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Okay, I'm leaving.

Could we push dinner an hour?

-Commission work?
-Mmm.

No, files.

We issued a duces tecum
to Inspector McCarthy.

He must have brought
his life story with him.

(sighs) Frank, you've gotta
let yourself up a little.

We're in too far to have nothing.

I'll be thinking unceasingly of you

as I hold the lamb chops.

What time?

7:30.

You lie. 8:00?

8:00.

Item six: khaki officers.

Now, I had to let
another one go yesterday.

-(all murmuring)
-I know! I know!

I know, she was a knockout.
Yeah, but she couldn't file.

She couldn't intake.

-You sure about that, Sarge?
-(all laughing)

Well, this is the fourth khaki
officer in ten days,

ever since Schnitz and Deroy eloped.

I don't know
whether I'm getting fussy in my old age

or whether personnel's going bing-bong.

Anyway, today is a fresh start
with a new face.

Let's help her along,
hope everything works out for the best.

Item seven: assignments.

Detective Belker is undercover
at 145th Street bus terminal.

He's handling baggage.

He's checking drug transactions,

which I now understand are about as covert

as the Istanbul grand bazaar.

Also, Detectives Washington and Larue

continue their investigation
on the death of detective Garibaldi.

Maybe day ten is gonna
be lucky, fellas, huh?

Now, the last item:
the last item is delicate.

It's very personal.

Now, I happen to find
on the squad room floor

yesterday PM, a list.

It's a collection of
12 women's names and initials.

People, venereal disease
is nothing to sneeze at.

-(laughter)
-If this is females

with which that person
has had contact with,

I can only encourage
the party who lost this list

to come forward and reclaim
same, no questions asked.

Hey, Sarge, is the name
"D. D." on that list?

-(laughter)
-No, listen.

It's not funny! It's not funny!

If it was you, J.D., or anybody else,

it is your duty to notify
the other persons on the list

so they can get their penicillin shots.

Now, I'm gonna post the list upstairs
in an envelope on the watch board.

I want the proper party to pick it up,

and I don't want anybody
schoolboying around.

(laughter)

Okay, that's it. Let's have a safe shift.

Let's go do our jobs and do them good.

(indistinct conversations)

Uh... Joseph?

I got an itch, Sarge.
You ever have an itch before?

Not there, Joe.

(indistinct bus announcements)

I think that's my bag.

-May I see your ticket?
-The brown one.

-Yeah.
-MAN: How long...

-(announcements continue)
-WOMAN: I don't think I want any bag.

MAN: Lady, please.

There's a guy coming through
with a chicken jacket,

a maroon knit cap,

about 5'11", might be a player.

Copy.

You watch him.

Mine, uh, big duffel.

Got a bus ticket?

I lost it. It's that one there.

Stay with chicken jacket.
I think we got something here.

ANNOUNCER:
Last call for passengers boarding for...

(indistinct chatter)

ANNOUNCER:
Passengers boarding for Lake Forest...

Mind your own business, Jack.

(man speaking indistinctly)

-Hey, wait up!
-Springfield bus.

My mama's. She's already on.

Gimme a hand with this, huh?

ANNOUNCER: Last call for bus 18
departing for Springfield.

Passengers for Springfield,
last call for bus 18.

(Belker groans)

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)

(indistinct chatter)

Stan.

-Commission, about an hour and a half.
-Right, Captain.

-Good morning. Morning, Sergeant.
-Mrs. Furillo.

-Magenta 11 requests.
-Ah.

Also, Mr. Garibaldi understood
that there may be some things

left in Harry's locker to be picked up.
He's leaving town tonight.

I think they're still in evidence impound.

Can't we have the impound lifted?
It's been ten days.

-I'll see what I can do.
-Good. Thank you.

Well, I'm off to deliver
my magenta 11 to four other precincts.

I can't help thinking
this worked out better before.

(scoffs) You're right. It did.

My cousin.

-Is that so?
-The list isn't what you think, Stan.

I mean, it's a list, but it's not--

I don't have any infections.

Or your cousin.

Yeah, neither of us.

It was just people I've known.

So there's no public-health component.

-No public-health component.
-Well, that's all.

Sergeant Jablowski?

-Jablonski.
-Maureen Dolan.

Mr. Pierson in personnel
told me to report to you.

Oh, well, why don't you step
over here, Maureen?

Do you have any experience
in this kind of work?

Well, I did the weekend course, of course.

Of course.

And I've done uniform counter work,

and my last job was in
the car-rental industry.

-Oh.
-Sergeant Jablonski?

Yeah, just a sec.

I'm transfer Rodriguez.

Yeah. Just a second, transfer Rodriguez.

Car rental. Is that so?

-Lieutenant Buntz!
-Yeah.

Can you direct me toward
detectives Larue and Washington?

-They're out.
-Oh. Listen.

I got something real urgent.
Maybe me and you could talk?

Yeah, come on.

There's this individual,
Lou Russ, very bad,

like something you'd see in a cage
playing with a rubber tire.

He approaches me
this morning on the street

about unloading some army weapons.

Picked you right out of the blue, right?

Hey, we're talking about some
serious hardware, Lieutenant.

Automatic weapons, machine guns,

stuff you don't want on the street.

I got some interest?

So far, you're accessory
to a federal crime.

My thinking exactly.

I mean,
I'm alone with this guy in a basement.

He's showing me all kinds of firepower.

I'm thinking to myself,
"Sid, what kind of move is this

for a person in a parole situation?

I mean, I'm gonna be middleman
for gun deals

sweating out $40 bucks on either end?

Come on back on course, Sidney."

This isn't gonna be, like,
an uplifting story, is it?

Uh-uh, he's kneeling down in front of me

clawing open a carton of grenades.

I'm standing behind him.
Bing. I come to my senses.

With a crowbar.

Bash! On the back of the head.

I was scared he wasn't gonna go down.

What a relief.

Are you a psychopath?

No! I went through a phase like that,
but this was for real.

The guy's still there.

I handcuffed him to a steam pipe.

Where's this steam pipe located?

The warehouse district.

This guy better be there.

Hey, I promise you,
unless he chewed off his hand.

-Let's go find out.
-Thank you. Hey.

Can I call you "Norm"?

Guys, nobody Andy Sedita did business with

is gonna buy paper on a cop,
not in this climate.

Maybe they didn't know he was a cop.

Sedita told me he was asking on a cop.

He's not gonna tell Margley?
He's not gonna tell Russy?

We got our standards, too.

I like to know the applicant's occupation.

-You bored with us, Santangelo?
-All right, you got a job to do.

There's some things you learn
in this business, fellas.

You could take an oath,
you jump up and down, you break furniture.

Some paper doesn't make it.
Some notes you gotta write off.

We're not writing off Garibaldi.

Well, I hope something turns up.

Come on.

(train whistle blowing)

You ever done this before?

I know the procedure.

That's not what I asked you.

No.

(sighs)

All right, come on.

I want you to stay behind
my peripheral vision.

That's right about here.

Everything back of that is your problem.

(grunting and clanking)

(laughs)

Looky here, Rodriguez, huh?

Now, this is what you call
tough but not too bright.

(laughs) Now, uh, we're gonna unlock you,

and we're gonna cuff you behind your back,
you got it, tough guy?

I want you to hold your breath.

If you breathe, you get
another nipple... all right?

Yeah.

Ready? And...

(inhales)

Hold it.

(handcuffs locking)

He's cuffed, Lieutenant.

Okay, big breath now.

(exhales deeply)

(laughs) Oh, you like that, huh?

I had scampi last night.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Transportation Officer Nizer, Sergeant.

Nizer? This is Sergeant Jablonski.

Belker hasn't called in yet.

Well, if he told you
to tail him, tail him.

Maybe his handy talkie's on the fritz.

Maybe he doesn't have anything to report.

Yeah, I notified all units. Right.

Some communications foul-up with Belker.

Maybe he's shopping.

(man and woman speaking indistinctly
in the background)

ANNOUNCER: Last call for bus 18
departing for Springfield.

Passengers for Springfield,
this is last call for bus 18.

Okay, that's it! Springfield's there!

(Belker groans)

Mr. Pak, Trenton, what's good?

Good apples today.

Listen to a man who knows fruit, man.
Take the cherries, okay?

Everything okay, Mr. Pak?

He try very hard.

You allowing him to make change yet?

Not yet. Soon.

-Trenton, let's go with the cherries, man!
-All right, found the cherries.

Kept my thumb off the scale
being he's a cop.

What are you saying? Never thumb on scale.

Look, it was a joke, man.

You know joke, Mr. Pak?

Want some?

$1.50.

Mmm! Mmm!

Those are the best.

I'm worried, man.

Jody Buffum and them been coming
around here,

wants me to tighten him up
or he's gonna trash the place,

says the neighborhood
don't need no zipperheads.

Jody's a punk, Trenton.
You got a job to do here, man.

$3.50 change, count.

-Five new dollar.
-Five new dollar.

He got me talking like him now.

-(laughs)
-3...4...5.

Thanks, Mr. Pak.

Thank you, sir.

Keep me up on what's going down.

Look, I gotta handle this myself.

If you can't, you call me. Simple.

We should prepare
for an initial arraignment

on possession of stolen
property, Mr. Russ.

However, considering the weapons
were of military origin,

there may be a second
arraignment on federal charges.

Yeah, we won't bother with all that.

I'm afraid I don't follow.

I got something to give, lady.

These are serious charges.

You'd have to be offering
something substantial

or there's no point
in even approaching the district attorney.

What if I just marched into

that big commission they got going

and I give them the dude
who offed Chief Keenan?

You think that would interest them?

Yes, they'd be interested.

Of course, then I'd have to get me
some immunity.

Am I right?

The other side's interested
in trading up, Mr. Russ.

As long as they feel
that what you're giving them

is worth more than what
they're charging you with,

they may deal.

No immunity...

no Keenan.

I'll talk to them.

I'll start on these numbers, Frank.

Captain, I've got a client
you'll want to speak to.

-About?
-Commission matters. Joe Keenan's killer.

-Interrogation?
-Lineup.

He wants immunity, Frank.
Know that going in.

Henry, something
on the Keenan investigation.

Get Irwin for me, would you please?

When Keenan was killed,
you found the murder weapon,

a chrome-finish .357 magnum,

-Smith and Wesson.
-That's the way it was described

-in the newspapers.
-Papers give the serial number?

No.

Well, you get your files out,
'cause I'm gonna give them to you.

That weapon wasn't registered.
How is it you have the serial number?

I sold that gun.

I keep the serial numbers right here.

The series is 6N.

The number is 43751.

That's correct.

The first snort was free.

That's as far as I go without immunity,

but you better believe

I can tell you who I sold that gun to.

Terms, gentlemen?

For testimony to the
commission naming names

and at any subsequent trial,

we can grant immunity from
prosecution on all charges

pertaining to the military weapons.

-I can live with that.
-That's big of you, but I can't.

Look, I'm not gonna be talking weapons.

I'm gonna be talking about Keenan.

You could get up there
and say you killed Keenan,

and there's no way we're
granting immunity on that.

I didn't kill Keenan.

(whispers)
That's what I needed to hear, Frank.

Let's give him immunity on anything else.

Suppose we proceed with the understanding

that if you pulled the trigger on Keenan,
there is no immunity.

As for the other crimes,
we can give you testimonial immunity

when responding to our direct inquiry.

What's that?

Testimonial immunity means
that any statement you give us

or anywhere that statement leads us

cannot be used against you,
but the police could still prove

the crime against you independently.

So then, that's not total
and complete immunity.

It's as total and complete
as we've ever gone.

May we go total and complete immunity

on all matters commission related?

Mm-hmm.

Hey... I'm worth it.

Let's go.

Let's get Mr. Russ signed,

see if we can get him
downtown for our 1:00.

ANNOUNCER: Bus 54 has just arrived from...

If you are meeting passengers
incoming from these cities,

they are disembarking at gate
3B immediately.

Somebody! Let me out!

There's a person in there!

S-Somebody... uh, call the porter.

Someone inside?

Yes!

Who are you?

What possible difference does that make?

Will you please open the duffel bag?

Why don't you help him?

Okay, uh, I'm gonna let you out.

(shouting) When?

Watch your head.

Where is this?

Springfield.

What were you doing in there?

(growls)

I will tell you now
a story of persecution,

a story of a great family
driven into hiding

under the tyranny of godless communism.

Many in the family were discovered.

Accused falsely as symbols of
decadence, they were destroyed.

Their young were sometimes eaten
as delicacies at state banquets.

But those of great spirit prevailed.

With us today, survivor of the great clan,

smuggled into Hong Kong
less than a decade ago,

my friends, Empress Ping Mae.

(applause)

Franchise owners are moving among you now

with the empress's offspring.

As we continue,

touch and savor the tactile
pleasure of Shar-Pei,

the natural velour of the single coat,

unique to this rare breed.

This dog, raised to virile perfection,

could bring each of you
an income of... Mr. Shannon?

What was your income last month
from stud and franchise fees?

$4,200, sir.

(applause)

And as you expand your territory,
you increase your profits incrementally.

Excuse me, Mr. Burhan,

so you're saying that
the investor owns a share

in all of his stud's offspring?

Exactly so, in your franchise zone.

Ah. (chuckles)

Well, I'm favorably impressed.

However much love, comfort the home,

Shar-Pei adds more love,
more comfort, more companionship

in occasional moments of loneliness.

(chuckles) Sweet.

Pick him up, sir. Don't be shy.

(chuckles)

Whoa!

I'm all right. I'm all right.

You little brigand, you. (laughs)

Will you examine this weapon, Mr. Russ?

Let the record show Mr. Russ
is examining exhibit 53.

Do you recognize the weapon?

Yes, I know this gun.

When did you last see it?

The day that Joe Keenan was shot,

I sold that gun to an individual
named Charlie Weeks.

Would you be referring
to a former police officer,

Charles Weeks,
formerly with the special narcotics?

Yeah, he used to be a cop.
Then he got himself into a lot of trouble.

How was it that Charles Weeks came to you
for the purchase of that weapon?

He knew me. He knew I had guns.

We were in Harrisonville together.

Cops go to jail, too.

May we get this straight
for the records, please?

On May 19th of last year,

Charles Weeks purchased
the weapon marked exhibit 53

from you, is that correct?

Yeah, he gave me $400 for it.

I gave him his shells for nothing.

Did he tell you why he wanted the weapon?

He said he was having
trouble with somebody big

and he needed a clean piece.

Were you aware that
Charles Weeks had worked

for Deputy Chief Joe Keenan
as a so-called dirty-tactics guy

in the "Daniels for Mayor" campaign?

Yeah, well, Charlie,
Charlie had kind of a mouth.

He was always bragging about how
if Daniels got elected,

it was gonna make Charlie a big shot.

When did you last see Charles Weeks?

It was on Tuesday, the 11th of this month,

10:00 in the morning.

Why are you so certain of that date?

That was the day I killed Harry Garibaldi.

You asked him a direct question,
yes or no?

-He didn't answer directly.
-I don't even agree with that.

You asked him how he was certain
about the date he last saw Weeks.

-He happened to kill somebody that day?
-If I ask him the time of day

and he answers, "I killed Garibaldi,"
there's no immunity.

Even on that one, I'm not sure.

Not sure? Irwin?

He couldn't just lug it in
out of nowhere, Joyce.

And you know damn well he didn't, Irwin.

People, I'd advise you to read
the deal you signed.

And I advise you, Counselor,

there is no way I let Russ
walk on Garibaldi's murder.

That's up to you.

Just don't use that testimony
in any shape or form.

You could take it to appellate division,
try and get an in-camera ruling.

Can we win?

Frank, what do you want to do about Weeks?

Bust him. Go, find him.

Let's try and live with
what we got, Frank.

We just got Joe Keenan's killer.

That's what this whole
commission was empanelled for.

I won't give up Garibaldi, Irwin.

I think we gave him up.

Russ doesn't walk. That doesn't happen.

I don't need these arrest warrants.

Mr. Weeks ain't here.

We still want to search the apartment.

Suit yourself.

302's right here.

-All right, thanks. Take off.
-What's your door technique, Norm?

-You a kicker or a croucher?
-I look like a croucher to you?

Them Europeans nearly ruined
the game of football.

I told you, Mr. Weeks ain't here.

I've been taking his mail.

You're right. Go on, take off.

Take it easy!

Why? What do you mean?

They gotta rent this place again!

So? The next guy will redecorate, huh?

(laughs)

Ho! Whoa! Look at all these bedbugs, huh?

Old weeks had a lot of mouths to feed.

Oh, looky here.

Here's the little woman, huh?

(laughs)

(whistling)

I need a hand here.

Yeah, sure thing.

What do we got? Oh, a strongbox, huh?

Maybe this is pay dirt, Lieutenant.

I can't budge it. I'll heat up some water.

Get back.

Ta-da!

(laughs)

Norm... N.G.

You know, you and me,
we got a different approach, Lieutenant.

I try to enjoy the work.

I want you to enjoy the work.
I want you and me to get along.

I don't want to be killed by a ricochet!

Point taken.

Attaboy.

Your questions have to be inductive.

English, Irwin.

You can't convey direct
information about Russ

or his connection with Garibaldi's death.

You can only put questions to them

about their own investigation.

Tip me if I'm going wrong.

Give me your theory
of Garibaldi's killing.

Nothing new on it, Captain.

I'm not asking if there's anything new.

Tell me your theory of the case.

Well, we think it was
gambling related, Captain.

We think Garibaldi owed a bookie,
most likely Andy Sedita.

And whoever he owed sold
the debt to a shylock.

Captain, we been to every
shylock Sedita ever used.

Is there anything
in the circumstances of the case

that argue looking to money sources

Sedita didn't typically use?

You want us to do that?

What do you think you should do?

What's going on?

Answer me, J.D.

Do you think we ought to go
to small-scale usurers now?

We could try extortionists, Captain,

6-for-5 guys at construction sites.

Once you get a printout on the eligibles,

I'd be interested to know
how you think we should proceed.

We'll let you know our thinking, Captain.

-What's the 20 questions?
-You're wasting time, J.D.

Hey, come on, John. Let's go, babe.

Was that legal, Irwin?

Yes or no?

Maybe. At least,
I could make the argument.

Go ahead.

Stan, evidence collected
at Charles Weeks' apartment.

We're gonna itemize and catalog.

-Interrogation "B."
-Hey, listen.

I'll see you in 30 seconds.

Hey, tell me, can I leave?

I suppose you could request
judicial relief

for lack of probable cause.

I may ask you for that.

Why don't you just stay clean, Mr. Russ?

A man's gotta eat.

Ah!

You'd better hide, Judas.

Hey, don't you address me
in a threatening way.

And you don't understand
what happened anyways.

Are we done? Am I out?

Out? What is he talking about "out"?

I'm out of here, Sid. I'm skating.

Hey, this man is under arrest.
Detective Buntz, he's out?

Louis Russ is out? Are you guys crazy?

Yeah, I understand he cut
some kind of deal

with the Furillo commission.

You be good, Sid.

I come down to get my $200.

I might as well use it for a body bag.

Hey, come on.
Let's have your buddies okay your payout.

Come on, Lieutenant, don't squeeze me now!

I'm gonna have to blow town!

What's Furillo's shot, Neal?

Whatever it is, he doesn't
want us to know about it.

Let's not fight the man, love.

You're getting a ton of names.

If we could make the inquiry
more specific...

Hey, if I could make it
more specific, I would.

Tell me your arrangement with this guy.

50 bucks when he's right.

50?

Not 200?

Oh this is great. You guys.

You put a python back on the street.

A little mouse is scrambling
around waiting to be lunch

and you won't give him
his last piece of cheese?

What's he talking about?

He gave me something,
said you guys pay him a deuce.

Louis Russ I gave him,

very good friend to the Loch Ness Monster.

I popped the guy
for moving some hot pieces.

Then he went in front
of the captain's commission.

-He must have cut some kind of deal.
-Tell him the name.

Russ, two S's. Louis.

Punch it up,
see if it fits the profile we gave you.

I think I just heard a penny drop, Neal.

Louis Russ: racketeering,
assault, usurious commerce.

Give Sid his $50.

Thanks for the help.

Oh, my pleasure!

I need total facial surgery
and relocation from the state!

This should just about do it.

J.D.?

Shot in the dark, Captain. Louis Russ.

That the name you want us to come up with?

-Frank...
-Listen to me, J.D.

Have you ever heard of a case in which
the accused has been given bad Miranda?

-It's been known to happen.
-How did you go forward in that situation?

It's gotta make independently.

You can't use the confession
or any of its proceeds--

Are you telling me
that Russ got bad Miranda

-for killing Garibaldi--
-J.D.

Don't say a word.

Uh... (chuckles) I guess so.
In for a penny, in for a pound.

Got something both
of you oughta listen to.

Go ahead. I'll be right there.

Renko, look at all this--

You the guy on notify officer
on incidents at a Korean grocery store?

Yeah, what happened?

Robbery, shots fired, man down.

-You put a notify officer on Pak's store?
-Let's go, Renko.

Is this with Trenton Moore?
Why don't you adopt him?

I hate this gunky ink.

Miss Dolan, you mind if I ask you

a completely candid question?

Don't get naughty, Sarge.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Go ahead.

How did you get this job?

Well, I told you, from Mr. Pierson.

I know, I know, from personnel,

and I also know
that you're civil service qualified.

-Uh-uh.
-Uh-uh?

What uh-uh? You gotta be qualified.

It's a civil-service job.

Well, then, I must be.

Didn't you take
a civil-service examination?

See, I met Mr. Pierson at the airport,
and I was just so lucky

because I had just lost my rental car job,

and I was just walking around the corner,
and Fred and his cousin,

they were just coming back
from Atlantic City.

Yeah, Fred being Mr. Pierson?

Uh-huh, and I just got so lucky

because he gave me his card,
and he said he thought there was something

-he could do with me.
-I'll bet.

Well, I mean, but...

if there's an exam to take,
I'd be happy to take it.

Excuse me.

I'll watch the counter.

KEENAN: Let's be honest
with each other, Charlie.

-WEEKS: Sure.
-KEENAN: I'm serious.

Where are we?

Weeks and Keenan the day
Keenan was killed.

KEENAN: I just got a call.

A couple of heights detectives
got caught stealing suits.

-They're ratting each other out.
-MEEKS: Can that go anyplace?

KEENAN: This is my point.

We're the two people
that can hurt each other,

and we can keep each other protected.

MEEKS: Makes sense.
-KEENAN: Look…

I don't figure you love me.
I got $5,000 for you.

-MEEKS: (laughs) I'm very fond of you.
-KEENAN: You're fond of me,

-but you don't love me.
-MEEKS: Sure, when you save your pennies.

You saved that on a cop's salary?

KEENAN: This is my point, Charlie.
I want to give you that every year.

-I want to be around to give it to you.
-MEEKS: Same time next year, huh?

-KEENAN: Let's make it an annual thing.
-MEEKS: That's great.

KEENAN: I don't what to kill you, Weeks.
I want to live to enjoy my money,

-and I don't wanna burn in hell, okay?
-MEEKS: What's the matter?

KEENAN: I don't wanna think
about killing anyone,

and I don't want to be looking over
my shoulder. You understand me?

MEEKS: Calm down. We're okay.

-KEENAN: Are we okay?
-MEEKS: We're okay. We're all right.

-KEENAN: Are we all right?
-MEEKS: We're all right.

Nobody's gonna kill anyone.

Weeks was scared.
He killed Keenan because he was scared.

There's nothing to incriminate Daniels.

Is that relief I hear, Frank?

There's still three big envelopes
to go through.

-Different agenda this time, Tony.
-NEAL: We want you to look at some names.

You're kidding.
You'd get a hernia carrying this.

Few minutes of your time.
Just shop around in there.

We're looking for street shys.
Somebody who's looking

-maybe to step up?
-The problem your cop had,

nobody on the street's gonna
lend that kind of money.

We could start with the A's.
Let's start with the R's.

Fellas, there's like a 1,000 names here.

Hey, J.D., how about that fire
at Deshay's last year?

They ever find the torch?

Ha ha ha. I was at the shore.

All right, slow up
if you want me to look, huh?

Sorry, my man.

Roberts, no. Rothman.

There's a kid who had a racket
falling down in malls.

There's a guy fits: leg breaker.

He was always looking to get into finance.

Louis Russ?

Black fella. No offense, Detective.

You don't get too many your
color high-echelon shylocks.

No initiative, huh?

Who knows with that stuff.

Let's try this guy Russ.

Thanks for your time.

Forget it.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech, siren stops)

-Police!
-What happened?

-David, they shot him!
-How is he?

-He protect my mother.
-Who shot you, Trenton?

His friend shot him!

-Jody shoot you? He do you, Trenton?
-Let me get him to the hospital!

You want to go to the hospital
with us, Mr. Pak?

He protect my mother.

I don't even trust him to make change!
(continues, indistinct)

Mr. Pak! Come on, Mr. Pak!

Trenton would be happy to see anybody!

Very grateful. Ashamed now.

(siren wailing)

(tires squealing)

Scuse.

Sorry.

You coming from Springfield?

You live there?

No.

You live in the city?

You want my pickle?

Go ahead. You're hungry.
I can always feel it

-when somebody's hungry.
-No, thank you.

My niece had a birthday party.

Want to see her picture?

She's cute.

How old?

Nine months. Ain't she a doll?

Oh, sorry.

Let me try the pickle.

Yeah, well, you tell Mr. Pierson
to call me as soon as he gets back.

Now don't forget. Right away, huh? Okay.

Sergeant?

Yeah, Mrs. Furillo. Mr. Garibaldi?

I wanted to get my son's things.

Yeah, they've just been released.

It's downstairs.

There's a notebook,
a couple of other documents

that the detectives want to hang on to.

Mrs. Furillo said they think

maybe Harry knew the person
that killed him.

They think maybe that he was in trouble.

I just know
what they're holding for evidence, sir.

That's what I hear.

That's the rumors.

I don't believe it.

Everything here has been cleared.

Writ took me all of ten minutes, Captain.
Your bust doesn't work.

-What bust?
-Louis Russ.

This orders his release.

This tells your detectives
not to follow him.

This isn't Gulag, gentlemen.

You don't make a deal at noon
and break it at 2:00!

What's going on, Captain?
We brought this guy in for questioning.

A tip by an informant.

Are these freestyle or compulsories?

So how about it? Can I go?

Unless the Constitution's
been totally abrogated here.

Check the writ, Stan.
If it's in order, let him go.

Captain! Captain!

-Captain, that slime killed Garibaldi!
-It's a court order, J.D.

So we won't exactly follow him.
We'll stay 101 yards away from him.

That wouldn't be following
the spirit of the order.

I don't believe this.
You just turned the law inside out

-to get us to pick the guy up!
-I won't go against a direct court order--

There's still legal moves to play.
Maybe we can send a file to division--

-Legal moves? Legal freaking moves?
-Cut it out, J.D.!

Mr. Burhan! Yes, Howard Hunter here.

Yes, I would...

I'm ready to take that
yin in my yang, Mr. Burhan.

I'm ready to take delivery of my Shar-Pei.

8:00 would be excellent.

Well, I suppose I could pay cash,

although I would want
some sort of a record.

-(gunshots)
-(women screaming)

OFFICER: Let's go! Move! Move it!
OFFICER 2: Move! Move!

The guy's dead, Captain.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm really, really sorry!

It's all right. It's not your fault!
It's not your fault!

I could have frisked him, too. Listen.

(gasps)

ANNOUNCER: The express
from Springfield has just arrived

at gate number 7.

The express from Springfield
has just arrived...

Nizer.

Belker, where you been?

-I've been on a tail.
-Did you call in?

-The guys at your precinct were worried.
-Forget that.

What happened to chicken jacket?

You were right. The guy's warm.

He works with another guy.

Where's the other guy?

Deals out of a cab.
They're moving goods both ways.

They stash in the lockers. Do we pop them?

You take chicken jacket. This one's mine.

(suspenseful music playing)

(upbeat music playing)

-Come on!
-(groans)

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

You...

are busted!

There he is.

Yo. Yo.

You did a good thing, Trenton.

Yeah, sure.

I'll probably lose my damn job.

-Pak will think I'm too much trouble.
-No, no.

He's real grateful
for what you did, Trenton.

I guess I'll go ahead and bring
those charges against Jody.

Glad you came, Mr. Pak.

How you feeling, Trenton?

Uh, he's worried that you might fire him.

-No.
-Tell him.

I don't know what that is,
but you can't have it in a hospital.

Is for patient.

Not for any of my patients, it isn't.

Um... Mr. Pak, why don't
you give this to the police?

For police?

Fine.

I... sit with you, Trenton?

Sure.

(sighs)

It is said that the extreme
elasticity of your skin

enables you to invert yourself
in the jaws of an assailant

and deliver a vicious counter-bite.

Did you know that? Hmm?

(chuckles)

Oh, yes, I must say,

you are almost zen-like
in the purity of your unattractiveness.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I hurt your feelings?

I'm sorry. You are my favorite puppy.

Yes.

The soft little wrinkles.

Mm-hmm.

We-- we are going to have
such a good time together.

And when you grow up, yes,

you are going to have a harem
of beautiful Shar-Pei bitches.

Yes, you are.

No gender ambiguity here, huh, big fella?

(puppy snorts)

That's okay.

It wasn't exactly how I wanted
to make the case.

Only thing I'm sorry about
is the old man goes away.

You start that vigilante stuff,
you and me both are out of jobs, lover.

-J.D.
-Hey, how you doing, Lieutenant?

Hey, Lieutenant, you've been
working with Buntz.

He handle himself?

He's okay.

A little unorthodox.

I don't like him. There, I told the truth.

You know, it ain't like being married.

You don't have to love the guy.

Hmm. Good night.

Hey, Lieutenant...

You okay?

You think that list was kind of short?

Which?

Oh, that V.D. list from this morning.

It was a sweethearts list!

My cousin's.

You think 12 names is pretty short?

Well, your cousin,
he hasn't had his last at-bats yet,

has he, Lieutenant?

Not yet.

Hey, Lieutenant. What's happening?

Hey, come on and pull up a stool.

Thanks. Good night.

Night, Lieutenant.

Night, J.D.

You know what these are, Irwin?

These aren't anything Weeks did.
These are xeroxes of Keenan's records.

Keenan's records?

Day by day is what it looks like.

Names, collections, payments.

-(sighs)
-We got it, Irwin.

Weeks. I love this guy.

He stole, he believes in records.

A prosecutor's dream.

What's new in Pandora's box?

Pretty interesting.

Weeks must have xeroxed Keenan's files

to have something extra on him.

Here's an interesting page.

Frank, there's six names
just on this page.

You look like Cheshire cats.

In memoriam to Louis Russ,
who gave you all this

and had the good grace
to get himself killed.

(telephone rings)

Hello?

When?

No, take him directly to Michigan Avenue.

Maximum security, 24 hours, right.

Thanks.

Division just picked up Charlie Weeks.

May I say something?

I think tomorrow, we're gonna be
pretty big heroes in this town.

How about when you're hot, you're hot?

(theme music playing)