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-(chattering)
-STAN: Okay, item five; moving day.

Now, unless there's some
last-minute legal maneuvers,

the first of four Black families,
first ones ever,

are moving into the O'Neill
housing project at 9:00 this a.m.

The tenants' groups
have been fighting this tooth and nail

ever since the city took ownership.

And, uh, they are not good losers.

We got Lieutenant Hunter
and the emergency-action units

coordinating with the housing units
at the scene.

Now be alert for possible backups.

Item six.

This is a memo from Division

announcing the Ray Augustine scholarship
at Memorial High School.

Any of you could spare a few extra bucks.

Uh, Officer Augustine
was out of the Heights.

Just a reminder,
his funeral's at, uh, 4:00 this afternoon

at All Saints' Cemetery
over on Union Avenue.

Item seven.

This is the anniversary of legal abortion
in this state.

WOMAN: All right!

The right-to-lifers are demonstrating

in front of the Jefferson
Family-Planning Clinic,

which brought the case
that the court decided on.

Uh, Sergeant Bates, Officers Coffey,
Hill and Renko, you're assigned.

Other assignments,
um, Detectives LaRue and Washington,

you're on court call.

-Again?
-Ah, come on, Sarge.

-Downtown at the Mendoza trial.
-Yo, J.D., pitch a tent.

-(laughter)
-STAN: Yeah, let...

Let me finish, let me finish.

Simpson rides with Jamison,
Donahue with Frame.

-Okay, that's it.
-COFFEY: Hey, no, it's not.

No, it's not. Final item.

The time, last night.

The place, Bowlmor Lanes.

Spring League showdown,

the Hill versus crosstown nemesis
South Ferry.

-(laughter)
-It is crunch time.

And the man with the plan,

Sergeant Stan Jablonski,
bowling a 300 game!

(cheering, applauding)

I'm telling you, this man right here
was unconscious!

-(laughs) That?
-MAN: Come on, Sir.

Come on, Sarge, your reaction?

What can I say? It's once in a lifetime.

I mean, I was bowling solid all night,

but all of a sudden,
this game is in the seventh frame,

nothing but pocket hits.

Nothing but strikes on the score sheet.

It's like I got the plague.

All of a sudden,
everybody's leaving me alone

over at the end of the bench.

Yeah, we didn't want to jinx you.

Second ball in the tenth
is a Brooklyn hit...

five pin's shaking like a hula girl.

Then she drops.

(cheering, applauding)

That's when I finally let myself hope.

"Stush," I'm thinking,
"This could be your night."

Last ball, I'm like this.

My ticker is doing the dead-beat tattoo.

-(laughter)
-MAN: Then what happened?

I roll... I close my eyes...

Next thing I know,
this joker's carrying me off the lane

like I'm the queen of the bank!

(cheering, applauding)

(whistling)

Whoo!

Thanks. Thanks, everybody.

Okay, okay,
that's it with the sports report.

(laughter)

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

RENKO: Why would they even want to move
into the O'Neill Projects?

All I know is they got a right
to be there, Renko.

(chattering)

COFFEY: Good going, Sarge.

Housing projects are like
great ocean reefs, Valentine.

Thank you, Leo.

The form itself is inanimate,

but within is a Darwinian carnival
of the sociologically deprived.

I don't know that it would be much
of a party today, sir.

Well, pack your helmets, Valentine.

Okay, look, you got the number.
We'll wait for your call.

(telephone thuds)

NEAL: All set?

J.D.: Bernstein says he needs us in court,
which I doubt.

Hey, it's one call.
We're there in 20 minutes.

MAN: J.D., I thought I could run over
some of these script changes with you

-on the way to the studio.
-What do you mean, changes?

Listen, what you wrote is terrific.

But I took the liberty of adding
a couple of women here.

You know, a little feminine interest.

Why would that be?

A, we actually see the victim.

Get some sympathy going.

Your market for the home-security video
is your crime-terrorized housewives.

B, you get audience identification.

This way they see themselves at risk.

This guy is a stone genius, Neal.

-Young DeMille, huh?
-(taps)

Hoo!

Hey, look, J.D., I'll be in it, man,

but there ain't no way
I'm kicking in a thousand bucks.

Hey, Neal, pass up money
laying in the street. Go ahead.

Whoo! Hey, hey, hey, Lieutenant!

-Now, those are some serious vines.
-Thank you.

Good morning.

-Whoa! He looks terrific.
-Jerk.

Gigolo.

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)

Stan, did you get Howard's unit
dispatched to the O'Neill Projects?

On the way. Problem already?

First family's moving in.

There's no violence yet,
but that crowd seemed unstable.

We could beef up our complement there,
pull somebody off the, uh, abortion mill.

-Jefferson Clinic?
-Right.

I think you'd want to keep
our profile high there, too.

Then just double pass-by at O'Neill.
Howard will keep us posted.

New threads, Henry?

It's a gift.

Nice.

It's a look.

-Excuse me, Sergeant Jablonski?
-You got him.

Artie Neems, BAA regional secretary.

-You rolled the perfecto at Bowlmor Lanes?
-(chuckles)

-Alley nine, last night.
-That was me.

Okay, your 300 was submitted
for sanction this morning.

-Yeah?
-I'm just coming from the lanes now.

Um, the pins from alley nine?

-Checked out perfectly.
-Good.

But we've run into a small problem
with the lane dressing.

What are you talking about?

-I ran the tests, Mr. Jablonski.
-Yeah.

The alley was oiled
too thickly down the middle.

How do you say?

And, of course,
excessive oil can groove the lane.

Um...

The bottom line, sir,
is we can't allow your 300 game.

What's the real bottom line?

You want 100 bucks
to get it sanctioned, huh?

The real bottom line
is what I just told you, sir.

I hope next time
we can get you in the record books.

Next time?

I've been bowling for 40 years.

You tell me when's next time?

Could be tomorrow.

Could be I'm not gonna
take this lying down.

Could be I'm gonna appeal this decision!

Hey, that's your right, of course.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings.

Yeah, you look all broke up.

J.D.: It's a quarter after 10:00.
Jane Smith's husband's out of town.

Jane's... Jane's checking the house

before she looks in on the kids
and goes to bed.

Now it's 2:15,

four hours later.

And for all the trouble
that this burglar's gonna have

coming through those locks,

Jane might just as well have
left the windows wide open.

Yes, the Smith family
is about to get robbed.

Oh, damn!

Hold it, hold it. What's the matter, babe?

Oh, man, you got a nail coming
out of the ledge here.

Can I get this filed down?
Can I get a little help here?

-Larry, how am I doing?
-Great. You're great.

-(knocks on window)
-I'll be with you in just a second.

Oh, hey, Larry,
we're doing the group scene. We need Lulu.

Lulu, honey, they need you next door,
two minutes.

-I must be working with Tony.
-(scoffs)

Joey, you can't fix it,
lay a cloth over it.

Just make sure it doesn't read.

What are they shooting next door?

It's another project.
This place is a beehive.

Listen (clears throat) John,
can I get that grand-ski from you now?

-The crew needs half before we roll here.
-Sure.

Uh, don't forget
to get a receipt-ski, babe.

It's a good thing I'm not sensitive, Neal.

Uh, nothing personal, Mr. Stein.

It's just that I've seen J.D.
go down the tubes

on a couple of other projects, you know.

Yeah, on this project,
the man gets 20 cents on every buck

till his investment's out
and a dime on every buck after.

Plus, he's got full access to my books.

Now, come on, Neal, be serious.

You think I'm looking to take somebody,
I'm gonna hit on a cop?

Okay, let's make magic, folks!

MAN: Open up the barn door...

Like the man says,
nobody's right when everybody's wrong.

Religion and politics, Renko.

I'm talking about the people
hootin' and hollering--

BOBBY: Some people, it means...

MAN: Are you going to have an abortion?
Are you going to have an abortion?

-WOMAN: It's none of your business.
-RENKO: This way, ma'am.

Would you read our literature?

-Out of the way!
-Have you examined all the alternatives?

Do you believe these demonstrations
are part of an organized campaign, Doctor?

-Damn right.
-Get off, sir.

Happy with your extra 50 feet?

Now you can get a little closer
to make people miserable.

What is your business in the clinic, sir?

I'm a doctor. Is that business enough?

MAN: You think you're helping these women?

Someday, they're gonna hate you
for what you're doing.

Do you do this because your life is empty.

You're some sort of emotional cripple.

I do this because I believe
in the sanctity of life, all life,

which is more than I can say for you, sir!

This is what you do!

That's what you do!

-You sick--
-(clamoring)

(screams)

-That's right!
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-Oh, my God!
-MAN: Sorry! Sorry!

-I have to go home. (groans)
-Easy, easy.

-What is it?
-Ah! Ah! Is someone a doctor?

-MAN: I'm a doctor. Let me through.
-Something's wrong.

-Are you pregnant?
-Yes.

-You having contractions?
-(groans)

Maybe we should take her inside.

-We don't have the facilities.
-Hospital's up the street.

(groans)

BOBBY: All right, excuse us.
Everybody out of the way!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

-(clamoring)
-I'm sorry.

You are going away, fella.
I'm gonna see that you go away.

MAN: Sorry.

(crowd chanting)
Right to life! Right to life!

Right to life! Right to life!
Right to life!

(police siren wails)

I'm not having more contractions.
I need to go home.

Doctor says not.

You can talk to him
when we get to the hospital.

My husband's gonna find out.
I didn't tell him.

Please, he can't know.
He can't see this now.

-You're already having contractions.
-(groans)

-I don't see any other choice right now.
-Domenic is gonna be home!

Look, you won't believe me right now,

but people are sometimes
more understanding

than you think they're gonna be.

I see it all the time.

Yeah, but I wasn't gonna
have the procedure.

I mean, they couldn't do it at the clinic
because they said I was too far along.

So they were referring me here
to the hospital.

-To Mercy?
-Yeah, but I wasn't going to.

I swear to God!
I only went for information.

And then by the time that I walked out,
I already decided, no, no, I wasn't.

And then right after that...
when the man threw the blood.

I mean, is that right?

God punishes you
just for wanting information?

No.

-No, that isn't-- I don't think--
-(panting)

Take it easy. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

-Let's go, Joe. Let's go.
-(car engine revving)

My wife's doc is head of OB at Mercy.
He says that woman's gonna deliver.

She's in her 20th week.

Chances are about one in a billion
the kid will live.

Then we should charge murder.

Facts sound more like
involuntary manslaughter, Joyce.

I disagree.

The assault on the doctor
was a violent felony.

Assailant's responsible
for the foreseeable results.

If the child dies, it's murder.

Look, I'm not competent in the legalities.

Correct.

But I can tell you that a murder charge

will put pro- and anti-abortion groups
outside of every clinic in my precinct.

-And I won't have a single cop available--
-That's a manpower problem.

It shouldn't determine
whether and how we prosecute.

How about let's hope
for "stays a nice, simple assault case."

Four months from now,
the woman delivers a healthy baby boy.

Gender bigot.

-You okay for staying on this?
-Yes.

-(door closes)
-Are you sure?

Meaning what, Frank?

That I have personal feelings
when a fanatic assaults a pregnant woman?

I do. Why does that disqualify me
from prosecution?

-It doesn't.
-But what.

Well, listen to yourself.

There hasn't even been
a police report yet,

and you're ready to charge murder.

Never mind that the woman
hasn't delivered.

If the woman doesn't deliver,
obviously there won't be a murder charge.

If the baby doesn't die, obviously...

I would like to see the police reports
as quickly as possible.

I'm Chapman, Mr. Ardrey,
you've requested a public defender?

Yes.

Which means I babysit
till the first team gets here?

I don't understand.

Please turn to the right.

Don't you people have anyone on retainer?

Aren't there any lawyers
with a hotline to the most high?

Look, I'm not a member of a group.
I don't have money for a lawyer.

Do I gather you'd rather not represent me?

I'll represent you.

Is there an interrogation room available?

Yeah, B.

-Have you heard how that woman is?
-No.

As many times as I have asked
for more police--

Miss Lane, there were four uniforms
outside your clinic.

And it wasn't enough.

We've had this discussion.

Whatever our presence,
confrontations are going to occur.

What are your views on abortion, Captain?

I believe you had appropriate protection.

You may be defending that position
in court.

Please excuse me.

I can't believe it.

I came downstairs this morning
and saw the house had been robbed.

Oh, you poor thing!

If only we had consulted
a qualified security expert.

It's too late for the Smith family now.

But it's not too late for us
to learn from their mistakes,

for you to make your home safer,
your family crime-free.

First, let's go through
our six-point security checklist.

See these locks on the windows?

They're better than nothing,
but to a skilled burglar,

these are an invitation to grand theft.

What about the doors?

Even when locked,

the average entry simply asks
the criminal-minded for trouble.

It might as well spell "rob me"
in big, red letters.

-Ugh!
-Cut! Cut, cut, cut.

-(buzzes)
-Man, I'm sorry. Man, I'm sorry!

It's okay, John. Let's try it again, huh.

Hey, looking good, babe. Looking good.

-Where from?
-(knocks on door)

Tick-tock, Larry. We need the room.

Hey, we got it till 1:00.
Give me a break here, huh.

John, we're gonna take it
from where you cross to the door again.

Only this time, let's see
if you can make it look

like you're actually walking.

'cause I got to be honest with you,

it looks a little
like you got a board in your back.

-(giggles)
-Girls, you were fine.

Maybe I should take it from the top,
huh, Larry?

No, no, no, we'll go
with what we have up to the cross.

I think I can do it better.

So could a corpse, J.D.,
but we haven't got the time.

(woman moaning)

Sorry, it was a cheap shot.

(moaning continues)

What the hell is going on over there?

Acting. Come on, places.
You can do it, J.D.

-You're doing great.
-(moaning continues)

(horns honking)

Man, that abortion clinic fracas
is gonna be a real set-to, Robert,

with the doctors and lawyers quoting
scripture at each other from both sides.

-Scriptures with a little "s."
-Yes, sir, with a little "s."

Now, here's the kind of question
I can relate to,

a split-level, two-bedroom,
living room and dinette.

Is this dwelling within the winsome

Daryl Ann and Andrew's
financial ways and means?

Yes.

"It's an hour-and-a-quarter commute,

but you will not discover
a two-bedroom home for $63,000

any closer to the city."

Renko, I never heard you talk
so much about money.

-There ain't nothing wrong with money.
-Nothing that having some wouldn't cure.

This is where my daughter's gonna grow up.

She's gonna ride her bicycle
down to the school yard. Right here.

WOMAN (on radio): All units,
disturbance at the O'Neill Projects--

125th and Jerome. Gang related.

-2202 in response.
-(police siren wailing)

Well, it took a while.

That Black family's
been there almost one hour.

-If you ask me, they're buying trouble.
-(police siren wailing continues)

(clamoring)

(police siren wails)

All right, up against the wall!
Every one of you! Drop your weapon!

-(gun cocks)
-Get up against the wall! Turn around!

-Turn around!
-(grunts)

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

-He came after me!
-We didn't do nothing!

Come here. I want you to shut up.

If you give up the right to remain silent,

what you say can and will be
held against you in a court of law.

-You understand that?
-Yeah, I understand.

-You understand?
-Yeah!

STAN: Mr. Hammond, I have--

I have here in my hand
the 1983 Guide To Bowling,

published by your organization,
of which I have read every chapter.

Now, it tells me about foul lines.

It tells me about etiquette.

Tells me about 28 different regulations,

but it does not tell me word one
about quantity of oil,

types of oil... nothing.

For three bucks, you'd be happy to send me
the official rule book.

This is the kind of rules
you got in there? Oil?

What if I bowl 300 on a Wednesday?
Does that count?

What if I bowl 300 with a red shirt on?
Does it count then, huh?

-Nah. No, don't bother.
-(slams receiver)

-Officer Schnitz.
-Mrs. Srignoli.

Would you be kind enough to let
Lieutenant Goldblume know I'm here?

Certainly.

Hunter's got his guys around
the perimeter,

-and county housing has jurisdiction.
-(knocks on door)

-Excuse me, Lieutenant?
-Yeah?

Mrs. Srignoli's here.

We okay at O'Neill, Frank?

Bon appétit, Henry.

Thank you.

HARRY: I don't know.

Maybe she's got a thing
for men in midlife crisis.

Or maybe he's helping her
with her memoirs.

"I was a gangland tramp."

What did you say, Fay?

Nothing.

I happen to be in love with Gina, Fay.

Love? Is that what they're
calling it these days, Henry?

-That's beneath you.
-(sighs)

Maybe, but we all know what's beneath you.

Excuse me. Miss Davenport.

Legal conundrum discussion group?

-Finish intake with Ardrey?
-Mm-hmm.

It's pretty interesting, as fanatics go.

I got to say, I gave him a few
things to think about.

I've kept the assault charge
instated for this afternoon's arraignment.

We may amend.

If the baby dies.

Want something to look forward to?

What?

Think about my client, the zealot,
when I argue the fetus wasn't viable.

It hasn't died yet.

No, but I'm saying, I mean...

I think I can lick you on intent,
maybe proximate cause,

but I've got to make the other
argument, too, right?

Baby hasn't breathed
without a machine since it was born.

Isn't that great?

Here's this guy, thinks life begins
with the first randy thought.

His defense is gonna be
the fetus wasn't life.

Excuse me.

Plus, it has all the modern
conveniences...

wall-to-wall carpeting, high ceilings,

24-hour spa, masseuse on call.

Do you like it, Henry?

I'm crazy about it.

Oh, good.

Of course, I haven't had time to do
a whole lot in the way of decorating yet.

That's perfectly understandable.

Just a few of the bare... necessities.

(laughs)

-I need a gurney in here.
-(woman groaning)

Can you tell us what's going on?

-Is there contractions again?
-Yes.

Can you tell me about Ann Florio?
I'm her husband.

-Yeah.
-What are they saying about contractions?

You got to talk to her doctor, Mr. Florio.

Who's her doctor?
We've never been to this hospital before.

-Why don't you just relax--
-Annie!

-Are the kids all right?
-Yeah, honey, everybody's all right.

-What happened?
-(Ann screams)

(door closes)

-You guys tell me what happened?
-Yeah, she fell.

Mr. Florio, uh, they're gonna explain
the whole thing to you, so...

Did you hear that?
How could she have her baby?

She's only five months along.

Stan, what could I say?

A terrible set of circumstances here.

How could a thing like this happen?

Didn't you know the rules?

Hey, Stan, my lane buffer is 11 years old.

I'm lucky it works two out of three days.

The fact is, Stan,
the lanes are a little grooved.

Scores get a boost,
people go out of here feeling terrific.

-So, what's so terrible about that?
-You're kidding me.

They pulled that crap in the stone age,

scotch tape on the alleys,
nails on the boards.

-Come on, Stan.
-No, no, you come on.

Never mind the Bowling Federation.

I don't know now whether
what I did was real.

Hey, you still get your free games,

and your picture's still
on the "Wall of Fame" there.

And that's forever, Stan.

(chuckles)

-Hi, Tom.
-Hi.

-Shoes? Lane six.
-Yeah, 11 and a half.

-Lane six.
-YOUNG MAN: Thanks.

Have a good game.

Look at that.

You just rented that kid a pair of shoes.

Did you spray them first? No, you did not.

I'll bet everybody walks out
of here with athlete's foot.

-Stan, I know how you feel.
-I'll tell you how I feel.

I feel like getting my league
to move right out of here.

You're speaking upon emotions,
and you're going off half-cocked, Stan.

Yeah? Half-cocked? Here's half-cocked.

Here is your cockamamie "Wall of Fame."

Somebody ought to shut you down for good.

-Stan, may I say something?
-What?

I think you're being a sore loser.

I'll show you sore loser.

-Stan!
-Ah!

-She delivered.
-I heard.

He said it weighs a pound.

Leo, disorderly conduct
in the vicinity of the O'Neill Projects.

Name?

Dean Johnson.

Look, where's my lawyer?

-Address?
-2545 Edgewater Avenue.

Mr. Johnson's got an attitude
problem here, Leo.

-Captain?
-Pull them into interrogation.

You heard the man. Move it, boys.

What's the scam, Furillo?

I just want a couple minutes of your time,
then I think we'll let you go.

-So, we can walk.
-That's the idea.

Provided you walk away
from the situation at the housing project.

-Blacks got no business--
-We got people there need protection.

People should live where
they're supposed to live!

Sit down!

It's a mess.

Whatever it is, it's gonna be without you.

I want word out,
and you're gonna be my messengers.

Those projects are DMZ, off-limits.

My cops see gang colors, it's an automatic
bust. Is that understood?

(chuckles)

So, can we go?

-You can go.
-Get up.

RENKO: Get up, get outta here. Get up.

FRANK: I want you on overtime
in those projects tonight.

-All right.
-Andy?

Captain, I heard the woman had her baby.

-He gonna make it?
-Very critical. It's on life support.

-How'd it go?
-Give me my clipboard.

-Any luck?
-Guy doesn't deserve my grief. He's a bum.

You could complain
to the Better Business Bureau.

I should have taken an ax
and chopped up his lousy lane nine.

That I should've done. Aw, I'm sick.
I don't even want to talk about it.

J.D., you got a second?

My man Larry! Hey...

Is that what I think it is?

Yes and no. Yes, this is our product.

But no, my feeling is
after viewing the first assemblage--

this is not going to be the high-impact
commercial property we were hoping for.

-No?
-No.

And I'm talking by a considerable margin.

This is not Birth of a Nation.

-I'm disappointed.
-(clicks tongue)

That's the nature of the beast, fellas.

That's why any producer worth
his salt in this business

always has his contingencies.

Now, I believe that our investment
in this piece of work

is absolutely salvageable.

-How so?
-Okay, we go back in,

we shoot some additional scenes
around the original material,

reshape the concept
for a totally different audience.

Which one?

Grown-ups.

People who, they see people in love,

don't mind seeing them
express it with each other.

-You mean--
-Look.

I don't know what
your personal feelings are,

but this is strictly First Amendment,
chapter and verse.

It's perfectly legal.

-You want me to be in the sex scenes?
-Only if you're agreeable.

Only for purposes of continuity.

J.D., are you crazy?

You're not talking
to a prude here, Larry, okay?

But someone from Division
gets a whiff of this, my career is over.

Listen, these films are absolutely legal.

Plus, what would a guy from Division
say he was doing in the theater?

That's a point.

Here comes the train...
Here comes the collision.

Wait a minute, Neal. Wait a minute.

You, uh...

You're telling me that Lulu
would go along with this?

Hey, the woman's a professional.

Look, we got all the elements,

her husband's out of town,
burglar gets in,

security guard comes by...

A girlfriend drops in.

Nature takes its course.

I'm out, babe. Don't do it.

Could I, uh...

Could I see what we got
to this point, Larry?

Take it, look.

So I could make a more informed decision.

Please, we're partners. I want your input.

Right.

WOMAN (on PA): Nurse Harris to triage.

Nurse Harris to triage.

Your wife's sleeping.

You believe a woman
does something like that?

This here, this is me being out of work,

me not being able to put
the bread on the table.

-Hey, come on.
-No way she does it otherwise.

No way something like this happens.

Why don't you just take
it easy, Mr. Florio?

I'm saying that's why it happened.

I couldn't meet my responsibilities.

There's no way the kid's gonna make it.

Believe me there's no way.

He's too little.
He don't have the maturity.

I heard the doc say you never know.

Yeah, that's them talking.

Let them talk,
then you look into their eyes.

See? Look at that.

My baby's this big.

The next-smallest baby's this big.

There's no way.

Too small. My baby's too small.

WOMAN: Baby Florio...

MAN: Start CPR.

Let's get an EPI, one CC...

WOMAN (on PA):
Code blue, neonatal intensive-care unit.

Stat-- code blue.

-NURSE: He's still flatline, Doctor.
-DOCTOR: Let's get an IV started.

See? There.

There. He's gone.

Baby's gone.

(sobs) He's gone!

LUCY: Mrs. Florio.

I, uh, wanted to thank you
and the other officer.

I'm sorry about your loss.

-We can do this another time--
-No, no, no. I wanted the statement.

I hadn't decided to have that operation.

This is about how you fell,

in case someone is charged.

(sobbing)

I think we should just do
this another time.

Would it be a crime if I had?

He's out of work four and a half months.
We're gonna lose our house, I...

Um...

Our last one is special.
She's, uh, learning disabled.

I was just so tired.

I was so tired
that I didn't think I had the strength.

You didn't have an abortion.

And even if you did, that's your choice.

You know, you forgive yourself,
Mrs. Florio.

Nobody gets to sit in judgment on you.

Hey.

(door closes)

I had him baptized.

-Domenic Jr.
-(crying)

It's okay, Annie.
I swear to God, I'll take care of you.

Things will be all right.
I'll take care of you.

-(both crying)
-I swear.

(telephone ringing)

(file cabinet thuds)

-Hi.
-Hi, Henry.

-Where's the divine Miss S.?
-Okay, Fay, time-out.

I don't know what's going on with you,

but the last time I checked,
I thought we were gonna be friends.

We were... we will be.

-Listen, I wish you nothing but happiness.
-You're gonna begrudge me even that much?

(sighs)

Okay, so maybe I'm a little jealous.

I can't let that be my problem, Fay.

The fact is, for once I am happy.

Don't knock it till you've tried it.

Harry!

How about you and me going out
and getting a malted after work?

-A malted?
-A drink?

-Okay.
-Great!

Yo, lover.

That bad, huh, man?

B-minus, C-plus...

maybe a "D."

Maybe an "F."

Maybe I'm gonna take poison.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Ardrey?

Are you the district attorney?

Assistant district attorney, yes.

I was told that the baby died.

Yes, it did.

My lawyer said we'll deny
the baby was alive

at this hearing. I don't want that.

It's an arraignment.

You enter your plea.

-You don't make your--
-I don't want this made into a game.

I don't want the truth
twisted out of this.

I'm standing here
with a voice inside my head

screaming that every good
I ever did turned into evil.

Great life defender.

Not even married,
not even kids of his own.

Can't even meet anybody's eyes.

Maybe if he could meet somebody's eyes,

maybe he would have seen
who was coming up the stairs.

Then maybe he wouldn't have pushed
somebody he didn't even mean to.

I must still that voice.

That's the voice of distortion,

of despair.

I need to make sense of this.

I-- What I need--
I need to make myself understood.

-Look, I don't know what you want with me.
-I'll plead guilty.

-Pardon?
-I'll plead guilty.

If the baby's dead, I'll plead guilty.

Mr. Ardrey, whether you realize it or not,

we're in an adversary relationship.

I don't think this conversation
should go any further

without your lawyer being present.

Please talk to me like a human being.

I am. I'm telling you,
it's not responsible of me

to let you say any more
until your lawyer's here.

Okay.

Okay. Never mind.

Fine.

(footsteps fading away)

(gavel bangs)

JUDGE: I want the ground rules
understood going in.

No outbursts, no partisan
expressions of any sort,

or the court will be cleared.

Mr. Ardrey,

you are charged with two counts
of felonious assault

and one count of second-degree murder.
Do you understand these charges?

I do, Your Honor.

Do you wish to enter a plea?

Guilty, Your Honor, with explanations.

-Hold it. Your Honor--
-Please be quiet, Miss Chapman.

I have decided
this is how I want to plead.

Your Honor, may I speak?

You may enter a plea.
Is that what you want to do?

If I can explain afterwards.

Oh, no, no, not at this hearing.
Subsequently, you may.

Guilty.

-Guilty as to all three counts?
-Yes, sir.

I don't believe my client understands--

Please don't speak for me. Don't talk law!

This is a court of law, Mr. Ardrey.

Do you understand
that by entering these pleas,

you're gonna go to jail?

I'm perfectly willing
to accept punishment,

so long as my intentions
can be understood!

-MISS CHAPMAN: Your Honor!
-Wait, wait! Damn it!

Innocence or guilt
may turn on intention, Mr. Ardrey.

I don't want you pleading guilty--

I didn't intend to harm
that woman or her baby.

Request please be withdrawn
as to these two charges, Your Honor.

I am entering not guilty pleas
on all three counts.

ARDREY: Wait!

Now, you can change them
at a subsequent hearing.

The court is not satisfied pleas
at this time would be informed.

This is what I did.

I got angry, and I threw the blood.

And then I got angrier,
and I tried to hit the doctor,

and my sign hit the woman.

And she fell.

And because of that...

because of what I did...

she had a premature baby
that couldn't live.

All right.

Arraigned without plea.
Released on recognizance.

(paper rustles)

It remains to be seen

what court you're answerable to, sir.

-All right, that's a recess.
-(gavel bangs)

MAN: They shouldn't even let them picket.

They shouldn't have been there.

They were trying to cause trouble.

REPORTER: Excuse me, uh, what's to be done
with the case now?

I am certain with further reflection,
Mr. Ardrey will reconsider.

At which point do you intend
to argue non-viability

of the fetus as a defense?

That's among our defenses, yes.

What do you think of the irony
of a pro-life advocate

defending himself by denying
the fetus's humanity?

No comment.

Excuse me, Attorney Chapman,
I'd like to talk with you.

What's your problem?

I happen to know your client

specifically opposed you
using that argument.

Oh! And how do you know that?

Because he told me.

I hate that man's position,

but he deserves exactly
what you're depriving him of,

his consistency and his sincerity.

Look, I'm his lawyer--

And a time may come for you
to make that defense.

Trotting it out for the media is perverse,
and you're doing it to embarrass him.

Look, I don't need your lectures, okay?

(chattering)

We're in agreement about this
from a quality standpoint?

Larry, I'm sick about it.

Hey, that's showbiz, babe.

All the ingredients were there.

Sometimes, your soufflé rises.

Sometimes, you know,
you got a total collapse,

-and there's muck all over the oven.
-(scoffs)

Two grand worth.

So, let me ask you this.

Have you given any thought to plan B?

I'm thinking about it.

Okay, before you make up your mind,

I've got these scenes written.

I'm gonna leave you beautiful
individuals here.

Talk it over, whatever you want.

Rehearse, improvise, only not too much,

'cause you don't want to leave your game
in the dressing room.

You know what I mean?

Uh...

We don't have too many lines here, Larry.

What's to say?

These scenes do not further
the story, J.D.

When I say, "action,"
this is the key word, okay?

I'm right next door.

You look out for our guy, Lulu.

-Hi.
-Hi.

MAN: This isn't the way we discussed it.

This set is wrong. Where's Maurice?

I, uh...

guess the crew
and everyone's in here then, uh...

during.

Mm-hmm. You nervous, sweetie?

Come on!

Listen, I was nervous my first time, too.

It was one of these
multiple-person scenarios.

Must have been 35 people or more,
all together in one way or another.

But, you know,
after a while, you just realize...

Hey, we're all human.

I don't know, Lulu.

You're among friends.

We all want you to do well.

You know, this is a very
nonjudgmental environment.

It's just acting, right?

That's right, John.
And acting is believing.

Now, what we need to do first...

we need to have a clear idea
of what it is we're working with.

You and me both.

Huh.

I like this Ardrey fella.

First perp in a month,
all he wants to do is plead guilty.

No deals, no hassles.
Just let me do my bit.

They won't let him.

It's more complicated than that, Renko.

Listen, I'm on the guy's side.

I married Daryl Ann
instead of having her have that abortion.

I'm a happy man. I'm a happy man.

Renko, what did you mean before,

saying that this Black family that just
moved in here was just buying trouble?

I meant that any father in his right mind

wouldn't move his family
into this kind of situation.

Some fathers want to make things better
for their children.

I happen to be one of those fathers,

and you don't get nowhere
butting your head

against the status-quo
values of the community.

Status-quo?
Then the status quo never changes.

(sighs) Let somebody else change it, okay?
What are you getting worked up about?

You just sounded pretty selfish, Renko.
It's like a sign in your voice--

You say selfish, and I say realistic.

And you say realistic, and I say redneck.

What are you calling me
a redneck for, man?

The front courtyard!

Where in the hell do you get off
calling me a redneck?

I'm trying to stand up for my own virtues!

-Come on!
-MAN: Help! Someone's being robbed.

-I'll be there!
-MAN: Help! Help!

(man screams)

RENKO: I'll take the alley.

Ooh! Oh!

Just settle back down, sir. What happened?

I got robbed coming from the
laundry machines, white boy.

Did you see where he went?

Downstairs.

-Okay, will you be all right?
-Uh, yeah.

-Tell my partner.
-Yeah.

(man groans)

-(thuds)
-Ow! Renko!

-(shouting)
-(grunting)

(gunshot)

(grunts)

MAN: You were the first unit on the scene?

You better come back with us
so we can get you fixed up.

-I'm all right.
-No, regulations.

You may have a concussion.
I'm gonna have to insist.

I'll make it over on my own.

MAN: Did you hear the number
of rounds that were fired?

RENKO: Just one.

-Excuse us a minute?
-We're done for now.

Probably have more in the morning.

You and me, Renko, over there.

How you feeling?

Feel all right?

-Hear you got a concussion.
-Where were you?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.
Where in the hell were you?

I got there.

Don't you tell me that.

I had to see if the old man was all right,
and then I couldn't find the door.

Don't you insult me, Renko.

Look, if I was late, I'm sorry.
It turned out all right.

I killed a kid!

Don't--

I'm sorry, Bobby.

Sorry ain't good enough, Renko.

Not for a partner.

What the hell?

(sighs) It's not life or death.

It's a lousy ten frames of bowling,
for crying out loud.

Bowling Federation, shmowling federation.

So what if it's not sanctioned?
You know what you did.

Something you dream about, though.

Throwing like that,
hitting a rhythm like that. (chuckles)

You know, I actually have
had dreams about it.

Oh, you were on.

-I was, wasn't I?
-You were perfect.

Once in a lifetime.

Mr. 300. That they can't
take away from you.

They haven't.

They won't.

I got to go relieve myself.

Pretend it's the guy
from the Bowling Federation.

You sit there,

you listen to people saying
that it's "this" to do it,

and it's "that."

You know 50 times better than them

what it means.

I mean, you know
what's growing inside you.

And they're gonna tell you what it means?

You got to listen to 80 different people.

And none of them know
the feeling you got in your belly.

They're gonna tell you what it means?

You know what it means.

You know what you're doing.

You know what you did.

And you know what's gone.

Then you got to forgive yourself.

And you forgive yourself,
because you got to go on.

And...

that's all there is to it.

JOYCE: She terrified me.

I listened to her making arguments

like some brittle, intellectual game.

(sighs)

I didn't like her
from the day I met her here.

But she had a big pair of shoes to fill.

Are you saying I have big feet, Furillo?

(scoffs)

Having a conversation with you today
is like picnicking on a minefield.

(laughs)

you were right before, Frank.

When?

In your office.

When you said I was acting out of anger.

I didn't get less angry
as the day went on.

(sighs)

Then I saw that man in his cell...

lonely and tormented.

And I don't think...

suffering any less or regretting any less

than that poor woman or her family.

I started wondering whether the law
could take in what was happening,

or an outsider could really understand.

When I was a beat cop
and had to watch a person die,

there always came a point...

I could see it in their eyes...

when you weren't part of it anymore...

what you were, what you could do.

It was their own terrible,
solitary moment.

But you were there.

What would you do?

Realize it wasn't your moment.

Try not to disturb it or intrude on it.

Then go home and be glad
somebody was waiting for you.

And loved you.

(closing theme playing)