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(indistinct chatter on TV)

(knocking on door)

-Yeah, who is it?
-SID: It's me, Norm.

(clears throat)

-Hey.
-What if I was asleep, huh?

I know my man better than that.

So, uh, what's going on, Sid?

I think yours truly
is finally making some progress.

Progress? How?

Well, I got confirmation,
certain gendarmes

have been moving some stuff
over the last few months.

It's a guy named Freddy Jerome,

who's this far away from give me the name.

-They move coke?
-No, prunes.

Look, Norm, who's ever framing you
for stealing the suitcase

makes sense maybe they sold some of it.

Where's this guy Freddy live?

-No, uh-uh, Norm-- Hey.
-I'm going crazy.

Norm-- Norman!

You're doing niente until we find out
who's giving you the inside shiv.

-Come on.
-Okay, all right, all right. It's just...

I'm just afraid they're gonna
take my job from me, Sid.

You wanna help?
Let me hold whatever cash you got.

This guy Freddy's gonna take some
encouraging before he gives me the names.

Here, come here.

-Here, I only got 38 bucks.
-Thirty-eight bu--?

All right, that's good. I'll get more.

Norm, no mistakes.

Remain at Chez Buntz.

Hey.

I appreciate what you're doing, Sid.

-(gunfire on TV)
-Look at that.

They're ruining those movies
with that colorizing thing.

(door shuts)

REPORTER (on TV):
We interrupt for this bulletin

from the Channel Seven news room.

A fire has broken out in the Hill Street
Station House of the Metropolitan Police.

(truck engine starts)

MAN: All right, we're clear,
let's head back.

Uh, where do we stand?

Extensive smoke and water damage, Captain.

We are doing a shear and stress test
and see if the structures has held up.

Can we work here?

Have preliminary status for you
in a few minutes.

Ready for more, Captain?

Two hookers killed on Van Buren.

Strangled with piano wire.

Yeah, that's the MO
on those Heights strangulations.

That phone's dead.
That other one's working.

All right, tell the Heights we want their
complete profile on the Piano Wire Killer.

Yes, sir.

Can you believe this, Captain?
You believe he'd go this far?

What are you talking about?

I knew Lieutenant Buntz
was a loose cannon,

but I never thought he'd go
endangering people's lives.

You think Lieutenant Buntz
had something to do with this fire?

Levelling, Captain?

We're very close to filing charges

on the evidentiary theft
the cocaine from the suitcase.

How do you figure a guy like that, huh?

Maybe he wants to bring
the whole house down with him.

Lieutenant Shipman...

we're hip-deep here in fire marshals.

No one's raised the possibility of arson!

I've been told they can show me
the spot on the fuse box

where the current overloaded!

-The Heights file's on its way, Captain.
-Thanks, Jenkins.

If you have enough to arrest Buntz
for stealing evidence, go ahead and do it.

-Why the angry tone of voice?
-Otherwise, leave us alone!

Captain.

What's our status?

Your, uh, power's hit bad.

And you got the wet
and you got the stink--

I've also got a serial killer
and an IAD investigation in progress.

If it's possible not to relocate,
that's how I'd like to proceed.

Okay, if you're willing to deal
with all that right now,

your base structure is holding up.

The only area
that I'd make a question mark

is back there in the corner.

(men shouting)

Otherwise, you should be all right.

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)

(indistinct chatter)

Are we following some organized regimen
here, Sergeant, as to clean-up?

Well, uh, everyone handles
the area they work in.

I guess we're lucky
the joint's still standing.

Only temporarily.
No doubt they will level and rebuild.

-No kidding.
-Lieutenant, Sergeant.

-Chief.
-Melancholy event, hm?

When's the new building go up, Chief?

Not my department, Sergeant.

(phone ringing)

Gentlemen.

Two seconds on another matter.

Charges filed yet on our friend Buntz
for stealing that cocaine?

-Not yet.
-I want them filed, Frank.

Talk to IAD.

I want our losses cut with that throwback.

So what page are we on
with these hooker murders?

I won't ask Detective Penzickis
what page he and his task force are on.

Oh, Penzickis, duck.

They've been on page one
since the unit was formed ten months ago.

Hey, we're just doing what mortals can,
Chief, you know?

Which obviously does not include
catching the killer.

Frank, I know today's
a logistical nightmare,

but I want you full bore on that maniac.

Detective Penzickis got us up to speed
on what the task force has developed.

FLETCHER: I'm sure that was a highly
informative conversation.

Did you show them the piece
in the Law Enforcement Monthly

where we're second from the top
in multiple unsolved homicides?

We gotta go somewhere, Chief.

Detective Penzickis is here
to cooperate with you, Captain,

under your supervision,

and Lieutenant Goldblume's,
if you catch my drift.

I understand they've decided
to level the precinct house.

Put up another building.

-FRANK: Oh?
-Yeah.

Suppose a fire's the sort of nudge
the bureaucracy needs to modernize, huh?

(scoffs)

-(glass shatters)
-What a guy.

You know, it's baffling,
but ever since I been on the force,

I have been the chief's fair-haired boy.

(loud crash)

Don't talk to me about
letters of appeal, mister.

You IRS people garnishee
my paycheck right out of left field.

Now, my wife has to buy groceries.

I wanna know who to talk to!

Yes, I will wait.

The coffee area is off-limits, Sid--
what's left of it.

Listen, fellas,
the guy's name is Freddie Jerome.

I got him positioned to come forward.

All I gotta do
is grease the wheel a little.

What are you saying, Sid?

You're gonna bribe the guy to lie
so Buntz gets off?

No, I got him positioned
to come forward to tell the truth.

What's the matter with you guys?

-You think Lieutenant Buntz did this?
-It's hard to know what to think, Sid.

Well, I'm telling you Lieutenant Buntz
did not pinch a suitcase full of soda.

I know.

I tried to talk him into doing it.

Whatever, Sid. A sawbuck is all I got.

That's it? Fellas.

-I got... 25.
-All right.

-This to help Lieutenant Buntz?
-Yeah.

I thought you and Buntz didn't get along.

I got, uh, 16 bucks.

Sixteen-- 16 bucks?
You guys gotta get a pay raise.

-I know.
-Hey, Norm.

-Norman, you promised--
-Out of my way, Sid.

Norman!

Lieutenant Buntz, it's my understanding

that you are suspended
and denied these premises?

Leave me alone.

Fay, Fay, listen. No. No, don't redeposit.

I'll go by the bank tonight
after I pick up Frank, Jr.

I'll give you a new check.

All right?

Sorry.

Well, of course it'll never happen again,
it never does.

(chuckles)

(clears throat) Yeah.

Thank you.

-Captain.
-Norman?

(sighs) Norman, I'm wondering
what you're doing here.

I mean, what good do you think you can do?

Uh... look, I'm going over and over
in my head, Captain.

I'm not getting an honest count
from this IAD guy.

Can we get something going up here?
Some sort of, uh, shadow investigation?

That is so far out of policy.

To investigate the evidence logs,
the theft.

We don't have venue.

If I assign men,
that's a transparent intrusion.

Captain, look...

I explained to Shipman
the money in my apartment.

He didn't question that.
He seemed to accept that.

Then they suspend me.

Obviously, they feel they have
more than they're saying.

Well, if they have more,
it's crap because I didn't do anything.

-What do you think?
-I'm playing it right down the middle.

Yeah, well, that's because what
a captain does, all right?

And, uh... I, uh, I had a few scrapes,
a few officer involves...

But, Captain...

One thing you ought to know
about Norm Buntz,

which is why I didn't do this, Captain,
it's why it don't even make sense.

I don't need the money, Captain.

Guys who do this, they're either jammed up

or it's what they like,
they like having lots of money.

What I like is people
don't screw around with me.

That's A.

And B... I like being a cop.

I'll have a look into this on my own.

That means no clout, no subpoena power,
but it's the best I can do.

You go home. You go home and stay there.

Look, uh, how about I just
stick around in case--

Norman. Home.

Home and stay there, now.

We were on sector patrol, Lieutenant.
That bag lady hailed us.

I guess she found the bodies
while she was going through the garbage.

-She didn't see anything else?
-No, sir.

-Find these IDs on the bodies?
-Yes, sir.

Bobby, Andy.

Lieutenant, uh, we're not gonna get
very much from that lady.

You fellas wanna do door-to-door
in the surrounding buildings?

I do not know why people trash the area
surrounding their own domicile.

Priority on lab and forensics, please.

You got it, Lieutenant.

They probably worked Dekker and 103rd.
Should probably start there.

-You want more time?
-No, no, let's get out of here.

Any thoughts?

Yeah, just ones I don't want to have.
Hold that for me, would you, please?

I think it's like the other killings,
but, uh... you know, different.

I don't think it's the same guy.

-Copycat?
-Mm-hm.

Listen... I'm the fella behind
the eight ball on this one, Lieutenant.

I am the last guy to ask...
about this stuff, you know what I mean?

Mm, thanks.

You feel okay?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I feel okay?

Aside from the fact
that I got a cash flow problem,

which would make Old Mother Hubbard blush,

and the fact
that I'm in the middle of a divorce,

which is roughly the equivalent
to the sack of Rome,

my existence on this planet is just fine.

Oh, man.

-Got a flat.
-(sighs)

(phone ringing)

WOMAN: Records.

Uh, excuse me.

-Yes?
-The initials on this motion hearing,

are those Judge Levine's?

I mean, I-- Levine is Harold, right?
That doesn't look like an H.

That's 'cause it's an N.

That's Judge Loring's initials.

Judge Nathan Loring, court B-4.

This cocaine hearing
was supposed to be in B-7.

That's Judge Levine's court.

Yeah, but Levine gets backed up

and if it's light
in another part of the courthouse,

they shoot the excess over there.

And the court officers on this list,
are they Levine's or Loring's?

Wachowski, Burton, uh, Levine's, B-7.

So this record doesn't actually tell us

which court officers
handled the evidence in this case.

Hey, we make the records up
when the hearing ready case

exits the hub courtroom. That's 90 a day.

I'm not accusing, but I have to know
who Loring's court officers are.

Well, that would be--

No, no, no, I don't mean that.
I mean in this case.

Oh, man, Captain, you're talking
an hour and a half to go through--

A man's career is at stake here.

Will you go through half of them?

PENZICKIS: Get outta here, would you?

-Penzickis.
-Get out of here.

-Hookers! Hookers!
-I don't get it.

How can't they see it's in
their best interest to talk to us?

You got no idea what kind of control
these guys got over their minds.

I mean, that Nazi propaganda guy--
What's his name?

I think he studied
with the pimps in Munich.

Listen, is lunch
something that's necessary?

Because, you know, I could skip it.

It's okay with me.

I got something I gotta take care of.

You know, actually,
you could do me a favor.

I mean, I have no idea
why you'd want to, but, uh...

Sure.

I gotta go see my wife's divorce lawyer.
You'd find him interesting.

He's one of the few human beings
on the planet with rabies.

-What's the favor?
-Oh, practically nothing.

All you got to do is just sit there,
I'll do all the talking.

Then, um... when I, uh...

When I put my finger
to my eye like this, right--

you go into your pocket like you're gonna
get something and you say to him,

"Shall I show him the pictures now,
Mr. Penzickis?"

That's it? "Shall I show him
the pictures now, Mr. Penzickis?"

Yeah, but you know, when I--
when I touch my eye like this.

What pictures am I referring to?

(sighs) My wife's trying to put
the squeeze on me for alimony.

I'm guessing she's running around.

So maybe if we make the guy
think like we got proof,

then he'll stop these blood-from-stone
experiments, you know?

(unidentifiable accent) Can I show him
the pictures now, Mr. Penzickis?

You're a great American.

(chuckles)

Just going around asking people
a few questions.

Two women were killed last night.

The bodies were found
in the vacant lot next door.

I don't know nothing about it.

You mind if we ask you a few questions?

You see anything last night out here?
Anything unusual? Strange?

No. Junkies. And babies crying.

Us eating off the ironing board.

Your name's Robert. Ain't that right?

Yeah, right. Do you know me?

-Not really.
-Ma'am, this is my card here.

Hill Street Station.

So if you hear anything unusual,

even people talking,
just let me know please.

In the meantime,
thank you very much for your time.

Let's go.

You know me, don't you? From where?

Doesn't matter.

Bobby, will you come on?
We still have three more floors

of valuable interviews to conduct.

Thanks for your time.

Okay.

Shipman overlooked five court officers

because their names never appeared
in the hearing records.

I'm assuming a clerical error,
but technically,

any one of them could have
handled the suitcase.

Cohoe Vernon.

-What about him?
-Damn.

-Damn!
-Norman.

I'll tell you what about him, Captain.

There's a guy named Benedict
at the Heights,

who was trying to steal my snitch.

Must have been pumping him for crap on me.

-Hoping to build a case.
-FRANK: And Cohoe?

They were damn partners.

When Cohoe who was a slug cop,
the two guys were partnered up together.

Dammit. I knew this was
a frame job, I knew it.

Howard? Frank.

We have to get four detectives
over to the federal courthouse right away.

Norman. You're gonna stay put.

You understand? You stay right here.

-Joyce.
-JOYCE: Hi, Irwin.

If this was the Catskills,

and this was my Uncle Haim's
Colony Resort,

they would call this "Jewish lightning."

Something wrong?

My constituents.

Nine killed in the last seven months,
and they go on with business as usual.

I understand it's come home now.

The ones last night
were found in the Hill?

I've got news.

July 1, I'm out of here.

Irwin. What? Private practice?

California. LA.

I've got a cousin there
who's got a real estate firm.

They're expanding
and they need a litigator.

-Half criminal, get into some civil.
-Congratulations.

-I'm really happy for you.
-Thanks.

So, uh... you don't want
to try and talk me out of it?

Try and get me to stay?

Joke.

-MAN: Sergeant?
-LUCY: Yeah?

City fiscal service.

We're gonna keep the repairs
minimal on this day

until we find out
about the structure's future.

But, uh, your electrical is functioning.

Well, more or less, it is.

And this authorizes a reconnect
on your plumbing.

Who's your contractor?

-Uh, Sal Binachi.
-B-minus.

Hey, Sal happens to be
a pretty good plumber.

Hey, use him, use him.

-Hey, aren't you Robert DiNapoli?
-Yeah.

(laughs) I thought that was you.

Tonight on TV you're gonna
open that vault, right?

Well, just came from the demolition site.
I was there with my people, yeah.

-What do you think's in it, you know?
-Gonna find out, aren't we?

Listen, um, sorry.
We just did a run-through.

And, um, I have got zero
visual composition without the cops.

Now, if I can't get night shift cops
assigned to me,

maybe I can hire some daytime cops
who are off duty.

Uh, well, uh, I can
let the day shift know.

Okay. You get me up to eight bodies,
50 bucks apiece for three hours.

I think your arithmetic's a little off.

No, no, no, the extra hundred's for you.
For helping me out.

That's a lot more than anybody else
around here has done.

Well, maybe you didn't notice,
but we had a fire, huh?

Captain, Lieutenant Shipman on line three.

Furillo.

Yeah, you heard right.
We're bringing in Officer Cohoe.

Because you weren't doing
your job, that's why.

No excuses, you blew the Cohoe connection,
you blew the courthouse connection,

and I won't have my man Buntz
subjected to this level of incompetence.

No, no, you won't take him downtown.
We're questioning him here.

Well, you get up here
if you want to hear it.

-We booking, Captain?
-Not yet. Interrogation A.

Irwin, I need you.

Interrogation A.

Leon Durst, Captain,
representing Detective Cohoe.

Now, I know time's a factor.

Yeah, meaning your client knows
we can get the same information

from his running-mate, Detective Benedict.

But in which case,
hypothetically speaking, Captain,

you could be giving away the head guy
to bag a lonely accomplice.

Obviously, your lowly accomplice here

is the guy who broke into a suitcase
containing 80 pounds of cocaine,

for which another cop
has been wrongly accused.

Well, if that's what you
want to settle for, Captain,

but you'll be missing
three quarters of the players.

No games. What has he got?

I gotta walk.
Off the force, okay, but no charges.

No way a free walk.
A free walk is too cheap.

LEON: Now, you wouldn't say that,
gentlemen, if I told you

there's also a high-ranking
police official involved here.

-We can give him to you.
-What official? Doing what?

-In the thick of it.
-Who?

-(laughs) No.
-Rank?

-Lieutenant.
-We can add...

with Internal Division responsibilities.

Come on, Cohoe.
If you have something to tell us--

But I want to make sure I walk.

If he's as big as you say,
and if it sticks,

then you walk, that's all we can offer.

Well, as a matter of fact,
that's all we wanted.

Go ahead.

-Shipman.
-Lieutenant Shipman?

Lieutenant Jim Shipman, IAD.

They had him. Benedict had him
for stealing a captain's test.

Shipman was in their pocket
and they owned him, like they own me.

Uh, we had a deal.

-(knocking on door)
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, my friend.
Are you ready for some good news?

What's that, Sid, huh?

You got a message from your great pal,
Detective Benedict?

Huh? He got something for me?

Maybe a lifetime ticket to Lamster's Cove?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Vernon Cohoe,
you moron!

Cohoe, wait a minute, that's the name
Freddie J. just found for me.

-I came here to give that to you.
-Well, you're late, Sid.

Furillo had that for me hours ago.

Now, I tell you something, huh?

Cohoe used to partner
with Benny Benedict, huh?

Your big spender Benedict!

-Ah, Norm--
-"Ah, Norm." Yeah, they framed me, Sid.

Benedict framed me and he used you
to get anything he needed.

Aw, Norm, I never thought--

Listen, the only thing I ever said
a word about was the money.

The rest was just plain snitching.

Well, that was enough.

(sighing)

Norm, if Furillo's on to it,
then they got him, right?

-They get the other guy, too?
-What guy, your pal Benedict?

No, the other guy. The guy inside.

Freddie Jerome said nobody's sweating this

because it was somebody
inside the investigation.

-Name.
-Wish to heck I had one for you.

Can't tell you how bad I feel about this.

I don't know, just somebody high up.
That's all I know.

Shipman.

Listen, Norm I got a knot
right here where I breathe.

I know I'm in no position to give advice,

but what I'm seeing,
you're gonna do something nuts.

-Shut up, Sid.
-A: Shipman may not be the name.

And B: they got it already!

Who's they, huh? Shipman is they.

How 'bout maybe Furillo
is sitting on his hands

and Shipman is three-quarters
the way to Acapulco, huh?

Yeah, uh-uh, Lieutenant Shipman,
please, 309--

All right, all right, thank you, yeah.

He's gone. Shipman's left already.

Now, wait a minute, Norm.

(door opens, closes)

(dialing phone)

Yeah, Captain Furillo, please.
Sidney Thurston calling.

I'm a snitch, that's what I do.

One count solicitation.

Hey, I don't need no intake.
Just plead me.

Why don't you catch him?
Why don't you just make him stop?

She knew those two girls,
Candy and Jermaine.

The murdered prostitutes?

Why don't you working girls
help the police a little more?

-I'm sure there's somebody--
-What do you mean, help you?

What's to say if I help you,
he's not gonna come to kill me?

You catch him, you people catch him
before he kills somebody else.

Was she charged?

No, she came in to find out
the names of the two women killed.

-What's her name?
-Cassie.

But don't put me in the middle
of nothing, Ms. Davenport.

Did she do something to you?
Want me to go get her?

No.

Dorine? Fingerprints.

-Couple hours personal time, Sarge.
-You got it.

Irwin, those warrants
on Shipman ready yet?

Should be here by now.

Sid Thurston, Captain, line four.

Hello.

No, I know who you are,
just tell me what you--

All right. Yeah, I'll take it from here.

Irwin, have those warrants follow me.
To Shipman's place.

Call Division.

-Checking on an ethics question, Irwin.
-Shoot.

-A hypothetical conversation.
-Mm-hm.

On three occasions,
which the other party addresses me

as if I'm a member
of the police department.

It's clear she thinks I'm a cop,
she doesn't realize I'm lawyer.

-Query?
-Query, am I bound by privilege

as to the conversation substance?

Thus proving conclusively you dozed
through Legal Canons and Principles 101.

Yes or no, Irwin.
Can I tell someone what she said?

Yes, you can tell them.

-You're not bound.
-Thanks.

You're gonna miss these little chats.

-Shipman warrants for you, Mr. Bernstein.
-Thank you.

Lieutenant Goldblume?

He's in interrogation
with a Detective Penzickis.

Have a police officer forward
these warrants to the captain, please.

All right. See if you can get
Officer Russo to do this.

-Plumbing's reconnected.
-Attaboy, Sal.

Just took a look at the pipes behind
the south wall, where the fire spread.

-So?
-Well, the whole place coulda went.

I keep thinking what coulda happened

if a certain person
were in it when it burned.

Sure don't like thinking about that.

-Oh, come on.
-Have dinner with me.

Her name is Cassie,
she works somewhere in the red zone.

I think you should question her.

I think she knows something
about those murders.

-Who are you?
-She's a lawyer.

What, and you're representing this Cassie?

If I were representing her,
I wouldn't be talking to you.

Thank you. (clears throat)

Good afternoon.

Afternoon, ma'am, um...

There was an incident in the vacant lot
outside your building last night.

I saw.

You saw something, ma'am?

It's been on the television all day.

No, ma'am, what I was asking you is,

that if you actually saw anything
out your window last night.

I'm not hard-of-hearing, sir.

So you didn't see
anything last night, ma'am?

Oh, I-I stay away from the window ever
since Mr. Sussmann passed away.

-It's been nine years--
-Oh, thank you, ma'am.

Oh, let me fix you some tea.

-Uh, ma'am--
-Thank you very much, ma'am.

The tea will be no trouble.

That's okay, ma'am.

Thanks for your time.

Thank you, Officer.

Yeah.

-Thank you, sir.
-(door shuts)

-Buddy, we are in luck.
-Last apartment of the day is empty.

We are finished.

-I get it, too. I get it, too.
-What?

Depression, every time we go
on the door-to-door canvass.

I get so blue by the end of the day,
I could slit my wrists,

but I have a solution; Dr. Renko's
after-shift beers at Slattery's Bar.

-Renko, cut it out.
-I'm not gonna let it get to you.

I'm not gonna let it get to me.

Third place gonna be lucky, Cassie?

Used to be his cousin Tyrone's place.

I'd sleep there during the day.

It's the only other place
I know where he'd be.

You're doing the right thing.

If Dwayne killed those girls...

Just Candy and Jermaine.
Just those two last night.

Oh, well, then he's all right, huh?

Well, the others he brought
to that White man downtown.

He died last month?
The White man downtown?

That's why all the murders stopped.

Then Dwayne got afraid
somebody was gonna tell.

There it is.

Second floor, all the way in the back.

Okay.

-Stay with her. She'll ID.
-Yes, sir.

I don't want to stay here.
I don't want to see him.

Cassie. It's all right.

-Okay.
-I got the door.

Open up, police!

Halt! Police!

Go away!

Stop or I'll shoot!

Penzickis!

Halt!

You're busted, Dwayne.

I don't understand
what you don't understand, Mr. Belker.

The year 1984 return
was kicked out for an audit.

Nineteen-eighty-four...

And you failed to respond
to five mail requests

-to set up an appointment.
-I never got those.

So you say.

So the next step
is you garnishee my paycheck?

Got your attention, didn't we?

See, now I can see why it was kicked out.

It's, uh, this claim
of maternal dependency.

That's correct, I took care of my mother
the last three years she was alive.

I paid her bills.

Can you prove that?

Yes. Yes.

I got all the receipts.

So these, uh, contributions on your part
constituted more than half her income?

It was me, Social Security and bingo.

Yeah, well, as long as you can prove that,
we got no problem.

Now, you can access
her papers and receipts?

-Hers?
-There a problem with that, Mr. Belker?

Can you access them?

Yeah, I guess so.

Unbelievable. Packing a suitcase.

Put that gun away,
and you're under arrest.

No, no. No, no.

You're under suspension,
means that gun is illegal!

Hey, Mr. Internal, I don't think
you got time to arrest me.

-Not with that plane you're gonna--
-(yelling)

(grunts)

All right!
All right, now you tell me, huh?

You tell me all about it, huh?

What you guys did,
how you figured, what'd you think

when you decided
to give me the fall on this!

-Stop!
-Who cares?

He's a freak anyway, so frame the bastard?

What an infant!

Get off him, Norman, let up!

No, no, I'm not so sure, Captain.

-Norman--
-Tell you the truth,

I'm not sure what my move is here.

No, you see, because this is
what's important to me, Captain.

I look down the road,
I don't see me coming out of this a cop.

I don't see how I come out of this okay.

You put down the gun, you give him up!

Or you're never
gonna come out of this okay!

-Come on, Shipman.
-(groans loudly)

Arrest Lieutenant Buntz.

Shipman, too. Under warrant.

I thought he was gonna get away.
I was-- I was only holding him, is all.

I know that.

-Chief.
-Captain, I just spoke to ADA Morrissey.

There'll be no direct
grand jury presentation.

-Chief, on Buntz...
-Stormin' Norman?

Is this necessary?

The gun's a technical felony at worst,

committed under the most extreme pressure
and for understandable reasons.

Rather pin a medal on him, Frank?

Docket N-695611,
Detective Michael Benedict,

charged with grand larceny,

possession of controlled substance,
obstruction of justice.

-People ask 250,000 bail.
-This is after consultation?

Correct. My client expects
the bond to be posted.

Long date. Next.

BAILIFF: Docket N-695599,
Lieutenant Norman Buntz.

Felonious possession of a weapon.

-People are asking 100,000.
-Why?

Why? Because Daniels spoke to Morrissey.

-On bail for Buntz?
-No.

IRWIN: But his nose is so far out
of joint, Frank, over this whole business.

FRANK:
I'll run interference with the chief.

Irwin, please.
What the case is worth, Buntz can make.

(sighs)

Good thing private practice awaits.

Ten thousand?

Your Honor, I misread my papers.

People ask 10,000,
ten percent cash alternative.

Can defendant make that?

Yeah.

You wish to say something more,
Lieutenant?

Nah. No.

-Hi, Tina.
-Hi.

So are you gonna pick up
a quick 50 tonight?

What are you talking about?

The TV guy, he's hiring cops
for window dressing for the TV show?

Bates has the chits, if you're interested.

-Guess not.
-You're not interested?

Okay.

Yo, fellas, in or out on the TV gig?

-In.
-Um, I'm not sure.

All right.

-Okay...
-We set, Detective?

Rendezvous at 6:15.

You set your timepiece, Paulie,
and contact your Swiss banker.

(chuckles)
I've already done it. Everyone's on alert.

Hey, hey, hey, what's happening, Paulie?

Uh, how you doin' there, Detective?

Mm-hm.

Can't be any accident, J.D.

What are you talking about?

Three times within 24 hours
I seen you with Paulie.

It's a free country.
That's what our forefathers fought for.

Uh-huh.

Hey, a cup of coffee, please, Estelle.

'Course, if I didn't think
you were gonna be a prude,

maybe I'd tell you what we got going.

Don't tell me, lover.

Maybe I'd let you in
on some guaranteed dinero.

Plus, that TV hump, Robert DiNapoli,

he gets egg on his puss
in front of however many people

he roped into watching his TV program.

Take the no, J.D.

Neal, Paulie's got the sewer plans.

A back way into that wine cellar.

I mean, it's even legal.
The law of salvage.

We got as much right to it as he does.

-What do you say?
-I say no.

Crawling on my belly through human waste.

That's why they made horse-racing.

Detective.

I got a bunch of telephone
messages for you.

-Everything okay at home?
-No, it isn't.

It's my mother.

Detective.

Nothing gives me greater pleasure

than revising upwards
my opinion of one of my men.

Lieutenant, I'm very proud.

Thank you. Book him.

Be gentle, he's somebody's
son and brother, huh?

I'm from the fire marshal's office, Chief.
If I could just have a couple minutes.

Uh, these reporters are on deadline.

Boys, I'll keep my statement simple.

Just that an arrest like this

is what makes police work
the soul-satisfying vocation it is.

Then Greene's responsible for last year's
string of piano wire murders?

Well, my understanding,
that's a rather complicated situation.

I wouldn't want to prejudice any juries.
But I will say that I'm breathing easier.

But what about these reports that
they're tearing down Hill Street, Chief?

Yeah, new building's gonna have
a sauna and ping-pong rooms

and from what I hear, it's gonna be--

-Well, I haven't actually seen any plans.
-Is that right?

-They're tearing the old building down?
-Yeah.

From what I've been hearing.

Jeez, 'cause this building
came through the fire like a champ.

I mean, they don't build 'em
like this anymore.

Well, who actually said
that the building is coming down?

I thought Lieutenant Hunter said that
they were gonna level the whole place.

I don't know,
I guess he's just saying his own opinion.

Gentlemen, ladies,
let's understand each other.

Given the budget crunch,
if old is sound, then old is better.

But I repeat, it's not my department.

Didn't you come here to get the story
on an historic and heroic arrest?

-Norman.
-Lieutenant.

I salute you.

Thanks.

Yes, I've been there,
non carborundum, and all that.

How'd you get by, Howard?

What, the humiliation and unjust emotion?

I stood there, in front of everybody...

in front of the judge, the cops...

as if I was a thief. Or a pimp.

Well, you're neither.

You're a man.

Naked, shivering,
everything in the world taken from you,

you'd still be that.

-You believe that?
-Oh, yes, I've had to.

Norman...

people like Daniels
don't give a rat's dropping

about people like you and I.

REPORTER: What about Lieutenant Buntz?

What about him?

As I jokingly suggested to his captain,
are we supposed to pin a medal on him?

He, in fact, was a decorated cop,
am I right?

FLETCHER: And his jacket's
as thick as the Yellow Pages.

People, without prejudging anybody,
I'll say this once.

The department is not afraid
to sort out its bad apples.

REPORTER: You wouldn't be
going after Buntz to broaden the focus

away from your busted
Internal Affairs man, would you?

Absolutely not! Each will be dealt with.

In Buntz's case, he carried a weapon

and assaulted a man
while under suspension.

Allegedly, of course.

Please, people, on this day,

when we should all be relieved and proud
that a vicious killer

has been brought to ground,
let's not dwell on the department's

thieving, bullying, greedy lawless few.

You're saying I'm finished, aren't you?

Sir, if I have anything
to say about it, you are.

(grunts)

(all exclaiming)

(overlapping chatter)

Mick?

Hey, you tell me to make coffee
and then you disappear.

Sorry. Philip asleep?

-What is it?
-It's okay.

I found the tax receipts
right where they were supposed to be.

(crying, sniffles)

She saved everything.

Wrapping paper...

Rubber bands, she saved.

Keys to nothing.

There's two boxes here...
full of actual rags.

That used to drive me crazy,
that we had exploding closets.

Pop didn't care.

(crying)

I could have done this.

I could have gone through
this stuff for you.

Don't you think this is
something for me to do?

After all, this time, I could never
bring myself to get near this stuff.

(sighs)

The stuff that was Mom's,
the pictures and the letters...

I put in one box.

That's what we'll show to Philip

when he's old enough
to know who his grandma was.

The rest of this stuff...

It's junk. It goes.

What is it?

It's a passbook.

She opened up an account
nine years ago for her grandchildren.

That's where all the money
I gave her wound up.

That's Philip's now.

She never said.

And you know what? (laughs)

She never declared the interest.

I don't know what the hell
I'm gonna tell 'em down at the audit.

Hi, um... I'm Officer Hill.
I was here before.

I-I brought something for you.
For the little one.

I got it at the fast food.

Lionel? Look what the nice man
gave you, a clown cup.

Hey--

-He's shy.
-Yeah.

I know who you are.
I remember from a long time ago.

That's why I came back.

I've been trying
to remember you, but I can't.

You were Officer Friendly.

Came to my school.

I was at the academy.

That was part of our training program.

I was in the seventh grade.

That was my last year,
I... didn't do no more school after that.

Why didn't you just say to me today
that's where you knew me from?

I guess...

'cause everything
I take out and show just...

just gets took from me.

A lot's happened since then.

Yeah.

You were nice then, too.

(chuckles)

Look, have you and the kids
had dinner yet?

'Cause I haven't.

I was just thinking that maybe I could
just take you all out to the fast food.

I'll go put some clothes on the baby.

Okay.

You know, the day we had,
dinner like that was just the thing.

That was some beautiful meal
you ordered, Sal.

It's no big deal.

Couple of basic rules to remember,
what color of wine goes with what.

No kidding, Sal, it was a real feast,
and you were such a gentleman.

Life is full of surprises, huh?

Yeah, sometimes you just
don't know about people,

until you see 'em in the real world.

I'll have you home by 11:00, as promised.

Ladies first.

-(loud clatter)
-Ah! Come on, come on.

Okay...

Hey, hey, all right.

Okay, come on, Robert,

let's see how much cash
you stashed in here.

-(loud thumping)
-ROBERT: Ladies and gentlemen...

this is actual history.

The opening of Abe Calabrizzi's
secret wine cellar.

After four decades, the spoils
of America's most notorious gangster.

I am now crossing over the threshold.

Like an archaeologist,
exploring the dawn of organized crime.

What will I find?

What-- what the hell--

It's a corpse!

Ladies and gentlemen,
could this have happened?

Did we discover some final ghoulish entry
in the ledger of Abe Calabrizzi's victims?

-What--
-Whoa! Hey!

Where am I?

It's-it's a miracle!

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm beginning to smell a rat here.

I'm beginning to smell a calculated effort

by an envious power structure
to embarrass an investigative reporter.

Who sent you, buddy,
who are you working for?

Nobody.

Hey, you can go with
envy as a power structure

if you want to, Mr. DiNapoli.

I'm sticking with "it's a miracle."

Hi, sis!

I'll apologize, you know.

Believe me, Sid, a sincere apology,
there's no way Daniels doesn't reconsider.

Hm. Take the shot.

Kidding myself, aren't I?

Well...

chief of police,
you busted him in the chops.

(sighs)

I'm finished.

I don't know.

They're not filing any
criminal complaints, am I right?

There's no charges for assault.

No.

They're making do with what they got
against me, carrying that piece.

All right, so it's a misdemeanor beef.

There's no way on the planet
you're looking at any time.

-You don't get it, do you?
-What?

(voice shaking) I, uh...

can't be a cop.

The rest... don't make any difference.

Hey, Norm.

Norman.

You're a good guy.

-SID: Cop or no cop. You understand?
-(sighs)

What are you doing?

(sighing) Oh, take a walk.

Think about what I'm gonna do
with the rest of my life.

-Company?
-No, Sid.

Okay, then I'm gonna stay here
till you get back, though.

Thanks.

If you're going by a convenience...

one of them orange flavor big pops?

Yeah, if I remember.

Only if it's on the way.

All right.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, Warren.

Okay. I get the idea.

Thanks for trying.

Good night.

Buntz is out.

Couldn't keep the punch
out of the papers, hm?

Nope.

Give it a month or two to settle down.

It's not the kind of thing
Daniels forgets.

You're feeling guilty as hell.

It's all your fault,
because you can't save him.

I'm sure he didn't expect you
to pull this out.

Look on the plus side.

Station's still standing,

the prostitute killer's off the street...

and somebody decked the chief.
I'd say was a break-even day.

Hey, Norm.

You believe that?

With all the fire and everything else,
this old place is still sound.

Yeah.

Believe that.

(phone ringing)

Hill Street.

(closing theme playing)