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(door bangs)

Still positive, Mick?

Morning, mom.

(indistinct chattering)

(sighs)

He's still alive, but I'm not optimistic.

Was he ever conscious?

If you're asking who to look for,
I'd say a butcher.

This man was gutted.

Excuse me.

They're out in left field down there.

Sent me in the opposite direction.

So, what do we got?

No good.

(sighs) And they begrudge a cop
a living wage.

Subject to a totally unmotivated attack,

a man lies fighting for his life.

That is your sense, isn't it, Frank?
I mean, it was an unmotivated attack.

Garibaldi wasn't in trouble, was he?

Frank Furillo. I'm Harry's captain.

Anthony Garibaldi.

-Chief Daniels.
-How do you do?

-He's alive?
-Still alive, still in there fighting.

Because they said that
he was extremely critical.

He's a fighter, you know.

I mean, he's still fighting.

This is the time to trust your department!

The people assigned are the ones
that are gonna catch the S.O.B.

who did this to Garibaldi.

Meanwhile, we all got
our own responsibilities and our jobs.

Item one.

A.P.B. remains current for Lee Cleveland.

5'9", 26, black, no distinguishings.

Except he's the mayor's son.

Nothing from the pews today.

He's considered armed and dangerous.

Item two.

A Matt Geaseland's coming through
the Jefferson Corridor this A.M.

He's the guy that's running
across the state for cancer research.

Uh, he's lost a leg to the disease,

which don't make his running any easier,

but from what I hear, he makes out okay.

Check the board upstairs
for crowd control.

-Be of assistance when we can.
-(whispering)

Item three.

Operation Bolita.

State lottery board
is getting its semiannual transfusion

of publicity on our backs today.

Lieutenant Goldblume and Buntz leave

with assigned personnel
right after roll call.

They're gonna coordinate
with Mr. Loring Oler from the state board.

Item four.

Now, let's not forget
while we're worrying about our own

that an individual from the Hack Bureau
went down yesterday, too.

His name is F-R-O-B-E-L.

He had a lousy sense of humor.

Contributions for his kids' tuition

are gonna be accepted
at the Hack Bureau downtown.

Division's gonna be
handling the investigation.

Now, I'm gonna be posting
notices every half hour

or in case Garibaldi's condition changes.

Mobile units,
dispatch is gonna have updates, too.

I mean it, people.

We don't want anybody taking personal time

cowboying around
or going on one-person crusades.

Let's also remember that
the work is dangerous.

That's it. Let's roll. Let's do our jobs.

(indistinct conversations)

Hey!

(conversations fade)

Let's be careful out there.

I got days coming.

I got personal time, Neal.

Division gave us extra detectives.
Thanks, guys.

Henry? Listen.

We're rousting bookies.

Give us a chance
with the guys you pop, okay?

You got it.

Let me explain something here.

You guys are playing the horses.
I'm gonna be buying the race.

Here we go!

Three minutes.

Yeah, but all fresh bills, Arthur.
All fresh bills. (laughs)

Oh, look. Hey, you tell me

another country where you got a shot
as good as you got here.

You can't tell me, right? You know why?

Because this country
is the greatest country

on the planet Earth.

Especially if you hit a $9 number, right?

Listen, Smokey,
you want to learn something?

Did Thomas Jefferson hit his number?

-What?
-No.

Was Abraham Lincoln playing single action
with his Gettysburg Address? No.

So because I hit my number

does not change
if I am correct in my point or not.

Cops.

-Get out of here!
-Where, cops?

-They're gonna bust the smoke shop.
-You can't bust a smoke shop!

Out of the way, fellas.

I got a numbers slip in there!
I didn't get paid yet!

Sid! You're on probation, man!

Get the hell out of there!

-MAN: Move!
-Ah, you...

Hey, where you going, Ace?

I'm not flushing evidence.

I happen to got a bladder infection.

Yeah? Well, you can
go down at the station. Look out.

Grab him, please, will you?

Hey! What is going on here!

-What kind of fascist crap is this?
-You employed here?

No, but I do have
a little bit of business.

Arthur, you know I hit that number!

They're taking all my work.

There's a $9 number in there.

That's a $3,600 score!

If you played the legal lottery,
you wouldn't have these kind of problems.

Oh, yeah? I hope you get dysentery.

I hope you trip
and fall on an onrushing truck.

You don't want to get popped,
I suggest you leave.

Oh, if I don't want to get popped?

I want to eat my arm!

You know, they show it to you,
they let you smell it cooking,

but they never let you taste it!

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)

Hey, look, I'm a nickel operator, fellas.

I don't give no one credit
to get in trouble.

No less, I'm gonna go and whack a cop?

Okay, Freddie, we'll be looking
to hear from you, okay?

-Total cooperation.
-Mm-hmm.

-We've got nothing.
-Here.

Andy Sedita.

What's this, victimless crime day?

What the hell's going on?

Some questions for you, Andy. Come on.

Trenton.

Hey, applied for that job at the Korean's.

-You get it?
-Yeah, looks like I did.

So, um, look,
I was remembering what you said,

-about fronting me for the calculator.
-Mm-hmm.

I, um, priced them at three places,

and it looks like Bernbaum's got the best.

So what's the damage?

$8.95.

Oh, no big deal.

-Here we go.
-I don't got any change.

Just owe me ten bucks.

First paycheck.

I appreciate this.

Alright.

You take care of business now.

Give me a for instance.

When could that evidence be released?

You're getting to be
a real pain in the groin.

I'm sorry you missed your hit.

Come on, I just got out of the joint.

We could be talking about
maybe my last $9 here.

Bust this guy.

Okay! All right!

-Hello.
-Hello.

Detectives Larue or Washington around?

They're busy right now.

-Captain. How's Garibaldi?
-Stan. No change.

Mayor's waiting for you.

Duty guy says he's been
in and out all night.

Anything new on his son?

Ozzie has him guilty
back to the Brinks job.

No khakis today.

Hill Street.

How's your man?

Bad.

-What is it?
-Look at the night sheet.

Three crimes in a 4-block area
and no arrests.

It's a high-crime area, Ozzie.
That neighborhood has three robberies

-half the nights of the week.
-He's doing those crimes.

I want a saturation patrol.

That'd be inappropriate.
Have you been home?

What isn't appropriate
is you answering professional inquiries

with intrusions into my personal life.

You know, maybe if you hadn't bee
so liberal with advice to Leona,

she wouldn't have bailed him out.

I'm sorry.

I...

I think of him doing these things,

hurting people,

destroying himself.

(sighs) Maybe I should go home.

I'll keep you informed.

Mayor.

A.D.A. Bernstein.

I want the makeup of the panel.

Keep me apprised on that.

Kids are easy.

My two stay indoors till they're 40.

After that, they're on their own.

I know you've got other things
on your mind besides the commission.

I'd like to have you serve as counsel.

I want to.
The department needs this, Frank.

-But?
-(sighs) Hmm.

(sighs) Leigh was in my office
when you called yesterday.

She hit the roof.

You're probably never home as it is.

Any kind of estimate as to time frame?

I could tell you ten days for the hearings

and then two weeks to write the reports.

No way to know.

It depends on what we turn up.

I want to do it.

I also want a marriage to come home to.

I'm seeing Leigh for lunch.

-Can you give me the morning?
-Sure.

How are you gonna juggle the time?

I take the fifth.

I didn't know that Korean was hiring.

I went by The Kubiak
last night and saw a sign up.

Ain't that nice?

It's wonderful to see
how people can change.

Now the only question is

can that Trenton Moore boy use an abacus?

That's real funny, Renko.
I'm getting him a calculator, alright?

-Ain't you sweet?
-Yeah.

-Excuse me.
-Belker?

Belker.

Hi, sis.

Luana, Luan--

Luana, you are not going
to contest the will.

That isn't grounds.

You can't get a will thrown out
on grounds of spite.

I don't agree. I don't think she was
punishing you for moving to Hawaii.

I think ma just wanted to give
Aunt Tessie the broach.

That was it.

Please, stop it. You don't mean that.

Luana, if that came true,
you know how bad you would feel?

I don't think Aunt Tessie
drives anymore anyway.

Sis, I gotta go.

Everything okay with you?

A Samoan? Really.

Let me know if it gets serious.

Robin's fine.

Actually...

Actually, she's fine.
I'll talk to you soon.

You too. Bye.

(sighs)

I didn't know Garibaldi very well.

Oh, don't yield him
to the past tense yet, Ballantine.

We never know when hope will be rewarded.

My word. Maura.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

What are you doing here?

There's somebody I couldn't
get out of my mind.

Listen, Howard,
could you take me to the bus stop?

Otherwise, I'm gonna be late for work.

I suppose I could take ten minutes.

Could you make it 15?

What do you need five extra minutes for?

So we can park in an alley.

(chuckles)

Uh, 15 minutes, Ballantine!

Personal time!

You wanton.

Filthy, rutting swine.

(laughs) Jeez.

There's something funny about that woman.

-The lieutenant's dating that?
-Yeah.

He met her last night at The Kubiak.

I think she's very attractive.
Her name is Maura.

Maura, huh?

Well, when we used to pop her up
at the heights for solicitation,

her name was Maurice.

Ho ho!

Look, our khakis aren't gonna
be back until tomorrow.

Now, I definitely said
that we needed that temp for two days.

I'm not gonna argue with you.

Just get somebody up here, will you?

Hold on. It's Leo.

Oh, uh, I'll call you back.
Maybe it's okay.

Leo, you dashing young swain,

any shot of you coming in a day early?

What?

Oh, I see.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, that's a big surprise.

Hell, it's a huge surprise.

Well, all the best to you.

-What?
-(talks indistinctly)

-They eloped.
-Who eloped?

Leo and Natalie.

-(exhales)
-They're gonna move to New Zealand.

They want to raise a family
in a nuclear-free zone.

Excuse me.

I'm gonna keep my ear
to the ground, Detective,

though in my opinion,
when a man gets cut in alley,

I look for some junkie.

I figure some yob looking to fix.

Appreciate it.

Come on.

-Are we getting anywhere?
-Nowhere.

Mr. Garibaldi? I'm Patsy Mayo.

I was your son's partner
up until a few months ago.

I'm his father.

-Is there any change?
-No, no change.

(sighs) They asked if they could
have his organs if he passed on.

You hate to give up hope.

Then don't.

-Mind if I sit?
-Please.

(hospital announcements)

The manager said they cleaned
the van out totally.

They took the stereo,
the suitcase with the contributions.

Uh, folks, folks, please,
just step back behind the van, everyone.

Press, photographers--
back behind the van, everyone!

All right. Thank you very much.

He says they stole about 5,000 or 6,000.

Where's Jerry?
Anybody look in the closet? Anyb--

Who's Jerry?

Are you this guy here, Matt Geaseland?

Yeah, but did anybody
check in the hotel...

Don't worry. I'll handle this.

-Don't be breaking into a sweat now.
-Who are you?

I'm McDonoghue.
Jerry McDonoghue. I'm his manager.

Anyway, can you believe these people, huh?

Guy runs his heart out 200 miles
on one leg and one big heart,

-and they take everything he stood for.
-You got a time of loss estimate, Mr...

McDonoghue. Jerry McDonoghue.
I'm his personal manager.

You know what I was doing?
I was loading the last load

-in the alley here,
-Come out, whammo.

The window's smashed, see?
Speakers ripped out.

Suitcase with our contributions gone.

Figure they maybe don't even
know what they got.

-You know what I mean?
-Hey, listen here.

I gotta get going
or I'm not gonna make my eight miles.

Don't worry, Matt.
I'll get this taken care of.

Are you gonna bring the van?

-Me and Murph. Yeah.
-Hey, come on, guys.

If we don't make the Jefferson Overpass
by noon, we can forget it.

So go! Go on, go.

Okay, I'll see you later, okay?
I'll see you at 139th Street.

-You got it.
-Okay.

Mr. McDonoghue, we're gonna need you
for about an hour or so.

What? For crying out loud. How come? Why?

Let's get over here.
Let me tell you something.

See, if you're right and these guys
don't know what they've got,

maybe we can see somebody
with a suitcase walking around here.

-You think?
-Yeah, I think so, and also,

there's a lot of paperwork
to take care of, right?

Yeah, the main event figures.

Step right in here.
We'll take a little ride, won't we?

(indistinct talking over police radio)

200 miles on one leg for nothing.

Unbelievable.

We'll have a statement
at the hotel Swain tonight.

Our next stop. Is the robbery gonna mean

-the cancellation of his run?
-Nothing's gonna make Matt quit.

The question's whether logistically
we'll be able to meet expenses.

Give him the support he needs.
The man just had six months chemotherapy.

There's also $8,000 contributions

are not gonna be made up
unless he gets some generous individuals

or conceivably a foundation
to come forward

-and give us support--
-Sign here and here.

-Thank you.
-Excuse me, men.

Are you associated with
the courageous runner?

Matt Geaseland, right.
I'm Jerry McDonoghue, his coach.

Fletcher Daniels. Chief of police.

Heard about the robbery in my car.

You men are gonna get
full S.I.D. backup on this one.

-Take Coach McGarnagle back to the--
-McDonoghue.

Back to the crime scene.
Do a full witness workup.

I'd like to get back with Matt
as soon as possible.

Listen to me, Coach McDonoghue,

on behalf of this city
and this department,

I pledge to you,

difficult though street crime
may be to solve,

-on this one, we're hanging tough.
-Uh-huh.

Notify S.I.D. where to meet you.

Okay, coach, let's get on it.

I don't know
what this is gonna accomplish.

After all, this is wasted energy
unless of course you get

some generous individuals
or conceivably a foundation

to come forward and give us the support
we need and deserve.

The robbery of this cripple
has frosted even my cool cookies, Frank.

I just made S.I.D.
available to your uniforms.

-Thanks for the help, Chief.
-Yeah. Coffee?

Also, just to keep you current,

I turned Ozzie Cleveland down
on an attempted end run.

Saturation patrols.

Yeah. Poor guy's off the deep end.

He wants your whole precinct
out after his son.

Also, I gather we're status quo
on Garibaldi?

Status quo.

So I just wanted to keep you up to date.

Chief, I haven't picked anybody
for the commission yet.

-How did it go with Gene Scapizzi?
-Rescheduled. Chief--

Frank, am I disqualified
from having opinions?

Am I allowed to hope you pick a good man?

Oh, Lord.

Go ahead and duck me, Chief Daniels.

Why should today be any different
than the last four weeks?

I wasn't ducking you at all, Fay.
I'm glad to see you.

-Frank, how's Harry doing?
-Lousy.

Well, gotta run.

Oh, Chief, have you seen
our budget proposal?

We're going over it, Fay. I told you that.

With what, tweezers?

The cost savings
I'm suggesting will allow us

to put the victims' aid
back in the precinct

for only 8% more than
the present allocation.

Excuse me.

Great. Speedy Gonzales.
I'm only asking for what's fair.

Actually, Fay,
you're asking for a good deal more.

What? A stinking 8%?

Fay, when a determination has been made,
you will hear from my office.

Please excuse me.

-Hi.
-How are you?

Okay. How are you?

I wasn't the one who was up all night.

-(sighs)
-Any word on Garibaldi?

Well, they said his heart was irregular.

Then it stabilized again.

Um...

Gene Scapizzi.

Seeing him for the commission.

Are you going to be able to do all this?

I'll have to pass on dinner, though.

I thought if you were
going to the hospital,

I'd like to go with you.

You sure?

Yeah.

Get some of that good cafeteria food.

(laughter)

-Frank.
-Gene. You know Joyce.

-Gene Scapizzi.
-Yes, of course. How are you?

Captain.

Captain.

Man, we're coming up empty.

Detective work, babe. Detective work.

In every 20 haystacks,
there's bound to be a needle.

Hey, J.D.! Neal!

-Hi, Sid.
-Hey, Sid, how you doing, man?

-I'm doing fine.
-Make your parole?

I made my parole easy as pie.

I've been having a little bad
luck since I've been out.

Takes a little time readjusting, Sid.

I understand you guys are
questioning some bookies

-about a cop that got hit.
-Yeah. Garibaldi.

Harry Garibaldi.

I know him. He's, uh, black hair...

Come here. Come here.

What do you got?

Listen, I'm gonna be absolutely
straight with you guys.

I had some paper that was confiscated

in that numbers pop this morning.

I was wondering
if there's any conceivable way

-that maybe I can get that back.
-Sid, you just admitted

to frequenting a gambling establishment.

Now, you know that's a violation
of your parole, man.

Come on, guys, this was a $3,600--

Garibaldi, huh?

What is this, roller derby?

Listen, it was a horse room
on Utica and Jefferson.

The guy used to come in all the time.
He had a line of credit.

A couple of guys said
that maybe he was a cop.

So?

So what's this worth to me?
Maybe, like, half a "C"?

What corner of Jefferson and Utica, huh?

Oh, South...

Come on! Come on!

I always get confused
with this. Southwest side.

All right, if there's anything in it,
you get 50 more, yeah?

-Okay.
-Come on, Neal.

I know you guys are just doing your jobs.

Your chief told you
to take me out here, right?

Yes, sir, he did.

Well, the point is,
just between us, you know,

Matt does not have a great prognosis.

-Is he aware of that?
-It depends on what you mean "aware."

This thing's got phases, you know?
How people accept it.

What I'm saying is, he's pretty
discouraged right now.

I'd like to get back there with him.

If you'll show us where
the van was parked.

We'll have some
S.I.D. detective types come down here,

and solve the whole shooting match.

The van was parked...
it was right here against this wall.

-Right here. Parked right here--
-Good for you! Good!

-You caught him!
-Caught who?

Who I seen breaking into
that van was parked here before.

-You mean this man?
-What the hell's he talking about?

I'm talking about you, mister,

and that van
with the crippled boy's picture on it.

The man's a lunatic.
What are you, drunk, huh?

I happen to be
Mr. Geaseland's personal manager.

More shame on you, then.
I come out here this morning.

I see this man here take a brick,
smash the window first.

Then he goes in with a key,

pulls out the stereo, and takes them!

Except some of the wires
he throws in the dumpster.

You got your cards shuffled, bro!

You gonna believe a damn street gimp?

The guy's on lithium five to one.

That's the items right there,
and I'll sign the complaint.

This is nuts!

I'm the guy's manager for crying out loud!

-Jerry? Coach.
-What?

You're busted, pal.

Let's go.

-Hey! That's it! Everybody back!
-I'm minding my own business,

and this kid robs me.
Black kid, about 5'10".

Pistol whips me,
and I'm driving around looking for him,

-couldn't find him--
-Where did he rob you?

Uh, Michigan. Michigan and Genesee.

-He'll probably try to score.
-Aah!

-Yeah, that's good.
-You alright?

-I'm okay.
-Come on. Back seat if you can walk.

Stand.

Let's go.

(upbeat music playing)

(woman on patrol speaker)

WOMAN: Genesee. Suspect is armed...

There he is right there.

BATES: Get down. Get down.

Hey, Lee! Police!

Put your stuff down.

You're busted, man.

Put your hands over your head.

Everything's gonna be okay.
Just take it nice and slow.

(gunshots)

(siren wailing)

-Who was point?
-I was point. Sergeant Bates was backup.

That's right where he belongs.

-Come on, fella.
-This animal robbed me.

-Come on.
-Put a gun to my head. I'm glad he's dead.

(indistinct chattering)

(kicking door)

What's our problem here?

Police. You're under arrest.

For what? You guys think the phones
were never invented?

Everyone knows you're hitting
all the horse rooms.

Don't cop no attitude, old dude.
We want to know the name of your boss.

-Who'd be in charge of giving credit?
-Credit for what?

-Well, looky here! Andy Sedita!
-What's going on?

-We have to talk some more, Andy.
-About what?

Maybe you forgot
to tell us a few things, Andy!

About what?

About a certain cop used
to play the horses in here.

Down at the station,
we'll tell you all about it.

Send us a bill.

So you kicked a wall down.
Did you check the lease?

Beause I got no connection
with that place.

You just sit back there
and trim your nails.

I drink coffee. It's a coffee room.

If you'd gone in the alley,
come to the door like a gentleman--

That's your horse room, Andy.

Well, looks like
I gotta bother my attorney.

Forget it. You're not gonna call him.

What? I explained it--

He did it, Neal. He killed Garibaldi.

This guy's crazy. I want my attorney.

-Hey, easy, J.D.!
-You're out of control.

-Take your jacket off.
-What?

-Take your jacket off.
-What?

Take your jacket off.
Take it off! Come on.

Hey, Neal, take a whiff. That's murder.

Garibaldi was betting with you.
How deep did he go?

I don't know who bets--

Did you croak him, Andy? Huh?

I want my attorney!

You did it!

Can you get me a soft drink?

I got low blood sugar,
and my ears are beginning to ring.

Please.

We gotta say something to him.

Mr. Mayor, I'm sorry.

He gave us no way out.

I'm sure that's so.

We identified ourselves.

He put his weapon right on my partner.

I'm sorry, sir.

Sir? Is there anything
you'd like to ask me about it?

Excuse me.

Frank!

Ray?

I was just at the hospital.
They don't think Garibaldi

-will live through the day.
-I know. I heard.

Oh, I just cleared out my desk.

Nervous about the command?

I feel so unprotected,

like I'm going out to sea
in a tiny boat alone.

I feel a little unprotected myself
knowing you're not gonna be here.

We're only a telephone call
away from each other.

Ray, I know you're gonna be very busy,
but you've heard about

the commission I'm heading
to investigate Keenan.

-The corruption, of course.
-If it's corruption.

Yes. If.

You'd be a great asset if you'd serve.

Really? You would choose me?

-I just did.
-Thank you, Frank.

Captain Calletano's on board.

Good.

Mr. Mayor.

I am deeply sorry.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Thanks for all you did, Frank.

Leona and I both appreciate it.

I'm sorry, Oz.

You can't believe how much you remember.

You guys don't understand something.

-What's that? Finish.
-Let me finish.

The run, the money raising,
we weren't gonna make it.

I don't know.
The money's been a trickle, see?

A few people donated services,
but then we got expenses.

We got meals, hotels. Every day, he runs.

Every day, we fall farther
behind the goal he set.

So you figured that you
would stage a robbery,

stir up a little sympathy,
and let the guilt money roll in.

Plus we'd still have the dough
that was supposed to be gone.

I just couldn't stand to see him fail.

Don't suppose you
talked this over with Matt.

Are you kidding? To demoralize him?

To implicate him in a fraud?

Oh, Lord, will you look at this?

Ever tell him you had six convictions,

you're barred from racetracks
up and down the east coast?

-Oh, for crying out loud.
-That is the lamest story

I have heard in a month,

and besides that, you filed a false report

-to my partner and me!
-Okay, I filed--

And you stole the money.

Mr. McDonoghue?

I'm Joyce Davenport, public defender.

May we?

-Yes.
-Yeah.

You gotta let me out of here.
You can't do this.

We can't?

You mean this isn't happening, Andy?

You can't hold me! I want to go!

Something worrying you?

Hey, Neal?

Why would this strunz
be so anxious to get out?

You got some skirt waiting, Andy?

Afraid maybe someone knows you're in here,

maybe someone thinks
you're gonna give him up?

Neal? J.D.?

I want to get out of here!
Talk to my attorney!

Stay.

-Is that Andy Sedita?
-Yup.

His lawyer at the front desk
wants to know if we're holding him.

Why was interrogation
signed to a John Doe?

That guy in there is wrong, Captain.
We want to sweat him.

We know that Harry
gambled with him, Captain.

An our informant thought that
he might have a line of credit.

-Do we have a charge? Kick him.
-No.

Look, Captain, up to now,
we got squat on this case.

We're gonna have to take some shots.

Put a tail on him if you want,
but get him out of here.

Mr. McDonoghue and I have conferred.

Is there any chance
if Mr. McDonoghue returned the money,

-if Matt Geaseland didn't press charges…
-Look, I'm not asking--

…could we then drop on the false filing?

I don't want to ask this for me.

I'm asking this because
I don't want to see Matt go in the bucket.

He's getting real sick,
and he doesn't have much longer.

We gotta report the crime
to the victim at least.

Just gimme that chance.
Just leave it up to him.

Let's go.

I'd appreciate in the future
you give me a jingle

before you violate my client's rights.

Adiós, Andy. Keep in touch.

I don't think Sedita did it,
I don't think he's got the stones,

but Garibaldi was playing that horse room.

Maybe he takes us to somebody.

I'll get a couple Division guys.

Look, before I tell you,

I'm just asking you to understand.

I really was doing it for us
so we could keep going.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-Tell him.

-Hey, listen. Are you warm enough?
-Now, coach!

Just tell me what?

I got a criminal record.

Your coach faked the robbery
this morning, Mr. Geaseland.

He took the money himself.

Is this a joke?

No joke.

Now, sir, you can fill out
a complaint right here.

We'll take this coach back
to Hill Street station,

and we'll book him.

Well, what if I don't make a complaint?

They'll let the false report go.
Then we can keep moving.

We can keep moving.

-For crying out loud, Jerry!
-Matt?

Do you know how much it hurts me
to have to run every day?

I know. I know.

Were you even gonna tell me

or were you just gonna keep the money?

Hey! Hey, that hurts.

No, I want to know.
Were you gonna keep the money?

I don't know. I'm so full of crap.

(sighs)

I mean,
but I think I was gonna give it back.

I think.

I mean, but we all kid ourselves
a little bit, right, Matt?

I mean,
we all fib to ourselves a little, right?

So we can keep going.

What are you trying to say?

I want to keep going with you.

Let me keep going with you, please?

Please.

I want you to.

(laughs) Great! Hey, he wants me to stay!
He wants me to keep going with him.

-Let me keep going with him.
-So get going.

Go ahead.

(chuckles) Come on. Come on.

You want to ride in the van, huh? Huh?

We'll be fighting rush hour
in a minute or two here.

No, I just want to run.
How many miles we gotta go?

We got four miles, then the hotel.

Listen, you run ahead.
I'll be right with you.

-I'm right behind you!
-WOMAN: Let's go!

So you haven't seen him too much.

No, not in the last few months.

We try to get together after work.

I haven't been in touch too much either.

I think, well, he was mad at me.

I got upset. He left law school, and…

it's his own life.

He should do what makes him happy.

He was always a very ambitious boy.

Mr. Garibaldi?

Dr. Kaplan, hospital administration.

Have you had a chance
to consider those forms?

I'm sorry. I've tried to decide.

-Are there questions you want to ask me?
-Would you rather not talk about this now?

You wouldn't do it till there's no chance.

No, there's a short time
after the brain isn't working anymore

when other organs are still salvageable.

If they will help someone.

That's a generous decision, sir.

Thank you, sir.

He was always helping somebody.

He was always a good boy.

He had the sweetest smile I've ever seen.

(chuckles) His smile could
light up a room.

That's why I want to kill
the bastard that did this to him.

(horns honking)

I still got the car.
What the hell's going on?

MAN (over radio): He's not in here!

-What?
-He's not in here.

We're in Sedita's apartment!
He's not in here!

We lost him.

Check the alley!

I'm checking the alley, but we lost him.

(tires squeal)

I don't like that new lieutenant much.

Buntz? He has a sort
of simian congeniality.

Well, he was making some
wisecracks about your friend.

What sort of wisecracks?

I'd rather not be specific, sir.

I see.

Lieutenant Buntz?

Yeah. How you doing?

I understand you were disparaging

my companion this morning.

-Now, don't get up in arms, Lieutenant.
-I'm not up in arms.

What is it that you said about Maura?

What, are we gonna duke it out here?

Unless you can explain yourself.

Look, Lieutenant, all I said was

this Maura looked
an awful lot like a Maurice

we used to pop for soliciting
when I was at heights.

You mean?

Hey, there's no crime
in being fooled, Lieutenant.

I mean, my guess, uh,

Maura never let you
check out her equipment.

Excuse me.

-Maybe it's his sister.
-Frank!

How was lunch with Leigh?

I was on the ropes early.
I rallied during dessert.

Leigh was saying if I'm gonna be counsel,

-she thinks I should get some recognition.
-I agree.

She said maybe there could be
a release about my being appointed.

I'll talk to Daniels' press people.
Thank you, Irwin.

If they're crooked, let's catch them.

This is Lieutenant Hunter, Hill Street,

and I--

Sorry, I was wondering

if you could punch up a name check for me.

(locker door closes)

Good, first name, Maurice.

Last name, try Sharpenteer.

(indistinct conversations)

No Sharpenteer?

Figures.

Um, what about Carpenter?

No Carpenter.

Well, I'm sorry.
Sharpenteer was all they gave me.

Well, I understand if I had prints,
but I don't have prints.

(sighs) Thank you, Detective.

I don't know what Buntz' game is, sir,

but Maura is a beautiful woman.

Thank you, Ballantine.

(siren wailing)

-How did they lose him?
-Happens, babe.

We should have tailed him.

We just spent three hours
in the same room with the guy, J.D.

I'm telling you what we should have done.

Knife, just like Garibaldi.

Whoever did it must have figured
Sedita was talking to us.

Sorry, guys.

We didn't want to get too close.

(sighs)

-Hi, Patsy.
-Captain. Ms. Davenport.

-Detective.
-My wife, Joyce Davenport.

How do you do?

Any progress in solving it, Captain?

We're following some leads.

It's probably very hard
with something like this

where it's just unprovoked
and out of the blue.

Doctor?

I'm sorry.

He's gone.

(dramatic music playing)

(gasping) Thank you for staying with me.

I'm sorry.

I'm so glad his mother didn't live.

(voice breaking)
She loved him so very much.

(crying)

Thanks.

(sighs)

That's 12.

Twelve what?

Twelve sighs.

I'm trying to plan our expenses,
you know, a budget.

Now we gotta figure in a replacement car.

I know.

I've started thinking about the changes.

But I'm still excited.

We gotta make sure we do everything right.

Can we make a promise to each other?

Hmm.

I mean, we are who we are,
but as much as we can,

can we try and share
what's going on inside?

I mean, what we're feeling.

Well, like, I'm a little afraid right now.

I am a little, too,
but I am still very happy.

I am, too.

(sighs)

(door unlocks, opens)

(gasps) Oh!

I frightened you.

Yeah. Of course.

Admittedly, entering as I did
is a wrong thing to do.

Behaviorally,
it's a throwback to a period of my life

when surprise,
deception was an element of survival.

You seem uneasy.

Well, I like to think that
I know you, Howard.

Yeah, but one can never be sure.

No, I suppose not.

(clears throat)

That's my problem.

I'm not sure of you.

What would you like to be sure about?

I've told you how I feel.
Do you think I've lied?

No, no, I don't think you've lied.

Then what's left? What else matters?

Well, we've only made one kind of love.

-And didn't I satisfy you?
-Yes, you did, but…

It's been suggested that, uh,

you might not be totally, uh...

genuine.

(sighs)

That I might not be female?

(chuckles softly)

You could examine me, Howard,

and you would find that
anatomically, I'm a woman.

But that wasn't always so.

I had an operation.

Before that, I…

I was a very unhappy person.

Oh, God.

You deceived me.

How?

By not revealing everything
that I am or ever was?

Have you revealed that, Howard?

Oh, Howard.

(chuckles)

Don't you want to hold me?

I can't. I...

I can't even touch you. I'm afraid.

(chuckles) You're afraid of me?

I'm afraid of what I might do.

Well, I guess you'd better go.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I'm going.

Howard?

If there ever comes a time
when you're not afraid,

come back?

(door closes)

It was just bad police work.

-Come on. Let yourself off.
-We didn't want to get too close.

-We gave him too much slack.
-It was a 3-man tail, Lieutenant.

Keep doing it.

MAN: Let me buy you a drink. Hey, Lou.

Lou, what you gotta do
around here to get a drink?

Hi.

Hi, Pats.

Could I have a beer, please?

You okay?

I can't stop thinking about him.

Don't try.

You know, when I first met Harry,

I thought, "Whoa.
Looks, brains, energy, charm."

The guy had the whole package.

Yeah, he came on
like a real wonder boy, didn't he?

I don't know what beat him, Luce.

-(glass shattering, banging)
-WOMAN: Hey!

(sobbing) I knew he was in trouble!

I knew he was scared and in trouble,

and I didn't do anything!

(sobbing) Ah!

Ahh!

-I'm not gonna get drunk!
-Come on. Come on.

I'm not drinking!

We're gonna get the guy, J.D.

We're gonna get him, baby. We'll get him.

We'll get him.

(breathing heavily)

Yeah. Yeah.

(breathing heavily) Oh!

-You all right?
-Oh.

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