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(clock ticking)

ROBIN: Mick, what's that noise?

What noise?

(alarm blaring)

The baby!

(baby crying)

NEWSMAN: We're getting scattered reports.

It appears there's been a miscalculation.

MAN 1 (on radio): This is terrible.

This is one of the worst catastrophes in the world.

(indistinct shouting on the radio)

MAN 2 (over PA): We repeat, this is your civil defense coordinator.

All children proceed to their schools.

Put your hands over your heads.

NEWSMAN: It appears there's been a miscalculation.

Missiles have been launched.

MICK: Throw things in, quick.

I repeat, missiles... (voice distorting)

(alarm stops)

MICK: Quiet out there.

-(explosion) -(screaming)

-(screams) -Mick!

Mick, are you okay?

-(baby crying) -You're soaked.

(gasps)

Come here. Shh, you're sweating.

Item 12, and people, I pass this on without comment,

it arrived in the mail yesterday, of Israeli manufacture

and claims to be constructed of, uh, molybdenum.

"Diecast woven materials for comfort, strength

and many months of trouble free wash and wear service."

-What is it? -It's a bulletproof athletic supporter.

(laughing)

I think I'm gonna take one of those home with me tonight.

HOWARD: All right, item 13.

We have had two more tire iron attacks

on homosexuals in the vicinity of the gay bars on Hattel.

One victim is critical, the other has a fractured skull.

I have posted the description

of the two Caucasian male bashers on the board.

Let's, uh, make sure that these gents get their Christmas poultry

compliments of Michigan Avenue, shall we?

And Detective Belker.

When do you expect to wrap up your Barnswell case?

Barnswell, Detective.

(kissing) Here, Mick. Here, Mick. Wake up.

-Yeah, uh... -(laughing)

No action today. Barnswell is out of town.

Duly noted.

All right, item 14.

The parking lot continues under repair.

Oh, man.

New completion date is next Thursday.

Item the last.

Uh, we are receiving a visitor today

arranged with the gracious forethought of the retirement subcommittee

of your Patrolman's Benevolence Association.

Mr. Morton Keyes.

Mr. Keyes will be selling funeral plots at attractive union discounts.

That's it. Keep your powder dry.

Keep your spirits high. And don't forget,

the wind chill factor may be 14 below,

but that whole indicator is a crude trick

perpetrated by the international wimp weatherman's conspiracy

to undermine our American manhood.

It's a comfortable 22 degrees out there.

-(chattering) -Ow.

Russo.

You policemen all parked in my lot.

My customers have no place to park.

I lose breakfast customer, I lose lunch.

Mr. Chun, when we spoke on the phone,

-I explained to you-- -No explain. Car move.

Mr. Chun, until our own parking lot is resurfaced,

it's not fair to you, but your lot is the next closest to ours.

Cop use my parking,

but do cop ever eat in my restaurant? Never.

-Sometimes. I know. -Open breakfast now, too.

Good breakfast. Bacon, egg, Korean roll.

Mr. Chun, I can't change their eating habits,

but I will make another announcement.

Tell them 8:00, tow truck coming, huh.

-Car towed. -Car towed.

(coughs) Yes.

Uh, line out for information for, uh, District of Columbia.

Frank, uh, long distance line six.

Captain Furillo.

Yes.

What?

Where?

What's his condition?

(clears throat) Yes.

Yes. Damn it, yes, I understand.

Yeah, but-- Well, if she--

You have a number where I can reach her?

Please. Yeah, I'll wait right here.

They sent me up from traffic which is kind of the way I like it.

Well, this is the only free desk that we have, Mr. Keyes.

You know my most successful line over there?

I used to-- You know, most of them young guys can't afford homes,

so I tell them a plot is their entrance to the real estate market.

Who is this? This is a citizen. Michael Belker.

Look, ma'am, I'm quite upset, and I would like to speak...

All right, fine. I will leave a message.

I had a nightmare.

Something happened with us and Russia. We blew ourselves up.

Now, I'm a police officer and I know how hairy it gets out there.

I want to be sure we're being very careful for my baby.

Will you see that the president gets that?

Good. Because it's very important.

Personal long distance, detective.

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)

I don't believe this. I do not believe this.

Somebody bagged my short.

-(chuckles) Parked in the Korean's lot? -Yeah.

The one with the sign that says, "No parking except for patrons only?"

Where are you going with this, Neal?

Are you saying he towed my car?

He towed a police officer's vehicle?

Hey, I was looking to tell you, babe.

Goldblume posted a warning about an hour ago.

Notice says among other things, wouldn't hurt

if we patronized the guy's place once in a while.

Oh, yeah, Lieutenant.

Having my car towed gives me a hell of an appetite.

Especially for seaweed and snake sauce.

Any word?

I'll call again, then we'll go.

-Detective. -Sergeant.

In fact, the very man that I am looking for.

-Here. -What's this?

It's a prospectus.

-First Strike Estates? -Mm-hm.

You remember a few years back

that I purchased an underground condo in the Alleghanies?

-Underground condo? -Mm-hm.

America needs positive thinkers, Detective.

Men who can think the unthinkable.

Your touching, albeit naive exercise in Jeffersonian democracy

made me suspect that you might be a customer.

If you're referring to my phone call, Sergeant,

that was private and personal.

Hm, whatever.

In a nuclear storm, a handy port, my friend, I wouldn't be without mine.

Ah, you see the rumpus room there.

For little Belker and his friends.

This is very small.

Mick, the Japanese live in closets. We have to make a few adjustments.

I mean, Judas, life underground is not all fun and video games.

-You have video games? -Yes.

I contributed The 30 Years War from my library.

I don't know that one.

Well, some people might think of it as in bad taste,

but it had practical lessons for the kiddies.

-You keep that prospectus. -(toilet flushes)

Phone number's on the desk. If anything comes up, don't hesitate.

Should be okay. Safe trip.

-Thank you. -Uh, none of my business--

There was either a burglary or a robbery

at my parents' house. My father was shot.

He's critical.

Can I use your phone, Maurice?

Where you calling to?

-Police. -Uh, I'm the police. What's the problem?

You-- you're police?

-Yeah. -Come on now.

Come here. Now I didn't want to touch it

'cause, see, I know somebody could come back later

and make an accusation on me.

There's people living in this building or not, sir?

Just some old folks like me.

See, this building is condemned, but everybody knows people living in it.

You ask anybody whose this is?

Heard some crying, I come down.

-I asked everybody. -All right.

I'm gonna take this little guy down to the precinct.

And if anybody comes for him, you have them call me, okay?

How would you feel about a rumpus room 8x11?

You know how big that is?

That's slightly smaller than this car.

Of course, you could have a lot of tapes in there. Tapes aren't bad.

You get into bed, you curl up with a tape. I like that.

You could see a tree, a lake.

You could see a dog on tape.

Actually, you know, a dog is not that good.

You got to smell a dog for a dog to be good.

This is ND4. You got anything on those basher individuals?

WOMAN (on radio): Assault with deadly. Back of Black Hole Club on Van Buren.

RENKO: 2202, we're on it. Two Cauc males, both dark hair.

This is ND4. They're on Portland. I'm in pursuit.

(siren blaring)

I got the tall one. West in the Downey alley.

(radio chatter)

(tires squeal)

(grunts)

You're under arrest, armpit.

Suspicion, assault and attempted murder.

(horn honks)

You know, this other guy got away. We think he got on a train.

You want to take this one back for me?

-RENKO: Yeah. -My car's not here.

Where is it?

Frank.

He died a few minutes ago.

Frank! Frank!

I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad.

-Mama. -Somebody get her a sedative.

Just get her sitting. She'll be okay.

Who'd kill a harmless retired man? Who'd do that?

We were going ice fishing Saturday morning up at Thompkins Creek.

I had a cabin reserved. I just sent in the check.

I got him his license.

He hadn't been there. Not since we were kids.

Frank, do you remember, we used to go to Thompkins Creek?

DOCTOR: Joseph.

Dr. Consilvio.

-You know my brother Frank. -Long time. Frank.

Medically, he didn't stand a chance.

Although, it was painless at the end.

Whereas, if it's any consolation,

his final months would have been not so easy.

Yeah, well, look, Doctor, I've got to talk to my brother about that.

What?

No, really. Really, I will. It's all right.

-Sorry, I didn't mean to betray anything. -Was my father sick?

Frank, I found out by accident.

He didn't want any more people to know.

(whispers) He had a brain tumor.

-I want to see him. -You may want to wait.

I'll see him now.

Instant-- No, please just come over.

Would you try to eat a little something, Anna?

I'll make you a slice of toast.

-No. -Tea, Mrs. Furillo?

Uh, all right, thank you, dear. But just half a cup.

Captain Furillo, can I see you a moment?

Sir, when will you be through with your work?

Because I can't have my house being Central Park.

I hope by 3:00. I'm sorry.

When you're free, could we talk?

-Of course, Father. -Thank you.

Lieutenant Patterson.

First, my sympathies.

And please know we're treating this as you're one of our own.

But we're not starting in too good of field position.

Latents look hard to come by.

The gun's an old .32. We don't have it.

And neighbors confirm your mother's sense of the timing.

Uh, they heard something. Had to be a single shot.

About ten minutes later, your mom came back.

They didn't see anybody in or out?

Neighbors in front figure the guy had to use the back door.

-Joe? -Uh, let me get to work here.

I was just over at Holy Saints.

I put the down on the package.

Joe, you didn't tell me he was sick. Is there anything else?

-What? -Is there anything else?

Frank.

No. No.

You weren't here. I just happened to find out.

It was a pledge to Papa.

Mama knew?

The last month, and it's been hell on her.

Let me ask you, Mr. Coslow. Is your tow license up to date?

You sure of that, huh?

Let me inform you, if by some miracle you are properly licensed,

that this was a mint '81 Regal.

So if there's so much as a nick in the paintjob,

it's gonna cost you 100 times your lousy 68 bucks.

What?

This guy is laming me, there's a scratch on the driver's side door.

Where Renko nicked you?

It's wise guys like you and that Korean make my life a struggle, Neal.

So get the grill situation taken care of.

I won't tell you what day I'm coming back,

but if it's not fixed, I cite you for the fine.

Can you believe that? My health inspector retires early and they send me this.

Seems like an honest fella.

Yeah, you believe that?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. LaRue, Hill Street precinct.

Peter Regan, Health and Safety.

You're the guy, Pete.

I was over at Chun's Soul Food on Hill and McAdam a couple hours ago.

He's got rats the size of chihuahuas in there.

Thanks for the word. I'll tell the guy who covers east of Dekker.

Tell the guy, huh? You hear that, Detective?

-How long you been on the job, Pete? -Three months.

You think when some multiple rape homicide's in progress

the cop on the beat stops to ask if it's on his beat?

No way. It's protect and serve time.

Uh, no offense, but homicide rape's different

from a little rodential infestation.

You don't see the principle in common?

Hey, forget it, J.D.

This guy's got a big behind. He's in it for the pension.

Now, look, fellas, you're wrong about me.

I see paper shufflers all over my department.

Turns my stomach.

I'll drop by there in a couple hours. How's that?

You renew my faith in the civil service.

Thank you.

Amazing.

Every time I can remember being with him

back to when I was ten years old...

it was like a struggle.

My insides knotted up.

And it's how I feel now.

Even at his death.

-Because he didn't tell you he was sick? -I don't know.

My mom had four operations in four years.

Every one, she never said a word

until she was back home and up on her feet again.

Finally, I'd call her doctor every six months.

His nurse became my Deep Throat.

It's not the same, is it?

It's not.

Because your mother loved you.

And in my heart, I feel as if...

to the moment he died...

my father had contempt for me.

And wanted to hurt me.

I love you.

Let's go inside. I have to do something.

.32 caliber. One bullet missing.

You know, anybody steals a '79 Plymouth,

I mean, what good is it?

They're probably stoned. I mean, they made a mistake.

I made the mistake. Me. Okay?

Plus the kid, you know? Soon as that kid starts crying,

I mean, they're gonna freak. They're gonna take off like hell.

Look, Sergeant, you think you could can the speculation

until this-this thing's over?

RADIO: Units in vicinity, report vehicle fitting ND description.

Vehicle has collided with Riverton Bridge abutment.

-Oh, my God. -(siren blaring)

(tires squeal)

Hey, Mick!

Hey, Mick, the tow truck and all the emergency stuff is on its way.

Don't go in there! Get out of there!

You, spaceball, are busted.

(car creaking)

(explosion)

No, why even call her?

She's not gonna come anyway. She's in Alaska.

Oh, I wouldn't spend the long distance.

Mama, Joe.

Frank, tell your brother

how cruel Aunt Clara was to me and Papa all our lives.

Mama, sit a minute.

No, I just got these few minutes while the aunts are out.

-Place is a pigsty. -Please, Mama.

Mama, we have another problem.

W-what is it?

Did Papa...

did Papa take his own life?

-Frank! -What are you talking about?

Papa was robbed. I came home from the store.

Mama, stop, stop. What is it with you?

What are you doing? What, are you crazy?

He's dead. Papa's dead. Will you just leave it?

If you don't know what you're talking about, shut up.

But if you're being dishonest with me now, you go to hell.

Oh, that's good.

Oh, that's really good, Frank.

He's the big time cop.

He's coming in to interrogate about his own father's death.

Oh, oh, boy. You know, Frank, you know-- you know the thing about you?

Your whole life, I mean, I always liked you.

But you never had any closeness.

You never had any love of family.

That's enough, Joe.

Let me and Frank talk, please.

JOE: Yeah.

Sure, Mama.

I found the gun you hid downstairs.

I know you didn't help him. I know you weren't even here.

But the thing you did, Mama,

hiding the gun and telling them it was a robbery, that's a crime.

-Do the police-- -No, they don't know.

I came home...

and there he was, slumped in his chair.

He'd been so sick, Frank.

If the police find out, Father Conklin will find out

and I didn't want Papa to be--

not without a mass.

Not without a blessing at the grave.

Oh, Frank, please. The police can't know.

Please, help me.

Please. (sobbing)

(exhales)

So how was kimchee?

Good. Very tasty.

-How was water? -Excellent.

Hey, you're not really doing that.

No. No, I'm not, Neal.

I only got 30 bucks invested in these rodents.

Yeah, and I only got a lifetime invested in being scared of rats.

Come on. Come on.

Oh, to you, too. Goodbye.

-Excuse me, Detective. -What is it?

Um, I heard about that phone call you made this morning.

Forget about that. That's personal and private.

You know, I know it was personal, but it was also a very public

and spirited thing to do and I was wondering

if maybe we could have a conversation about that.

What's that, Renko?

Well, you see, um, it's like this.

It-it's like where we could go

if-if we just kind of got eye-to-eye on this sort of thing.

See, I've had those nightmares, too,

where it's too late and things screw up, missiles are going too fast, see.

So I figure we can get some kind of a group

like the PBA or something, you know.

People who respect law enforcement. They don't think we're commies.

Where are you going with this?

Well, we get the PBA with me as a representative

and we lobby for some kind of a newspaper ad

that says that everybody who has had these horrible dreams

to call the White House and-and say,

"Oh, hey, look, now don't be so macho here."

And then we get this groundswell started

where we get these ads, like all of a sudden

we have 20 million people calling the White House

and saying, "Whoa, slow the bus down."

Look, look, I already got a career.

This was personal and private.

Personal? Well, okay, you think about it, okay? Okay.

I'm thinking about it. I wish I could stop thinking about it.

Mick, this is Mr. Darnell Karns.

He is the father of the missing baby.

Where's my child, Timothy?

You're that kid's father?

You abandoned your son?

You don't talk to me like that, you hear?

His mother took him. I don't know what she did.

All right, come here. Come with me. Come on.

I come back at 12:00 to see the child and they're both gone.

If you weren't working for the last three days, where were you?

-Why is that a question? -Because.

You come down here saying you had nothing to do with it.

Who are you, Mr. Clean?

Look, I was in jail, all right?

Look here. Here.

Here's my papers.

-Out at 11:45. -What were you in jail for?

Come on, man. That's what it's about?

Are you gonna take my child for that?

Would you answer my questions?

I was in a fight, all right?

I was driving my taxi, a dude remarks me that he wants to duke.

Look, man, you took my child and you brought my child in here.

-Where is he at? -Mr. Karns.

This is a telephone number for the Youth Authority.

It's the Dekker Avenue branch. Mrs. Morgenstern.

DARNELL: Youth Authority? Why is he there?

Because he is. That's where they take lost babies.

Now you go over there, talk it out with them.

Youth Authority, huh?

They're gonna ask me about a lousy three days

when I ain't been in jail in eight years.

I don't know what they're gonna ask, Mr. Karns. Now go.

All right.

He needs me now.

Little guy ain't got to be afraid.

Excuse me, Lieutenant. You can tell me to shut up,

but I understand your captain has a loved one who is gravely ill.

Where'd you hear that?

Actually, I overheard you on the horn.

If you see him, will you tell him we offer very competitive pricing

and could you pass along one of our brochures?

He's out of town.

It happened out of town.

I can't stand to see you hurt yourself like this.

He's barricaded the door and making a lot of noise,

but he doesn't seem to be threatening.

-Where's the baby? -The other room.

Refused to bring it, that's when he started yelling for it.

Okay, go get the baby and hang out in the back.

All right.

Mr. Karns, detective Belker.

Right away, just like I told you,

they started talking about how I'd been in jail.

Never mind jail now, Mr. Karns.

Now we're talking about taking hostages.

Nobody gives a baby to a guy who takes hostages.

-It's my baby. -He's not the legal guardian.

-We offered him a ten-day hearing date. -Okay, okay.

How about this?

I'm not taking sides. I'm not.

I'm talking to both of you.

Let's say they bring the baby now.

You can hold him, make sure he's okay,

if you open this door and let out the hostages.

Then we can sit down, we can talk this thing through.

If I do that, can I take Timothy home?

MICK: No.

But if you don't let those women go, you're never gonna have him.

Look, don't mislead him.

His chances are about zilch.

Now, this is the kind of comment we don't need.

-That's not our policy. -Go ahead, give it to him.

When he tries to leave with that baby, it's child endangerment.

-You're off the case, Harvey. -Watch out. Coming through.

Just take it easy, now, man. Don't do anything strange, all right?

Hey. Hey, how you doing?

Say cheese. How you doing, big cheese?

Huh?

Oh, Daddy loves you.

Captain, a minute of your time?

If you'll give me a second to just check up on my mother.

She's sleeping now. The doctor mildly sedated her.

Lieutenant, I'll return later.

Thank you, Father.

Father.

-What? -Alone.

I'll make some more coffee.

I talked to your mother a few minutes about insurance.

She assured me there isn't any.

Why did you ask?

Your father's death, we now believe was a suicide, Captain.

Sorry, you surprised by what I'm saying?

No, not really.

-You know your dad was very sick? -Found out today.

See, we weren't getting anywhere on the robbery supposition.

Not a piece of dirt even. Then O'Malley finds a handful of bullets,

same bullet that killed him, in a shoebox.

O'Malley wasn't prying around, Captain. It was part of his floor sweep.

He find a gun?

Uh-uh. We thought maybe your mom got hinky,

threw it out, but it's not in the garbage.

Then we thought maybe she'd hide it down here.

Seems logical.

It's not here.

You didn't come down before, did you, Captain?

Actually, I did.

Yeah, O'Malley thought he saw you coming down here.

You weren't looking for something, were you?

Why?

Gun?

Guess cops think along the same lines.

Did you find it?

No.

Well, don't worry.

Without the gun...

even if my commander gets a bee in his bonnet,

we're not going after your mother for anything.

Oh, Frank.

Mama.

I threw out the gun.

But the police know what happened. They found out anyway.

Y-you threw out the gun?

I made you do something bad.

You shouldn't say that. You needn't and you shouldn't.

I made the mistake and you covered up for me.

-It's done. -Oh, I'm sorry, Frank.

Papa was so proud of you when you graduated from police academy.

Do you know that?

All I ever heard was how little money I was gonna make.

He was proud.

A man as proud as your father doesn't even like to show his pride.

And he hasn't passed on a day that I--

I made you do something a policeman shouldn't do.

Is Father Conklin still out there?

He said he'll come by later. Did you hear what I said before?

The police found out what happened.

I heard.

What's gonna happen?

I'll talk to them.

JOYCE: And give him the German on Costello.

-Lieutenant. -What you got?

Even better. Who didn't show, Buntz?

Make sure it's charged to the DA.

Okay, I'll call you back later.

You're sure there's no insurance kicking around here somewhere?

Just his company retirement and that's paid up no matter how he died.

You know, if I do this,

what you're asking, it goes in as an open case.

That doesn't help my batting average, Captain.

-Or my precinct's either. -I'm asking a favor.

I have no call except one cop to another.

Your dad ain't gonna go to hell.

Your dad's a clean guy everything I heard.

Status...

open.

Better hope that gun don't turn up underneath the bed.

It won't.

That's what I figured.

Thank you.

You're gonna tell the truth.

-You gonna tell the man the truth. -No.

-I didn't bring you down here for nothing. -No!

Here's the man now!

-You tell him what went down! -Stand over here.

I hung around her building and she came back.

-Now go on, Corinne. -I didn't have no money!

-Darnell didn't send none. -Is that what you're gonna tell him?

Huh? When you spent it all on dope?

Tell the truth! Tell him, Corinne! Tell the truth!

I knew there was people in that building! (crying)

I left him, but I came back.

You left your baby?

But I came back.

You're under arrest. Officer.

Search this woman and book her for felony child endangerment. Go on.

Let him go. You can let him go. He's all right now.

Mr. Karns. Mr. Karns, sit down, please.

You all right?

Listen, I checked the cab company.

You got a good record.

Told you so.

So, at least I can tell them that, huh.

Am I gonna get my baby?

My sister will be here on Friday.

Mr. Karns, I don't know the answer to those things.

Um, um, that's not my job. I'm only the cop.

Yeah.

See you.

What's gonna be with her?

Probably, she'll get out. Probably, she'll get a legal aid

just like you did and she'll contest the proceedings.

-Probably. -Yeah.

Well, anyway, thanks.

You're the only one who stood up for me.

You're welcome.

Henry, Mr. Chun.

I know Mr. Chun.

You happy now? Cop can park in lot anytime cop want.

Mr. Chun, this is a health department citation.

It's got nothing to do with us.

I know my health inspector very well. My health inspector no make this problem.

I've got to tell you, sir.

If you're saying you paid off your regular health inspector

and now you're got a new honest one and that's why you got nailed,

that's a very corrupt, un-American attitude.

Eat maggot until you die.

I talked to Chanders over at First Strike.

So we may be neighbors. Forget World War III.

We could get up there for deer hunting season.

Neighbors, sneighbors. Deer, shmeer.

I'm the new sales rep of the entire eastern district.

And I got you to thank for my midlife career move, Sergeant.

Yes siree, this AM mortise was a journeyman dragging his tail

through the listless seas of a time honored

yet no growth industry.

This evening, take a look at this.

Mother Nature may get mugged, but you'll have yours.

Dipping in the jacuzzi, dining on your cuisine nouvelle,

a thousand feet beneath the fuss.

Damn, it's a vital product.

Excuse me. I'm Detective Belker.

I'm doing some investigating on a custody case.

I'd like some Xeroxes made, please.

-Detective. -Yes?

-Could I see you for a moment, please? -Sure.

I know you've taken an interest in the Karns case.

So before you spend any more time on it, I want to let you know where we stand.

Good. Where do we stand?

There's been tremendous negative reaction

up and down the floor to the hostage taking.

Ms. Forbes is devastated. She's asking for work leave.

And so Mr. Karns is not going to get his child?

A family court judge will make that decision, of course.

But your recommendation will be no, and the judge follows your recommendation.

Most of the time.

I just thought he was an okay guy, Mr. Karns.

He wasn't that okay. We have records going back.

Child support was always spotty

and up until eight years ago, he had a record of violent crimes.

Timothy goes to a foster home then?

Yes, for six months.

Maybe a year, and then there'll be another hearing set.

His mother is a doper.

His father may not last six months or a year.

You're the one who said he was okay, Detective.

He is okay. He is on the edge.

Why can't you understand that?

We do our best.

We'll be at the motel, Joe.

Frank, I owe you an apology.

That thing about the family not being not being a part.

It's just...

it's a lot of stuff.

I'm glad you're here.

I love you, Joey.

Look at your daddy.

-How is bibimbap? -Oh, very good. This is excellent.

-(burps) -Thanks.

-This is terrible. -Mr. Community Relations.

(chuckles)

Hey, you know where your dream came from,

-don't you? -Where?

Well, we started watching a show last night about Hiroshima.

Uh-uh, I fell asleep right when it came on.

Yeah, but I bet your brain absorbed it.

People do that. You know, they're still hearing when they drop off.

At least it's going away now. The anxiety is a lot less.

Yeah, well, look at it this way.

You didn't save the world today.

-(Phillip cackles) -But you saved a kid.

You're right. That's kind of dumb.

You know, I almost lost that kid.

'Cause I didn't think. It was like I was all screwed up.

Honey, could I hold on to Phillip?

Come on. Go see your daddy.

Oh. Oh, boy.

You know, I-I don't even know what's gonna happen to that other kid.

-Mick, stop. -Stop what?

Well, you're playing footsie.

I'm not.

-You're not? -No.

(screams)

You're a felon, Furillo.

Ma Barker's boys did it for their mom.

Furillo did it for his.

That my defense?

Sure.

-Will you retain me? -You bet.

My father was a stiff, cold man and I am.

Aren't I?

You want the answer to be yes?

You aren't.

You aren't your father.

Joey wanted to be just like our dad.

You know how some kids are?

Their old man's a god.

That was Joey his whole life.

But he was too sweet.

I was closer to the mold.

(phone rings)

Hello. Henry.

I just called to check in.

How'd it go?

Oh, I'm glad to hear it.

Yes, he passed on this morning.

No, they didn't.

No, it was... (voice breaks)

suicide.

Right, he was very sick. He was dying of cancer.

And apparently...

Yeah.

Thank you.

Good night.

Frank. Will you not be angry with me?

Before when Christina called,

you know she was in convent a year.

Mm-hmm.

I asked her a few things.

She said you could get a-a cranky old priest,

but mostly these days,

the church considers your whole life.

They don't condemn you for suicide.

-They don't? -Mm-mm.

-You know why? -No.

I thought it was...

kind of beautiful.

Because imagine...

a man jumps off a building.

Before he hits the ground, we'll never know for sure,

but he might have had a second thought.

I like that.

DOCTOR: The tumor is situated here

where I'm afraid surgery is not an option.

No cure?

Radiation therapy, chemotherapy.

Mr. Furillo, there will be pain.

We'll do our best with it.

Radiation therapy.

Chemotherapy.

Do our best with the pain.

(circus music playing)

(giggling)

(phone rings)

(sighs) Hello.

RONALD REAGAN (on phone): Mick, hi.

It's the president.

-Mr. President? -Right.

Mick, I got your message.

You were right to remind me, Mick.

We're going to destroy all the nuclear bombs.

It's high time.

We're making them into old Studebakers.

God, I love those cars.

The whole country thanks you for your suggestion, Mick.

(closing theme playing)