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-Another omelet, Officer?
-Mmm, no, thanks, baby.

I got more than I can handle
already. I'm running late.

-Kenny, eat your breakfast.
-I want what Neal has!

I already asked you what you
wanted, and you said cereal.

-Now, eat it.
-Take it easy, honey.

I'm sorry, Neal.
I'm just worried about dinner.

You can make it tonight?

Mm, how many times do I have to say it?

I'm 80% sure I'll be here, baby.

WOMAN: You were 90% sure the last time
mother took two buses to get here,

and you didn't even show.
You didn't even call!

Baby, I'll do everything I can
to make it by 8:00, okay?

It's a busy time down at the precinct.
A lot of stuff going down.

-You always--
-Hey, hey, no, no.

-I got it. I got it. No sweat, baby.
-It's just that I can never plan anything!

I never know anything!

-NEAL: Hey, you know one thing, Lynette--
-It's okay, Mom. He'll be here.

-Won't you, Neal?
-Yeah. Sure.

I'll make it somehow. 7:00 sharp.

Don't you worry. Hey, I got to go.

And you, pay attention in school, okay?

-(groans)
-Okay.

All right, see y'all later.

-Officer...
-Yeah?

-Can I do something for you, miss?
-Maybe.

Oh.

Item seven.
This is a memo from our friends

at the Suicide Prevention Center.

Statistics are showing
nearly a 500% increase

in what looks like self-induced
fatalities among vagrants.

Now, to put this straightforward, people,

six men have been found
looking like all-beef patties

after having fallen from high places.

Mick Belker's going to do an undercover

to see if there's
any evidence of foul play.

-Item eight: ongoings.
-(laughter)

Halloran and Dickerson.

Newman rides with O'Malley.

Item nine.

The Arts Council
is unveiling a piece of artwork

over at the Anderson Savings Plaza.

Now, there's going to be
speeches, and the Arts Council

has requested minimal police presence.

Coffey, Sergeant Bates, you're art lovers.

-(laughter)
-You draw the plum.

Okay, item ten.

Item ten, people, F.Y.I.,

I just got word from Convoy
over at Midtown,

I.A.D. went after one of their uniforms

for accepting a 25-cent newspaper

from the blind guy
out in front of the courthouse.

-(groaning)
-MAN: Come on!

JABLONSKI: I don't care
if it's a green stamp

worth 1/10 of a mill.

Don't.

These ten days since
the Furillo Commission has wound up

have created a whole new
atmosphere downtown…

mean.

A word to the wise.

Okay, um, item ten, uh, it's a no,
11, last item.

Lieutenant Buntz
is going to be late today.

-He's having emergency oral surgery.
-(laughter)

His breath smells worse than
two razorback hogs

come mating season.

Smell like a big old pig.

There something you want to say, Andy?

What? No. Nothing.

-(laughter)
-Okay. Let's go!

They're getting away out there.

(indistinct chattering)

Come on. Move it, pal.

-(horn honks)
-Hey.

(grunts) I don't have any money!

Hey, come on! Hey, come on! Come on!

-Hey! Police!
-I told you! I don't have any money!

Hey!

You okay?

Move!

All right. Hide-and-seek's over, creep.

Come on out.

I give! I give!

(both grunting)

(panting)

(screams)

(both grunting)

-(grunts)
-(groans)

Come on, sucker! You want some more? Huh?

Beause I'm just getting started.

I don't believe this.

Ain't that too bad? Breaks my heart.

Hey, you're under arrest.

You got the right to remain silent,

and unless you want the rest
of your face kicked in,

I'd strongly advise you
to exercise that right.

Hey, you listen to me, Jack.

All you got is a rouse,
because I don't see no crime, dig?

No, no. I do see one.

I see false arrest real clear. Yeah.

Shut up and eat your breakfast,
butt-face, huh?

Go ahead, man.

Don't bother me none,
because that's police brutality.

You see this face?
That's a brutalized face.

You could go bald real fast,
you know that?

You got the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right,
anything you say can--

-(spits)
-Hey! My upholstery, you slime bucket!

(groans)

(panting) Now, here's how it goes, pal,

this is class here,

and you don't ever want to spit on class!

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 just went up there
with an open mind.

What happens at them
psychic fairs, anyhow?

It's great. They got all these
hippie mystical chicks.

-They're practically swimming in them.
-That's where you met this Tara.

Yeah, who happened to be
the one that wasn't like that.

She's one heavy broad.
She had me sweating, hearing voices.

Sounds pretty wild.

You guys got to try
past-life therapy. Not kidding you.

Uh-uh. I got my hands full with this life.

See how easy it is to be cynical?
What have you got to lose?

No, J.D., the question is,
what's your stake in this?

Well, it's nothing.

The first session is on the house.

If you go for the whole treatment,
I make a couple of bucks.

I'll pass.

One of these things here, J.D.

It's funny,
I once had some laughing gas one time,

and I thought I was a pony
soldier out west somewhere.

That is your past life trying
to break into the present.

-That's the whole thing right there.
-You sure it's free?

Hey, one full introductory hour
of the therapist's time.

It was real weird. It was like,
uh, these mountains,

and there was this big old pink sun,

and then like an eyeball looking at me.

It was real weird.

There's her number.
It's only gonna change your entire life.

What's that they say about
one being reborn every minute?

MAN: I'm bursting with pride today.
I'm proud of all of us.

The Arts Council for their devoted work.

(applause)

Mr. Eccle and the Anderson Savings Bank

-for their interest and commitment.
-(applause)

But most of all,
I'm proud of Bobby Castro,

a local artist

who has labored long and hard,

but whose vision will finally be available

for all to see and savor--

Cut the bebop, man. (chuckles)

Well, Bobby, would you, uh,
would you like to, uh,

say a few words
before the actual unveiling?

(applause)

WOMAN: Come on, Bobby.

(clears throat)
Uh, well, a lot of people ask me

why I call this piece "Kataz Number 39."

Now, you know,
I could tell you some jive philosophy

about the meaning of this sculpture,

but, like, hey,

I did not make the thing
to be explained, all right?

So, uh, let's see the sucker.

(applause)

Well, let's... crank her up, huh?

(mechanical humming)

(laughter)

That's a spaceship.

Looks more like a giant cigar to me.

(indistinct voices)

That's a man's private part!

-That's a--
-(laughter continues)

Mr. Wendell Morrison? I'm Joyce Davenport.

-I'll be representing you.
-This is your lucky day, Counselor,

because rat face comes out of nowhere,
starts whacking me in the alley.

We're talking police brutality,

brutalizing my eyes,
brutalizing my nose, brutalizing my back--

Let me guess.
You're claiming resisting arrest.

You got it.

You think I tattooed these bruises on?

You look a lot healthier
than my client, Lieutenant.

Maybe I got a harder head.

Or maybe you got an uglier face.

Maybe you got a civil suit
coming your way, Jackson.

Man offered me a concussion.

That was contusion, Miss Davenport.

Here's his medical report.

You know, Wendell, even for a
moron, you don't talk too good.

Excuse me.

Um, have you seen Detective Washington?

He's right over there.

-Oh. Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Hi, Neal.
-Hey. Hey, baby. What's happening?

Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you at work,

but I need to talk to you for a minute.

Uh, yeah, yeah. Right here.

Yes, ma'am. On my lunch hour,
say about 12:00?

Well, uh, I did have this experience once,

but I can't talk about it right now

because, uh, some of
my fellow officers happen to have

what you'd call closed minds.

Yeah, see you then.
I'm looking forward to it, Miss Tara.

You would think a man
had a better thing to do

than to spy upon his partner.

Let us go.

I've been thinking about
what happened at breakfast this morning,

and I'm really upset,

and I didn't want to go into dinner
without making things right.

-Hey, it's okay, baby. Forget about it.
-Oh, Neal, I hate it when we fight.

And then, afterwards, Kenny got all upset.

-What happened with Kenny?
-He started crying,

and he wouldn't finish his breakfast,
and then he didn't want to go to school.

(sighs) Neal, he's crazy about you,
but he's so sensitive.

When his father would drink,
he was... he was awful to him.

Hey, tell you what, what if I go
over to his school at lunchtime

and check him out, hmm?

Oh, Neal, I really appreciate this.

And I do know how hard
they're working you.

Norm, my office.

(clears throat) What's the good word?

Close the door.

Has the complainant come forward
on the Morrison case?

Eh, the guy's a little hinky.
It's no big deal.

Do we have his sheet?

Yeah, he's from Oklahoma.
His out-of-states didn't print.

According to Morrison's attorney,
your altercation this morning

left him with a hairline
fracture of the jaw.

Hey, he smacked me in the mouth, huh?

I mean, I just had some dental work.

And on top of that,

-he spat on my upholstery.
-I don't care if he puked

-on your upholstery.
-We're not talking

about your ordinary purse snatcher here.

I mean, this guy's a regular cro-magnon.

This was a good bust.

I mean, it's not like I put
a bag on him or anything.

-You expect points for that?
-(clears throat) Due respect,

this don't have to do with Mrs. Furillo
representing that tube steak?

It has to do with A.D.A.
Bernstein's having fits

that Morrison is going to
hit us with a civil suit,

and best guess is, right now he could win.

Uh-huh. Not if we pulled down
that bakery-truck driver.

I know where he works.
I'm on my way there now.

Believe me, I know what I'm doing here.

You've got to let me handle it.

You keep me apprised, you understand?

-No problem.
-On the other subject,

what you're inferring
about Miss Davenport,

that's wrong, and it's insulting.

There are no special favors
granted up here.

Okay. Yeah.

You got that now?

Yeah, I got it.

MAN: Ain't no use talking about it.

I knows what happened to Larry.

Larry was a jumper.

Larry was no jumper. Larry knew stuff.

Could've been a sportscaster.

Larry was a jumper, Earl.

Think maybe Larry jumped off
the Penrose Theater?

Did I say that?

He was a jumper in high school.

Held the city broad-jump record.

Yeah.

He was down, but he wasn't out.

Larry was a fighter.

(laughing) Except when he was drunk.

I saw some brothers try to
take his money one night,

and Larry down-stroked the guy good!

You know who got him?

The goat man got him.

Right, the goat man.

They got other names for him,
but I don't call him that.

The man is 12 feet tall,

got horns on his head,

got a voice like chalk on a blackboard.

MAN: Wasn't no goat man.

Ask me, it was the little dudes.

-You mean the pixies?
-Mm-hmm.

Because pixies will mess you up.

Who are they?

It was these two white dudes.

Real downtown, real friendly.

Soft voices. Come out of a dream.

-What did they say?
-Now, what you want to know for?

How I know you ain't with them?

I ain't with anybody!

I'm trying to watch out for myself.

Yeah. I can dig that.

Well, you just stay away from them dudes,

and you'll be okay.

Mr. Fox, you don't understand.

Either you sign that complaint
or the guy walks.

You still don't get it, do you?

This morning was a lovely day.

The sun was out, the birds in the sky,
the smell of warm bread.

I'm telling you,
he's gonna do somebody else,

-maybe kill them.
-That's their problem.

What do you mean their problem?
What are you, some kind of little girl?

-This is our problem!
-I'm 52 years old.

I got a duodenal ulcer.

I got high blood pressure
that looks like old faithful.

-Say I sign this complaint. What happens?
-Morrison's history. That's what happens.

Well, here's your history:
ten months, a year at the outside.

Then old pump daddy
is back out on the street

and decides to pay me a visit.

-I can't use that.
-Look, you ain't thinking straight.

The last person this guy wants to see
is the man that put him away, huh?

Well, sell it to the funny papers.

I lived here all my life.

I did appreciate
what you did for me this morning.

Yeah, right!
I hope your ulcer pops on you!

I hope you get seven heart attacks,

-one for every day of the week!
-Calm yourself, Lieutenant.

You got blood pressure, too!

See how it goes? Easy does it.

-Come on. You try.
-Okay.

Hold it, hold it, hold it. No. Here.

There you go. Hold it right here
in the middle of your head.

That's so you line it up just right.

Now, jump a little and shoot. Go ahead.

(grunts)

Eh, it takes a little practice.

Come on. Let's do it again.

Mm-hmm. That's it. Now go ahead.

Hey! All right, my man!

(laughs)

Are you gonna marry my mom?

(laughs)

Whoo! You don't waste no time, do you?

Hey, it's not that easy, Ken.

I mean, it takes time
for people to get together.

How come? You like her, don't you?

Yeah, sure. I like her a lot.

But, you see, after you
get to be a certain age,

you get kind of used to being alone.

It's just that, uh, the guys,

they like to do stuff
a certain way, you know?

I mean, you used to throw your
toys all over the room, right?

And you thought that was okay, hmm?

And then I came along and said,
"Young man, clean them up."

Now, don't that seem a little
weird to you sometimes?

-Yeah.
-Uh-huh.

Yeah, see, that's just what I mean.

And you're only ten.

Think how different it is
for people when they get older.

They got to work stuff out,
get used to each other's habits.

Hey, come on.

Let's see that jump shot
one more time, all right?

I appreciate your concern,
ma'am, but I'm not an art critic.

No, I haven't seen it.

Well, yes, I understand, but, well...

I mean, I think I understand what it is.

One man told me he thought
it was a big fish.

Maybe if you thought of it that way,

it would relieve your mind.

There's no need to get
abusive with me, ma'am.

I didn't create the darned thing.

-Lieutenant Goldblume?
-Over there.

Today's the day, Lieutenant.

Ready for Armageddon?

Counselor Greenglass.

Sure. Give me a moment.

Another I.R.S. hearing, Henry?

They're going to be hearing an earful

and seeing an awful eyeful.

Yes, I'd like to join
the Shar-Pei Pet Club.

You keep telling me it's about
to get straightened out,

and it just keeps going on and on.

Please, Lieutenant,

when you grant Ed Greenglass
a 28% partnership

-in your success, you've bought a worker.
-Oh, boy.

A digger involved with
a million-dollar bone.

Hey, we both know it's not
a million-dollar bone anymore.

We got a good shot at 100,
maybe 100 and a half.

-Realistically?
-Realistically, minus my 28%.

Well, that's less than 75,000.

I share your outrage!

Maybe we're moving a little precipitously.

How about I call them, cancel,

-we'll reschedule...
-No.

...regroup as to battle plan.

-No.
-Oh, that's a fighter!

Lieutenant, will there be
a complainant against Mr. Morrison

-on these charges?
-Yeah.

-You're looking at him.
-Don't brag about it, Buntzie.

You could put out her eyes.

When me and my lawyer
get through with you,

you'll be sliding to work on a skateboard.

Hey, Wendell, you want to make
a speech, hire a hall.

Maybe I will, man.

You realize you could
settle this right here?

If I sign a release?

That's right, and considering
the slenderness of your case,

-I'd think it the prudent thing to do.
-Only slender thing about him.

You can count on one thing,
Miss Davenport,

I will never let this man walk.

We're going to court.

Play it your way, Lieutenant.

But I think you can find
better ways to spend your time.

Well, I'll worry about that, okay?

-Hey.
-Hey, there, guy.

This is a herder, Ted.

MICK: What the hell do you want?

No, no, that's not the question.

The question is, what do you want?

-What do you mean?
-I mean, what do you want?

Like, do you want a meal?
Do you want a drink?

Do you want a friend?

Because Ted and I,
we'd like to be your friends.

What is this, a joke?

He thinks it's a joke, Brent.

We like to help guys who need it.

But you've got to trust us first.

We're going to have some fun now,
me, you, and little Ted.

Come on. It's okay.

It's okay.

We'll explain it all to you over lunch.

It's okay.

-(tantric music playing)
-RENKO: It's yellow,

like a scarf blowing in the wind.

Yes, Andrew, a yellow scarf.

And there's a smell.

Oh, Lord, what a smell.

What smell, Andrew?
Describe the smell to Tara.

It smells like horse dung.

Yes! Horse dung!

And dying flesh.

-Look out!
-What was it, Andrew?

Do you know where I am?

I am at Little Bighorn,

and men are dying like flies around me.

Good, Andrew, good. Go on!

There's only a few of us left,

and the hot wind is blowing in our faces,

and the wild whoops of the savages.

(screams)

They got me, General Custer.

Why didn't you listen?

You should've known.

Wonderful, Andrew. Wonderful.

Now, when I clap my hands three times,

you will wake up in life present tense.

One, two,

three!

For the first time in his life,

J.D. Larue is telling the truth.

I have lived before.

You know, it doesn't have
to be what you think it is.

I mean, it could be
a lot of different things.

-Yeah? Like what?
-Like a guided missile.

-(laughs) Yeah.
-Or a barber pole, maybe.

Totem pole.

Or a lipstick.

It looks like a very large lipstick.

Sure. A lipstick.
Yeah, that's close, Luce.

It's art, Joe, okay?
It is a piece of artwork.

Look, I don't know anything about art,

but I do know about pornography,

and I don't think people should
have to see that in public.

I didn't know you were such a prude.

Now, what's gotten into you?

Ever since you started
going out with that sculptor.

He's a potter,
and I'm not going out with him.

I'm taking his class.

Yeah. Well--

-You think he's hitting on me.
-No, I didn't say that.

It's just that lately
you've become very interested

-in Mr. Sensitive's pots.
-Get your mind out of the gutter.

-Oh! Oh, now who's being the prude?
-Yeah.

DISPATCHER: All units in the vicinity
of Utica and 137 Anderson Plaza,

attempted suicide in progress.

-2203 responding.
-(siren wails)

I told you from the jump,
nobody messes with Kataz!

Kataz is located in
the solar center of the hill!

It redistributes the sun's warmth
to the populace!

That's all well and good, Mr. Castro,

but you should be made aware

that this land belongs to the Arts Council

and when we approved this project,

it was going to be called "Man's pride."

You said it was going to be a testimony,

"A testimony to the urban
struggle for dignity."

That's just what it is! (laughs)

Everything's completely out of control.

What's going on?

The Arts Council voted,
I mean, everyone agrees

that this monstrosity
has to be dismantled,

but Castro's intractable.

Okay, we're going to talk to him.

All right, bring that in here.

Mr. Castro, why don't you just
come down from there?

Don't come any closer, man.
I'm not afraid to die!

(cheers and applause)

I'm just going to come up and talk to you,

and nobody's going to die.

You stay down! Stay down there!

-I'm warning you, man.
-Look, I understand that you're upset.

I know how hard
you must've worked on this.

But, Mr. Castro, this isn't
anything you want to do.

I mean, not really.

I know you don't want to be up there.
You know you don't want to be up there.

We both know you don't wanna be up there.

No, sucker, you don't know! (laughs)

You all right?

(crowd shouting)

(laughing)

You are the executor
and also a beneficiary, Mr. Goldblume?

-Afraid so.
-Probate wouldn't let him resign.

That's the kind of scrupulous
individual we have here.

Not to waste everyone's time.

This appeals officer finds
no merit to the contention

that the funds in the combined estates

of the deceased Paul and Gina Scrignoli

were earned under
tax-exempt circumstances.

Further, I find that
the documents submitted

by executor Goldblume
are fraudulent fiction.

Now, whoa! Just slow down--

Are you aware, Mr. Goldblume,

that the International
Offshore Bank of Tortuga

is a nonexistent invention

of one Maury Silverman and Rene Gonclaves,

currently serving four-year
sentences in the Virgin Islands?

I mean, really, Counselor.
You practice before us.

We busted Maury six months ago.

I'm taking this to tax court.

Whatever you want.

We are claiming 50% income tax,
plus penalties and interest.

That puts Miss Scrignoli's $1.1 million

at somewhere around $70,000
in hock to Uncle Sam.

Are you saying,

after all this, I'll owe $70,000?

Only as executor of the estate.

Personally, no.

How about as the heir?

As heir...

you get nothing.

This is their strategy, Lieutenant.

This is their "divide and conquer."

So, as your legal shield--

Correction, as my 28% leech.

Close it out now, Mr. Goldblume.

Save us all a lot of headaches,

and we'll issue you a check
for $50,000 free and clear.

No way!

(whispering)

-100?
-(scoffs) 100?

Maybe I can go to 60.

-90.
-65.

-80.
-Okay, 80.

-I'll take it.
-Wait!

-Make the deal!
-Are you crazy?!

Can't you bust this guy?

We don't usually pursue
the criminal aspects, but...

Another glass of the old vino, eh, Mick?

-Sure. Okay?
-Sure.

-Ted?
-I don't know, Brent.

-I'm getting kind of tanked.
-Come on! We're having fun.

-Mick's having fun. Aren't you, Mick?
-Yeah, a lot of fun.

(chuckles) That's good.

I want you to have a good time.

That's great.

Why are you doing this?

Well, see, it's like this, Mick.

Ted and I, we're from the suburbs.

What do we know about life? Gas mileage.

But you, you've been there.

You've been to the eye.

Yeah, I've been there. That's right.

Yeah, I'll bet you have.

You've seen it all.

Bet you had a wife once. Maybe even a kid.

You ever have a kid, Mick?

Yeah, sure.

What was his name, Mick?

Joey.

Joey! That's great.

I'll bet you miss him, huh?

Yeah, sometimes.

It'd be great if you could see
him again, huh, Mick?

No.

Oh, no, that wouldn't be so great,
would it, Mick?

-Not the way you are now.
-What could I say to him?

I don't know, Mick. I never left a kid.

Here, come on, cheer up.

Have another glass of wine, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(laughing) Niagara Falls.

-Wouldn't want Joey to see that, would we?
-You know what I say?

Let's blow this pop stand,
take a little ride.

Yeah, let's get some air.
What do you say, Mick?

We got a special treat for you now.

-(groans)
-Come on, guy. Cheer up, huh?

You can give me a yes or a no.
You moving in there or what?

There's a lot to work out, babe,

with Kenny and everything.
It's a big step.

-You want my opinion?
-No.

My opinion is this whole setup
is perfect for a guy like you.

-What's that supposed to mean?
-It means you love it.

You love stepping in,
being responsible, all out of proportion.

-You think I'm in over my head?
-Hey, it's not for everybody.

Neal, you're thriving.

Since you started getting it
on a regular basis,

-you've been a dream to work with.
-Hey, thanks a lot, J.D.

Hey, Neal, I think we're being
a little sensitive here.

Neal, J.D.!

Don't forget you guys got
the Walker homicide tonight.

-Not tonight, Lieutenant, I can't, man.
-You got grand jury Wednesday.

-You knew about this.
-Oh, man, I completely forgot!

-Lynnetta's gonna kill me.
-So, big deal.

Tell her you'll make it up
to her this weekend.

You don't understand.
Her mother's coming to dinner tonight.

-Her mother?
-Her mother.

You know, maybe working tonight
is not the worst thing in the world.

It's been my experience--

I got to get over there
and explain it to her.

Are you kidding? The telephone
was invented for situations like this.

-Use it.
-I'm taking an hour.

-Cover for me, all right?
-(sighs)

Your Honor, the state's without
a complainant on the robbery.

And for the resisting, as you can see,

if you compare the extent
of Mr. Morrison's injuries,

he looks like he's been through a buzzsaw.

Whereas Lieutenant Buntz is
complaining about a toothache.

Counsel, approach.

Irwin, is your man in a foul temper

because of dental miseries?

IRWIN: Defendant's sheet is just in.
It shows 11 priors.

-What the hell is this?
-What's going on here?

-Tell this creep to stay away from me.
-Legal Aide Society, Your Honor.

On behalf of the P.D.'s office,

we're serving Lieutenant Buntz
with a civil suit,

100,000 unspecified damages,
400,000 against the city.

You got to be off your nut.

100 G's, rat face. I love it.

-You heard it. We're gonna bury--
-That's enough, Mr. Morrison!

People, can we settle this
with a disorderly?

IRWIN: May we confer, Your Honor?

-No way. They're bluffing.
-I know they are,

but it's gonna take
a lawyer from my office

30 man-hours to sort it out.

-So, what are you saying?
-We go with it.

-Don't I got anything to say here?
-No.

-JUDGE: People?
-Acceptable, Your Honor.

Reduced to disorderly conduct.

-We'll plead to that.
-Plea accepted. Released on time served.

-Arraignment waved. Bailiff, next case.
-(gavel bangs)

BAILIFF: Docket number C-1-0-7-1-0-3,
Carmelo Gomez, vagrancy.

So when do you figure I can
get my hands on the money?

Mr. Morrison, I've explained
all of that to you already five times.

You get nothing. The move was strategic.

Suppose I guarantee you get half?

Half of zero is zero, Mr. Morrison.

Do you understand?

Hey, look who it is, the hero himself.

I'll be looking for you, ace.

My client's been cleared on all charges.

Steer clear of him,
or we'll be after you on harassment.

Hey, no problem.

That's right, hero,
I'm a free citizen now.

You never know, Wendell.

Real ugly tie, Buntz. Loser's tie!

Neal, what are you doing here?

Hey, baby. How are you doing?

I stopped by the restaurant.
He told me you left early.

Yeah, I know it sounds silly,

but I got so nervous about this evening

I couldn't stay around there any longer.

I came home to set my own table.

-Do you like it?
-Yeah, it looks beautiful.

I'm glad you like it,
and I'm glad you stopped by.

You know, you do terrible things to me.

-Hey, look, baby, I came by to tell--
-I know.

I got something else I want to show you.

-Hey, look, look--
-Come on, Neal, no, don't even talk.

Just come here. Come here, baby.

Officer!

(horn honking)

Made any headway at all yet?

Man, he's messed these wires all up.

If I could get over into
the base of that statue,

-I think I could unscramble it.
-What's keeping you?

Hey, he might blast me with that hose.

I got out of the sewage
business ten years ago.

It's just a little bit of water.
It's not gonna kill you.

I'm gonna take you over there.
We're gonna do it. Let's go.

Hey, I'm putting in
for hazard pay on this.

Mr. Castro!

Hey, don't go that diplomacy route, Jack!

Because I ain't moving
and neither is Kataz.

We're here for all eternity!

Look, I've been talking to Mr. Dunne here,
and he thinks we can work this thing out.

-Mm-hmm.
-You just come down from there.

We'll take your statue
and move it someplace else.

Right, right.

Now, that dozer don't look
like no moving van to me!

Look, the most important thing
is that nobody gets hurt, right?

Wrong! The important thing
is Kataz don't get hurt!

Kataz will be a beacon

for the brothers
that live among the stars!

-(crowd cheers)
-A gusher of hope!

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh!

Hey, take it back up!

Take it back up! Hurry!

Come on! Up, up, up!

-(metal creaking)
-Oh!

All right, just take it easy.

(groaning)

All right, just put your weight on me on.
Take it easy. It's okay.

Leave it be! Leave it be!

-Take it easy.
-(groaning)

-Ohh!
-(metal creaking)

No!

Beautiful, huh, Mick?

Yeah, I guess.

In the eyes of the beholder.

After all you've been through,
I don't guess anything looks

beautiful anymore.

All the people you've hurt.

Pain.

Some people's lives are just endless pain.

But it doesn't have to be that way, Mick.

Look at the sky.

One step, and you're outside it.

No more hustling.

No more guilt.

You see, Mick, we have so much.
We want to share something.

We helped Larry do it.

Just like we want to help you.

Okay, let go of me, then!

I want to do this myself!

It's golden, Mick.

(growling)

Police! Freeze!
You punks are under arrest!

-Come on! Come on!
-Hey, take it easy, man!

You slime bags.

You wanted to get me drunk, right?

Well, you got it! I'm real drunk!

You can't do this. You got to take us in.

I don't think so.

I think if I take you in,
you'll hire some hotshot lawyer.

Then both of you will walk,

and that's just not gonna cut it.

You want us to confess? We'll confess.

Okay, Larry was with us, okay?

This isn't about confessing.

Turn around, both of you.

Move!

What are you gonna do?

You can't do this, man! You're a cop!

Take your coats and shoes off.

Do it!

See down there? That's Fulton Street.

My old man was a tailor down
there all his life.

A crummy little shop, never had two dimes,

but he was a man because he had a heart.

And you two pieces of garbage
have everything,

but that isn't enough, is it?

Take your shoes off.

Take your shoes off!

Now drop them over. Go on!

I didn't want to.

I never wanted to. He made me!

Lie down on your stomachs.

Move!

Stick your head over the edge.

Put your hands behind your back.
You're busted.

Oh, boy! That was wonderful!

Mm-hmm.

Oh, didn't I please you?

Of course you did, baby.

Neal, what's wrong?

Look, baby, I got to tell you something.

I can't make dinner tonight.

-You what?
-Look, I'm sorry, really.

I just pulled night duty on a homicide.

You knew all day.
You knew it this morning, didn't you?

I'm sorry, honey.
It completely slipped my mind.

You know I want to be here.

LYNNETTA: You think you can
smooth things over, don't you?

Neal, you're a user.
Come in here any time you want to,

make love to me, and then walk out?

NEAL: Come on, baby.
You know that's now true.

I told you two weeks ago I'd move in,
but you got nervous.

Yeah, I got nervous,
because who can depend on you?

Neal, either you come to dinner tonight,

or we're through, I mean it.
I can't live like this.

Hey, baby, I already told you
there's nothing I can do.

I tried to get out of it, but I can't.

Using me like this.

I hate it. I hate it.

I hate it, Neal, and I hate you for it!

Look, I tried to tell you,
but you didn't give me a chance!

Oh, when? When did you try to tell me?

I told you I can't get out of it!
I tried, but I can't!

You knew this morning!
You knew all day long!

I didn't know nothing!
It slipped my mind! Baby, I'm telling you!

Using me all the time! I hate it!

Just get out! Get out of my home!

-Just get out of my home!
-Get out of your home?

-Your home?
-Yeah!

That's fine! That's fine with me!

You want me out? I'll get the hell out!
I can't breathe around here anyway!

I'm warning you once, girl!
If I leave here, I ain't coming back!

Move in with some ditsy chick--

-(gunshot)
-(groans)

-Kenny!
-(gasping)

Kenny!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

(gasping) 9-1-1!

Hurry! Hurry!

(moans)

Captain, how's Neal?

-He's in surgery now.
-He's gonna be okay, though, right?

He was shot at close range, J.D.,
he's lost a lot of blood.

-Anything?
-We should have something soon.

Damn doctors! Man, he better be all right!

-That's enough, J.D.
-What about that kid? They found him yet?

-No yet, J.D.
-This is nuts.

We've been through
a 1,000 scrapes together.

He gets it from Kenny.

I told him, "Use the phone."

No, I'm not a member
of the immediate family.

I work with him.

I want to talk to Dr. Moss, please.

And if he's not available,
would you page Captain Furillo

or Lieutenant Goldblume
for me again, please?

No, no, I'll hold.

The surgery's taking forever.

To think that such wickedness
should come from a child

when we cherish such
sentimental notions about them.

When in reality they are often
mere Hobbesian savages

capable of stunning, stunning cruelty.

You got it. Kids are up
for anything these days.

Wait a minute.

I don't think we have
all the facts on the table here.

We don't really know
what went on in that house.

The next thing you're gonna say
it was Neal's fault that he got shot.

Don't simplify what I'm saying, okay?

-Is there anything, Stan?
-Not yet. They got me on Muzak.

-Lieutenant Buntz.
-Hmm?

We have a robbery at 114th and Fulton.

Officer Purnell said
you'd want to be notified.

The perp was wearing a sweatshirt
that said "napalm daddy."

-Got it. Let me know about Washington.
-Right, Lieutenant.

-As soon as I hear something.
-I can't stand this!

Come on. Just hang in there, all right?

-(telephone rings)
-Hill Street.

It's J.D.

He's out of surgery. He's gonna make it.

All right! All right, Neal!

I told you the guy was tough!

I told you he was tough!

(laughter)

(siren wailing)

Come on! Look out! Move!

What do you got?

-It looks like your guy, Lieutenant.
-"Napalm daddy"? That's him.

This is one mean dude. Look at this.

The guy's face looks like a golf course.

He used that on the old man?

-The guy was slow pulling out the till.
-Anybody see which way he went?

MAN: The stock boy said he headed
east down Clinton.

I'm heading east on Clinton!
That germ's mine!

An experiential--

Renko, I'm just trying to
understand what you said. That's all.

Now you said that she told you
you had to count backwards

and then look at some
swinging pendulum, right?

-Crystal, right.
-Well, I'm no expert, pal,

but it sounds like you were hypnotized.

Bobby, I tell you I had
my wits about me at all times.

First, I saw myself
as a centurion in ancient Rome,

and then as a foot soldier
marching to the Crusades,

and I seen myself as a cavalryman

with George Armstrong Custer.

It's obvious.

Renko, you are the eternal foot soldier.

Every time you are reborn, you're a grunt.

Oh, Lord.

That must mean I'm meant
to be working as a cop

for all eternity.

(laughing) I guess you're right.

Hey, but don't feel bad.

Maybe in the next life

you'll get yourself a battered,
old rocket ship,

trying to catch muggers and rapists

somewhere out in outer space.

(laughs) That's terrible.

We got to work..

Bobby, look here. Look here.

Stop here.

(eerie music playing)

Kenny.

I've been practicing like Neal said to.

You want to get the ball straight.

Nice and easy.

See?

Let's go, son.

I've been practicing a long time.

I'll be getting good soon.

(streetside chatter)

(car door slams)

(engine turns over)

(engine turns over)

(indistinct conversations)

(dramatic music playing)

LYNNETTA: Kenny!

Come here, baby.

-I shot Neal, Mommy.
-I know, baby.

I know. I know.

-I didn't want him to leave.
-I know.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(horn honks)

Open the cash drawer! Move it!

Wendell, police!

You don't look so tough now, huh, kid?

-(siren wails)
-Looks like a clean shoot, Captain.

The night clerk said
the guy had his piece out

-and gave the Lieutenant no choice.
-Thank you.

Let's go.

What were you doing here tonight?

Well, how about this,
I went inside for an ice--

I don't want crap. I want answers.

-What were you doing here?
-I got a tip.

When I got there the guy was
already inside casing the joint.

Why didn't you try to arrest him
before he pulled his gun?

Hey, what is this, déjà vu?

I thought we already went
through all that this morning.

But this time you'd have
the candy store owner as a complainant.

Funny thing.

Anybody that "napalm daddy" visited

gets a sudden case of lockjaw.

I told him he was under arrest.
He didn't wanna go that way.

Ask the kid if he didn't turn
his piece on me.

Let's try another version.
You lost in court,

you played out a personal vendetta,
and you executed him.

That's a nice story. Try and sell it.

-I.A.D.'s gonna clear me.
-Maybe, but you're not clear with me.

I can live with it.

-(clears throat)
-(engine turns over)

(knock on door)

Hey, man, what's going down?

I was just here seeing a friend.
Thought I'd drop by.

Yeah, I almost dropped by
this afternoon, huh?

-Guess you saved my butt.
-Yeah, no problem.

Sorry about spraying you
with that water, man.

-Did I get busted for that?
-No, we're gonna let it slide.

-(chuckles)
-So, uh, what is this?

Oh, this is a new one.

Ain't she a beaut?

-Can I be frank?
-I expect nothing else.

Well, to be perfectly honest,

I think it looks like a phallic symbol.

(chuckles)

You got an eye for that after all, man.

All right. Um...

You take care, Bobby.

Yeah.

-I'll see you at my next opening?
-Maybe.

Yeah? (chuckles)

J.D., is that you?

(monitors beeping)

No, man. It's Florence Nightingale.

They found Kenny, right?

Yeah, yeah, he was on a playground.

He was shooting baskets.

-Shooting baskets?
-Yeah.

The kid's in juvie tonight.

Lynnetta with him?

Yeah, she was. Maybe she still is.

You know, the whole time
while I was out there

on that court with Kenny today,

I was thinking of myself as a kid.

When I was young,

I could play some ball.

Man, I lived for that court.

The whole day in school
I'd just think about it.

When it got dark,

I'd find me another basket
near a streetlight.

I never wanted to go home.

My old man would be there,

drunk and cursing me.

As long as I could keep shooting baskets,
I was all right.

I was all right.

Just keeps going around, don't it?

One generation after another.

Just keeps going.
J.D., J.D.! You there, man?

Yeah, man. Yeah. Shh! I'm here, man.

Shh. Shh.

Go on back to sleep. Go on.

(sighs)

(theme music playing)