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(siren wails)

(indistinct chattering)

MAN: I don't want anybody in here.

Yes, Captain.

One male infant, two female minors, about a 30-year-old male and female,

and an elderly couple.

-All in the same room? -They're all over the house.

Hell shot out of the place.

(chatter on radio)

Neighbor called it in.

Didn't see any faces, but he's sure it was gangs.

This is Captain Furillo.

I wish I had seen what happened better, Captain.

I understand. We appreciate your calling it in.

MAN: This is a terrible thing.

This is a good, Christian family.

I-I don't know why those gang boys would bother them.

You're sure it was gangs.

Oh, I-I seen the outfits they was wearing.

Two of them coming out.

That's a family inside. That's seven lives gone.

You want night shift to stay on this, Captain?

We'll take care of it.

(helicopter whirs)

(all yelling)

What is it? What do you want?

For you to make a mistake would be nice.

All right, do you see this? This is a search warrant.

We're looking for weapons or any kind of evidence

connected with the crime at 133 Timpkin.

-Hey, hey, toss the place. -The drawer's empty.

-I said toss the freakin' place! -(clattering)

All right, now we're gonna talk.

Item the last, people, a cautionary from Division.

It seems that some bunco players have come into possession

of the membership rolls of the policemen's auxiliary,

and they're peddling bogus discount packets

for Hawaiian vacations, lest our spouses be gulled.

Um... and that's it.

Let's have a safe shift.

Thanks, Sarge.

-(coughs) -Robert.

Uh, Sarge, about Andy's and my assignment.

I was wondering if maybe we could do follow-up

on the Timpkin Street shootings.

Oh, I understand the impulse, Robert,

but we're responsible to the entire precinct.

What's this?

Um, I was just trying to get us reassigned to the Timpkin Street shootings.

Yeah. If Officer Hill don't mind, I'd just as soon do our routine patrol.

-Sector four? -Yeah, section four.

That's what you assigned us, right? We were sitting right there.

-You said, "sector four." -That's right.

That's right. Okay, let's do it.

SI's 30% completed on the house.

No usable prints as of yet.

We have one witness. He saw Blood colors, no faces.

Nothing on a warrant search of Blood headquarters

or a site interrogation of the gang members.

So we're conducting a door-to-door canvas for possible further witnesses.

In other words, we're no place.

"The Massacre of the Innocents."

You know, I don't think that's incendiary, Frank.

I think that's exactly what the public feels.

Henry, don't we have charges pending against Alfred Williams?

FLETCHER: Who's Alfred Williams?

I just popped him on a stolen-check beef. He's a gang kid?

He's 80% out. I've been working on getting him out.

Suppose we deal down his charges in order to get his cooperation.

Look, I've got $2,800 left for witness compensation.

All of it is available for a bust in this.

I just don't want to spend the next two weeks

watching them recycle this headline, Frank.

(door slams)

Give me a sec with the captain, Norm.

Yeah.

I worked two years with that kid, Frank.

He's charged with a felony.

He says he's innocent.

Henry, I have seven people killed and not that much of a lead.

Maybe Williams can give us some evidence.

Let's let him decide whether or not he wants to cooperate.

Norman. Will you work with Henry on this deal down?

Sure thing, Captain.

You don't trust me to carry out your orders?

Detective Buntz was the arresting officer on the stolen-check charge.

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 think Delacroce has only one "L."

All right, let me see if we got to redo the warrant.

-"Aloha" is the island greeting. -Aloha.

-Undercover with Belker, huh? -Yep.

-See how quick I figured that out? -(laughs)

I'll make detective myself one day, am I right?

-(sniffs) -What's up?

Oh, yeah, I know-- I know we can't say anything like that...

that, uh-- that we're seeing each other, but I just wanted you to know, uh...

-You know I dig you. -Patrick...

-Right. -Cool it.

No, you're right. You're right.

Hey! Check out the new bantam bake.

-Come on. -Yeah.

(indistinct chattering)

What you're looking at is heat sensitized and voice activated.

You with me?

-Heat-sensitize selects the category. -(beeps)

Just put your hand on the picture of the food,

as in pastry, sandwich, fruit, whatever,

and your particular selection is voice activated,

-as in "donut." -(beeps)

(swooshes)

Ah! (laughs) That's marvelous!

-May I? -Yeah.

Of course, Why they put a state-of-the-art machine in a battle zone

is something you have to ask my superiors about.

Pearls before swine, Irv.

All right, now, I put my money in, and I-I've selected my product area.

-Pastry, right? -Yeah.

Now just tell it what you want.

-Please give me a donut. -No, no.

You don't have to be polite. It only hears the one key word.

(swooshing)

(chuckling) Hey, look at that!

Gee, that really is a modern miracle, Irv.

Yeah. Rube Goldberg's got the patent.

Heat-sensitize, and you voice-activate.

It's-it's kind of like watching an elephant pick up a pea.

Yeah. I expect sarcasm from you, LaRue.

-This thing got Twinkies? -Yeah.

Just put your hand on the category. Pastry.

I've only got two quarters.

Go ahead. It'll make the change.

-Now say what you want. -(beeps)

Twinkies.

(swooshing)

Whoa! Jackpot!

Winner! Winner! Whoa!

You guys see what I'm seeing? Machine's fallen in love.

-(laughs) -Yeah, if I didn't know any better,

I'd offer it a cigarette.

-MAN: Yeah. -Anybody want a Twinkie?

(indistinct chattering)

(machine beeps)

Now she'll act like she doesn't know you from Adam.

Okay, okay, what's bugging you?

You should have consulted me.

You don't volunteer us for duty without consultation.

You're right. You're right. I-I apologize.

We do not go looking for trouble, Bobby Hill,

and if you don't understand that on a day

when seven people get killed sleeping in their own beds,

I don't know how to begin to explain it to you.

Maybe what if it had been Daryl Ann and the baby?

Yeah, exactly.

Let's see what's happening with this methadone clinic.

-I hate this job. -(tires screech)

Hey!

-Hey, hey, hey. -(clamoring)

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold it!

-The both of you! -Hey, hey, hey, hey!

-Now, what is going on? Now, what? -Nothing!

You. You... (indistinct)

-Why is this big guy hitting on you? -'Cause he's a jerk, man!

'Cause he and the guy he works for, he's selfish!

(crying) Oh, jeez!

(whimpers) Look at this here.

I hope you're happy with yourself, Jaden!

-You don't pay for it, you don't use it. -(chuckles)

All right, let's go, gentlemen. Time to make your deposits.

-MAN: All right. -Come on.

Got something to do with the methadone clinic?

Got something to do with people being selfish.

Ones who don't trust other people one day to the next!

-Shut up! -Don't touch him!

Hey, you! Yeah, you!

(yelling indistinct) You selfish man!

-Hey! Hey, you! -Me?

-You! Up against the alley wall! -(groans)

-Come on. -MAN: Where we going?

We're going to find out what's going on here.

What is that in there?

What you want with me, man? I didn't do nothing!

Reach in your pocket with your right hand. Let me see your ID right now.

RENKO: Lean up against the wall right here and spread them now.

See? This is what you get for being greedy, man!

This is what you get for not showing a little generousness.

Shut up!

You know, this is a familiar odor that I am trying not to place.

WOMAN: Yeah, he's the one! He did it!

He sells them filthy stuff! I'm sick of it!

Do you know what this is, Bobby?

You know what product I think this merchant is dealing in?

-What? -WOMAN: Can you see where he hides it?

He hides it up here!

The pig! And I am sick of it!

Please, ma'am, don't do...

-That. -MAN: Nice shot!

Oh, cowboy.

-MAN: Hey, man! -(MEN LAUGHING)

I kept telling myself, "He's street level. You've already got him on multiple sells."

But then he'd start to hit me again with this success rap,

"I'm on my way up. We're gonna do pounds."

So I tell myself, "See where it goes."

Well, you got to trust that.

-Check this out. -"Make a million before you're 40."

He gave you this?

-Hi, Ronnie. -What is it? What's good?

How you doing? Ronnie. What's going on?

Check this. Listen to this. Are you ready to get dragged?

I am not in position.

Why not?

My people stalled on me.

I can't get situated till two o'clock.

Which she will tell you, man. This is not how I want to do things.

You see. I say, "Acropolis Coffee, 9:00 a.m."

Ba-bing, I want to show up.

Ba-boom, you got your package, I got mine.

Ba-bang, we check it out, we do our thing.

Next day, we're back on the street before 9:01.

-Ronnie-- -You read that book I gave you?

-Yep. -You read that chapter with promptness?

Promptness buys credibility. Credibility buys trust.

-BELKER: Ronnie. -Yeah?

Will you have the product you told her about at two o'clock?

-What's your name? -Mick.

I'm going to be here.

I'm going to be holding, as advertised.

-Good. -You want to know another thing?

You're never going to have to tell me your name again.

See? 'Cause remember names, remember faces.

-They'll remember you. Mick! -Two o'clock.

What do you think?

I think he gave me a headache.

Thanks, Mr. Rollins.

-You amaze me, Neal. -How's that, lover?

They tell us, "We don't know squat. We didn't hear anything last night."

And you still stand there, and you take down their names.

Well, the book says take names, lover.

(sighs) Hey, where's it say in the book that we do a house-to-house

over 800 yards from where the family got killed?

I think the captain's getting carried away on this.

Well, this is the last one, lover.

-(foreign accent) Police officers? -Yes, ma'am.

You were at Louise Leonard's house a few minutes ago.

She just called me on the telephone.

Small world.

Ma'am, uh, seven people were killed a few blocks from here last night.

We were wondering if you saw or heard anything around 2:00 a.m.

-Yes, I did. -Uh-huh.

-What did you see, ma'am? -Plenty.

But before I cooperate,

you have to recover something very valuable for me.

What's your name, lady?

Doris Breyfogle.

Mrs. Breyfogle, this ain't exactly a barter situation.

NEAL: What was taken, ma'am?

My husband's reindeer sweater.

Oh, for cryin' out loud!

The thief is not further than 50 feet away from where we're standing.

And I know right where he has got it hidden.

Neal, you see the Coke bottles this old broad's using for glasses?

She probably looks in the mirror then dials 911 to report an intruder.

Uh, ma'am, uh, we get you your sweater back,

you going to tell us what it was you saw?

Absolutely!

Last house, J.D. We got nothing to lose.

He's right over there.

I don't know, Neal. The sinister sweater thief.

You think we should call for backup?

NEAL: You sure that's him, ma'am?

Yes. The brazen, little greaser.

Check out that pompadour.

Worse comes to worse, we can bust him for building without a permit.

It's over there, right over there!

-You see? -Hey!

What's going on?

-Lady says you took her sweater. -(scoffs)

Lady's got her head in a wedge.

Hey, look in here, J.D.

-Dude's a gardener. -Uh-oh.

Hey, now, personal use, a medical necessity.

Now what am I supposed to do when my cataracts act up?

This is your lucky day, pal.

We got what we were looking for.

You can go back to melanoma land.

-(sighs) -Thank you. I'm so grateful!

Your turn, ma'am.

Excuse me?

It's your turn, ma'am, to tell us what it was you saw last night.

About those seven people getting killed. Remember?

I'm sorry. I fibbed.

I knew it.

I acted like I didn't know it, but I knew it.

Ma'am, you didn't see anything?

I slept through last night. I didn't wake up once.

It's really not like me.

I got to take an early retirement.

You should never do this, ma'am, lying to the police.

I think it's terrible what happened to those poor people.

I'm going to stay up all night tonight.

I'm going to help. You'll see.

Neal, why don't you get me out of here with what's still left of my mind?

You can have your lawyer here if you want, Alfred.

-No, it's okay. -Correct answer number one.

We think the Blood were involved

in the killings on Timpkin Street this morning.

(scoffs) Well, I don't know nothing about that.

But you're friends with Carl Mann.

-So what, I keep tabs-- -So Carl Mann is the head of the Blood.

Come on, kid, don't be stupid.

We want you to wear a wire.

-Try to get Mann to talk about what-- -Oh, no. No, no, no.

Hey, hey. You are staring a felony pop for that check thing, Alfred.

I wouldn't start shaking my head so soon.

Alfred, how much money you save

toward art school in the eight months you been out?

Don't save much... behind minimum wage, working two jobs or not.

Well, it's your choice.

I'm not telling you what to do.

But you could get a deal down on the bad-check arrest

and witness payment, as much as $2,000.

Get your life started.

You know what happens if Carl figures out what I'm doing?

Nobody pays you two grand for picking up soap, Alfred.

It is your decision.

I didn't steal that check!

(coughs)

This is what being my friend has all been about,

setting me up for the snitch.

-No. -Hmm.

Hey, kid, a skip off the bad paper

and dough to go to art school and stare at naked women,

all you should be asking is, "When's the bus leave?"

-(chuckles) Okay. -Okay.

I'll do it.

There. And the duck comes down.

(laughs)

(door closes)

(brakes squeal)

-Feeling better this morning? -Feeling better how?

Remember last night, we were talking about seeing a movie,

and you said you weren't feeling so hot?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I feel fine today.

Wow, what's the problem, Goldstein?

Piece is worth at least 200 in hock.

Help you, officers?

Oh, mind if I finish my business first?

Okay, okay, then sell it, okay?

I know it's worth two yards south.

Can you prove ownership of this?

I mean, you got a receipt or something, sir?

Why-why should I keep a receipt? It was a gift.

Wha... What is this, huh?

We had a 911 complaint.

Somebody fitting your description selling stolen jewelry at this store.

Oh, yeah? Hmm. Okay.

Yeah, I get it.

I know what she's doing.

Your three balls out front? I hope they rot and fall off.

-Hold on. -Hey, hey!

Hey, I earned this, okay?

I already put my time in for this.

What do you say we figure this out down the station?

Straighten it all out.

-Put the other nail in, Sylvia. -Take it easy--

Come on, Sylvia, finish me off!

Hey, I don't know who Sylvia is, but you better calm down!

-Hey. -Where you rushing to, Neal?

Captain's just going to tell us to widen perimeter.

Fix your wonder machine, Irv?

Ho, ho, ho.

Just a minor adjustment problem, Sergeant.

-Hmm. -Trip wire for the pastry category

was too audio sensitive.

Come on, honey.

You give up a ham-and-cheese sandwich, and Tawny's going to be real nice to you.

Would you please curb your lascivious display, madam.

That machine requires currency.

Ain't what I heard.

Heard you talk dirty, and this here will turn itself inside out.

Ah-- Calm yourself, Irving.

This place doesn't deserve a machine like this.

It started with the silver, then the Ming vase.

Now every time I'm gone 20 minutes, he's taking, he's hocking.

We'll put it all on a complaint form, ma'am.

Yeah, well, you know. It's not the stealing.

I mean, it's the insults!

I don't have to take that from any man.

I'm still an attractive girl.

-There he is... -There he is.

You have to do that? Have him in with criminals?

You charged him with theft, ma'am. That's a crime.

I'm just wondering if maybe I did the right thing.

I mean, look at him.

His Spanish eyes, hair of a poet...

No hips.

You know what it's like when a man with no hips tells you he loves you?

Not for anything, ma'am.

-That brooch you said was worth a grand? -More.

Well, "No Hips" was letting it go for a quick deuce when we picked him up.

-Now it's up to you. -Sylvia!

My bird of paradise.

Don't you "paradise" me.

-Is this the complainant? -She's not sure.

She's thinking maybe she won't press charges

-on account of his hair-- -Look at me. Look.

Look what they're doing to your peacock.

LUCY: So what is it? We got charges?

You treated me like a piece of bruised fruit.

I-I was lonely for you. I was hurt.

You didn't take me.

You said you didn't want to go to my sister's.

-Ramon Mendez? -Miss Davenport, you may not be needed.

Miss Selsen's deciding whether she's going to press charges.

Oh... you know, the stealing I don't mind, right?

Because Mr. Selsen, thank God, left me with a lot of money.

But he brings other girls to the apartment when I'm not there.

Ma'am, all we really need to know is whether you're gonna press charges.

Darling?

-Charge him... for his own good. -You dried-up hag!

Shall we, Mr. Mendez?

-Neal, J.D. -Captain.

Nothing on house-to-house on the Timpkin Street killing, Captain.

Oh, wait a second, Neal.

We did help that old lady get her husband's reindeer sweater back.

Lieutenant Goldblume get the kid to cooperate?

He'll be wearing a wire, try to incriminate Carl Mann.

Seems like our best bet. You want us to stay on house-to-house?

-Let's widen the perimeter. -I'm shocked.

I am something she keeps in a cage, like a Chihuahua, like a goldfish.

Goldfish don't get charged with grand larceny, Mr. Mendez.

I'm choking. (chokes)

She suffocated me.

To me, I deserved anything I could lay my hands on. No question.

In other words, you did commit the crime.

(clears throat)

Technically, yes, I stole.

(sighs) I probably can get reduction to misdemeanor in exchange for a plea.

See, if-if you could get me a sit-down with her.

With Mrs. Selsen?

Uh-huh. Can you get me a face-to-face?

-Yes, there is a Santa Claus, Ramon. -She dropped?

-That's right. -Uh, she say if I could keep the brooch?

-Captain. -Howard.

Rank review panel's getting together materials for your appeal hearing.

Oh, I see.

Uh, well, I'm submitting my files,

but, uh, I thought you might want to look them over

before I turn them in.

Uh... No. No, thank you very much.

You-you wouldn't take this as a-- as a bad sign, would you, Frank?

I think asking for the files is pretty standard.

Well, I hope these people understand

that they're dealing with people's lives here.

I mean, I'm not... some puppet on a string

to have hopes jerked back and forth like Pinocchio.

I think they understand that.

Well, first they said they would hear my appeal, and then--

Howard, they have to ask for the files.

They have to know what the case is about.

I suppose.

-What's the date of the hearing? -23rd, week from Monday.

I know how hard this is, but try to put it out of your mind.

No, no, that's the way I'm doing it.

(inhales) Nice and easy does it.

The only area that I've been feeling some strains is in the equatorial regions.

Sorry?

Oh, for the past week or so, I've-I've been somewhat irregular.

Usually, you can set your watch by my peristaltic process.

But not to worry. I'm going to start pushing fibers.

I thank you for the, uh, one-on-one.

Anytime, Howard.

Well, I've had everything else happen to me.

I suppose it's only a matter of time

before I had a bottle of urine dumped on my head.

Shirt's clean.

Yeah. Put 50 cents in the washing machine to watch the clothes go around 500 times.

-Now, look at this... -(horn honks)

I lost a button, too.

-Get out of the street, lady. -(horn honks)

(tires screech)

(speaking Spanish)

She's afraid. What-what's the matter?

-Where is he, ma'am? -(speaking in Spanish)

-Where, ma'am? -(speaking in Spanish)

Show us! Show us! Come on!

(woman crying)

-(speaking in Spanish) -Oh, my Lord.

Roll him over, Renko.

(groans) Smells like he drank himself to death.

He's not breathing, but he's got a pulse.

Ma'am, was he eating? Did he have anything--

(speaking in Spanish)

I think he's got his air passage blocked.

Now, ma'am, what we're doing here is called the Heimlich maneuver.

-(vomits) -Papa!

-(retching) -Ah, papa!

(speaking Spanish)

What are you talking about?

She said, "Take off your shirt." She'll wash it for you. (chuckles)

What did my shirt do to deserve something like this?

-Ah! (groaning) -Ma'am! Ma'am, are you all right?

-How-how far along are you, ma'am? -(screams)

Hey, hey, missus...

Renko, do you know what's going to happen, Renko?

-No, I do not! -(woman screams)

Do you think this woman is about to have her baby now?

(indistinct talking on radio)

How strong was your case against Williams on that stolen check charge, Norm?

Pretty strong.

Any chance he was telling the truth, he found the check in the hallway?

Kid didn't seem too worked up about missing his day in court.

(static crackles)

MANN (on radio): What's going on?

WILLIAMS (on radio) : Heard about what happened this morning.

What's that?

Heard a whole family got took down.

Wasn't any of us, was it?

-Say what? -Wasn't any of the Bloods?

Man, I ain't got rings in anybody's noses.

-I don't know everything people do. -I bet.

You see me behind the door of your room when you're doing your drawing?

Uh-uh. Right. I got you.

Why you asking me about that for?

I ain't asking. I'm saying, wasn't any of the Bloods involved.

What you looking at me like that for?

How's that bad check thing going, Freddy?

Didn't get to court yet.

You trying to get some help?

You trying to take something to the police?

He's in trouble.

WILLIAMS: Oh, chill out. I don't know what you're talking about.

MANN: I got to go.

-Where you going? -Just back off me, Freddy.

I'm going, and you don't want to know where.

Aw, damn.

-What? -What? He made him.

Carl Mann made Williams.

No, he's-he's thinking about it.

He don't know what he made.

(cash register dings)

People I was supposed to cop from let me down.

You don't know the scrambling I had to do.

Ronnie, you have what you were supposed to bring?

Mick, did I say I would have it?

-This isn't Echo Canyon, Ronnie. -The answer's yes.

Do you have what you were supposed to bring?

-MICK: Yes. -Then everything is everything.

Could I take a little peek?

(chuckles) I was about to ask you the same thing.

It was all worth it, wasn't it?

The trust, the give and the take, the going the extra yard.

Ronnie, you're under arrest.

If this is a joke, it's in horrible taste.

It's not a joke.

-If it's not a joke-- -It's not a joke! You're under arrest.

I know you're saying this now, but I'm saying if it was...

I'm sick.

(sighs) I'm gonna pass out.

Let's go, Ronnie.

Twenty-two degrees, I'm completely soaked through. Look at this.

Okay, okay, I'm dealing with the now.

I'm dealing with the present.

I got something to trade. I got plenty!

-At the station house. -You think I'm jiving.

Believe me. I'm going to turn this thing around.

-(speaking Spanish) -(panting)

Equipment.

(speaking Spanish)

Por favor, no hospital.

No, no, hospital.

-They're afraid. -Why?

-They're majados. -What's that mean?

-No green card. They'll be deported. -No such thing is going to happen.

So tell her that we are not Immigrations, but we're not doctors, either.

-(speaking Spanish) -(screams)

Bobby, Bobby!

I'm afraid that that is academic right now.

-So, uh, go to plan "B." -All right.

Ma'am! Ma'am, look at me! Look at me.

(speaking Spanish)

Call me Dr. Renko,

and when I say, "push," I want you to push.

(overlapping dialogue)

(grunting)

Mr. Delacroce has been given his Miranda rights.

Specifically, he has declined the right to counsel.

-Correct. -It is understood that if the information

Mr. Delacroce provides is substantive and productive,

the district attorney's office will give consideration

in pursuit of outstanding charges against Mr. Delacroce.

Go ahead.

Two kids, Shaky and Dumar, they're moving me an eighth of a key.

I was supposed to pick it up at 4:30 this morning.

I go there 4:30. They're not in position, okay?

Someone took them off.

They say, "Come back at 8:00."

They know who did it. They're going out to get it back.

(clears throat) Eight o'clock, I go back there.

They're crying. They're all covered with blood.

They went to the wrong place.

When they went to get their stuff back, the address they had was wrong.

And they kept going from room to room

because they thought they'd find the kids that took them off.

But it was the wrong house.

Shaky and Dumar, they're Blood?

-Gang kids, right. -Any other gang members involved?

These kids were freelancing. They're looking to step up.

Where do they live?

They got a room together, 180 Foreman.

But you'll find them at the gang headquarters.

(clears throat) Believe me, I was sick when I heard what they did.

-(door closes) -Was that good enough?

Is your office going to give consideration?

You'll be the first to know, Mr. Delacroce.

The bargain, fair exchange of value on both sides.

She asked for us by name?

Yeah, maybe she's looking you over as a replacement for Ramon, huh.

Oh, that's funny, real funny. Mrs. Selsen?

Open up, it's the police.

-(easy-listening music plays) -(lock opens)

Mrs. Selsen?

(laughing) Me and Ramon!

Trouble in paradise.

Mrs. Selsen, you want him arrested?

The peacock? He could drop dead.

(voice breaking) I don't want him arrested.

Then why'd you call us?

Well... I'm a practical girl.

I mean, God gave me a tush and no brains.

So I found Mr. Selsen. God rest his soul.

And I gave him three good years before he passed away on that couch.

And then-- And then Ramon came,

and he took from me, and he used me, and...

but he can't do that anymore because... (crying)

-LUCY: Mrs. Selsen? -(crying) I'm still a good-looking...

You okay?

I hate that skinny creep!

-I hate... -Sarge, look.

Yeah. Did you take, Mrs. Selsen, all of them?

(wailing)

Come on, let's keep you on your feet. Keep walking.

This is Officer Flaherty.

We need an ambulance, 1804 Hancock. Penthouse.

Immediately.

HARRY: It's your choice, Alfred.

You can call it off. You don't have to talk to him again.

Yeah. And if you do, kid, the next thing you ought to think about

is when's your trial date on that stolen check beef?

Hey.

-Do you think he made me? -Not sure, but that's possible.

Judgment call, kid.

One thing I do know,

you learn every time at bat on something like this.

Next time you, uh, talk to him, your moves are going to be a lot better.

-What's going on? -(cars approaching)

(tires screech)

What's going on?

-(clamoring) -(loud music playing)

Okay, Jack, you're busted! Come on!

-Okay, there's Dumar. There! -(overlapping conversations)

-Next to him, next to him! -(growls)

-All right, all right. -Don't even think about it!

HARRY: You recognize them?

One of them is Tony Soames.

-"Shaky." -(car engine starts)

I can't make out the other.

Oh, he looks like Dumar.

But I'm not sure of his last name.

-Get the precinct? -Yeah.

They're busting two kids on the Timpkin Street murders.

-I thought you said it was Carl! -HARRY: What about Carl Mann?

(sniffs) No, Hunter said it was just them two.

Come on, let's go.

How's it feel to be yesterday's news, kid?

(siren wails)

(NORMAN clears throat)

This is a treatment area, sir.

It's all right. Don't worry about it.

WOMAN (over PA): Dr. Cole, Dr. Joshua Cole,

to intensive-care unit number nine.

-LUCY: Look who's here. -Worried about your meal ticket, Ramon?

-What happened? -She took sleeping pills.

I knew it. I knew it. Stupid!

Ask me, what's stupid is worrying about a drip like you.

That's 'cause you don't know my good side.

She okay?

I'm admitting her. She's got some kidney problems.

I want to follow her overnight.

-Sylvia! -Let her be, Ramon, huh?

(weakly) Ah, look who's here.

Julio Iglesias. (snorts)

I love you.

Come on, don't-don't leave me.

Talk to my kidneys.

-(elevator dings) -I love you! Te amo!

WOMAN (over PA): Nurses' station seven.

Nurses' station seven.

You-you think I don't love her.

Yeah, well, I-I could be over to her apartment right now.

I could be cleaning that place out.

Let's go.

Yeah, you go, you go.

I'll stay right here.

Stay right here till... she's out of the woods.

Okay, woman, now you got to push.

-(panting, groaning) -(speaks in Spanish)

RENKO: Take it easy now. Okay, now, what I want...

-(woman groans) -(translator talking in Spanish)

Okay, now push. Push now. Right now. You're almost home.

You're almost-- You're coming around home now.

You're coming around home. Take it easy.

-(grunting) -(overlapping voices)

-Bobby, I can see the head. -(woman screaming)

Now if I pull it around her, I get the shoulder.

-You need some help? -Uh-uh.

You did all the help you can just pulling the car over.

Okay. Push!

(screams)

Oh! Oh, my God.

(baby cries)

-BOBBY: Oh, look at that! -(laughs)

BOBBY: Oh, man!

Way to go, Doc!

(wailing)

SID reports three usable prints at the murder house, Frank,

and those two gentlemen are going away.

FLETCHER: Frank! Where are your people?

Belker, Russo.

Arrest within 14 hours, that's the kind of police work we're capable of.

Same-day service, huh, people?

-Damn fine job! -Thank you.

HARRY: I want to talk to him.

Officer Russo, understand you, uh, baited the original operation.

-She wasn't bait. -I made the original buys, yes.

Perp probably never knew what hit him, huh?

And this guy ramrodded for you, right, Frank?

With Lieutenant Buntz. Could I talk to you for a minute in my office?

I haven't got time right now, compadre.

I'll tell you the truth. When I came in this morning,

I wanted to give my TV guy a shot in the chops.

We are staring at unsolved multiple homicides,

and he books me on Hot Seat.

But you people got me off the hook! You did me proud.

See you later, Frank. Keep up the good work.

I want witness compensation for Alfred Williams.

Did you hear me?

Henry, this bust came off Belker and Russo's turning a drug dealer.

-(door slams) -That's not Alfred Williams' fault.

It isn't his fault.

But the fact is, his cooperation didn't buy this bust,

Which is how compensation gets decided.

This is great.

That kid's walking around with a target on his back--

You sure he was made?

I was there. I monitored the conversation.

Rather than asking for compensation, I think I have a better chance--

I don't give a damn what bureaucratic cubbyhole--

Look! Let me see if I can get him some money. I'll let you know.

Okay, what?

-Sylvia. -What about her?

The look in her eyes when the doctor said she was gonna make it.

Like she was disappointed.

But you know she's going to be back with Ramon in no time flat.

Well, you know something? Ramon is her jones.

I mean, as your idol Mr. Sinatra might say,

"Whatever gets you through the night." Huh?

Patrick.

What? You getting that feeling like you had last night, huh?

-You got a headache? -A headache? No.

Good. Because nobody was gonna ask you

to go to the movies or nothing drastic like that.

-Look, Lucy-- -You look yourself.

I want to be your friend, and I think I am your friend.

So when I say, "Are you okay? Does your head hurt?"

It just means, "Are you okay?"

It's no come-on. It's no Dance of the Seven Veils.

-All right? -All right.

So are you okay?

-I'm okay. Yeah. -You're okay.

-Thanks. -Okay.

Thank you, Lucy.

(telephone rings)

(machine beeps)

Chicken-noodle soup.

(humming)

Oh, man! She killed it, lover.

At least it died happy.

(coughs)

What do you want?

We have to talk.

This is great. This is perfect.

Did you knock on all the doors?

Did you show everyone your badge?

You got some nerve coming in here after what you did to me.

-No argument. -Of course, you're a cop, right?

You can do anything you want.

I wouldn't really expect you to feel any different.

But what you think about me really doesn't matter anymore, Alfred.

The only thing that matters

is that you not let this ruin the rest of your life.

I think you all did a pretty good job of that.

Do you know what Carl Mann's gonna think happened?

-Hell, everybody in the gang will think... -I know.

...I gave up Shaky and Dumar and even gave up Carl.

Here's $200.

And I'll send you more when I can.

-I want you to get out of town. -(scoffs) What you talking about, man?

You must be ailing.

Maybe the department doing this to you can be, uh, a blessing in disguise.

Maybe it can be a way to make a fresh start.

(laughs) Man, you make me laugh.

Want me to get out of town.

Go to art school somewhere.

Listen to me, man. Just listen to me!

When I got into Warren Design,

I sat outside that damn school nine straight days.

I rode the bus downtown, and I sat there.

And then turned around, rode back up here

until I got the nerve to fill out that damn application!

I'm a street kid, Mr. Cop, and you come here,

and you talk about pick up and move somewhere

and go to school someplace I ain't never been.

-Don't do anything stupid, Alfred. -I know what--

Don't do anything stupid that will finish your chances for--

No, you finished my chances, Mr. Cop!

I got to do something about saving my life!

-Alfred! -No!

Look... (breathes heavily)

Just get out of here, all right?

Do I still have that much say?

That I can ask you to get out of my house?

I apologize.

Yeah? (scoffs)

-You know, I didn't even have lunch... -(sighs)

...and the shift is almost over?

Shirt okay?

-My shirt is shrunk. -(laughs)

Did you see her look at me when she came out?

-Did you see? -Yeah, I saw.

(laughs) Did you see the look on her face?

They all look like Peter Lorre, don't they?

(laughing) Yes!

MAN: Excuse me.

I'm Rosita's husband, Hector Esposito.

Oh, yeah, Hector. Please, join us.

Congratulations, amigo. You got a beautiful little girl.

Thank you.

-I saw your car. -(chuckles) Glad you found us.

These are for you. Gracias. Thank you.

Por nada.

-Look at this. Look at this! -Oh!

For what my father-in-law did to your shirts.

Food! Frittos. That's perfect.

My wife, she thanks you also.

She wishes to know your name.

Uh, Andrew J. Renko. Why?

She wishes to name our baby girl after you.

(laughs)

-She wants to name the baby Andrew? -Oh... (laughs)

You could name her Andrea.

-Andrea? -Yeah.

Andrea Esposito!

We will never forget you.

Gracias, señor.

Thank you, Andrew.

Andrea! Andrea Esposito!

Now, you still hate the job?

(laughs)

-You're putting me on. -No.

-You offered the kid 200 bucks? -That's right.

(laughs) You want me to leave town somewhere, Lieutenant?

-Leave it alone, Norm. -(laughs)

Okay, so, uh, the problem is maybe Alfred's gang pals

are gonna hurt him now that he's a known snitch, right?

So a couple days from now, we grab Alfred, we kick him around a little bit in public.

Rehabilitate his reputation with the street creeps.

-What could be simpler. Right, Norm? -Hmm.

To cover our butts, we take a kid who almost made it to the straight side,

drive him back into the street.

Lieutenant, the kid was hanging bad paper last week.

Let's not put him up there with Mother Teresa.

-Henry, Norm. -What's doing, Captain?

I went to Daniels.

He'll give Alfred Williams 250 dollars relocation money.

Won't be needed.

I don't think the kid's leaving town, Captain.

Alfred doesn't want to leave anymore. Doesn't want to go to art school.

Wants to stay here and work things out with Carl Mann.

And that's good for us, right, Frank?

He's back on the street.

We can bust him, turn him, toss him back, turn him around again.

He's ours.

-Why save a kid when we can use him? -Henry.

(sighs) Take it easy, Lieutenant. Work's over.

When did you become a bottom liner, Frank?

When did you stop caring about the lives that got chewed up?

I'll go in the can.

Not necessary, Norm. We're through.

-I'm not through. -Well, I'm through listening, Henry.

And I'm tired of your moral finger-pointing.

If this precinct doesn't run the way you want it to,

why don't you find one that does?

FRANK: There was a time when something happened in the precinct,

my first instinct was to get Henry's judgment.

Now I find myself hoping he won't be primary cop

so I won't have to get him involved in the case.

Do you think he feels that?

Probably.

Chicken and the egg.

It's not just professional disagreement.

I don't know how we let ourselves get so far apart.

(sighs)

A fella don't have that many friends, Furillo.

I mean, I don't think I was wrong, necessarily.

But I don't think it was necessarily Frank's fault.

He was probably doing what he needed to make the case.

(inhales) But you know, I-I can get up there.

I can get up on my high horse.

Why don't you call him?

-Who, Frank? -Mm-hmm.

Maybe later.

This lady today, uh,

-she's keeping this guy? -Mm.

And every time she walks out the front door,

this guy hocks everything that isn't nailed down.

Me and Bates popped him.

And he's dead to rights.

But she decides she doesn't want to press charges.

This afternoon, she takes a whole bunch of pills.

Belker and me had a wiggy guy today, too.

(chuckles)

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Did I miss something?

Yeah, I was trying to tell you that this lady couldn't keep her self-respect.

I'm sorry I missed the point.

You know, it's okay.

Never mind.

Come on, let's just do it again.

Okay? All right? Is that what you want?

-(wails) -(tires screech)

(indistinct chattering)

(siren wails)

-What happened? -Someone shot Carl Mann.

Two eyewitnesses, Captain.

First time I ever heard gang kids ready to make an ID.

Alfred Williams, man.

He called Carl out, then he shot him.

Put out a warrant.

-All right. -Description's on file.

-(indistinct talking on radio) -(siren wails)

-I'm sorry it turned out this way, Henry. -So am I.

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