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DOROTHY: Good morning.

Maybe I should go on
The Don Chesler Show more often.

(chuckles) That could be arranged.

Item six, a memo from Division.

Since the new copy machines
have been installed,

printing costs from all precincts
have risen over 300 percent.

Starting noon today,
the copier will accept

only those documents
that have been stamped

with a police identification code.

Furthermore,
the department will absorb the cost

of four and only four reprints.

Any number over four and it's your nickel.

J.D.: Hey, Sarge. Sergeant.

Are you aware
that the DA's office is asking

for five copies of all arrest reports?

Which is why God
invented carbon paper, Detective.

-Oh, good.
-Assignments-- Assignments, people.

Lieutenant Buntz
continues undercover investigation

of those durable vermin,
our local shylocks.

Plus, Officer Russo and Jackson

assist Division
in arresting Dominic Donatelli

and other key figures in their liquor
racketeering investigation.

Good bust. And Detective Belker
establishes undercover

at, uh, Captain Trident's Fish World.

That's 87th and Drexel.

We understand that they are distributing

something more than
finny little creatures from the sea.

Namely drugs of a recreational nature.

And for today's sweep
of the Van Buren corridor,

all designated units
coordinate with Lieutenant Goldblume

at your preassigned rendezvous point.

That's 1100 hours.

Item last, in case you haven't seen it,

retired Sergeant Stanislav Jablonski's

beaming face graces the front page
of our morning tabloid.

-(cheering)
-A shining example to us all

that good policemen never retire.

They just go on standby duty.

All right, let's get out there
and serve and protect. Dismissed.

(gavel bangs)

Allow me to apologize
to my fellow subcommittee members

for dragging you away from your beds
before the cock crows,

but captain Furillo's hectic schedule

prevented our meeting
at a more civil hour.

It's hard for me to take time
away from my job, Councilman.

Frankly, I'm not sure
why you even called this hearing.

Then let me tell you, Captain.

The sale and distribution
of the highly addictive

and dangerous form of cocaine,
known as crack,

has increased in your precinct
by 48 percent.

And that's a conservative estimate.

I want to know what you people
at Hill Street are doing about it.

Fine, you want to know?
I'm here to tell you.

(humming)

Hey, come on, hurry up. J.D.

Warm.

Yes.

I'm sorry, Patrick.
I don't know a Sister Chastity.

-She said she knows me?
-Absolutely.

I meet this real nice nun,

and we get to talking and she says
she knows you and the captain.

Sister Chastity? Doesn't ring a bell.

Hey, Lieutenant. Saw your interview
on The Don Chesler Show last night.

-You did great.
-Thanks, Bobby.

Looks a little ragged, doesn't he?
A little ripe?

Look at this.

What is this?

What in the world is this?

(laughing)

NUN: Nobody I recognize.

Sister Chastity, don't look at that.

HOWARD:
Judas H. Priest. It's Grace Gardner.

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)

You look radiant, Grace.

-Sister.
-(laughs)

Thank you, Frank.

Admittedly, it-it looks like
a radical departure from the outside,

but inside...

it feels as natural as breathing.

I'm happy for you.
What's the name of your order?

St. Cecilia. We're located upstate.

It's a very small community,
but we're growing.

Reaching out,
which is why I'm here, Frank.

I have persuaded the Mother Superior

to establish a presence
in the most destitute part of this city.

-You mean up here on the Hill.
-You bet.

Can you think of a place
more in need of a rebirth of hope?

Oh, Frank, I have got such plans.

First we're going to establish
a youth counseling center.

Then move on to the family,
community groups,

-eventually a school.
-I respect your intensions, Sister,

but, you know,
the Hill is rougher than ever.

We're going to bring joy and light
to the darkest corners of this city.

Frank, I was hoping you might make
one of your officers a liaison

to help me find a suitable site
for our center.

-It's a good idea.
-I've met an Officer Flaherty.

(sighs) Flaherty's pretty new to the Hill.

But if he's willing.

He will be.

Thank you, Frank.

It's so good to see you again.

(chuckles)
You may have made some changes, Sister,

but you're as determined as ever.

(laughs) More.

-Morning, Howard.
-Morning, Chief.

Hello, Howard.

Grace.

Sister.

Long time.

I am so glad to hear
that you're carrying Phil's staff forward.

He would be so proud.

Thank you.

So...

what have you been doing with yourself?

I specifically told you
to cooperate with Wade.

I presented all the information
he asked for.

You didn't appear responsive
to his recommendation.

His recommendations were unrealistic.

I can't redeploy all my men
to fight drug traffic.

Granted, Frank, but Wade controls
the purse strings to this department.

Councilman Wade is a demagogue

exploiting the problems
of this department.

For God's sake, Frank.

Just throw the man a bone.

I notice you have a drug sweep
set for this morning.

Give Wade the details. Let him be there.
Make the announcement afterwards.

-Grab a little press.
-I can't do that.

Undercover officers have spent a week

targeting specific dealers
in the Van Buren corridor.

I'm not about to jeopardize that
by informing outsiders.

We don't operate in a vacuum, Frank.

One of these days,
you're gonna realize that.

(door shuts)

"Joey Glover thought
he could rob a city bus.

Instead he got a one-way ride
to the city jail

thanks to retired police sergeant

Stanislav Jablonski."
How about that, Blackie?

Thirty years on the force,
never got my name in the paper.

(chuckles) Retired a few weeks,
there I am on page one.

Maybe now-- Hey, maybe now
you'll show me some respect, huh?

(phone rings)

Morning.

Yeah, speaking.

No, no, I never gave much thought
to security work.

No, I'm one cop who's happy in retirement.

Really?

Dental coverage, too?

Well, let me look
in my appointment book, will you?

Blackie, you never let on
that you want something.

No, Thursday is no good for me.
How about Wednesday?

Okay. Okay. Wednesday at 10:00.

Bye-bye.

(laughs) Blackie.

How about that, huh? How about that?

(jackhammers pounding)

I'm making money,
Captain Trident's getting his piece.

-What's the problem?
-The problem, Horowitz,

is we pay you
to sell Captain Trident's fish wares,

Not whatever the hell this is.

What is this? Ham hocks?
That's disgusting.

Let me tell you something. I tried selling
your damn fish cubes. Hmm?

We almost went into chapter 11, Granger.

I mean, this whole place almost went down
the tubes if it hadn't been for him.

This Picasso with a spatula.

(chuckles) I mean, once he started cooking
his soul food, business took off.

Listen, Horowitz, Captain Trident
doesn't get volume discount on soul food.

Captain Trident
gets volume discount on these.

And when you got Captain Trident

to build you this place,
you agreed to sell these.

Now in your kitchen right now,
you got ten cartons of the cubes.

And if you don't start moving it,
we're gonna shut you down

faster than you can say black eyed peas.

Out! Out! Out!

Hey, take it easy. It's not worth it.

Guy drives me nuts.

Detective Michael Belker,
Hill Street station.

Of course.

-Can we sit down?
-Yeah, sure.

Mr. Horowitz, we have a good tip

that someone is distributing drugs
through your restaurant.

We have enough information
to close you right now.

Ay-yi-yi.

Art Manes, Mr. McGuire.

Mr. Manes, have a seat.

Tony Manfredi tells me
you want to borrow a couple of bucks.

Hey, if 5,000 is a couple of bucks,
God bless you.

-Know what shared risk means, Mr. Manes?
-Excuse me?

Say another fella puts bread on the table
same way I do.

Makes loans to worthy applicants.

Now suppose I take a piece
of that fella's commitments

and he takes a piece of mine.

That way, if the borrower
turns out to be a deadbeat,

if he stiffs us out,
the exposure is only 50 percent.

See, well, I wouldn't do that.

That'd be called shared risk, Mr. Manes.
You follow me?

Yeah.

Now you want to hear a funny coincidence?

Okay.

You're here
to try and borrow money from me,

and it turns out you're already into me.

I took a piece of that loan
you made last week with Teddy Falco.

You shared the risk?

I shared the risk. That's right.

Are you trying to run a game, Mr. Manes?

-Let me explain.
-No, because if you're here

trying to take off Peter
to tighten up Paul,

you can forget about it

'cause Peter and Paul is the same guy.

(footsteps)

Mr. Falco.

What's going on?

Now, you want to be very careful
about the next thing you say, Mr. Manes.

You want to be sure you tell us the truth.

(clears throat) Look, Mr. Falco,
I had a chance to make the move.

I knew I didn't have enough collateral
to go back to you.

-MCGUIRE: What kind of move?
-Coke.

Guy I know is-- he's in service.

He can, uh,
he can move six lids a week.

I swear to God I'm telling the truth.

What's your product cost?

A quarter key of 80 percent
costs me nine grand.

How regular is your buyer?

He can reup, uh, twice a month.

I mean, that's the reason
I took the shot, sir.

This could be a real breakthrough for me.

Suppose we could put you with a guy,

move the same weight and purity for 8,250.

(soft chuckle)
Are you kidding me?

(scoffs)
I could make the whole play in six hours

and get your money back to you tonight.
I'd kiss your feet.

The vig would be 40 percent.

Hey, money costs money. I understand that.

Be back here at noon.

Mr. Falco, Mr. McGuire.

The two of you are not gonna regret this.

You were supposed to be in position
ten minutes ago, Rogers.

ROGERS (on radio): The street was closed
down, Lieutenant. Give us a minute.

I mean, tell me something,
what would you do about it?

-I don't know.
-I mean, you just can't, you know,

call in the US Air Force

and have the nuke
the whole Van Buren corridor

and build it back up in 50 years,
now, could you?

-Nope.
-Nope.

'Cause, you see, these are human beings.
We've been told that.

I mean, their brains are fried.
It's like they've got guava jelly

between their ears,
but they're human beings.

Right, Renko. They're all zombies

and there's nothing
that we can do about it.

You know, did it ever make you feel like

you're one of them guys
who cleans up at the circus?

-There's the big old pile of doo-doo--
-I get the drift, Renko.

Next day the elephants come back
and this big old pile of doo-doo--

I get it, okay?

ROGERS (on radio):
All right, people. One minute.

You got your pooper scooper, darling?

So after Sam Gardner died,

Sister Chastity had a relationship
with Sergeant Esterhaus?

Grace Gardner had the relationship
with Sergeant Esterhaus.

-That's what I meant.
-There's a bit of difference.

Would you give me a break? I never met
a nun who was a person before, okay?

-Okay, you ready to go?
-Absolutely.

ROGERS:
All right, let's get ready to do it.

Five, four, three, two, one. Go.

(sirens wailing)

You know, I don't understand this at all.

I mean, there ain't nobody around here
doesn't look like...

Officers, excuse me.
Kelly Martin, Action News.

Is this the drug sweep
that we've heard about

and if so, what action can we expect?

Let me ask you a question, lady.
Why are you here?

-We were informed of a sweep.
-Who told you that?

-I can't reveal my source.
-Shut that thing off.

-Shut the camera off.
-Excuse me.

Shut the camera off. Get out of here.

-Get the microphone out of my face.
-Hey!

Oh, look at--
Will you look at this. What is this?

REPORTER: Councilman Wade,
is this sweep the result of

the hearing you had this morning

with Captain Furillo
of Hill Street station, sir?

I think it's safe to say so, Ed.

I only wish
he'd use a little more common sense

with deployment of his men.

Obviously this is the wrong time of day
for this kind of sweep.

That's bull.

The reason the sweep didn't work
is 'cause the media

-scared them off before we got here.
-Hey, Andy. I got the one down!

I'll get the kid. Hold it, pal!

Hold it!

He got away,
he's around the corner somewhere.

-All right, we've got to search! Come on.
-What kind of crap is this?

(indistinct radio chatter)

Is it true that you found drugs
and a pipe, Lieutenant?

Can't comment on that.

-Any idea on the boy?
-Not at this moment. Excuse me.

Lost him, Lieutenant.
Andy found his car, though.

It'll give us something to go on.

-See your partner, Andy.
-Right.

Kid couldn't have been
more than ten years old.

Okay, move them out.
Stan, what brings you here?

Oh, I have lunch with Lucy.

I'm a little early.
Busy day, huh, Sergeant?

Well, not as busy as we could be.

Once again, the media
has exercised its precious right

to interfere with police operations.

Excuse me, Stan.

I ain't no druggie, hoss.
I just want to wet my whistle.

If you don't want your whistle broken,
you better stand still... [indistinct]

Take it easy, Patrick.

He didn't tip the press.

-Well, somebody did.
-Not our business.

-You all right?
-Fine.

I just need a couple minutes.

I feel bad about the kid, too.

Two minutes, Renko.

No use beating around the bush, Captain.

I had a job offer this morning.

Security firm read about me
in the newspaper,

and they're awfully hot
to hire a seasoned veteran.

Well, they'd be lucky to get you, Stan.

Yeah, well, the point is, Captain,
I'd-I'd rather stay here.

Have you heard
from the police surgeon's office?

Well, we've missed each other three times.

I don't mean to pressure you, Captain.

I'll have an answer for you
this afternoon, okay?

Oh, thanks. Thanks, Captain.

Ah, Stan, nice work yesterday.

(chuckles)
Can't keep a good cop down, Chief.

Good man.

Chief, Councilman.

I brought Councilman Wade here
away from the limelight

so we could all calmly discuss
how to combat

this serious drug problem
we face together.

I thought the councilman and I
discussed that this morning.

And you said you were doing all you could.

An hour ago,
you used 20 men to make seven arrests.

You call that an efficient use
of manpower?

This morning's sweep was compromised
by a leak to the press.

Something I don't suppose
either one of you'd know anything about.

This man has an infinite capacity
to shift the blame.

-Gentlemen, let's not dwell on the past.
-That's right.

We have the murder
of a ten-year-old boy to deal with.

Any leads, Frank?

You can speak freely
in front of the councilman.

We're looking for a suspect
who fled the scene.

We have the car he was driving.
Hope to trace him through that.

I want you to keep the councilman apprised

-of any progress.
-Fine.

The citizens of this city
are outraged, Captain,

and I can't blame them. We need results
from our police, not excuses.

I think the councilman
is merely trying to emphasize

-the seriousness of the situation.
-Exactly.

I look forward
to your cooperation, Captain.

FLETCHER: I'm sure
that you can count on it, Councilman.

J.D., thank God.
Excuse us for a minute, will you?

Tell me the good news, Rob.

You won the lottery
and you want to share it with me.

Peggy's kicked me out.
I got home a little bit late last night.

All my clothes was thrown out
on the front porch.

Really? Put up a sign.
Have a rummage sale.

Come on, J.D. You can't let me down now.

-Watch me.
-You and me, man, we're family.

-Not before lunch, Rob.
-John! John!

We're talking about your sister here.

Pardon me if I don't see it as tragedy
on the scale with Romeo and Juliet.

She's thrown you out before.
She always gives in.

No, no, not this time. Listen, man.

I pleaded with her.
I was down on my hands and knees.

She didn't get that on video tape,
did she, Rob

John, John. This is killing me.
I-I hear her voice.

I see her reflection in ponds.

Translation, she's gonna hire
a wolverine for an attorney,

you're gonna lose your shorts.

(sighs) Look...

I just got a shipment
of brand-new digital disc players.

Disgusting.

You're trying to get me to sell out
my own flesh and blood.

Come on, John.
She's gonna crucify me in court.

Look, look, look, remember
that set of wheels you were asking about?

-You meant the Cougar?
-Yeah.

The cherry Cougar with the mag wheels
and twin heads.

Yeah. You talk to her,
you get this all straight,

you're behind the wheel, man.

This is asking a lot, Rob.

But I hate to see your dream marriage
go sour. I'm gonna give it a shot.

I'm counting on you, J.D. Counting on you.

-I need to talk to you, Captain.
-In a minute, Norm.

-Neal, J.D.
-J.D.: Yes, sir.

Registration come through
on that BMW from the sweep?

Just now, Captain.
Marsha Jones, 225 Van Buren.

-Top priority.
-We're on it, Captain.

Whoa, whoa, are you talking about
that Beemer out in the parking lot?

The one with the wet bar,
TV and digital disc player?

Yeah, looks like it was being used
by a crack dealer.

The kid could barely see
up over the steering wheel.

I can't believe it. I hate that.

You wanted to see me, Norm?

Turns out the last shy on my list

has a pretty strong
soda connection, Captain.

You want to postpone tonight's bust?

May be able to stay on schedule.

I'm meeting with the supplier at noon.

Captain, are you telling me
that doesn't get to you?

-What?
-What?

A wisenheimer little punk like that
driving a BMW.

It's a slap in the face
of the American dream.

Keep me posted.

Thanks.

So how's it going, Lucy?

Breaking in the new kid?

Oh, yeah. He's all right.

-He's a good cop.
-Nice looking fella.

If you like them tall, dark and handsome.

(chuckles)

Is... is he the religious type?

Uh, Stan, I think he's being recruited.

So, you're supposed to be telling me
what it's like to be your own master.

I mean,
go fishing anytime you get the urge.

-Can you keep a secret?
-Mm-hmm.

There's a good chance
I might be getting back on the job.

-No kidding.
-Yeah.

The captain's looking into it today.

That's great. If that's what you want,
good luck, Stan.

Me, I'd rather go fishing.

(laughs)

Excuse me for a minute, Lucy.

Uh, don't go paying the check
while I'm gone.

GRACE:
You're lapsed, aren't you, Patrick?

Sorry?

You're Catholic
and you're lapsed from the church.

What, were you looking
at my files, Sister?

Your files and your face.

Uh, I stopped when I was 12.

Stopped going to church, you mean?

Stopped believing.

Doubt isn't where faith ends, Patrick.

It's what faith heals.

Um, I guess I don't heal too quick.

Oh, something called me to ask for you.

-What do you mean?
-I asked Captain Furillo

to assign you to me.
To make you my liaison.

Um... (coughs)

Would you excuse me a minute, Sister?

Of course.

All I have to do is calm down.

Just calm down.

Oh, excuse me.

-You okay, Sarge?
-Yeah, yeah.

Just, a-- Just a little indigestion,
that's all. I'll be right out.

It's okay.

Hot. Hot. These dishes are very hot.

-Would you help me, please?
-It's about time.

What took you so long, man?

Did Polly have to go to the bathroom?

-(growls)
-(laughs)

-Tough day.
-Tell me about it.

Oh! Whoa!

Look, you don't ever want
to be running up on me, man.

-Got that?
-What the hell is the matter with you?

Nothing.

You just get away from me.

(knocks)

-WOMAN: Who's there?
-Police officers, ma'am.

Ain't nobody here.

-(window opens)
-The window!

(dog barking)

RENKO: [indistinct]
Get up. Hands above your head.

-Get up!
-...right now. Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.
Put them behind your back.

Okay, walk. Walk.

The car's registered in your name, ma'am.

I'm just his mother.
I just sign the papers.

It's his car.

J.D., this here is the kid
from the Van Buren sweep.

-What you done now, Parker?
-Nothing.

Ma'am, we have reason to believe
that your son was involved

in the drug related death
of a young boy this morning.

Ten years old or there about.

Ten-year-old? Where's your brother?

You're supposed to be with
your brother this morning.

You gave your brother drugs?
You killed your brother, man?

-What have you done?
-PARKER: I ain't done nothing.

He died all by himself!
I ain't got nothing to do with it!

-Where's my boy?
-Okay.

-Where's my boy?
-Okay, ma'am.

Walk away from it, ma'am.

Get in the car. Get in the car!

Walk away from it. Easy. Get in here.

It's similar.

Uh, you know,
similar to like before the bypass.

Well, it's approximately right...

it's right in the center.

This wouldn't be the same thing, though,
Doc, would it?

I mean, the operation took care of this.

I don't want to come in.

What should I come in for?
The operation took care of me, right?

This is gonna ruin everything.

I was cured.

You weren't kidding about leaving me
with the check, huh, Stan?

I'm sorry, Lucy. I...

I remembered I had to make a phone call.

Patrick said you went out back, so...

The-the guy's a contractor.

I was aggravated with him.

He let me down.

Why don't you let me take you there, Stan?

What do you mean?

Let me take you to the doctor's.

-Lieutenant Goldblume?
-Yeah.

Paul Nichols, literary agent.
We spoke on the phone.

I'm a little busy right now, Mr. Nichols.

I respect that, Lieutenant.

But if you give me five minutes,
I think I can convince you

that I am the man
to represent Steven Merkur's novel.

Not to sound crass,
but your friend's tragic death

created a market for his work.

I don't know.

I mean, promoting the book
through some kind of

grotesque sensationalism is the last thing
Steve would have wanted.

Perhaps, but if the book is as good
as you said on television,

then it doesn't matter
how or why it gets published,

but only that it does

and finds its proper readership.

He doesn't get home till 3:00 a.m.

He's got a girlfriend.
Some stripper named Honey.

I ain't saying the guy is a saint.

Could be having a midlife crisis.

But he sat in here today,
and he cried like a baby.

What happened,
Korea stop exporting stereos?

Peg, listen to what I'm saying.
The man needs you.

Honey sends him little notes

of endearment on heart-shaped paper
and all the words are misspelled.

Maybe he wouldn't be
fooling around with Honey

if he got what he was looking for at home.

What are you saying, it's my fault?

I'm saying it take two
to trash a relationship.

And be honest, Peg.

You want to face the single life again?
Hmm? At your age?

He actually cried, J.D.?

You wouldn't have believed it.

I hate to say it,
but I suddenly miss the jerk.

Go tell him, Peg.

You know, maybe I misjudged you, too, J.D.

Life's full of surprises, sis.

Hi, Doctor, did you get a chance
to read through that file?

Yeah, Stanislav Jab-- Right.

I see. No.

No.

I understand.

Uh, is there a heart specialist
the department consults?

Oren? Dr. Oren at the university?

Okay, great. Thanks.

NEAL: The boy and his mother
are about to be questioned, Chief.

-Little early to be talking charges.
-Problem, Chief?

Uh, just wanted to take a look
at the arrest report

on the boy you brought in.

There's nothing in here
about murder charges.

Just my field report, Captain.

No charges have been brought.

Jones and his mother
are still being questioned.

But if the boy supplied the drugs,
you will press for murder charges?

-You don't want that.
-That boy should be tried for murder.

What kind of a message
are you sending, Captain?

-This is totally unacceptable.
-I'll tell you what's unacceptable.

You and your publicity circus.
You have no right interfering

with my men
while they're performing their duty.

The councilman is simply anxious
to clear up the problem.

-We all are, Frank.
-It's all right, Chief.

I expect nothing more
from Captain Furillo.

He's allowed his precinct
to run completely out of control,

and I intend
to let the people know about it.

I told you, man. I don't deal no drugs,

and I don't know nothing
about how my brother died.

Mm-hmm. Well, you're gonna be looking at
some hard time in juvie, Parker.

Do time in juvie on my head, man.

What about you, Ms. Jones?
You help us?

Do you know who your son's supplier is?

I wish I could help,
but I don't know nothing.

Too bad, 'cause we got Parker's prints

all over the pipe
that was found in the park,

which means he's going away
and you're gonna be charged

with contributing
to the delinquency of a minor.

-That ain't right. I ain't done nothing.
-NEAL: You bought his car.

And there were traces of crack
all over it.

I think the charge is gonna stick.

-I think you ought to tell, Parker.
-Shut up.

Man gave you drugs
that killed your brother.

How you let him get away with that?

-I'll tell him.
-Shut up, I said!

-Hey, huh?
-I tell you

who supplied Parker, you let us go?

You testify in court,

-I think we can help you out.
-No.

Armis. Kenny Armis.

-Good.
-You make me sick!

Man, you know why she's doing this,
don't you?

'Cause she's supplying, too.

She figure you put Armis behind bars,
then she can grab all his customers.

-Right?
-That ain't so. You trash.

You ain't no son of mine!

Family of the year.

We arrested Donatelli.

-They're holding him at the Polk.
-Good work.

Hi.

I seem to notice a lot of people
in interrogation without lawyers.

If certain subjects
have declined representation,

they've done it of their own free will.

Over strenuous objection no doubt.

Excuse me.

We got the name
of the kid's supplier, Captain.

Kenny Armis.

Heard about him before, Captain.
Slippery dude.

-Uses minors to distribute.
-Get a warrant.

MAN: This fella's in the military, huh?
This guy you're moving to?

-Right, uh-huh.
-Where's he stationed?

No offense, but what's it to you?

Nobody makes conversation anymore.

This stuff's good.

Do the business.

I never opened this.

I never touched this from the envelope
since I took it last week.

Go ahead and give it to him.

Five grand, no?

In Mr. Falco's, right.

And this is 32 and a half.

Makes a total of 8,250 total.

Six lids back to you.

The advertising's right, I'm gonna be
seeing you again in a couple of weeks.

(scoffs) That's what he said.

Well, if you can't believe a solider,
who you gonna believe? Am I right?

All done, Tony?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

-Be good, Anthony.
-Mm-hmm.

Now, don't let me get hit in the head,
am I right? On my way to move it.

What do you mean?

Well, I was just making a joke.

I was saying don't let me get robbed
on the way to see this guy.

You'd still owe us the 12,500.

I understand that.
I was just kidding around.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

I want to make sure

-we understood each other.
-We do.

We're gonna see you back here
at 8:00 tonight with 12,500 bucks.

Now what happens the rest of the day
between now and then,

that's your own private business.

-It has nothing to do with us.
-I understand it, that's right.

Regardless, you get hit in the head,
you get hit with a bomb, 8:00 tonight,

you're gonna be back here
with what you owe, which is 12,500.

-Now do you understand that 100 percent?
-I do.

-I think the man follows then.
-Good.

Okay.

-You all right?
-I'm okay.

-Gonna see you tonight?
-8:00 tonight.

I'm coming back to make everything square.

Police, open up.

KENNY: You welch on a deal
and all you can say is I'm sorry?

(coughs)

-KENNY: Well, get it straight. Gotta go.
-Come in.

Kenny's on the phone.

KENNY: That's right, cops.

-Yeah, I assume you got a warrant?
-Oh, you assume right.

Here, you're under arrest

for sales and distribution
of controlled substances. Take it.

Oh, good,
I'll put this with my collection.

-Come on, let's go.
-Of course.

Always like to please the police.

Want me to water the plants
while you're gone, Ken?

I don't think so, Joan.
And I'll be home before dinner. (smooches)

Hey, man. You're late.

You're looking a little sweaty there, J.

-You coming down with something?
-You watch your mouth.

Uh-uh.

Police officer, John.

Oh, Mick.

Oh, man-man, you don't know
where I'm coming from.

Oh, yes, I do.

Don't even think about it, hairball.
You're busted.

Wrong choice, Mick. Drop the gun.

Eddie, let's get him into your truck.

-What you gonna do, man?
-What do you think?

Mick, I need my stuff, huh.

Oh, but not that bad.

Yeah.

Well, I guess
these are good for something after all.

(exhales)

Face facts, gentlemen,
you have no case against my client.

-Your client is a worm.
-Very hard. I like that.

-Shh, be quiet, Kenny.
-Yeah, Kenny, be real quiet.

We have a statement
from one of your distributors, Kenny.

He gave us time, place,
amount of substance, amount of commission.

(laughs)
Is this your idea of evidence, Captain?

Word of an under aged addict?

We'll let the courts be the judge of that.

How long I got to sit here, Hal?
There's some action at the track--

I got bail.
You'll be home in time for dinner.

Good. 'Cause Joan
is such a genius with the veal.

See you at arraignment.

Sweet guy, huh, Captain?

-It's a weak case, J.D.
-We knew that bringing him in, Captain.

I want it made stronger.

Two of you
are going back to the Van Buren corridor.

As of now, you volunteered for night duty.

We looking for underage dealers?

Well, if Armis is using minors
to deal for him,

some of them have to be operating there.

-Bring them in.
-You got it, Captain.

Feel so hot, Detective.

Like I was plugged into the wall socket.

I need the stuff!

Oh, God, how'd I let myself get like this?

-Hang on, John.
-I mean, it's like a poison.

Even right now with all this shame
I feel inside, letting everybody down.

I still want it.

But I never dealt it, man.

-Mm-mm. No, no, I wouldn't do that.
-I believe you. I believe that.

And I'll stand up for you in court.

You're gonna be okay. You hear me?

Yeah, I hear you.

Stan.

Department turned me down, right?

Because if they didn't, they should have.

I had a warning sign.

I saw the doc. He said it's not unusual.

In fact, he worries
when his patients feel too good.

How serious?

I may need a pacemaker.

I talked to the department's
cardiac specialist.

He wouldn't recommend reinstatement.

I want you to take care
of this right away.

Oh, don't worry.

You know,
I envy those that can do out easy.

Short farewells. No looking back.

It's understandable.
You put your life into this job.

It's time to move on.

-I know you can do it.
-Yeah.

It's not as though
I don't have any options, right?

-Right.
-Right.

Well, if you need a recommendation
for security work,

-just say the word.
-Thanks, Captain.

Thanks for everything.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

Don't know what you said to Peg, J.D.,
but it worked like a charm,

-This my car?
-Never let it be said

that Wacky Rob is not a man of his word.

Cougar? Fantastic.

-What's that?
-It's your lease.

-My what?
-Best six month rate available, J.D.

And to show you how much
I appreciate your effort,

I'm giving you
an additional ten percent discount,

-straight across the board.
-Oh.

I'm giving Peg the real lowdown
on what a lousy slime you are.

Go ahead, but I think she's feeling
a little too good to worry.

You know,
we had a make-up matinee, she and I.

Besides, what are you gonna tell her?

You sold her out for a new set of wheels?

-(laughs)
-Oh!

Well, you come up with some bread,
brother-in-law,

-you know where to find me.
-Hey, forget it, man. Forget it.

Come on,
he's not worth a board of inquiry.

Norman.

This is a list of warrants
for tonight, Captain.

You think I got to add that dealer's name
or can he just count as persons unknown?

If you know the name, you have to add it.

Listen, is there a chance
of sliding those arrests till tomorrow?

I want to saturate manpower
in the Van Buren corridor tonight.

I got an 8:00 meeting with those shys.
That's when we were gonna take them.

What happens if you just don't show up?

Nuh-uh, then they'll lean
on this Tommy Manfredi,

the guy who vouched for me.

Listen, I'll go there,
I'll tell them, uh--

I'll tell them the deal's stalled.

-I can make it work.
-You sure it's okay?

-Yeah, no problem, Captain.
-Appreciate it.

This guy Wade's
got everything turned upside down.

No problem.

See, if I can show the children

that faith is not something
cold and remote.

It's alive. It's passionate.

I'll bet you convert
a lot of people, Sister.

I'd be happy if that were true.

Believe me,
I've never known a nun to talk like you.

Patrick, you've got to stop doing that.

What?

Building up walls between us.

Oh, I didn't know
I was doing that, Sister.

You talk as if I live
in a different world.

-We're the same.
-But... but you're a nun, Sister.

And what does that mean?

Well, that means, um,
that means you're different.

Why?

-Because--
-Because I wear this habit?

Think of me without this habit.
What do you see?

Faith.

That's the difference.

I'm as mortal as you.

Except that I have been touched
by the divine.

I felt the force of His love.

And I want to share that with you.

I want you to burn with the same fire
that I feel inside me.

Okay.

Oh, Patrick,

I'm gonna make you my project.

I'm gonna make you grow larger

than you ever dreamed
it was possible to grow.

-In spirit.
-Yes.

-Will you let me do that?
-Sure.

Oh, thank you.

-And thank you for a lovely dinner.
-You're welcome.

Good night, Patrick.

Good night, Sister.

(door opens, closes)

-(pool balls striking)
-(music playing)

(people chattering)

So, Steve's book
might get published after all.

-That's terrific, Henry.
-Yeah.

Well, let's not get too excited here.

I wonder if I did the right thing
giving the manuscript to Nichols.

Sure you did. What's wrong about it?

On your show,
I said Steven's writing was good.

But you don't think it is.

Maybe with revisions.

Don't tear yourself up about it.

Why don't you let the literary
agent decide? That's his job.

You did what Steven would have wanted.

You're giving his work a chance.

This whole thing has gotten to me.

Steven's death. Handling the manuscript.

You.

Detective...

you need a break.

I do believe you're right.

Come on.

(chuckles)

So do you think I should have taken
a punch at him?

-What?
-The councilman.

That guy Wade
at the Van Buren corridor today.

-Do you think I should have--
-Renko, come on.

Well, I mean,
he's just going on and on about

how, you know, we do our job wrong
and how we're not able

to realize that people
are dying out there.

-Renko.
-What?

-Let's get another beer.
-Yeah.

Oh, man, 15 a rock? That's sky.

What it be, bro?

Well, I need my cool, man.

Yo, Mouse, you got some inventory?

I'm doing a thing here, man.

I got a rich honky
wants to do some serious weight.

Hey, look, man. We doing business here.

You shut up. Mouse, kick in with me

and we'll be spending the day
at the club tomorrow.

-Split 50-50?
-Yo.

-(chuckles) Catch you later, small time.
-Later.

-Yo, where you going?
-Hey, got to split, man.

I saw what happened back there,
they shut you down.

Look, you want to get off,
you need to be talking to me,

-'cause I got choice smoke.
-Yeah, later, man.

Dig, my man, I'm new in the neigh.

Number two and working hard
to be number one.

I got the best candy
at rock bottom prices.

(gunshot)

Police! Drop it!

Drop the gun! Now!

Turn around slow.

-Councilman Wade!
-I called for backup.

Oh, man.

He was pulling a gun.

It was a citizen's arrest.

Tell him, Robin!

Oh, my God.

I don't see any gun, Neal.

It was self-defense, I tell you.

I'm confused. I don't know
what I'm supposed to make of this here.

I ran into a problem, Mr. Falco.

I don't believe in problems!

I don't believe in lateness!

Somebody tells me 8:00,
I want to see my freakin' money at 8:00.

What's this you're showing me?

Just want you to see
that I didn't give him the drugs.

Well, what's that supposed to mean?

I mean, you're not out the drugs, sir.
I just wanted--

Look, what did I tell you before?

Did I tell you
I was interested in one thing?

-You said 8:00.
-8:00, I want to see my freakin' money!

-Is that what I said?
-I'm trying to explain to you.

I don't want you to explain!

That's not what I loaned you
the money for.

Teddy, these things happen sometimes.

To you guys. Not to me.

Look, the guy promised, he swore to me

tomorrow morning at 10:00,
he was gonna have the money.

Why should I believe that?

Did he promise he was gonna have it
at 8:00 tonight?

-Mr. Falco.
-Is that what he promised you?

Yes or no, is that what he said?

Look, I want to get one thing
straight with you.

See, your agreement with him
is your agreement with him.

I have nothing to do with it.
But you have an agreement with me.

Now what can I do to find something

to impress upon you
that I take this seriously?

-I take it seriously, too.
-Do you?

Do you take that seriously?

I swear. I swear, Mr. Falco,

I was sick when the guy
didn't come up with the money.

All right!

I believe you.

(scoffs)

Would you shake hands with me?

I'm grateful, Mr. Falco.
I'm grateful for you

-giving me another chance.
-Shake hands.

(groans)

-Oh, my God!
-TEDDY: It's cheap.

Believe me, that's a cheap lesson for you.

I'm you, I stick this in an envelope.

You hear me? Put this in an envelope
and on the outside, you write your lesson.

The fellas always get their piece.

All right?

You gonna remember?

I'm gonna remember.

(groans)

(closing theme playing)