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-(orchestra music playing) -(Howard humming with music)

Oh, Judas H. Christ.

(humming)

(cash register dings)

MAN: Come on, make it quick. Let's go.

Get down.

MAN: Come on, man, let's go.

Come on, give me the money. Don't got all day.

CASHIER: Just... Take it easy. I'll give it to you.

MAN: Come on, make it quick. Let's go.

Come on!

-Police officer. Drop the weapon. -(gasps)

Come on, man. Let's do it.

-(cocks gun) -(gunshot)

HOWARD: He's only a boy.

-Call 911? -Yeah.

Uh, call the police.

Eight, Detective LaRue and Washington

continue their Bonnie's Boutique surveillance.

You guys coming up on your first anniversary over there?

You guys got to reel that one in pretty soon.

This attitude is why they had to go back in

-on the president's nose, sarge. -Excuse me, J.D.?

-When the president... -Oh, brother.

had that thing on his nose.

See, they didn't do a full thorough job the first time.

We're trying to document the full spectrum of fencing activity over there.

Well, let's hope you get the full spectrum documented pretty soon

so we can get the full spectrum of suspects.

(laughter)

Last, of course, this is the first of the month.

We got an expectation of muggings and assaults

in the vicinity of the Michigan branch of the post office.

To wit, a black male, uh, six feet tall, 30-35.

Now, for the last two months this creep has been beating up on old people,

robbing them of their pension checks.

All patrols have been alerted.

Detective Belker has been assigned.

Let's, uh, let's nail the bastard.

-Sarge, what about this PD business here? -What?

ALL: Yeah!

Andrew, it's my understanding that the council vote on whether or not

to restore funds to keep the public defender office

up to its-- up to its, uh, present compliment,

that-that vote comes up this afternoon.

I understand, sir, but are they gonna go on strike

-if this money is not restored? -(overlapping voices)

I'm not in the fortune telling business.

RENKO: Why should they be able to go on strike?

Andrew, the PDs are gonna do what they got to do,

and we're gonna do what we gotta do.

Would the captain like to get in a word?

Okay, let's roll. Let's roll.

(indistinct chatter)

What's up?

What in the hell are you doing, Stan?

What do you mean?

I just got off the phone with your doctor.

He said you were supposed to meet him at the hospital this morning.

-Oh, that... -Frank.

Howard just walked in on a 211. He had to put the perp down.

-I'll be up in a minute, Henry. -It may be a problem shoot.

In a minute, Henry.

It's all been taken care of, Captain.

He says he saw you twice over the weekend.

He says you need a bypass.

I, uh, I got a second opinion.

It, uh, was a false alarm.

Give me the name of the second doctor.

Look, you got to let me handle this my own way.

-I can't do that, Stan. -You got to.

I ain't leaving.

-Stan-- -Leave me alone.

Let me do my job.

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)

(men shouting)

Joyce, it's over.

They finally did it. My pink slip.

-Luce, are you assigned? -Mm.

Can-can you spend the day in the stationhouse?

I guess we're going to be up to our necks in perps with the PD thing, boss, huh?

(clears throat) Would you keep an eye on Stan?

-Yeah. -Uh, Norm.

Huh?

Can you afford to lose a day on the Spearman investigation?

Yeah, I, uh, I'm going to see the wife and then the bondsman again.

I want you on site follow up of Howard's shooting.

Yeah, let me make one call.

The suits looking to jam the lieutenant up, huh?

-Yeah, make your call. -All right.

-Excuse me. -Howard.

Oh, Frank.

You heard I was off and all?

-I heard. -Captain.

IAD Officer Shipman, Lieutenant.

Officer.

I'd like to get your statement as soon as possible.

All right. (sighs)

Uh, I expect, Howard, you-you'll want to wash up a little.

I mean, take a few minutes to collect your thoughts.

-Yes, I guess I should. -Would you, uh, use this, Lieutenant?

It's for a urine sample.

Go in his freakin' hand.

Excuse me.

Take interrogation room A.

-Stan. -Uh, I'm busy now, Captain.

Uh, Stan, we're gonna have to face this.

(sighs) Okay, fine, but after we finish the shift, okay?

We'll take care of it then.

-I promise. -We will talk about it then.

Yeah, okay, fine. But I am busy now.

I got a lot to do.

Hey, Mr. PD, can you get me out of here?

-It's my mother's birthday. -Got the wrong guy, Rhonda.

-I'm fired. -What do you mean fired?

I mean the city council just did to me what you get done to you all day.

It's got to be saber rattling.

They can't really expect us to operate at two-thirds our present strength.

You're kidding yourself, Joyce. That's exactly what they expect.

And they're going to make it stick unless we go out.

We still have other cards to play.

Oh, yeah? What hand are you looking at?

We're public employees, Danny. It's illegal to strike.

Yeah, a strike is illegal.

And what the council is doing is a crime.

Uh, Ms. Davenport, Roland Lefferts.

-Interrogation B. -Thanks.

See you at the strategy session.

Uh, it's going to be a strike meeting.

(whistling)

-Howard. -Henry.

-You okay? -Yeah.

I've discharged my weapon in war time knowing that the results might be mortal.

I've given orders that I knew would probably result in a perpetrator's death.

Uh... it's just that I have never, uh, mano a mano as it were,

I've never actually shot someone at close range.

(sighs)

Seeing life leave someone's eyes...

Something awesome about it, Henry. Uh...

-And horrible. -I'm sorry.

Oh, there was no choice. He brought his gun to bear.

There was no question it was going to kill me.

Howard, you want to take a little more time before you see IAD?

-Maybe talk to a counselor? -No, I think I'm--

I'm pretty well in touch with what happened.

I think I see it pretty clearly.

(chuckles)

They requested my urine.

I...

I think I'd be better able to oblige without an audience.

HENRY: Right.

This is a no-win situation.

Yesterday, I took prune juice. I never left my bathroom.

Today, I abstain and I haven't had a single peep from that area.

He doesn't care if you're regular, Hilda.

You know what happened to Tessie last month?

A hoodlum followed her home.

-From here? -Stole her check.

What did he look like?

HILDA: A hoodlum, how else is he gonna look?

I shouldn't have come.

-Oh, she's afraid. -Sit down.

Nobody will touch you today.

You guarantee that?

He's a big strong man. Don't even need a walker.

I'm curious.

What do you remember about the man who robbed you?

HILDA: Tessie, sweetheart,

it doesn't do any good to dwell on the past.

Do you mind? I want to know what the gonif looked like.

Can you tell me, darling?

He covered his face with a stocking.

He grabbed my money, then he pushed me.

So I fell.

-Yoo-hoo. -What?

-I'm forgetting your rudeness. -I'm thrilled.

You new here in the neighborhood?

Relatively.

Widowed perchance?

(whimpers)

-(music playing on radio) -(camera clicks)

J.D.: Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, please. Hurt me some more.

Hey, babe, save some of the film for when she makes a buy.

-I brought extra rolls. Oh! -(camera clicking continues)

Only new evidence we got in the last two days

is what radio station she listens to.

I'm telling you, lover, if they put this undercover

up on our review, we are in the soup.

Hey, you know, there's a chance we could get her connection's connection.

Hey, hey, hey, here come her friends.

-Yeah. -Hey. Same guys, too.

J.D.: Buttinskis. Man, she bossa nova's to this tune.

-NATE: We got to make a move, J.D. -J.D.: Would you take it easy?

The stuff they're selling belongs to other people, J.D.

All right, okay. Look, we'll do it this afternoon.

(sighs)

J.D.: Gonna have to interface with the police, sweetheart.

-(camera clicking) -And it's that mean Neal's fault.

For just a brief instance I felt a flicker of pulse in his carotid.

Then he was gone.

I instructed the store owner's assistant to call 911 and continued CPR

until the paramedics arrived.

I'm now going to begin questioning you, Lieutenant.

I ask you to repeat you've declined your right to counsel.

Uh, yes, correct.

Are you sure you want to do that?

My concerns about this incident, Officer Shipman,

do not involve the propriety of my professional conduct.

Lieutenant, by your own admission, your load was not department authorized,

your piece was not department issue.

Well, I presume that that would call for some sort, uh, of procedural reprimand.

Plus, the entry wound's near the back.

Plus, the kid's 14. Unless the record is wrong.

Now you can presume whatever you want to, Lieutenant,

but if it was me, I'd have representation in here.

Look here, Officer, this was a completely justified shoot.

(sighs)

Let's begin with your entrance into the store.

-(indistinct chattering) -STAN: I'll take it.

Come on.

She hasn't been sent to arraignment yet, ma'am.

We're having some delays.

Then I suggest you go ahead and you serve the birthday cake.

-The same to you. -(receiver hangs up)

Counselor.

I thought you'd be at the courthouse by now.

PD's meeting was pushed back half an hour.

I hear sentiments for a strike.

City council's doing everything they can to make it happen.

They sent out pink slips this morning, fired 18 PDs with the least seniority.

Last I checked, a strike by public employees was illegal.

I don't need a lecture on strike law, Frank.

I'm not lecturing.

I worry a strike would be self-contradictory.

To protect our future clients' right to effective counsel,

would be depriving our present clients of representation.

Not to mention I'd hate for us to become a one income family.

Especially on my income.

(chuckles)

Council meets at 4:00.

Maybe they'll restore the appropriation.

-How's Howard? -He's still in with IAD.

Poor man. I saw him just after he'd come in.

Didn't know what planet he was on.

-See you. -Yeah.

Ballistics just came in on Howard's shooting, Frank.

Perp's piece was defective. Malfunctioning firing pin.

Howard couldn't have known that.

I've got two press inquiries on the piece Howard used

asking if Barretta is our department issue.

No statement, pending IAD findings.

I know. All I'm saying is this isn't going to help.

-Lieutenant. -Yeah, you got a witness list?

(indistinct chattering)

Hey, Lieutenant. How you doing?

MAN: My movement following the officer's identifying himself,

is away from the officer's position?

He turned when his friend came in and then he turned right back.

He was gonna shoot the officer.

You're sure that was his intent?

He just said so. How many times you gonna ask him, huh?

Stay out of this, Lieutenant.

I got an investigation to run here.

Fellas, I gave my statement three different times.

That's too freakin' bad, pal.

A cop's in the jackpot 'cause he stood up for you this morning.

I'm just saying I'd like to open up again sometime.

You'll open up when I say you can.

All right, so what about it, huh?

I mean, I know you guys want another cop for your mantelpiece,

but this guy's buddy is still on the street,

-Go ahead. -CLERK: I didn't see the other guy.

I-I can't help you with that.

How about you?

I got a look.

-I thought you didn't see him. -I saw him.

Can you give me a description?

Don't mix into something unless you know what you're doing, Ramon.

Hey, you take your own advice, Shlomo.

I can help. I know where he hangs sometimes.

Good for you. Come on.

DANNY: And I want you to understand one thing.

City council's deciding nothing at four o'clock.

They already made their move this morning.

Either you or a person on either side of you was fired today.

Now I want to know why are we waiting to strike?

-(overlapping chatter) -Thanks, Danny.

-Vote. -Joyce.

Uh, what did they say about the possibility

of restoring these positions at the beginning of the new fiscal year?

They wouldn't even talk about it.

Said they wouldn't consider it.

-MAN: Right. -MAN 2: It was worse than before, Joyce.

They feel like they've got the upper hand. They're just not willing to give an inch.

I still wonder if there isn't a way short of striking

-that we can dramatize or seriousness. -(overlapping chatter)

Well, I say the time for gestures is over with.

-(overlapping chatter) -MAN: We have to strike.

(♪ "Party All the Time" by Eddie Murphy playing)

(humming)

Eighty-seven FM, it's my favorite station.

-Hey, what do you think? -Really and truly?

-You'd look better in red. -You know, it's amazing.

Same size and everything.

You and my girlfriend, you've got a remarkable resemblance.

-The two of you could be related. -No.

-No what? -No, I won't try it on.

Not even for five bucks?

Ten. Hey, it's all I got.

You're boring me.

I got cameras.

You need to get hit by a truck?

I don't want to try anything on, and I'm not interested in a photo session.

Hey, cameras to sell.

Kraut, high quality, slightly warm.

-No kidding. -No kidding.

-Hey, did she bite? -We're on for three o'clock.

(chuckles) I was beginning to think I'd be on this till retirement.

-Hey, what's wrong, man? -Poor kid.

Poor kid?

Hey, J.D., the chick's been fencing stuff for a week now.

People can be victims of their environments, Neal.

Now, I just think maybe I had her wrong.

Maybe I can help with her plea bargain.

(scoffs)

MAN: Mr. Andrews, PD's taking--

Oh, saints be praised.

Ms. Davenport, our case is third up on the docket.

Any idea when it's gonna be called?

I thought I was through waiting around like this

when I got mustered out of the service.

-You aren't. -Ma'am?

I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for your case to be called, gentlemen.

REPORTER: Another question, Mr. Santana.

You know, there are moments, Robert,

when I like that woman better than other moments.

At ease, Private.

Good of you to join us, Ms. Davenport.

Sorry, Your Honor.

BAILIFF: Docket B62578.

People vs. Pedro Rodriguez.

Possession of two ounces of a controlled substance, to wit, marijuana.

People waive reading of the complaint.

-Defense request a reading, Your Honor. -Excuse me?

Defense requests reading of the complaint, Your Honor, and of the rights.

Counsel approach.

Cut it out, Joycie.

Defense intends to avail itself of full entitlements, Your Honor.

Defense is sending a message to the city council.

This court is not a message service.

Your Honor, due process--

I have a full docket today, Ms. Davenport. I intend to get through it.

Then may we proceed, Your Honor?

-Go ahead. -MAN: In the crime

of possession of marijuana in violation of health and safety codes...

So what are your thoughts about remarriage?

You think it compliments the original spouse?

No. Yes.

No that my Rueben was such a day at the beach.

TESSIE: Heading inside just got their checks.

We should be in the next batch.

Excuse me.

-Where are you going? -I'm walking off a cramp.

Moody.

BOBBY: Get in the car, Mick.

-What? -Got to take you down to court, Mick.

-No, it's a mistake. -No. You got a case on that.

No, no. That's a two-ounce marijuana bust. They're gonna plead that.

Ain't going to be no plea bargain today, pal.

PD's gumming up the whole thing, Mick.

There are people being robbed here.

I'm established on an undercover here.

Mick, it's the DA's order.

I want a presence.

If I can't pop this guy, I want him discouraged.

-(sighs) -Okay. I'll stay.

I'll be the deterrent.

(car door closes)

The newcomer's been arrested?

No, ma'am, the old man's just being dropped off somewhere.

Oh, and I was on a roll.

Coming through. Nice and easy, pops.

-I want a lawyer. -Yeah? Take a number.

Get him in the back.

Keep it down.

Keep him up here a while. They're backing up in the cells.

-Hey! Hey! -(shouting)

(clamoring)

Hey, what is this?

-That's enough! -Come here.

You pig! I'll kill you!

Keep 'em separated.

You stepped on my foot, man!

-Stan, what's the matter? -Not a word.

What's going on?

Well, uh, we still haven't been able to ship out all the morning arraignments.

I guess the PDs are really slowing up the court.

-Can we use garden level? -We had a violent down there.

Get him over to County Medical for evaluation.

Anything from Buntz?

Uh, still looking for the dead perp's accomplice.

Frank.

My, uh, people got that wrong, didn't they?

You refused to attend the press briefing.

I said Lieutenant Goldblume would attend.

We didn't ask for Lieutenant Goldblume.

Lieutenant Goldblume is community relations officer.

That's the only part of Hunter's case that's proper to discuss.

-Cut the crap, Frank. -You cut the crap.

Hunter isn't even finished with IAD yet. I'm not gonna feed him to the wolves.

This is a 14-year-old Black kid.

-No piece. -His weapon didn't work.

-No priors and he was shot in the back. -In the side.

With a howitzer and unapproved load

and you don't think we owe a public accounting?

I think we owe it when the facts are in.

Until then, we owe exactly what Lieutenant Goldblume is trained to offer.

Acknowledgement of community sentiment and an assurance of a fair inquiry.

Let me tell you something, Frank.

And you better believe it.

Your man's butt is in the wringer. You understand that?

I want that material on Hunter fast.

MAN: Yes, Inspector.

Can we speak in your office, Captain?

I've received Lieutenant Hunter's statement and conducted my interview.

Lieutenant Hunter now has a right to amend his statement,

repent an explanation before I submit my findings.

Are you suggesting that's what he do?

(sighs) If the lieutenant would have decided

he hadn't been fully cognizant of what he was saying,

we would then ask to submit an explanation.

Explain in what regard?

I'll turn in my report at 6:00 p.m.

-Lieutenant. -Officer.

-Captain. -Howard.

How do you feel? Well, I'm a little drained.

That gentleman's pretty thorough.

Though I must say I didn't find some of his questions completely pertinent.

Uh... he wouldn't let up about my load or my weapon

or did I consider myself on duty.

Judas, Frank, that is hardly the heart of what happened.

You could be at risk here.

Oh, Frank, that death is an instance for regret,

but it certainly wasn't culpable.

I want you to go home, get an hour's rest,

and then sit down and write as self-serving a statement

-as you're capable of. -What are you talking about?

For one thing, I want you to say you considered yourself off duty.

(laughs) Police officer is never--

Damn it, Howard, say you were off duty.

That'll take some of the curse off the ammunition you used

and the unauthorized piece.

I think I'm finally getting the gist.

I don't think you have civil or criminal liability,

but you could lose your badge.

(groans) This department.

Before the enormity of the sphinx they would discuss the desert heat.

Now, I have something I have to attend to, Frank.

And then I will try to draft the appropriate--

Do it, Howard.

Thanks for your concern.

JOYCE: Was there something about the location of this particular Dumpster

that caught your attention, Detective?

We got part four stalled pretty good.

Schwartzman's driving them nuts in part two.

He's refusing to plea to drunk and disorderly.

Where were you situated, Detective,

when you observed my client ridding himself of the evidence?

I already said that, inside the Dumpster.

I mean where inside the Dumpster?

In the corner.

Besides yourself and the allegedly deposited evidence,

was there anything else inside?

Yes, there was. Rotting food.

Um, rotting green vegetables.

Rotting broccoli? Rotting asparagus? Rotting Brussels sprout?

Uh, Ms. Davenport, other than to the city council vote at four o'clock,

is this line of questioning leading anywhere at all?

JOYCE: Your Honor, I'm trying

-to lay a foundation for... -(growling)

-JOYCE: I am trying to lay a foundation-- -I need a recess.

(sighs) All right, five minutes.

Since we're not accomplishing anything anyway.

And, um, when we resume,

unless defense counsel can demonstrate the relevance

of this line of questioning's hyper specificity,

I'll ask her to find a different way

to trivialize and obstruct these proceedings.

That's hardly my intention.

I think it's exactly your intention.

You're supposed to be watching the old people.

-We got called in our-- -Mick, our case got transferred--

-So there's nobody out on my stakeout? -We got all--

-Is that you're saying? -We had no choice.

Two ounces of marijuana, you couldn't waive prosecution, right?

It's my third day on the job, Detective.

No one authorized me to null it.

Excuse me. Could I talk to you for a second, please?

-Excuse us. -What is it, Detective?

It is a mail delivery of checks for old people who might get robbed.

I am asking you, please, play your games with someone else.

They're hardly games.

Representation of 32,000 indigent defendants

every year in this city is easily worth an extra two hours of your time and mine.

I have to get out of here.

Talk to the city council.

They're the ones that put both of us in this position.

(growls)

Since he is ever at the ready,

for the truly prepared officer

there is no such thing as a surprise inspection.

Those boots need a shine, Kregle.

(sighs) It is regrettable to be losing the battle of the waistline, Mackler.

But unforgiveable to let your posture concede defeat.

(chuckles)

Gibson? Disassemble that weapon.

Step back, Mackler.

Ten seconds. That's the low range of acceptable.

(snickers)

As you were, Gibson.

Sullivan.

Reassemble that weapon.

The bolt, Sullivan. You should be looking for the bolt.

(gun rattling)

Reassembled, sir.

Well done, Sullivan.

Bit hesitant at the beginning. As you were.

At ease, gentlemen.

All in all, it was not unsatisfactory.

Where appropriate... (clears throat) you will receive follow up notations.

Detail attention.

At a double time, dismissed.

You may not recall, Frank, I told you yesterday

that I was going to spring a surprise inspection.

I think it's important to be consistent.

I think it's important to be thorough.

I think it's important to keep your word.

Howard, go home.

(sighs)

(lively music playing)

-That's it, babe. It's history. -Get in the car.

Oh, man, are we going to get our ashes hauled for waiting on this one.

Shut up.

I don't believe this.

Maybe it was a dream.

The dream lives.

Don't you want to continue your farcical line of questioning, Ms. Davenport?

Just a moment, Your Honor.

JUDGE: Come on, come on. Don't you get it?

Mr. Santana is telling you the city council voted no.

Feeling pretty chipper, are we, Mr. Santana?

Looking forward to the strike?

Looking forward to doing what has to be done, Your Honor.

Can I Get out of here?

Defense requests an adjournment, Your Honor.

On what grounds?

Personal emergency.

-What emergency? -I'm feeling unwell.

In what way? Be more specific.

May it please the court,

section 1053.2 of the civil code states

that if after commencement of a hearing

of a criminal action or proceeding in any court,

the attorney for the defense or the prosecution,

for reasons of sudden illness or personal emergency

be unable to proceed,

the presiding judge shall grant an adjournment.

You had that memorized?

I request action on my motion, Your Honor.

Judge.

I'm sorry you've been made a casualty, Detective,

but you see, Ms. Davenport's four and one half hours

of prima donna posturing

have caused problems for a lot of us.

I think not least for her client.

You're going to enjoy staying in the hoosegow

till your new counsel is appointed, Mr. Rodriguez.

Where are you going, Ms. Davenport?

You're not conducting court business any longer.

But I make that determination.

Turn around, Joycie, or I'm going to hit you with contempt.

You're the one who's behavior is contemptable.

Cited for contempt!

You bastard.

Strike really could be rough on you, huh, Joyce.

You may have to dip into the trust fund.

Maybe start a new firm for dilatants.

(crowd gasps)

(chuckles)

Drop contempt.

Cite her for battery. Bailiff.

-(TV playing in distance) -(baby crying)

Yeah?

-James Wingate? -Yeah.

Police Lieutenant Howard Hunter.

Hey, I'm clean, man. I'm totally clean.

You can go ask my parole officer.

-I'm here about your brother. -I didn't run with Amos.

I didn't have nothing to do with that.

I'm the police officer that shot your brother, James.

May I come in?

-Amos is dead? -Yes.

Try to shoot you?

-He would have, yes. -Uh-huh.

I want to pledge to you, James, that for the rest of my life,

I will try to be worthy of the deed that I did today.

Say what?

Before the White man came, the inhabitants of this continent

would bathe their young warriors in the blood of their first kill.

That was to teach them that they must ever after

with their conduct honor--

Would you get your ever after out of here?

My taking your brother's life was necessary, James,

-but it was not done lightly-- -You get out!

-I had hoped that it might be of some-- -Fifty bucks.

-Excuse me? -You want me to trick

so you can feel better, than you give me 50 dollars.

(mutters) I, uh--

I-I don't think you understand my intentions.

You give it up, baby, or get out.

You gonna have to pay to keep your rap going in here.

Come in here wanting me to listen to you talk

so you can feel better.

I'm a busy man.

I ain't got time to listen to you talk about how you killed my brother.

Yeah, get out.

Next time you come, you bring paper.

You got the dime, then I got the time.

I am sorry for your loss.

(indistinct chatter)

-(horn honks) -No good?

One of those guys says he copped here around noon.

-Maybe he'll come back. -He's dead.

What do you mean?

Not the guy we're looking for, the lieutenant.

The one that helped you out this morning.

(scoffs)

Cop puts a perp down,

he better be wearing a tie and clean underpants.

Downtown's always saying, "Oh, yeah. We're behind you."

Then all of a sudden, "Look at this.

You forgot to cross this T, this, uh, I here ain't dotted.

Gotta have your badge."

-MAN: Hey! -There.

-You sure that's him? -I'm sure.

Come on, cop, you piece of garbage.

What are you waiting for?

I want to catch him dirty.

Help the lieutenant out more.

The scum wad made me. Lie down.

Police! Come on, do something wrong!

Come on!

Man, they're up, man. It's all over.

House in the armory till private attorneys can be hired.

All intake interviews will be conducted there.

Oh, try to note in their file folders,

all those close to the 72-hour detention limit.

Right, Captain. In terms of new arrests--

All but class one get settled in the street.

(chuckles) It's gonna be no good.

Before he gets around it'll be Disneyland out there.

Uh... Stan.

Hey, hi, Stosh.

-Uh... Hi, Guy. -Hey, Stosh,

-look what you're leaving me with here. -Yeah.

Captain, I'm going to tell you this without any BS or anything else.

Now, I haven't had a twinge or anything like it

since three-- since before three o'clock this afternoon.

Stan, you're not the first cop who tried to die on the beat.

I've watched you drink 15 cups of coffee and lift cartons and wade into fights.

I'm not gonna let you do it that way.

This where I get the lecture on how I still got a lot to live for, Captain?

No lecture. But if you try to come in for work tomorrow,

I'm going to have you retired for physical impairment.

Listen up, everybody.

Uh, li-listen up.

There's no way to say this but to say it.

I'm not gonna be here anymore.

It's not that I don't wanna be, I...

It's just that my body won't permit.

I'm going in for surgery.

I hope to see you all afterwards.

No farewells.

It's been a privilege.

Everybody get back to work.

-Ms. Davenport on 2-7, Captain. -Thank you.

HENRY: Smeltzer, 50. Heart of gold.

Jacobs, you want a receipt for that?

She's good for it, I promise. I got you down.

-NORMAN: Gerald Smith, book him. -Lieutenant.

Can I talk to you a moment?

Unless it's a class A felony, we're giving the perp some rhythm.

Book him.

Norm, how much dough can you spare?

Captain's wife got arrested.

You sure he wants to get her out, huh?

Just how the public defender strike will affect the city is uncertain.

But experts are predicting long court delays

and much confusion throughout the legal system.

I swear, Robert, I would throw their striking heinies in jail.

-(news report on TV continues) -No room.

Bunch of rich babies.

Renko, they make less than we do.

Still again, they swore a solemn oath which they have now broke.

I seem to remember a whole bunch of cops getting the flu bug all at the same time

a couple years ago, Renko.

I just don't like people who wear suits.

(laughs)

At least we picked a good time to screw up.

All this heat coming down 'cause of the PDs going out.

Maybe nobody will notice that we blew the undercover.

Hey, she really got to you, didn't she?

I swear to you, Neal, I felt like it was kismet.

Like something that didn't have anything to do

with ordinary rules or sense.

Like she just materialized in that store for me

to see her through my camera.

-Man, I don't believe this. -What?

You call me tomorrow, okay? Okay?

You got the guy.

Sorry, sweetheart, I'm a cop. You're busted.

Now, if you got to piece, just slide it under.

-You're a cop? -WOMAN: I'm a cop.

On a buy sting from Division.

Fence undercover from the Hill.

-Detective J.D. LaRue. -Officer Tina Russo.

(chuckles) Hi. I...

meet all my dates in here.

So, you, uh, bought my sleazeball act this afternoon?

Completely.

Where's the PD's meeting?

Danny Santana's apartment.

At least Wachtel let me make bail.

I can't believe he'll pursue the charge.

His own conduct was too unprofessional.

(sobs) I knew he was trying to goad me,

make it ad hominem,

but I just couldn't stop myself from reacting.

When, uh, Danny and the others came into the court room

and I knew we were going to strike...

I tried to think of the clients I hadn't defended yet.

The ones who are going to get the quality of representation they deserve

because of what we were going to do.

(sighs)

But all I could see was my client's eyes,

and I kept trying to tell myself I wasn't betraying his trust.

-(indistinct chatter) -(radio chatter)

Rob assault, Captain. Victim just died.

-White male, looked like his mid-70s. -FRANK: Thank you.

I told her, let me go.

-She had to play games. -FRANK: That's enough, Mick.

Maybe it wouldn't have happened, Captain.

FRANK: No proof this was connected with your undercover.

Maybe I could have stopped it.

You take the car. I'm going to have to stay here a while.

Warren, why would Howard try to intimidate him?

His brother had nothing to do with the case.

He went there because he was trying to explain what happened.

(knocking on door)

Well, he says he's working on it.

I don't know if he's going to submit one.

Look, Warren, I don't want to lose my cop.

I mean, I hope any personal animosity between us will--

Okay. Before anyone else, huh?

Thank you.

Stan.

Yeah, thanks.

Is-is that about the lieutenant?

Uh, sorry to bother you, Captain.

I just, uh, felt I needed somebody to talk to.

-You feel all right? -Oh, yeah.

Funny thing is, I don't feel so bad.

Except, you know, when it grabs me.

You got to have it taken care of, Stan.

I'm going to.

I'm going to.

I used to be so afraid of hospitals.

Before my wife Helen got sick, I'd never go inside.

Now you know what I'm scared of, Captain?

I'm scared I'm going to live.

I'm scared I'm gonna go in, they're going to operate,

I'm gonna live, and I'm gonna sit by myself at that apartment.

I'll be an old man sitting by myself.

-That's not going to happen, Stan. -God, I hate crying.

You have friends. Everybody cares for you.

Captain, can I stay?

Can I keep on working? Please.

Sorry.

-Didn't mean to put you in a position. -No, that's all right.

Act like a man for a while.

Wind up a little boy again.

Don't say that. You're still a man.

Hmm. It's hard to get things through a Polish noggin.

-Where's Ms. Davenport? -At a PD's meeting.

That strike goes on any length of time, that's going to be hell on us, Captain.

Stan. You'll never need an excuse to come here.

-No fun, are they? -What's that?

Empty places.

-Good night. -Good night, Stan.

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