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-JOYCE: Just change it. -FRANK: I don't have time.

-Sure you do. -What's wrong with it?

Something about it, the width.

The vest would have covered it.

It's not anything anybody was gonna notice in court.

For me it's déjà vu.

You wore it at the first trial,

the day Biomonte skipped the country.

-You really noticed? -Mm-hm.

-I'm flattered. -(laughs) Don't be.

You're lucky I don't judge a man by his tie.

I know I'm lucky.

(Joyce moans)

Item six: federal investigation into local meat-handling practices.

Illegal sales of inferior pork bellies

have been traced to--

The corner of Decker and 125th. I know her, Sarge.

(scattered groans, laughter)

Anyway,

Mick Belker is working an undercover at Korloff's Packing Plant,

coordinating with people from the Health Department.

Item seven: the retrial of Al Biomonte

begins in earnest today.

Just like with those Nazis, this mafia kingpin

thought he could skip out on justice.

But even though it took seven years, they got him.

He's been extradited from Palermo.

The captain is testifying against him today.

Item eight: relates insomuch

as Lieutenant Hunter takes station command in the captain's absence.

Last item: if you can sing, if you can dance,

if you can play an instrument, tell jokes, juggle, do magic,

you ought to sign up for the PBA Dependents' Fund Amateur Night.

-RENKO: Hey, right here! -Now people-- people--

The Hill and the Heights are responsible

for raising this money for the widows and the orphans.

So if you got any talent,

for heaven's sake, get out there tonight and flaunt it,

because we want to have a great show, huh?

Okay, that's all I got.

Let's move!

Stop them from getting away out there.

(indistinct chatter)

(telephone ringing)

You see, it's not just the voice.

It's what the singer does with the words of the song.

-It's called phrasing. -Phrasing.

Sarge, listen, in reference to this talent thing I'm hearing about,

I'm not the kind of guy who blows his own horn,

but people tell me I'm kind of funny.

You mean jokes?

Yeah, I got some great ones.

I don't know, Lieutenant. There's gonna be wives and kids at this thing.

Hey, listen, Stan, I'm not talking about that kind of stuff.

I mean harmless things.

You know, like Polish jokes. (chuckles)

♪ God bless America ♪

You know, see, now, that's real boring. But now listen to this.

♪ Go-o-d bless A-mer-ica ♪

♪ Land that I lo-o-ve ♪

Now, I have just taken a standard song and imbued it with phrasing

-making it distinctly my own. -No question.

(continues singing)

With regard to press inquiries

that might come regarding the Biomonte trial?

We have no comment, Howard.

Any press releases come out of Division.

Well, I just want to give you the final assurance

that during my brevet of command,

that I shall do everything to maintain the continuum of order.

I'm not worried, Howard.

(telephone ringing)

-Morning, Frank. -Irwin.

Henry, did we get it all?

17 pieces of physical evidence are on their way

-from the vaults at Farmingdale. -Statement files?

Complete and up-to-date.

(grunts)

Gentlemen.

-Take you back, Frank? -Seven years.

Considering what I read in this morning's paper,

this case could be a couple of rungs on your ladder.

How about it?

Planning on extra mileage from Biomonte?

What are you referring to now?

The current rumor's finally made it into print.

Today's editorial page describes you

as a viable candidate for mayor.

I've been approached by some people.

-I haven't agreed to run for anything. -Of course not.

And he whines that we play the press.

REPORTER: Hey, it's Daniels!

Excuse me, Chief Daniels?

(reporters clamoring)

Mr. Biomonte claims the charges against him

will be invalidated by the statute of limitations.

Ridiculous. The statute doesn't run

when you flee the country to avoid prosecution.

He also says the passing of time has diminished the importance of this case.

Talk to the widow--

REPORTER: Do you think this case

-will enhance your prospects-- -(faint gunshot)

(racket)

-Frank, what is it? -I heard a shot.

(overlapping shouts)

MAN: Get down!

Stand back!

-(clamoring) -(overlapping shouts)

Get back! Get back, all of you!

For God's sake, call the paramedics!

(shouting)

Oh, my God. My God!

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)

(upbeat music playing)

(sirens wailing in the distance)

-(siren wailing) -(tires screech)

(indistinct radio chatter)

We don't have a choice. We've got to go inside and fast.

-I'm gonna call his wife. -God yes.

-She mustn't hear it on the news. -What can I tell her?

I can't make any prognosis. It's minute by minute.

Officer, let me use your VA-10.

Dispatch? Chief Daniels. I've got a code 11.

Patch me through to Captain Scapizzi.

Yes, very urgent.

No, I don't want anyone taking a message to her.

I got to talk to her myself.

She's in court.

We don't know yet, Gene. It looks bad.

-Round-the-clock guards on him. -GENE: Biomonte?

There's no question in my mind.

A good chance he'll try again.

Hey, Luce, you got to help me.

I can't do half my tricks.

I can't do the rabbits. I can't do the doves.

I can't do the sword in the box.

-I need an assistant. -All right.

But I'm not wearing black tights. Got it?

DISPATCH: We have a reported shooting of a police officer

at the Municipal Courts Building.

Yeah, do we have the officer's name?

Captain Furillo.

Oh, boy.

JOYCE: There are countless errors in translation

and a total confusion of the facts.

I would therefore ask the court that this document be stricken from use.

Ms. Davenport, the bailiff has just handed me a note.

You have an emergency phone call from a Lieutenant Henry Goldblume.

MAN: They shot the Chief of Police?

No, it was the other guy.

Furillo. Right in front of the court.

-(thud) -Sniper.

Hey, pick up your pig! Nobody drops meat around here.

-(growls) -You crazy?

RADIO REPORTER: It's believed a man on the roof of the courthouse

fired the shot which struck Captain Furillo.

-Early reports coming in... -Oh, my God. Oh, no.

(radio reporter goes on)

-(machine buzzes) -(monitor beeping)

Any increase in blood pressure?

-WOMAN: Up three and holding. -Rib spreader.

Now people are gonna want to rush down there.

So, uh, we're gonna...

We're gonna have to work out a system of shifts by twos and according to roster.

Uh, yes, yes.

Now, I'm gonna pass the word to discourage

individual phone calls to the hospital.

That's just gonna tie things up.

I'll check with the doctors and post bulletins.

-Is that okay? -Yes.

A lot of people are gonna want to donate blood.

So, uh,

you know, help make up what the hospital puts out.

So I'm gonna be checking blood types.

Anybody matches the captain's gonna go first,

in case they need direct donors.

Are you, uh, you okay, Lieutenant?

-(clears throat) No. -What's the matter?

-I just can't seem to think straight. -I know what you mean.

I'm fighting to keep on track myself.

But we got to take care of things.

Can't let him down.

Yes.

(sighs)

You're right, Sergeant. Thank you.

(telephone ringing)

(monitor beeping)

I can still feel bone chips.

Suction.

(indistinct chatter)

-(vacuuming) -Right. Follow my finger now.

That's good.

(sighs) Saline. Flush the whole area.

This is a mess down here. What's his blood pressure?

-WOMAN: Sixty-three. -Damn.

I'm Mrs. Furillo.

-How is he? -Still in surgery.

-It's been almost an hour. -What happened?

The radio said it was a sniper on the roof of the courthouse.

Somebody shot from the crowd with a silenced gun.

Couldn't be more than five feet.

-We don't know that. -I heard it.

I know the sound of a silenced gun. I didn't hear it.

I was next to him, closer than we are right now.

I promise, I swear to you. We'll get whoever did this.

Dr. Mendelsohn.

This is Captain Furillo's wife.

I'll come right to the point.

Captain Furillo has suffered severe injury

to the vascular system surrounding the heart

and is in a deep state of shock.

Now we have repaired the damage as much as possible.

But there is still some internal seepage of blood.

Is he going to live?

To a great extent, his survival will depend

on the strength of his system and his own will.

Over the next eight or nine hours,

hopefully he'll stabilize and we'll know more.

(sighs)

-(respirator hissing) -(monitor beeping)

(melancholic music playing)

Uh... (clears throat) Hello, Ms. Davenport.

Lieutenant Buntz.

I don't think you're supposed to be here.

Yeah, I know. I had to tell the doctors

I was from the Medical Examiner's Office.

But I got something I want to say to you,

and I think maybe it's kind of important.

I mean, I know everybody's expressing their sympathies, and that's all fine.

But I figure at a time like this,

it might be better to hear something positive.

Something positive.

I'm remembering back to when I first met the captain.

And, uh, well, he don't necessarily give the impression

that he could tough it through an ordeal like this.

You know, being shot in the chest, looks pretty bad.

(clears throat) Look, maybe I don't know the man as long as everybody else,

but... I know what's inside the guy.

And this ain't gonna stop him.

Now, I'm not just giving you an opinion here, Ms. Davenport.

This is something I know.

It's like, uh... it's like a sixth sense. I've always had it.

And, uh, he's gonna be okay.

-You're sure? -Oh, yeah.

I wouldn't have bothered you like this

if I wasn't absolutely certain.

And also, I feel, uh,

I feel the more people that have my kind of positive attitude,

well, I think it helps the captain.

-Helps me. -Good.

(clears throat)

(emotional music playing)

(clears throat)

Look, I'm sure you got a lot of people you'd call first, but

if there's ever anything I can do, you know...

Thank you.

(monitor beeping)

ANCHOR (faintly): We're going now to a special report.

At the courthouse, we have Marsha Treadman with Al Biomonte.

MARSHA: Has your extradition in any way

adversely affected your plans?

I lost my home and dislocated my wife and family.

-(turns up volume) -It was this same kind of brutality

that drove me out of this country in the first place.

My own life has been threatened.

I know what it's like, but whatever our differences,

my prayers really go out to Furillo and his family.

MARSHA: So you had no connection with the shooting?

AL: What, are you crazy? Of course not. I was 50 feet away.

You think I'd be that stupid?

MARSHA: Do you hope for a mistrial at this point?

AL: If there was any justice, I wouldn't be here in the first place.

(voice echoing) Take yourself back seven years to when this all began.

It's deliberate persecution.

Who has deliberately persecuted you?

Cops. Cops trying to make their careers

persecuting an innocent man.

That's all this case is about.

I'll tell you another thing.

An honest judge would throw the whole thing in the street.

(indistinct conversations)

(monitor beeping)

WOMAN: Mrs. Furillo?

These are Mr. Furillo's personal belongings.

They were removed before surgery.

Thank you. Do you know if there's been any improvement?

I really can't say.

You'll have to speak to Dr. Mendelsohn.

FRANK: Notes on first day of testimony

in trial of Biomonte and LeClerc.

(echoing) Exhibits 25 to 41 are transcribed recordings

of conversations between undercover Detectives

Davillo and Carelli and Jason LeClerc.

Lieutenant Furillo, is it not correct that you supervise all undercover work

done by Detectives Carelli and Davillo?

-Yes. -And you are certainly aware

that Detectives Carelli and Davillo

approached Mr. LeClerc with a large amount of money.

-Ten thousand dollars? -Yes, I am.

What was the purpose of approaching Mr. LeClerc with $10,000?

We had reason to believe that Jason LeClerc

could arrange a narcotics purchase from Al Biomonte.

JOYCE: Ten thousand dollars?

Is that the usual amount for street dealers' purchase of drugs?

There is no usual amount.

Why offer such a large amount?

We wanted Mr. LeClerc to take our offer seriously.

Isn't that another way of saying you wanted to entice him?

Mr. LeClerc has a long history of transactions--

-That's not what I asked. -...anti-narcotics...

Let me finish, I'll answer

-your question. -Mr. LeClerc's past offenses

are not an issue in this trial

and were not part of my question.

You asked why we offered $10,000.

I'm just trying to say that Mr. LeClerc's past offenses

qualified him in our minds as a man experienced

in the large-scale purchase of drugs.

And so to that end, Mr. LeClerc was offered a chance,

enticed with $10,000 to commit a crime

-for which he is now standing trial. -That's not true.

Oh, no? Which part of it isn't true?

We did not entice him.

Let me ask you this.

If your detectives had not given Mr. LeClerc $10,000,

would the purchase of the drugs

for which he is now being tried have been made?

PROSECUTOR: I object. The question calls for speculation

-on the part of the witness. -JUDGE: Sustained.

The defense has no further questions, Your Honor.

MAN: You made it! I had almost given you up.

Sorry, Evan. I had a long day.

I was getting so bored talking to would-be politicians

and would-be kingmakers, I almost decided to run for something

just to relieve my ennui.

-(romantic music playing) -(indistinct chatter)

How did they get in without a warrant?

Oh, come on, Joyce.

Can't have a bear-baiting without the bears.

I wonder who picks Furillo's ties.

-Oh, you're cruel, Evan. -Just observant.

Excuse me. Hi, how are you?

What about the victims?

Do you think that Miranda serves them with justice?

Open your ears to the public. They're outraged!

Why can't you gentlemen come clean?

It's got nothing to do with the victims.

Your beef is with a law that makes it hard to bully

and intimidate innocent people into self-incrimination.

You're wrong. In fact, I think the Miranda decision

has improved police procedure.

-(grunts) -There's a problem with public perception

when convicted criminals are routinely released on technicalities.

Uh-uh, you're talking about maybe two or three percent of all the cases.

But those are the cases that are publicized, and then there's a backlash.

The public demands a harder line in law enforcement.

-And you wouldn't want that? -No, I wouldn't.

I need a drink.

We killed him.

(clears throat)

Hello, Counselor.

Hello, Lieutenant.

Champagne to wash down the canapé?

-Mm. No, I don't drink. -Never?

You may not have noticed, but this is a cocktail party.

So what brings you here? Are you seeking office?

Or are you simply a friend of man who is seeking office?

I came because the inspector invited me and because I was curious.

-Is it all you expected? -And more.

-What's the more? -You.

Joyce!

I have to mingle.

(monitor beeping)

I have an alarm clock.

Uh-huh, but you never use it.

Probably doesn't work.

We'll open the blinds and awaken with the dawn.

It's spring! Birds will sing.

Not on the 11th floor.

Uh, excuse me.

-Evan. -What?

It's Mr. Tact. Do you have some problem?

Well, excuse me for interrupting,

but my car's blocked in.

-(whispers) Good night. -(whispers) Good night.

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

(tires screech)

(engine revs)

(tires screech)

(tires screech)

-(tires screech) -(crash)

(car door slams)

-Are you okay? -I think so. You?

I don't believe this.

You were going the wrong way.

I had no choice. They closed the damn gate.

Why didn't you honk your horn?

I don't think I can drive it.

Look, I'm totally insu-- (cards clatter) insured.

Let me give you my agent's number.

(clears throat)

Uh, I'm really sorry about this.

Well, accidents happen.

Thank you. Thank you.

(car door closes)

(engine turns over)

(rattling)

(Joyce starts car)

How are you getting home?

Uh, well, I guess I'll grab a cab.

(car door closes)

It's pouring rain, and it's the middle of the night.

Shouldn't have any problem at all.

-Where do you live? -Boyleston Heights.

Way out there?

Well, I can probably find a cab over at the Cumberland Hotel.

Get in. I'll take you over.

(classical music plays)

Change it if you want.

I listen to WNK.

-Really? -Any reason why I shouldn't?

No, I was surprised. That's all.

-Do you play an instrument? -No. Do you?

I wish, but no.

You go to concerts?

Not as much as I'd like to. Do you?

Not for a while.

Five years.

I'd like to start going again.

-I lied. -Lied about what?

I played violin. Badly.

(chuckles)

I won't tell.

I sort of lied, too.

You took ballet.

That's right. How'd you know?

Dancer's attitude, shows.

Because I walk with my toes in.

That and posture.

Mm. I quit at age 12.

Some things mark you for life.

Yes, fortunately and unfortunately, some things do.

-(monitor beeping) -(music continues faintly)

(sighs) No cabs.

Well, I can wait inside.

Suppose a cab doesn't come.

My tough luck.

It's been enjoyable.

Joyce.

I really feel bad just dumping you here.

Well, you can come in and have a cup of coffee while I wait.

Under the circumstances, it's the best I can offer.

(siren wailing)

Look, I-I don't live far from here.

I suppose we could go to my apartment. I can make coffee. You can call a cab.

Great.

-Oh, wait. -What?

A cab just pulled up.

Oh, I didn't see.

Well, it's right there.

Too bad.

I guess it's good night.

Thanks for the ride.

See you in court.

(car door closes)

MAN: Okay, Mr...

All right, your blood type matches Captain Furillo's,

so you will qualify as a direct donor.

Good. Take all you need.

-Flex your hand. -You sure I can't donate?

Not if you've had hepatitis.

Lady, that was eight years ago.

I'm sorry. Just keep flexing your hand.

Tommy Valucci used to work for Biomonte.

-That was years ago, man. -Yeah, but he might know something.

I'll get you some orange juice.

-Are you all right? -Yeah, I'm fine.

Is there any word?

Last I heard, condition's unchanged.

-Still listed as grave. -Which is worse, grave or critical?

Nurse says grave's as bad as it gets.

Oh.

Stay here and rest for at least 20 minutes.

If you feel sick or faint, call me.

Um, excuse me. My name is Laslo.

I called about donating blood for Captain Furillo.

You'll have to be typed to see if you qualify as a direct donor.

If not, you can still donate blood in Captain Furillo's name.

Fill out this form. I'll be right with you.

Thank you.

You a friend of Captain Furillo's?

Oh, no, just a concerned cop.

Andrew Renko, Hill Street Station.

I just want to tell you I appreciate what you're doing very much.

Well, there isn't a cop in town that isn't pulling for him.

-(monitor beeping) -(alarm buzzes)

NURSE: That's Furillo. Get a doctor, stat.

DOCTOR: Disconnect the monitor and get back in here.

Call Dr. Mendelsohn.

Get blood to Surgery A to transfuse when we get there.

-What happened? -He's hemorrhaging.

(overlapping chatter)

MAN: Let's go. Move.

(monitor beeping faster)

MAN: OR three is open!

(indistinct chatter)

Blood pressure is 70 over, take your pick.

SURGEON: Put him up, I'll get scrubbed.

MAN: Who's the anesthesiologist on call?

(light working noise)

WOMAN: Union Memorial Hospital.

Hello, yes. I want to find out about a patient.

Police Captain Francis Furillo.

I'll transfer you to intensive care.

-Hey! -Not on my time, little man.

Oh, you don't understand. I got a sick relative.

Yeah, and I got ten sides of beef waiting for a piggyback ride to the freezer.

-Now move it. -No. Hey,

I'm guaranteed two 15-minute breaks.

And you ain't heard no buzzer.

Now when you hear the buzzer, that's when you make your call.

Otherwise, you haul meat. Move!

MAN: Chickens here before they're defrosted.

Let's go!

Hey!

Hey!

Not that.

Stuff you unload is in the other truck.

Clearly, there's an emotional issue here. I understand that.

I'm not saying I should head the investigation.

But people on the Hill should be involved.

-We all want to be involved. -(exhales)

Don't you know what I feel, seeing Frank shot down as I stood beside him?

But this investigation, with all its inherent complexities,

requires a certain level of expertise.

What I'm gently trying to tell you

is that this is out of your league.

Gene. Chief. Henry.

I heard he's back in surgery.

It doesn't look good.

SID went over Furillo's clothes

to determine the angle of entry.

Judging from where he was standing on the steps,

they figure the gun was fired from no more than ten feet away.

The guy must have been in the crowd.

Told you I heard the shot.

-I'm afraid to ask. -He's back in surgery.

An artery was so bad the stitches wouldn't hold.

They're going to replace it with a vein graft from his leg.

Does that mean he's gonna be all right?

I just don't know, Fay.

Have you told his parents?

I spoke with his brother this morning,

and he said he'd tell the others.

I suppose I should call him back,

but I was hoping I'd have something to tell him.

(sobs)

I wish I could wait with you, but I got Frank, Jr.

He's with my mother. He's waiting for me to come tell him.

(sniffles) He loves his dad.

He's gonna be so scared!

(voice breaking) I know.

FAY: Would you tell my husband I'm here, please?

-MAN: And you're here to see? -JOYCE: Lieutenant Furillo.

FRANK: Hello, Fay.

Oh, hi.

Here, Frank. Catch!

What is this?

It's your child support and alimony check.

It bounced pretty good at the bank.

-Listen, Fay, uh-- -No, you listen.

I've heard every lie, every excuse.

-I'm having a problem with my bank. -You're having problems?

I'm having problems, Frank! All my checks are coming back.

Now, how do you think I'm gonna feed and support and clothe your son?

But maybe you think because you left,

it's not your problem anymore.

Listen, could we talk about this in my office?

I'll be just a minute.

Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Behind closed doors.

-Who is that? -She's an attorney.

-She's your attorney? -Not my attorney.

Could we talk in my office?

No. My attorney says I shouldn't discuss it.

But if you don't have a cashier's check or cash

in that amount to me by midnight tonight,

we will be discussing it in court!

(telephone ringing)

-Hi. -Obviously, I didn't pick

a convenient time.

But everywhere I've gone this morning, I've gotten messages to contact you.

I even got one down in holding.

Tried to reach you by phone, but you never return my calls.

Has this got something to do with the case?

No, no, actually, it doesn't.

Actually, it's about money.

What money?

Well, the car. I had it fixed.

But the insurance company won't issue a check for 60 days.

I'm sorry to ask, but...

I could really use the 150 bucks I've put out.

No, I'm sorry. Of course I'll write you a check.

(sighs)

You know, I'd really like to ask you out,

but I just can't afford it right now.

That's certainly being honest.

(chuckles) Not a matter of choice.

The honesty?

(laughing) No. My financial situation.

-(tears check) -Yes, I saw the demonstration.

Thank you.

Smart money around the PD's office

says Biomonte's looking at conviction on all counts,

mainly due to your testimony.

Let's hope.

The DA's hinted if Biomonte's convicted,

might drop charges against my client.

Seems fair.

Got a feeling you might have talked with him.

Oh, I doubt anything I said would have changed his mind.

I don't have that kind of clout.

You might have more clout than you're aware of.

Um, on Sundays, the museum has chamber concerts.

They're free.

(both laugh)

This week it's Mozart quintets.

I'll keep that in mind.

(indistinct chatter)

-Hey! -Don't! I'm on my break.

I'm trying to help you.

I got degenerates in my own family, and I know the problem.

What?

You're gonna deny that you're a degenerate gambler?

Every time I look at you, you're trying to make a phone call.

You're gonna tell me you're not trying to contact a book?

I told you I got a sick relative.

(laughs) Running in what race?

Listen, maggot mouth!

-I'm making a phone call. -(buzzer sounds)

End of break. Now, get back to the meat.

You enjoy this.

What?

I enjoy my work, too.

Hey!

FRANK: So you'll come again next week?

No guarantees.

You like pizza?

Is that an invitation?

Only if you like it.

And if I like pizza,

I'm not so sure I want to tell you I do.

Why?

Frank, it's too complicated.

I'm making my own way now, and I want to keep it that way.

Anything else is just too complicated.

I'm sorry.

I was only offering pizza.

That's not true.

You know and I know that's not true.

I don't think your reasons are valid.

You still going out with, uh?

Evan. Yes.

Why? Why him and not me?

He's safe.

With you, I'm not so sure.

Frank, I have to go.

See you in court.

(car door closes)

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Tigrette, have you any explanation for the fact that Mr. Biomonte

has failed to return from the lunch recess?

Your honor, I can only imagine Mr. Biomonte

is lingering over his bisque of tortoni.

I'm certain he'll be here any second.

JUDGE: We have been waiting for half an hour.

Your Honor, Police Inspector Daniels has just received information

that Al Biomonte boarded a plane at Hallister Airport

and is currently en route to Rome.

The state asks that a bench warrant be issued,

and if the facts support it, we plan to take immediate action

to have Biomonte extradited.

-What does that mean for me? -I'm not sure yet.

I see it as a crypto-fascist manipulation to redirect

the focus of this case toward my client

-to save your image. -You're absurd.

And didn't you once suggest there could be a reduction of charges?

-I only said we were considering it. -What happened to the consideration?

There are certain other priorities.

Of course there are. You need a body to step over

on your way to appointment as Chief of Police,

and Mr. LeClerc appears to be the ideal corpus.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Frank never said a word at that meeting.

Crypto-fascist manipulations.

That's the way it seemed at the time.

You were wrong. There wasn't any conspiracy.

But remember, Biomonte had just skipped the country.

Reducing the charge against his co-defendant

did not seem to be in the best interest of good public relations.

Maybe I'm the one that should have suspected a conspiracy.

Why is that?

After you left, Frank started to argue against our position.

It's not like it was the first time he took a stand opposite to my own.

But all of a sudden, he was very strong.

He said on the basis of fairness to LeClerc,

we should plead him down.

It wasn't a conspiracy.

He didn't do it for me.

Maybe not for you, but because of you.

It was the first time I saw Frank really starting to emerge.

I think you had a lot to do with that.

Well, the plea didn't hurt your PR.

You got appointed.

And the first thing I did was promote Frank to captain.

I knew what he had in him was very special.

I saw it right from the beginning.

In spite of our differences...

the tension caused by recent events...

I still see it,

even though I don't want to.

We've been getting a lot of crank calls.

I've been sorting them out, but there's this one guy.

He says he was at the scene and has something to sell.

-Something to sell? -Yeah, name's Sowers. Mr. Sowers?

Uh, Mr. Sowers, this is Lieutenant Buntz.

You were at the courthouse.

(foreign accent) Terrible. I saw it all right through viewfinder of my camera.

I'm professional photographer.

-Really? -I've sold to every newspaper in city.

-Now maybe I sell to you. -Sell me what?

(chuckles) Sell you what I saw and what I have on film.

Let's talk in private.

Grab me away from my dinner table.

No respect for family values.

I got my mother, she's 84 years old,

worried about me. Do they care?

-Hey. Get him out of here! -You got no heart, Detective.

That's the trouble with you. You got no heart.

Biomonte used to move with a guy named Johnny Matta.

-Let's get him-- -I just talked to Division.

They're chasing Biomonte and have nothing--

I know where I'm going with this. The shooter's still out there.

-He's loose and laughing at us-- -Listen to me.

-Just getting yourself crazy. -You don't understand.

I got to do something. They wouldn't even let me give blood.

We gotta take some kind of action, not just stand around.

I understand what you feel. It's what I feel.

It's what we all feel. But whatever we do, it has to be effective,

or else it don't do nobody no good.

-(indistinct chatter) -(typing)

I'm professional. I should get paid for pictures I take.

If it's real, I'll give you 50 bucks.

-Let's see it. -(laughs) Fifty bucks!

Or I'll subpoena whatever photo you got, and you get nothing.

I can flush it down the toilet, and you can subpoena the sewer.

You could also fall down a flight of stairs or out a window.

You are threatening me?

No, I'm just reading your tea leaves, pal, and you're accident prone.

Now, I want to see that picture before you break something.

-Fifty bucks? -That's what I said.

(telephone ringing)

I know this guy.

-You kidding? -I've seen him, too.

We're through here. Let's check the books.

Right.

(elevator dings)

-Hello, Mick. -Hello, Captain, how are you?

-Fine. How are you? -I'm all right.

-What is the latest news? -I don't know.

He's been in surgery for hours.

Nobody knows nothing.

I got to go. I'm on an undercover.

I'd like to stay, but I got to make the pop.

Sure, Mick, sure.

-Officer Laslo. -Yes?

I'm Captain Calletano, the Polk Avenue Precinct.

Your name tag is on the wrong side of your uniform.

Oh, my kids must have played with it again.

-Sorry about that. -Next time be more observant.

Yes, I will.

(elevator dings)

(doors open)

(baby cries)

(knocking)

(door kicked open)

-(indistinct radio talk) -Hey, hey!

DANIELS: That's ridiculous.

The statute doesn't run when you flee the country...

-HENRY: Over here. -(clicks off tape)

His name is Randolph Scripps. He's been arrested three times.

He was released from the Edge Hill Psychiatric Hospital in June.

Why would he shoot Frank?

His earlier arrest involved

the attempted murder of a candidate for local office.

I guess he read the morning paper.

There doesn't seem to be any connection to Biomonte.

Well, we've completed surgery.

Your husband's on his way back to intensive care.

How is he?

The operation went relatively well,

but until his condition stabilizes, it's really very hard to know.

I'd like to be with him.

-Could you tell the others? -Sure.

(monitor beeping)

It's not the greatest, but you need some nourishment.

Thank you.

Pizza? Just a yen.

It's something you send out for, Davy.

Fortunately, they don't even have it in restaurants.

They won't have it at Lubeck's.

You're still on for dinner?

Sure.

Good.

-(romantic music playing) -(indistinct chatter)

Now, let's talk about important things.

The firm represents major gay organizations, major feminists--

Evan, it's all just recreation.

Even me?

Don't answer that.

But the offer, Joyce, the position is real.

As a way of advising you, let me tell you why I've always felt

that Dr. Albert Schweitzer was a total sellout.

First of all, he only made a few, very early recordings.

So his great mastery of the organ was wasted on an audience

that obviously would have preferred the drums.

Evan, would you excuse me for a minute, please?

Well, sure.

(clears throat)

-Hello. -Hi.

I heard LeClerc's case was dismissed

on fourth-amendment grounds. Congratulations.

I'd say he had a hell of an attorney.

I'll be right back.

Evan, you are one of the few people I know

who can really appreciate outrageous behavior.

I hope this doesn't mean what I think it means.

I'd like to beg out of dinner tonight.

Furillo.

I should have known by the longing for pizza.

I have seen this man.

He's here, in a midtown police uniform.

-Nameplate is-- -He's here?

Yes.

Look, I'll take Furillo's floor. Tell Goldblume and the others,

check all uniforms. If this guy gets our scent, he's gone.

(monitor beeping)

So it began with opera.

My mother was afraid we'd be hit by lightning.

My father and I put this huge antenna up on the roof

so we could listen to Saturdays at the Met.

My father would translate.

And then the NBC Symphony, with Toscanini conducting.

Before my mother and father were married,

my father was in the merchant marine,

and he told us about these amazing places.

So when I was a kid, the music was like an illustration

of this incredible world he saw.

I've never been anywhere. Have you?

You mean like Europe?

-For a start. -Yeah, I've been there.

I saw cathedrals, museums.

I don't know, actually. I feel like I saw nothing.

-And I'd like to go back. -It's still there.

-Yeah. -There's still time.

-Would you like some more pizza? -No.

Let's have coffee at my place.

FRANK: What time do you suppose it is?

I have no idea. Why?

Well, I was just wondering if we should try to get some sleep.

(chuckles)

Why bother?

It's too late to think about sleep.

So you're still not tired, huh?

Mm. Not tired enough. How about you?

Mm. I've got the distinct feeling

you're not tired enough, either.

(chuckles)

(chatter over PA)

Lieutenant Buntz.

(indistinct chatter)

Hey. Hey, officer!

It's Scripps! Hey, hold it!

Stop that guy!

Look out! Look out! Get out of my way!

(gunshot echoing)

You got him.

Yeah. (chuckles)

Wasn't that one hell of a shot, huh?

(chuckles)

(monitor beeping)

His vital signs seem steady.

It's been such a long day for you,

if you wanted to go home and get some rest.

I think I'll stay.

There's a bed in the nurses' quarters if you want to lie down.

Thank you. Maybe later.

(melancholic music playing)

(theme music playing)