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(Sid snoring)

Ah! Ow!

Oh, Dottie, come on. Cut it out.

Cut it out, Dottie. No roughhouse.

No, that pinches.

No, that pinches.

It's not my size, Dottie. I can't-- I can't fit in it.

Oh!

I don't even know.

Whose is that?

Tell them to put it on the hose, Dottie.

Put it on the hose, Dottie!

Ah!

I don't got 'em.

Stay--

That's not mine. I can't eat it that way.

I can't bend it that way.

Ow! Ow!

Ow, Dottie!

Ow!

Ow! Rub it. Rub it on. Rub on it!

Rub it on, Dottie!

Just rub it on.

Oh!

Oh, Dottie.

When...

Oh, very funny.

(slams door)

(gurgles) Ow.

Mm-hmm.

Not where I come from. It's just the opposite.

Mo-- Motown, Dottie.

Motown.

No, I'm not gonna be the bunny, honey.

I can't. I don't even know.

I don't got it.

Uh-huh. You tell me when.

You tell me when.

Oh, is that so?

Oh, is that so?

Well, I happen to have an amigo.

Uh-huh.

Item seven, assignments.

Sergeant Bates. Officer Flaherty, too. Lieutenant Buntz.

Also, people, Division Vice is initiating

an undercover operation at the Eden Roc Health Club,

i.e., a massage parlor fronting for prostitution.

On loan will be Patrolperson Russo.

-Detectives LaRue... -All right!

...Washington and Belker.

Item last, people. This is a memo to all precincts from Chief Daniels.

"Four days ago at the Polk Avenue precinct,

two White officers failed to support two Black officers in the field,

resulting in an officer being critically wounded.

I have today dismissed Officer Brian Grich and Roland Mahoney from the force

and have turned over our IAD findings to the district attorney

with recommendations to file criminal charges.

I am also transferring four officers from Polk Avenue to other precincts.

Finally, command of Polk Avenue has been transferred to Captain Stan Williams.

Captain Ray Calletano will be assigned to Division as my advisor.

This police force mirrors the society it serves.

This means we have race problems.

It will never mean toleration of any officer's failure

to perform his duty particularly in regard to the support of his brother officers."

That's all.

(chattering)

Excuse me.

Uh, we have a late arrival.

A transfer officer James Sanders.

Transferring from where, Sanders?

-Polk Avenue. -(murmuring)

I see.

Welcome. Dismissed.

Yeah, great to have you aboard.

-Go on. -No, you go, pal.

-You ain't seeing my back. -All right, that's enough, gentlemen.

Officer Sanders, go ahead.

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)

Anyone but Flaherty.

The only other availabilities

-are Officers Hill, Renko-- -Good, great.

-...and Sanders. -Sanders?

Yeah, he's riding with Hill and Renko on an orientation tour.

Is there any particular thinking for putting Sanders with a Black cop?

I assigned Officer Sanders to two veteran police officers

who can familiarize him with the precinct.

Well, great, either I ride with the Judas

or I get to watch Mandingo revisited.

-You ready? -We understand each other, right, kid?

-You want to drive? -Perfect, come on.

I know that. Yes, I'm-I'm totally aware of that.

-I'm sorry, Bobby. -Hunter assigned us

one of the guys from the Polk.

Good, listen, yeah. Lieutenant, look, I'm a police officer.

I'm well aware I have to fill out some kind of theft report.

-What'd they get? -Yeah. No.

I'm just asking you this, I'd like to have the professional courtesy

of being able to file the report in my own precinct

rather than going all the way down to the Heights by public transportation.

They got your Chevy?

Yeah, yeah. Thank you very much.

-I need a 547. -Renko, they got Chevy--

-Personal or incident report? -Personal. They stole my car.

-Bobby, Andy. -Captain.

-Is Captain Furillo in? -Yeah, I believe so.

The man lost his command this morning.

Well, I lost my Chevrolet.

-This this guy here from the Polk? -Yeah.

Let's roll.

Mick, vice operations computer kicks out names of undercover cops

who haven't yet been used in a given area.

-I don't like that kind of work. -They need fresh faces.

-Captain. -Mick.

-Captain let you out, Mick? -No.

Hey, relax, Belker. We'll have a couple laughs.

Oh!

Don't do that.

I'm sorry.

I was told it was not only Daniels' decision.

-I was told there was a panel. -Yes.

-You were on it. -Yes.

And you voted to have Williams replace me. To take away my command.

The precinct had gone renegade.

-An officer was shot. -It was not my fault.

Well, that's not what was at issue.

What was at issue was how to bring the precinct back under control.

-I could have done it. -Maybe you could have.

I just thought Stan Williams had a better shot.

Are you sure, Frank? Are you sure your panel didn't just feel

give the Blacks one of their own to lead them?

You're upset, Ray. You're saying things you don't mean.

I have given the story to the Latin Daily Signal.

-What story? -Of what has been done to me!

I think that's a mistake.

What could happen, Frank?

What is left that I could lose?

Ray.

A reporter will call you for your statement.

You can confirm or deny it as you see fit.

Male detectives will be looking to pop the masseuses.

We'll be clients upstairs.

You be a hooker on the street outside.

See if any entering patrons solicit.

-What's my price? -Rates upstairs are 40 and up.

They'll never believe she could be that cheap, Detective.

What's the point? You trying to put heat on the owner?

-Eddie Donuts, right. -That's Eddie Donatelli's place?

All right, I know where his card room is.

Let me bust his tail light and give him a ticket.

Attitude problem.

Everyone in sync? Coordinated pop is ten minutes after we're in the rooms.

C note, minimum.

Not today, okay? I'd really appreciate it.

-How you figure, Neal? -Could I get out?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, nobody bats a thousand, lover.

Stories I'm hearing, this chick will sleep with mud.

Want to give us a hint, Lieutenant?

Gonna put some stink on a guy, encourage him to relocate.

Got a description?

Just search everybody and look mean.

-Police! -All right, everybody,

-up against the docks. Come on. -Up against the docks.

You, too, pal. Come on, everybody.

It's an occupational health inspection.

All right, up against the docks. Come on! Move it!

Hey, hey, What's the shot?

We got a possible health hazard.

You got an employee, Ace Shanks. Where is he?

-Half a day off. -How's the inspection coming, officers?

-Got a little white powder on this one. -They have pills.

Aw, now you see here? This here is meats.

People eat this here. You can't have dopers handling it.

Ace Shanks give you this stuff, huh?

-You just say the word, come on. -Look, can we talk about this?

You got a problem with Shanks? That's your problem?

You just consider this a warning visit, all right?

Everybody gets off with a warning.

-Come on. -Hey, if I got a health problem,

-I deal with the Health Department. -I'll bet you do.

-This side of beef stinks. -What?

My uncle's a butcher. This beef is old.

Aged. Aged, not old.

It's, uh, probably Ace's fault. Come on.

Well, I'm notifying the Health Department.

He don't mean it. Come on. Come on.

Would you tell the patrol officer the purpose of this visit

was to put some stink on this guy Shanks, not report some health violations.

Plus, didn't he get the drift

that the owner pays off the Health Department?

So maybe we'll pop who in the Health Department the owner pays off.

That's great. We'll go on a pop crusade, right?

-Get all the jaywalkers. -Will you two please stop this now?

Mary and Joseph.

(car door closes)

MAN: You said it would all be taken care of.

Now, the thing of it is, I can't wait the two weeks.

I've got to be out of town to see my daughter.

Man, what you got coming on telling me what I can and cannot do?

Any-any idea, sir, how long you're gonna be here?

Now, I'm gonna drive...

-HENRY: Hey, Steve. -Henry, hi.

I was just waiting to make a call.

Well, come on in.

I couldn't get through to this one publisher at the office

so, uh, I figured I'd get him before he got on a commuter train.

Hadn't heard from you in a couple days.

Yeah, well, I've been busy.

Uh, trying to get more publishers appointments

and, uh, rewriting those pages I lost when those kids beat me up.

You know, when they threw my novel up in the air.

How many pages did you lose?

I found all but five.

I-I had to keep going back and prowl around.

But I think I've got the five missing ones pretty much rewritten.

-Is that a gun belt? -Yeah, um,

I'm passing as an undercover cop.

It's-it's my only way of getting the people up here to leave me alone.

It's loaded.

Those kids beat me up, Hank.

They destroyed my manuscript.

You got a permit for this?

Steven, what's going on?

-You okay? -Yeah, I'm upset.

I think I'm naturally upset.

I'm just trying to get those pages rewritten,

and I just hope I'm getting them right.

Okay. Okay. Look...

I don't want you holed up in here all the time.

-You want to have lunch today? -Yeah, that'd be great.

Can I take this?

Noon okay?

Sure.

Hank. Thanks for being my friend.

RENKO: I just don't know why we can't talk about

whatever it is you want to talk to me about...

For what it's worth, I got bum rapped getting tossed in with those other cops.

My partner didn't like your color and they disciplined both of us.

That's an action corner over there starting around lunch hour.

Weed, PCP. You name it, they sell it.

I'm just saying, if you give me half a chance,

I think you'll find out I'm okay.

-Could you excuse us? -What do you mean?

Could you get out of the vehicle for a minute, please?

I'll be across the street.

Uh, the theft of my auto may turn out to be a more complicated matter

-than I first anticipated. -How's that?

Well, remember last week when I went to the radiator repair place

and I was saying how the car

-was becoming a losing proposition? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Well, uh, this guy down there at the car repair place

and I were talking, see, about how even if I sold it

it would be less than Blue Book because of Daryl Ann's fender--

Was that the message you got from the call?

Well, it was a totally innocent conversation, Robert.

This guy Mike says to me how would I like to get what the car was worth

to the insurance company and I said of course, hell yes.

And-and that was it. It was the end of the conversation. Perfectly innocent--

Well, well, what did he just say to you on the phone?

That, uh, we should talk at lunch because we had--

-He stole it. -I don't know that! Don't say that!

Check out Sanders.

SANDERS: Walk straight to the car, keep your hands folded behind your back.

Move.

Hey, man, what is your problem?

You know, things usually don't get active around here until near noon.

Early riser.

(upbeat music playing)

Sorry we're so popular, fellas.

It's all right.

WOMAN: Should be just a few more minutes.

She don't know how right she is.

-Sorry. -(growls)

Ooh!

All right.

Hey, this cousin of mine

told me a good tip gets a deluxe massage.

(scoffs) What do you mean by that?

What do you think I mean?

You mean the total body massage?

Maybe that's what he meant.

Total body is 40 bucks extra.

-You want my top down? -What?

You a convertible? (chuckles)

Top down's an extra ten.

Oh, so that's-that's 50 bucks altogether.

Uh-huh. Before.

Check my left pants' pocket.

You're a cop?!

Yeah, you're busted, sweetheart.

Oh, there's no extra charge for the topless.

Lois! They're cops!

No, you're busted, lady.

No way, you don't get your cake and eat it.

You're popped, Rhonda.

I have a chronic lower back problem.

-All right, girls, we're going in. -Hey, this guy got what he came for.

-What's she talking about? -Nothing.

We'll straighten it out at the station.

Where I come from, if you do it, it's entrapment.

-You did it? -I didn't do it.

Did so.

-Come on, come on. -Jerk.

You big jerk!

I can show you the X-rays. It's a displaced lumbar disc.

Yeah, this place is famous for their treatment of that.

I didn't mean it. I was just kidding.

And this is play money, right?

-Morning. -Hi.

Joyce, can I talk to you? Thirty seconds?

Don't worry, it's not gonna be a protest of my undying love.

Could you file these under Clarence Monroe?

Joyce, I just want to say what happened on Tuesday,

as far as I'm concerned, it happened.

-It's in a time capsule. -All right.

Because I want us to keep working together well.

And we can't if you think I'm looking at you weird.

Which I'm not going to be.

Deal. No weird looks. Time capsule.

What have you got on Clarence Monroe?

How did you get so lucky?

Ugh, what a scum.

He takes a C felony and a nickel or we go to trial.

Five years? Irwin, he hasn't been arrested since '84.

Okay, we go to trial, Mr. DA.

Mr. Tough Guy.

Frank.

Did you get a call from this Spanish Daily Bugle?

Latin Daily Signal. I've been ducking it.

Meaning you know about Señor Calletano's grandstand play.

Ray came to see me. He said a reporter might call about his losing his command.

The stones on the guy.

If ever a captain deserved to be relieved it was him.

In some part of him, I think he knows that, Chief.

-His pride's been hurt. -I'm not running a therapy group.

This department's got enough race problems

without someone turning up the heat under the Latins.

I want you to call your friend Ray.

Tell him I don't think the media

is the proper form for airing his grievances.

Tell him I'll be very, very disappointed if that story runs.

Truth is, Frank, I could have had his badge for incompetency.

But this'll do.

Got a minute for a broken down old war horse?

-Stan. -Hiya, Captain.

-You look great. -That's the way I feel.

Life of leisure agrees with you.

No, no, no, no. That's not it.

It's this-this thing I had, this bypass. I feel 20 years younger.

-They say it's a miracle operation. -You should have seen me.

Up at my cabin, I was rowing out to my fishing spot.

I was even chopping wood. Can you believe that?

-I'm glad. -I mean it.

I mean, I feel like a new man.

So, uh... how's-how's Sergeant Hunter coming along?

Oh, he's settling in. Mm-hmm.

It's a hell of a thing for him, that demotion.

He's settling in all right, though, huh?

Listen, now that you're back, can Joyce and I get you to dinner?

Sure, sure.

-There's no policy against it, Captain. -Against what, Stan?

As long as my doctor gives me a clean bill of health,

the department's got no policy against my coming back on the force.

-It's a stressful position. -I can do it.

Hell, I could do it better than before.

I'd-I'd be like a 35-year-old with 25 years' experience.

-You're 16 months from mandatory. -Don't be automatic.

Don't shut me down without thinking about it.

-Please. -If I call your doctor, he'll back you?

I-I swear to you, he'll give me 100 percent clean bill of health.

-Okay. -You mean that, Captain?

-Okay, I'll think about it. -Sure, sure. I understand.

Look, here's, uh, here's my doc's name.

Captain, thanks.

-No promises. -No promises. Right, no promises.

You know, I'm sorry all the guys are out on the shift.

Why don't you stop and say hello to Howard?

Yeah, I'll... I'll do that if he's at the desk.

-When would I hear from you? -I don't know.

Soon.

Thanks, Captain.

(door closes)

WAITRESS: Can I help you, sir?

So, uh, what do you guys think of this new kid Lane the Bombers got?

Kid's got some pretty good moves, huh?

Yeah, he's a hell of a broken field runner.

Boys sure can run, can't they?

That's him. That's Mike. That's the guy that was working on my car.

Probably just wants your spare set of keys.

Ha, ha, ha.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

MA: Uh, burger, fries, Coke.

And we need some more ketchup.

So sorry about your bad luck. Getting your car stole.

Uh, now before you go any further, Mike,

let me point out to you that I am an officer of the law.

Who is about to get full Blue Book replacement

for a car that needed 3,500 bodywork.

Look, I don't want to talk to you about this, okay?

As far as I'm concerned, the theft of my vehicle has nothing to do with you.

-We had a conversation last week. -It was a coincidence.

I put a fix in to your claims guy.

-Everything else-- -(humming)

You can hum all you want to, guy, but you are in this.

Your Blue Book is six grand.

I cash the settlement check, I take 20 percent.

Forget the food.

Andy, you got a call at the station from an insurance adjuster.

-Khaki officer has got the number. -Thank you.

What's the matter?

Oh, the most horrible things go on.

-What do you mean? -Well, this poor man was down in the alley

and those gang kids were on him like wolves.

-Like, like scavenging birds. -This is near your hotel?

So how are you?

(chuckles) Okay.

Little worried about my buddy.

I-I keep having this dream.

I'm camped outside a walled city. I keep trying to get in.

I just think maybe I should go home.

No luck with the other publishers?

Oh, it's like a broken record.

Six to 7:00, I try to call the presidents

of publishing houses before they get the trains.

Then Rice Krispies and grapes.

Then I catch the subway.

Nine to 11:00, I try to get an editor to see me.

And then back here and get jostled.

Henry, you just wouldn't believe it.

These kids are like mangling jackals.

(sighs) Tell me the truth.

Did you really like my novel?

I did.

There's a whole lot of good stuff in it.

A whole lot.

Come on, against the bar. Everybody up against the bar.

Spread 'em. Spread 'em wide.

That means you, too, horse face. You want a special invitation? Come on.

Get up against the bar.

-All right, what do they got? -LUCY: Spread out.

NORMAN: Come on, let's see what the ladies got in their pockets.

Let's help the policemen.

MAN: Hey, you know people are trying to make a living here?

Have you got a warrant or something, Officer?

-Have I got a warrant? -Yeah.

(chuckles) Have you got a felony offender with an ongoing parole problem

frequenting this establishment?

Why you just save the roust and tell me who it is?

Well, look what just crawled out of the can.

Hey, Lieutenant.

Thanks for costing me my meatpacking job.

I show up from the dentist to find out you had me fired.

What, had you fired, Ace? We inquired for your whereabouts.

-You 86'd me, man. -Come on, Ace.

-One more step. -What's the freakin' shot?

-Sid. -That little twitch?

That little twitch is stinking up my apartment

and keeping me awake all night yapping in his sleep

'cause he thinks you're gonna ice him.

I don't want him in my apartment, Ace.

So you get me fired from my job?

Hey, hey, your job is breaking into places.

This, uh, meatpacking gig is just a jolly for your parole officer.

Now, Ace, flamingos,

jai alai, Gulfstream park. You see a pattern here, huh?

I think the man is describing Florida.

Buy a ticket, Ace. 'Cause as long as you're around here

you are a definite minus to every establishment

that gives you hospitality.

You got limburger all over your forehead.

Safe trip.

That little jerk better hope you keep running interference for him.

Forget about him, Ace. Eliminate him from your mind.

Look out. Look out.

It's a new kind of high.

They call it running the table.

Why didn't I read about this in the manual?

It's there, Flaherty.

Chapter's called loyalty to someone you work with.

They must have left it out of your copy.

Oh, yeah. You as tough as you think, Lieutenant?

-Hey, how about let's find out, huh? -Hey, stop it!

Stop it right now.

Captain Furillo, Antonio Robledo.

-How do you do, sir? -Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Send in Luiz Limon, please.

I just spent 20 minutes on the telephone with Mr. Limon.

I'd hoped this could be a private conversation.

That's not how I run my newspaper.

Now this is Captain Furillo from the Hill Street precinct.

How are you?

I was just entering Captain Furillo's no comments in my word processor.

I hope you don't think you have a news story here.

What you've done is strung together a series of inaccurate speculations

by a man who's emotionally distraught.

So you deny Captain Calletano's statements?

-I have no comment. -ANTONIO: If you'll permit me, Captain.

If you had your captaincy taken away, wouldn't you be emotionally distraught?

Yes, and maybe I'd be tempted to say some things I didn't mean

or-or hadn't thought all the way through.

You are an interested party here, Captain.

Is was your panel that removed Captain Calletano from his command.

My self-interest is to see that my department

doesn't split apart along racial lines,

but I also happen to be Ray Calletano's friend.

I'd hate to see him victimized by one moment of poor judgement.

Captain Calletano said he didn't show poor judgement.

He said the racial tensions in his precinct weren't his fault.

That's not the bad judgement I'm talking about.

Captain Calletano's precinct had gone renegade.

It needed to be brought under control.

That would have been true if I'd been captain or if Stan Williams had.

You feel Captain Calletano's poor judgement

is using the press as a forum to express his grievance?

-Yes. -And I publish a newspaper

to provide such a forum.

I credit your good intentions, Captain.

But I don't choose to decide what is best for Señor Calletano.

-It'll mean his badge. -Maybe he wants to do other work.

-Maybe this will get you a promotion. -Maybe.

-Thanks for your time. -Captain.

Andrew, you have a gentleman caller.

An insurance guy. Um, Sarge, what did he say?

(stammers) What did he say to you?

He said, "Is Officer Renko here?" Then he said, "I'll wait."

Transit authority request assist.

Uh, Robert, will you and Officer Sanders take that call?

That was not a question.

Bobby Hill, I'm starting to see myself in stripes.

I don't know what I'm gonna say to this insurance guy.

I would just keep it to yes, no's and a whole lot of I don't remember.

Uh, Andrew J. Renko, sir. I understand you're looking for me.

Harold Sturkle, Officer. Perennial Casualty.

-Nice to see you. -Glad I caught you.

What? Caught me?

I mean, I'm glad I caught you here at the precinct.

I was in the neighborhood and had some routine questions

-about your theft this morning. -What do you mean, theft? By theft?

I meant the theft of your car.

Uh, car was parked outside your residence?

Yes, sir. I live in the 1400 block of Carlyle.

I like to keep my car parked right out in front

where I can see it all the time.

And the vehicle was locked?

Yes, sir. As a police officer, I'm well aware

of the precautions one can take to keep a travesty like this from happening,

but nevertheless, the thieves did break in.

Uh-huh.

-When did you notice the car was missing? -What?

When did you notice the car was missing?

Whenever I got up.

What time was that, Officer?

Five-forty-five, 6:00. Whenever I got up.

If you'll sign here.

I'll have the check cut by the end of business.

Somewhere I can give it to you this evening?

Malory's, 98th and Dekker.

See you at 8:00.

Yes, I'll see you there at 8:00. (chuckles nervously)

Gentlemen.

Something I can do for you, your swamiship?

You want to report a stolen camel?

Very funny, guys.

Listen, is Lieutenant Buntz really out or is he just ignoring my calls?

Wait a minute. Sid?

Shh. Yes, Sid.

Also known as a person in grave danger.

Hey, lieutenant ain't here, Sid.

Oh, man, listen, could one of you guys let me hold a 20?

What do you got?

What I got in terms of information is nada.

What I really got is Lieutenant Buntz is letting me stay at his place

until this heat wave I'm involved in blows over.

And I would like to cook him a decent meal.

Unfortunately, I cannot circulate,

therefore I cannot ply my trade, therefore I'm tapped out.

Effects on your massage parlor pop, Detective.

Ah, thanks, Doris. Sounds like a vicious circle, Sid.

Good luck raising the Jackson.

You know what you guys are doing, don't you?

You are driving me to shoplift.

(speaks foreign language)

Ask him yourself, Jack.

Okay, you guys can go.

Uh, will there be any record of this?

No record. Good luck with your back.

J.D.: Mr. Bernstein, we're in sort of a delicate area here.

I wanted to get your advice.

One of our cops had a little accident

at this massage parlor bust, Mr. Bernstein.

Do you follow what I'm saying?

No.

An accident.

Down there.

Number one or number two?

When he was in the room with the girl, the guy got a little excited.

If you're saying he consummated the sexual act,

Detective, the arrest is defective.

Now, he didn't consummate it.

The guy had his party before anyone else arrived.

-Kick it. -Just his bust or the whole operation?

The other busts are technically salvageable,

but be a pretty embarrassing prosecution.

-Okay, thanks. -Has this gentleman thought about

getting into other areas of police work?

Yeah, right.

Hey.

-How you doing? -We get them booked?

What are your charges on your arrest, Detective?

Just talking about that. Hold off on that a second.

Just talked to this ADA who thinks maybe we ought to take

a Pasadena on these busts.

Because of me.

Hey, everybody's got an off day.

Maybe you had too many oysters last night.

Not that it's any of my business,

but doesn't working vice kind of put you on the spot?

I'm up for promotion.

I'm up to be put in charge.

-Any day I get behind a desk. -Statistics help?

-What do you mean? -I mean...

you know, at the crucial moment,

you start thinking about baseball averages.

Try reversing your street address.

No, I think of capitals of foreign countries.

-NG? -NG.

Are we popping those hookers or not?

Not.

Hey.

You, uh, you open for a suggestion?

-Anything. -Call her.

-Sonya? -Cousin of mine,

went to her with a similar problem.

She, uh, makes you talk baby talk.

But she helps.

So how long you been on the force?

Twelve years.

How about yourself?

-Eleven. -Hmm.

Must have just missed each other at the academy.

Did you have Hoover for weapons training?

-Major Two Statement. -The worst.

-"Don't shoot your foot off." -"Don't shoot your foot off."

-That's him. -WOMAN (over radio): Unit 2202,

your 516 call now has shots fired.

Your 516 is now an all units.

Must be in the subway.

It's been a while, right.

Uh, actually, that's what I'm calling about, Sonya.

I gave this guy your number.

Hey, don't mention it. I'm glad to get you the action.

Uh, one thing, if it comes up,

I told him you helped my cousin.

Great. I appreciate it.

Oh, got to go, Sonya.

Huh? No. No, no recurrence.

Same goes for baby Johnny.

Baby Johnny misses you, too.

Lieutenant.

We're getting more particulars on this subway incident.

I'm afraid it involves that friend of yours.

Steve Merkur? What happened?

Shot three youths, two fatalities.

The officers have him pinned down in the brakeman's car.

He's been asking to speak with you.

WOMAN (on radio): 2008, get off this frequency.

All units, please stay off frequency three.

Frequency three is clear for Detective Goldblume.

-Anything? -Nobody's moving, Lieutenant.

Tell them to back away, keep him calm. I'm six blocks away.

Copy, Lieutenant.

All units at the original 516 call,

Dekker and 117th Street subway station.

Lieutenant Goldblume's ETA is 30 seconds.

Take no decisive action.

Come on. Come on!

RADIO: We have a shots fired report, Lieutenant.

What's happening?

What the hell is going on? Tell me!

-Shots fired. Officer down. -Oh, God.

We now have an officer down and suspect down, Lieutenant.

(people chattering)

Get out of the way. Get out of the way!

-What happened? -The guy just started shooting.

I don't think he knew what hit him.

Hey, look, I'm fine. See what you can do for him.

-Who is it? -BOBBY: Sanders.

He was riding with me.

-What happened down there? -Guy freaked out, Lieutenant.

He came out babbling about some pages or something

and just started blasting.

He was protecting himself against those punks.

The man shouldn't have been shot.

Yeah, he was protecting all of us.

-You cops killed a hero. -Why did he start shooting?

We just asked the dude for some change.

You got what you deserved, you bastard! You and your dead friends.

Celeste Baldwin from Channel Six. I don't know if you remember me.

We have a report saying that the shooter was asking for you

right before he was killed.

He was my friend.

Did you know he was carrying a gun, Lieutenant?

The people on the subway claim he was defending himself

against would-be attackers.

How long has he been playing would-be vigilante?

Come on! Stop it!

Stop making up your own stories.

Excuse me.

Unit three needs service.

-Specifics, Sarge? -Everything. Brakes.

Patrick, we got to do something about your problem, you and Buntz.

-Sounds right. -Yeah. I don't mean a fistfight.

Look, Sarge, everywhere I go there's gonna be people

who can't handle that I turned my partner in.

I can't let that be my problem.

So what's your problem? You and your squad lieutenant

can't be in the same room without throwing rights?

Talk to him. There's got to be more to it.

He lists two sisters, Captain,

but I don't know which would be called Sanders' next of kin.

I'll just call them both.

Officer Hill has a superficial bicep wound that--

Uh, he already should be released.

Um, I have had a raft of inquires

about Lieutenant Goldblume's connection with this unfortunate Merkur fellow

from the vultures in the press.

Just take their numbers, Howard.

I hope I was permitted a disapproving tone.

-Captain. -Howard.

Ray.

The newspaper story will not appear in the Spanish press, Frank.

I requested them not to publish.

I know how painful this had been for you.

I think you're showing good judgement.

For the story to appear, it would have meant my job.

Don't you agree?

So now I am Chief Daniels' advisor.

I have my job.

And all I lost is my self-respect.

(clears throat) Yeah, person to person to Ms. Eugenie Sanders.

It's none of my business, I just wanted to say though

that you shouldn't let all the talking upset you.

You mean how I'm a tramp?

I slept with Sonny Cappelito on my undercover.

People take things out of context.

They look for easy ways to think about other people.

Everyone used to call me Belker the Biter.

Ha, ha.

Just keep doing the job.

Good night.

Good night.

PATRICK: Lieutenant Buntz?

-What do you need? -Ranks?

-Why you on me so bad? -You don't got to ask me that.

Oh, 'cause I turned in Andy Schuler?

Let me tell you something, Flaherty.

If you're lucky, in your life

maybe there's three or four people you're friends with.

Now, I just don't dig somebody that'd give up his partner.

-Did you know Andy Schuler? -Hey.

Huh, do you know what he was like?

Hey, I don't care how crooked this Schuler was.

I rolled with a guy, could have given him cards in spades.

I'm saying how do you know I was even friends with him, Lieutenant, huh?

How do you know if he was even a nice guy?

Look, I hear you had a partner you shot.

-Is there somehow this figures in? -You shut up!

You keep your freakin' mouth shut! Come on, you want to go, huh?

-Huh? -Would you let go of me?

Don't you let me hear Tommy Donahue out of your lips, kid.

Tommy Donahue was the sweetest guy you'd ever meet.

And the nicest.

Before he got all screwed up.

Had the most guts, too.

Kid took a bullet for me.

Showed up at a pop he wasn't even supposed...

It was easier for me, Lieutenant.

I didn't love Andy Schuler.

RENKO: Well, there you are.

(woman on TV indistinct)

And there's Sanders.

You think he got bum rapped?

What do you mean? About being racist and all?

-Yeah. -No, I don't think--

I don't think you know what's in a guy's heart till you get to know him.

We ain't gonna know Sanders.

Oh, Bobby, there's that insurance guy. He's got that guy Mike with him.

Don't make me bust you.

Oh, come on. Don't jive me, man. I'm on the verge of insurance crucifixion.

Mr. Sturkle. How you doing, Mike?

Officer. Step into my office.

I, uh... I have your settlement check here.

$6,000.

If you'll sign it, then for a slight fee,

my friend can cash it and we can all go home for supper.

Well, yes and no.

Yes and no what?

Well, yeah, I want the check 'cause my car got stolen.

No, I'm not gonna avail myself of your check cashing service.

What'd I tell you?

-Uh, you don't get it, Officer. -No, you don't get it.

See, I'm not gonna be party to a felony

'cause this guy here mistook an innocent conversation.

So, what I suggest is you both go home to those hot meals you were talking about

before you get charged with insurance fraud,

or grand auto theft, or I don't know what all.

Cops think they can get away with murder.

Check, please.

Via con dios, Mike.

-MAN: Night manager. -(knocks)

-About done in here? -Why?

I was told the room would be vacated.

I'll be a few more minutes.

For him.

For him.

(sighs)

(clears throat)

(sighs, sniffles)

What?

You say grace, Norm?

Are you kidding me?

I'm in Rome, I don't know.

-That's good, huh? -Mm. It's good.

-Where'd you get the vino? -A nice chianti, huh?

I stole it at Sully's.

-Hey. -Sorry.

Did I talk as much last night?

(chuckles) Worse.

Oh, jeez.

I don't know what I'm gonna do about that, Norm.

I am not gonna impose.

You're not gonna impose?

No. I'm not gonna ask you to switch beds with me.

Let me sleep in a more comfortable bed.

Good, Sid. Don't ask.

No, 'cause that would be an imposition.

And I'm a guest. I'm lucky to be a guest.

Anyway, I think maybe your Ace Shanks problem is about to ease off.

-Oh, yeah? -I think Ace is about to migrate.

Well, Ace Shanks is not a seasonal creature.

Hey, Sid, let me know what I know, all right?

You handle being a creep.

(thuds)

No!

(gunshots)

Sid. Sid.

Sid, come here.

-Ow. -Sid, are you hit?

No, I think I knocked myself unconscious.

-That's Ace Shanks, huh? -It used to be.

-Okay, you're okay, huh? -Yeah, thanks, Norm.

Okay, don't you die, too, all right?

-Just don't you die, too. -I ain't gonna die.

(groans)

Morning, Bobby Hill.

Boy, I sure appreciate you taking the time

to come out of your way and pick me up like this.

No problem. No problem.

BOBBY: I just don't understand why you won't drive yourself.

What?

(laughs)

Did you cash the check, Andrew?

(laughs)

You know, there are those cops, Bobby Hill,

who would have given those boys 20 percent

and had $4,800 in cold cash in their pockets.

Yeah, yeah, but they wouldn't have this beautiful Chevy to drive to work.

-(laughs) -Two to one it don't start.

Think positive. Positive.

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