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-(pounding on door)
-NORMAN: Police! Open up!

-What the hell?
-(loud bang)

Everybody up, come on!
You, Malcolm Nippler,

-out of bed, let's go! Let's go!
-Soviet Russia, right?

Here, a warrant. They got these in Russia?

A man's in his home,
in his own bed with a lady,

all of a sudden there's police,
no explanation.

The explanation is you're
fencing stolen property.

As in a certain heist
at Framer Brothers Appliance Warehouse.

You see any stolen property?

What I see is you're also a shy
and a small-time one.

Couple hundred here, a half a grand there.

All right, all right,
so I'm a small businessman,

so why the KGB in the middle of the night?

Lieutenant!

You're under arrest... comrade.

Item eight, people. Listen up.

WTTY AM, once the only spot
on your dial for traditional jazz,

has finally succumbed
to the public's appetite

for vulgarity and changed its format.

Something that would not
necessarily concern us,

except the station inaugurates
its new programming today

by sponsoring
an "Outrageous Acts" contest.

-(laughter)
-Specifically, the station will pay $2,500

to the person or persons

who commits the most outrageous act
by six o'clock tonight.

People, please know that a full spectrum
of misdemeanors

will undoubtedly be performed
in public today,

and to avoid the complete breakdown

of our already overcrowded courts
and holding facilities,

I urge you to exercise a Zen-like patience

as well as wisdom
of the Hebroid King Solomon

in your decisions to arrest.

Hey, Lieutenant,
any restrictions on who could enter?

-Outrageous acts, not sex acts, Detective.
-(laughter)

Same thing to him.

-(laughter intensifies)
-HOWARD: All right, item nine,

as you are aware,
our neighbors to the east

have sent us yet another
strain of Asian flu,

further depleting our already
undermanned garrison.

As a result, the following
assigns and reassigns:

Parker rides with Adams,
Rowe with McKenna,

Russo with Martin,

and Sergeant Bates will once again ride
with Officer Flaherty.

-J.D.: Hey, when's Belker coming back?
-(all murmuring)

He's been out of the hospital
for over two weeks.

Well, as I understand, he will know more
after he sees the doctor today.

(all cheering, applauding)

All right, all right, item last.

After months of delay,
we finally received delivery

of the first state of the art
completely computerized squad car,

which will be driven
by our squad car lottery winners,

Officers Andrew J. Renko and Robert Hill.

(all groaning)

Twenty bucks! I got 20 bucks
says a certain cowboy

is going to get bucked by that big guy.

-(laughter)
-Shut up, man.

All right, gentlemen, one other note here,

Teldar Industries has sent
a representative, Mr. Bob Ashahina.

-Okay. What?
-That's his name.

And he's to liaison with you
and answer your questions.

You can ask his pronunciation of it.

All right, if you have no questions of me,
ladies and gentlemen... dismissed.

(all chattering)

Hey, Sarge? (clears throat)

Let's be up front about this.

Uh, you don't have any problems
riding with me, do you?

Nothing I can't handle.

Come on down from there! You, sir!

The hell is going on?

We've tried everything, Lieutenant.
Those are weather balloons.

He'll be up in the clouds
in a few minutes.

Hey, you. Come on, flyboy.

Let's go, you're creating
a public nuisance here.

-Come on down.
-Not till I win the prize!

-NORMAN: Come on, hey!
-Not till I win the prize!

Hey, listen, Captain Kirk.
I said land it! Come on!

Call the radio station
and get 'em out here.

I don't have all day
to be messing with you, all right?

I'm going to add resisting arrest.

MAN: You gotta catch me first!

You wouldn't. Not the balloons.

This is your last chance.
Are you gonna come down?

Uh-uh!

-(gunshots)
-(air hissing)

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

Armed robbery in progress.

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

(theme music playing)

Oh, Howard, we should have a permanent
roll call sergeant next week.

-Thanks for doing double-duty.
-Oh, no problem.

I'll miss sending the men
out in the morning.

The scent of camaraderie, male bonding
that's in the air, female, too.

-Do you have a candidate in mind?
-Sergeant Jenkins.

Oh, from the night squad.

-Excuse me, Captain.
-He's a good man.

It's already a half an hour late.

This is gonna be some
great super cop mobile.

Do you think we could stop by
the market when we're out?

I just got something here for Daryl Ann.

Yeah. Must've gone pretty
well last night, huh?

No. I did exactly what
I said I wasn't gonna do,

I was crawling like a baby to have her
come back to me, but I figured...

(inhales) ...it's better to fight
and see her than not see at all.

-What's in the box?
-Uh, it's this...

-Ooh.
-Officer Hill, Officer Renko.

-Sorry about the delay, fellas.
-RENKO: Yeah, we were kinda wondering.

I stopped for gas and had a little trouble
with the shutdown command sequence.

Shutdown command sequence?

Oh, it's pretty easy once you learn.
Got to remember to enter "enter."

(chuckles) It's all in here.

Wait till you see it, state of the art.

Its computer's not only tied in downtown,
so you can run a plate or a rap sheet,

but it also keeps track
of the officers' activity.

Everything, from idling time
to response time--

BOBBY: Wait, wait, wait a minute,

you mean this thing checks our performance

and-and also records things
like how long we stay for coffee?

He's getting out. They gave me no warning.
Tracy's arm hasn't even healed.

He's supposed to be
in that hospital for six weeks.

-It hasn't even been three.
-Darius appealed the commitment?

Social worker called,
said he's getting out by this afternoon.

Captain, this is Mrs. Milton and Tracy.
You remember Darius Milton?

Put her arm in the door and he slammed it.

NEAL: He's asking for early release.

He has a hearing today
at the psychiatric court.

It's not right. That boy is sick.
Can't anybody do anything?

J.D. and I'd like to be there, Captain.

If you have time.

Hey. How you doing in school?
You keeping up like you promised?

They gonna let my brother out?

Hey, don't you worry
about a thing, sweetheart, okay?

Come on, let's go.

-Darius Milton?
-DR. SINGLETON: Darius, now, let's see.

Oh, yeah, he's sitting over there
against the wall. Right there, see him?

Darius? I'm Joyce Davenport.

-I'm covering for Mr. Borgen.
-I'm not sick.

Well, you're lucky.
Almost everyone I know has got a touch.

(stammering) No, I mean,
if take my medicine.

I take my medicine,
I'm just like other people.

-I'm on top of this.
-Um... from your doctor's statements,

I'd say today was just a formality.

They don't want me home, that's fine.

I-I get my SSI check
and I got a line on a job.

I-I've been thinking about teaching,
or electronics, maybe.

I-I got a place, 1601 Jefferson. A room.

I-I take my medicine,
I get rest like they say...

and I'll be like other people.

I'm sure there'll be no problem.

(alarm bell ringing)

-Stop! Stop! Stop!
-(brakes squealing)

Thanks God you're here.
This guy comes in and pull a gun.

-Where?
-MAN: My drug store.

There's a customer in there.

A woman who wanted Epsom salt,
and my stock boy tell me--

-That's my wife! That's my wife, man!
-Okay. Hold on.

Hold on, man! Hey!

-(clattering)
-(both yelling)

Two-two-oh-three, robbery in progress,

possible hostage situation,
331 West Lancaster.

This is the police! We don't want anybody
to get hurt in there!

PATRICK: Get out of here!

As for whether Darius Milton
still suffers from such a delusion,

I can only say that
antipsychotics are the key.

But isn't a paranoid schizophrenic
like Darius Milton

capable of violent behavior?

Best guess?
Not if he stays on his medicine.

(stammering) You see, I told you.
If I take my medicine, I'm just--

But the boy don't take his medicine!

Mrs. Milton, what leads you to believe
your son won't?

Because I know him. I'm his mother!

Don't you think his behavior
could have changed?

Dr. Singleton testified he's demonstrated
a willingness to maintain a regimen.

I'd like to call the arresting officer,
Detective Washington.

JOYCE: Objection, Your Honor.

Defense questions the relevancy
of Detective Washington's testimony.

Since we are not attempting to deny
the proven circumstances of the arrest.

-Uh, may I say something, Your Honor?
-JOYCE: That's the question, Your Honor:

Is what Detective Washington
has to say permissible here?

-I saw what Darius Milton did, Your Honor.
-Your Honor.

Past criminal behavior is not our concern.

Nor are we here to establish
the degree of sanity.

I'm-I'm sorry about what happened.

What I did,
but I-I was crazy when I did that.

JUDGE: Are you finished questioning
Dr. Singleton, Mr. Gittens?

There are only three points
on which we need pass judgment.

Is Darius Milton a threat
to himself or to others,

or is he gravely disabled?

Expert uncontradicted testimony
asserts he is not.

Court grants the patient
appeal for early release.

(gavel bangs)

Is my boy gonna have to
kill somebody first?

Is that what it's gonna take?

Don't come around us.
You leave us alone! Please!

Didn't know psychiatric
was on your beat, Miss Davenport.

-I'm just filling in, Detective.
-Mm.

Another victory for the court system.

(siren wailing)

(helicopter blades whirring)

MAN: Okay, folks, move back.
Stay back behind the line.

HENRY (on megaphone):
Please, you inside the drug store,

pick up the phone.

Let's talk this out.
Nobody has to get hurt.

Come on, figure out
what you want and tell us.

-How long are you gonna wait?
-Long as it takes.

We need reinforcements, Henry,
additional EATers at the perimeters,

support for the entry team.

Getting a little ahead of ourselves,
aren't we, Howard?

In fairness, Lieutenant,
if we have to send a team in,

I anticipate an access problem.
The only way in or out is the front door.

There's no service entrance,
no loading dock, no roof access, nothing.

And the back, the rear, is sealed off
with a quarter inch of metal plate.

You know, this poor man...

-(woman speaking indistinctly on radio)
-...has been burglarized so many times

that he practically has to weld
himself in in the morning.

-WOMAN (on radio): Copy?
-Got it.

Of course, there's always tear gas.

You're forgetting one of the hostages
is pregnant, Howard.

Have Milligan move that
blue team to the left.

HENRY: Listen to me...

Milligan transferred
three months ago, sir.

-That's Dodd now.
-HENRY: Please, pick up the phone...

-Oh, I meant Dodd.
-...so we could talk.

Let's cross, let's get out of the way,
come on.

When are you guys gonna storm the place?
What are you waiting for?

Hey! Don't cross that line.

Thank you.

-HENRY: Please, please pick up the phone.
-Coffee?

HENRY: Please, pick up the phone.

It's gonna be all right, sir,
you know, we're doing all we can.

-It's gonna be okay--
-Hey, don't touch me, man!

-HENRY: Please, pick up the phone.
-Look, why don't you cops just go?

Huh? Why-why don't all you cops
just leave, man?

(stammers) Then he'll split!
He'll let my wife go!

Lieutenant Hunter? Lieutenant Goldblume?

MAN (on radio): I'm gonna kill the hostage
if the cops don't back off.

What I'm saying, I want every cop gone.

MALE REPORTER:
Those are the words of a man...

That's the guy in the store?

He just called the radio station
a couple of minutes ago.

HENRY: How could he?
The line keeps ringing in there.

Check with the owner,
see if he's got two lines.

-No! No! No! No!
-Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Come on, come on.

All right, hold your positions.

(laughing) Don't be too long, Andy,

you know, this machine
might tell the teacher on us.

RENKO: There she is, right there.

WOMAN (in computerized voice):
You've left your keys in the ignition.

-I'm in the car. I'm still in the car!
-You've left your keys in the ignition.

-Put this... Ouch.
-Stupid!

(siren wailing)

-Now, why is it doing that?
-A high-tech lemon, that's what it is.

-Welcome to the computer age.
-I don't care.

Daryl Ann?

DARYL ANN: Andy, what are you doing
and why is your siren on?

Daryl Ann, I just want to talk to you
for a minute, okay?

No, you can't do this!

You can't have your siren on
in front of my store!

-But--
-You'll drive away business!

Is this your idea of a joke?

It's not a joke, I wanna give you some--

-Will you please turn that off!
-I'm trying to turn this thing off!

I knew we shouldn't have
gotten this car, I knew it.

-Daryl Ann--
-Get out of here, now!

-I-I bought you a present!
-No!

I bought you a pre--
I bought you a present.

-DARYL ANN: Go on!
-I don't even care what I got you.

It's going nuts!
I don't know what's wrong with this car!

-(siren stops)
-(car beeps)

Well. Hey, you wanna go back
and ask her again?

You know, try to explain?

No, no, no, no.
She don't care about me and I...

Wait, Renko, she probably never
even heard what you said--

WOMAN (on radio): Possible domestic
at 2301 Van Buren, apartment three.

-Confirm and respond.
-What is the call letters of this car?

-Twenty-four-oh-three.
-Twenty-four-oh-three in response.

-(engine starts)
-I don't understand this vehicle...

-(car beeping)
-...and I don't understand her.

What we were doing is perfectly natural.

You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Naked in a public park?
Going at it like two rabbits?

Repressed. Definitely repressed.

Are you familiar with the work
of Dr. Wilhelm Reich?

We believe that all the world
should form a huge daisy chain of love.

Raymond, book these two
for lewd conduct in public.

I'll try to rustle up
some clothes for 'em.

Excuse me, uh. How often do you two...

Twice a day, at least.

What goes on between a husband and wife

should not be subject
to totalitarian interference from police.

-You two are gonna win.
-Win? Win what?

The Outrageous Acts contest.
You've got it nailed.

We have not committed any outrageous act.

We are pumping up the orgones.
Renewing the seed.

You stay just like you are.

It looks as though Nippler's action was
a small part of the Framer Brothers heist.

He'll lead us to his senior partners
if we let him walk.

-He wants to deal?
-I talked to the DA, he says to go for it.

-It was a good bust, Norm.
-Okay, Captain.

I got here as soon as I could.

Good, thanks, Lucy.
Take over the front desk, would you?

WTTY? Great, listen, uh,
you can put a lid on the contest right now

'cause I got your winner right here.

Mr. and Mrs. Nathan and Leona Schecter.
Two beautiful senior citizens.

Now, we're not just talking about
outrageous acts here,

we're talking about human interest.

Huh? No. No, no, I'm not Mr. Schecter.

I'm his nephew.
Yeah, I'm sort of their sponsor.

Detective Washington.

Darius just forced his way
into our apartment.

That boy don't respect anything!

-Did he touch you? Did he hit Tracy?
-(whimpers) He scared me.

I was gone maybe ten,
15 minutes to get some butter.

He asked, "Where's Mama?"

I came back,
he's gone and my baby's crying.

TRACY: I told him Mama wasn't there.

And he started calling me things like,
"A whore."

(whimpers) Am I gonna have to protect
me and my baby

or are you gonna do something?

Whatever else,
it's breaking and entering, J.D.

Raymond. Can you get someone
to take a formal statement?

-Yo, Officer, did someone squeal on us?
-What?

-I heard somebody squealed on us.
-(snorting)

You heard somebody squeal? (chuckles)

Not yet, they didn't,
but they gonna squeal.

-(snorting)
-Now!

(squealing)

-All right!
-Outrageous!

We are winners for sure!

(pig squealing loudly)

-(all clamoring)
-(shrieking)

(overlapping dialogue)

-Get it!
-(pig squealing)

-You got him, Captain!
-(squealing)

Book the pig, Lucy.

BOBBY: Why don't you see
if the thing works, okay?

Which-which car do you want to do?

-RENKO: The one with the gray. Yes, here.
-BOBBY: Okay.

-(tapping keypad)
-BOTH: Four, five, nine, K-O-A-S-H.

Enter... now.

-BOBBY: Did you get a make?
-No. No, if I'm doing this right,

I could have sworn the sedan was wanted
for about 20 traffic tickets.

Oh, great, of course
it's out of the question

that this remarkable machine...

-Bobby wait, just wait.
-...could be in error.

Hold it. Wait a second.
While we're here in traffic violation,

let me just see
if I can punch up Daryl Ann--

-No.
-Daryl Ann Renko, okay?

-Renko, no--
-She's a cop's wife.

She says the only advantage.
She says if you're a cop's wife,

why can't you fix
some traffic tickets, okay?

Let me just try. The machine owes me
and Daryl Ann something here.

-(beeping)
-N-N-- Just--

If I could just figure
out how this thing works!

TRFX, enter. That's it.

(buzzing)

Screen went dead.

-(car horn honks)
-SID: Norm!

-Come on.
-(car horn honks)

(laughs, mimics convertible motor)

And you know what?
I swear, it drives better than it looks.

That's the unbelievable part.

No, the unbelievable part
is it drives at all.

What are you talking about,
the hole in the floor?

That's a dollar and fifty
worth of plywood, Norm.

You got expect those things.

-(car horn honks)
-Watch your ears.

I don't have to ask where you got
the money to buy this chrome donkey.

I see your down in Nippler's
accounts receivable book for a grand.

Hey, when did I say
I wasn't into this guy for money?

All I said is that he was a big mover
in the warehouse job.

A mover, yes. Big, no.

Right, but the main thing is
the tip was good, no?

So speaking of accounts receivable--

-We are talking very small time here, Sid.
-All right.

You're lucky the guy
had something to sell.

-What are you saying?
-I'm saying he dealt us his rabbis.

What, and you put Nippler back out
on the street? That criminal?

You guys call yourselves
protectors of the peace.

Oh, right, this town's not safe
so long as Nippler's out there

moving the hot toaster ovens, huh?

-Wait a minute.
-Tough break, huh, Sid?

-Now you're gonna have to pay your debts.
-Come on, Norm, listen.

-Wait a minute, I'm in trouble.
-Sell the car, pay him back.

-It's not that simple. Can we talk?
-(sighs)

I cut a deal with Nippler.

There's a guy
who's into him deeper than me.

-And?
-And I said that I would be

his bone crusher.
He'd wipe my slate clean.

(chuckles) You collecting for a shy?

Yeah, strictly on a one-time basis.

Listen, why I heard that Nippler
was in the warehouse job,

You sold him to me,
'cause you figured Nippler'd be away

making little stones out of big stones
for a long time, right?

(chuckles)
The tricks life plays on us, huh, Sid?

-I'll see you around.
-Wait, Norm, come on, you gotta help me!

I told you, sell the car, pay him back.

What are you-- sell a dream?
A lifelong ambition?

Ever since 88th Street, when Mickey Kurth
pulled up in front of us kids, this is it!

-Sid! Sell the car! Huh?
-All right. My destiny is clear.

I have got to do the manly thing.

(engine starts)

-(engine rattling)
-(car horn honks)

Here's our mystery caller, Henry.

Traced him to a telephone booth
a couple of blocks away.

-Thought he'd win the contest.
-It was a coincidence, man.

Kid got what he wanted. Got on the air.

Webster, what's the word
on reinforcements?

There's a traffic jam on Dekker,
and they're at 104th,

and every light on the street
is all screwed up.

Judas, 50 blocks.

Well, tell him to get their tails
out of that van and hoof it.

Forced march.

-We was gonna name it Matthew.
-So you know it's gonna be a boy?

Yeah. Yeah.

Did you have that test?
What do you call it?

Test? What test, man? I just know.

Well, if something's happened to that man,
you can forget about it.

-'Cause that sucker's dead.
-HENRY: Patrick.

We have an idea, Mr. Dahlgren.

There may be a way
we can break this deadlock.

If you went to the precinct
with Officer Flaherty,

you could look at some photos for us,
maybe spot the man who's in there.

And leave my store? No way!

It might work. If we knew who he was,
we could get family down here, something.

Sure, sure. Then you end your thing
and people are swarming

all over my store, my merchandise.
And I'm not even here.

I'll take responsibility for your store.

-Okay.
-All right, come on.

MALE REPORTER:
How much money did you have?

A hundred and twenty-three dollars.

I was just counting it.
He comes in, he didn't see me.

I hit the alarm and ran.

Just ran out?
You were worried about the $100?

-What's wrong with you, man? Huh?
-PATRICK: Hey! Hey!

-What's wrong with you, huh?
-(overlapping dialogue)

-Hold on!
-You worried about the money?

-He's crazy! He's crazy!
-CHILDERS: I'll kill you, man!

-I'll kill you! I'll kill you!
-Get off him!

(groans)
I'll kill you! I'll kill you, man!

She's lying! I didn't break down the door!

Tracy said that 'cause she's angry
about what I did when I was crazy!

-Did you touch her?
-DARIUS: No.

-JOYCE: Did you threaten her?
-No!

Did you say or do anything
Tracy might have thought was a threat?

I just wanted to come home.

-Tracy says you screamed at her.
-I was angry!

Do you know what my mama did?

She threw out all my clothes.

She threw out all my clothes.

Lucy.

Have we given downtown a count
of the units working the traffic jam?

Uh, I just did that.
I just got off the phone, Captain.

-(snorting)
-Why isn't he in a holding cell?

Well, it's a she, and, uh,
Raymond had an idea.

Couldn't we keep her as a mascot, Captain?

They're cleaner than dogs

-and-and far more intelligent.
-No.

-Sorry. Call Animal Control.
-They're on their way, sir.

(snorting)

Well, Winnie the Pooh...
its back to the cell for you.

Winnie the Pooh was a bear.

(squealing)

Sarge...

Childers is the guy that hit Dahlgren?

-Yeah.
-He's on parole.

Armed robbery, five years ago,
he did three.

Thing is, since then, he's been clean.

You know, he loses it today,
he hits the guy.

If I were him I might've done
the same thing.

Yeah, so?

Well, I just get the feeling our friend
Dahlgren's gonna press charges.

(scoffs) Patrick, he hit him.

Yeah, but... you know what I'm saying.

Yeah, you're saying, "Can we kick 'em?"

And I'm saying
if Dahlgren wants to press charges,

there's nothing we can do about it.

Mick! What are you doing?
When are you coming back to work?

-Uh, light duty in a week or two.
-Oh, great.

Welcome back,
we didn't expect you so soon.

Well, to tell you the truth, Captain,
it's only a very short visit.

I gotta sign some disability stuff,
you know.

Uh, gotta catch up
filing for my sick leave.

-Did you drive here?
-No, Robin dropped me off.

Stan's gonna pick me up later.

-How is the sergeant?
-Fine, fine.

He's fine. I'm fine.

Detective Belker,
wonderful to see you well.

Thank you. Uh, excuse me, please.

Look, I've got some problems
with what your men did to Darius Milton.

It's my understanding he was arrested
for breaking and entering.

Neal, J.D., my office.

Detectives LaRue and Washington
took the word of a 12-year-old girl

who had reason to hate her brother.

We don't have signs of forced entry
at the apartment.

-Nobody got hurt.
-Is that right?

-More or less.
-We can't hold him.

JOYCE: I'd like assurances
he won't be further harassed.

I don't know if Mr. Milton is sane or not,
but I do know you can't arrest somebody

because you think
they're mentally unstable.

What about his mother?
She and Tracy need protection.

You want to put in for pass-byes,
I'll approve.

(sighs) Pass-byes.

Hey, you keep it packed in ice, Neal.

Hey, look. Personal time, J.D.

No problem, Stan.

Don't worry, I got plenty to keep me busy.
I'll see you when you get here.

This gets to you after a while.

We appreciate your help.
I want you to know that.

What's going on with my store?

Nothing new,
that's why you're still looking.

You could turn while we talk.

You know, I was thinking
maybe you'd like to reconsider

pressing charges on Childers.

I mean, tempers got lost
out there, you know.

-You understand that, the baby.
-Was I hit or was I not hit?

Is this a police station? Are you a cop?

And you want to know if a man is assaulted
does he want to press charges?

Patrick...

Every car radio on the block.
Planning on opening a store?

Hey, I just bought these off a dude.

MARTIN:
Yeah, did you buy the slim jim, too, pal?

-MR. DAHLGREN: That's the guy!
-Which one?

-MR. DAHLGREN: That's him!
-That's who?

-The guy in the store!
-Which is the guy holding the hostages?

Yes-- I mean, no!
He ain't in the store, he's here!

Get the captain.

(helicopter blades whirring)

We were alone and then we heard the alarm,
and we ran to the back of the room,

and we locked ourselves in the storeroom.

And then there were sirens
and the bullhorns.

So we figured the guy was still out there.
But there was no robber?

He must've left
just after your boss ran out.

So we were in there
for four hours for nothing?

I'm sorry, there was no way we could know.

-Where's my Ben?
-He's down at the station.

-What for?
-There was a problem, he got in a fight.

Is he going to jail?
He can't be in jail when the baby's born.

I'll take you to him.

Webster! Where are the reinforcements?

Almost here, sir, three blocks away.

Judas Priest. Well, tell 'em to return
to the van, double time!

This is always my luck. I get a story,
there's no rabbit in the hat.

Hey, Lieutenant,
all dressed up and nowhere to go?

(laughter)

Uh... Uh, listen, uh, listen, girls,

-I want to find out where I could find--
-WOMAN: I already told you.

We don't know no Dorine.
She don't hang here.

Well, then, where does she?
She's a girl in her 20s,

-lots of red hair. She's--
-Oh, I'm sorry!

Hey, Sugar Pops,
what do you want other ladies for?

You can have Patrice.

-Fifty bucks, right?
-Uh-huh.

Uh... here. Only, you gotta tell me
where I can find Dorine.

I don't know no Dorine.

-STAN: What do you mean--
-Hey, what's going on here?

Sergeant Jablonksi.

From the Hill, right?

-Yeah, it's okay, everything's okay.
-OFFICER: You sure, Sergeant?

Yeah. Look, uh, I'm just, uh...

I'm just freelancing
for some of the local merchants here.

And I'm... I'm trying to push 'em
over a couple of blocks.

Why don't you do us a real favor?
Push 'em on over to the Hill, huh?

-(laughs)
-Yeah.

-Take it easy, Sarge.
-Okay.

All right, now,
you tell me where I can find Dorine.

-I don't know no Dorine. I told you that.
-Well, then give me my 50 bucks back!

Either the name or I--
Ah, the hell with it.

Darius.

Darius. Hey, hey, Darius.

Why are you hassling me?
I'm taking my pills.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, Darius. Okay.

Look, I don't want to go back to County.
You don't know what it's like there.

People mess themselves.

You can't sleep at night 'cause
of all the screaming and the noises.

There are all those people there,
but it's like you're alone.

And they don't want to be out.

I'm not like them. I'm taking my medicine,
I'm seeing my doctor, I'm all right.

Someday, I'm gonna get married.

Yeah, yeah okay, Darius.
Okay, but look, man, look.

Just stay away from your mother
and your sister, okay?

Look, it's all that Tracy's fault!

She's trying to get me,
but I'm gonna get her!

She keeps doing this to me
and I'm gonna get her!

Hey, look here, man!
Now, you listen to me!

If you're sane enough to be
out here in these streets--

Look, man, if it weren't for that Tracy--

Then you are sane enough
to understand what I'm saying to you.

What do you want, anyway?

If you so much as even breathe
on your mother or your sister,

I'm gonna be all on you, you got that?
You got that?

I'll stay away from them.

Hey, Norman.

I told you I'd do
the stand-up thing with the shy.

-Sold the car and paid up?
-No. I made a deal.

I don't go back on my word.

Norm. Norm. Norm.

I'm giving myself a selection.
Something my mother taught me.

Always use the right tool for the job.

Sid, you know I'm gonna have to
confiscate this stuff.

Now, come on, huh?

-(clanking)
-(clattering)

That's it. Ninja.

Oh, wait a minute. I forgot.

What the heck you gonna do to the guy,
sauté him to death? Now, get out of here.

Hey, Norm, your attitude surprises me.
It shocks me.

-You know I'm about to commit a crime.
-Go.

-What, go? What, go and commit a crime?
-Yeah.

Norm, what do you think I'm doing here?

What do you think you're seein'?
I'm making a fool of myself--

Sid, I don't have time for this,
all right?

-(sighs) Okay. This is on your head.
-Go on. Yeah.

This is one you saw coming.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Neal. How's our friend, Darius?

-He heard me.
-Question is, did he understand?

OFFICER: Yeah, yeah.
I got it right here. Okay. That works.

-RAYMOND: Detective?
-Yeah, what is it?

They just swept some hookers
over Westminster Boulevard.

Uh, about eight of them. Pretty routine.

So?

This turned up.

I ran the number.
It's, uh... Sergeant Jablonski's.

Hmm.

You told anybody else about this?

No. I... I thought maybe
you'd want to handle it.

Yes, I do.

What about the hooker?

Her name is Dorine. About a dozen priors.

Real standard stuff.
You want to talk to her?

No. I got it.

Real standard stuff. Thank you, Raymond.

-(telephone ringing)
-Detective LaRue.

He's what?

It's Mrs. Milton.
Darius is trying to bash in the door.

Mrs. Milton? We'll be right over!

Look, just stay calm, okay?
Just stay calm!

Hey, Bev, Bev, talk to her.
Don't let her hang up.

This is it for him. This is it for my Ben.

His parole board hears about this and he--

Lady, please, I have a headache.
Look, forget about the charges.

Just let me go back and see
if the store is still standing, all right?

-Okay. Thank you.
-Thank you.

DARIUS (yelling):
Mama, you let me come in now!

-(banging on door)
-Darius!

-DARIUS: Open this door, Mama, I mean it!
-Darius!

-NEAL: Darius!
-(gunshot)

-(groans)
-(clattering)

(panting) Mrs. Milton!

-It's Detective Washington!
-What's going on out here?

Police officers. Call 911!
Tell 'em to send an ambulance!

(groans) Mrs. Milton!
Please, open the door.

(gun cocks)

(sobs)

RADIO DJ: Boys and girls,
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is proud to announce that the winner
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-(jingle playing)
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...the person or persons
who managed to mess up

the traffic lights
on Dekker this afternoon,

causing the worst traffic jam
in the city's proud history.

-You are truly outrag--
-(clicks off radio)

I was robbed.

-Some people are born lucky, J.D.
-I wonder how they did that?

-Officer Renko?
-Mr. Ashahina.

I have reviewed all your operations
with the computer during this workday.

For reasons I won't speculate on,

you attempted to access
the Department of Motor Vehicles

-parking violations bureau.
-No, I did not.

But instead tapped into the program
for the city's traffic lights...

-No.
-...and destroyed the green-red sequence

on Dekker Avenue,

and in doing so caused
the worst traffic jam in recent history.

The worst traffic jam
in recent history, I did?

Did you hear that? (laughs)

I don't know why you're so happy, Officer.

You can be sure you'll never get
near our cars again.

-Neither of you.
-Mr. Ashahina? I don't care.

-Twenty-five hundred dollars.
-There's fines.

-Fines?
-Non-official use of department property.

-Wait.
-We can still clear a few bucks.

Of course, that is if nobody
charges us with a felony,

-illegal access to a computer or maybe--
-I get the picture!

You found what?

Judas H., that's astounding, compadre.
Of course, I--

I will be there soon as I can get away
from here tonight.

How far you want to go with this, Norm?
Arrest me, book me now?

-You assaulted a man, Sid.
-Yes, right. But what sort of man?

A man very capable of protecting himself.

Come on, he was five-foot-one,

he didn't weigh anything,
you attacked him.

Yeah, right, and he almost killed me.
I admit in, self-defense.

I'm not saying you should have
arrested him, but--

Sit down, huh? Sit!

(both sighing)

All right, what's the quid pro quo?
That's all I ask.

You and me, Norm,
there's always a quid pro quo.

(sighs)

-Come on, don't say, "Sell the car."
-Sell the car.

Norm, it's not that simple.

Don't get me wrong, it's a great machine.
Turns out there's some problems with it.

I might not be able to get
full value back on it.

I don't know whether you noticed,

but there happens to be a good-sized hole
on the floorboard.

I noticed.
Sell the car and I kill the bust.

Ah. Okay, so I sell the car.

Leave alone it's a once in a lifetime
dream come true,

top of the wish list, classic
automobile lover's fantasy on wheels.

I might get $200, 400 tops.

I'm still 600 short to Nippler.
How am I better off?

Stay right here.

MRS. MILTON: He was quiet for a while.

Then I could hear him moaning.

Then he...
he just got violent again, and...

I got the gun... and I shot him.

Mrs. Milton, I'd advise you--

MRS. MILTON:
Haven't you done enough, today?

Now you're gonna advise me?

Mrs. Milton, I'll be
handling this through arraignment.

After that,
another PD will be assigned to you.

Where's my daughter?

She's with Detective Washington.

Can I see her now?

Well, let's finish taking
your statement first.

What's gonna happen to her?

A social worker's coming to take her down
to the County Children's Shelter.

Captain, SID's preliminary
findings are in.

Excuse me.

Hey. Got you an orange.
They didn't have grape.

Orange okay, Tracy?

-(voice shaking) Thank you.
-You're welcome. Sorry, no straws.

What's gonna happen to Mama?

She's probably gonna have to go on trial.

-Does that mean she's gonna go to jail?
-I don't know, sweetheart.

I hate orange soda, I hate it!
(crying)

(sighs)

What's wrong?

-It's, uh, it's not your wound, is it?
-No, no, doc says I'm coming along.

What it is...

-You lose this?
-Dorine.

You got lucky, Stan.

She was picked up in a sweep
before she could sell it,

which is probably what she was gonna do.

I was in a bar. She came around--

-You don't have to explain--
-No, just do me a favor and listen.

It happened. What can I say?

(sighs) And afterward, I'm lying there,
she grabs my wallet and runs the hell off.

-Stan--
-I can't even catch her!

Twenty yards, I'm already puffing.

Never felt so old, Mick.

I'm... I'm responsible for this badge,
wherever it shows up.

-If you're gonna file a report--
-It never happened.

I'm not gonna have you in the soup
on account of me.

The girl isn't exactly gonna complain

because a stolen badge is missing,
all right? (chuckles)

All right.

-Okay.
-All right.

That, uh...

-That policewoman you married.
-Yeah?

She never gave up.

You're lying there, you got a hole in you,
she doesn't give up for a minute.

-She's nuts about you, too.
-No, no, no, no.

Listen to what I'm saying.
You don't take her for granted.

You take care of yourself. You understand?
No... so you can be with her, Mick.

For as long as you got.

So long as you're together.

Oh, Norm. I'm blown away.

I am overcome with emotion.
You know, my entire life--

You're working free
for the next six months, Sid.

-Hey, wait a minute.
-Don't bother thanking me.

No, listen, I'm just figuring,
now, let's be honest, Norm.

Fifty dollars a tip, say what,
three tips a week for six months?

-That's a lot more than this here.
-That's the deal, Sid.

Or you're busted
and you're still in to the shylock

-Well?
-Well, what?

Now we got to pretend
you're giving me a choice?

(door closes)

(sighs)

The gunshot residue test on your hand
turned out negative.

Tracy's fingerprints are on that gun,
Mrs. Milton.

Tell us what really happened.

(sniffles)

Tracy knew where the gun was.

(voice breaking)
I didn't even know she-she had it.

(sobbing)

Please, don't take my baby.
Don't hurt her.

(sobbing) Don't take my baby.
I lost my child.

I can't lose another. (sobbing)

(siren wailing in distance)

(knocking on door)

RENKO: Daryl Ann, it's me.

(door unlocks, opens)

What it is, I just came by
to see the baby, okay?

And after I see the baby,
then I will go, okay?

-You won't wake her?
-No.

Um, and I brought back the keys
'cause I figured the way

things are going between you and I,
I got no use for 'em.

Okay. Go see her,
if that's what you came to do.

Your daddy loves you, baby.

You said you wouldn't wake her.

Did you tell the preschool about us?

I had to.

They want to know
when there's something wrong at home.

I know about your pride and everything,
but I had to tell.

I didn't say nothin'. Nothin'.

(sniffles) You know,
Laura keeps asking for her daddy.

Yeah? What do you tell her?

That he's working.

Daryl Ann, I got something
I got to say to you.

No way, Andy.
You came to see your daughter.

-We got no talking to do.
-Daryl Ann, listen to me.

I don't want to see you,
and I don't want anything from you. (sobs)

Daryl Ann, I cannot live
unless I have you.

That thing with Alice,
that don't mean nothing.

It don't mean nothing if I don't have you.

(sobbing)

-Daryl Ann?
-I don't know.

I think-- I think I know,
but I don't know.

-But I can stay?
-I said I don't know.

But you didn't say no.

I got no idea what I'm feeling.

Isn't that strange?

(sobbing)

(indistinct chatter)

Where you been?

Had to pick up Darius's stuff
from the Roffer Hotel.

-His mother wanted it.
-What for?

He was her son, J.D.

(groans)

-You all right, Neal?
-(exhales)

No. Not on this one.

You see all types of people.

You see the way things go bad for 'em.

(soft chuckle) Then you meet one
little person who gets under your skin.

-Tracy.
-Tears you up.

Juvenile courts can understand
where that girl was coming from.

You know, Bible says
man is born to trouble.

As the sparks fly upwards.

Hey. Hey, man, you know,
we didn't make the world.

I'm not staying.

BILL: I got this place for a song, Howard.

Been doing the renovation myself.
Weekends.

So, I figure when it's finished
and I sell it,

I'll probably double my money.

Yeah. But there's that pride
of working with your own hands.

Yankee ingenuity, pioneer knowhow.

Oh, see these beams?
There is not a single nail.

They're all pegs. I learned that
from that book you lent me:

Early American Carpenter
and the Myth of the Melting Pot.

(chuckles) Yeah,
that's a classic patriotic analysis.

Yeah. When I started the renovating,

I'd heard a rumor that the house was built
on an old Indian burial ground.

And then, when I dug up this concrete,
you could see the end of a bone.

-Could be Iroquois, Bill.
-Oh, wow.

Yeah, look there's a-a tool or a--

Is that a ceremonial object sticking out
from under the skull there?

-Have you got a shovel?
-Yeah.

Maybe we should let
the museum people do this, Howard.

(wood creaks)

-(clattering)
-(both scream)

(electricity crackles)

(closing theme playing)