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Should be a quiet shift, Norm.

No appointments.

No major operations pending.

Don't give us a thought, Captain. (clears throat)

Oh, Inspector Scapizzi says, uh,

private design consultant may be visiting today.

-(knocks on door) -I will handle it.

-(door opens) -City comptroller for you, Captain,

line two.

-Frank... -I got it.

Go on.

(clears throat)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Lieutenant Buntz.

No, Captain's off for the day.

(clears throat) I'm in charge.

Yeah, sure, I'll hold.

(exhales)

Item nine. Item nine.

People, this being Portuguese American citizenship week,

be advised the city fathers have renamed Blackstone Avenue

in honor of the late, distinguished councilman from the 7th District.

Henceforth, traffic citations on the said thoroughfare shall read,

"Alberto Juarez Aguilera Avenue."

-(murmuring) -Alberto who?

Can you spell that for me?

No offense to our Portuguese brothers, Sarge,

but that is, uh, County Route 104, so couldn't we just write the ticket, uh,

"Happened on County Route 104"

instead of having to learn a foreign language that has glottal stops?

HOWARD: Community relations matter, Andrew.

Uh, you can take it up with Lieutenant Goldblume upon his return.

In regards to which item ten relates

in that both Lieutenant Goldblume and Captain Furillo

are hors de combat today.

Sitting on the orals examination panel for new lieutenants.

Taking station command Lieutenant Buntz.

-Buntz? -HOWARD: Assignments.

-First time for everything, babe. -Assignments are successful

buy and bust operation continues in the Jefferson corridor.

Uh, Mintz and Russo, keep up the good collars.

Bates, Flaherty, Aldrich, Jackson on backup.

Uh, Partnet called in sick this morning. So Butler rides with Kerwyn.

Oh, does Lieutenant want a word?

Yeah. (clears throat)

Yeah, if I could just have a minute here.

(coughs)

I, uh, I got some news, and it stinks.

-We're losing our overtime pay. -(all groaning)

-NORMAN: I know. -What?

It looks like we're going back to taking overtime and days off.

You're joking.

You know, I am the PBA representative, and this is an unconstitutional--

Hey, hey, hey. What's going on, Lieutenant?

Well, I just got off the horn with the city comptroller,

and it seems like there's a problem with our portion

in the state-wide asset forfeiture grant.

You mind translating that?

(sighs) All right, now, we all know that ever since Proposition 9 was passed,

that the-the city hasn't had the cash to put our overtime pay in the budget.

Which means that we've been using the money from the state program.

The city doles it out to each precinct,

uh, based on how much dope we pull in.

Now, it looked like we made our quota,

but them bean counters downtown say they made a mistake now.

They have now decided that the credit on that Mackler bust,

one quarter of a million worth of soda, goes to Division and not to us.

-(shouting) -NEAL: Hey, we made that case!

-We tailed Mackler for a month! -Division didn't come in till the end.

I'm not here to argue.

I mean, decision's final, and there's no appeal process.

Which means we are 130 grand short of our quota.

-When's the deadline? -Tonight.

-Goodbye greenbacks. -J.D.: You know what happened.

You know Division came up short on its quota and stiffed us.

-(murmuring) -They always do, lover.

All right, look, look. Uh, there may be a shot here.

I mean, 130 grand is just a drop in the ocean

of abusable substances out there.

Think about it.

Normal course of business, we want collars. Busts that stick.

Today...

we are looking to confiscate dope, period.

-MAN: Yeah, but, Lieutenant-- -Hypothetical--

you know a guy's dirty, you pop him.

Turns out probable cause to search won't hold up in court.

Unfortunate, but it happens, suspect walks.

But...

the contraband stays right here in custody.

-(murmuring) -You saying anything goes, Lieutenant?

Hey, hey, hey, I say that? Anybody hear me say that?

All I'm saying is we are 130 grand short of our quota,

and we got seven and one-third hours to do something about it.

-(cheering, shouting) -MAN: Let's get out of here.

All right!

Yeah! Come on!

(murmuring)

Dismissed.

WOMAN (on radio): Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See Surplus Store, corner People's Avenue and 124th Street.

(sirens wailing)

(theme music playing)

First, it's the moonlighting. Now, it's the overtime.

I just found this great apartment over on Riverton.

Built-in microwave, carpets, curtains, everything.

Daryl Ann is starting her own cooking business

-in order to make ends meet. -(exhales)

-I know. -I am supposed to be the breadwinner.

-This is deliberate... -I know.

...on the part of the city to deprive us of our manhood.

I'll tell you, man, the only thing I'm gonna worry about today is dope!

-Let's just take it easy. -No problem.

BOBBY: What do we got here, Renko?

(tires screech)

-(chatter) -(car door opens, closes)

Hold it right there! Get up against the wall right now!

-Get up against the wall! -(overlapping shouting)

-BOBBY: Spread your feet apart! -What's happening, man?

-You got some sort of warrant? -Shut up!

Now, we're looking for a man named Otis Jenks,

-have you seen him? -No.

-How about you, you seen him? -No, never heard of the dude, man!

-You are a liar! -Who is he?

I am looking for Otis Jenks!

If you see Otis Jenks, you tell him I'm looking for him, all right?

-You got that? -Yeah, okay, okay.

-Is this your stuff right here? -(overlapping shouting)

-Get out! -Get out! Get out!

-Get out of here! -Out, out!

Who in the hell is Otis Jenks?

Otis Jenks was one of my friends in third grade.

He had great big ears and big glasses on his face.

(revving)

What...

-That's my Norton. -Your Norton was stolen two years ago.

Don't tell me I don't know my own bike. That's my Norton.

-Renko-- -Come with me. Come with me!

-Come with me! Come with me! -Okay! Okay!

RENKO: Get off the car! Get off my car!

That's my Norton, I know it!

WOMAN: So, let's see this stuff. Hey.

(motorcycle engine revving)

Hey! We doing business here or what?

-Yes, patience, muchacha. -Come on, I'm busy.

Please, don't insult Carmello. This stuff's 85 percent pure, huh?

Final offer.

I'm telling ya, I'm too soft for this business.

Carmello would really like to party with you sometime!

Okay, guy in the long maroon coat, he's got my bills.

(tires screech)

You're under arrest. All right.

-On the top of the car. -It was that chick, right?

-She's a narc, huh? -Get them up there, sport.

I'm telling you, man.

PATRICK: Come on, let's go. Hands on the hood.

-Hey! Okay, okay, okay. -Come on.

-What have we got? -Blinded by ta-tas.

Yo, Lucy, you seen a motorcycle?

-What motorcycle? -RENKO: A Norton, a big Norton.

Purple stripe on the tank? (indistinct)

-RENKO: You got it. Now, where'd it go? -Turn on Naga, head north.

This guy's a righteous citizen. Take care of him.

-(indistinct) -You heard the man, huh?

-Watch your noggin. -Whoa.

Okay, men. That's the spirit, Shuster.

-Yeah, going good, Lieutenant. -Sixty percent pure.

Sixty percent? Come on, that stuff's better than that.

That's 6.4 grams at 60 percent...

Five-hundred 72 dollars.

Five-hundred and 72.

Lieutenant?

Yeah, you getting everything you need there, Wally?

I know a court room evidence bag when I see one.

This dope came from your own property cage.

You can even see the staple marks where the evidence tag has been removed.

No. (sniffs)

Looks like you're right, Wally.

Dede, you put this back where it came from,

and you report to my office immediately.

-Yes, sir. -(whispers) I thought it would work.

-Uh-huh. -(clears throat)

Uh, you can understand the men are a little excited is all.

Friendly scales now, Wally.

Black tar heroin.

Glut on the market at present.

Book value way down.

Little lady's name is Walter Panavich.

Caught her dealing outside of cut-rate lingerie store.

(low voice) Come on, give a guy some credit. It's a marketing gimmick.

I'm straighter than you.

I'll take the merchandise to weigh-in, lover.

Mm.

Neal, how many times do I have to tell you lavender is not your color?

Stop!

I'm telling you the truth, people.

LUCY: Yeah? If you're such a big snitch with Division,

what are you doing out there dealing on the street?

Well, you know about the economy.

Man's gotta have two jobs to make ends meet.

-(chuckles) -Phone call won't hurt, Luce.

Come on, Captain Hartman will vouch for me, I swear.

You can let me off with a warning, huh?

I got no time for this, Sid, will you file a report?

If only life were that simple, but some of what was stolen

wouldn't look particularly wholesome in a police report, you know?

Hey, hey, hey, you wasting my time to tell me

that somebody took some hot goods from your place?

-I was holding it for somebody. -Drop off the earth, Sid.

Wait a minute. Don't you want to hear the explanation, Norm?

I got to pull it--

Um, Lieutenant, weekly 147 report, Lieutenant.

-(Norman clears throat) -(paper rustles)

Raymond, you've been doing this job long enough.

Show some initiative, huh?

Norm--

Look, I am gonna close my eyes now, Sidney.

And when I open them up, you are gonna be a thing of the past.

-Why? What-- -Right there.

-Come on, what is this? Norm. -Out, Sid.

I understand you're in charge, Lieutenant.

-Yeah. -I'm working with PMR. My name is--

You're in charge? Excuse me.

You've made it to the top, Norm, is that what I'm hearing?

-Goodbye, Sid. -I knew that you could do it.

It's only fair. It's only what you deserve.

Sidney Thurston always backs the right horse.

-Congratulations. -Out now.

Yeah, sure, right.

Is this the way you're gonna treat the little people?

The friends who helped you get where you're going?

Get out.

-All right. Think about it. -Out. Now.

He's just, uh, he's just some creep.

Now, so, uh, you were saying?

Planning and research division. I'm consulting for them.

I'm Lori Tuttle, design efficiency expert.

I'll need a couple of hours with you

to go over color schemes, swatches, floor plans.

Whoa, uh, we're a little busy today.

It's a prototype study, Lieutenant. How color influences environment.

Design determines decision.

Uh, Sergeant Hunter, uh, could you come here a minute?

-This is, uh... -Lori Tuttle.

-We've met. -Good.

Take care of her, Sergeant, all right?

Shall we start with the tour, Miss Tuttle?

Uh, Lieutenant, have you reviewed the Panavich bust this morning?

I've been a little busy, Miss Davenport.

You tell me, where Detectives LaRue and Washington have probable cause

to search the purse Mr. Panavich was carrying?

(sighs) Looks murky.

Murky? Try outrageous.

-I intend-- -Raymond.

-Sir? -Kick Mr. Panavich.

Yes, sir.

Hate to waste tax-payer's money on bad police work. Anything else?

Carmello, bad news.

What did Captain Hartman say?

His exact words...

"Carmello's a hump. Let him rot."

Cops, they break your heart every time.

(chattering)

(siren wailing in distance)

Hold it! Police!

(growls)

-(growls) -Fetch!

MICK: Okay, kid, hold it right there.

I said hold it!

Okay, kid.

(grunts) Come here!

What are you doing? I'm a police officer.

-Let me go, garbage face! -Get down there.

(screams)

(grunts)

You bit me!

(grunts)

Thirty-five seconds.

-Forty. -They're slipping.

Used to be we'd have got the call by now.

WOMAN (on radio): Attention, units, vicinity 418 Hudson.

Caller reporting sounds of a struggle. Apartment 102.

They left out the woman screaming.

Detectives Washington and LaRue responding.

-(knocking on door) -J.D.: Police, open up!

We got a report someone's hurt.

MAN: Come on!

The fight must be in the other room, Neal.

All right, gentlemen, hands up! Come on! Let me see the hands!

-(metal clanking) -God rest my soul, Neal,

it's Stevie Doran.

Uh-huh. Must have stuffed the victim in the closet.

Neal, I believe there are controlled substances on the premises.

-You ain't got no warrants! -Warrants?

We're answering a distress call. Oh, oh, oh, my, look it.

A cocaine burrito.

This will never hold up, you scum wad!

Your friend suffer from high blood pressure?

-Huh, Stevie? -Come on.

I've often felt that a camouflage motif would fit nicely in here.

By the way, Miss Tuttle,

did I mention that I designed the... (indistinct) uniform?

-Several times, Sergeant. -All right.

-Last name. -I already gave you this.

Spell it.

Brazoni.

B-R-A-Z-O-N-I.

(typewriter clacking)

-First name. -Fetch.

-You got a dog's first name? -That's what they call me.

Something to do with biting people maybe?

What's your real first name?

Louis. Louis Brazoni Junior.

How's Louis Senior gonna take the news we got you down here?

-Let me know when you find him. -(telephone rings)

Detective Belker.

That's right, Mrs. Brazoni.

You gotta come down here to sign your son out of custody.

Well, what time do you get off work at the diner, Mrs. Brazoni?

You don't get off work until six o'clock?

Can I talk to her?

Hi, Ma?

It's nothing.

Don't worry about me, okay?

I'll be fine.

Did you take your Empirin?

You mind?

You ran out of medicine?

Sure you just didn't leave it in the kitchen?

You do that a lot.

Yes, you do, Ma.

Now, listen, tell that creep Robinson

not to make you work on the busiest tables.

Gotta take time off your feet.

Okay. Me too.

So, what do I do till six, make license plates?

(chattering)

J.D.: Well?

-Forty-four thousand two hundred. -Hey, hey, hey!

-We got a new total, folks. -(chattering)

$44,200.

-(cheering) -Thank you, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, overtime pay, here we come.

MAN: All right! Yeah! Good.

I understand you got a special detail this afternoon.

Yeah, I got a 406 on Dekker at 1300 hours.

Thirteen-hundred?

-704 for you to sign, Lieutenant. -Oh, good.

Down here, sir.

Yeah, I-I can read.

-Uh, Lieutenant. -Inspector Scapizzi.

-You got a minute? -Yeah, sure.

(sighs) Look, if this is about all the activity in the street--

You met a Miss Tuttle this morning, Lieutenant?

(scoffs) Ditz with all the wallpaper swatches, yeah.

I, uh, got her the job.

Of course. What do I know about interior design, right?

I mean, she's probably real good at what she does.

Ooh, she is. Yeah.

I met her a few weeks ago, and she's very...

impressive.

So, how can I help you, Inspector?

Well, Lori-- Miss Tuttle, called me this morning.

And she was a little teed off

because she wasn't dealing with the man in charge.

I sort of promised her she'd be given priority.

Listen...

we hardly know each other at all, Norm,

but if you just gave her an hour or so of your time,

it would mean a lot to me.

And it could mean a lot to you too someday.

Capisce?

Say no more, Inspector.

Oh... forget interior design, Lieutenant.

We're talking architecture.

(door opens)

BOBBY: Come on, cowboy, let's just get back to the station

and log all this junk in, okay?

Oh, my Lord, that's my bike.

(tires screeching)

That's my bike!

Man, don't change please, light.

Ugh! Do not change. Please don't change.

-(gun cocks) -Hey, dude, that's my bike!

-Thank you, Sergeant. -MAN: Yes, sir.

-(door opens, closes) -Uh, Lee Taylor is next.

-I'll call him. -Oh, just a moment, Lieutenant.

First, I want to pass on this conversation I had

-with Chief Daniels. -Concerning?

Well, you saw that Sunday magazine piece

about how we're falling short on minority promotions?

Only three Blacks have made lieutenant in the past two years.

Well, chief's pretty upset about that situation.

Translation, Daniels wants the press off his back.

Where are you going with this, Mike?

Lee Taylor is a good man.

He also has the highest written score of any minority candidate we're seeing today.

Are you suggesting we give Taylor special consideration?

What is this, Frank?

Your departments subversive gonna cause trouble again?

I think it's a legitimate question.

All right. All I'm saying is I think you'll be impressed.

Okay? Huh?

But it wouldn't hurt to keep the big picture in mind, Frank.

Sergeant Taylor.

Ah, every lunch break should be like this.

-It's a great way to diet. -I'm still starving.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

(moaning)

Patrick. Patrick!

We gotta get back out on the street.

-We'll never make our quota. -Work!

Work! Work!

Ugh!

Hey, listen, how about a movie tonight?

I told you no.

How come you don't wanna be seen with me?

Patrick.

You know, maybe-maybe I should play a little harder to get, huh?

Respect myself.

I mean, I could go out with individuals

who don't mind being seen with me in public.

Maybe you oughta.

I'm just kidding around.

I just don't think it's such a great idea for us to...

be seen together yet.

Cops go to the movies together all the time.

It doesn't mean anything.

Isn't it a nice day out, Patrick?

-So sunny. -Yeah.

Okay.

That's good, huh?

What'd you say is in it?

This is anchovies and cream cheese.

So, what's the deal, this nice guy routine?

Somebody bites me, I take an interest.

-Right. -This guy you work for, Demetrius.

You keep running with him, you're gonna wind up dead, kid.

Oh, I get it. You want to setup Demetrius.

Well, let's get something straight. I'm no rat.

Demetrius may be cheap,

in fact, I know he's holding out on me, but--

Look, Demetrius is the bad guy. I'm the good guy.

It's time you started learning the difference.

Help me nail him. I can help you.

Yeah, how? You gonna give me money?

No, I'm gonna help you in court.

I'm a juvenile. They can't touch me.

They can if I add assaulting a police officer to the charges, kid.

I'm no rat.

No, you're not. You're a dog. You bite people.

Color of neon will dramatize the urban spectrum

of crime and violence of life.

-Your input, Lieutenant? -My input?

-Keep it a police station. -(chuckles)

Michelangelo designed a bathroom.

Uh, you lost me.

We must shed our preconceptions about space.

I mean, when Michelangelo looked at a bathroom,

he didn't see a bathroom.

-He saw opportunity. -Do you want to see our bathrooms?

Is it all women or just me you refuse to take seriously, Lieutenant?

I was, uh, being serious.

You're wanted in interrogation A, Lieutenant.

Great. Excuse me.

You're done! You're over! Both of you!

Careful, Winston, you're gonna stroke out.

-Yeah? -You got a problem?

You got a disaster, Buntz.

We busted a dope dealer, Lieutenant. This guy was with him.

Winston. Detective, first grade. You can check me out with Division.

Your playmates here stiffed a call.

-A rookie stunt -All right, slow down.

They made a phony distress call and answered it themselves.

-Is that right? -Yes, sir.

-I'm shocked. -Cut the crap, Buntz.

Yeah, I know all about you.

And I know what's going down here today.

And your butt is gonna be in a sling!

All right, you lighten up, Winston, huh?

Kick him with the dealer. Make it look right.

Yeah, I got a major action going down this afternoon.

And if you clowns have screwed it up, I'm coming back here for your badges!

Jeepers.

-(door opens) -Yeah?

(telephone ringing)

We haven't finished our conversation, Lieutenant.

For now we have. I'm very busy, all right?

Assuming you've never seen an injunction before, Lieutenant,

I'm going to explain exactly what this means.

It's obvious from this morning's cases

that you have condoned a systematic pattern

of illegal searches and seizures.

-I merely informed the men-- -In signing this,

Judge Walton calls the evidence against you overwhelming.

-Look-- -Further arrests without probable cause

could lead to criminal charges and punitive damages

of no less than $1,500 per incident.

-(scoffs) -In short, Lieutenant, the circus is over.

We have a situation, Miss Davenport.

I know all about your situation, Lieutenant.

But the Bill of Rights wasn't invented for your convenience.

Looks like you have plenty of time now, Lieutenant.

(sighs)

FRANK: Uh, let's take another hypothetical, Sergeant.

You have an officer close to retirement who's become unproductive.

One day he shows up with liquor on his breath.

-What do you do? -You say he's nearing retirement?

Well, a young guy like me in charge, he's not gonna be so receptive.

That might be a problem for you at your age.

It's a tough situation.

I agree, Sarge.

HENRY: But how would it shake down at the station?

Guy like that freeloading. Probably drunk to boot.

I had this partner once who liked to slack off.

And it made my job twice as hard.

So what you're suggesting is that most likely this officer

would be dumping work off onto others which would cause...

-bitterness, lower morale. -Yes, sir, that's right.

What would you do to remedy the situation?

Well, I could try talking to him.

You mean put pressure on him with disciplinary measures?

Yes, sir, I guess I could threaten to discontinue the guy's pension.

It's a good thought.

But why give the guy a black mark unnecessarily?

Why not suggest counseling first?

Well, I-I guess I...

I could do both.

First counseling, then disciplinary action if that didn't work.

Well, we've already kept you ten minutes over, Sergeant.

I wanna thank you for your patience, and the results will be up tonight.

Thank you, sir.

SERGEANT: Next candidate, Lieutenant?

(door opens, closes)

WALLY: Sorry, Lieutenant, really thought you were gonna make it.

It ain't over.

We got you till the end of the shift, Wally.

You keep your butt screwed to that chair.

(indistinct chatter)

Wanton violation of rights. We didn't violate any rights.

Apparently, we're the only ones who didn't.

Well, let's go back to the street and make some more good busts.

Yeah, $30,000 worth in three hours? I don't know about that.

If you think you can just dodge me all day, you're wrong.

-No, you're wrong, lady. -I was promised access.

Hey, access this, Miss Tuttle. You are out of my life! Raymond!

Raymond, you see to it that Miss Tuttle here gets shown around the station, okay?

She needs coffee, you get her coffee.

She needs to get in somewhere, you get her in there.

But if you let her get anywhere near me,

I will not be responsible for the consequences.

(exhales)

Another heroic effort sabotaged by intellectual pygmies.

-(trash can lid thuds) -SID: Excuse me, Sarge.

That's life, huh, Norm?

You're flying high in April, you're shot down in May.

-You just solved my problem, Sid. -I did?

Yeah. I've been wanting to kill somebody all day.

Norm, wait. I happen to be here to help.

-I got a plan. -What is it with you?

For you.

$40? I'm touched, Sid. This will really help.

Look at the bills, Norman.

(sighs)

Same serial number.

-These ain't bad. -Don't I know it.

I used to have a whole steamer trunk full.

This is what was stolen from your apartment, counterfeit 20s?

What do I know? Somebody talked.

The point is, I can get back to the source, Norm.

Three Gs gets you 30 Gs worth of funny money.

Which nets you 30 Gs worth of dope through me.

Which puts you over the top.

Of course, you gotta consider my finder's fee in this.

Don't move.

Which amount you will accept pending appraisal this afternoon.

Thank you very much.

Andrew J. Renko will be there with bells on.

Bobby Hill, don't ever let me say anything bad about an insurance company again.

Because once I refund that 800 bucks they gave me when the bike was stolen,

I get back the title to my Norton.

And where are you gonna come up with $800 without cash overtime, hmm?

Maybe I'll borrow it from Daryl Ann.

(laughing) Carmello.

-Hey, Sid. -Oh, look at this.

Well, judging from the circumstances,

this means you don't have the deuce you owe me.

I wanted to talk to you about that.

-Hey, you complaining, Stevie? -Hey, Winston.

Winston, it's me, Carmello, man.

Carmello, you know this guy?

-Yeah, he's a cop. -Sit down here.

Forget it, Sid. They won't authorize the buy money.

This injunction's put bugs in everybody's shorts.

It's all right, Norm. Time for plan B.

This belong to you, Lieutenant?

Oh, yeah, I told him he could sit outside if he didn't bother anyone.

Caught him trying to lift this from Wally downstairs.

Big deal.

It's all right, Lenny, I can handle this. Thank you.

Is this where you get out the rubber hose?

Shut up!

So how did you pal here happen to know who Division's gonna pop this afternoon?

Carmello happens to be an important source.

Meaning he was hanging out at Division

-when he overheard something. -Exactly.

Now, what I am proposing is,

in exchange for terms to be discussed, Norm,

you get to use my compadre's information to steal a major bust

out from under Division's nose.

I hate to say it, the guy makes sense.

Winston said he had a major action going down this afternoon.

Okay, Carmello, let's hear the where and when.

Eh, eh, eh, terms, Norm.

If the information pays off, Carmello's kicked.

And I get my deuce back.

Plus $50 for interceding in this matter.

-Okay? -Go.

The where and when.

Well, I got the who. It's Bramsen, Jaime Bramsen.

Forget it, man. Bramsen's small time.

I don't know, J.D. I always said that he was connected high up.

Just could never make him on anything big.

All right, listen, find Bramsen and stay on his tail.

We're gonna have to have probable cause this time around, but it's worth a shot.

We're running out of cards.

-All right, Lieutenant. -Yeah.

All right, listen, if you're jerking our chains here, Carmello,

you both will be making permanent imprints in the sidewalk.

Jeez, Norm, have a little faith.

Ah, news of the day, 45 minutes after downing two crullers and a large coffee,

Jaime Bramsen's on the move again.

I'm telling you, Neal,

-Bramsen's nothing. -(horn honks)

Hey, hey, hold on, J.D.

Hey, maybe that's why we could never get nothing dirty on Bramsen.

He makes his deals on the move.

(tires screech)

J.D.: I don't believe that van came to a complete stop.

-(police siren wailing) -Do you, Neal?

(car door closes)

Police officers. Can I see your driver's license, please?

-What for? -Running a stop sign.

What's that you got in the back?

You freeze, Bramsen.

Looks like we found ourselves a pharmaceutical company on wheels.

-(tires screech) -(glass shatters)

Damn it! Take Bramsen now.

-You're a cop. -Yeah, and you're busted.

-(siren wailing) -(tires screech)

(police siren wailing)

Come on! Get out of there!

-(explosion) -Let me go, Neal!

There's a half a million dollars in dope in there.

-I can get it. -Hey, no, man, it's gone!

It's gone! It's too late, man. It's too late.

Move it!

Satisfied, you stupid bastard?!

-Is this one an OD, Hal? -Cocaine.

You got no right to bring me here.

What's the matter? You never saw a dead body before?

Plenty. Rolled a few, too.

Another one, Hal.

(door opens)

Hey, come on.

Eighteen years old.

Died from hypoxia from cocaine poisoning.

(rustles, thuds)

(blanket rustles)

Maybe you know her, too.

-Does she look familiar to you? -Hey, let me go.

-Come on, the smells making me sick. -Seventeen years old.

Developed an abscess from a dirty needle.

Amputated her arm. Died of subsequent infection.

-Enough! -No, that's not enough.

(blanket rustles)

HAL: Burn victim.

But drug related.

Nineteen years old. Nodded out on his cigarette

after ingesting a variety of narcotics and alcohol.

No more!

That make you feel good about what you're doing? Huh?

Does that make you feel like a man?

-Stop! -Is that the way you want to go out?

I'm gonna be sick!

It was in my hands, Neal, in my hands.

Did all we could, lover.

(chuckles)

Did you catch the expression on Winston's face? (chuckles)

That was something anyway.

Hey, listen, sorry what happened, guys.

Hey, it was a good tip, man.

You guys are terrific, you know that? I'll tell you something.

From now on when I got something, I'm coming to you. (laughs)

-Hey, Carmello. -Hey, how you doing, Sid?

Let's you and me have a friendly chat about territorial boundary, all right?

Lieutenant, could we talk for a moment, please?

I thought I made it clear we're not talking.

I won't cause you any problems. Promise.

All right, come on.

(telephone ringing)

Oh, the work goes on, people.

Detective Belker requested backup, Sergeant.

Oh, Lord, Bobby, it's that insurance adjustor

tried to hook me into that scam with my Chevy.

-What are you talking about? -The insurance adjustment.

The mechanic with the fraud.

(chuckles) We meet again, Officer Renko.

Harold Sturkle, Perennial Casualty.

Mr. Sturkle, given the dubious nature of our last transaction,

I am appalled you have the nerve to show up here.

Oh, on the contrary. I leaped at the chance to handle this case.

Okay, it's what, $800 minus the depreciation, right?

Wrong.

I did some extensive research, Officer.

That Norton is now classified as a, uh, vintage motorcycle.

-Virtual museum piece. -Well, I know that.

(stutters) It's a high performance--

For which full compensation present value comes to, uh...

$3,500.

$3,500?

Oh, problem?

-You can't do this. -We hold title.

-You're trying to stick me. -What goes around comes around.

I've circulated your file. The price is set.

Mr. Sturkle, I am gonna call your superiors,

and I'm gonna tell them what you're tried to do with my Chevy.

Go ahead.

Your mechanic is prepared to testify

that you thought the whole thing up yourself.

Look, now, don't you think we can make some kind of a deal here?

A bribe? Officer, are you offering me a bribe?

Shut up Shut up!

-I'm gonna kill you! -Renko! Renko!

I think it's time for you to leave, sir.

I'll send around a truck in the morning.

Oh, and, uh, have a nice day now.

(whistles)

What are we doing down here?

(sighs)

When you yelled at me, Lieutenant,

no one has ever talked that way to me before, ever.

Look, things were getting a little out of hand.

I liked it.

What?

I'd like for you to yell at me again, Norm.

What is this, uh, some kind of move?

You stirred something deep inside of me.

Lady... (clears throat) forget about it.

You don't know what you're missing, Norm.

Early retirement for starters.

Lee Taylor.

I give him a 95.

What?

He'll make a fine lieutenant.

His answers were vague. Tentative at best.

He was nervous. He's got an excellent record.

Agreed, but I don't think this man is ready for command.

And 95 is way out of line for his performance here.

You're out line, Lieutenant.

Now, come on. What is it with you?

I thought you were the big liberal in the department, huh?

I'm here to give fair evaluations,

-not be a rubber stamp for Chief Daniels. -Gentlemen--

Oh, yeah, well, look, nobody could ever accuse you

of going out of your way to make the department look good,

now could they, Goldblume?

This shouldn't be a political process.

Oh, I get it.

Now that you got your people in, huh?

You wanna pull the ladder in after you, is that it?

-My people? -FRANK: Cut it out.

Uh, I think Taylor was nervous.

And he was open to suggestions and eager to learn.

Yeah, he's a nice guy.

Since when is that a criteria for promotion?

Well, if we bypass Taylor,

we may just widen the gap between Black and White.

It'd discourage others from applying

who might think they're not gonna get a fair shake.

So you admit this is a political process.

I believe Taylor would make a good lieutenant.

I also believe this department's lost some credibility.

And I think it's our obligation to give minorities every break possible,

short of violating our own standards.

And what about our obligations to the other guys?

Your score, Lieutenant?

I think this warrants further discussion.

As presiding officer of these proceedings, I'm calling the vote.

-Eighty. -Frank.

FRANK: Ninety.

Combined with his written,

that should put Taylor right in line for promotion this year.

Okay. David Dunbar.

Flaherty and Sergeant Bates. That's an affirmative.

Yeah, we did it! This is gonna put us over the top for sure.

Got the champagne cooling back at the station.

(car door opens)

-PATRICK: Okay, that wraps it up. -(car door closes)

-Let's head home. -(police siren wailing)

You were right about Demetrius holding out on you.

Had ten grand in cash along with the dope.

Cheap, like I said.

You did the right thing.

So, can I go now?

Yeah, you can go, Louis.

-Fetch. -Okay, Fetch.

-Seventy-two percent purity. -(clicks)

-28,240. -We're short?

-Eh, we're still short. -1,760 lousy dollars.

-No, no, that's gotta be wrong. -Come on, Wally.

We're less than two grand, all right?

-Give us a break here, will you? -As much as I would like to--

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you save it for your pointy-headed friends downtown.

What is it, Raymond?

-You told me to take Miss Tuttle anywhere. -Yes, right.

We were in the property cage, sir, and, well, she was measuring dimensions,

and I had to move a few boxes out of the way.

And as I did, I observed her

remove a few packages of evidence behind my back.

Drugs? I'm not sure.

-I could be mistaken. -Out of my way.

Grab her, Sergeant!

-Hey! -Whoa, wait a minute.

Whoa, that sample case a little heavy, Miss Tuttle?

Book her.

Frankly, Miss Tuttle, I'm disappointed.

Oh, go to hell.

You think I'd fall for the same trick again, Lieutenant?

I told you, the lady stole that from our property cage.

She's being booked right now. Which makes that fresh evidence.

This cocaine has already been counted towards your quota.

You're asking me to count the same evidence twice.

It is the same drugs, it is not the same evidence.

We are talking about two totally different crimes

for which that soda happens to be the property in question.

-Three-thousand one-- -(cheering)

(chanting) Wally! Wally! Wally!

-We did it, Lieutenant. -Yeah.

Hey, we got our overtime pay!

Yet this world is not a fair or a kind place to all, Bobby Hill.

Captain Furillo's calling, Lieutenant.

Probably to congratulate you, Lieutenant.

Judas, you'd think our tanks were rolling through the streets of Hanoi.

Some of the men got a little carried away, Captain,

but I think this injunction was really uncalled for.

No, sir, I never said that. 1400 hours tomorrow?

(scoffs) Captain, I'm not world's fastest typist.

All right, the report will be on your desk.

-Line four, Lieutenant. -Oh.

(exhales) Lieutenant Buntz.

Hello, Inspector.

She gave us no choice.

I know, sir,

but, uh, we caught her stealing dope from our property cage.

It's hard to overlook a felony, Inspector.

No, we can't. She's already been booked,

and the evidence has been logged and counted.

-Well, that's not the way I saw it. -(knocks on door)

Yeah, same to you, Scapizzi.

(telephone slams)

Belker's bust looks solid.

I just wanted you to know

I'm not looking to overturn based on the injunction.

You made your quota.

And you know what, Miss Davenport?

I didn't see any court houses falling down.

I didn't hear any decent citizens complaining.

That's why the city hires people like me, Lieutenant.

To keep a lid on people like you.

(clears throat)

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

BOBBY: Cowboy, you gotta listen to me.

RENKO: It's the only way, pal.

We're talking felonious destruction of property, man.

Uh-uh.

That insurance company, they don't know what condition this bike's in.

-All they know is that they recovered it. -You are not thinking straight.

Bobby...

inside this machine there breathes a soul.

A soul that I have given life to through nurturing and care.

People like that insurance maggot, all they see is dollar signs.

In their hands, this will suffer neglect and abuse, and rust.

I ain't gonna let that happen.

(engine revs)

All right, fly free, my old friend!

Let the wind always whistle through the handlebars!

(keys jangle)

What's wrong with me, Frank?

I take stand on principle,

and here I am a couple hours later and you know what I'm asking myself?

-What? -I'm asking myself, "Am I a racist?"

To which I know the answer, I think.

-Which is that I'm not. -No argument there.

Yeah.

I felt the pressure from Daniels, and I resented it.

Resented being told what to do.

-Yes. -Henry.

Just because you're told to do something, doesn't mean it's the wrong thing to do.

-Earth to Patrick. -What?

I'm sorry. What?

You feel like a movie?

I was just gonna go home, make dinner for Fabian.

-We could still make the 8:00. -I don't know, Luce.

I don't feel too good.

Okay, I can take a hint.

Nah, really, really. I don't feel too hot.

-So maybe next week we'll go. -Absolutely.

-NEAL: Hey, fellas. -Hey, Washington.

A couple of seats right here. Hey, what's with him?

Lost a friend. (whistles)

-Hey, Jack. -JACK: Yeah?

Put another order of onion rings on my tab.

-JACK: You got it. -After all, we're rich, right?

Hey, that's right.

Drinks all around!

For everybody.

A toast to Lieutenant Buntz.

-Wherever he is. -Yeah.

What's this, Norm?

Drinking alone on your night of triumph?

(blows raspberry)

There's no triumph.

Furillo's gonna have my head for breakfast.

I'm in a jackpot with Scapizzi.

What the heck am I wasting my breath on you for?

-Innkeeper. -MAN: Yes, sir.

A double of your 12-year-old scotch for this man here.

Coming right up.

Come on, Norm. You gotta look on the positive side of things.

Today you were a hero with your men.

(footsteps approaching)

MAN: Here it is.

Thanks.

Oh, wait a minute.

Let me see that 20.

SID: Just wanna see you happy, Norm.

(closing theme playing)