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I wanted a big town car.

He gives me one of his repo'ed Tokyo bug boxes.

Hey, free's free, my man.

I ain't never even got a Christmas card from my brother-in-law.

-Free? -Mm-hm.

How many times you had to drive me to work this year?

You know how much old Rob's making on my repairs?

(tires screech)

That jerk is either drunk or stoned, Neal.

(tires squeal)

-(tires screech) -Hey!

Hey. Police. Pull around the corner, up on the curb.

I think that's Tony Catina.

Hi, guys. Tony Catina.

-Hope we don't got a problem. -Let's see your license and registration.

I got a little medical emergency here, guys.

-What kind of medical emergency? -A young lady who's gonna die

if Tony doesn't administer mouth-to-mouth pretty damn quick.

Have you been drinking, Mr. Catina?

Maybe you didn't get the name? Tony Catina.

Played a little ball in this town.

Are you aware your license is expired, Mr. Catina?

Oh, no. Really?

(laughing) I guess I'm gonna get the slammer for that.

I'm gonna have to arrest you for suspicion of drunk driving.

Come on, guys, can't we let this slide?

You will let the lady down, not to mention the little kids

who watch my anti-alcohol commercial. You'll break their little hearts.

Item six: temporary assignments.

This, uh, this flu bug is still causing havoc.

Sergeant Bates, Officers Guaraldi, Kaplan, and Marcos

are all at home kissing the sheets.

And the verdict is still out on LaRue and Washington.

As of now, Coffey is gonna ride with Haines.

And Winslow with Dombrowski.

Item seven: Mick Belker is gonna be undercover

at the East Side Animal Shelter.

As a purebred or a mutt?

(officers whooping)

STAN: Hey, hey, hey!

We got reports that somebody over at the pound

is selling some of those poor strays to research labs,

where they do God knows what to them.

Yeah, you don't want to get me started

on what I think of the scum that is cruel to animals, I'm worried.

All right, item eight: this is a memo from Division.

(officers groaning)

Yeah, it's re: the use of personal electrical devices on prisoners.

I quote, "Departmental regulations forbid

the use of nonissue weapons of any kind.

The use of any personal weapons,

including the use of electrical devices

other than department-issue stun guns

will result in immediate suspension without pay."

People, leave them at home.

Okay, item last:

Mr. Harry Steel from Warrior Review

is here doing a profile on our own Lieutenant Hunter

as next month's "Urban Warrior."

(applause)

Okay. Okay, guys. They're getting away out there.

(indistinct conversations)

And that was our first contact with NVA regular.

I'll tell ya, tough, disciplined troops.

They could go for days on a handful of rice,

a couple of fish heads.

Get out to Nam?

Uh, no. I was young and stupid.

I was a conscientious objector.

What was your alternative service?

The Oakland Zoo.

But then I realized, Howard, that the real animals are out there

hijacking planes and running wild in our streets.

Zoomorphic metaphor's precise, all my EATers really attempt

is to keep the urban carnivores away from the lambs.

(laughs) Well, that must be hard,

I mean, what with the teary, liberal bed-wetters

hamstringing you at every point. I mean, no personal weapons?

Well, it's not always easy.

Wouldn't go to the can without mine.

I would think that they would be encouraging

the use of nonlethal side arms.

You tell me.

Does this look like excessive force?

(electricity crackling)

(thud)

Ugh! Ahh!

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

-Armed robbery in progress. -(sirens whooping)

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

(theme music plays)

Because I can't concentrate like this,

and I want to get some stuff straightened out.

Robin, if I could straighten it out on the phone,

I wouldn't ask you out for lunch, now, come on.

Okay. Good.

Bye.

WOMAN: Rodriguez, line two.

-Lieutenant? -Yes.

Guy named Tim Kelly called you about ten minutes ago.

He'd like to see you at his loft.

Says it's about some guy named Tommy Joe Page.

-Here's the address. -Yeah. Um?

Look, is, uh, 8:00 all right?

I don't know if I can get a sitter.

I knew it. You're backing out, right?

I got absolutely no shot with you, am I right?

Look, I'll be honest.

I'm a little nervous about an evening with you.

You blame me?

Nah, I guess not.

Listen, uh? (clears throat) Why don't you think it over?

I won't make any plans, and we'll talk later.

If it's yes, that's great.

If it's no, uh, it's not a problem.

Okay.

(sighs, clears throat)

Hey, Rodriguez, come on, take a ride with me.

Uh, sure.

Tell him we'll come over Sunday right after mass.

I got to go.

(in Spanish) I love you.

Let's roll.

This is real rinky-dink.

I can understand you giving me a ticket, but this is really bush league.

Address, Mr. Catina?

(sighs) 432 Carlton Terrace.

Maybe you've never been there. It's downtown.

If you ever wanna get back down there, maybe you ought to keep your mouth shut.

Yeah, you hit a home run on the breathalyzer: .15.

Uh, excuse me. Tony Catina, right?

(scoffs) You win the prize, Officer.

Andrew J. Renko. What's the charge?

Let's see if I can guess, driving while intox?

Man's a genius.

Well, sir, your reputation sort of precedes you,

if you get my meaning.

This man hit .425 in the '72 Series and had nine RBIs.

and then they won this sports car for MVP,

and him and, um, Rick Rogers and, let me see,

Charlie Heckshire, right?

The three musketeers put that car

in the pool at the Langston Hotel. (laughs)

I've always wanted to ask you, who was driving?

Well, that was the problem. Nobody was driving.

Would've been better for you if he'd have been driving today.

Impound voucher on Mr. Catina's vehicle.

Hey, champ?

You just moved into the bigs.

Car pound just found two OZ's of rock in your trunk.

-What? -It's on the way to the lab.

Hold the phone here, guys. It ain't mine.

Sure. Carwash guy probably left it in there.

I'm telling you, it ain't mine. Maybe you guys planted it there.

My lawyer's coming down here. You know Richard Sherman?

Richard's gonna make dog meat out of you guys.

-Whoo. -You got no right to go

in a man's locked trunk!

FRANK: Who's responsible for that? Looks like water damage.

Technically, the seller, but you're getting a great price.

Really, I wouldn't rock the boat, Frank.

Frank, the view from the bedroom is incredible.

You can see all the way down to the water. I like it.

-(telephone rings) -Must be the bank.

-Did you ask about closing costs? -No, not yet.

-I'm getting excited. (laughs) -Hi. Fred, we approved?

I don't know anything about it.

I'll talk to the Furillos and get back to you.

-What's wrong? -Well, there's a problem.

You were approved for the mortgage, but they found out

you couldn't get mortgage insurance. No insurance, no mortgage.

That's ridiculous. My medical exam was fine.

I don't know what to tell you, the Dickersons have to close this week,

-and there's another offer on the table. -Call my insurance agent.

We'll have it straightened out by tomorrow morning.

Better make it end of business today.

(dogs barking)

Okay.

There you go.

Bad dog, Sniper. Why did you run away like that?

Thanks, mister.

That's okay. City Hall, room 205 for that license.

You're not gonna forget, right?

-Right. -Okay.

Kid's lucky.

That whole cage is going to mutt heaven tonight.

I'd like to adopt some dog.

All right, let's run through the procedure with this customer.

First, have him fill one of these out.

Then get a five dollar fee for each dog.

Uh, give him whatever he wants on the left-side cages.

I'll be up front. Any problems, give a shout.

Okay. (clears throat)

-Name? -Smith.

Okay, Mr. Smith, you can go ahead

-and pick one out. -That's okay.

I don't wanna be any trouble.

-You choose. -You want me to pick out a dog for you?

I'd like four, actually, around? Ten pounds.

You're gonna need four adoption contracts.

You been here before?

Me? No, not me. Never.

Ever had a dog before?

They all died. My kids, real sad.

Sign each one of them.

By signing that, you're promising to give your animals a good home.

Could you afford four dogs?

Sure. I got my own business.

Yeah? What kind of business?

I'm a nutritionist.

(dogs barking)

This guy lives around here?

Yeah, he's got a loft. He gets it rent-free.

Who is he?

Ah, he was our key witness against Tommy Joe Page.

They used to pump gas together.

-Any idea what this is about? -I don't know.

Maybe Page is sending him threatening letters from the puzzle house.

We'll find out.

(coughs)

Tim! Norm Buntz!

Cover me from here.

(suspenseful music playing)

(whispering) No. No, keep your eye on your friend.

Now, the gun, throw it down.

(thuds)

Hi, Norman. It's me.

The guns: the big one and the Derringer on the floor.

If you pull that trigger, Page,

there's no way you'll leave here alive.

Doesn't worry me.

A sick person should always live every minute like it was his last.

(chuckles) And God knows I'm a sick person.

Incidentally, what is your name, Officer?

(voice trembling) Rodriguez.

Sounds pretty shaky.

(gun thuds)

The Derringer.

(thuds)

Reach into that bag.

That's it. That's right.

Take out a handful.

I found this amazing hardware store.

They had everything: the gun, the fasteners.

I got a hammer and nails. I don't even know what for.

Maybe we'll think of something. Sit down, Norman.

That nice heavy chair.

I thought you'd come alone.

But I like this better. (chuckles)

I think we have very interesting situation here.

Yeah?

Well, you enjoy it while you can.

Well, Norman, since you put me in, are you disappointed to see me out?

I always thought putting you in was a bad idea, Page.

-I had other plans for you. -I'll bet you did.

I learned a lot in the hospital.

I learned to do what people wanted me to do.

I was a model resident.

Eventually they had to give me privileges.

Which you took advantage of.

That's why I'm here, Norman. Hungry?

Uh-uh.

Tim kept a full fridge.

It's all ours.

I mean, he won't be hungry.

-How'd he take it? -He cried.

And you liked that.

Can't change what we are, Norman.

This place has big closets.

That's where I stashed him.

Olé!

(chuckling)

That's where I'm gonna stash you, Norman.

You look smaller, Page.

-Smaller? -Yeah, like you're shrinking.

(chuckles)

You know, for hours in court, I used to stare at you, Norman.

And I think I know why you dress like that.

Mmm?

Are you colorblind? (laughs)

(dry chuckle) I don't know. I'll have it checked, alright.

I don't think you'll have a chance to do that.

Heh.

Oh.

Wouldn't you agree this situation's hopeless?

Do you want money? Just tell us what you want.

(laughing) He thinks he's a hostage.

No. I don't want money.

He's a squeak, Rodriguez. He's nothing.

Just stare him down.

He'll slip through the cracks in the floor.

-(chuckles) -Are you challenging me, Norman?

Go on, Rodriguez. Tell him he's a maggot.

You filthy maggot.

It won't work, Norman.

I haven't even started, and he's terrified.

-Maggot! -That's right. There you go, huh?

You like that? You hear that, Page?

Maggot!

(chuckles)

Yes, I heard your expression of anger.

Let me just ask you something.

Later on, when hours have passed

and your wife puts dinner in the oven

because you haven't come home,

and she sits and waits and worries,

do you think there's even a remote possibility

you'll still be alive?

Just a yes or no answer.

Yes.

Yes, and you'll be dead.

I'm not convinced. Are you, Norman?

(chuckles)

TONY: Give me a break, Richard.

RICHARD: The break was my coming up here.

I am suing you for the 25 grand you--

How d'you expect to collect if I'm sitting in Harrisonville?

I'll tell you what I'll do. I will write you a check.

Sorry, Tony, my office doesn't need repapering.

-You unethical scum! -Oh,

Save that team spirit rap for the sports writers, Tony.

You forget I know you.

All right, I'll give you that.

I'm no apple pie, but this ain't right, I'm innocent.

Well, you'll have a chance to convince 12 of your peers of that fact.

You see, I understand the public defender's office

has experience in that area. Get the man a PD.

I don't want a public defender, I want the best lawyer that money can buy!

-PD is the best he can buy. -You button-down creep.

What about the chicks, Richard? Who got you all the girls?

Bimbos, Tony! Third-rate bleached blondes.

But it was fun for a time.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Hold it! Sit down!

I'm telling you guys. It ain't mine.

Well, my man, if you are clean, why don't you tell us about it.

-About what? -About your dealer, for one.

Do I have to connect the dots for you? I ain't got no dealer!

I loaned my car to a friend while I'm in Florida.

I get back, I pick it up, I get tanked, you guys nail me for speeding,

and the next thing you know, I'm public enemy number one around here!

Okay, okay, okay, who's your friend?

That's how it works around here, huh?

I gotta give up my two best pals to walk on this thing?

Let me tell you goons something. That totally stinks! You understand me?

You still got the other option open, baby.

-What option? -Do the time.

Tony Catina...

'72 Series. The three musketeers.

-You a lawyer? -Chief of Police Daniels.

Chief, listen, you gotta help me out. These two guys here are flaking me.

-I gotta be in Cleveland tonight. -We got resale-weight cocaine

on Mr. Catina, Chief.

I'm sure whatever the problem, Mr. Catina,

you'll receive the fairest possible treatment from these men.

I wasn't expecting you.

I'm here to have my picture taken with Howard

-for some magazine. -I'm sure he appreciates the effort.

Always try to accommodate my loyal officers.

And what can I do for you?

Nothing, but it occurs to me to ask how you're handling Mr. Catina.

By the book. Low-key, just like any other first-time offender.

More sniveling homilies from the Marshal Pétain of Hill Street.

What a penchant you have for pursuing the innocent

and slacking off on the guilty.

Tie Mr. Catina up in his own brown jockstrap,

and this department hits a home run against traffickers,

no matter who they are.

We'll get public affairs up to speed.

This has a lot of ink.

We're not ready to arraign, Chief.

There's some question as to the possession.

Resolve it.

And keep my office informed.

Good morning.

What in God's name is going on, Mr. Eeley.

I pay my bills. I passed the physical.

I have a regular job, so does my wife,

and we got turned down for insurance so we can't buy an apartment.

We would have been happy to write your policy.

What?

But your application fell outside our policy profile.

Mr. Eeley...

I'm becoming quite angry.

Bad IFF report.

What's an IFF?

Insurance fact finders.

It's like an insurance credit-check company.

They go around and ask your neighbors if you beat your wife or sell dope.

And what do I supposedly do?

Oh, I have no idea.

We don't actually get to see their files.

They just issue a yes or no recommendation.

Which your company blindly follows.

Pretty much everybody I know does.

Whom do I contact at IFF?

Um, they've got a district office.

Try Martin Sallow.

My editor was counting on 20 tons of steel, Howard,

not eight ounces of plastic.

If you could have given me more than a week's notice,

I could have had everything reassembled and polished up for you.

It was my fault.

I was just operating under the assumption that the dragon would be battle-ready.

I just never thought to inquire.

-It's okay, Lieutenant. -Just as long as you know

we are probably going to lose the cover.

Okay, into the lens, please, and...

(camera shutter clicks)

-That's passable. -(shutter clicks)

Nice. Alright. Again.

-(shutter clicks) -Okay.

I'd like to get a couple of Chief Daniels holding the facsimile.

Me, in the middle with the toy?

It's not a toy, Chief.

It's an absolutely accurate scale model,

right down to the paint job.

Even the battering ram is to regulation, and see here?

The tread's genuine rubber.

And read the lettering.

-"Fletcher Daniels, Chief of Police." -Let's get it over with, Lieutenant.

Thank you, Chief.

That's lovely.

I got the plane tickets.

I got the credit-card receipts. I got all that stuff.

Doesn't that prove I have been in Fort Lauderdale all week?

They'll maintain you brought the drugs back with you.

Or that the bag was in the trunk before you left.

What about that? What about the trunk? They got no right to go in a locked trunk.

Wrong. On impound, they voucher for safekeeping.

I thought you were here to help me out.

If we can show that the person who borrowed your car

was a known cocaine user, we might, on the basis of that,

be able to establish a climate of reasonable doubt.

-What would that mean? -It's a chance.

We'd have an issue to argue at trial, not much of one.

Cutting through all the crap, what you're saying is

I gotta rat these guys out or I'm finished, right?

It's your word against theirs. The cocaine was found in your car.

I gotta set them up and then rat them out?

I'm saying that because of who you are, you won't get probation,

-the chief won't allow it. -The Chief of Police?

He almost asked me for a signed ball just now.

Damn.

Damn!

(inhales deeply)

Yeah.

Okay.

I think I can get them to cop to it.

(indistinct conversations)

-Mick? -What?

What was so urgent?

I love you.

I love you, and this morning,

you didn't even say goodbye to me when you left.

And ever since the day you got kicked in the face

and I saw you in the emergency room,

I have felt very far away from you.

I'm sorry for the things I said then,

about you and the baby, I'm very sorry.

I'm sorry I slapped you.

You know how much I love you?

Sometimes I think if we die, we could still be together.

Look at this crappy stuff. This strayed from a pushcart!

He wants you to beg. Don't give him that.

Don't beg him or you're dead.

He's going to kill us.

He's a worm. I'll eat this guy.

Every minute we stay alive, our odds improve.

-You just fight him. -What odds?

-We're history. -Not me, Rodriguez.

So, I guess you've had a little pep talk, huh?

I was just telling Detective Rodriguez what a brave guy you were.

Seven murders.

Three women, a ten-year-old boy, an elderly couple--

You can try to make me angry, Norman, but it won't work.

I'm in too good a mood! I've had five restful years.

They give you a lot of drugs?

I was occasionally sedated.

(chuckles) Dulled your edges, Page.

-You're not sharp anymore. -How's that?

My car. It's sitting right out there.

That's sloppy.

This is not gonna take that long.

It won't be a problem.

Don't count on it.

You know, sometimes working under pressure brings out the best in a man.

(chuckles)

You've had your fun.

Now it's time for mine.

(chuckles)

For example, I don't have to kill you.

I could blow your face away.

Don't beg him, Rodriguez. Don't beg him. He's nothing.

(crying) Oh, God.

Don't beg him. He's nothing.

Oh, God. No. Please. Please don't.

-Don't beg him, Rodriguez. -I beg you, please. Don't kill me.

(sobbing) Please, please!

There it is.

He said the magic words.

(gunshot)

You got three goats in one year.

See, now I gotta verify whether these other goats

are doing well in their adoptive homes.

(Jamaican accent) I have a picture.

(dogs barking)

This is you with the robes on?

These goats don't look happy.

Well, that is the way a goat looks when he's happy!

You got a polaroid?

-Camera? -Yeah.

Go home, get today's paper. Hold it up like this.

Get me a picture of the goats with today's headline.

Like kidnappers do.

Give me the damn goat, man.

Stop this nonsense!

Listen, barn breath. No damn picture, no damn goat.

MAN: I want a police dog!

A mean one! One of them Dobermans.

Mike, why don't you take 15?

Go, uh, have some coffee.

What about my Doberman?

I'll take it.

A mean one.

(dogs barking)

TOMMY: I didn't mind the hospital.

In fact, there's only one thing in my life

worth the effort of getting out…

you.

You were very special.

Oh, the things I dreamed of doing to you.

-What? Am I supposed to be flattered? -You're good.

You got a hell of an act,

but I could make you hurt so bad.

You're getting yourself excited over nothing, Page.

-It's never gonna work. -It worked on him.

(chair clatters)

-You heard him beg. -I heard you beg. Remember?

I made you get down on your knees.

I pressed my gun against the back of your skull. (chuckles)

You were begging me in that tiny, little voice of yours,

"Please, don't kill me. Please. I'm sick."

Stop!

Now why don't you tell me that didn't hurt?

Yeah, it hurt. What of it?

(laughs) You still got the itch, huh?

Still the long sleeves to cover up them sores.

It's nasty.

What's that disease called?

I could burn you in here.

Yeah, and then what?

You'd run away, and you'd hear me laughing at you.

(laughs)

Hey, that's what you heard in the hospital, wasn't it, huh?

You heard me laughing. (laughs)

Like in court, when they played those tapes, huh?

(chuckling) You remember? You were crying.

Talking like a little boy.

Telling how your old man used to--

-Stop it! Stop! -(laughs)

And I was laughing! Oh-ho, I thought it was funny.

(laughs)

See? I know what this means to you, Page.

And there's no relief, is there?

Not unless you can put me where I had you.

-That's gonna happen right now! -(laughs) Not a chance.

No? You've inspired me.

It's time to get more creative.

Time? You don't have time. Remember the car? Huh?

You're gonna lose this, Page, because you're sloppy.

There's nobody there.

(laughs)

Shut up!

Police officer. Who's in charge here?

I'm Dr. Morton.

I'm in charge of this facility.

What do you got in the van, doc?

What do you mean, what's in the van?

I mean are you using those dogs for lab experiments?

Dogs?

-(dogs barking) -Dogs! Dogs! (growls)

You're under arrest. Turn around, both of you.

Put your hands on the van. Spread your legs.

(telephone ringing)

Hey, Lieutenant Buntz around?

Out since this morning.

Well, I been sitting in the Mahjong Moon for two hours

over a plate of cold goulash.

-We had a sit-down. -What can I tell you?

Well, you can tell Lieutenant Buntz

I ain't a guy to be treated like a fiancée.

And he owes me nine bucks for chicken paprikash.

I'll see that he gets the message.

Do.

Thousands of people are dying of arteriosclerosis every year

but you'd rather gas those mutts than to permit me

to do fundamental, grant-level research.

-Those dogs are for pets. -They're dogs!

You go to a supply house, it's $35. This way it's cheaper.

There's money for more important things.

Maybe you'll remember that when your arteries

are the consistency of uncooked spaghetti.

You pay Weaver for these dogs?

What do you think? He gives them to me for free?

Hold both of them. I'll be back later.

Whose is it? Which one? Rogers or Heckshire?

I told you, they've been buying together for years.

-Which one you give the car to? -Charlie.

You talk to them about their missing possessions?

-You call them up? -You busted me before I could go to sleep.

Mr. Catina would like to call and set up a meeting

with Mr. Rogers and Mr. Heckshire.

Captain?

Make your call.

These are old roommates of Mr. Catina's,

so you'll understand if this is a little hard for him.

Hey, Charlie, what's happening?

Of course I was the one that picked up the car.

You didn't report it stolen, did you?

What? You got some laundry in the trunk? No problem.

Listen, why don't you and the Rick Man meet me at the Stadium Tavern at 6:00?

(chuckles) Solid.

Now, what does that sound like to you?

Snow white?

J.D., be sure to keep a blanket on the press.

Yeah, loose lips sink ships.

Oh, Tony seemed real upset, Ms. Davenport.

Any word on the apartment?

Guy was supposed to be here.

Captain. Captain, we got a Mr. Sallow waiting.

Oh, good. Show him into my office. You got five minutes?

-Yeah, sure. -One more thing.

Maybe it's nothing,

but we just got a call from Hill and Renko.

They spotted Lieutenant Buntz's sedan

over near those abandoned buildings on Van Meer.

-And? -Well, they say it was there

on their last pass-by a couple hours ago.

The lieutenant's snitch came in and said he was supposed to have lunch

with the lieutenant, and Norman never showed.

-Was Norm alone? -No, he took Rodriguez with him.

Hill and Renko are looking around.

-Tell them to be careful. -Yes, sir.

I'm gonna be released, and this gets totally dropped.

Only if it works, my man. See, it's just like your batting average.

A long fly ball is still an out.

Captain Furillo, I can't actually show you the file itself.

-Why is that? -Well, obviously,

we have to protect our confidential sources.

Those sources being?

Neighbors, friends, business associates.

In other words, completely unsubstantiated material.

-We just gather facts, Captain. -What do those sources reveal about me?

You must know.

Does this have anything to do with my being an alcoholic?

Oh, no, no. That's fine.

You haven't fallen off the wagon, have you?

No, this concerns your illness ten years ago.

-What illness? -Come on, Captain. Your cancer.

-I never had cancer. -You've never had leukemia?

-Not to my knowledge. -This isn't a joke, Captain.

-Believe me, I'm not laughing. -But our field investigator verified it.

Well, I suggest you find your field investigator

and get this thing cleared up.

I think that's a very good idea, Mr. Sallow.

Well, he might be out of the office. Can I use the phone?

Does this sort of thing happen often?

No. Very rarely. As a matter of fact, hardly anybody knows about us.

Well, I certainly didn't. I find it appalling.

I'm going to film for your medical records, Frank.

Marty, here. Get me Campanis.

You're probably gonna have to come downtown, Captain.

And you may want to phone your insurance guy as well.

What were the other names?

No. No.

No. Spell that.

C-A-R-I-L-L-O.

That must be the guy.

Okay.

I, uh, must have gotten the two reports mixed up.

This Carillo dude had leukemia ten years ago.

So, if your doctor says you never had it,

I guess you didn't.

It's unbelievable.

Hey, man.

I'm sorry.

I got a quota. Ten investigations a day.

I know cops never arrest the wrong guy, right?

Very competent work, Mr. Sallow.

Would you call the bank and get this straightened out?

Uh, well, um?

Uh, well, I can start the paperwork.

-What paperwork? -I did a little checking.

Once a bad IFF's filed,

let's assume it's out of their computer,

it's still gotta get out of our exchange computer,

and then the explanation's gotta be inserted

into the applicant's file.

-How long? -60 days would be standard.

Expedited, maybe 20?

So this unqualified jerk working for an untouchable company

cost me a condo.

What about paying cash?

Twenty minutes for one building?

And it'll be dark in another couple of hours.

Think we ought to call for some more manpower down here?

What do you think Buntz is doing down here anyway?

I don't know, but if it's romance, he's got zero sense of atmosphere.

They're gone.

Maybe they think you have a woman who lives here.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're the kind of cop who'd have a mistress, right?

Not your area of expertise, is it?

I've had women. Remember?

At the trial, you heard all the details.

They're coming back. You know that, Tommy.

Unless I move the car.

-Better get going. -You'd like that, wouldn't you?

And give a guy like you a chance?

(laughing) Try to chew yourself free.

I've got a remedy for that.

You know, when you got me, Norman,

the press made a big thing of it.

One article even called you a savior.

So this isn't really out of line.

It won't change things.

When you feel this nail being driven through your wrist

you may have a whole different attitude.

And if one doesn't work...

-I've got a whole boxful. -(nails rattling)

You don't have time. You didn't move the car.

Look at your hands shake.

You see, you're falling apart here.

Now look at my hands.

Nothing's changed, has it?

You're still the little worm that begged me for his life.

What's the matter? You don't want me to see it?

(laughs) I don't need to see it, I can smell it. What's that?

-What? -I thought I heard a car door slam.

They're back. (laughs)

There's no one there. No one!

So I was wrong, huh?

But they are coming. We both know that.

Not if I move the car.

(laughs)

Nice and tight.

Hey...

Didn't you forget something?

(footsteps)

(straining)

(dogs barking)

Where's Weaver?

In the back, by the decompressor.

WEAVER: Where you been?

I tell you it'll take 15 minutes, you're gone three and a half hours!

Leave the dog alone. You're under arrest.

You a cop?

Bribe-taking, misuse of office.

What's the matter with you?

You some kind of animal-rights crazy or something?

-Turn around! -Oh, boy.

Norman?

(panting)

All right, men, disperse in pairs.

Check each building one floor at a time.

Howard,

if there's any way I could be a working part of this--

Well, your offer is understood and appreciated, Harry,

but we're just at the reconnaissance phase.

-Roger. -Hoo!

(breathing heavily)

I know you're there, Norman.

(screams)

I got guns.

I could just start shooting around. I'd hit you!

I'd kill you, Norman, just like that!

But I'm trying to give you this chance.

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe you're not here, Norman.

You're trying to make me beg.

Well, it's not gonna happen.

See, they'll take me back to the hospital.

(laughing) It's easy for me.

Lieutenant.

(camera shutter clicking)

Hey! I'm up here!

Just let me finish a little business, and I'll be ready to come back.

(yells)

(shutter clicking)

Damn.

(dramatic music playing)

MAN: Also dead at the scene, Tommy Joe Page, male Caucasian.

-MAN 2: Request permission for body-- -Is he alive?

Everything's shattered from the skull to the base of the spine.

TONY (on radio): What say I call up some stews and we have a party

at my house tomorrow night? (laughs)

MAN: Still trying to get me in trouble, Tony?

-You know I don't fool around. -TONY: Claire, as pregnant as she is,

I thought you take on another squeeze right now.

Man, some days this job really don't make it.

Maybe they won't bite.

MAN: Thought you would be in Cleveland.

Tell you the truth, I got a little juiced...

Missed the plane.

(laughing)

You guys want your laundry, don't you?

I almost forgot, I talked to Richard today.

Yeah, what'd he say?

Said he was going to Jamaica, gonna take a little R&R.

He wouldn't be able to get on that lease till after the 1st.

Guy works too hard.

Stealing people's money will wear you out.

Yeah. Hey?

You got something else of mine in there?

What? I don't see anything.

Hey, man. It's not there. What the hell?

Okay, Tony, where's our stuff?

Ricky, you're getting so wasted, you're losing your digits.

-It's under the wheel well. -(sighs) Damn. Let's get them.

(siren wails)

I wonder what that could be.

We were gonna have it out last night, but you got home early.

You should have called me.

It scared me when I saw the car wasn't there.

I cannot believe you guys would leave that in my car.

(laughing) Some pals, right?

Mr. Innocent, only reason you're ticked

is you didn't scarf up a couple of grams for yourself.

J.D.: Police! Freeze! You're under arrest!

You bastard!

All right, come on! That's enough!

What'd you expect me to do, take the fall for you two pinheads?

That's lame. You didn't have to rat us out.

MAN: Come on, pal. This way. Make it easy on yourself.

Hey, you guys. Hey, hey.

Let's go inside and have a drink. I got a million friends in there.

Pass.

Oh, I get it. Now I'm the bad guy, right?

Why don't the two of you take a look in the mirror

when you're cutting your faces in the morning?

-(car doors close) -(car engine starts)

So he held them both for a couple of hours

and then Page just pumped him in cold blood.

Norm, I just heard. Are you all right?

I'm breathing.

(clears throat) Look, uh, Captain...

Look, I know this is your area, but, uh...

I thought I might go by and see Mrs. Rodriguez.

I just want her to know that he stood up there and he didn't flinch.

He was an honor to the badge.

I'm sure she'd appreciate hearing that.

Yeah, well, it's a lie, but at least it's something.

Not tonight, okay?

No problem.

Boy, some stones this guy's carrying, huh?

I expect nothing less from a veteran and skilled officer.

Well, that's not to say that you and your EATers weren't magnificent.

I doubt that the Rangers could have done any better.

(laughs) That's high praise indeed.

I'm telling you, though, the sight of that murderer

-hurtling through that window-- -Yes.

what I'm suggesting, Howard, is,

and I think that my editor will demand

that we make some adjustment here because

we kind of missed on the tank, and I got the other on film.

So I'm gonna propose that we designate Norman Buntz

as our "Warrior of the Month."

Of course. (clears throat) Excellent choice.

(vomiting)

(spits)

(toilet flushes)

(breathing heavily)

Heard it was pretty rough.

(exhales)

Yeah, well, it wasn't tea with the freaking Queen.

You okay?

(exhales)

I'm, I'm better.

(coughs)

Whew.

Robin?

I'm sending 20 bucks to that animal charity.

Mick?

Oh, something's not right. I'm bleeding a little.

Let's call a doctor.

Hmph. But then I asked myself, why are you upset?

You joined the department to serve, not to become a...

a media personality.

But I know that that motive is honest.

And dare I say it, selfless.

Hmph.

I suppose that my frustration stems from my own weakness,

my own inability

to stifle the feelings of envy and resentment.

Not toward Norman Buntz, but towards...

Harry Steel...

and the Warrior Review,

who took me up to the mountaintop,

and cast me down from those Olympian heights.

It's an absolute disgrace.

And anyway, that magazine is terrible.

It hasn't been good for years.

Oh, God, what a woman you are, Ms. Ashton-Wilkes.

I'm canceling my subscription in the morning.

(both laughing)

Mr. Belker?

Would you like to come with me?

(someone coughs)

Doctor, what's going on?

Your baby's still alive.

As you can see,

there appears to be a small fibroid tumor here.

And that could be the cause of the bleeding.

And here is another.

Now, it's too soon to tell whether or not

you will spontaneously abort, Ms. Tataglia,

but I would advise bed rest

for at least the next 72 hours, in any event.

What is that thing that's moving there?

-That? -Yeah.

That's your baby, Mr. Belker.

(sentimental music playing)

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