Original subtitles

JENKINS: Item six.

Housing Authority is on my case, people.

Put sector-B patrols up profile

at the Clark redevelopment construction site.

Pop who's ever been stealing the bricks.

Seven, ongoings and undercovers.

Tour units are alerted for Muller and Crane.

Clark's at the M.L. King.

And Dragan and Zachary, junkies in the stop-and-cop block.

And Detective Belker's at the Wolfing Gardens.

He's after that cat burglar that's been mauling the residents there.

-Not something I wanna do. -Item eight.

Memo from Division Commander Svenson.

Re: personnel experiencing illness

the day prior to starting their vacation.

(everyone laughs)

Lieutenant?

Noise complaint on the S.O.I.L. house.

Get O'Brien and Phillips when they come up, okay?

-Okay. -Hang on.

I think there's a "notify officer" on this address.

(telephone rings)

Schwartzman.

Belker!

He ain't here. Excuse me?

Uh... Ma'am, he ain't here.

Uh... This is Hill Street.

Well, I'm sorry if my voice doesn't sound familiar.

(indistinct male voice)

Well, if that's who you are, then you ought to know, he...

(stammering)

Is this urgent?

(indistinct chattering)

All right, if I see him, I will let him know.

Yes, I'm leaving a message.

You were dizzy, but you're feeling better now.

You love him, and it's gonna cool off tonight,

so he doesn't need to leave the air conditioner on.

That's it?

That's the message?

(stammering)

Mrs. Belker, he ain't here. This is night shift.

Yeah, Lieutenant Goldblume.

You got a "please notify" on 1416 Clarendon?

These S.O.I.L. house people?

-Hi. -Hi. Are we off?

You're being awfully good about this dinner, Furillo.

-I could say you got the plague. -Thought we already used that one.

Could we make an early exit, though? I'm bushed.

You have my solemn vow, darling.

Me and Robert will be finished no later than 11:15.

Yes, ma'am, I love you, too.

You're my alibi, Bobby.

Serious overtime on the trial deposition, Daryl Ann.

All that paperwork.

Right, he didn't go spending no 100 bucks

to meet some country-western singer backstage.

-No, sir. -Wait a minute.

Bobby Angel ain't just some country-and-western singer.

-He-- -Renko?

-This guy's got a delivery. -Yes, sir.

WGZZ "meet the man" contest number 14?

-Yes, sir. Andrew J. Renko! -Benjamin Franklin.

Well, you must be a real country fan, mister,

knowing all them facts about Bobby's life like that.

I wouldn't know Bobby Angel from "Charlie's Angels," pal.

I'm a ticket broker.

We bought this from the guy who won.

Get backstage, you ask for Bear.

Bear.

Well, I know, as a responsible human husband,

I should be suffering deep budgetary remorse.

But right now, you're looking at one happy cowboy!

Beg her before the show, cowboy?

-Uh-huh. -(laughs)

MAN: No, I can't. I'm getting off tonight.

I'm going on days tomorrow morning. I think 0800.

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

-Armed robbery in progress. -(sirens whooping)

See Surplus Store, corner of Peoples Drive and 124th Street.

(theme music playing)

This thief's scaring these old people so bad,

I'm afraid someone is gonna die.

Other night, he came into a lady's living room

-right through the ceiling. -No garage.

Not in this old place.

No garbage chute.

Now, he either goes through there or up the fire escape.

Nasty stakeout.

I've done a lot of dumpsters before.

This ain't so bad.

I'm on a 2-hour circuit.

See you in a couple hours.

-Holler if you need me. -Will do.

-COFFEY: J.D. -LARUE: Hmm?

You still staying at your brother-in-law's?

-Till tomorrow, yeah. -Yeah. Renko says

the fastest way to get to work from there is Clifford Avenue.

-Mm-mm. Portland. -See?

That's right, Andy. Portland's got the no left 6 to 9.

You guys talk pretty big for people ain't lived

in the same neighborhood like I have for 8 years.

It takes me 20 minutes to get to work.

But you only live on 87th.

Hey, it takes me 20. I leave at 6:25.

-You lie. -I lie, Renko?

I lie about a lot of stuff, not about when I leave for work.

You mean, wait a minute now. You mean Portland from Heights Circle

-a straight shot up to Maplewood? -Right. 6:25.

Robert, I think I'm gonna be able to finance my backstage visit.

Okay, $100, you and me, says Renko's route is faster.

Portland to Hudson to Decker?

-Renko-- -That's right. That's right.

Portland to Hudson to Decker. Okay? We got a wager?

6:25 tomorrow morning, you take your route, I'll take mine.

-A yard? Oh, you got it? -You got it. Okay, seconds in the car

-verifying route and speed limit. -Right.

-Bobby, you be my second?

I'm not gonna get up at 6:00--

Hey, Tony, get the board for the series. Victory margin, total time?

Don't go south on me now, brother.

Now, Lieutenant, would you please be the referee?

-Referee? You've got a contest? -No, it's not a contest. It's not a bet.

It's just somebody making a charitable contribution

to the Andrew J. Renko budget-balancing campaign.

Time for the campaign, okay? Time for the concert.

I'll talk to you later.

Where you gonna get the money, Rockefeller?

Full faith in the credit of Parnelli J. Renko.

-(imitates engine) -(chuckles)

(polka plays)

Mmm.

Don't start with me, Blackie.

(sighs)

Blackie, don't start with me!

All right.

Okay.

But you know you with weisswurst.

MAN: Uh-uh-uh. Where's your mask?

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh. Sorry. I thought you were one of my students.

We've been mixing vanadium stains.

-It's very toxic. -Well, I heard

that you sometimes let people, I mean, hobbyists...

who aren't students use the school kiln, so...

Sure. What you got?

Well... it's rough stuff.

Uh... The pots I made on a kitchen table.

Coil pot, slab pot with weaving.

That's very ambitious.

And...

Uh, I bought the unfinished horse, you know,

painted it with this china glaze.

And it's for a kid I know.

(chuckles) Very nice work. Well, this will fire about three hours.

Of course, the pots will take a lot longer.

Well, if it doesn't matter to you,

I would like to wait for that horse.

Is that possible?

I mean, tomorrow's the kid's birthday, so it's...

Did you bring a book?

What kind of book was I supposed to bring?

No, just something so you could kill time.

Oh, I'm not gonna get bored,

and I'm not gonna drive you crazy either with a bunch of questions.

What's your name?

-Lucy Bates. -Tom Hopper.

Hi. How are you?

Whoo! (chuckles)

-(recording of man speaking) -MAN: You from the police?

(woman screaming, indistinct)

MAN: Ain't no way we can live with this noise! They got to go!

WOMAN: Living in there like pigs!

I live way down at the bottom, and I can smell the garbage.

(yelling) Hello, Calvin!

What happened to our agreement?!

MAN (on recording): ...The stories of our people

that have their names taken away from them.

(yelling) No volume over 60 decibels!

No speeches after 5:00!

MAN (on recording): How do you get a name?

How do you go about claiming what ought to be yours...

Calvin!

I didn't come here to shout! I came to talk!

MAN (on recording): You can claim it in...

You can claim it in money or automobiles

or with a herd of sheep or 40 acres you farm...

(volume lowers)

(crowd cheers)

You can take away my family.

You can spread my family so far...

My commander screened for most sounds.

I used to be so laid-back,

but now I have to take every measure of security.

You know what I mean?

Not really. Why is that?

Well, there's been betrayals from several directions,

and I'm trying now to determine

whether or not if you knew anything about it.

The only thing I know about is a noise complaint.

Well, we have information

about tomorrow's Housing Coalition meeting.

The S.O.I.L. will receive

no apartment allotment

in the Clark Redevelopment.

Thought that came out last month.

(sighs) Oh, it's... it's impossible.

-This conspiracy... -MAN: ...Stories of our people

that have their names taken away from them.

-...leaves me with nothing, man. I mean... -Whoa, whoa!

-What conspiracy? -You know. (chuckles)

You were out there.

No, I don't know.

You, you carry a gun.

I'm a cop.

I know you are.

-And I know why you're here. -Calvin.

I have to have your weapon, Henry.

Well, I won't give it to you, Calvin.

Guards! I need my guards in here.

This is not smart.

I don't have any choices.

I want this man disarmed. I'm asking for his weapon.

Fire on him only if he refuses me.

Please don't force me!

I'm trying, Henry. I'm trying to keep my balance.

MAN (on recording): ...Can't take away my name...

And if I say my name, you better be careful...

-(man speaking indistinctly) -In case anybody's counting calories,

the sauce is made with whipped cottage cheese

instead of sour cream.

That looks fabulous, but I'm afraid

it's a little too late to undo the pastrami sandwiches, huh?

The staple diet of the public defender.

I thought we'd switch to a Montrachet,

a little more body, but still the unmistakable laughter

-of a peasant girl in the bouquet. -(man laughs)

Now that I've met the Furillos, I have a suggestion for Frank.

-What's that? -Get that gorgeous wife of yours

out of the public defender's office.

I just got back into it.

WOMAN: I mean, don't you miss her?

Get her home for dinner.

She usually is home for dinner. I'm the one who's usually late.

Really? That's an interesting tidbit.

Honey, our duty hours overlap.

I sometimes work late when Joyce doesn't work.

My understanding is that the whole damned office

works till damn near midnight every single night.

At least that's what Jim tells me.

What about it? You gonna back him up?

Actually, I'm a D.A., Mrs. McNeil.

No question we all work some pretty long hours, though.

Well, I have a confession to make.

Want to hear my confession, big Jim?

Honey, please, huh?

Your pals can stick up for you as much as they like.

I already know about her.

I even know what she does for you.

None of you know that!

I hired a dick.

Jim's got a little hooker, feeds him dog food.

(pager beeps)

-Sorry. Uh... -Phone's in the living room.

The guy took pictures with a telephoto lens.

Jim's down on all fours, the tramp's feeding him kibble,

and this twisto is lapping it up.

Rosie, shut your mouth!

ROSIE: (laughs) He's kicking me under the table!

Go ahead, smack me in front of the cop.

-I dare ya. Lay it on, big Jim! -All right, that's it.

I'm gonna dump you. I'm gonna dump you so hard!

You're in the street, you cow!

My attorney's gonna pinch your head off. (laughs)

You think so, huh?!

I got $20,000 stashed away.

You're not gonna find a nickel. Not a penny!

Sorry, folks, police business.

Is my car blocking yours?

Will someone who's leaving walk Jim?

COFFEY: Okay, you got it.

Sandusky bets Renko? That's why you're broke, Otto.

Hey, don't listen to him.

Gretchen! Sweetheart, over here.

Oh, you look wonderful.

Mm. Good to see you.

Gee, this looks like a lot more fun than Carmine's and a movie.

I'm bank for an extremely important challenge race here,

and I can't leave my post.

Come on, have some supper. And don't be so smart with me.

Mrs. S., my tab. Bobby, you know Gretchen?

Hey, fellas, there's a commotion on the lot.

It's 9:11 Mrs. Scalisi, I'm enjoying this wonderful meat loaf.

I'm only saying that

on account of they're near yours and Joe's cars.

REPORTER: We interrupt our regular programming

to bring you this special news bulletin.

We have a situation developing in the city's Hill District.

Let's go now to Bob on the scene with a report.

(metal hitting the floor)

Okay now! You're out now! Okay?

I'll call Mr. Fitz in the morning, and you're finished in this building!

Chief Mr. Super gonna call the landlord!

Yeah, well, how do you like this?

(all shouting)

Just cool it, all right, fellas? Cool it!

Jerk put my dog in a washing machine.

Dog went on my floor. He needs to be cleaned up!

Okay, okay. Did he start the washing machine?

No. No way.

Oh, no, but you left the animal in there, didn't you?!

(all shouting)

Shut up now!

Hey! We're inside. We're eating.

We're trying to have a nice, peaceful meal.

Now you, you stay away from the dog.

And you, you clean up the garbage.

And nobody touch the cars.

-The man with a reputation... -Go on.

Ah, shut up with your loudmouth bragging.

Let me tell everyone looking...

You're gonna be bragging out of the other side of your mouth

when you get in the ring with Johnny Hurricane.

It ain't gonna happen!

A bunch of damn nonsense.

REPORTER: We interrupt this program for a special news bulletin.

Situation developing in the city's Hill District.

(horn honking)

(tires screech)

I'll walk.

Congratulations on the gridlock.

Chief.

All right, how did they get Goldblume?

There was a noise complaint.

Henry went over to ask them to turn down the speakers.

Captain. We finally got records access.

Matthias has a long history of depressive illness.

He stopped the lithium maintenance program eight months ago.

MATTHIAS: I demand acknowledgment.

I want to know I've been heard.

-Just a minute, Calvin. -What's he talking about?

MATTHIAS: Do you have so much contempt for a man

who came here by professional choice?

-He wants face-to-face negotiation. -Excuse us now.

Pretty cute, huh?

The man's losing clout, so he choreographs a confrontation.

-I don't think this was choreographed. -We're not giving an inch, Frank.

Brother Calvin is not gonna rehabilitate his reputation

-through blackmail. -I don't disagree with that.

I also don't want to issue ultimatums here.

I want to get Henry out.

MATTHIAS: You're assassinating him.

-Calvin-- -Go ahead and meet with the lunatic

if you think it's appropriate.

MATTHIAS: Do I get the sit-down, Captain? Yes or no?

Yes. Yes.

Thank you.

(humming)

(siren wails in distance)

(sniffs)

-(man vomits) -Bobby, come on out, man.

You got people out here for you.

-You okay, son? -(toilet flushes)

(sighs)

Hey, there! Bobby Angel.

Yes, sir. Andrew J. Renko, sir.

Andy, is this the little wife?

-No, sir. -Dora Jean Saperstein, Mr. Angel.

Well, if you two ain't married,

-give me a big, old kiss, Dora Jean. -(sighs, chuckles)

(country music playing)

Ah!

Well, let's sit down here and get homey.

So you won the chance to set a spell with me, huh?

So what kind of contest was it?

Facts about your life, Bobby.

Facts about my life?!

Ha ha ha ha! You hear that, Bear?

Well, I bet you don't know why

that this hombre sitting here in front of you

is known as "big Bobby" by every gal he ever knew!

Well, I don't know, but I sure am willing to learn.

Wow-ee! Come and tie my yippy to a tree!

Ha ha ha ha ha! Sit down, Andy!

Give her a drink of that.

Excuse me while I put in my damn contacts.

-Yes, sir. -And, Bear, get me a setup, will you?

(choking)

Pat her on the back. Don't let her die on us.

Well, what do you do, Andrew?

Uh, well, sir--

Oh, forget about the sir. The name is Bobby.

Go on, use it.

-Bobby-- -Bobby.

Well, uh, I tell you... of course I have a job,

but the number-one thing and love in my life,

besides my wife and child, is country music--

country music played from the soul.

And I think your music personifies all that is best

in the American character.

Oh, my God.

(inhaling)

Go on, Andrew. I ain't missing a word.

No, I-I just came to watch.

Why? You had a swig. You ain't temperate.

It's just something I can't see, sir.

Well, I respect your wishes, Andrew.

We got to respect the church folks there, Norma Jean.

Well, it's safe. You can turn around now.

(inhaling)

Oh, my God.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Fooled you!

You know, you shouldn't ought have done that, Bobby.

Well, why is that?

I have taken a solemn vow that I cannot break.

(laughs)

Wow! Why is he getting weird on us?

Don't go away mad, Hoss!

(country music plays)

Uh, excuse me.

(sighs)

Andrew J. Renko, Hill Street Precinct.

We got a narcotics possession in there.

Not the man?

Yeah, afraid so.

You're gonna have to make the collar.

That breaks my heart.

Breaks mine, too.

See these surveillance photos, Chief?

Interesting combination of armament and animal husbandry

on that building's roof.

You know, Howard,

if this meeting between the captain and Matthias isn't productive,

I would be very interested in hearing your suggestions.

I'd be delighted to oblige.

They've got Henry trussed up like a Christmas pig.

Are you all right, Henry?

Dynamite outfit, huh, Frank?

We got Henry all duked up.

Same decor inside.

Wanna tell the captain we have dynamite inside?

We have dynamite inside, Captain.

-Okay, Henry? Message delivered. -What do you want?

Listen, I had no intention of taking this man.

This man appeared out of a series of events

that now have taken control of me.

I believe that. I think this just happened.

And I don't want to see it get out of hand, Calvin.

Are you trying to tell me that I have enemies?

That people want to see me undone?

Let Lieutenant Goldblume go.

Let's back away from this.

What are you offering? Immunity?

The terms have to be my terms.

They have to be my terms because I am now a man without choice.

Try to listen. What would get the lieutenant released?

I have promises, obligations.

What are they?

I need several millions of dollars,

and transportation to Nicaragua.

Asking for that kind of money and a plane

turns this into something different, Calvin.

-Are you threatening me? -I'm not threatening you.

These are my demands.

Since I rid myself of a chemical conspiracy,

I've been having trouble getting sleep.

I don't know what time you call it,

but I see the sunrise behind that building

every morning.

I guarantee this episode will end before that happens.

Now go on.

Get me... action.

We'll work it out, Henry.

I know.

-(indistinct chattering) -LARUE: I don't care.

-Hey, Tony, see if they got it on 8, okay? -Yeah.

Hey, Tomasso.

Hey, that 211 can get active again real easy.

All right, now I want your butt in a water department truck

down at Portland and 91st at 6:15,

and I want Niagara Falls out of that hydrant, pal!

Yeah, yeah, it's a practical joke on a friend.

Very wise decision, Tomasso. Adiós, amigo.

Hey, Tony, would you see if it's on 8?

(groans)

You banking that race?

Yeah.

I drove once with Renko. Give me $20 on Larue.

All right, you're down.

Hey, Tony, try 6.

I just had it on 6!

Try it again.

-Is a cop in trouble? -Yeah.

Come on, guys, I got a bad back.

Why don't you buy one of those remote-control things, Anthony?

Oh, sure, then all I got is fistfights.

Everybody wants control.

All right, guys, we all set on 6?

Yeah, yeah.

That's it! I drink at Kohl's.

TONY: Whoa, sorry, Mr. Derossi.

I was waiting for my program.

So drink at Kohl's. We got a cop hostage.

They want to know he's okay.

Big shot! Two beers a night.

You think they'd at least say the guy's name.

It's Lieutenant Goldblume.

I just talked to the precinct.

What else did they tell you?

That's it. Captain's negotiating.

-Do they want backups? -They want anyone to come in?

Mnh-mnh. I gave them where we are.

Tony, see what's on 12.

I suggest that we mount a diversion,

followed by excising the lieutenant

through one of these windows here.

And by my lights, they have blundered by sequestering him in the corner room.

Eight TAC groups? Stun bombs?

I asked the lieutenant to presume engagement

once Goldblume's retrieved.

Chief.

It's a city street. That building's a bomb.

Oh, for God's sake, Frank. Look around you.

-Where's Ozzie Cleveland? -Vacation.

Where are Matthias' former friends

-from the Housing Coalition? -Chief.

Frank, the man in there is an embarrassment.

There isn't a black leader in this city wouldn't be privately delighted

to see the S.O.I.L. house turned into a parking lot.

I'm not sure Matthias is the one

looking to rehabilitate his reputation around here.

All right, Frank, I'm an insensitive opportunist.

I don't flinch when I see an opportunity to do my job

and at the same time rid the community of a menace.

This isn't going to turn into a referendum on Calvin Matthias' politics,

unless you want to take over command.

Oh, please, not the badge.

Modify your plans.

If we have to go in, minimum engagement

once Lieutenant Goldblume is retrieved.

Minimum engagement, Captain.

All right, then illuminate me, Frank.

What's our plan? Wait for divine intervention?

Maybe he'll change his mind.

My God. I was close.

Oh, there's lots of routine, tons of paperwork,

but it's not without its thrills and spills.

It's an okay job. I like it.

What?

Well, you should see yourself in the glow of that kiln.

What are you saying? The darker it gets, the better I look?

No, in fact, you look quite beautiful.

That's a little hard to believe.

Maybe you think I'm flirting.

Are you?

No, no, it was a comment, not a come-on.

I'm sorry if I made you nervous.

-I didn't mean to. -You didn't make me nervous.

It's just that I'm not used to hearing that.

Well, should be about time. Let's take a look.

-God. -Ooh, it looks good.

-Yeah, it's shiny. -Yeah, hence the name "glaze."

-Ah. -Nice color.

My daughter made it.

My wife's been teaching her to work in enamel.

How old?

My daughter's nine. I also have a ten-year-old boy.

He wanted to be a painter for about six weeks,

but now it's all computers.

Do you have children?

No, I'm not married.

Oh.

I want to thank you, but I don't know how to do it.

Did you enjoy yourself?

-Yeah. -Oh, then that's thanks enough.

Unless you want to come to my class on Wednesday night.

Well, maybe, maybe I will.

Well... I better go get some boxes for these things.

Yeah.

(sighs)

(indistinct talk on radio)

When did it happen?

I want someone to go to his stakeout.

I don't want him told over the phone.

Let me know.

MATTHIAS: Captain Furillo?

Fully reconfigured, Frank. Ready when you are.

MATTHIAS: Where is our money?

It isn't easy raising $2 million, Calvin.

I expected some resistance with the plane.

You have some resistance there, too.

Can't you just see those cops, running around,

talking to those bankers, trying to get $2 million?

"Excuse me, sir, we'd like to have $2 million." "What for?"

"We'd like to buy Calvin a farm."

"Oh, really? How would you like to have the money? $50s, $100s, $20s?"

(Matthias laughing)

Man, have I heard some jive in my time.

Calvin, you mean they ain't gonna give us no money?

We're gonna get that money, Jason.

I was just trying to catch them in a lie, trying to trap them.

There's a reason for everything I do.

Don't let me see doubt in your eye.

Don't let me banish you from the circle of trust.

Go out and check the others. Make a circuit of the guards!

You don't think they're gonna give into your demands, Calvin.

You're forcing yourself down a dead end.

No, you're wrong.

My mind's racing only ahead.

There's no way I can stop the process.

I'm... I'm motivated with a new energy.

(panting)

You know what's happening?

You're trying to decide whether or not you want to die.

Isn't that right, Calvin?

You know you're not gonna get that money, you're not gonna fly anyplace.

You just want to figure out whether you want the whole thing to end.

Let me tell you something, Calvin.

I mean, I got a selfish interest.

I don't want to blow up.

But I know how hard you worked for this house.

You're still my Renter's Association. I know this guy.

We had this guy Matthias on our side, they'd never turn this building co-op.

This guy knows the housing code.

You weren't available.

You were working to see that the runaways

and the bust outs from the halfway programs

and all the street people had a place to live.

Yes, I-I-I have worked in my time

so that they'd have a home.

Don't quit working, Calvin. Don't give up.

(voice breaking) And I've ex--

I've experienced despair.

I tried to chemically free myself.

I may have an imbalance.

Don't quit working, Calvin. Don't stop now.

I've had tremendous expectations

and, and dependence.

I-I-I've allowed myself cruelties!

Don't quit working.

(sobbing)

No!

No!

We're gonna die here!

(indistinct talk on radio)

I sight every time

he moves in front of the east window, sir.

Roger, dog unit. Standby.

MATTHIAS: All right, Captain Furillo, where do we stand?

-Time is running out. -We'll have a decision soon, Calvin.

You'll have a decision soon on that money, huh?

They don't intend to pay this man's reparations.

What they intend to do is to assault this house.

You made them reveal themselves, Calvin.

You brought the peace down.

No, we had a plan for a time like this.

-That's right, Calvin. -That's right!

Those of you

who have assignments on that plan, stay here.

You others, go to your rooms.

Know that more than our blood's gonna spill.

He's talking about blowing the place up, Frank.

Ready your support units, Howard.

(man on radio, indistinct)

All units, prepare to go to condition red.

I hope to hell you didn't wait too long on this, Captain.

(indistinct talk on radio)

Take him on the next sighting.

I'm offering S.O.I.L. 12 units in the Clark Redevelopment.

(laughs) Oh, that's just great.

This man's offering what the Housing Coalition couldn't give,

what the Urban Congress kicked us out for demanding.

I'm committing to it. Listen to me, Calvin!

We're reopening negotiations.

Now you just get one answer.

Hold your fire, Howard.

Hold your fire, dog unit. Hold fire.

What's the question, Calvin?

Your man here said that S.O.I.L.

could have housing units in the Clark Redevelopment.

-True or lying? -Housing units?

-Um... let's talk. -True or false?

Um... let me get the housing people down here.

See? Now they break your hearts.

-You said 12 units. -That's possible.

I mean, it's a basis for discussion.

It's not some left-field request for seven figures and a plane.

Frank, the man has dynamite in there,

and he's planning to use it.

MATTHIAS: I gave you one answer, and you returned it with a lie.

Now we're going from 12 to 100.

Do you hear me? We demand 100 units!

Frank, will you reinstate the order?

This is jive.

Get all the people on the roof! Jason, now!

Get them on the roof now!

Reinstate the order, Howard.

Dog unit, take your target at opportunity.

Where's the sunrise, man?

Calvin, listen.

Calvin!

(gunshot)

(dramatic music playing)

Let's get on the roof! Explosives on the roof!

-MAN: Go, go, go! -MAN 2: Secure the roof! Move it! Move it!

(growls)

-(grunting) -(groaning)

-You're under arrest! -I ain't done nothing, man.

-No? What is this? What is this, huh? -I ain't been inside!

What is this? This looks like a burglar's tool.

Detective Belker?

You interfered with my bust.

They sent us to get you, Detective.

You've got some personal business.

(siren wails)

All right, Henry.

Any the worse for your stay in that loony bin?

I'm all right. Thanks for getting me out of there.

No problem, Lieutenant.

The guy... had ideas, Howard.

The man was an ambulatory psychopath.

We let it get away from us. We should have gotten him out of there.

(sighs)

That's why there's chocolate and vanilla.

Eh, Valentine?

Let's see if we can try and talk to the released officer.

-Lieutenant? -Nothing. No comment. Sorry.

Well, I guess there was...

Well, say something, Lieutenant.

Yeah, come on. Tell it like it was.

-Man's got a way with words. -Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, Joe, McKenzie for a sawbuck on Renko.

Will you chalk it up for me, Bobby?

Yeah.

So what's with this negativity, Gretchen?

Joe, do I have to paint a picture?

I haven't even seen you in three weeks.

We were supposed to meet at the show.

Then you changed it to Carmine's.

-Then, forget Carmine's. -That happens to be a buddy of mine

who was being held.

You blew off the show when I called last week.

Yeah, but this explains Carmine's.

Hey... do you want to go home?

Do you want to get friendly?

(woman screams)

MAN: Suarez stabbed me. Can you believe that?

That chicken-brain Suarez went and stabbed...

-(gasps) Oh! -Mr. Robinson, can you walk?

In my car, babe.

-I got plastic seat covers. -Okay, now easy does it, Mr. Robinson.

The man had a knife sticking out of him.

Yeah, well, a lot of times, nothing vital.

He could be okay like that.

You mean he's gonna have to live that way?

Never mind. Come on.

(sighs) I hate police work!

You see this?

You know the weisswurst don't agree.

And yet you'll sit and you'll beg for the weisswurst,

and then two hours later, you're impossible to be with.

Go now! Go, stinkpot.

Sleep in the other bedroom.

(groans)

Blackie.

Control yourself now.

(melodramatic music playing)

(whispering) Bye-bye, sweetheart.

Pop will take care of you now.

Captain.

I'm sorry, Mick.

And they got a buddy system,

and she didn't answer Mrs. Vascinski's call.

Doctor said that her heart just gave out.

How old was your mom?

(voice breaking) 84 years old.

She wasn't a young woman, and my father was gone.

Her pals...

She had to get paired up with this Mrs. Vascinski

at the citizens' center.

They didn't even know each other.

But the doctor said that... she didn't suffer.

(crying)

I'm gonna miss her so much!

(gasps)

Hi.

Hey, honey. Baby okay?

Oh, she's fine. I just couldn't sleep.

You know, I started looking at the paper.

-I think I'm gonna get a job. -Job?

Just something to bring in a little more money.

You work all day, and then you work nights, too.

It's too much.

I tried to cut expenses, but I just can't--

Working nights comes with my job.

Andy, it hurts me that you couldn't go to that concert tonight.

I know how you wanted to.

(sighs)

Daryl Ann...

What?

I went to the concert.

I saw Bobby Angel.

-I thought we couldn't afford it. -I know, but I got this pass here,

where I got to see Bobby Angel.

And I figured if I did work extra hours...

You hate me now, Daryl?

Don't lie to me, Andy.

It will ruin things.

Sorry, girl.

You want to know what else happened down there?

Later.

Me and J.D. are gonna race to work this morning.

He said Portland was faster, and I said Clifford.

Clifford's faster to Hill Street, Andy?

Clifford to Hill Street, yeah.

What, I got a naysayer in my own bed?

(chuckles)

You're the driver.

(laughs)

(sighs)

Henry all right?

He'll be all right.

Rose McNeil called.

Wants to know if we're free for dinner Saturday.

Good morning, good morning.

Good morning. (groans)

Gentlemen, start your engines.

-(engines turn over) -(crowd cheers)

(engines rev)

(tires squeaking)

Talk about your Olympics. Talk about your Super Bowls.

This is gonna be one knockdown drag-out,

nip-and-tuck, all-out contest between two great competitors.

I understand they aren't permitted over the speed limit.

-WASHINGTON: Uh, Andy? -What?

Looks like you're going over 30, like 40.

It's the angle you're looking at, man.

40, babe.

Don't you think your partner's romancing the rules

a little bit over there on Portland?

What the devil's this?

Looks pretty deep, Andy.

Well, hang on, brother. I'm going through.

(tires screech)

No!

(engine sputters)

Oh, sweet mother in heaven, I can't believe this.

I can't believe this has happened.

Andy, look here.

Oh, my. Neal, look at that.

Water Department truck's just sitting there doing nothing.

-Uh-huh. -Come on, pal. Just sit there.

You don't want to ruin your coffee break, now do you?

Huh? Hey! Hey!

Heck of a time to get a busted speedometer, J.D.

Happened a couple of days ago.

Yeah, well, my expert opinion as a police officer,

your present MPH is 47.

Yeah, well, in my expert opinion, you're way off.

(siren wails)

-I guess they're way off too. -Give me a break.

We're cops! Hill Street!

Us too. The Heights. Pull over!

Ha ha ha ha!

-(indistinct chattering) -Good morning.

-Good morning. -WOMAN: Morning, Sarge.

Hey, Sarge.

I have been the victim of skullduggery!

Tell them, Neal.

Hey, J.D.'s not here yet.

-You got a winner. -(all cheering)

-You got a winner right here! -No sale, Renko!

I saw you getting out of the cab.

(booing)

HUNTER: Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Mr. Renko arrived in a hired vehicle.

Oh, yeah.

Mr. Larue's car was driven by Mr. Hill.

-WOMAN: What? -The referee declares no contest.

(all moaning)

Andy, get in there, get changed, will you?

What happened, babe?

It's not bad enough.

That Heights cop gives me a speeding ticket.

He says Hill's got to drive

because my driver's license is a little expired.

Night guy says he needs Belker's signature on this arrest report, Sarge.

Belker's gonna be taking a personal day today.

Okay, let's get started. Let's listen up.

Item one.

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