questions,

-Mr. Barnett. -This is extraordinary.

Given your attitude,

I'm not sure I'm inclined to answer more questions.

Then I'm afraid we'll have to insist.

Then I'm afraid I'm gonna contact my lawyer!

You certainly have that option.

Ray, would you show Mr. Barnett to interrogation?

Wha-- Hold on.

Hold on a second.

Look, I'm afraid I have a temper.

I, uh, I'm sure you have to ask these questions.

I think I should contact my lawyer,

-but I'll try to be cooperative. -Good.

Under the circumstances,

if you were to enter a plea of guilty,

I'd think we could get you probation and immediate release.

Mr. Simmons?

However you want to do.

I can only imagine the pain you must be feeling now.

What I would like to do is help you dispose of these other matters

so you can bury your dead.

Miss Davenport, we're putting together a lineup.

-We'd like your client to view it. -A lineup? For who?

I presume they've got a suspect in the hit-and-run accident.

Let's go.

I want to see him.

Let's go.

I'm Phillip Potter, representing Carl Barnett.

Ah, Captain Furillo, Counselor. Have a seat.

Your client decided to go ahead without you.

RAY: Take your marks.

All the way to the end.

Lift your head, number four.

Face front.

Murderer! Murderer!

Murderer!

-Murderer! Murderer! -(all shouting)

Get him away from me! Get him away from me!

Get him off me!

(crying) My eyes!

I see my babies!

Jerome!

The only drawback is the parking, Mick.

I'm lucky this lot is within hailing distance of my building.

Uh-huh.

Here you go, Mick.

Ahh.

Yes, strong and content...

I travel the open road going where I list.

I'm my own master, absolute and total.

I got to find an apartment.

You know, I've decided to name it Pegasus.

Pegasus, Mick. Pegasus for freedom.

Pegasus for chosen flight.

I didn't look before because I thought I was moving in with somebody.

Mm. Oh, yes.

The fair Tataglia, hmm?

You won't believe this, Mick,

but do you know what I think of when I blow the horn?

A riverboat captain.

-(clanging) -I think of myself on the Mississippi.

You there...

What do you want, man?

It would behoove you to inscribe this vehicle in your memory.

It belongs to a police officer.

-A cop, huh? -A cop. Correct.

Myself, in fact.

And I don't wish to see you in proximity of the Pegasus again.

Now scat.

Do you mind if I get my jack back, Jack?

Well, I certainly don't want my R.V. on a tilt. Be quick.

Big man. A lot of big words.

Sir, our lunch is getting cold.

Well, that's too bad, big words,

because you live around here, everything is cold.

Maybe I could arrange a warm jail cell for you.

And maybe I could arrange a few flat tires for you.

Did you say you're gonna park this here?

Uh, Counselor, I'm Phillip Potter, counselor representing Carl Barnett.

I was wondering if I might have a brief word with your client. I mean...

My client's identification was clear, Mr. Potter.

If your intention's to shift blame here...

No, it's not our intention at all.

I simply wanted to speak with Mr. Simmons,

discuss the area of potential liability.

-Well, I'll ask him. -Many thanks.

What the hell's going on in the viewing room?

-What's the problem? -The problem is there's three guys

up there watching the tape of my undercover.

What you do, charge 50 cents a head?

Hey, I showed a couple of guys the tape, Pats.

There's few enough laughs around here.

Oh, forget keeping evidence secure.

Didn't you ever hear of common decency?

Hey, would you keep your... your shirt on?

Oh, you're a jerk, LaRue.

You're as bad as the creep we busted.

Hey, what are you gonna do, Pats? Are you gonna hit me?

-Hey! Hey! -Patsy! Patsy! In my office.

-HARRY: Hey, J.D. -What?

What're you doing? You're showing Mayo's tape?

Yeah, Harry, I showed the tape.

You're with the legion of decency, too?

No, I'm somebody who might take your head off!

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah!

Hey, Harry, chill out, man, and you zip it up.

-What do you want to do? -PATSY: I don't know.

I mean, we're cops together. What is the guy's problem?

He has an emotional age of around nine.

You know, I think he even let the camera shoot longer

than he needed to.

Well, that part's debatable, Patsy.

But if you want to file a grievance against LaRue,

for making a peepshow out of the evidence, I'll support you.

Thanks, Captain.

-I... think ought to handle it myself. -(knock on door)

Captain, there's something you ought to hear.

I'm saying I wasn't sure that was the man.

I decided I wasn't sure.

You were damn sure about an hour ago, Jerome.

You wanted to kill Barnett.

I'm telling you what I decided.

Just a case of mistaken identity, huh?

That's right.

Jerome... we know Barnett's lawyer talked to you.

So what?

So maybe he helped you change your mind.

You want another lineup? You want to see him again?

No. I don't want to see him.

-Jerome, don't-- -Come on, Ray.

Frank, he betrays his own family.

-What else do we have? -Not much.

Barnett's wife is here. I'm sure her statement will support her husband.

Will you listen to this? Officer Hill has just talked the Williams funeral home

into giving all their services free of charge to Simmons' family.

Simmons just withdrew his identification.

-You're kidding. -Andy, get me the scarf

we found in Barnett's car. I want to show it to his wife.

Take it easy. Take it easy!

How much did he give you, Jerome, to make you change your mind, hmm?

Who are you? Where do you get off asking me that?

That was your family that died out in the street, man.

-You can't accept money. -Don't tell me what I can't do.

I got to take my eyes out.

I've got to take out seeing them on the street.

Blood money won't help you do that!

Jerome, this just isn't right.

If there's a right and wrong,

you think I'm alive and them getting cold?

As good as she was, as weak as I am?

As beautiful as those little babies was?

You get out of here. Just leave me alone.

I'll tell you one thing.

I don't believe you love them as much as you say.

You get out of here!

If you loved them, you couldn't do this. You wouldn't.

You wouldn't let that man Barnett back on the street

again to kill another man's family.

-You get out of here! -You hear me?

You hear me, Jerome?

You can stay as high as you want,

but don't say that you loved them!

Get him out of here!

Bobby.

-I'm done. -(siren wailing)

MRS. BARNETT: He was with me all last night

from early evening until this morning

when he discovered his car had been stolen.

-Is that your scarf, Mrs. Barnett? -No.

It was found in your husband's car this morning.

I suppose it might be mine,

or it might belong to whoever stole the car,

someone who was in the car after it was stolen.

I don't think your husband was with you last night.

I think he was out cruising, drunk.

And on the way home this morning,

he hit and killed a woman and two little children.

No.

Then he drove a couple of blocks further,

abandoned the car, took a gypsy cab home,

called and reported the car had been stolen.

That's a cruel thing to say to me, and it's not true.

And I think you're going through hell right now,

because you know you're covering up for a killer.

Captain, I'm a mother.

I feel ver--

I'm very sorry for what happened to that family.

You're also a wife.

JOE (on P.A.): You with the blue jacket. Yeah, you. Stop right there.

- Pull over to the side. -(siren wails)

No funny things with your books either.

Pull over.

Not so fast, pal. Not so fast.

Assume the position. Get your hands up in the air.

-How you doing, Fabian? -Hey, Joe.

How you doing? Will you do me a favor?

Sit in the car and keep my seat warm.

If I don't get a doughnut, I'm gonna die.

And watch that lady in there.

-Hi, Fabe. -Hey, Luce. What's going on?

Not much.

Lucy, you're America's worst damn liar.

-Watch that language. -I'm sorry.

So here's the deal.

Your mom is done with the rehab program,

she's off drugs, she got a job,

and now she wants you to come home with her.

She wants me back?

Yeah.

-She's really off the drugs? -So far, yeah.

But what if she goes back on them? Then what?

What about school?

I was sort of getting into it.

You got to go to school, Fabian, that's the law.

Damn!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey, wait up!

Will you talk to me?

If you don't want to go back, you just say so, I'll fight it.

Of course I want to go back. I love my mom. She needs me.

And what about what you need?

You should think about that for a change.

It ain't that simple.

I'm going back.

Okay.

You mad at me?

How can I be mad at you?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Well, if anything goes wrong, you know you got a room at my place.

Acceptances for Dr. Rose into three psychiatric programs,

that's not bad for a last day's work, Counselor.

Acceptable?

For purposes of evaluation, yeah.

As an alternative to incarceration...

No, no, no, no.

Uh, let's see what the reports have to say.

I understand you used gas only on female adult patients, Doctor.

I'm deeply ashamed, Your Honor.

I'm turning my entire practice over to my associate

Dr. Cranson until I've completed psychological rehabilitation.

I'm also planning a trip to Israel to do charity work in a kibbutz.

(snickering)

Don't book passage tonight.

Tonight, it's the pokey.

You deserve a taste anyway.

Hundred thousand cash or bond.

Short date for probation report.

(gavel bangs)

BAILIFF: Recess will be called after two more cases.

Anyone here not on court business...

Nothing. If a girl was with Barnett, we couldn't find her.

You want to hold Simmons in a few days?

See if his memory gets back on track?

So when he gets out he can recant again?

Detective McConnell, Division.

The chief's office would like to see the evidence in the Rose case.

Forty nine on the calendar, Jerome Simmons,

grand larceny and failure to appear.

JUDGE: All right, what have we got here?

This is the individual who lost his family, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Oh, yeah.

BAILIFF: Year-old charges.

JUDGE: You have any problems with R.O.R., Mr. Bernstein?

No, Your Honor.

Mr. Simmons?

If I release you today,

are you going to return for your hearing date?

Yes, Your Honor.

Release on recognizance.

You're free to go, Mr. Simmons.

-I'm sorry for your loss. -Okay.

BAILIFF: Carl Barnett, three counts vehicular manslaughter.

Unsigned complaint...

-Sit down. -They're done with me.

Watch. Watch what you did. Sit.

Your Honor, my client has a preliminary statement.

JUDGE: Okay.

What happened this morning, Your Honor, was a deep tragedy

for the family of Jerome Simmons.

But I'm also concerned with the gestapo police tactics

which have caused needless emotional trauma

for myself and Mrs. Barnett.

We were bystanders at this event,

but others have tried to cast us as participants...

Are you listening, Jerome?

That's what you're turning loose.

...are important to me.

And I resent what's been done this day to tarnish them.

Application, Mr. D.A.

For dismissal without prejudice to renew, Your Honor.

So done. Next?

BAILIFF: Docket number JN-1143, Sally Bunsel.

Solicitation and attempted robbery.

Sir, I told you all smoking materials must be extinguished.

Captain?

Can't we get Barnett on the bribe?

We know he bought Simmons off.

They'll just contend it's an out-of-court settlement.

-But it isn't, Captain! -There's no civil liabil--

It'll still hold up legally.

-Damn it. -Excuse me.

Patsy?

Hey, Pats. Pats. You got a minute?

Don't worry about it, LaRue. I'm not gonna bring charges.

Thanks. I just want you to know

that I didn't let it go any more in Rose's office

than I thought we needed for the case.

And so far as me showing the tape to the guys,

hey, I'm a jerk, but I'm a jerk with everyone.

When does this get interesting, J.D.?

I'm just trying to say I'm sorry.

Look, J.D., the job's tough enough.

But it's three times harder

when I have to deal with this kind of crap from my own side.

I got you.

So, uh, we okay?

We'll live.

-Miss Davenport, phone. -Thanks, Leo.

Hello?

-Hello? -Surprise!

-Surprise! -(cheering)

♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For she's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ Which nobody can deny ♪

-WOMAN: Hip, hip hooray! -ALL: Hooray!

We're only gonna have half the cake today, Miss Davenport.

The other half is for when you put your first bad guy behind bars.

Congratulations, Miss Davenport.

-Bravo. -Thank you.

Thank you all very much.

Detective Mayo, you have a call on six.

Who wants cake?

Detective Mayo.

It's the chief.

Hello, Chief.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much, sir.

Well, um, I'm not sure.

Um, can I get back to you?

Yes. As soon as possible.

What?

Daniels just asked me out for dinner next week.

(chuckles)

(zipper unzips)

-Hi, Mick. -Sarge.

-Do any good with that arson undercover? -Nuh-uh.

The Perez thing might have scared him off.

Maybe we ought to shut it down for a while.

I think it was good what you said in roll call this morning, Sarge.

I think that was a good thing to say.

-As regards to being available? -Yes.

Well, I thought I'd say it.

You let people know that you're available to talk.

I'm certain there's people who want it.

So, how are things?

You mean with me?

They're all right.

Nothing I can't handle.

How's that little snip of a girl,

that, uh, that cute little girl from the Heights?

-You mean Robin Tataglia? -Yeah.

It's over with us. That's finished.

I didn't know her at all. I just see her come up here occasionally.

In addition I'm being evicted.

-Is that true? -Yeah, I'm being evicted shortly.

What does it mean? It means you look for another place.

You find another place.

You find another place. You find another girlfriend.

You handle the situation.

-You bowl, Mick? -Not a lot.

What about pinochle?

Not for a long time.

We're having team pinochle tonight over at St. Bart's.

Mrs. Pyczchewski crapped out on me.

Got to look through the want ads.

Another time.

Maybe some other time.

Thanks for the offer.

Thanks for the talk.

-Hello, Fabian. -Hi, Mama.

Ah... this is all his stuff.

And he has to be at school at 8:30 in the morning,

and he's still got some homework he's got to do.

I'll see he does it.

Oh, and this is Mrs. Morganstern's number.

She's with the Youth Authority. She can be a help.

If you need anything at all, just call her.

Or me.

-I got to get going. -Uh, Miss Bates...

I ain't done so well by my children to date.

I understand I got to prove myself.

I want you to know I will.

Okay.

Hey.

You gonna call me once in a while?

Okay.

A man who doesn't look out for his family is nothing.

No excuses, no long stories.

Either you do or you don't.

You did the best you could, man. You did more.

Bobby, why don't you just come over and have dinner with me and Daryl Ann?

I think I'll stay here for a while.

Come on, man. Let's go have some family.

Listen to the family here.

-Same? -No, I don't think so.

At least if I had fought,

I would have known if I could have kept him or not.

That's a lot of baloney. That would have just hurt him.

I really blew it.

Hey, no way, Luce.

You were great. You were great for that kid.

He was so sweet. He was such a sweet kid.

Look, I know it's gonna be hard being without him.

So if it makes it any easier,

you ought to know that you probably saved a life.

Maybe two lives.

So you feel terrific now, huh?

Come on.

-Mm. -Mm. I feel terrific.

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