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Everything's okay.

-No? -No spotting. Everything's okay.

I still think you ought to stay in bed.

I'm gonna.

At least until the doctor calls.

At least until the doctor calls.

Now what are you doing?

Setting things up for you.

-(grunts) -Next you're gonna get out a bedpan

and if you do that, I'm gonna bop you in the nose.

No, I'm not gonna get out a bedpan next.

Next, I'm just gonna love you and feel real happy.

If I skip the Olympics, I'll be home by 3:00.

Oh, no you don't.

I don't want them calling up and blaming me 'cause they lost on account

-of you weren't there for the rope climb. -I hate climbing ropes. I'm lousy at it.

No sale. Go for the gold, racer.

You know what this place needs? A Christmas tree.

Okay, let's settle down! Item one.

Ahh. Christmas comes, I feel like a glorified personnel officer.

-(laughter) -Okay. Starting at the top.

Captain Furillo's gonna get a head start on a holiday weekend.

He's taking a personal day.

Lieutenant Goldblume's gonna be in command.

Now, reassigns and overtimes.

Night tour officers: Coleman and Samovitz,

Lewis and Dulles, Craig and Kramer.

They all pair today on account of half-tours

and personal days by certain individuals

that you hear grunting and groaning

in the boiler hyphen weight room.

(laughter)

Now, this is our Hill Street contingent,

getting their last lap of conditioning

for the first annual Hill Street firemen versus cops Benefit Olympics.

(cheering and shouting)

This stellar event is gonna take place today,

Friday, at 3:00 p.m.,

in the men's gymnasium of P.S. 114 Dekker and 127th.

Proceeds to the Youth Organization for the Christmas Needy.

Now, yours truly just happens to have

a few advance ducats available at a deuce.

Now, contributions at the door are gonna be $2.75.

Folks, this is something definitely worth going into your pocket.

Not just because the cause is worthy,

but to see which of our people is gonna live.

(laughter)

How many do you want? Two? Good.

Wish I could be down there with you guys,

but... doctor's orders.

J.D., will you stop blowing that cigarette smoke in my face? Please!

Hey, don't be such a fanatic, Renko.

As your non-playing captain/coach,

I ask you to be practical in your expectations, gentlemen.

We cannot expect to overcome years of inactivity

with one burst of exercise here

in preparation for this athletic contest.

JOE: Way to be a real optimist, uh, Lieutenant.

I was just thinking realistically, Joseph.

Uh, rump down.

I got to do it this time, Bobby Hill.

I can feel it a complete reintorientation of my lifestyle.

-Yeah, I heard that before. -I just cannot believe the kind of shape

my corpus has gotten into.

Tell me about it, Renko. I'm lucky if I can do 50 of these.

I remember I could do a hundred without even breaking a sweat.

-Me too! -(laughs)

Yeah, in a week, maybe.

You know, I used to do a hundred push-ups

every morning before I sat down to breakfast.

-I hope lying ain't a sin, Renko. -That's good. Those wrist curls.

That's very good for that arm-wrestling event, Andrew.

You just listen to me, Charles Atlas Coffey,

I may look like I'm out of shape,

but I have more raw, brute muscle power

than you ever had in your entire lifetime.

All right, Renko, come on. Show me what you can do.

Gentlemen, let's save our competitive instincts

for the Hill Street firefighters.

Hey, Renko, come on.

What do you wanna do, clean and jerk this sucker here?

180 pounds? You wanna start that low?

Yeah. I'll start right where it is.

-Renko! Remember... -(groans)

...your groin.

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 playing)

Yeah. Right.

(chuckles) All right, yeah, I'll check him out,

and if he's selling dope, I'll pop him, all right?

Yeah, okay, uh? Mrs. Franklin, right.

Okay, I got it. Yeah. Yeah. Goodbye.

(indistinct chattering)

Complaint on a guy selling dope.

-The address? -I got it.

They got Spinelli on that list, Lieutenant?

In due course, J.D.

SARGE: Oh, LaRue, telephone.

I think you'll find the roster we've submitted for the Benefit Olympics

squares with our personnel, Inspector Bascomb, except, of course,

for the one allowable guest athlete.

Yeah. Who you guys gonna use?

(laughs) My dear Inspector Bascomb,

surely you don't expect me to reveal

our hole card at this junction.

Yeah, who's the fire department bringing in?

My dear Policeman, uh, Coffey... forget it.

-Joe. -Hey, slugger. How you feeling? You ready?

I'm fine, except I'm not gonna do it,

and I want you to tell the lieutenant for me. Thanks.

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing's wrong, I just don't wanna spend my day off

doing a tug-of-war.

-You know, you are just like clockwork. -What does that mean?

It gets closer to Christmas, and you start bumming yourself out.

What are you gonna do? You gonna go home and stare at the walls?

I've got to finish my Christmas shopping, Dr. Know-It-All!

Well, ho ho ho to you, too, Luce!

Can you get him down here by noon, Sid?

Beautiful. Oh, you are aces.

Sidney, there will be a little something extra

in your Christmas stocking.

Lieutenant, I think we got a late scratch on Sergeant Bates.

What, feminine indisposition?

I think it's more like Christmas blahs or something.

Oh, um, well, we'll be making a roster substitution

for Sergeant Bates in the tug-of-war, Inspector.

Other than the guest athlete,

all participants must be on the rolls of the precinct.

Mahoney from night shift.

Okay, then substitute for Sergeant Bates

is Officer William Mahoney.

Sid says he can deliver,

says this guy makes Arnold Schwarzenegger look normal.

-Sid gets carried away sometimes. -Hey, Inspector.

How would the fire department feel about a little side bet on the tug-of-war?

-What kind of side bet? -A bet. You know, like, with currency?

Detective, these Benefit Olympics have been organized

to a charitable purpose.

Give me a break, we're gonna be one of the charities.

What do you say? I'm sure you fire guys are bringing in

some ace guest athlete, plus you're all such hunks yourselves.

We could probably be had on a side bet.

-$200 to the winning team? -And half the proceeds to the Youth Fund?

-$500. -Whoa, sounds like a confident man, J.D.

Now, I don't doubt the city's finest,

but we'll expect to see the dough before the event.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Gentlemen, I'll see you at P.S. 114.

Absolutely.

J.D., you sure our ringer's better than their ringer?

Domestic, Joseph. Why don't you ride with Silva?

J.D., what's the angle, man?

I'm gonna say one word to you guys.

Mr. Baltimore Speedway.

-Clear it out! Clear it out! -No! No!

Get out so I can get in here, now!

-No. You don't wanna do this, believe me! -Believe me, I wanna do it!

-Hey, hey, hey! What's the problem, now? -I'm the landlord.

These people are five months behind in their rent.

They've got their notice of eviction.

I'm trying to make repairs so I can re-rent!

He doesn't want to make repairs!

He wants to come in so he can destroy the virgin!

-That's what he wants to do! -First thing, we put down the wood, okay?

Now,

now, what is this virgin that's being destroyed?

The virgin that is in my apartment.

-He wants to destroy it. -You don't know this guy.

(speaking in Spanish)

He said the Holy Virgin appeared in his apartment.

(speaking in Spanish)

What does that have to do with paying the rent?

You don't believe me, huh?

Come in and I'll show you.

-That's not the point. -That is the point.

Come in and take a look, please.

(onlookers praying in Spanish)

You see? Mira. Look at the sadness in her eyes.

She suffers for all of us!

And he wants to paint her over so that we'll go!

-It's a stain from the water upstairs. -No, it was a miracle, you understand?

Whatever this is, it doesn't change the fact

that you owe back rent.

This man has the right to throw you out if you don't pay him his dough.

Look, people give money so she will be safe.

Yesterday, $2. Today, another $2.

That's great, I'm rich.

Look, four bucks ain't gonna make it.

I did everything for this man.

I'm a businessman, I'm not a janitor!

Businessman? What's your business?

Before this, he was selling stupid vitamins!

All right, look, look.

It's Christmas, and I don't wanna make busts here, okay?

Now, if this man can find work and start paying full rent,

plus a little something on what he owes...

If he did that, I would worship at the water stains.

Meanwhile, I called the marshals. They will be here at 5:00.

I'm saying if he gets work by 5:00.

If he gets work, make a dent in what he owes.

-All right, you hear that? -Entiendes?

Sí.

Now, you promise me not to hurt the Virgin, meantime?

Listen to him with the Virgin! Dreamer!

Not if you get work.

(speaking in Spanish)

Can't hurt, huh?

JOYCE: We're getting close, aren't we?

How could you tell?

I can feel you getting nervous.

(laughs)

(sighs) I'm nervous too, Frank.

Tell me one more time why we're doing this.

Somebody had to make the first move.

It's been five years.

You think five years has changed what they feel about your divorce?

I don't honestly know.

I hope so.

Join the club.

They've repainted it.

Frank! Frank!

Frank! Oh, Frank! (laughs)

Oh, you're here now! I'm so happy!

Mama.

Joyce.

Hello, Mrs. Furillo.

No, please, I'm Barbara.

It's been so long. Too long!

(speaking in Italian)

How's Pop?

He's fine. He's at work.

He's so excited about seeing you!

You told me on the phone he was taking a day off.

He wanted to, but they called and you know how it is,

there's always something to do at the plant.

But he's coming later. Come on, let's go inside.

Let's try to maintain ourselves away from legal entanglements

so we can make that Benefit Olympics.

There's Buntz.

(turkey squawking)

How's it going, there, Lieutenant?

(laughs) Listen, you wanna drive around the corner,

pull up in front of that church?

-What's the turkey for? -(laughs)

This is our new narc, Officer Giblet.

You need two guys as witnesses to some probable cause.

(laughing)

Hold it right there!

Freeze! All right!

Come on, get up there!

Jerk we want's in the lizard coat.

Lady from the church bazaar said she knows he's a pusher.

Did she see him selling?

If she saw him, we wouldn't need the bird, right?

All right, turn around, there!

All right, boys.

Hey, man, I ain't no farmer.

Throw that bird back in the oven where it should be.

Oh, no, you got it wrong, pal.

This here is a scientifically-trained dope-sniffing turkey,

Officer Giblet.

Huh? (chuckling)

Whoa, yeah. Whoa!

(laughing)

The officer here is starting to take the scent.

He is vibrating like a fatso in a candy store, huh?

He is kinda vibrating, isn't he?

Funny now, Renko,

but guess whose name goes down on this report?

I, uh, I hope nobody is holding here,

because, uh, when a turk hones in, he goes kinda nuts.

Look at him, he's vibrating there.

Well, I don't swing with no dope,

except for a little cough syrup, now and then.

-He don't mind that, does he? -I don't know. Let's find out here, huh?

There you go, Officer Giblet. Okay, he's clean.

Get out of here!

-Let's try this next dude here. -I ain't afraid of no turkey.

No? Then how come you're sweating?

That bird don't smell drugs! He's on them!

(turkey squawking)

Oh, boy, he's shaking.

(laughs) Whoa-ho, boy! Oh, boy!

Oh, yeah, he's hot! The officer is very hot!

Okay, let's see. Let's start up here at the head.

Let's let him sniff the brain a little bit here, huh?

Man! The hell with this!

Hey, you get back up against that fence!

That's flight, suspicion, probable cause.

Turn around and face that bird!

BUNTZ: All right. Ah-ha!

Heh-hey, this man is a traveling pharmacy!

Officer, would you bust this man here, please?

Turn around and face that fence!

-(chuckling) Put your hands down there. -What's that, Officer Giblet?

Oh, you say, uh...

You say you got a bust to make over at the Heights this afternoon?

All right, I'll see ya, huh?

-RENKO: You have the right to... -(laughing) Go on, take off.

-Christmas eats! -(chuckling)

-(laughter) -Ho ho ho! Whoa!

My father carved these.

My first duck hunt,

I shot the decoy.

(laughs)

I'm not sure Pop ever forgave me.

Of course he does!

Something looks different.

Oh, we enlarged the doorway to the dining room.

You can't stay away five years and expect to find nothing's changed!

Look at this. Look.

Fay sent this.

That boy, I'm telling you, he has an artistic talent,

just like Grandfather.

Frank Jr. took this? He never mentioned it.

Yeah, he won the school photo contest.

Fay called. By the way, Fay calls every week.

-(doorbell rings) -So, we know what Frank Jr.'s doing.

-Hi! -Hey, come on, kids!

Come here, baby.

Go give Uncle Frank a nice, big kiss!

FRANK: Remember me, Tommy?

Hi, sweetie.

Hi, Mama, how are you?

(indistinct conversations)

-Merry Christmas. -Frank!

Oh, good to see you! Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

-Stella, take your sister, all right? -I want you to meet my wife, Joyce.

-Hi! -Merry Christmas.

-I'm Tommy! -Hi, Tommy. Merry Christmas.

And who's this?

She can't talk yet.

She can't-- (laughs) Merry Christmas.

Look at this guy!

A couple of years younger, and I'm fighting a gut!

Have you got him in training or what?

So, what do you think, Frank?

Last time I saw you, it was just Tommy.

You've been busy.

-You better get busy. I'm way ahead. -Don't you worry.

Frank is gonna have a family as big as yours, right, Frank?

Actually, we don't plan on having children.

Wrong thing to say, Frank. Mama's bucking for more grandkids.

All right, not now, but maybe later on you'll want your own family.

Mama, I have a son, and we both have careers.

We're not thinking about a family.

You have careers?

What is a life without children in the home?

Joyce, you were married before.

-You don't have children? -No, I don't.

Well, no matter what your feelings are, yours and Frank's,

I'll tell you that no marriage is blessed unless there are children.

Jesus Martinez, Sergeant. Paralegal for Attorney Brown.

What can I do for you, Mr. Martinez?

I need to talk to one of Attorney Brown's clients,

-Germaine Burton? -Interrogation room B, Mr. Martinez.

Thank you, Sergeant. Madre mía!

-What do you want? -Detectives Larue and Washington around?

Inside.

Officer.

-Where's Mr. Brown? -Where's Mr. Green?

That is down payment.

I don't see where it says "Made in Switzerland."

Oh, here it is.

That's from Mexico. Come on.

That's an onyx.

-That's jive. -Oh, come on, man! What's the holdup?

Come on, come on. Car keys.

Where's it parked?

112th, off Dekker.

You live on 142nd. You were busted on 129th.

And you're sure it's 112th? Now, don't lie.

Who do you think you're talking to?

Some little-girl P.D.?

Because if it comes out you're lying to me, Burton,

you're gonna be wanting 90 days.

You're gonna be asking the judge

to give you more!

Maybe it was, uh,

130th, off Van Buren.

Retainer gratefully accepted.

Come on, man, that's a Bonneville!

Beauty.

Come up with two grand so you can have your keys back.

Now tell me, what went down?

I got busted...

by a turkey.

Sid.

You delivered.

Hey, guys, meet Leonard.

Solid. Detectives Larue and Washington.

Hey, fellas.

Len, I understand you had quite a rep back in Baltimore.

Tell him what you used to do.

Got wasted.

No, not that. With the car at the speedway.

Oh, you mean picking them up, putting them down?

(laughs)

He used to be Mr. Baltimore Speedway.

Uh, Len, you ever been in a tug-of-war?

No, he knits a lot.

The man's got advanced degrees in tugging.

-I'm a little hungry, fellas. -No problem.

Celeste, phone our guest that pizza order.

-We'll pick it up on the way back. -We'll take care of you.

Get what you want, now. Don't be shy.

A couple of pizzas might do it.

-Did I do good, fellas? -You did beautiful.

So, is this the part where I get tidied up?

We combined your finder's fee

with a Christmas present for you, Sid.

Yeah, we figured it being Christmas, cash was a little lame.

Hey, I gotta tell you something, I'm no sentimentalist.

Well, we decided to get you a present instead.

-Fellas, I mean-- -Voilá.

Well, it ain't ticking.

My paper? My 416?

My $3,600 winning ticket?

How'd you guys get this out of evidence?

You found that Sid, you understand?

Capisce. Sure.

Hey, Merry Christmas, my man.

You guys put me away,

and then you go and do something like this.

Don't let anybody ever put down America

in front of Sidney Thurston, all right?

I won't have anybody ever knock law enforcement.

HUNTER: All right, let's think of ourselves as one,

single competitive being!

-Let's show them some esprit! -(indistinct chattering)

Detective Larue? The Benefit Olympics await.

-Gotta go, Sid. -Drop the case with me later.

Okay.

(sighs, exhales)

-Come on, let's go! -You're driving, right?

(indistinct chattering)

Oh, wait till Renko sees him.

You got a minute for me?

Sure.

I haven't seen the case report yet.

Was Hill and Renko's collar the call you went out on?

-Right. -Why'd you take that?

Shouldn't that have been a uniform call from the beginning?

Picked up the phone. I didn't have nothing else to do.

I don't want this to be a beef between us,

but I do want to talk about the procedure.

-Yo, Lieutenant. -I'm busy now, Jesus.

It's about your man here.

He busted one of Attorney Brown's clients,

a Germaine Burton, with a dope-sniffing turkey.

Yeah, and your man turned out to be holding plenty.

The thing is, I drop a dime at the zoo, Henry.

Turkeys and chicken happen to be, uh...

(clears throat)

…galliforms, which means they got a poorly-developed olfactory sense.

Dude can't smell squat. Therefore, no probable cause.

Well, I'd be quite surprised if the turkey was grounds

-for Lieutenant Buntz' arrest. -The grounds was your guy ran away

when I stopped him for questioning, alright?

No sale, Lieutenant.

My client says it was represented to him

he already had probable cause behind a dope-sniffing turkey.

Your client, Jesus? I didn't know you passed the bar.

Don't need no law degree to smell a (indistinct phrase), Henry.

When Attorney Brown gets here,

your man's gonna be eating the dark meat.

Hey, you're the bright boy from the gangs, aren't you?

-I heard about you. -Give us a second, Jesus.

Yeah. I'll give you more than that.

So?

We read the same policy memos?

Yeah, no subterfuge to establish probable cause.

That case law clarifies... Stan?

Would your release a perp named Burton? No probable cause.

-Alright. -That's great.

You want me to apologize to the guy, too? You want me to give him his dope back?

Come on, Norm.

On behalf of these clients of Attorney Harold Brown,

I would like to buy half a roll of tickets for the Christmas Olympics.

-Your turkey client's getting the boot. -Ah. Make that $10 more.

All right, move on.

And don't let the door hit you in the butt on the way out.

Don't take it personal, Lieutenant. It's the nature of the adversarial system.

(grunts) Now, you watch your lip, bright boy!

You show your ugly face around here anymore,

I'm gonna rip it off!

Take it easy, man.

You're costing me some dry cleaning here.

-(clears throat) -Attorney Brown.

Officer, you let my paralegal go now.

(laughs)

I told you you got nothing on me.

I'm right back on the street doing my same old same old.

Been real fun, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, I'm filing a legal complaint for harassment.

Oh, jeez, I'm in a panic, you know.

It's Christmas. Everybody's a little hot.

Let's all try to cool down here. You okay, Jesus?

Yeah, I'll live.

-Norm? -Yeah, yeah.

I can't breathe in this freaking place.

I'm suffocating in this freaking place.

("Angels We Have Heard On High" plays)

-Hi. -Hi.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Small world, isn't it?

I missed you the last few classes.

You did?

You, uh, lose interest?

No, not really.

Why'd you stop?

Oh, I don't know. I was feeling kind of weird.

About ceramics?

Uh, I was feeling kind of weird about you.

So, it wasn't just one way.

What's that mean?

It wasn't just me having a crush on you.

Listen, would you like to have a cup of coffee or anything?

I'd... like to talk to you for a few minutes.

Finished up your shopping?

My wife and I separated three days ago.

-No kidding? -No kidding.

I'm supposed to say, "I'm sorry," but--

Yeah, I am, too.

If I was talking with anybody else, if I was talking with anyone but you,

I'd say how we were trying to get it back together.

We hope it'll still work out.

And if you were talking with me, then?

Then I'd say I'd like to do all the things

that I thought of us doing together right now

and that I guess you might have thought about doing, too.

(laughs)

What's so funny?

Well, you know, my bedroom...

I've been saying for three years that I was gonna start painting it, right?

So, when do I start? Last night.

And it's great timing, isn't it?

It's not a problem.

Um. Oh, thank you. Let me get you a beer or something.

-Would you like a beer? -Oh, uh, I don't know.

Let me think about it for a minute.

-Oh, holy cow. -What?

I am nervous, and I guess that's a good sign, huh?

Why's that?

Well, because if we're gonna be casual about this,

I mean, we probably shouldn't even be here at all.

At that store, I was...

close to getting arrested for public lewdness.

-I wanted to jump you right there. -You did?

-Mmm. -I was feeling a little warm myself...

a little caliente.

You know, we don't have to do this.

I know.

I mean, being separated only three days...

maybe it's...

Do you want to?

Uh-huh.

You?

Uh-huh.

A lot.

Sophie's mom's been living with us

ever since the old man died. Drives Sophie crazy.

Maybe you want to take her home with you.

-What's with Pop? -Some things never change.

When I call, he won't even get on the phone.

Frank, he doesn't know what to say.

Your divorce, it was like something from outer space for him.

They don't even mention it to their friends.

BARBARA: She may be a perfectly nice person,

but I don't feel it's a natural union.

Mama, she's his wife.

In the eyes of the Church, Fay is still his wife.

I know my son. He would want children.

-Mama-- -All this talk about careers.

-That's not for Frank. -Mama.

What?

Sophie's trying to tell you I heard what you said.

Oh, sure. You were listening to us.

-Small house, it's hard not to-- -Small!

SOPHIE: She didn't mean it the way it sounded.

-Oh, please. -Mama...

What I said, I'd say to her face.

Uh, career woman?

That's enough, Mama. Joyce is my wife.

Either you accept her or we're leaving.

I can't help what I feel. It's wrong!

-Yes or no, Mama? -Now he attacks me, eh?

Mama, please! You're way out of line!

-Joe, don't talk-- -Sophie, please!

-I'll go find Joyce. -Frank!

Frank, don't leave!

-Frank, please! -Mama, Mama.

I don't want you to be a stranger to my house.

Please!

Joyce.

Can we just get in the car and go home?

I'm sorry.

I really didn't think it would come to this.

You didn't? Really?

If you want to leave, we'll leave.

But you'd like me to give her another chance, right?

Is that it?

Frank, I never should have come.

She'll never accept me.

Joyce, listen to me.

I've talked about this woman for years. She flies off the handle.

She doesn't mean 10% of what she says.

I disagree. I think she does.

Though maybe it's not entirely her fault.

Have you ever told her why your first marriage failed?

-I mean, the real reason? -No, I haven't.

(voice breaking) Well, you can't duck things

for six years, Frank, and expect them to go away.

-You see how-- -Did you tell her...

(snuffles) that I can't have children?

You see how she is.

I haven't discussed any of those things with her.

You mean she uses hysterics to make you feel guilty,

so you say nothing.

Don't psychoanalyze her.

You watch, she'll come out and talk to you now.

-(sarcastically) Wonderful. I can't wait. -(laughs)

Just your basic family visit.

(laughing)

That was wonderful.

Amen.

You know, I'm glad we did it.

Me too.

I mean, there's no obligation at all

to either one of us.

I understand.

You know what I want? Can I tell you?

Of course.

I want for us to be close.

Yeah, well, we are.

Couldn't have gotten much closer.

We didn't screw ourselves up, did we, by doing it?

Oh, no, no.

No way.

I ought to go.

They don't remember how it really was.

They don't even remember how they worried about Frank.

Did you know Frank when he was married to Fay?

I met him just after their divorce.

He was in bad shape then.

-Does he drink anymore? -Not at all.

You've done a lot for him,

and it shows.

(laughs) You know, Frank and I,

we've always liked different things,

like Country Mouse, City Mouse, you know?

I really love that guy.

I miss seeing him a lot.

You should come and see us, Joe.

You really want a bunch of country mice up there?

We'd like it very much.

(cheering)

ANNOUNCER: A sterling effort by Frank Smith.

Heard your groin muscle popped.

Horrible pain when they go.

And if the intestine gets strangulated,

hey, it can be a matter of minutes.

You have to capture this one, Joseph.

Think of Atlas. Recall the warrior kings.

-I got you, Lieutenant, all right? -Ready?

Contestants, ready?

-(gunshot) -ANNOUNCER: And they're off!

(cheering)

It's dead even at this point.

Wait, Officer Renko in lane three is taking the lead.

He's pushing ahead by two lengths, looking strong.

-Oh! Whoa! -ANNOUNCER: Wait! Hold it!

Oh, no. He's hurting.

HILL: Renko, get up!

ANNOUNCER: He's down! (continues, indistinct)

Now firefighters taking the lead away.

Here comes Officer Joe Coffey.

He starts, he stalls, and he wins it by a nose.

A remarkable victory...

Don't hit my back, please.

Apparently, Martinez agreed to withdraw the complaint.

Yeah? Well, hip hip freaking hooray.

Guess this is what they mean by a skeleton crew.

Jeez, I always wondered about that.

-I don't want to be enemies. -Look, I got a style. You understand?

I get cut off from my instincts, I'm taking a shortcut to dead.

I wish I had your instincts,

but you can't turn them into the law, Norm.

You know that.

At least I got the creep off the streets for a while, huh?

-That's another conversation. -Favor, one of you.

Yeah, sure.

I was such a sport letting people go to those Olympics.

One of you do a street call for me on your way home?

Jeez, I don't know, Sarge.

Shouldn't that be one of the uniforms dispatch?

I know that. I told you, I'm short-handed.

He's busting my stones, Stan. I'll take the call.

-No, I'll take it. -It's a repeat domestic.

To be technical, it ought to be two cops.

Come on. I'll show you some instinct.

See you later, Stan.

Last man at the Alamo.

When I first defended him, he was the Cisco Kid,

-complete with pearl-handled pistol. -Cap pistols.

Then I represented him as Cochise.

-The Indian? -Mm-mm.

You know about Cochise?

You don't know what I know. Did he have arrows?

Ah. War paint, bare-chested, feathers.

(chuckles) Crazy. The world's gone crazy.

Well, I think that to do the work you do, you must be very smart and very brave.

She is.

Pop?

I want you to meet my wife, Joyce.

Mr. Furillo.

Nice to meet you.

-Hi, Tommy. -Hi, Grandpa.

(laughs) Here's my girl!

Oh, say, that's a pretty red dress you've got on.

ANNOUNCER: After six events, the score stands even at 3-3.

The deciding event will be the tug-of-war.

Will the contestants for this event please take your positions?

-How you doing, Len? -Pretty good.

What do you mean, pretty good?

That's an ex-middle linebacker back there.

These guys imported the genuine article.

Look, the dot part is better.

Dots? The dot part?

I had a shrimp pizza.

Sometimes I get a bad reaction from shellfish.

-But... things are pretty good. -(whistle blows)

Now, we're gonna have to suck it up if we're gonna break this tie.

We have to hone ourselves

into an oriental-like concentration to the task at hand.

We are no longer individuals.

We belong to that great chain of being.

We are the rope. Put your hands right here.

We are the rope. The rope is light.

ALL: We are the rope! The rope is light!

ANNOUNCER: Okay, everyone plant those feet and get a firm grasp on the rope.

-(grunts) -This one is it. This is the big one.

One of these teams is going home with a trophy

and one with one hell of a cleaning bill.

-MAN: The rope is light. -(whistle blows)

ANNOUNCER: Okay, let's get it in.

-They're pulling. -(grunting)

-(cheering) - Dig in!

HUNTER: Pull!

ANNOUNCER: No. No, wait.

-I'm seeing dots. -Ignore 'em!

MAN: Come on! Come on!

ANNOUNCER: Firemen seem to be weakening.

There's no doubt about it.

The Hill Street cops are coming on strong.

(men grunting)

Come on!

ANNOUNCER: There they go!

Pull!

(crowd cheering)

-Yes! -ANNOUNCER: Let's hear it for them!

(cheering)

Oh, the stack-a-rama!

Every man for himself!

-Come on! What are you doing? -(grunts)

ANNOUNCER: The big guy's out of control. Somebody stop that guy.

And another one.

(screaming)

-(whistle blows) -Yeah! (groans)

(laughter)

No house yet, Frank?

Still an apartment.

-Joe's got a really nice place. -Frank, you've seen it.

We've redone the inside, and we've added a deck.

Sounds terrific.

I read the papers about your commission.

You could be the next chief of police.

I'm not counting on it.

He's too modest, Pop.

The TV news, the TV news! says that he should have the job.

Frank, have you seen Joe's new office building yet?

He was telling me about it.

Oh, you ought to see it.

Oh, it's really something to be proud of.

Sophie's so good with them.

Do you like children?

Very much.

Mrs. Furillo, I'm not able to have children.

Frank and I have talked about adopting.

We've talked about all kinds of things.

But the reality is we can't have a family the way we'd like to.

The things I said, what I did.

I feel so foolish.

All I want for Frank is that he be happy.

So do I.

This old kitchen.

Next time you come, Frank, all new...

dishwasher, microwave oven,

what they call a touch-top stove.

All new.

-Just decided? -That's right.

Your father wanted to do it years ago, but I, uh,

I've hung on to a lot of silly old opinions.

But no more, Frank.

No more silly old opinions.

I mean it this time.

I'm glad, Mama.

Yep. You get old and stupid ideas get fixed in your head

like a curtain that hangs in front of what you really feel.

No more, Frank.

Next time you come, all new.

I promise.

(man shouting in Spanish)

(sobbing)

Please don't let him jump!

What's going on?

He climbed out.

The landlord said if he didn't get a job by 5:00,

-we have to move. -Time's up.

Hey, policeman!

He wants to throw me out at 5:00.

I'm not moving from here.

Look at this idiot. I should let him jump.

You should have pity!

Have pity, huh?

That's what I'm doing, gonna offer him the super's job

at my other building, 423.

My manager got stabbed.

They tell you to own property. Ha!

(sighs)

-Be careful, Junior. -He's all right.

Mr. Pinzon, I think this is a fair arrangement

Mr. Garcia's making.

Look, I'm good with my hands. He knows that.

I fix his stoop before.

You should look for work, plus this, too.

And what about the back rent?

-I'm gonna try. -Hey, Lieutenant, case closed.

-Let's not have our birthdays here. -I'm just sketching this out.

It's kind of a budget you can aim for.

Thank you.

You see? My luck does change.

Hey, pal, you know, I used to ask my priest,

we'd cross ourselves before the big game, I'd say,

"Father, is that gonna make us win?"

And he'd say, "It will if you block your man."

You understand what I'm saying here?

You got to help yourself. You got to hold up your end.

Otherwise, that's gonna be Our Lady of Eviction.

That's right. Good for you.

I understand.

Of course, I don't understand how you expect to turn a buck,

being how you're keeping this thing a state secret.

What do you mean?

(clears throat) You ever hear of advertising, hmm?

Get a little word of mouth going.

Let the people know the freaking thing is up here.

Hey, Merry Christmas, kid.

I hope you get a full one.

It made sense, what you said to him.

Guy's a jerk.

He's sitting on top of a nice buck.

Here, look at this.

Uh, religious vision!

There's a religious vision upstairs, the fourth floor, apartment 407.

Contributions voluntary.

Religious vision, go on up and see the holy vision.

Upstairs, a holy vision!

Right upstairs here, ma'am. Go see the holy vision.

Check it out, huh?

Okay, I'll see you later. Merry Christmas.

Holy vision upstairs!

(melodramatic music playing)

(telephone keys beeping)

(telephone ringing)

MAN: Hello?

Hello?

Anybody there?

(dial tone)

The doc said everything's okay.

The doc said I could go out. I'm fine.

(laughs)

Robin, can we please get married?

What do you mean? I thought we settled that.

I know we're getting married, I mean,

can we get married right away?

I just want all of us to know

that we're in this together and that we love each other.

And I want the baby to know that, too.

That's the sweetest thing.

I was so afraid we were gonna lose it.

We're not. It's not gonna happen.

So, can we get married?

-When? -Tonight.

-You don't want friends and stuff? -No.

-We're only gonna do this once. -(sighs)

All right, how about in two weeks?

-Two weeks from today? -I'm available.

That's it. That's final.

Tonight we decorate the trees.

(chuckles)

Pop?

There's some kind of a bird in this wood.

Maybe a Widgeon, Goldeneye, maybe even a little Cinnamon-Wing Teal.

It's important to know because you got to commit to it.

You make a mistake at the first,

there's no way to ever make it right.

We're getting ready to leave.

Glad you came. Your mother misses you.

Joe wants to bring Mom over to visit us.

I'd like it very much if you came along.

Oh, no. Now, you show her a good time.

I wouldn't know what to do up in the big city.

Well, I guess I'll see you next time.

When you see Fay and the boy, give them our love.

Joyce, you want to take this?

Sure.

Mama, thank you. (kisses)

I love you.

-You too. -Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Thanks for everything.

Frank, don't be a stranger, huh?

I won't be. I promise.

-And bring the kid. I'd like to see him. -I will.

It was good to come home.

Don't worry about the old man.

He's rough, but I'll work on him. He'll come around.

Frank, she's a great gal.

She really is.

(indistinct conversations)

Don't leave now. Stay for the weekend.

There's lots of room at our place.

Oh, thank you,

but we've already paid for the cabin up at the lake.

-We'll come back soon, okay? -Okay. All right.

What?

Just be a minute.

(sentimental music playing)

We didn't say goodbye.

I love you, Papa.

Bye, Pop.

Good luck to you, son.

For five years, I've been afraid I'd wind up standing at my father's grave

thinking about all the things I wanted to say to him and never did.

Thanks for coming with me.

(theme music playing)