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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

Uh, why did you come to this lot?

Well, I was interested in... buying a mobile home.

Is that our decoy?

Right, sir. Detective Mayo.

Good set of wheels, huh?

How's that little snip of a girl?

-You mean Robin Tataglia? -Yeah.

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

In addition, I'm being evicted.

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

-It belongs to a police officer. -Cop, huh?

What?

Daniels just asked me out for dinner next week.

-Item three, the Mendoza file. -(indistinct chatter)

(people groaning)

After two years of delays, postponements

and other legalistic ballroom stuff,

Mr. Jaime Mendoza, the prince of perps,

primary supplier of bulk dope to kids

finally comes to trial a week from Tuesday.

-(cheers, applause) -In the Mendoza file!

Bad news is, the paperwork has gotta get organized.

Which, our new ADA, Ms. Davenport,

gently requests be on her desk by Friday.

-LaRue, Washington, I'm sorry. -What?

Sorry, but you guys are most familiar with the file.

Oh, and remember, people, the secret of paperwork is attitude.

The wrong attitude, mistakes get made.

Mousetraps spring open, cases go bounce, bounce out of the court.

Word to the wise.

Item, uh... item four.

Last night's basketball game

between Edison Technical and Van Buren High

resulted in a post-game exchange of rocks and bottles

between the students of the opposing schools.

Let's double the pass-bys around there in case there's any lingering ill will.

Item five.

The Melon Felon's still out there.

I refer to the second hooker decap found in the Heights in the last 48 hours.

Head only, discovered, Caucasian female,

approximately 30 years of age, dyed auburn hair.

Now, citywide, to date, we've got five heads

-and three bodies. -(people groaning)

Now, it looks like this psycho poses as a john.

Looks like he picked up his latest victim just across the line on Jefferson.

Tomorrow we may be getting a composite to show around up there.

Up to now, this has been a Heights problem, but, uh...

well, they don't seem to be making much headway.

(all groaning loudly)

Okay, all right!

All right, item six!

Item six. Now, during this cold spell...

(scattered groans)

...we... (sighs) we've been having a high level of misdemeanor activity

among vagrants who are looking to get busted

so they can get a few warm hours here at garden level holding.

Now, this isn't exactly policy, but it falls within Jablonski's guideline

for more humane treatment of your less fortunate types.

Okay? That leads me to the final item.

Sign up for the third annual police sensitivity weekend

at Camp Hyperion, uh, March ninth and tenth.

Yeah, the seminars include,

"The Criminal and the Cop: Urban Symbiosis."

-(laughter) -"Beyond the Psychic Threshold."

(scattered booing)

"The Policeman as Savior."

-I took that one. -You failed.

-(laughter) -Lastly but not leastly,

"Sexuality and Aggression: the Police Conundrum."

-(all groaning) -Sarge, does a conundrum prevent VD?

-(laughter) -Probably not. Okay. Okay, that's it.

Let's get out there. Let's keep warm.

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

(overlapping chatter)

What about this conundrum here?

Mendoza, B, D. Witness Mendoza.

-Evidence Mendoza. -We should've shot this dude

when we had the chance.

I've waded through so much paperwork on this dude

I feel like he's living inside me, man.

Urban symbiosis, my man.

Now, Pats, is this what we're wearing for our date with the chief

or will we change before the big event?

I will change, Harry. Go kill yourself.

-Wait a minute, what's the matter? -I am not looking forward to this date.

Pats, what could be bad? Daniels buys you a nice dinner,

you show him a little leg and then he drives you home.

Two out of three, Harry, I am not showing him a little leg.

MAN: Come on, move it. Move it!

I gotta go.

I told you why I don't think it's working out.

Among other things, it is not natural for a mother

to give her 36-year-old son a bath or even want to.

Don't be silly, of course I still love you.

No, I won't be there tonight, Ma.

I don't know where I'm gonna stay.

We will talk about this later.

We will talk later on. Bye-bye.

Housing problems, Detective?

I gotta find a hotel or something.

Well, I'd offer you Pegasus but she returns

to the sharp who snookered me within the hour.

RENKO: Leo, let me have my paper.

Anybody know where's the captain?

It's a conundrum to me.

I am not gonna sit still for some 25-year-old jerk

who doesn't know squat about life, sitting there in his tweed coat

telling me my son's an underachiever just because

he hasn't handed a couple of homework assignments.

As opposed to a 44-year-old jerk who doesn't know

how to act in a simple meeting with his kid's teacher.

Don't instruct me how to behave, Fay.

The guy's a bozo. I know it you know it.

-Frank Jr. knows it. -He is not a bozo!

And I don't think you should be saying things like that in front of the kid.

-Like what, the truth? -Frank--!

-(tires skid) -(horn honks)

-You okay? -I think so.

Son? See why I always tell you to wear your seat belt?

(horns honking)

-What's the matter with you, you blind? -Your taillights were out.

Oh, right, you smashed 'em out.

Frank, get his license, get his insurance

and get us out of here. We're late already.

Look, I'm sorry this happened.

If we could just exchange information--

Look, why don't you just hold your water.

-FRANK: Why don't you tie it? -Why don't you shut up.

Look, I'm in just as big a hurry as you.

-I saw a piece of rope in-- -Hey, get outta there!

You got a lot of guns in there, you your paperwork on these?

Oh, won't you mind your own business.

-It is my business. I'm a cop. -Frank!

Spread 'em, on the hood. Fay, in the glove box.

Get the cuffs out.

You're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent--

Hey, Dad, nice bust!

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

Armed robbery in progress,

see surplus store, corner of Peebles Drive and 124th Street.

(theme music plays)

(siren wailing)

(indistinct chatter)

MEDIC: ...possible spinal injury.

LUCY: What happened? Who called it in?

I called, Officer, right here.

-Can you tell us what happened? -Yes, I heard 'em yelling.

And I looked out my window and I saw 'em fightin' on the ground.

-I can't feel anything. -WOMAN: Two white boys and this one.

Did you see where the other boys went?

In a car. There was another white boy in the car.

And when I came downstairs yelling, the-the three of them drove right away.

Here's the license plate. And the car was a silver color.

-I'm gonna call this in. -All right.

-MEDIC: Okay, take it easy. -Okay.

MEDIC: All right, here we go.

(indistinct chatter)

Go easy. Go easy, go easy.

(groans)

LUCY: Stay back, stay back.

I gotta ask you to describe the other guys.

(crying) One of 'em had light hair.

And a plaid shirt.

The other one was wearing Edison colors.

-Okay. -MEDIC: Okay, let's get him in.

What's wrong with me? How come I can't feel nothing?

-We got a name? -Yeah.

Lester Eagleton, student at Van Buren.

-We're gonna take him down to Mercy. -All right.

LESTER: Oh, God, I can't move! (cries)

Oh, God, I can't move!

-(doors slam) -MEDIC: All right, we're in place.

Move, let's go!

(siren wailing)

Lieutenant, we've got a silver 74 Polaris, 738XPJ.

It's registered to Harvey Ferguson. The address in the Ferries.

-Got a phone number? -It's on there.

Anything more on Lester Eagleton?

He's still critical at Mercy.

I just talked with Van Buren. Kid's a real ace.

He's the best baseball player in the entire school.

He's a pro prospect.

Yeah, and they think he's gonna be paralyzed.

And the boys in the car?

Yeah, we're working on their names right now.

May I talk to Mr. Ferguson, please?

Hill Street precinct, this is Lieutenant Henry Goldblume.

His tail lights were out!

Was that my fault?

Besides that, I made an arrest.

Yes. Yes, I was on the way to my son's school.

Listen, somebody just came in.

Yeah, thank you. Please do.

City's insurers are denying liability on my accident.

-Kidding. -No.

Frank on the arrest, uh, first congratulations.

Thank you, Madam Assistant District Attorney.

Second, uh,

did you have any good reason to suspect the guy had guns in his trunk?

Before I hit him? Course not.

Was Tibbet in flight from you?

Of course not.

Did you ever hear of People v. Martin?

People versus who?

November case, Second Superior, just about identical circumstances,

thrown out for illegal warrantless search.

It's not my fault I hit the guy, Joyce.

It's not my fault you don't read your search and seizure memos.

If your car hadn't hit him, his trunk would've stayed shut.

(clears throat) All right, then let's just not tell them that.

-Not tell who what? -The lawyer. Tibbets's lawyer.

Maybe defense counsel never heard of People v... what's his name.

And it's not your job anymore to tell them.

Excuse me, Frank. We got something on the school fight.

Ah... the guy who owns the car says that his son drives it to school.

Kid's name is Peter Ferguson, age 18.

He usually takes Mitchell Carey, 17,

and a juvenile, Sandy Dayas, 15.

Do we know that they're in school right now?

Lucy's on the phone, wanna pick them up?

-Yeah, send a unit over. -Are you arresting?

Assuming Lester Eagleton swears a complaint.

Forgive me the rest of your department, but we don't have much to prosecute yet.

Three against one and a broken neck sounds like probable assault to me.

No argument. But a couple of minutes ago,

you told me our neutral witness didn't see it start,

and neither side had weapons.

If I were still a PD, I'd be licking my chops on this one.

So, we bring 'em in for questioning, no arrests.

Our new district attorney seems to prefer it that way.

(voice shaking) I had free period.

I was going to get something to eat.

A car drives by. And...

And they yell, "Hey, nigger."

Something about the game last night.

Mouth's real dry.

HENRY: Take your time, Lester.

LESTER: Guy flips me the finger.

And I yell back.

And they-- they come out of the car.

All three did?

Two of 'em.

They hit me high and low.

(shaky breath) I started to get up,

but they kept kicking me.

Then I heard something snap.

(sniffles) I--

I think I heard my neck break.

You didn't do anything to provoke 'em?

I was going to get some breakfast.

All I was doing.

All I was doing...

Didn't know them, never saw them before.

No, sir.

I couldn't even feel 'em kicking me anymore.

Lester, if we can find them, you'll testify?

Yes, sir.

I was gonna play ball this summer.

Pro ball.

I had signed a contract.

Rookie league. They said they may place me.

But I might be double-A.

I'm very sorry.

(sniffles) What's gonna happen to me?

Am I gonna lie here for the rest of my life?

(sobs)

I don't even want to live like this.

(curtain draws)

(crying)

-Murray? -Yo.

Oh, uh... Lieutenant, yes right, of course.

Back to buy another rig, huh? Want to make it his and hers?

No sir, I do not, I want to return this vehicle.

-Excuse us, please. -Which is my legal right

within a 48-hour grace period.

Calm down, Lieutenant. You got a couple of qualms.

A few minor mechanical problems--

Minor mechanical problems? Yes, sir. Judas H. Priest.

-The generator is out. -Oh.

And the floor under the carpet in the bathroom is rusted through.

and I do believe that you have altered the odometer here.

-Sir, I-- -The toilet backs up.

-And I-- -Wait a minute,

Lieutenant, Lieutenant, Lieutenant--

If you're just concerted, I'm disconcerted, believe me.

If you're not happy, I haven't been doing my job.

But I'm gonna ask you to take a look at this from the proper perspective.

Will you do that for me please?

Listen, you bought a home from us.

Not just four tires and a cigarette lighter.

You bought a home.

Now, if a toilet in your home overflows,

what you're gonna do, sell the home? Or fix the toilet?

And as for those other minor bugs... (chuckles)

are you going to allow yourself to become disillusioned

or are you gonna take steps to iron 'em out?

Well, if anybody should do the ironing, sir, it should be you.

Don't offer me a challenge like that, Lieutenant.

Because I am so crazy, I just might say, "So what if it's not on the guarantee?"

We'll take every one of your complaints,

fix it like new and have you back in your new home by...

the end of the day!

You could fix the Pegasus today?

Yes, sir, every item fixed by 5:00.

Possession of 12 firearms creates the presumption of intent to sell.

That's a B-felony and that's eight to 13 years.

(whimpers)

Mr. Tibbets, this is the cleanest possession in the book.

Sole occupant, vehicle registered to you.

We'll offer you a step down: a C and five years

What if I were to mention the name Al Di... to you people?

Hold your receiver, Mr. Tibbet.

Not for any C, I don't mention anything.

Your choice, counselor.

Al DiPiano... happens to be the individual I purchased these weapons from.

He deals 40 pieces a week.

For your full cooperation and a wire if necessary,

I can offer a D with two years max.

-(both whispering) -TIBBETS: Take it. Take it.

It's possible.

Set it up, Ray.

-Captain. Counselor. -FRANK: Jesus.

-How's it going, Mick? -Okay.

-Find a place yet? -No.

Then tonight, six o'clock, you take time out. No excuses.

And get your polish duck for dinner.

What the hell is a Polish duck?

Jablonski's cure for the homeless.

I'm taking you under my wing.

(sighs) Okay.

I'll be back in an hour, sir.

You didn't yell anything,

say anything, as you drove by?

He say we said something?

That guy started it, man.

We were stopped at a light, you know.

The guy comes up, it looks like he might've been high.

He starts calling us out, gives us the finger.

And how did you respond?

Guy calls you out, you know, you're gonna say something back.

Like maybe you're gonna say something to him.

Next thing, he comes running at the car and he kicks the side real hard.

Pete was driving and he got real ticked off.

It's like his dad's car, you know?

I got out of the car to talk to him and look at what he did to it.

I say, "Hey, what's this for, man?"

And the guy comes at me.

I had to defend myself.

Mitch and Sandy got out to try and break it up.

Both Mitch and Sandy got out of the car?

Yeah.

And Mitch grabs him in a headlock and throws him off me.

We see these Black kids coming and we figure

maybe it's a gang or something, so we split.

We didn't have any idea he was hurt so bad.

I'm real sorry it happened, but he started it, you know,

he brought it on himself.

Do you have any idea why Lester Eagleton would do this, Peter?

Maybe he hates whites.

Maybe because of the game last night.

A lot of bad blood.

Is that all? You gonna detain?

We'll let you know.

Because I got a lot of anxious parents out here

who have to know what it's gonna be.

It comes out mutual combat,

they each claim the other's the aggressor.

They rehearsed it, Joyce.

In court, it'll come down to "Who do you trust?"

Mrs. Eagleton?

-Is this Ms. Davenport? -That's me.

I'm Lester Eagleton's mother.

The detective said to speak to you.

-Of course. -He said you're the district attorney

and something about this case not being too good

against those boys who crippled my son?

Excuse me.

Is that true, Ms. Davenport?

Mrs. Eagleton, I am terribly sorry about your personal tragedy.

Then do something about it.

The police are investigating thoroughly,

but it's true we don't have enough evidence yet to prove anything.

-Don't tell me that. -I'm sorry.

Lester didn't start the fight.

Lester was All City.

My son had scholarships.

Now, what does he have to go around looking for trouble for?

Ms. Davenport, my son was beautiful.

My son was gift from God.

Yes.

Don't tell me there's no justice for this.

Do you have copies of these, Mrs. Eagleton?

Because I would like to look at them.

You hold on to 'em.

You read about Lester.

You read about what they took away from my son.

Maybe you can figure out a way to tell him

his life is still worth living

after they tell me he may never walk again.

Right, thanks.

Henry, I resent you trying to manipulate me

with that kind of emotional appeal.

She wanted to talk to you.

I felt she had a compelling reason.

You don't see the position that put me in.

No matter how I sympathize, the bottom line is

we can't prove assault beyond a reasonable doubt.

The bottom line is, if we fold our tents,

three kids walk away with a brutal, racist crime in their pockets.

-Look do we or don't we believe Eagleton? -We do.

Then that's what counts. That's where we start.

No, Lieutenant, evidence is where we start.

But we can't get evidence without manpower,

and I can't justify manpower without minimal support from you.

At least keep the case alive.

Have you checked their records?

We're still looking into the juvenile files.

Ferguson has, uh, an assault

that was pleaded down to a disorderly.

-What about Lester? -One fight when he was 13.

Anybody come forward? Wasn't there a bodega owner?

He didn't see anything. By the time he got outside, it was almost over.

The only real witness we have is the woman.

And the third kid, the juvenile.

-Sandy Dayas, he's next. -Keep me posted.

Then we arraign?

You understand the heat is prorated?

Yes, you explained that to me on the phone.

I just don't want no misunderstanding like with the previous tenant.

So long as we're understood.

This is the one bedroom.

Uh-oh, you didn't say furnished.

Previous tenant, he's evicted.

He's supposed to be out.

You get nice light in here in the afternoon.

Eating kitchen's right through there.

Go on, you can take a look at the rest of the place.

-What's that? -Oh, for crying out loud.

What are you doing here?

I told you don't come in here when I ain't home.

I'm showing the guy this apartment.

Aren't you Man Mountain McCune?

You heard of this bum?

I used to watch him all the time.

Now, you listen to me and you listen to me good.

'Cause I only wanna say this one time!

-Oh, do-- -Do you understand me!

Do we have to go through this

-loudness every time! -(pounding on wall)

-MAN: Shut up over there! -I want you to take this

little pipsqueak with you, Belinsky...

-Hey. -and I want you to turn around

and I want you to walk

-right out that door back there! -(pounding on wall)

Don't point your finger in my face.

-You're a bum. -I'm a world-class athlete!

You're a world-class bum!

This guy hasn't paid me rent for four months!

He sits around here all day long

feeling sorry for himself! I've been carrying him!

Go on, McClown, tell him how you're gonna get back in the Federation.

-Right here, Belinsky! -Uh--

-Right here and right now! -Hey--

-Criss-cross, ha-ha-ha! -Hey, you-- Hey.

-(roaring) -Hey, cut it out!

(roaring)

-(grunts) -(cackling)

-(muffled yelling through wall) -Whoa!

(yelling)

BELINSKY: No, no, no!

(both yelling)

Whoa!

(men yelling through wall, indistinct)

Police! Freeze!

You're under arrest.

I'm not sure it's smart, but we're going forward

-on the boys who beat up Lester Eagleton. -FRANK: Good.

Counselor, Captain.

No deal on my client, Roland Tibbets.

-Deal's off. -Oh?

Now that I've had an opportunity to more thoroughly review

the full factual context,

it's clear to me that Mr. Tibbetts's plight falls within the purview

of People v. Martin, as regards to illegal and unconstitutional search.

Do you have a case cite on that, Mr. Brown?

Yo.

Keep this copy.

I'll review. If applicable, we'll act accordingly.

Thank you.

Frank, B-plus on the cop stuff,

but we've talking D-minus on the law.

-(thumps desk) -Jesus?

-Yo. -Get a job.

Good lawyering for a paralegal, Martinez.

Thank you.

You gave him People v. Martin half an hour ago. He never heard of it.

(speaks in Spanish)

Now that you've gone over to the enemy,

somebody's got to protect the rights of the accused.

Sandy this is Lieutenant Goldblume.

Sandy?

I've gone over what you said about the fight

with Lester Eagleton this morning, Sandy,

I just want to ask you a couple questions.

Lieutenant, I just talked with a lawyer.

He said my son shouldn't be answering any questions right now.

Are you aware, Mr. Dayas, of Lester Eagleton's condition?

He's crippled.

Look, I don't mean he deserves to be crippled,

but if he started this, what's it gotta do with my son?

My son's telling the truth.

That make sense to you, Mr. Dayas?

One starting it against three?

What my son says, that's what makes sense to me.

And yeah, as a matter of fact,

who knows what these crazy coloreds are gonna do?

(clears throat) Oh, uh... I just want to know, Sandy,

is it true you got out of the car to try and stop this fight?

They tell you to say that Lester looked like he was on drugs?

See, Sandy I believe that you didn't get out at all.

I believe you saw the whole thing from the backseat of that car

-Lieutenant. -which would mean

that you're clean in this, or almost clean.

Lieutenant, excuse me!

Sandy, don't let yourself take the blame for more than you did.

I said what happened.

Look, I'm gonna have to call the lawyer if you persist with this.

It's a question of civil liability, and all that.

I stayed in the car.

That's right, I stayed in the car.

I didn't get out, I didn't fight at all.

I thought you said you got out of the car.

No, sir.

Everything else is true, except I didn't get out.

I was completely away from all of it.

Still believe your son's telling the total truth, Mr. Dayas?

Why don't you just get out of here.

No, no more questions.

Just get out and stay out until I can talk to a lawyer.

I'm telling you, Neal, I filed the Mendoza stuff

as good as it's getting filed. He wants it refiled, I'm quittin'.

Uh-uh, you're not leaving me Mendoza, J.D.

Don't tell us that we didn't file Mendoza good enough, Captain.

No, you're just off it for now.

Looks as if we're gonna lose the bust on this Roland Tibbets.

The pop you made this morning, Captain? What happened?

Technicality on the arrest.

Uh, but he had offered us information on an Al DiPiano.

DiPiano. Guy's a fence.

Yeah, we're tipped he's been selling guns out of a bar on Montgomery.

I want us to move on him

before Tibbets gets back out on the streets.

Me and J.D., we got a snitch who knows DiPiano, Captain.

Well, see if your informant will get you a letter of introduction.

We could say we're making a drug deal

and we're looking for cold pieces.

Particulars are up to you.

Harry, call division and appropriate the buy money.

Stan, let's put Mr. Tibbets on the tour for the rest of the day,

-Hey, paperwork gets lost. -Yeah, ask Mendoza.

HOWARD: So it was just a matter of adjustment?

Mm-hm. And the generator?

Just a fuse? No kidding.

Certainly. I'll be there by 5:00.

-Weight? -I ain't telling you that.

Weight, pig-breath!

Three-twenty-six, fully-clothed, including shoes and belt!

Good news, Detective.

How does one bedroom, virtually rent-free, with a shower massage sound?

Sounds great, he'll take it.

You want your lungs for dinner, hairball?

Fix your motor home, Lieutenant?

Yes, indeed. And if you--

if you want her temporarily, Mick, she's yours.

Actually, that sounds very good.

-Maybe I ought to do it. -Marvelous.

All I ask is a bit of sentry duty,

to keep that scruffy vagabond from ripping me off.

Locker room, end of watch.

I'll give you the keys, and you can take occupancy tonight.

Oh, I got a dinner with Jablonski tonight.

Um, if it's okay I could be at the RV between 8:00 and 9:00.

No problem.

And the light switch is over the galley.

So you letting me go now? Now you got your own place?

-Sit!

I gotta fight the King of the Amazon tonight!

It's the start of who knows what for me!

(growling)

Hair...

Frank.

Doctor say you needed that?

Well, he said he didn't think immobilizing it was a bad idea.

What about X-rays?

He took them. And some other tests.

Negative, pending further analysis.

Frank, listen I called Gil Robin's office.

"Negligence Gil" the tabloid attorney? Fay...

Frank I was injured in a police officer's vehicle.

I have expenses.

You know, Frank, Jr. could develop delayed stress syndrome.

You know, the city's denying that that injury

was incurred in any official capacity.

Well, they can say whatever they want.

That's not gonna stop me from suing somebody.

Well, at the risk of superseding your esteemed ambulance-chasing counsel,

-I'd say that'd be me. -You?

And my insurance company, who're gonna raise my rates sky-high.

Fay, do me a big favor and get rid of that brace.

-Are you calling me a fraud? -No.

Unless we get to court.

(sighs)

Boy, the city government stinks.

-Joyce. -Irwin.

On this Lester Eagleton, I reviewed the files.

I don't see our case.

I believe Lester's story. I don't believe the white kids.

Accepted, but we're still talking about three against our one.

If you think those are bad odds for a fight,

for a conviction here, the percentages are even worse.

I'm not in this to be a batting champion

Nor to waste the court's time either, I'm sure.

Wait a minute, last week when you were courting me,

didn't you use the phrase "Joyce's independence" about 47 times?

And I'm only advising, I'm not ordering,

but you're a prosecutor now.

You gotta give up a little of the underdog mentality.

I do? That wasn't in the job description.

Pay your rent, pig-breath.

Go drown yourself. (laughs)

Excuse my Turkish here, Judge, but what the DA has got

against Mitchell Carey and Peter Ferguson is bupkus.

JOYCE: People ask 50,000 on each defendant.

Lester Eagleton was almost murdered by these boys.

(clears throat) Nothing. Zippo.

Any help to your case, Ms. Davenport?

People stand by what I've said.

A promising young athlete's been crippled.

If the defendants are released today,

they'll never do time and we all know it.

All right, party, step back.

Joycie?

Come on.

You know what kind of ADAs judges come to love?

What?

The kind that being us a little evidence to spice up their pathos.

(sighs) In the court's opinion, this case is sufficiently weak

that defendants will almost certainly appear

for their hearing, ergo...

-(bangs gavel) -no bail.

I am Lester Eagleton's mother!

- All right, ma'am. - (raps gavel)

- Did you say no bail, Judge? - (rapping gavel)

-Ma'am, please-- -Did you say no bail?

(bangs gavel loudly)

Mitchell and Peter...

You behave yourselves.

Long date for preliminary hearing.

Ten minutes recess.

Sorry, made you look bad on your first day.

How so?

Put you up to taking a lame case.

You put me up to doing my job the way it should be done.

I'm grateful.

-(piano playing) -WOMAN: ♪ Am I blue? ♪

♪ Am I blue? ♪

-Looking for Al DiPiano. -Follow me.

♪ Ain't these tears in my eyes tellin' you ♪

♪ Am I blue? ♪

(whispering)

♪ You'd be too ♪

Friends of Eddie's?

John Miles. This here's Neal Brandywine, Jimmy Baldini.

Tell her to cut it.

Sit down, gentlemen.

(woman stops singing)

-Cuban, huh? -Mm. Just the seeds.

Jamaican grown and wrapped.

Think I'd support that commie bum?

Did Eddie tell you why we want to see you, Mr. DiPiano?

Slips my mind.

We have an appointment with some very serious South American businessmen.

It'd be beneficial if we had the proper security tools

on our transaction.

I used to do some consulting work in that area.

Possibly I could refer you to a location

where you could receive the tools you're looking for.

And how could we get you to do that?

Pay me money.

-Hmm! -Half a dozen Browning nine millimeters

with four-inch barrels.

Half a dozen Uzis.

When? Where? How--

Harry Garibaldi! Remember me?

Gina Srignoli, Paul's widow.

Gina, you know this guy?

Sure, he was one of the detectives

who was so nice to me after Paul died the first time.

-Freeze! Don't be a-- -Hold it!

-(all yelling) -Hold it! Hold it right there!

Show the permit, Mike!

All right, I got a permit, I got a permit.

-All right. -Here, here, here.

All right, come on, listen, you've got nothing here.

You've got no arrests, I didn't see anything.

Hey we're not arresting you, Al.

This is just the way that we always leave

a classy joint like yours, right fellas?

Bye, Harry.

Your sister says call back and Chief Daniels called

to find out if dinner is still on.

He has made reservations at the Clair de Lune.

Clair de Lune? Mmm. Cuisine-de-makeout.

Sicko. Total sicko.

Detective Goldblume, please?

-Mr. Dayas? -Oh, hi.

Uh, my son was released from Family Court and, uh...

we've had a good talk.

Go on, son.

I got some stuff to say.

(voice shaking) Mitch and Pete were pretty mad

about the game last night.

This kid we know named Jerry was hurt in a fight afterwards, by some Black kids.

So Mitch wanted to drive near Van Buren.

Maybe mess somebody up.

What happened when you saw Lester Eagleton?

We pulled up, and Mitch started yelling stuff like,

"Hey, nigger. Hey, coon, come here."

But Eagleton wouldn't.

So Mitch got out of the car. Pete, too.

Did you get out of car Sandy?

No, sir.

What happened then?

(crying) They jumped him, you know?

It was high and low, like a body block.

And then they got him down on the ground they started kicking him.

I heard him scream.

And I looked over and he wasn't moving.

So this old lady comes running out.

And they get back in the car and we drive off.

They didn't know he was hurt bad or anything.

You know, they thought it was like stomping some guy.

At any time did Lester Eagleton kick the car?

No, sir.

We weren't out to cripple anybody, I swear.

Is he, is he gonna be okay?

No.

-Gina! -Harry.

Harry? Um...

I'm sorry about what happened before.

I guess I must have ruined something--

Oh, no, no, no, don't worry about it.

It's, uh, it's good to see you again.

It's good to see you, too, Harry.

So, uh, what were you doing there, anyway?

Oh, I'm Al's regular hostess.

-And I sing on Mondays. -No kidding.

Yeah, well, Paul... may he rest in peace...

had a 12 percent quiet interest in the lounge.

And you're looking out for it.

Well, everything else Paul left me's tied up by the Justice Department.

Cars, the houses,

the bank accounts.

'Cause they say it's all illegal proceeds from criminal activities.

-That must be pretty rough. -Yeah.

Paul left me with so many expenses

I can't even pay off the casket I had custom-built.

Gina, you're still tight with a lot of Paul's people, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was just thinking, uh--

-Now, don't get mad at me. -Okay.

Maybe you could help us with some information.

You mean, be a snitch?

More like... an informant.

-An informant? -Yeah.

In exchange, maybe we could help you with the feds and with Paul's estate.

Do you really think you could do that, Harry?

I think let's sit down, let's talk about it.

That... would be beautiful.

Call me.

Count on it, Gina.

Bye, Harry.

That's really good, solid police work, Harry.

I'm proud of you, you pig.

Son, listen to me, if I take my weapon out,

it doesn't make me feel proud or anything.

Besides, I made a mistake. I blew the bust.

Well, I thank you.

(chuckles) Thank you, anyway.

I love you, son.

Told his whole class about his dad.

He's proud of you, Frank.

It's tough to tell a kid, "No, not for that."

Sandy Dayas just implicated his running mates,

Ferguson and Carey.

Does ADA Davenport say re-arrest?

Not till she goes for high bail in the morning.

If you have any trouble with the other boys,

I want you to call myself or Ms. Davenport immediately.

You still have my emergency number, right?

Yeah, I have it.

You gotta understand, though, we didn't know what was what.

You mean, you didn't know.

Correct.

Look, if a kid gets his neck broke,

I don't care if he's Black, blue or green.

If it's my son, he's gonna tell the truth about it.

We appreciate what you've done.

I just don't want him to grow up thinking he can get by with lying.

Thank you.

Come on, son.

I've been meaning to tell you.

That was a first-rate bit of police work last week.

Exposing yourself to that sort of assault

took a lot of character.

I toast you.

Thank you, Chief.

From nine to five, its Chief.

From five to whenever, it's Fletcher.

Fletcher.

Or Fletch.

Gotta wonder what kind of a loose screw a man's gotta have

to do the kind of things to a helpless woman

this pervert dentist did.

I mean, I'm as lusty as the next guy.

I've even nibbled around the edges of a toe or two myself.

Well, I've been talking too much.

I must be boring the pants off you.

Not at all.

You know, Patsy...

if I may be candid a moment,

I was married 23 years.

Cora was my friend as well as my life mate.

And I'll count as one of the saddest days of my life the day I left her.

Though, the saddest truth of all is...

we just ran out of gas after all those years.

It's sad to think that that has to happen to a marriage.

Sad, indeed.

Well, no pain, no gain.

but enough about Fletcher Daniels.

Tell me about Patsy Mayo.

You must have a heck of a busy social life.

Not really.

Men are intimidated by a date that carries a gun.

Gun or no, you're a damn sexy woman.

Thank you.

Damn sexy.

You make me feel young again, in touch with myself,

connected to my long dormant sensual side.

You're embarrassing me.

You know, in early March, there's that, uh,

police sensitivity weekend out at the shore.

Yes, there was an item about it in roll call this morning.

Were you planning on attending?

No, I hadn't thought about it.

Would you think about it?

Damn it, I'm screwing my courage to the sticking post here...

but would you think about doing it with me?

McCune is back!

McCune has recovered 125 percent from this hernia condition.

And he's ready to demolish all fakers

and the creeps, which have been excuses for wrestlin'

while he's been out.

McCune issues a challenge!

-McCune weighs down the gauntlet! -(loud thumping, creaking)

(growling)

-Hey! -What!

You were warned to stay away from here!

Devil want it back!

You squashed my stuff, man!

Look at this stuff!

You come in here, you squashed this box,

you squashed this can of beans!

Banging on the RV ain't gonna get your beans back.

Don't come no closer! I'm allowed to be here!

-Streets is free! -Take it easy.

I was living in this field.

This is a parking lot.

My friend is parking his trailer here, and I'm watching it for him.

That allow you to crush my stuff?

Some people let me protect them.

Not like bazooka-head police cop. Ha-ha-ha!

How much is protection?

Uh, it depends.

It goes from a quarter up.

Uh, I-I watch from under the building.

Just a second.

TV ANNOUNCER: Into the corner, nobody home!

Hulk Hogan hits that...

Don't do anything stupid.

Street's free.

Twenty-five cents.

TV ANNOUNCER: ...in the area and the noise is deafening.

Here's 50 cents for the beans.

TV ANNOUNCER: He's going for a slam...

(coughs) Um... okay. (clears throat)

(kettle whistling)

(mimicking whistle)

(chuckles) What's that?

Is it me or is it Ella? (laughs)

(chuckles)

(clears throat) So long.

you want some cocoa before you go?

But uh, then I gotta make my rounds.

TV ANNOUNCER: Don't know what it is,

he's come up with so many things over the years...

Planted it right in that kidney area, and it took its toll.

Wrestlin'! (laughs)

Brother, I feel like I've been on this job ten months.

Frank, tell me you're happy I'm working with you now

-instead of against you. -I am.

Then tell me I did a great job with Eagleton.

You did. You did a great job.

Then why do I feel so scared and useless and, like...

maybe I decided everything wrong?

Not sure.

-First day jitters? -(chuckles weakly)

Maybe.

Maybe I'm just afraid I'm going to be dreaming

about a baseball player in a wheelchair.

(crying quietly)

(sniffles)

(theme music playing)