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NARRATOR: Previously on Hill Street Blues...

You got a lot of guns in there. You have paperwork on these?

Al DiPiano. He deals 40 pieces a week.

HARRY: Did Eddie tell you why we wanted to see you, Mr. DiPiano?

It slips my mind.

Maybe you could help us with some information.

You mean be a snitch?

My friend is parking his trailer here,

and I'm watching it for him.

Some people let me protect them!

You listen to Dr. Jablonski. We'll bowl.

And afterwards, we might have a few brews.

I miss you.

Oh, what about that other guy?

I may not have gotten everything I needed from you, Mick,

but without you, I don't have any of it.

(indistinct chattering)

Item four: Lateness.

People, please.

Nobody likes climbing out of a warm bed.

Now, I've been letting it slide up to a point...

I'm not mentioning any names, but if a certain detective, initials HG...

-(officers whooping) -...is late one more time,

I'm gonna make an entry into his...

you know, maybe it's a her... jacket.

Oh, Harriet...

-(laughter) -Anybody ever hear of Henry Goldblume?

Yeah, Lieutenant Henry Goldblume.

STAN: People, people, listen up.

Operation Dirty Disco...

continuing with Lieutenant Goldblume and Officer Joe Coffey

as waiter undercovers at Al DiPiano's keyboard lounge.

Now, this, uh... This operation involves international weapons sales,

so we got the FBI and the IRS participating.

As of today,

all negotiations finally having been completed to everybody's satisfaction.

Gina Srignoli.

(officers gasping, whooping)

Well, she's gonna be on the inside with a wire.

Now, Detectives Mayo and Garibaldi are gonna be on the other end,

riding shotgun in the communications van.

Rookie Officer Buzhardt is gonna be going to school with Sergeant Bates

until this pop is made.

-You got all that? -(officers chattering)

STAN: Good, good.

Item last...

The bowling team took it on the chin last night

from the Emerald Emperors of Midtown.

(officers booing)

Silver-lining, department...

the addition of Mick Belker to the team.

(officers cheering, applauding)

He... He is gonna be a holy terror once he clears up the foot fouls.

Also, once he starts using a bowling ball.

(laughter)

That's it. Let's get out there.

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

(officers chattering)

Oh, Sarge, I gotta talk to you.

You need more support from your fellows, Mick.

You can't carry a team all by yourself.

Yeah. Uh, I gotta quit.

What?

Robin Tataglia and I are gonna start living together.

Without getting married?

Yeah.

What's that got to do with bowling?

Well, I don't wanna mess things up this time.

-You know? -Oh.

Well, it makes sense.

Glad for you. It's-it's great.

-I'm sorry. -No problem, it's...

It's not a one-man band.

We'll...

We'll adjust.

Hill and Renko?

Uh, you guys, robbery. Hurdle and Jefferson parking lot.

Mrs. Furillo turned it in.

Natalie, is Fay getting robbed again?

Uh-uh, she saw it. She scared the guy off.

The woman has no fear.

Uh, sir?

Excuse me, sir...

On the street corner of the ghetto,

a tubercular child stands and shouts at the sky!

With the power of Almighty God,

I will strike this world dead!

At the 11th hour, the earth will crack and break,

and all the hate, and greed,

and-and pornography,

and the filth of the missile silos

will spew out and consume all human flesh!

Men will tear their eyes out of their sockets!

Mothers will murder their babies!

Oh, a fatted cow will give birth

to a stillborn mutant monster!

And when it's finished,

w-when pain and-and agony have gorged themselves

on the corruption of your bodies,

why, then, the obscenity of mankind

will return to its primordial vapor of stink and vomit!

(inhales) Pray!

Pray for yourselves!

Pray now,

for the hour of your annihilation is at hand!

(man chuckling)

Anyone know how to get out a jelly spot?

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)

(siren wailing)

She was robbed and beaten.

I was coming back from dropping a client off.

The guy must have seen me, because he took off.

-You get a look at him yourself? -Not really.

Mrs. Furillo...

Here, she gave me a description of him.

Ma'am, we're police officers. What's going on here?

She's got bruises. That's about it. Looks like the lady here saved it for her.

-You wanna go to the hospital, ma'am? -I'll be all right.

PARAMEDIC: We could run x-rays, but she doesn't wanna go.

Well, then, ma'am, perhaps you'd like to come down to the station,

file a report on the mugger.

I-I got my babies home, that's all.

Can't y'all fill out them reports and I'll come back and pick up my money later?

Not sure what you mean about money, ma'am.

Well, the woman here said I could get money back from being robbed.

Ain't that right?

Well, I was explaining to her, as a crime victim,

she might be eligible for compensation.

Well, you get compensation after you fill out the report, ma'am.

First things first. Got that? First things first.

I-I was explaining that to you, Mrs. Brown, too, remember?

Except I don't know what more I'm gonna tell you.

I lost my welfare check. Understand that?

My welfare check and $12!

Let's go.

I never wanna see Mendoza files again.

Well, if we get on the stand today, maybe you might not have to, Leo.

Testimony, your first day of trial?

With the joke they've made out of this nation's court system?

Excuse me. Captain Furillo is expecting us.

Ah. Mr. Greenglass, Miss Srignoli,

captain's office.

Thank you.

-Hi, detectives. -J.D.: Hi.

Still a great country, babe.

-Neal, let me ask you something. -What?

If you get aroused, can you blink?

-Yeah. -I don't know.

My whole life, I get aroused, I can't blink.

(Neal chuckles)

IRS AGENT: No, I won't go for it.

It's the last straw in the shakedown, and she doesn't get the dough.

This is a judgment made by who?

By me, as the field officer in charge.

(door opens)

Gentlemen.

(door closes)

GREENGLASS: Did you relay our request, Captain?

We're still discussing it.

Oh, boy.

-Discussing it? -(sighs)

People, it's a two-way street!

This girl's done nothing but deliver for you.

Come D-Day, you ask her to wear a wire, it could only increase her risk.

Okay, we'd like early release on a few dollars in her husband's estate,

$10,000.

And what's to discuss? Where's the reciprocity?

FBI has no objection.

Of course, it's not the FBI's money, is it?

You know, you just work for the IRS, Mr. Simpson.

Sometimes I think he had a personal hate vendetta

against my late husband, Paul.

Agent Simpson, could I talk to you for a minute?

We can talk till the cows come home. That impound doesn't lift.

FRANK: Excuse us for a minute, would you, please?

I don't think Mrs. Srignoli's request is out of line.

You're entitled to your opinion, Captain.

Listen to me.

I have a lot of people on a high-risk undercover

because somebody in your office authorized dealing the tax liens

on her husband's estate for an operation against Al DiPiano.

Maybe you weren't consulted in that decision,

or maybe you disapproved of it.

Why wouldn't I approve of it?

You only made a joke out of the last 13 months of my life.

Well, that joke's been played on me a few times, too, Mr. Simpson,

but the deal was made.

And a lot of hours in the lives of a lot of other people are gonna be wasted

if you contradict it in execution.

And I think if I called right now,

whichever of your superiors made the original deal

would authorize releasing that money.

Not necessary.

Let's stay consistent in our stupidity.

Mr. Simpson's reconsidered.

To release the 10,000.

FRANK: Fit Mrs. Srignoli for a mic, would you?

HARRY: Yes, sir.

She's all yours.

Do you have a 713 for me, officer?

Yes, very complete, meaningful statement.

Thank you, ma'am.

I got four kids at home

with a neighbor who has four kids of her own.

They wasted all my time putting out a description of the man.

What good is that gonna do?

Sit. You know, they do catch them sometimes.

Please, if I got money coming, okay. Otherwise, I gotta get back to my house.

We have medical, legal, and social services available.

But I can understand your main interest.

You're eligible for a reissue of your welfare check,

plus 27 percent of your other losses and expenses.

-What's your full legal name? -I gotta fill out all them forms?

Yes, Ms. Brown.

Now, we can make this work, but you're gonna have to help.

Okay, okay, okay.

Full name?

Ruby Louise Brown.

And talk.

Talk, talk.

I wish you could be there, Harry.

Oh, that wouldn't be smart, Gina.

I mean, I know Al made you and Detectives LaRue and Washington.

It was just a wish.

Well, Lieutenant Goldblume will be looking out for you.

And Officer Coffey.

And Officer Coffey, right.

Gee, that looks so technical.

Well, you barely feel it once it's on.

How does it go?

Pack straps underneath.

Microphone hooks to your bra.

Okay.

I guess we better get me a bra, then.

-(siren wailing) -I lost a week's worth now.

(indistinct chattering)

(car horn honking)

Dangerous position, right?

Yeah, just be firm and don't take any noise.

-Okay, but you handle it, all right? -Excuse me.

(car horn honking)

Jerk runs right into me, doesn't have a license.

Dollar will get you doughnuts,

he don't have a nickel's worth of insurance.

(groans) Hey, officer, I...

guess my license must have lapsed, huh?

Yeah, six months ago.

Yo, I'm gonna catch the bus.

-Hey, all right, man. -Oh, wait a second, sport.

Let me see some ID.

Officer, I was just riding. Let me make the races.

A, you stink like a still.

B, you remind me of someone I just heard about on the radio.

C, let me see some ID.

-(car horn honking) -(ID clatters)

"Ruby Brown." You Ruby Brown?

I found that. It was laying in the street.

What a coincidence.

She was a rob-assault victim about an hour ago.

Okay, you're under arrest. Up against the car.

You got the right to remain silent...

What about this creep? How about busting him?

He's next. You wanna go in, too?

Yeah, turn on me. Turn on the victim.

Keep running. Keep running your mouth.

I'd like to tell you that this was first introduced

in New Orleans at Bob's Hideaway...

-in about 19 and 31. -MICK: Freeze, Asshole! Freeze!

(instruments clanging)

Hey, you nut burger, what are you doing?

Well, you've gotta stop blocking the sidewalk.

MAN: Ah, hey, hit-and-run! Why don't you help me pick up, huh?

-Come on! -All right, that's it!

-What? -I'm a policeman, spitball.

-And you are under arrest! -Huh? Huh?

"No playing near rear lots, churches, parking lots, schools, hospitals.

No playing before 9:00 a.m. or after 1:00 a.m."

Hey, why don't you guys just shoot us on sight?

Open season on the one-man band!

We're freaks, right?

Wipe us off the face of the earth like the Chinese with all them dogs!

Shut up!

Give him the tuba.

It's a sousaphone, not a tuba.

-(sousaphone clangs) -What, uh... What's the charge, Mick?

Interfering with a police officer,

obstructing a public thoroughfare.

Persecution, humiliation, dehumanization!

(Mick growling)

Move, move!

Sit down.

Name?

Sturgeon Mussel.

You know, I could make a quintet out of this desktop.

That's a perfect A-flat.

Get your hands off of there, or I'll break them off at the wrist.

"$21,000 or BO"?

That's "best offer," Ray. Are you interested?

-Not really. -Then you're a smart man.

-I hear she's a lemon. -(Howard chuckles)

Well, reality was somewhat less than fantasy.

See, these RV dealers seem to think

that they'll lose a sale if they tell the truth.

So they wrap you up in a snare web of assurances,

and empty promises, and all kinds of flattery.

Of course, you have no protection whatsoever.

I tried to sell it back to the dealer.

You know what he offered me?

50 cents on the dollar, the shyster.

You really got to watch out for those guys.

Yes, that's right.

And to the average salesman,

truth and a successful sale are mutually exclusive.

Hold that.

And of course, honor, well...

Honor has gone the way of the horse-drawn combine harvester.

They are scavengers preying on an unsuspecting public's wits.

You make a good point, Howard.

Yes. Well, it need not be so.

Call, Lieutenant Hunter.

Perhaps a little nibble.

Lieutenant Hunter.

Yes.

Uh, yes, that's right.

Well, the honest truth is that I cannot provide

the maintenance that these things require.

I felt like that man on television

who was balancing the spinning plates on the end of a pole, I, uh...

Yes, I-I repaired the electrics, and then the plumbing would stop up,

and then the brakes went out, and the roof leaked.

It was quite a barrage. (chuckles)

(dial tone ringing)

Hello?

Mr. Pitman?

Mr. Pitman?

I'm a goofball, huh?

Well, let me tell you something, pal.

A one-man band once saved 50 cops in this city.

Uh-huh. No one ever hear about that.

You never read about that in your history books.

Pike Lecray, November 17th, 1904, the old police academy.

Pike's walking by about midnight, and he smells smoke.

Pike goes in and plays "The Thunderer" in six parts,

so loud, those cops followed him through the smoke to safety.

And what does he get for his trouble?

Nothing. An early grave in the poorhouse.

Yeah, well, that's the way it's always been for us.

It's how it always is for our contributions to society,

they're always lost, forgotten.

Who ever remembers my father, Emil Muzel, the world's largest one-man band, 1931,

played 27 instruments simultaneously?

Shoulders like an oak.

He was crushed to death.

(scoffs)

Now, how about Ed Dorfman,

the guy who composed this city's official song?

Fifty years, he didn't miss one Sunday playing for the kids in the zoo.

They threw him into a jail cell next to Lenny Bruce.

And who does society remember? A foulmouthed comic.

(telephone rings, clatters)

What?

Hi, Ma.

What?

No, I can't do that.

Ma...

Ma.

I am a 37-year-old man.

If I want to live with a woman...

Would you please stop?

You're embarrassing me.

No.

You did not yell at your daughter when she moved in with that shmegegge, what...

Okay, okay, so they slept in separate rooms.

Maybe Robin and I will do the same thing. I don't know.

-You steal those instruments? -Ma...

No, you're stealing them from me! I didn't do nothing!

I'm taking charge of your man. I'm kicking him loose.

STURGEON: Justice.

Uh, Ma, I gotta go.

All right, just tell me you love me.

Come on, tell me you love me.

Come on, tell me.

Good. I love you, too, sweetheart, goodbye.

-(telephone clatters) -(chair creaks)

(clarinet playing)

What's going on?

Maybe you left your thinking cap at Robin Tataglia's

when you came to work today.

What's that supposed to mean?

What am I supposed to do with all this junk?

(trumpet playing)

To truck it to Division Property will take three days.

Use a little common sense, detective.

He was obstructing the sidewalk.

He's obstructing the squad room.

Look, from now on, you toot your horns in the park, you understand?

Otherwise, I'll see that you get a cell.

Hey, uh, detective, why don't you take a musical-appreciation course?

Why don't you take a bus?

Leo, help him out, huh?

Look at this valve. It's loose.

Yeah, I could sue you guys.

This was wrong.

I bring a guy in and you kick him?

That ain't kosher.

Don't be so sensitive, detective.

(sousaphone plays)

Is this about me quitting the bowling team?

Bowling's got nothing to do with anything.

Louis Jes sup. J-E-S-S-U-P.

Suspicion of robbery and assault.

File as evidence one welfare ID, one welfare check to a Ruby Brown.

Hey, so, I didn't find the check in the street.

She gave me permission to cash it.

Mr. Jes sup, I'm Ms. Chapman.

I'll be your public defender,

and I would strongly advise you turn your back and shut your mouth.

Okay, on this one, you sign right there.

Hold it. What's going on in there?

Uh-uh. No way.

No way what? What-What's wrong, Ruby?

Mrs. Furillo, is this your complainant on the rob-assault case?

No, uh-uh.

Look, we've got a suspect we'd like to put in a lineup, ma'am.

Would you come take a look?

That's-That's not the man in there.

Ruby, can I talk to you in private for a minute?

-There's nothing to talk about. -Ruby, yes, there is.

And if you walk out now, I can't process this application.

Come on, this way.

RUBY: The check come yesterday.

I wake up this morning, the check is gone,

and so is Louis gone.

He said it was for some tools to buy for some job program,

but I knew he'd be down at Jackson's place.

So I went down there,

and that's where we had the fight.

Plus, he took $12.

And then you come into it.

He's beaten and stolen from you before?

Some of the time, that's so...

But I know Louis loves me.

Ruby, this man has committed crimes against you.

-Why not bring charges? -What am I gonna do?

I can't live with him, and I can't without him.

And I say, let's question that.

I bet you can.

I could help you.

You can't help me.

Do you want me to?

Ma'am, Louis been living with me for four years.

Do you want me to help you?

(sobs)

Somebody gotta help me,

because I can't go on like this.

I can't.

All right.

All right.

Now, there are two basic things we have to do.

First, we have to protect you.

We'll get you into a battered-woman's shelter with your children.

And second, we're gonna put that creep behind bars.

How you gonna do that?

You're gonna do it.

You were robbed. You'll testify against him.

But the trial won't come up for months.

What am I gonna do till then?

Well, the judge will place a high bail, probably $2,000 to $5,000.

Can he raise that kind of money?

And then, even if he gets a jail sentence of only 30 to 90 days,

that's still gonna give you plenty of time to relocate.

He ain't never been to jail before.

He been busted, but he always get out on some job program or some damn thing.

Not this time.

You testify, he goes to jail. Okay?

Okay.

(siren wailing)

MAN: Straighten out the ashtrays, huh?

(indistinct chattering)

AL: You've got a set on you coming in here.

I got a proposition that I want you to hear...

Another proposition?

Got a 72 gross of certain items boosted by your first proposition.

Six days into delivery, I get, "Uncle Al, I'm so sorry.

Uncle Al, I can't make the numbers."

Well, I figured something out this time...

I figured something out, too. No more business with family.

Uncle Al, give me one more chance.

-Will you? -I already have a firm deal elsewhere.

Now you take a walk before I do what's right to you.

Uncle Al, look at my pocket.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm pointing something at your belly.

Now, one way or another, you're fronting me those pieces, Uncle Al.

And I'm gonna pay you back once I move them.

Now, come on.

Come on where?

To the basement. I know where they are.

-Front way or back? -Back door.

Let's go.

Everything okay, Mr. DiPiano?

AL: It's okay. It's all right.

(door closes)

Joey, I'm gonna turn around for a second, okay?

For what?

-'Cause I wanna ask you something. -What?

(gun fires)

(door opens)

Hey, Mr. D, you all right?

Yeah.

What happened?

Kid shot himself.

DiPiano killing the guy makes him a pop in his own right, no question.

But you still want the people he moves to.

Of course what you really want is to follow those people,

see who they move to.

But then you get yourself all kinds of problems with diplomatic immunity,

the whole thing could go overseas.

Now, you got your hands in your shirt, you wind up outsmarting yourself.

Ramsey, I have four officers and a civilian at risk.

By my lights, this operation could close...

Captain, I'd like to go to the buy.

Okay.

MAN: He just stood there while six of them robbed me!

Get this, punched out a newspaper vendor,

says he just stood around

while a bunch of gang kids ripped off his instruments.

They took my whole kit!

-Tuba, too? -Sousaphone.

-Was this on a city street? -Yep.

Put him in garden level. Book him later.

Hey, it was death in the park. There was nobody there!

-Come on. -Tell him, Buzzy!

HOWARD: HM, how would I rate it?

I'd put it, uh, somewhere between good and, uh, very good.

Well, uh, she has a slight tendency to pull to one side,

which is, uh, a minor glitch in the brakes or the steering, I...

Well, I-I never did, uh, get to the bottom of it.

No, it's just a matter of adjustment.

Well... (sighs) because, other than that,

she's the smooth-running motor coach

-in every way, e-except for that little... -(dial tone ringing)

...idiosyncrasy.

Hello?

(metal clanging)

-You got atonal cells here. -(clangs)

What's the matter with you?

You know this ain't worth the trouble.

(sighs) Listen, I see these kids nowadays downtown at the civic center.

They got guitar synthesizers, percussion machines,

electronic-bass pedals.

(scoffs) What does it take to strap on half a dozen computer chips?

They say pretty soon, one guy will be able to make an infinite variety of sounds

with nothing but a pocket calculator.

Sunset on the one-man band.

I got 7, 10 good years left in these legs, and then it's over with.

I figured I could get around you guys in the meantime.

Figured I had nothin' to lose.

So what's right?

(Mick sighs)

How's your lip?

It's okay.

I got behind a bass drum. I've been mugged before.

(chuckles)

I'm gonna see what I can do to get you out of here, okay?

Forget about it. It's all over with.

I ain't got nothing to go home to, and I ain't fighting it no more.

Well-well, the Woodlander "R" series is, uh...

Is generally considered to be the Cadillac of motor homes.

Oh, no, no, no. "Pegasus" is-is a nickname of my coining.

Uh, well, I suppose it's for that wind-swept feeling one gets

coursing the open road, it's...

I see, um...

Sir, if you would forgive me,

I think that we are both doing Pegasus a disservice

by relying upon my poor powers of description.

Uh, why don't you see it?

And-and then you can form your own impression.

Oh, yes, well, uh, I will make four o'clock convenient.

Do you have the address?

(laughs) I'm looking forward to seeing you.

Anyway, he wanted you to know that.

Uh, you shouldn't be talking to Miss Brown.

On the contrary, it's her right to talk to me.

She said that the judge will set bail for Louis,

but then there's another judge later on that might change it.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about regardless of how bail is set today,

later there'll be another hearing.

Mr. Jes sup will get another chance.

Ruby, she's just trying to scare you off of what we're doing.

I'm not trying to scare anybody.

These people have a relationship.

If there's problems, let's solve them. Let's not put people in jail.

(groans) Come on, Ruby. We're due in court.

He gets out, what am I gonna do then?

Louis ain't stupid. He'll find me somehow.

(sighs) It'll be okay. Hey, where's your coat?

You know, you shouldn't have talked to her.

Where is your conscience?

Where it belongs, Ms. Furillo, in my job!

HOWARD: Solid.

Now, they don't build a coach as solid as this today.

You can have your fiberglass.

For me, if it isn't aluminum, I'm not interested.

It's real nice.

Ample headroom throughout, as you can see.

And, oh. (laughs)

Of course, that doesn't concern a little fellow like you.

But you might appreciate the, uh, square footage here

for your toys and a fishing rod for those weekends with your dad.

-It's great. -(laughs)

Has it been a good motor home to own, Mr. Hunter?

Well, uh, I am, uh, hopelessly prejudiced, Mr. McKeever.

I, uh... I would like to disqualify myself, uh, from responding.

Uh, oh, I-I know what you're thinking, that, uh...

You're thinking, "Why am I selling in the first place?"

If you knew the sacrifice that this represents, and...

how I have anguished over parting with Pegasus

or whether I should hold onto her

and, uh, try to finance her and the sailboat both...

Um, but, uh, t-to answer your question, she's been a delight.

Ooh, what if I took her for a test spin? Would that be okay?

Oh, of course.

Uh, you wouldn't mind watching our car for us, would you?

The neighborhood. (chuckles)

You, uh... You mean a solo drive?

Oh, if you're worried, here.

Take the keys.

Oh. (laughs)

Of course. Sure.

Here we go!

Hop up there. Uh, I think she'll start right up.

-Right. -(engine starting)

JOYCE: People ask 5,000 bail.

We allege a pattern of repeated robberies and assaults.

Miss Brown has finally had enough.

Domestic situation, Judge.

Mr. Sanchez is here from the Jefferson Job Action Corps

to vouch for Mr. Jessup.

Five thousand bail,

10 percent cash.

BAILIFF: You have to sign here.

Miss Brown...

I don't want to, Judge. Let him go.

Ruby, come on. We're just one step away.

Just tell him not to hit me no more, okay?

I can do that, Miss Brown, but, uh, I can't hold him unless you sign.

Your Honor, Miss Brown is afraid even though you've set bail today,

that after a hearing, that bail might be reduced.

I can't help that. It's true.

LOUIS: Judge, if I could just say...

I'm gonna try real hard with Ruby,

'cause I do care about the woman.

So, if we had a problem, it could be from my job situation,

which is gonna change, Judge.

I hope so...

or I'll send you up the river till Christmas.

-Dismissed. Next case. -(gavel bangs)

FAY: Hold it!

Please, Judge. Uh, Fay Furillo.

I'll swear out the complaint.

You will?

Well, I saw the end of the attack.

This is absurd.

People will file on new complainant's accusations.

Judge, this is the most irregular proceedings I've witnessed

in my two years working these courts.

If you accept this complaint,

I demand an immediate hearing on its adequacy.

Miss DA?

We've leapfrogged here to your side's benefit.

If the court requires a hearing to hold Mr. Jessup,

all right.

With court stipulation as to court records as entered, People rest.

So stipulated.

All right, let's go.

Defense calls one witness only, Officer Andrew Renko.

Now what? What are you doing?

If you won't stick up for yourself, I will.

BAILIFF: You swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, so help you God?

I do.

Officer Renko, is this a true copy of your incident report,

file number B7639,

regarding the alleged assault on Ruby Brown this morning?

Yes, ma'am.

Kindly read the last sentence.

"Other witness, Fay Furillo, says she saw no part of the crime."

People withdraw the charges without prejudice to reinstate.

So ordered.

Remember what I told you, Mr. Jessup.

And you, Mrs. Furillo...

ix-nay on the ib-fays.

-(gavel bangs) -JUDGE: Ten-minute recess.

If Miss Brown changes her mind, we'll start over.

You are lucky I'm not asking for a perjury count.

It just wasn't meant to be, that's all.

(sighs) Ruby, what about the shelter? I can still take you there.

So he can be waiting for me on the corner when I walk out on the street?

No way.

I just want my welfare check, that's all.

Uh...

you know, I saw your bus heading onto the expressway, man.

Oh, no, that was with a prospective buyer and his son.

You mean you just let some guy just drive off in your bus like that?

No, no. It's a test-drive.

Well, what makes you think they're coming back?

(laughs)

Collateral. Collateral, my good man.

(scoffs) Looks like a Ford to me.

What's going on, Lieutenant?

Is this your car?

Now, where am I gonna get a car like this, "Occifer"?

Oh, it belongs to a fella who's looking at the Pegasus.

Yeah? Well, the report says it was stolen this morning.

It's hot.

(laughing)

Want a cup of coffee? Go ahead.

I'm not gonna tell you to have one, Mr. D. (laughs)

(chuckles) Give him some coffee.

MAN: By one shot, everything's gonna be all right, Mr. D.

Right now, they're in that basement.

They're saying the equipment's good.

The count is right on.

Ring, they give me a call.

"Stevie, give him the briefcase with the one million dollars cash money."

Now your biggest problem

is how much sun do I get my first day on the beach? (laughs)

Hey, Mr. LiCalsi? Mr. LiCalsi?

Gina, sweetheart, give me a shot.

Stuff's on the truck and ready to go.

Maybe you want to count it?

-Freeze! Police! -(indistinct shouting)

Come on, Al. Cops all over the place. Why don't you let her go?

No good. I'll kill her. I swear it.

Al, please.

Shut up!

We're gettin' out of here.

All right. Kick that briefcase over to me.

(Gina shuddering)

Do it!

All right.

Okay, Al, take it easy. I'm coming.

(briefcase clattering)

-(Gina shuddering) -All right, Gina, honey, pick it up.

Pick it up!

(squeals) Al! Al!

-(door opens) -MAN: Police! Freeze!

-MAN 2: FBI! -(woman screaming)

-MAN: Police! Hold it! -(guns fire)

(people clamoring)

MAN: You okay? Everything okay?

I'm shot. I'm shot.

Yeah, well, you're alive. You're alive.

Gina? Gina, you okay?

(Gina shuddering)

You saved my life.

STAN: What I can't figure out is how you steal a motor home.

I-It's like it just vanished.

-What's going on? -Oh, I've been victimized, Frank.

Some guy stole Lieutenant Hunter's nice motor home, captain.

A pro.

Same guy stole a station wagon out of the ferry

last night or-or this morning.

-Insurance? -Yes.

Insurance don't cover sentiment.

Well, it goes a long distance.

Don't worry, Howard. Maybe it will break down.

How far can he get in a 29-foot lemon?

Oh, Fay. Listen, I heard what happened in court.

Tomorrow. Can we talk about it tomorrow, Frank, please?

Captain. Captain.

You made yourself a lifetime friend at the Bureau.

That's good to know.

And I can take him off your hands for you now.

I'll take him down to federal detention, do the processing.

I'd like to hold him there.

Well, as soon as we book him on our murder.

Oh. Absolutely.

-Uh, Henry. Good work. -Thanks.

-You okay? -I'm fine.

Listen, you wanna have dinner tonight? My treat.

Tomorrow, okay?

Uh, Gina wants to take me out for a little thank-you dinner.

HARRY: Uh, hey, Gina.

We can start calling you an heiress again, huh?

Yeah, I'm still a little shaky, Harry.

Well, it definitely got scary there at the end.

You should've seen the way Henry handled it.

Yeah, I bet. Well, you know, police, we face that kind of situation every day.

He saved my life.

My pleasure, Gina.

So, Gina, what do you say we go out

and have a nice, quiet victory celebration?

Uh, care to join us for a drink, Lieutenant?

Uh, I'm sorry, Harry. Henry and I are going to the Red Lion.

I see.

-Well, in that-- -You wanna-- You wanna come join us?

-Harry... -No, no. That's okay.

I, uh, really kind of feel like souvlaki.

Well, I got a lot of things to do.

Wa-- You wanna come sit down?

-I'll just be a few minutes. -Yeah. Okay.

HENRY: Come over here.

Gina!

-(instruments clanging) -Move, please!

Wanna move? Move out of the way!

Man with a tuba here! You wanna move?

-Hold it right there, detective! -(instruments clanging)

Where'd this stuff come from?

It's stolen property. I recovered it.

Well, get it out of here.

I already told you once, I got no room to store this junk.

(instruments clanging)

Look...

I've been thinking about this all day, so I'm gonna say it right now.

All the time I was living in that trailer,

it was like I lost everything.

My girl, my place, everything.

You kind of took me under your wing. You did. You gave me your friendship.

I was, like, in the middle of this crisis, and you pulled me through it.

And now, Robin and me are back,

and it's like I got my life back together again,

and all of a sudden, you're acting all...

I don't know, weird!

Hurt. Jealous.

Jealous? Me?

-Of what? -I don't know.

Robin.

-(instruments clanging) -Don't flatter yourself, detective.

We talked about it.

We were hoping you could come over for dinner tomorrow.

I don't think so.

(instruments clanging)

Oh, let's get this stuff out of the way, at least. What do you say?

(sniffs)

(instruments clanging)

Okay, here's your stuff.

W-What can I say?

Nothing.

I've been thinking about what you said.

We both could bend a little bit, okay?

Now, there are subway entrances off the hill.

Detective, I am deeply indebted to you for this,

and I intend to repay you.

All right.

Stay out of trouble and do yourself a favor...

go a little easy on the cymbals.

Right.

-Right. Got it. -(telephone clatters)

-LaRue, Washington. -J.D.: Yeah?

We got a stabbing homicide, 1049 Jefferson.

-What was that address? -1049 Jefferson.

Uh, a Brown? A Ruby Brown?

Victim? Uh-uh.

Victim, Louis Jessup.

But we got a woman suspect.

That-That's my client. That's my situation.

Come with us, Mrs. Furillo. Maybe you've got some info for us.

(groans) Damn! Wait, let me get my coat!

-(baby crying) -(siren wailing)

RUBY: He got so drunk.

Like, he gets saying he was gonna kill me and the babies both

on account of his humiliation.

I run out in the hallway to escape,

but he caught me out there.

And when he fell, I took the knife away from him, and I cut him.

But I sure didn't mean to kill the man.

Ruby, we got three witnesses down the hall.

I can't promise, but I think you're gonna be okay on this

on grounds of self-defense.

-We ready? -Yeah, go on.

What about my babies? Where they gonna be?

FAY: Ruby, Ruby, they're with the Youth Authority.

They're gonna be fine.

Nice timing, Miss Chapman.

I don't need any of your hindsight sarcasm, okay?

-What are you doing here, anyway? -Just lay off, okay? I screwed up!

-Isn't that good enough for you? -No.

It's not.

FRANK: Standard hospital guard, hospital arraignment afterwards.

Release on recognizance.

If you have any problem, call me personally.

-Frank, can we talk? -Sure.

It was as if we...

We both had these big self-fulfilling prophecies.

It's her life, Fay, not yours.

I know, but I feel so horrible.

Like, if I hadn't been such a naive jerk...

I don't think you were a naive jerk.

I wanted to give her hope.

I wanted her to see that the system could work for her.

Fay...

What?

I think you've had a taste of the despair that comes with the territory up here.

It's where the job starts.

-(sniffles) -It doesn't have to be where it ends.

You know, it's so funny.

Five years ago, I would've hated you.

And today, you saved my life.

I feel like a completely different person now.

So, what do you... (clears throat)

What do you think you're gonna do now?

What do you mean?

(laughs)

I mean, now that you're on your own.

Oh, well, first I've gotta pry loose the rest of Paul's estate.

Then I have to diversify everything.

Paul put everything in property and cars.

And I wanna sit down with a qualified money manager

and figure it all out.

You know, how much to set aside in tax-frees,

how much to maintain in cash and cash equivalent.

I like that I can talk to you.

I feel like I can really open up to you.

I really want to get to know you better.

I thought you were seeing Harry.

(sighs) N-- I like Harry.

Harry's... Harry's a good friend.

I thought...

I didn't know.

I've only known you for today, Henry...

but I feel so good around you.

I'm very...

attracted to you.

My heart is pounding.

My heart is pounding, too.

(sighs)

Maybe I'm not really your type at all.

You don't think I'm... (inhales)

I'm bad, or evil, or something?

God, no!

I think you're great.

You do?

Henry?

Would it be okay if we just got the check?

I don't really feel like eating.

-What? -Well...

Oh, sure.

Did you notice there's a hotel across the street?

(sighs)

(both chuckling)

Where's your toothbrush and stuff?

It's in my shaving kit.

And where's your shaving kit?

(chuckles) Right here. Why?

Mick, you're living here now.

I know.

(chuckles) That means you get to put your stuff in the bathroom.

-(chuckles) -That means this is your place now.

All right.

(sighs)

(objects clattering)

-(exhales) -(marching band music playing)

How do you feel?

Pretty good.

I'm a little scared.

(band music continues)

(closing theme playing)