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JABLONSKI: Item three:

okay, people, okay,
settle down, settle down,

and I'll tell you
everything I know about this

with the dim lights,

and the hippie punks
running around upstairs.

Yeah, they're making a TV program.

Sarge, it's a rock video.

-It's for TV, right?
-Yeah.

-It's a program, right?
-Yeah, but it's called a video.

Whatever they call it, they were supposed
to be out of here two hours ago!

This was something
that the film board downtown

put division up to,

and now they're using up
all the electricity,

they're setting off smoke.

Look at that. We got to turn down
the smoke alarms.

Yeah.

That's all I know about it,
except for item four:

they also got a permit
for Jefferson and 143 later on.

Crowd control to be assigned at such time.

Let's pray to the deity
they evacuate the squad room. Look.

-Item five:
-(pop music plays)

ongoings and undercovers.

McCall and Craig, you're
at Jake and Jill's Barbecue.

You guys know the score.

Mick Belker starts Operation Con this A.M.

Seems like the Department of Corrections

has gotten suspicious of one of their own.

So they're plugging in an unfamiliar mug

to see what's going down
with a certain parole officer.

Now, we planned the logistics,

but Inspector Doherty
from the Corrections Department

is gonna be coordinating.

LaRue and Washington,
you're on call as backup.

Item six: demonstration
this morning at the Hamlin Arms.

Alvin Feigler and friends

against the Jardino Construction Company.

Now, Alvin is very O-L-D.

And for some reason or other,
he doesn't like the idea

of leaving the apartment
he's been living in for 56 years.

Now this guy Jardino
has gotten a court order

allowing him to begin
building a condo next door.

Alvin figures
that his building's gonna be next,

and he is not happy about it.

Inspector Hunter
and his EATers are assigned.

Lieutenant Goldblume
is trying to get a negotiation--

-(sneezes)
-to continue.

Gesundheit.

Item last: also Lieutenant Goldblume.

He transfers abode today.

You gonna be residing
here on the hill, Lieutenant?

Actually, I got in over the weekend.
I just wanted to tell everybody

there's gonna be a get-together,

an informal get-together this evening

at, uh, 318 Richmond? 318 Richmond,

starting around 7:00.
There's not much furniture yet,

but there will be
a lot of beer and cold cuts.

And you might want to leave
some police I.D.

on your vehicle.
You know the neighborhood.

Hey, Lieutenant,
one of the bedrooms furnished?

(laughing)

Okay, okay. Let's go! Let's move!

They're getting away out there.

You are a disgusting piece
of human garbage.

Sue me, Renko. I got a cold.

So then how much interest do I lose?

No kidding about substantial penalty.

Okay, when do I pick the check up?

Okay, thanks very much.

We got to stop at the credit union.

Luce, have you asked anybody about this?

-I mean, do you even know it's legal?
-What?

Becoming Fabian's guardian.

I'm gonna have his mother sign
an agreement before I give her the dough.

I'm just asking.
Suppose she changes her mind,

she decides she wants him back.

-Does that agreement stand up?
-Yeah!

-Miss Davenport.
-Officers.

-Joe!
-Just ask her.

-You're being a jerk--
-Go ahead and ask her.

Ask me what?

Lucy would like to ask you
a legal question.

No, I wouldn't.

There seems to be a difference of opinion.

Why don't you just take
an ad out in the paper, Joe?

Look, you didn't ask her
because you don't want to know the answer.

I didn't ask her 'cause I don't want
everybody and their third cousin

-to know about my personal business.
-Baloney!

You're sticking your head in the sand now.

It's my head! Leave me alone!

♪ Till the last breath I take ♪

♪ I will always believe ♪

Uh, excuse me, Miss. Uh?

You would not be interested
in having a real police officer

in your little video show, now, would you?

Well, actually, we are.

Love patrol.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's too posey.

What does that mean?

It means you're too stiff. Come on, Ringo.

Stan? Stan, listen,
can we find a spot for the emperor?

You know, for an hour or two?

He goes in for his parvo shots at 11:00,

and I got the Hamlin Arms till then.

Hey, you still whomping
that guy with that ugly stick?

Sure. Sure, put him behind the front desk.

-I'll check him out.
-Thanks.

(telephone ringing)

He's got such a great puss.

Ask him again.

Uh, sir, we'd really be grateful
if you'd be in the next shot.

-Will it get you out of here any faster?
-Yes!

What do I do?

Just look the way you're looking
when they walk by.

♪ I may never give this up ♪

♪ Till the last breath I take, I will ♪

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)

(cheerful music playing)

Anyway, I buried him,
and six hours later, I fell madly in love.

You can't hardly ask for
a better funeral than that, partner.

No, I guess not.

I mean, I'm not complaining, you know.
I just...

Renko, what's that?

(laughing) The guy's sitting on the man.

That looks like something
we ought to investigate

after I get myself something to eat.

-Eating my breakfast that I got.
-No, just turn around here.

-I am surly, Robert.
-(tires screech)

You're making me into a surly cop

with an empty stomach. Look here.

Is he dead or?

HILL: Dudley Hicks.

Dudley Hicks, what the hell
are you sitting on this guy for?

Get up!

(grunts)

The dude asked me to sit on him.

Yeah, I "axed" him.

I only "axed" him after he first asked me
did I want him to?

Lots of people likes me to sit on them.

So he sits on me, then says he'll only
get off for a five-buck minimum.

Minimum donation!

Dudley Hicks, big boy,
you're under arrest.

You're crazy, man. Arrest me for what?

What for, Renko?

Get in the car, man.

MAN: Hey, man, you want us
to call anybody?

-Lame, fellas!
-Lame is sitting on a man.

All right, guys. Get on, get on.
Leave the streets. Come on.

All right, Dudley, step on in there.

Same old place.

Number one: robbery with a deadly weapon.

To wit,
this individual's excessive weight.

Number two: gravitational assault.

Number three:
there will be some more charges

once my partner goes down
and looks at the penal code.

(telephone rings)

Uh, could you please listen?

I don't have all morning
to get sandbagged.

I'm Mel Jardino, all right?

I'm here to see a Lieutenant Goldblume.

Yeah. Officer, would you show Mr. Jardino

-to interrogation A?
-Right.

Our plan's to insulate Detective Belker
against the actual bust.

I think that's wise.
I wouldn't underestimate the extent

to which Parole Officer Edwards
has these cons intimidated.

To be candid, Captain, I'm not sure

if Edwards is connected
to corrections hierarchy.

-But thanks for the use of personnel.
-Just be sure we get him back, Inspector.

Look, Mr. Jardino,

I have these people's signed assurances.

No more demonstrations
if you'll commit as few as four apartments

to moderate income.

Now, that's down from 12. That's a token.

Which I don't believe is your job

to be shoving down my throat, all right?

Title D don't require it. He knows it.

And they know it.

You're not even gonna get Title D funding

unless you break ground today.

Ah! That's where I trust
you people are gonna come in, hm?

We'll get arrested and arrested again.

We'll lie down under your bulldozers.

I'm going back
to federal court, Mr. Jardino.

One smirch against you,

we get a temporary restraining order,
and you're finished.

Now you can save yourself
all that right now.

(chuckles)

Don't kid a kidder, okay, Mr. Purvis?

You've had weeks to find your smirch.

You came up with zip,

like you're coming up
with zip again today.

Now...

(sighs)

I'm going back to my site.

And I want these people
of his cleared off it.

(clears throat)

Is that it?

We went all the way
with this, Mr. Feigler.

Um, I could make a few more motions,

but, um, I'm sorry.

Thank you very much.

Could I advise you, Mr. Feigler?

Don't break the law.

We'd only have to arrest you,
and they'll still get started.

I know what I have to do.

Dorothy, let's go home now.

(door opens)

Actually, they've got
a pretty good robbery here.

What's that supposed to mean?
I sat on the dude.

You coerced him to give you money.

He asked me to sit on him.

You coerced him to ask you.

Come on, lady.
I've been sitting on dudes for months now.

You know what our best shot is, Dudley?

The time-honored stupidity defense.

What's that?

It's when you try to persuade the judge

that what you did is so stupid
it couldn't have meant any harm.

It's when you try to get him to want
to tell his date about you tonight.

Will it get me off?

I'd say maybe probation,
but you're already on probation.

What if I lose some weight then?

What's that got to do with it?

You know, uh,
sort of like disarming myself.

Excellent, Dudley.

We had a pretty good
stupidity defense going in.

But I think you just perfected it.

(romantic music playing)

Like this?

Perfect. Don't blink an eye.

(indistinct chatter)

No good.

Um, what's our problem?

I'm not gonna have her
pointing a gun at me.

It's not real.

I know that. No gun.

Liza, look menacing. (exhales)

Mitchell Bragg, Mr. Edwards.

I just got here
from Pittsburgh Correctional upstate.

Sit down.

Let's see,

B&E, B&E,

unlawful use of vehicle. Not too bad.

Uh-oh, what's this? Narcotics possession.

It was a long time ago. I was--

Shut up, okay?

Let's see.

Aha, then you moved up, grand theft auto.

Popped three times, two convictions.

Mr. Edwards--

I said shut up because it's listen time.

Good.

Because frankly, you're a slug.

And I'd be doing this city a big favor
handing you a ticket back to the cage.

I don't want to do
no more time, Mr. Edwards.

Let's play a little game, huh?

I got some good news,
and I got some bad news.

What's your pleasure, Mitch?

What do you want to hear first?

Well, I think I'd like
to hear the good news first.

No, I think I got to give you
the bad news first, Mitch.

That's fine.

The bad news is, you got to be a good boy.

You got to be on your good-boy behavior.

I know that.

No narcotics, Mitch.

What's it say here?

"Not allowed to use or be
in possession of narcotics

or where narcotics are present."

It's no problem for me
anymore, Mr. Edwards.

I hope not.

Because if I find you
with narcotics, Mitch, you go away.

You go back
to your boyfriends in the hole.

I know that.

So what I'm saying is,
keep me happy, all right, Mitch?

When I'm happy, I don't start remembering
what a wrong guy you basically are.

All those wrong things
I can't catch you doing.

When I'm happy, I don't overcompensate
by raiding Mitch's glove box

and finding a little toot in there.

That's not me.
I don't do that stuff no more.

Isn't what I'm saying, Mitch.

How about the good news?

-The good news?
-Yeah.

The good news, Mitch?

I can get you a job.

(chanting) Hey, hey, big man "J,"

How many homes you gonna steal today?

Dozers want clearance, Henry.

Their boss is up in Feigler's apartment.
They can hold their water five minutes.

-Hey, he said don't wait for him.
-Hey, I said wait for him!

(indistinct chatter)

People!

People, barring any last-minute
breakthrough, which I doubt,

we'll be escorting you
to the vans over here.

I thought you were our neighbor!
I thought you were gonna help us!

I tried.

Now, please don't resist the police
who are gonna be moving you.

-(glass shatters)
-(suspenseful music playing)

-(glass shatters)
-(people shouting)

-MAN: No!
-(thud)

(melancholic music playing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Pure, 100-proof bing-bong, Lieutenant.

Mel Jardino pays his taxes.
Do you understand?

Mel Jardino sponsors
a damn little league team.

Best uniforms in the city!

Mel Jardino doesn't go around

pushing old geezers out of windows!

-Henry, I got a witness here for you.
-What does that cockroach say?

He says he was leaving the room.
He was at the door when Feigler jumped.

Liar! Murderer! I was at the door.

-He pushed Alvin out.
-Ah, for crying out, sick!

You see that?

No, I didn't see it, but I heard it.

"I'm gonna kill you."
That's what he shouted.

(sighs)

Norm? You want to take this guy in?

Come on, Lieutenant! Play fair.

-This is total hysterical lies.
-Suspicion of murder.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
This woman hates me.

She was in cahoots!
And she slept with the guy!

Come on, sport,
I'll read you all your rights.

-Come on.
-Come on!

Call Weidner, will ya?

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Hey, Luce,
will you cut the silent treatment?

You just mind your own business.

You want me to mind my own business?

Yes!

You got it.

Good.

Good. Fine.

Good.

Fine, you got it.

All right.

(indistinct chatter)

You want your phone call, Jardino?

Yeah, and you know who I'm calling?
Damn mayor's who I'm calling.

Suit yourself.

Hey, Lieutenant, what's the difference
between Al Feigler and a pizza?

What's that?

Pizza don't have
little pieces of glass in it.

(laughs)

See, if I pushed him out,
would I make a joke?

(telephone ringing)

Goldblume in charge of this?

Plus, we sent Dietz and Ferris.

We got LaRue and Washington on the phones.

-Where's our witness?
-They're bringing her in.

-Interrogation room A for Jardino.
-Mm.

-Come on, let's go.
-RENKO: Taking the A train, Dudley.

Hill, Renko,
you guys clear court at what time?

Get him on the next bus,
we'll be there by lunch.

Good. You got crowd control
on this surveillance group.

Uh, tick-tock, miss.

Yeah, we're going. Excuse me, sir.
My director asked me...

You know, you have a terrific look.

-How'd you like to be in a video?
-Him?

Yeah Lame, I got a look.

Ma'am, this man is busted.

This man is a felon who sits on people.

Oh, well, if you get out of jail,
this is where we'll be.

-And, hey, it pays 90 bucks.
-Yo.

-RENKO: Take a walk!
-(laughing)

Hey, uh, whose animal is that?

If it's mine,
you come over to my place later?

No, but I could authorize 100 bucks
to borrow him for an hour.

Let's negotiate.

So I said to him I would help him
find a place over on Sycamore.

For him alone?

What am I supposed to support,
his whole army?

-And he said no.
-Uh-huh.

So then I said to hell
with him, I'm leaving.

And he said something dumb like,
"The hell with me,"

and that he's gonna show me
who I'm dealing with,

and he's not gonna live like a cockroach,
and so on and so on.

And then all of a sudden, bango,
he checks out right then and there.

Ran himself through a closed window?

First, he broke it with a lamp.
Hey, the man was no rocket scientist.

Look, Captain, I've got $4.2 mil.
riding on breaking ground today,

and I can't get started
if I'm stuck in here.

Their tube steak lawyer's gonna jam me up.

Your financial tribulations
are no concern of mine, Mr. Jardino.

Well, what about the damn truth, huh?

If I was gonna air-mail somebody,
would I do it right into 30 cops?

Captain, Dorothy Miskin's
waiting in your office.

Excuse me.

-That's a real good one.
-(door closes)

Just remember,

she was the old coot's mistress.

Probably jumped because he couldn't stand
the sight of her.

You want to try the mayor again, sport?

-Stan.
-What?

My Shar Pei?

-Yeah, right where you left him.
-But he isn't. He isn't there.

He's right there.
He's right in the carrier.

Great day.

I finally get rid of the hippies.
Now I got missing canines.

You were close friends with Alvin Feigler.

Yes.

That's why you were listening at his door.

It was a terrible fight.
I couldn't help it.

I started hearing terrible shouts.

Jardino shouting, shouting.

Alvin saying he was gonna kill him.

-Do you live on the same floor as Alvin?
-No, one flight up.

But you heard the fight.

I was coming down the stairs.

You weren't at the demonstration,
though you were part of Alvin's movement.

I went back upstairs
to get a heavier coat.

I'm sorry to ask you all these questions
at a time like this, Mrs. Miskin.

No! I want this Jardino caught.

Otherwise, Alvin died, for what?

(crying)

Do you know, Mrs. Miskin,

did Alvin invite Jardino up,
or did Jardino come on his own?

What difference?
Please, I heard what I heard.

How long had you known Alvin?

Four years,
since I moved into the building.

A noble human being,

a principled man.

And now this murdering butcher,
Melvin Jardino...

(crying)

Did Alvin ever say anything
to you, even casually,

about suicide?

-(knocking on door)
-Alvin?

Excuse me, Captain.
Can I see you for a minute?

I'm sorry. Excuse me, please.

What's the story?

Says he saw Jardino
in the hall when Feigler jumped.

Says Feigler told people
he'd kill himself if he had to

in order to stop Jardino.

Plus, Feigler had an inoperable cancer.

Will you take care of Mrs. Miskin?

-Also, we better raise Henry.
-Right.

An all points on the animal,

and he responds to the name Emperor,
Lao Tzu, Fatso, Flatso--

JABLONSKY: Flatso, Lieutenant?

You know, I wouldn't be
sarcastic about a nickname

-right now, Sergeant.
-Oh? Why?

If you'd given more than just lip service

to looking after him,
we wouldn't have this problem.

I didn't look after him?

What kind of a police officer
brings his dog to work, anyway?

Well, if you insist on extracting
all the personal details,

my vet happens to be right down the block.

I wouldn't bring Blackie to the office.

(chuckles) Well, I understand that.

What's that supposed to mean?

Are you insulting Blackie's lineage?

Oh, calm down, Stan.
You incompetently lost my dog.

-I lost your dog?
-Yes, you lost my dog.

I got TV programs, I got hippie punks,

I'm trying to keep the power on,

get them the hell out of here,
perform all of my own duties,

act in their damn movie,

and now I'm expected
to babysit your mutt non-stop?

I ought to report you
to the Humane Society.

It's not a mutt.

This here, bays one and two,
that's where we do the inspection.

That over there is the line,

the importance of which
I will explain to you.

No customer crosses that line
while I'm doing the inspection.

Yeah, because of the insurance.

Yeah, the insurance.

You one of, uh, Edwards', Mitch?

Yeah. You too?

Just do what the man say, understand?

Then there's no problems.

Everybody does great.

Automotive background, Mitch?

What do you mean?

Hey, lighten up, dude. Me? I'm automotive.

I got two GLA's, one unauthorized use

out of about 250.

(laughs)

Just equips you for the job, am I right?

This is pretty righteous. Edwards,

he sticks us both in a garage.

Well, like I'm saying, Mitch,

Mr. Edwards is a practical man.

Just do the two, three things he say.

(sighs)

-He tell you to listen to me?
-Yeah.

Now you listen to me, all right?

This line over here is yours.

Nobody crosses this line.

You drive the cars up.

I'll show you the reason for that later,

if you're interested.

I'm interested.

All right.

Well, go on now.
Hey, look, anybody tries to bribe, uh-uh.

You tell them this is an honest place.
You got it?

I got it. It's an honest place.

Henry, have you seen the emperor?

Napoleon?

Lieutenant.

I didn't know it was yours, sir.

That girl with the black tights
and the blond hair in the band took him.

I thought it was part of their equipment.

Judas H.!

Oh, sorry. Thank you, Sergeant.

You're welcome.

(telephone ringing)

Get back to work!

Frank?

How are we doing forensically
on the Feigler case?

We haven't turned up
any viable prints yet.

And I suppose you've heard
about the conflicting witnesses.

Talked to both of them.

One makes perfect sense,
the other one doesn't.

Which?

The neutral one makes sense.

The one who said Feigler
had three months to live

and made a suicide plan
with Dorothy's knowledge.

Three months or not, it takes a lot
to make a man jump out a window.

And even more to push a man into
the middle of an emergency action team.

Jardino knew if he didn't get started
today, he'd lose enormous bucks.

The project folds.

Henry, the only witness we have
against Jardino is Dorothy Miskin.

Putting aside her interest,

when I talked to her,

she contradicted the logic
of the situation

at least three times, then broke down.

Talked to Feigler's
psychiatric social worker,

which I didn't know he had one,

but he considers a suicide attempt

"within pattern parameters."

Let's let Jardino go.

Why? Afraid he'll miss
a date with the bulldozer?

We have no credible evidence
against him, Henry.

Do we? You're in charge.

The old folks' pro Bono lawyer
is obtaining restraining order

right now based on Jardino's arrest.

If we keep him one day,
maybe Feigler doesn't die in vain.

Release him.

-This investigation's not closed.
-Of course it's not.

-For now, release him.
-Jardino is wrong, Frank.

There are grand juries
all over the state sniffing his trousers.

Today, next month, next year,
he's going down. And when he does,

there's gonna be an empty hole
where my neighbors are living now.

(door opens)

(siren wailing)

S.I.D. is pulling threads from the window,
re-shooting some pictures.

Make sure everything's labeled, okay?

(indistinct chatter)

Well, what are we waiting for,
Lieutenant, World War III?

Mr. Jardino, it may surprise you to learn

that we check out a suicide
just the same as a homicide.

And how long is
"checking it out just the same"

gonna take, would you say?

Oh, average homicide-site work,
13, 14 hours.

That's lame, my friend.

That's lame and you know it,
and you're not gonna get away with it.

My dozers roll by 4:00!

I wouldn't make book on it, Mr. Jardino.

Let's make sure we got all the fragments
of that broken lamp,

only way we got a shot at a print.

Lay all you want, pal.

What's that mean?

You're saying not to make book.
I'm saying lay all you want.

Believe me, those dozers are gonna roll!

Hello.

Thank you.

Um, look, I'll be honest with you.

The backup lights occasionally don't hit.

Occasionally or never?

So, I'll give you $25.
If you make the adjustment, great.

Otherwise, whatever you want.

Sorry, ma'am, this is an honest place.

Excuse me.

(engine turns over)

Mitch!

WOMAN (OVER P.A.):
Will the owner of a red sedan...

Come here a minute.

WOMAN (OVER P.A.):
Parked int he loading dock.

Hop in.

Close the door, Mitch.

(door closes)

(grunts)

(chuckles)

What am I doing now, Mitch?

You're checking out the wires
from under the dash.

Right.

Right.

So, bud...

what do you think about
the pay around here?

It stinks. $3.50 an hour is the pits.

Can't live on that. Am I right?

Not too good.

You'd be dead if you had a family.

You'd be on welfare.

Would you believe it, Mitch, if I told you
in here could be a good living?

I don't want to go back, Stubby.
I owe 4 1/2.

Edwards looks pretty tough.

Edwards is tough, man, but he's a realist.

I mean, would he put guys like you and me
in a car place if he wasn't a realist?

-What are you saying?
-(chuckles)

I'm saying,
Edwards doesn't mind some things,

as long as he's not left out of it.

But things? Like what kind of things?

What am I doing now, Mitch?

Now you're making a print for a dupe key.

Here's the registration.

Write down the address.
And later today, we'll go make a pickup.

(chuckles) We can't do that.
The guy will figure it out.

(laughing) Uh-uh!

Today, we pick up the Caddy
that was inspected three months ago.

This one we'll pick up
three months from now.

Let's understand each other,
Captain, all right?

I don't turn earth at that site by 5:00,

that project's dead.

I lose my federal underwrite.

That's not my problem, Mr. Jardino.

But it's my problem!

And that lieutenant of yours,

he's down there turning
that investigation into a joke.

People are stopping for traffic lights,
he's asking them for statements, come on.

Captain, that case is open and shut.

That old man killed himself,
and everybody knows it.

Lieutenant Goldblume told me
he's concluding his investigation.

He ain't, and he ain't gonna!

Now,

what's it gonna take
to get him off the case?

What do you mean?

I mean we're both adults, hm?

I've got an envelope in here
with $5,000 inside.

And I can have it?

Yeah.

Call it a campaign contribution...

(sighs) or whatever you want.

All I have to do is help you...

Yeah.

Wrong answer.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(telephone ringing)

Miss Davenport?

Sergeant.

I wanted to say I'm sorry

about that whole stooge routine
this morning.

No harm done.

And actually,
if you have a couple minutes,

there's something
I'd like to ask you about.

I've got a couple minutes.

Believe it or not,

you know how people are always saying,

"This happened to a friend of mine"?

Well, this actually did.

What's your friend's problem?

Can we start over?

-Sure.
-Okay.

Uh, you remember Fabian, the kid
that stayed with me for a while last year?

I've represented his mother.

Okay, she wants me to be his guardian.

I mean, she wants to sign over
his guardianship papers.

And?

And I just wanted to know
if she signs the agreement,

then later on, could she change her mind?
Could she go back on the agreement?

I doubt a guardianship arrangement
could survive beyond her consent.

What if she did more than just make
an arrangement? I mean,

what if she did, more?

If you don't trust me
with the facts, Lucy,

I can't give you an informed opinion.

She said that if I gave her $2,000,

she would stay out of Fabian's life,

and I could raise him
in a good environment.

Now what I want to know is,
if she gets the money,

then... can she go back on it?

Can she still change her mind?
Could she try to get him back?

If it came to a case,
there would be the law on both sides.

You could claim
enforceable contract to adopt.

She could plead duress,
impairment of judgment.

So...

you don't think that giving her the money
would settle it once and for all?

(sighs)

Other than keeping Vivian Dewitt
high for a little while,

I'm afraid I don't.

Thanks.

Yeah.

You know, I can't believe this.
This is disgusting.

Actual cops standing around,
and they hire frauds.

They're actors, Renko. Actors.
They're just doing their job.

You mean to tell me that that fruit loop
dancing around up there

in that spangled outfit
looks more like a cop than I do?

Just prettier.

Counsel me in the ways
of peace, gentlemen.

I may be about to do murder.

What's the matter, Lieutenant?

♪ The last breath I take,
I will always believe ♪

Where's my dog?

Cut it! Cut it.

-(indistinct chatter)
-What?

Where is my dog?

I don't have a small idea
what you're talking about.

I am talking about a Shar Pei pup.

I am given to understand,

was absconded with
by a member of your company.

Tamara!

Yeah, yeah?

Oh! Oh, no! What?

Why is my dog painted like a zebra?

Just broke out of jail.
He's still in his prison outfit.

HILL: Easy, Lieutenant.

Tamara, didn't we get
a release on this dog?

Yeah, it's right here, uh, "L.D. LaRue."

-Or "J." Yeah, it's a "J."
-Whatever.

"100 bucks for the day. Dog
to be returned to Hill Street Station."

Mr. LaRue has no connection
to that animal.

Sir, it's wash-off paint.

Tamara, if we paid the wrong person,
let's pay the right one.

You don't have the currency, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

Use the original dog. Paint the Shih Tzu.

Yo! I'm a free man now.
Who's gonna make me a star?

Process this man's paperwork
and get him in a cop's outfit.

Cop?

It's a daylight shot, folks.

All right, everybody.
First positions, please.

Dudley Hicks a cop?

I do not understand show business one bit.

(engine turns over)

(engine revs)

There, right on the street, beauty.

How far down you want me?

Just around the corner.

You're looking out for me now.

Any trouble, just holler,
"we're repo" and pick me up.

You got it.

Freeze! You're busted. Hands on the dash.

(sighs)

-Little guy was a cop?
-Little guy?

You got other things
to worry about, Stubby.

Give us Edwards.

-Give me a way.
-Sign a statement and testify.

-That's no way.
-Then you're going back inside.

We're gonna bust the guy.

It don't matter you bust him.

Mr. Edwards is bad.

He still know what jobs he had fellas do.

He'll tell a con, "Do for Stubby,

or else I'll give up
what you did for me at so-and-so."

And they'll cut me,
and you'll find me dead in an alley.

He doesn't want to help himself, J.D.

I want to help,
but the man can't know I gave him up.

What about we mike the room,
you don't know about it.

-You just get him talking.
-How am I not gonna know about it?

I know about it.

Don't be dense, Stubby.
It ain't in your own interest right now.

(sighs)

Yeah, sure.

-We'll check it out with our captain.
-Yeah, don't go anywhere, Stub.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(telephone ringing)

Hey, Sarge, tell that captain of yours
and his jerk lieutenant

they better hire somebody
to start their cars.

Mel. Calm down, Mel!

Why? I'm gonna get in trouble?

-Maybe I'll lose the construction project.
-Well, just relax.

(typing)

Joe?

Oh, it's miss vows of silence, huh?

Can you come over tonight?

-For what?
-I need your help.

Yeah.

Oh, is this Mr. LaRue,
the dog entrepreneur?

Run that to the captain.

Lieutenant, I heard what happened.

No way did I think they were taking
this pooch out of precinct confines.

Well, Detective, I am trying to understand

why it was in your province

to have thoughts
of any sort in this matter.

Lieutenant, the girl comes up to me,
this dork director's assistant says,

can they rent the mutt?

Says it's worth a yard to them
to use him in their film.

I'm thinking,
"Hey, dog's gonna be here anyway.

Why not put a couple of bucks
in Lieutenant Hunter's pocket?"

Okay, so I'm gone. I come back.

I find out they had the dog outside.

I was sick.

Ah, I presume it was also on your return
that you intended to inform me

-about this transaction?
-Yeah.

And provide me with the stipend?

I, uh, got the dough for you right here.

Hey, let me just endorse this over to you.

Oh.

Uh, Lieutenant, uh,
no chance of a 10% finder's fee, huh?

It's as good as we're gonna get, Captain.

-He won't testify?
-He's terrified of Edwards.

Let's get a warrant
for the interrogation room.

Right.

Frank, what happened?

Jardino's people just pulled
off the construction site.

We just charged Mel Jardino
with felony bribery.

That will do it. That will shut him down.

-Who'd he try to bribe?
-Me.

(laughs)

It will help a lot of people, Frank.

A lot of old folks won't have
to leave their apartments.

For the record, Henry...

when Jardino tried to bribe me,

I was about to replace you
on that investigation.

-What do you mean? What for?
-For exactly what Jardino accused you of.

For dragging your feet.
For trying to get him shut down.

Frank, you need more proof this guy's
wrong than what he just tried to pull?

You were conducting
an investigation, Henry.

You weren't there to pass policy
on who gets federal loans.

Oh, that's great. There's discretion
on the street and in the captain's office.

No place in between, right?

There must have been
five times in the past week, Henry,

when I asked for you and was told
you were at a tenants' meeting.

Or you were down at city hall,
helping to file a C-6 occupancy extension.

Which is their right to request
and mine to assist with.

It's your right, but it's not your job!

I thought
I was Community Relations Officer.

I thought moving up here,
getting involved in things,

thought that was a good thing
for an occasional cop or two to do.

(door slams)

-Mr. Edwards?
-What happened here, Stubby? What you do?

-They popped me for the Cadillac.
-What do you mean the Cadillac?

You stole a car?

-That piece you sent me to boost.
-Don't you ever say I sent you!

I'm trying to put your life together.
You go out and pull a job?

-You told them I sent you?
-Hell, no, I didn't! No.

-Put your sleeves up.
-Yes, sir.

I'm clean, sir.

Now I'm gonna do
what I can for you, Stubby.

You made a mistake,
but that don't mean your life is over.

You understand?
I'm gonna try and help you.

I understand. Can you keep me outside?

Not gonna promise you that.

You just get your mind ready
to do whatever comes around.

Will, sir.

-Where's Mitch?
-He got away.

How'd he do that?

He smelled it. He ran like hell.

You sit tight. You keep your mouth shut!

-Yes, sir.
-We understand each other, Stubby?

Got my mind on it, Mr. Edwards.

Way to deliver, Stub.

That S.O.B.

He's scared to death of the guy.

Edwards! I'm talking about Edwards.

You're starting from go, Mick.

Guy you busted couldn't help us.

Okay, uh,
what time will my backups position?

45 minutes.

There's a greasy spoon,

on Decker and Utica.

I'll move when I see him pull in.

I'd take extra backups, Captain.

It's only one guy, no?

For after the bust.

Edwards' clients may try to kill him.

What do you want?

-What happened?
-I don't know what you're talking about.

Stubby got arrested.
I nearly got arrested.

What happened?

-For what?
-The car you had us steal.

Wait a minute.

You're coming to your parole officer,
confessing a crime?

All right? All right?

Let's cut the crap. The boost went wrong.

-Take it easy.
-No, I'm hot now. I got to leave town now!

Let go! I'll take care of it!

Oh, you'll take care of it?

How?

Two bills and an address. I'll show you
where you can boost some wheels.

Let's pop him.

Hang on, babe.

If Mick's got his hands on him,
he can claim duress.

Give me an address,
then you drop a dime to the cops.

No, no, wait!
Come on, let go. I'm hypertensive.

All right, I'm letting go.

Attaboy, Mick.

What did you go crazy for?

I just did a pound.

I'm not going back in again.

Control that temper,
or you won't stay out very long.

Come on, Edwards. Say something wrong.

It's a nice maroon beamer.

They go in Nevada
for three grand without paper.

-You talk to Stubby?
-EDWARDS: They busted him.

He'll be all right. Little geek's
too scared to give anybody up.

-LARUE: That's it, Edwards.
-You're under arrest.

Down! Get down on the floor!

You're a creep!

What happened, Mr. Edwards?

-Somebody find out you're a crook?
-Hey.

Hey, you're gonna last
a long time inside, Edwards.

-You're gonna last at least a month.
-They love the guy.

They're looking forward
to working with you, Ken.

Oh, would one of you gentlemen

like to be in the background
of this next shot?

-Yes, ma'am, I believe I could be had.
-Take the vacant bike.

Where's Dudley?

Oh, he blew the last nine takes.
Roger canned him.

Out of the ash heap
of another man's career,

a star is born.

Get off of me, you overgrown horse.

-Get off of me!
-TAMARA: Roger!

Teach you to fire me, you pansy!

Dudley, what now?

This here is a labor dispute, my man.

Sure, he says give him severance pay,
or he sits on me.

Man refuses to negotiate!

I'm gonna have to bust you again, Dudley.

Tell me it wasn't bad. Tell me I was good!

Yeah, it had a certain, rough charm, okay?

Stand up, Dudley, right now.

Stand up right now
and give me that helmet.

I want you to wait in the unit
with Officer Hill

while I finish my acting debut.

And then you're going away.
You understand me?

HILL: Come on, Dudley.

What's with always
sitting on guys, Dudley?

It's a way of life, my man.

(laughs)

-(calm music playing)
-(indistinct chatter)

Hi, thanks for coming.

Henry, for the housewarming.

-Thank you.
-Henry, this is going to be wonderful.

Look at all this space, Frank.

Yeah, your business dollar
buys a little more space

in a high-crime neighborhood.

(laughs)

Help me tap a keg in the kitchen, Frank?

Uh? Sure.

-(clears throat)
-Excited?

I'm pretty excited...

a little scared.

You know, sometimes I'll be thinking,

"This is great. This is a fresh start."

Couple minutes later, I'll be thinking,

"This is silly.
I got no business up here."

But then I decide
I'll make it my business.

Good for you.

I feel the same thing
about this afternoon, Frank.

You say it's not part of being a cop.

I say I'm gonna make it part.

-This isn't the time, Henry.
-I know.

Thanks for coming.

Henry, can a stranger
offer decorating advice?

-You can.
-(chuckles)

I saw a lamp that would be wonderful here.

They're open weekends, not expensive.

I think it's about $14.

I'll check it out.

Henry seems a little worked up.

Space invaders!

(laughing)

Hey, I'm bigger than you,
and I got a bigger appetite.

All right.

What are Luce and my mom talking about?

Talking about you and Luce
staying together.

Joe, have you ever been high on smack?

No.

If she wanted me, I'd stay with her.

But she doesn't.

She just wants to be high.

(exhales)

Hey, Fabe, your mother loves you.

She's just having problems.

I'm never taking dope.
I'd be too afraid, Joe!

If it's gonna stop me from loving people.

BATES: I want us to understand
each other, Mrs. Dewitt.

I want you to stay out of Fabian's life.

I understand.

And when this money runs out, I don't want
you coming here making trouble.

I'm not gonna.

This basically says that you're making me
Fabian's guardian

so I can enroll him in school
and things like that.

Where's my money?

(knock on door)

-COFFEY: Luce?
-Joe, come back in a minute.

JOE: Yeah.

Has he got Fabian?

Let me see him.

Joe, wait a minute!

Come on in.

Hi, Luce.

Hi, Fabian.

Hi, peach.

Hi.

Just wanted to say hello to you.

See what your mother does for you?

Mrs. Dewitt.

Go away. Go do what you want.

Mrs. Dewitt, why don't you just go?

Okay.

Take care of my baby.

(door closes)

(emotional music playing)

(sighs) This is my home now.

Yeah, this is it.

Hey, everything's gonna be okay.

(theme music playing)