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(debris clattering)

MAN: Go down this way!
Get that beam moved out of the way!

-(chains clanging)
-(debris rumbling)

On three!

-One, two, three!
-(crashes)

MAN 2: There may be bodies down there.

(weakly) They've come, Bill.

They're here.

(chuckles weakly)

(men clamoring)

Thank you, my friend.

(hammer thudding)

I'll never forget what you did for me.

-(chains clanging)
-(rattling)

Oh, my God.

Pair of patrolmen
from the Heights found the car.

Totally stripped.

Being good cops,

they checked the engine block,
found a serial number.

Turned out to be
Lieutenant Hunter's vehicle.

Area search revealed the cave-in
and the rescue work began immediately.

What was he doing down there?

Some sort of Indian burial ground
under his friend's house.

I don't know,
they were excavating or something.

When can we see him, Sarge?

Uh, they got limited visiting hours
starting at 10:00.

The hospital says he came through
with flying colors.

J.D.: All right.

Always knew the lieutenant
made of strong stuff.

Eleven days in the dark,
with a moldy corpse next to you?

-(shudders)
-Okay, enough of the good news, huh?

Item six, guys, two more
gang stabbings last night.

Lieutenant Goldblume's
got some additional information.

Hey, Lieutenant, nice work here.

That's right, Lieutenant, I understand
you're a published author now.

Uh, it was just a short story
in the Sunday supplement,

-part of a book I'm trying to write.
-(murmuring)

People, the recent increase...

Oh, give it up, Renko.

There's a couple of two-syllable
words in there.

HENRY: ...clubs.

Enrique Solas of the Gypsy Boys
is gonna marry Lola Martinez,

who's associated with the Diablos.

Is that Jesus Martinez's sister?

Yeah. The big fear is that
this signals a coalition

between the two gangs,
expressly forbidden by treaty.

The Diablos and the Gypsy Boys
both have ample access to the waterfront.

If the Gypsy Boys and the Diablos unite,
Shamrocks can kiss the water goodbye.

NEAL: Meaning they get
cut out of the drug traffic

and everything else
that goes down on the docks.

Yeah. Now, a treaty
disruption this magnitude

will affect all the gangs in the area.

We've got to keep a lid on the situation.

Special patrol assignments
on the duty board.

Everybody, heads up
for gang activity today.

Okay, you all got that, right?
Assignments!

LaRue and Washington,
you're on the Harold White bust,

backed up by Myers and Rowe.

-About time we nailed that creep, huh?
-(murmurs)

Due in court this afternoon
we got Renko, Hill and Lieutenant Buntz.

Okay, guys, last item, one sec.

After three days of men and women
sharing the same john...

-(muttering)
-...today should mark

the grand reopening
of separate facilities.

(cheering, applauding)

LUCY: Thank you for your patience.

You know, we don't mind
riding with you guys,

but thank God we don't have to
shave with you anymore.

-(laughter)
-That's it, get outta here! Roll!

Lieutenant Goldblume, I am shocked

that you would put your signature
on this piece of junk here.

What's the problem, Andy?

"Andy," is it now? You call me Andy
out here out here in public,

while, in this so-called piece of fiction
published for all the world to see,

I am called, "Country Wingo,
a fat cop whose fondness for donuts

had all but completely
eroded his foot speed."

What do you mean by that?
Is that supposed to be funny?

-Meant to be mildly humorous.
-At my expense?

-Wingo's not you.
-Bull!

How am I ever gonna live this down?

-Just the man I wanna see.
-I'm busy, Sid.

No, no, we gotta talk, Norman.
A detective from the Heights

has put in a bid for my services,
at $75 per unit.

Forget it, Sid,
I'm not jacking my prices, all right?

I'm over-vouched on you as it is.

Who's talking about jacking up?
Maybe I'm going to greener pastures.

You snitch for this guy already?

Yeah, sure, but it was day-old.
You got it first.

-Who is this creep?
-What does that matter?

-Come here, bean-brain.
-Ow! Ow!

-Come here.
-Ow, come on! Norm!

It's Benedict from the Polk! Ow!

-(door slams)
-And Norm, don't pull on my hair!

Shut up. Shut up.

I mean, I'm in a situation here,
all right?

I'm happy with you,
but happiness doesn't pay the rent.

-Is that right?
-Yeah.

Well, you still got some boxes
at my place, Sid. I want them out, today.

Wait, wait, wait, no counter-offer?

Sid, what can I do?
When you're hot, you're hot.

Norm, negotiate.

You got tremendous goodwill with me.

You got too big for me, Sid.

Oh, come on, Norm,
I'm not asking for much.

You should see my TV. Everything's green.

Well, talk to your buddy, Benedict, huh?

(Sid sighs)

I don't want to go my whole life
without wireless remote.

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)

(water running)

MAN 1: Excuse me, Sarge, all clear?

MAN 2: Hey.

Hey, I thought the ladies' room
was gonna reopen today.

-(door closes)
-Oh, come on, blondie, I'm a craftsman.

Yeah, paid by the hour.

You're gonna love it when I'm done.

(exhales) If I live that long.

Oh, Mona Lisa.

With legs. Ooh!

Yo, Frankie. You don't RSVP
my sister's wedding.

I see Mrs. Furillo down the hall,
she don't mention it.

Could cause a strain between us, Frankie.

I didn't know we were invited.

-You don't get an invite?
-Not that I know of.

What's the use of having a secretary?

Frankie, you gotta come.
I laid out two G's for this reception.

Listen, word is that
the Gypsy Boys and Diablos are uniting.

Yo, Frankie, take your toe off the gas.
I'm retired from Diablos club, huh?

I get enough dog-eat-dog
in this paralegal field.

And I've got two gang-related stabbings,
one victim critical.

Frankie, kids need an excuse
for some head-bashing.

All I know is my beautiful little sister's

going to the "Chapel of Love."
Remember that tune?

Jesus, you still have influence.
Talk to the Shamrocks.

Make it clear that this wedding
is a private matter.

I'll see what I can do.

So what do I tell Juanita
about you and Mrs. Furillo?

-We'll try.
-Outstanding.

Marty's 78 Lanes and Billiard Emporium,
Tempe Room, seven o'clock, huh?

I almost forgot,
Lola's got this silver pattern

picked from Paco's Appliance Kingdom, uh,

Number 31, Princes of Egypt.

Kids today, Frankie.
All the forks gotta match, huh.

-Captain.
-Officer Shipman.

Why wasn't I informed earlier?

Chief's decision, not IAD's.

Wants to keep this bottled up
till we're sure.

And now you're sure?

End of the day, we should be.

Chief wants you brought up to speed,
but Captain,

this has to stay confidential
till formal charges are brought.

Let's have it.

(papers rustle)

You know the background.

September, Lieutenant Buntz
recovered a suitcase

containing 80 pounds of cocaine.

Five months later,
it became relevant evidence,

US vs. Manchester,
conspiracy to distribute.

Cocaine was audited March ninth,
day before the hearing and found intact.

But next day, defense counsel
requested independent lab analysis,

turned out a kilo was missing,
street value 20,000.

What makes you so sure it was Buntz?

What about the property case custodian,
lab technicians?

All kinds of people had access.

And we've been over them.

Bank records, polygraphs, all check out.

The only possible break
in the chain of evidence is Buntz.

Have you talked to him?

Chief thought he might run.
Wants us to build a case first.

I can't buy it.

Buntz is too smart
to pull something like that.

-There's more, Captain.
-(papers rustle)

Uh, I can't talk about it yet. Sorry.

-Keep me informed.
-(door opens)

Will do.

(door closes)

(tires screeching)

-Okay, we got it.
-I'll buzz you before we go in.

(car door opens, closes)

(indistinct chatter)

You, uh, been after this guy
a while, huh?

You could say that.

You know, I've been thinking about
going for a gold shield myself.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Plainclothes got it all
over this uniform work.

-(chuckles)
-NEAL (over radio): J.D.!

(heart beat thudding)

(gun clicks)

-(clicks)
-(Neal yelling)

You're busted, sucker!

-He was walking down the hall!
-(man grunts)

MYERS: Gun snapped three times
in LaRue's face.

All right, guys, take him.

MAN: Oh, man.

(Neal sighs)

-Hey, look...
-(men chattering)

Hey, hey, you okay, baby? You all right?

Never better. Right as rain.

(plate rattles)

All yours, partner.

I gotta take a load off.

We got a problem, Benedict.

-What?
-You okay, Mike?

He'll call you in a minute if he
needs help with his zipper, all right?

-Look, Buntz--
-No, you look.

One, you don't take another cop's snitch.

Two, you never take my snitch.

Yours? He practically
begged me to put him on.

Hey, hey, this is between you and me,
and what you did stinks.

Look, I talked to Thurston.
I mean, he wanted to make the switch.

He said that you had him
working for nothing.

You're not listening to me, Benedict.

-Hey, get lost.
-Hey, I'm talking to you.

(both grunting)

No, no, your man took the first shot,
Artelli. Ain't that right?

All right, you do whatever
you want with Thurston,

-but you just stay out of my way.
-(Mike groans)

I'm all right.

What's it like, you figure, buried alive?

(indistinct radio chatter)

Green light.

Down in the hole, buddy dies,
starts to rot away...

Ugh! It's like Tales from the Crypt.

White, putrid bones,
reaching out toward ya.

Maybe what saved the lieutenant
was a degree of maturity.

It's a real mental toughness,
that's what he's got.

Beginning Shamrock turf.

A muskrat trapped in a hole like that,
he'll chew off his own leg.

-Will you stop?
-(radio chatter)

WOMAN (on radio): 2203, we have a B&E
in progress, Dock Street and Main.

-2203 responding.
-(police siren wails)

Shamrock headquarters.

(tires screeching)

-(people shouting)
-Get outta here! Get outta here!

-(glass breaking)
-(shouting continues)

(people shouting)

(clamoring)

LUCY: Stop it! Stop!

(clamoring continues)

Mr. Martinez, you're under arrest!

Knock it off!

I'm coming in!

(people shouting in Spanish)

-(thuds)
-Knock it off!

LUCY: Open up! Police!

-JESUS: They got my sister in there!
-2203 requesting backup, Main and Dock.

-Would you hold it, Martinez!
-This is Lebanon, man.

Potato-heads snatched my sister!
They took her across the line!

Hey, stop throwing all that junk!

-(police siren wailing)
-(crowd quiets down)

We're gonna napalm the whole neighborhood,
you... (speaks Spanish)

-Shut up, Martinez!
-I'm gonna turn you to hash browns!

I said open it up, will you,
or were coming in!

-MAN: Yeah, open that door!
-(bangs door)

I said we don't got her, man!

Russo, will you go in there, check it out?
Lola Martinez is who we're looking for.

We're gonna crucify you, dude!

Oh, yeah? Yeah, you want a war, man?

-Well, you got one.
-Come on!

Shut up, Martinez, come on!

Get him to the car now.
Everybody else, clear out!

-Everybody!
-I'm not leaving without my sister!

No sign of the sister.

Come on, in the car, Martinez.

You'd better call the police!
'Cause you're all dead.

-All of you!
-Get in the car!

-All of you, hear me? All--
-Get in the car!

Anarchy, Frank.
I mean, all turfs were overrun.

Gypsy kid had his pelvis broken
with a baseball bat.

What happened to Lola Martinez?

She was late
for a wedding rehearsal this morning,

so the Diablos went looking for her.

Say they swear she was driven off
in a car by a Shamrock.

Shamrocks deny everything.

Yo, Furillo. You gotta get Lola back, man.
They're gonna kill her.

I'm telling you, man,
you gotta get her back!

I want a summit,
all warlords in by one o'clock.

I heard what happened.
You all right, J.D.?

Fine, Captain.

-It's my fault, Captain.
-Sounded unavoidable.

He's just a worrywart.

Bullet hasn't been made
with my name on it.

Well, I'd take it easy just the same.
It had to be a traumatic experience.

Would've been a lot more traumatic
if that gun had of gone off.

-Grace.
-(door closes)

Hello, Frank.

-Everything all right?
-Oh, pretty good.

As you can see,
I didn't take my vows as a nun,

but four months ago,
I started a new career.

Field Representative.

Richards Rubber Products.

-Congratulations.
-Thank you.

Um... automobile tires?

Pull the lever.

Yes, Frank, condoms.

It's been a while.

I'm here to install our machines
in your restrooms.

-You are--
-Your men are opinion voters, Frank.

Authority figures,
who meet hundreds of people a day.

-We want them to spread the word.
-Back up a minute.

(laughs) I'm sorry.

I... I left the convent

because my concept of love
cannot accept vows of chastity.

But when I got out, I found
that love itself is in peril today.

It's the Black Plague all over again.

You're talking about
sexually-transmitted diseases.

Exactly. Fear of human contact
is epidemic.

People are growing afraid
of tenderness, sharing,

passion, of love itself.

This is the solution?

No, it's not the solution,
but it's the best remedy we have so far.

Grace, there are other ways.

Police stations are only the first step.

We want these dispensers
in every city facility,

and from there, who knows.

It's a war, and we don't have
a moment to spare.

How much is this gonna
cost the department?

Nothing. It's free to law enforcement
because our motto is the same as yours...

to protect and serve.

I have the installation order
if you'd like to see it.

-That I won't be necessary.
-Thank you, Frank.

It's good to see you again.

I'll send you a complimentary
rainbow packet.

Bean-brain, huh?

(thumping)

(men muttering)

(thumping continues)

-Yeah, gotta find it.
-Uh-huh.

Every room.

Every room and not find a thing,
that's the way it is.

Alkie, in a cup.

(sighs)

I got something, Norm. Mucho sensitivo.

Maybe worth the bump we talked about.

(scoffs) All right,
I can see you're still peeved.

I'm gonna give you a minute to cool down.

What are you lookin' at?
You got a problem?

Hey, Norm.

If I may say so,
I really think you're overreacting.

I mean, look, I'm a businessman.

I'm just trying to bring you in line
with certain economic realities.

Okay, maybe I did push
a little hard this morning.

I can see that.
I'm big enough to admit my mistakes.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

This item I'm about to give you,
old price, one-time offer,

never-to-be-repeated-again savings,
take it or leave it, all sales final.

Check, please.

(sighs) Okay, Norm, twist my arm.
This one's a freebie.

While we speak,
cops are trashing your place.

(clears throat)

Okay, fine.

I was there, I saw it.
But it didn't happen.

You don't know me,
I don't know you, we never met.

MAN: That's five-fifty.

(register dings)

Thanks, Norm.

Look, I'm glad you came to your senses.

There were at least
three cops up there, two in uniform.

I believe I signed you
a frequent visitors' pass.

Norm, did you hear what I said?

There's cops sniffing your underwear.

-Come on.
-I'm just trying to help.

How's your color on your TV, Sid?

Listen, I may be late this afternoon.

Doubt they'll get to you anyway,
Lieutenant. First day of testimony.

I got a problem in my apartment.

Howard, how do you feel?

Lucy, I'm touched.

Officer Flaherty, you needn't have come.

TV's calling you
"the cop who wouldn't quit," Lieutenant.

Everyone wants to know when you're gonna
sell your story to Hollywood.

I probably should
pass my experience along.

Frankly, it surpassed the ordinary.

Whew, what, are you kiddin'?

In the dark, nothing to eat
or drink for 11 days?

And the guy who died?

(swallows)

(weakly) Oh, he was a...

He was a wonderful man, Bill.

A true humanist.

Me, personally, I would have freaked out.

-Oh.
-HOWARD: Prunella?

Oh, Howdy.

Prunella.

(chuckles) Beautiful, man.

What?

I feel like I got X-ray eyes, Neal.

I can see things like they really are.

That's cool, babe.

I mean it, man. It's all happening.

Out there, in here, molecules, life...

I feel it.

Uh... let's see how you feel
about our old friend, Leroy Sherman, huh?

You are nuts, Sherman!

Give me my cat, come on.
He wasn't bothering you.

-(tires screeching)
-Come on, man. Back off!

LEROY: I told you to back off!

Look at the cat. I'm tired of you, Tabby.

You're not gonna fool me anymore
with your innocence, man!

-Dig? No way, baby!
-(meows)

Because I got your vibes and I know
who you've been trafficking with!

(purrs)

You're not gonna con Leroy again.

-Hey, hey, hey, Leroy.
-No, no, no, Detective!

-(police siren wailing)
-Don't come one step closer!

Tabby gets it!

Come on, Leroy, put the gun away, man.

-(cat purrs)
-Tabby must die.

-(car door opens, closes)
-He's out this time! Evicted!

-Relax, Mr. Glass.
-But he's got my cat!

Go on, man, do the cat!

Go roll a drunk, will ya?

Leroy. What's happening?

What's happening?

This beast has served time in hell!

He's nuts! Shoot him! Shoot him!

Hey, come on, Leroy, it's just a cat.

Nah. Messages.

-He send me messages through him.
-(purrs)

They tell me terrible things.

Leroy. Look at me.

I understand.

No one understands.

I understand.

(whispering)

(cat purrs)

Oh, man!

(crying) Oh, little Tabby.

LEROY: Thanks, Detective!
I thought I was the only one!

I don't believe this.

What did you say to him?

(car door opens, closes)

It was private, Neal.

(police siren wailing)

Cross the Mau Mau line,
you pay Mau Mau fine.

Emperors cross any line they want.

Gentlemen, you know the drill.

Let's save the scintillating
conversation for downstairs.

-Chief?
-Aha. Our own Shakespeare.

-Well done, Henry.
-Thank you.

I noticed there was no chief
in your story.

You saving him for later chapters?

Yeah, I am.

Love to talk to you about
the characterization sometime.

I know we both want to see
a fair and accurate portrayal.

-Chief.
-Frank, I need a minute.

-I have a gang summit.
-It can wait.

If this is about Lieutenant Buntz--

We'll talk about that after IAD's through.

Frank...

Have you seen Howard Hunter yet?

He was sleeping.
I'm going back this afternoon.

Uh-huh. We have a problem.

Bill Palmer, Hunter's companion who died,

I just got a call from
the medical examiner's office.

Seems like a part of Palmer was...

devoured.

You mean decayed?

No, Frank, I mean devoured.

As in "eaten for lunch."

Not-not a big part.

Just a-a minute portion, here.

-Rats?
-The teeth marks were human.

-My God.
-Exactly.

I'm telling the press
how Howard exemplifies

the highest traditions of the department,

and it turns out
he munched a little flesh.

-Chief--
-I can see the headlines now.

"Head EATer Takes Job Literally."

Chief, I find this
a little hard to believe.

Believe it, Frank.

Thanks to a little high-powered
interference from your chief,

the ME's report is squelched.

Now it's your turn.

Talk to Howard.

Make that pervert realize he's not
to breathe a word of this to anyone.

All right.

If this checks out, poor Howard.

Oh, Frank, spare me.

This whole thing
is driving my prostate nuts.

(door slams)

(telephone ringing)

PATRICK: Hey, Sal.

What are you building,
a bathroom or a new wing?

Everyone cheap-shots the plumber.

Let me tell you something.
You know who the first plumbers were?

-Mm.
-The Romans, that's who.

Yeah? Where are they today?

I'll tell you what it is, man!

Martinez, he got one hand
in the Gypsy Boys

-and the other in the cops.
-(all chattering agreement)

You babies listen and you listen good.

There is no unification between
Los Diablos and the Gypsy Boys.

Oh, yeah, man. We believe you.

We have the word
of the Gypsy Boys and the Diablos

that this wedding is personal.

-That's bull! Bull!
-Hey!

Either my sister gets back soon
or someone's gonna

wear a shade over their heads
and plug it in like a lamp!

-Anybody have his sister?
-Everybody have his sister. (laughs)

I'm gonna shut your ugly mouth!

Knock it off!

You had your say, now let me
tell you what's gonna happen.

Lola Martinez will be safely home
within two hours.

The border incidents will cease.

And this wedding will proceed
without incident.

Or by God, I'll bring this precinct back
to a time most of you never knew!

You won't be able to walk a block
without being spread and read.

Sledgehammers in the middle of the night.

Search warrants in your
girlfriends' faces,

Those of you who don't know me
ask the ones who do.

Lieutenant Goldblume,

make sure Mr. Martinez
gets safely back to his cell,

and these men are safely returned
to their neighborhoods.

(chairs scraping)

(men chattering)

-(telephone ringing)
-Want to tell me what's going on, Captain?

-What are you talking about, Norm?
-Come on, cops toss my place,

you want to pretend it's a freakin' B&E?

So, this is IAD's call, huh?

Inside.

Officer Shipman, I believe
you know Lieutenant Buntz.

All right, come on, what do you got,
Shipman? I want all of it.

The lieutenant says
some officers raided his apartment.

-We had a warrant.
-Your warrant's crap.

There's a kilo of cocaine missing
from the suitcase you recovered.

I was informed
for the first time this morning, Norm.

I don't know anything about it, Captain.

We recovered this tackle box
from the lieutenant's apartment.

Found it behind the motor
in his refrigerator.

Contains $17,000 in cash, mostly 20s,

about a thousand in ten dollar bills.
Right, Lieutenant?

What about it, Norm?

FRANK: Howard?

Frank!

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

I-I understand that I'm to
face the cameras in an hour.

Yeah, I want to talk to you
about that, Howard.

(clears throat)

Uh, the ME's report is in
on Bill Palmer, and, uh...

we may have something
of a public relations problem here.

What?

Howard, I know you've been through
a horrible ordeal.

Uh...

but I have no diplomatic way to put this.

Did you...

eat part of Bill Palmer?

Yes, Frank.

Have you told this to anyone else?

No, it, uh... it hasn't come up.

Good.

Look, I... I have no doubt

you did what you felt was necessary.

Bill and I had a pact.

The one who survived
took the nutrients of the other.

We've suppressed the ME's report,

so you needn't be concerned about
any of this getting out.

Frank, are you suggesting
that I not tell the truth?

I'd leave out the part
about the nutrients.

Heaven's sakes why, man?

To the true survivalist,

every life preserved is a lesson learned.

Trust me, Howard,
people are not going to understand.

Oh. (swallows)

I see, it's that departmental image, huh?

Well, I think if the chief knew--

The chief does know,
and he wants this kept quiet.

Really?

Howard, just do me this favor.

Don't talk to the press
until you've had some more rest,

and-and we've talked this out further.

(sighs)

All right, old sport.

But, you know...

I-I think we just have an honest
difference of opinion here.

Please, Howard?

Understood.

Whew! Hot, huh?

Yeah. A little, I guess.

If it ain't the lucky man.

See you on the street, sucker.
Your warrant's bogus.

Wh-what's he talking about?

Nothing. Just blowing smoke.

Our warrant is solid, man.

I mean, we got that guy,
we nailed him good.

Sure we did, lover.

Guy dry snaps me three times
and walks on some technicality?

No way. No way, man. (panting)

-Are you okay, baby?
-I'm fine.

It's-it's that scum wad
that's in trouble.

That's right.

-I checked the warrant. It's airtight.
-Uh-huh.

Besides, there's no way he's walking on
assault with an intent to commit murder.

-Now, let's go in and testify, all right?
-(breathing deeply)

-J.D.
-Go ahead.

I, uh-- just-- I need another drink.

(water running)

(exhales)

Hey, blondie,
the ladies' room is finished.

I'd be honored to take you
on a personal tour.

Well, thanks, Sal,
but I've had three better offers today

-and they were all from winos.
-Whoa, whoa!

Okay,

-I'm gonna lay my cards on the table.
-Mm-hmm.

North Avenue Seafood Grotto,
7:30 tonight, you and me.

Candlelight, clams and Chianti.

You're kidding.

No, I like making a fool of myself
in the middle of a police station.

Uh, thanks, Sal, but no.

Come on, think about it.

No.

Okay, but I can see you weakening.

You know I'll be back.

Juanita, what took you so long, huh?

-Baby, I'm sorry!
-I've been waiting--

Furillo, I've never waited so long
for bail in my whole life.

-Don't get arrested next time.
-(muttering)

Lola! Lola!

-Oh!
-You're all right! You're all right!

Look! Furillo, she's all right! You!

-You're the scum who took her!
-No!

-You kidnapped my lady!
-(all yelling)

-(glass shatters)
-Get your hands off him!

-Arrest him, Furillo!
-I love him!

-What?
-I-I wasn't kidnapped.

I-I went with Tommy.

Why don't we continue this in my office.

(door closes)

Huh.

How can you say you love a Shamrock?

Look at this. Joey O'Donnell, '81.

It was before I joined.

How long have you two known each other?

Three weeks.

-JESUS: Three weeks?
-Long enough to know.

-Three weeks!
-It just sort of happened.

Well, it's gonna un-happen!

'Cause you're gonna marry
Enrique Suarez, and that's that.

(yells in Spanish)

LOLA: You see, Captain,
I knew I couldn't talk to him!

-Jesus--
-Case closed, Frankie.

-Just talk to--
-Case closed!

LOLA (crying): What do you want to do?

-Do you want to ruin my life?
-I don't want to hear this!

Do you want me to marry
somebody I don't even love?

All you ever do is think about yourself!

What about me? When's it gonna be my turn?

I cooked for you for years!

And I cleaned for you
and all your friends!

And I did everything to take Mama's place!

(sobbing) Come on, I love you.

I love you, Jesus,
please, don't do this to me!

Por favor, Jesus.

(sobbing)

What kind of a brother am I, Frankie?

Look at her.

Look at my beautiful Lola.

She's happy. A Shamrock!

But she's happy.

(speaking Spanish)

It's all right.

(speaks Spanish)

Are you gonna call off the wedding?

A wedding goes on.

(sobs)

JESUS: But with a Shamrock.

-I love you.
-Te amo.

-TOMMY: You're okay, Jesus.
-Yeah, yeah.

-TOMMY: You okay?
-JESUS: Yeah, I'm okay.

You take care of my little sister.

(chuckles)

What the hell, it's paid for, eh?

So, uh...

What kind of jackpot they got me in?

Well, the evidence
is largely circumstantial.

Their trump card is that 17,000 they found
behind the refrigerator.

They can't prove how I got that.

Maybe not, but we need to account for it.

Why, if they can't prove anything?

Come on, Lieutenant, you're a cop.

You got missing dope and a pile of cash
in a suspect's apartment?

-What are you gonna think?
-(sighs)

Right. They'll hang me.

I don't care how you got the money.

But we can't frame a defense
without an explanation for it.

Can't talk about that now.

This is PBA you're talking to, Lieutenant.
I am on your side.

I understand, counselor.

(clears throat)
I'm sorry to waste your time.

Then for the next four days,
Bill recited to me,

with an urgency that I didn't
at first understand,

a fully-realized...

moral philosophy of survivalism.

Then he was gone.

And you were alone. All alone.

Well, not entirely, uh,
for Bill left me a gift.

This is what I was trying to make
Captain Furillo understand.

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

I'm here, Howdy, I'm here.

Well, Bill told me it was my obligation

to assume his
remaining nutrients for myself.

Howdy, you didn't.

In the morning of the seventh day,
I took Bill at his word.

You consumed human flesh?

Well, I took nutrients. The soul had fled.

Well, what's wrong, my dear?
Surely, you of all people.

Every fortnight,

Jaggawala would enter the jungle.

He would return the next morning
in a strange mood, full of vigor.

The villagers would not tell me
where they went.

They accused me
of being a nagging "boptami."

And so one evening, I followed him.

And I observed the bonfires
of his ceremony.

The sacrifice, the human sacrifice.

And the banquet that followed.

And so I fled to you, Howdy,

only to find that you practice
the same perversion.

Well, no offence, Prunella,
but I assume Jagga's a cannibal.

And this situation is a different matter.

Oh...

Is there no man for me
who can refuse partaking of the flesh?

-Prunella--
-I'm sorry, Howdy.

We are from two different worlds.

(knocking on door)

-Guido.
-Hello, Mary.

-Uh, you got a minute?
-Yeah, come in.

-Place is a mess.
-Ah, it looks fine.

-(baby crying)
-Oh, excuse me.

Tommy, Mommy's here. Mommy's here.

It's okay, it's okay...

Bad dream.

How is the little guy?

Oh, he's great, he's just...
He's great. (laughs)

That's good.

Something's wrong?

I gotta ask you to do something for me.

I wasn't talking to Guido
right after Tommy died.

-'Cause I was mad.
-I remember.

So, I don't know, month or two later,
Guido comes over.

He's got this box full of money.

Says he found it in Tommy's coop.

He's been holding it for me.

Where'd Donahue get the money?

I don't know, Captain.

Considering Tommy's situation,
I knew IAD would impound it.

-FRANK: Go on.
-I was pregnant.

I didn't know it when Tommy died.

And Guido said the money
was for me and the baby.

Uh, a few days later, I called him,
I was scared about keeping the money.

I was afraid I'd spent it on booze.
Just throw it away, you know.

I asked Guido to hold it for me.

(crying) It was Tommy's money, Captain.

Guido he-he was just doing me a favor.

He was Tommy's best friend, you know.

-(telephone ringing)
-(Norman sighs)

-What now, Captain?
-I don't know, Norman.

She was telling the truth.

Board of Rights is gonna have
a hard time believing that.

And even if they buy it,
you're way, way out of policy.

-Don't look good, huh?
-No.

Yeah.

Hello, Peg.

That's right,
it's your no-good brother. Hi.

I was just thinking, uh, that, uh...

it's been a while
since you and Rob were over.

Maybe we could have dinner.

Oh. Let him go to Vegas, huh? (chuckles)

I hope you put a padlock on his wallet.

(chuckles) Yeah.

Uh, well, maybe just-just
me and you then, huh?

Joining him tonight, huh? That's great.

It's great, great that you could get away.

(exhales)

No.

No, I'm not angling for a loan.

Just thinking about my sister, that's all.

Yeah, ring me when you get back.
We'll, uh... set something up.

Bye.

(Frank sighs)

Grace Gardner's latest project.

Interesting.

I understand your story
got a rough reception.

Nothing unexpected.
I suppose I'm a little disappointed.

I was hoping maybe some people
would appreciate the fact

I got it down right.

Hm, being a writer takes
some getting used to, I guess.

Well, at least you're on your way.

-I guess.
-Henry, uh...

Did you have to make the captain so bland?

Just a friendly observation.

I'll keep it in mind, Frank.

Hey, J.D. you all right, man?

(sniffs) Fine.

Day catching up, huh, babe.

A little. Maybe.

Yeah.

(voice shaking)
I was feeling so good there.

You were in shock, babe.

Now, I...

(pills rattle)

I look...

I can't stop him.

Hey. It's a normal reaction, man.

I tried... talking to Peg.

But you know how it is with her.

Then...

(breathes deeply)

(crying) I... I almost died today.

And I don't have anybody to talk to.

(crying)

Hey, come on, babe, come on.
Come on, come on.

(sobbing)

It's all right.

-Hiya, Raymond.
-Good evening, Sergeant.

Evening, Turnbull.

-Hey, Lucy, hi!
-How you doing, Sarge?

Hey, sorry to force you back on roll call.

Oh, no problem there.

They gotta get a permanent
replacement sooner or later.

What it came down to is I just
didn't want to go back on day shift.

I'm so used to nights, you know.

Yeah, well, you gotta do
what's best for you, huh?

-Thanks, hon. Have a good night.
-Sure.

Sergeant Bates. These came for you.

Oh, thanks, Raymond.

Ooh, who's it from, Luce?

That's for me to know and you to find out.

Oh, what do I care, I got a date tonight.

Oh, and I'm real interested.

I'll see you later, Luce.

Raymond.

-MICK: Lieutenant.
-Mick?

Your story, I just read it.

Uh-huh.

It's good.

I mean, I really liked it.

Uh, part of it was sad,
part of it was funny.

I-I don't know, seemed very real to me,
for whatever that's worth to you.

That's worth a lot, Mick. Thanks.

You're welcome.

RAYMOND: Line three for you, Captain.

-Captain Furillo.
-Frank, uh...

I've been thinking about what you said,
how people might not understand.

Uh...

And I agree with you.
I'll not make mention of it.

Oh, I'm glad, Howard.

You sound tired. You deserve a long rest.

Thank you, Frank. (clears throat)

Goodnight.

Dinner, Lieutenant.

We're putting on a high-protein regimen.

Oh. Thank you, nurse.

(door opens, closes)

(sighs deeply)

-(up-tempo music playing)
-(people laughing)

Hey, hey, listen, I pay for chicken wings,
I get chicken wings,

or you ain't gonna have a catering truck
in the morning.

You understand, Mr. LaFontaine? Good.

(coin clangs)

So, how the two Furillo's doing?

-Oh, fine, Jesus.
-Lovely party.

Two G's, but I figure it's worth it, huh?

Oye, Jesus, nice gig!

-Hey!
-Hey.

Hey, this kid's got it easy.

I was their age, I was boosting
a Chevy a day, man.

It was work.

Now they sell some dope
and they buy the car.

They don't earn it.

My little brother,
he don't know the value of work.

Remember how much kids' lunch money
it took to make ends meet?

JESUS: Those days are gone, brother.

-Isn't that Tippi Mocha?
-Damn.

Come in here to make trouble like always.

FRANK: I thought he was in Harrisonville.

Got paroled last week.
You gotta keep up, Frankie.

Excuse me.

Yo, Tippi, why don't you go
park your ugly body outside?

-I like it here.
-Well, you're history, man.

-(clamoring)
-(thudding)

(record scratches)

Come on, Martinez. Just like old times?

FRANK: Tippi, drop the knife!

I can take out this slob.

-FRANK: Drop it, now!
-No, Frank, listen--

TIPPI (gasps): My chest!

(choking) My chest!

-He's stroking out.
-Call the paramedics.

-You're gonna be okay, Tippi.
-(Tippi groans)

That's what you get
for eating so many tacos, you fat toad.

Well, anyways, it's over.

I guess what hurts is it
didn't bother her that much.

(soft music playing)

Well... (chuckles) no big deal.

It is a big deal, Patrick.

Because you reached out.

And even though Officer Russo
didn't respond the way you hoped,

you followed your feelings.

(chuckles) I guess.

I'm glad you suggested this, Grace.

You seem to understand so much.

Do I?

That's funny.

Sometimes, during the last few months,

even I wondered if I was crazy.

What do you mean?

Well, you've got to admit, Patrick,

my life hasn't exactly
followed a conventional path.

But I've come to realize
that it's my path.

And I like my life.

-And how many people can say that?
-Not many.

Sometimes I do feel that...

we're all just trying
to find our way in the dark.

I feel that way, too.

We're both searchers, Patrick.

We could be back at my place
in 20 minutes.

No.

Now.

-(all laughing)
-MAN: Hey, Bob?

Jerry Siegler from St. Paul.

Jerry, how you doing?

Hey, I see we're on the same panel...

(continuing indistinct)

GRACE (laughing): Oh, Patrick!

PATRICK: Grace, Grace.
I-I can't get it open, Grace.

GRACE: Oh, no! No!

PATRICK:
Damn, do we really need this thing?

GRACE: Yes!

(knocks on door)

-(knocking continues)
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, who is it?

SID: It's me, Norm.

(lock clicks)

Hey, Norm.

Am I still persona non gratis?

-Let's go, in or out, Sid.
-I'm in.

And a bottle of rosé.

(Sid chuckles)

And... pistachios.

The big bag, Norm.

For little celebration.

(scoffs) For what?

(rustles)

Norman...

I have decided...

that not everything is
dependent upon the bottom line.

So, even though it's gonna cost me,
and don't I know it...

(bottle opens)

...I have given my notice to Benedict.

-(wine pours)
-This operator works for Norman Buntz.

-Period.
-Terrific.

Oh, come on, Norm.
Give us a little smile, huh?

Look, maybe you can still
patch things up with Benedict.

What are you talking about?

IAD's got my badge and my gun.

I've been suspended.

(closing theme playing)