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STAN: Four, station-house thefts.

Lieutenant Hunter has alerted us
to a rash of these.

Contact him or me
if you're missing anything,

or if you have any clues.

Five, Lieutenant Goldblume asks,

he doesn't want to take any more calls

re: repairmen for his house.

Six, new undercover.

Belker is at Monty's Save Shop,

vis-à-vis cash machine rip-offs

across from there.

Seven, uh,
Captain Furillo will be in today.

We're expecting him at 0800 hours.

Eight, no funeral arrangements
as of this hour on Joe Coffey.

As many of you know, his mother
and his stepfather live in Florida.

They've been notified,
and they're returning up here.

Last, the Coffey investigation.

Lieutenant Buntz is in charge

and assigned with him are
Detectives LaRue and Washington,

Morrison, Bursky, Vargas and McNeil.

Plus, Division is helping out.

Current status is as follows:

no suspects in custody
and no eyewitnesses to the event.

However, we are developing
promising forensics.

A suspect and vehicle description

and other relevant data
are on the board, everybody.

Please apprise yourself.

People...

uh, whenever a cop killer is on the loose,

and a good friend is gone,
things change for all of us.

Just remember
that investigation points to the fact

that this is a street robber
who was interrupted in the act.

Let's not be getting paranoid
that somebody's out there stalking us.

Just do your job.

Remain responsible
as regards to the community,

and let's get the guy.

Be careful out there.

(indistinct chatter)

(melancholic music playing)

Bates.

Sergeant Bates? Lucy?

Um, desk today. Okay, Lucy?

Whatever they want. Whatever Buntz says.

You need any time off,
you need anybody to talk to...

-Welcome back, Captain.
-Thank you.

Sorry the circumstances stink.

-Any developments?
-It's a little slow.

We got a stolen-vehicle report
matches Bates' van description.

-No vehicle?
-Not yet.

-Frank?
-Henry.

-Glad to see you, friend.
-Thank you.

(telephone rings)

Oh, Lieutenant Hunter, on those thefts,

we'll be wanting all our spare manpower.

-Oh, of course. The Coffey matter.
-I'll help you, sir.

I was thinking to keep an eye
on the khaki officers,

since they control access
to the squad room.

Good enterprise, Ballantine.

You know, that Melvin in particular.

He seems the flaky type.

Damn!

Sir?

My Swiss army knife.

Check your pockets, sir?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, about 5'10".

Caucasian, right.

No, not a light-skinned
Puerto Rican, Caucasian!

Blue kind of work shirt, white high-tops.

Merril Martin?

Come on, he ain't out of the joint yet.

-MAN: Lieutenant Buntz? Line four.
-You better do better.

Buntz.

Lucy, it's policy. One I agree with.

Gonna give you these names.

Father Richardson's
in the chaplain's office.

Very solid, very good man.

And Dr. Gordon, by reputation anyway,
is top-notch.

I believe he's the department's senior
staff psychologist.

So I guess it's take your pick,

Believe in God or not.

Something like that.
Or you could talk to both of them.

Captain, I got somebody
sounds like our man.

White male, light hair, 5'10",
medium-to-slight build.

According to my snitch, lives in his SRO.

Guy's been knocking down liquor stores
up and down Van Buren.

-Take LaRue and Washington.
-Yeah.

Bastard!

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)

(door slam)

Police! Freeze!

(action music playing)

Looks like you stepped in something,
chicky, huh?

Come on!

(grunting)

(moaning)

-Hey, hey, hey!
-Okay, okay, we got him, we got him.

Hey, hey! You kill a cop, buddy, huh?

-Is that your thing?
-What the hell you talking about?

You're under arrest,
suspicion robbery and murder!

(beeps)

You sure you can't paint over there
where the machine is?

No, no. That's all metal over there.

It don't need paint, Mr. Gutbaum.
Be a dead giveaway.

-The perp would get hinky.
-Hinky?

Yeah, hinky, nervous, unpredictable,

subject to departure from his usual M.O.

Just go on your own business,
Mr. Gutbaum. Everything's okay.

I can't help but being a little nervous.

Don't worry about a thing, Mr. G.

Anything goes down, I'm here.

And I got the officer to help me out.

(chuckles) Just kidding.

Go away.

What kind of code do you use
when you got to use the facilities?

Huh?

What I'm saying is I could cover for you.

I don't need any help.

You're not dealing
with untrained personnel here.

I mean, I got college credits
in poli-science.

-You study English, too?
-Yeah, so?

How come you don't understand
when I tell you to take off?

And I got a brown belt in karate, sir.

That's terrific.

Then I will shoot you if you don't leave
me the hell alone.

Okay, okay, I get the message.

Uh, 10-4!

Got a customer for you in interrogation,
Miss Davenport.

Dee Wilson,
prostitution and controlled substance.

Thanks, Sergeant.

Here, Rich Turner. Book him.

Rob one, murder of a shopkeeper and a cop.

-Do you want a P.D., sport?
-P.D. or a lawyer?

-Is that him?
-Look familiar?

I don't know. I think so, yeah.

Good. All right.
Let's move you away from him.

We'll get you a lineup.

Look, I'm gonna wash
this guy's hands a minute,

make sure we get a clean print.

Same with all the girls
that work on Jefferson.

You check on Marla,
that got popped with me?

She gonna walk with a $100 fine.

Because she's paying off Judge Hardin?

Paying off the judge,
the bailiff, the lawyer.

They all getting something
off the working girl.

Do you have any proof
of these allegations?

Check it out.

You go to the court office,
over the lunchtime.

That's when he gets
the envelopes for the judge.

The clerk's office.

Next to Judge Hardin's courtroom?

I don't know, wherever the bailiff's at.

He's the one.

If I'm saying the truth, can I get out?

Possibly. I'll check into it.

(panting)

You see, with the laserscope,
we got to scrub you real good.

-Aah! It's hot.
-Come on, soap down now, chick,

because if you were in Mel's Smoke Shop

and you left even a partial print,

that laserscope
is gonna lift it off anything.

-What, do you think I'm stupid, man?
-No, I don't think you're very polite.

-That's what I think.
-It's hot! It hurts!

Not half as much as the electric chair.

Now why don't you get smart
and tell me your story, huh?

Because we already got a cop
that puts you leaving the scene.

And that gets you 80% strapped in already.

-Leaving what scene?
-Mel's Smoke Shop, you diphead!

-Come on, scrub!
-What you want me to tell you?

I've never been in a smoke shop?
I've been in the smoke shop!

-When, last night?
-No, not last night!

(panting)

Come on now, chick.

Now we know that you didn't want
to shoot a cop, right?

We know that he surprised you, right?

I'm telling my lawyer. I'm telling him
about this washing crap!

Her story's this: Brown's Law office

told all their pros clients
not to come to them anymore.

To go to the public defender. So they do.

But then the pimp gets a call,

telling him to drop money
through a mail slot

in the law firm's building.

Money arrives before noon,
girl gets off with a fine.

If it checks out and she'll testify,
she walks.

I'll talk to her about testimony.

How are you feeling?

A little wobbly. Good enough.

NORMAN: Captain?

Counselor, you have a suspect
in the Coffey shooting.

-He's in interrogation.
-Thank you.

Are we on top of this, Norman?

You heard Bates ID the showup.

Plus, the guy's given a partial statement.

He says he's been in Mel's Smokes.

Uh, conceivable
we may lose that as coerced,

but the guy's stupid, Captain.

I think we can nail him.

We're trashing his place right now.

I also got some people coming in
for lineups on the other robberies.

Sounds good. Keep me apprised.

Yeah.

(clears throat)

Joyce's hooker says Hardin's the judge,
and the lawyer's somebody in Brown's firm.

Hardin sounds like a match.

Not a light sentencer, but real uneven.

Can we get access to his clerk's office?

Sure, an administrative
judge would let us in.

-Today?
-Give it a try.

How's our Coffey suspect?

As soon as his attorney's through,
we start the lineups.

(inaudible) Fine.

-Lieutenant?
-Yeah?

When do you want me for lineup?

Uh, about an hour,
after his lawyer's done with him.

So how we doing on the case?

Hey, we got an eyewitness ID, namely you.

-How much more we need?
-Yeah, but besides me, we doing okay?

Yeah, not bad.

Like what?

Like, uh? Like he's talking.

Like we got witnesses for other lineups,
other jobs.

-Good, because I don't think I can ID him.
-Hey.

You already said it was him
when we brought him in.

I know I did. So now I'm not so sure.

Come on, now. You only saw him
for a couple of seconds.

Now, uh, this showup was accidental,

and when you see him in the lineup,
you'll know.

Maybe. I don't think so.

Now it's the same description. He hits
little stores, he whacks people out.

-You got to come through.
-You want me to lie?

Is that what you're saying?
I told you I am not sure!

No, I don't want you to lie. I just, uh...

(exhales) I just want to get the guy
that iced your partner.

And I don't want to get the guy?

You think I want to let the guy go
who killed Joe?

I don't want him to walk.

That's why I asked you.

Why don't you come up with some stuff?
Why don't you come up with his high-tops?

(indistinct conversations)

-You bored?
-No!

Because we got
a 419 in progress over here.

A what?

Broad in aisle two
just boosted a Crenshaw.

-It's up under her garment.
-Her?

Pregnant women thieve like bandits.

-Hold it a minute, ma'am.
-You got a problem?

-Hey, let go of me!
-Don't give me cause, ma'am.

-Hey, manager!
-Under detention.

-Let go of me!
-I got her, Mr. G.

-Hey. Did you steal something, lady?
-No!

Check the Crenshaws in aisle three, Mr. G.

-The top one is missing.
-All right, all right.

Let go of her.

Do you have a melon under there, lady?

If I do, it's certainly gonna be
a surprise to my old man,

because that's not
what he planted six months ago!

-Let's examine the facts, shall we?
-Are you crazy?

You want a lawsuit on your hands?

That's right!
A lawsuit for false harassment.

Now, there is no melon bulge here.

Now, am I right?

I ought to call your agency.

Look, it was a judgment call, Mr. G.

The top melon was missing,
she emerges from the aisle.

-What am I supposed to do?
-A judgment call.

How long have you been doing this job?

Five days, sir.

A little less enthusiasm, okay?

I was in a video arcade, you know,
playing the games.

From when to when?

I was loaded. I don't know.

-Is that the extent of your alibi?
-What's wrong with it?

Nothing, but it would help
if we could prove it.

So go ask him. Find the manager.
Maybe he saw me.

Do you know his name
or have his description?

I don't know it, okay?

Maybe I was in my room.
Maybe I was just loaded.

Mr. Turner, I'm not asking for the world.

But a degree of consistency
about your whereabouts would help.

Yeah. Well, I don't know!

(sighs)

What about your statement to the police?

You were in the smoke shop.

I thought you said we'd get that tossed.

I'm simply trying to clarify.

So I'll cop to a couple of rip-offs!

What do you want me to say,
something stupid like I killed a cop?

No way in town, man! Not a chance!

Miss Davenport? Lineup's ready.
We're gonna be running it

-in two or three parts.
-Why is that?

We're having trouble
rounding up a couple of witnesses.

Your client's been a busy little beaver.

And so have you.

I understand you tortured
Mr. Turner with hot water.

-Come on.
-Hmm.

Your statement goes down
the drain with your water.

Count on it.

-(sighs) Sergeant Bates?
-Miss davenport.

-I'm really sorry about Joe.
-Thank you.

Lieutenant Buntz just informed me
what sounded like a hitch in the lineup.

-I don't know anything about it.
-Something about other witnesses.

I don't want to pressure you,
but I know the extra care you wanna

-take in getting the right perpetrator.
-Correct.

Would you be willing
to talk to me this far?

Tell me, when you saw my client
in booking earlier,

-was that accidental, or did Lt. Buntz--
-Accidental. Totally accidental.

Aren't you afraid that seeing my client
being brought in

might prejudice your ability
to be objective in a lineup?

I don't want to discuss the case with you.

Excuse me, Miss Davenport.

They're looking for you in lineup.

-Thank you, Sergeant.
-Right.

Hey, don't let her get to you.

About what?

She was asking you
about what you saw, right?

Wrong! Buttinsky.
Everybody has to butt in,

tell me when to say something,
when not to say it,

-when to go to lineup, do this, do that!
-NORMAN: Number three, step forward.

Turn to your right.

Turn to your left.

All right, step back, number three.

-That's him.
-Are you sure?

-Positive.
-Okay, that's it.

What about Bates?

Uh, Captain.

(clears throat)

I've, uh, I've decided to let her
sit for a while, Captain.

We got enough to hold
this yo-yo without her.

And to tell you the truth,

I think she could use a little more time
to think it over,

get rid of any possible doubts.

I wasn't aware she had any doubts.

Well, you know, Captain, I mean...

she's been through it, you know.

She's a woman, you know.

I mean, everybody has
doubts about something,

which doesn't necessarily mean anything.

It's just that,

well, you can't be 100% sure
about anything in this world.

See what I'm saying?

(siren wails)

Lucy?

-Captain.
-What are you doing?

Uh, just going through this stuff.
It's Turner's.

Recognize anything?

You know, all I saw
were those white high-tops

and that blue jacket-shirt thing.

Lieutenant Buntz says
you're not sure of your ID.

It just keeps running around in my head.

I think it's him.

It probably is, but, you know?

I keep thinking maybe, maybe I was wrong.

Maybe there's a chance
that I made a mistake.

-In that case--
-Like his eyes, you know, or his hair.

It could have been longer.

I just got that short look at him.

He's coming out of the doors
about 30 feet away.

It's just confusing. That's...

Lucy, if you can place him at the site,

it certainly would be a big help.

But if you can't, you can't.

Nobody wants you
to go any further with this

than you legitimately can go.

I'm not so sure of that.

Take it from me, Sergeant.

-Yes, sir.
-With that understanding,

I'd like you to take a look at him
in the lineup.

Right.

NORMAN: Number three, step forward.

Turn to your right.

Turn to your left.

Face front.

Sorry. I'm just not sure.

Need me for anything else?

(door slams)

Are you planning on charging murder?

You just stay tuned. The show ain't over.

Stan, I'm taking Detective Swain.

Probably be a couple hours.

-Stan, put me on night tour, will you?
-Yeah.

Till Coffey clears and further notice.

Good fishing, Lieutenant?

It's time to start using
barbed hooks, Sergeant.

The EATer brigade lost an entire gross
of officer-in-charge forms

-less than an hour ago.
-Oh?

(mumbling)
Judas Priest, in-house kleptomaniac.

(sniffling)

Oh, sorry, Lucy.

(clears throat) Sorry.

(sobbing)

(clears throat)

I keep forgetting he's dead.

(clears throat)

I keep wanting to tell him things.

Well, why don't you just keep telling him?

Really, there's no harm.

I guess that's what I'm doing.

I keep hearing him telling me back,

"Luce, don't get jammed up.

Just do your job. Do the best you can."

That's Joe.

Sounds like him.

Excuse me.

(steps going upstairs)

WOMAN: Is this Judge Reckamens?

-MAN: It's 217, down the hall.
-WOMAN: Thanks.

Yo, Ronnie, how's he hanging, man?

Not too bad. What you got?

Hey, he looks familiar.

And a motion to declare
you ugly, Trousdale.

Go back to PR. All of you.

Pleasure doing business with you.

(speaks Spanish)

I have today's winners.

Marla Anderson, Pam Boston,
and one Tiffany Brewer.

All of them good.

Thanks. Bye!

Police. You're under arrest.

Jesus.

Hey, Henry Goldblume!

You're under arrest.

What you do? Get a job with Candid Camera?

Man, you serious?

Uh-huh. Bribery. Come on.

(traffic noises)

Renko, check the hot sheet
for that red Fiero.

807-RJ6.

(exhales)

-No. Not even close.
-No?

I said no.

(sighs) I keep thinking we're supposed
to play poker with him.

It's, like, caught halfway down my craw--

Renko, I don't even want to talk about it.

Daryl Ann cried all night long.

I had to rock her in my arms
till she went to sleep.

(indistinct chatter on radio)

-I didn't sleep at all.
-Me neither.

WOMAN (on radio): Robbery in progress.
Units to 123 Dekker.

That's us, pal. 2202 in response.

(siren wails)

Get out the way, man.

Get out of the way, pal!

I'll take the back.

Bobby Hill?

Bobby Hill?

Oh! Lord! Didn't you hear me call you?

No! I must have been
in one of the apartments.

-(door creaks)
-Did you hear that?

He's here.

(action music playing)

-Freeze!
-Renko, don't!

Stand up! Put your hands over your head!
Turn around toward that wall right now!

I'm gonna tell you something, pal.

This ain't the day to be robbing people.

No lie. If it wasn't for my partner,

you'd have been shot
four or five times already.

OFFICER: Hey! Don't open that can!

Don't drink that. Hey, I'm talking to you!

-MAN: So what?
-OFFICER: It's against the law.

-Come back here!
-MAN: Get out of my way right now.

-I'm gonna knock you right on your can!
-OFFICER: You're asking for it buddy.

-When I buy a beer--
-MAN: You get away from me!

OFFICER: Eee-yah! Man down! Man down!

Backup! Backup!

All right, all right! That's enough.

Just step away. Go on!

Thanks, Mick. This here is
my commanding officer, you know.

He was violating a PC 117.

When I approached the subject
to request compliance, he became abusive.

When I attempted to enforce the code,
he kicks me in the groin area.

He came after me
with some of that kung fu stuff.

-So I give him a little bazoo.
-Shh!

-You all right?
-Yeah, I'm okay.

All I did was try to defend myself.
That's all.

Okay, okay! Take a hike.

Okay.

And stay out of trouble!

What's going on here?

I'm gonna tell you something.

You have got a ticking bomb here.

-Meaning what?
-I'm not talking to you!

I did what you said.
You said to leave you alone.

I went after the PC 117 myself.

Okay, I underestimated
the violence potential.

-I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
-I don't want you to take this

the wrong way,
but have you ever stopped to think about,

I don't know,
maybe going into some other line of work?

You don't mean,
get out of law enforcement?

-Yes!
-No, you don't understand.

I have wanted to be a cop all my life.

When I was a little kid, we used
to have these 211's going down,

and this cop used to roll on his wheels
and kick the door down,

and he'd pull my old man off my mom
and tell me everything was gonna be okay.

And, you know, I thought that guy
was some kind of god.

That's the most moronic thing
I've ever heard.

-You're fired!
-Hold on, Mr. Gutbaum.

Let's not go overboard. I wouldn't.

I would!

Listen.
I want you to go down to your agency

and tell them to send me somebody normal.

One of their ex-cons.

You can't help me out
on this one, big guy?

This is a code three, then, Mick.

Okay, we got a van.
This look like the one?

-Yeah.
-Good. It's in impound.

-Go take a look at it.
-Okay.

Buntz.

Sorry about what happened before.

You know I'd do anything
in the world to make this case.

Just go on down, huh?

SID is looking for prints already.

Here's Roy Slay, robbery and assault.

Stand right here!

Mario Mangella, esquire.

Retained on behalf
of Trousdale and Martinez.

Martinez don't want you, Mr. Mangella.

Well, I was informed that he did.

Well, he don't.

Brown sent a lawyer to me
to protect himself!

-Not me!
-You want a public defender?

I want Brown's butt here!

Are you claiming you had no idea
there was anything in that envelope?

No way, Frankie.

Jesus, you can't be a lawyer
with a bribery conviction on your sheet.

But right now you and the bailiff
are all we got.

And he's not saying a thing, am I right?

That's because Brown
has him all bottled up!

You see? I would make a deal, but I can't!

I don't know!

Now doesn't that prove something?

-Not really.
-(knocking on door)

Captain?
Attorney Brown's in interrogation B.

There! You got someplace now.

Hang him out to dry!

Get him a bail he can make.

And a fast arraignment.

Next bus.

Aah!

(alarm beeps)

Leaping lizards!

We got him!

Okay, lock and load, men.

-Yeah, Lieutenant?
-Yeah.

We've been in every building
within three blocks of Mel's Smokes.

I don't think there's a witness out there.

It ain't gonna come off the neighborhood.
It's gonna come off the trade.

Some guy who walked in
when the place was being robbed.

-Okay, I'll be back at Turner's crib.
-Yeah.

-Lieutenant, SID, line three.
-(exhales)

(coughing)

Ballantine!

Call the paramedics, Britcher.

So, we've caught the thief.

You idiot!

Ballantine.

Don't Ballantine me!

Your 21-blade Swiss army knife?

Your 101st Airborne lighter? I've got it!

Your Ayn Rand book, I got that, too,

Lieutenant Hunter!

-Why?
-Oh! Oh!

Because I suppose
you've treated me like a son?

You've treated me like a doormat!

You've treated me
like that ridiculous dog of yours!

Remember when you clawed me
and tied me up, Lieutenant?

Mr. Great Russian Freedom Fighter!

(panting)

When your dog was painted
with zebra stripes,

you know what I thought? Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

I'm as disappointed
as you are, I'm sure, Captain.

The kid had energy,
a kind of simian intelligence.

-I thought some guts.
-Cut it, Mr. Brown.

Cut what? Do you know
why I quit representing prostitutes?

Precisely because of corruption.

I can't afford corruption.

My practice is too successful.

Or do you mean that you can't afford
a close connection to it,

so you shunt the girls off
to the public defender?

Look, I can believe
that some people in my office

have made phone calls, taken envelopes.

But surely they don't need my cooperation.

How can I help?
You can wire my office if you want.

Martinez says you're the one.

-What?
-Martinez.

Martinez says it's you.

I think it's him.

If you don't have grounds
to hold me, people,

I have a full afternoon in part 17.

Don't make any mistakes, Mr. Brown.

How about when you went out with that man?
That was good!

And who stood up for you?
Who said he was beautiful?

-I wanted to puke!
-Ballantine, come on.

Ballantine, Ballantine!

You don't even know my first name!

Yes, of course I do. It's John.

Everybody calls me Jack!

Only you think of me as John

because all you've called me for six years
is Ballantine!

-Ballantine, that's not fair.
-The hell with you!

The hell with the whole elite squad!

Lieutenant, what's holding up
the lineups on Turner?

Couple of witnesses
still being brought in.

Move him to arraignment by 4:00 PM,

or I'm bringing habeas corpus.

Stan, I'm out to Mel's Smoke Shop.

MAN: Maybe partial prints...

Neal, maybe they should
reopen the smoke shop.

Some of the regular, after-work customers
might come by.

Yeah, we're gonna, Lucy.
Couple more hours.

Yeah.

Uh, deliveries? What about them?

Nobody makes deliveries
6:00 at night, Luce.

-Anything new?
-Uh, I'll check.

They were gonna dust the shelves.

-You IDed the van?
-Yeah, that's it.

So now, uh, if we find a print

on the steering wheel or something,
then we're in business.

I hope so.

Look, uh, maybe I came
down hard on you before.

I know this whole situation
got to be a stone crusher.

Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go talk
to the department shrink,

ask him if he knows a hypnotist.

You know how they help you
re-create past scenes?

Anyway, I'm on my way to Division.

You know, driving to work this morning,
I hear

one of them ads for real estate school.

Usually I don't listen to them.
I just tune them out.

But today, I was listening.

You gonna go to real estate school, Renko?

No, I didn't say I was gonna go,
I just said I was listening.

How much money you think
you can make in real estate?

-$60,000. $75,000. $100,000.
-WOMAN (on radio): Vehicle eastbound on...

Hell, I'd listen, too.

2202, corner of Bailey and 112th Street,

will proceed to intercept.

-(siren wails)
-WOMAN (on radio): 2202 to...

-(horn honks)
-Watch it, Renko!

(tires screech)

Freeze!

All right, take it easy. I'm hurt.

-I need an ambulance.
-It's just a head cut, fella.

We'll swing by the emergency room, Renko.

I don't feel sorry for you at all,
because you stole a car,

and you don't even know
how to drive, do you?

What the hell is this world coming to?

You're under arrest for grand theft auto.
You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right,
anything you say

can and will be held against you.

WOMAN: Prep an OR for a gunshot wound.

If I can figure the guy's a possible
just hearing your description

on the radio call,
how come you didn't see it?

You got to realize

we're under the impression
there was a suspect in custody.

We got one suspect. A suspect.
That don't mean stop looking.

We heard
Sergeant Bates had identified him.

Where'd you hear it from?
Never heard it from me.

-There was talk about it.
-So it was a rumor.

You don't act on rumor.
That's not how things are done.

All right, look.
So we all make mistakes, huh?

The important thing
is we got another possible.

Hey. Wachtel will sign a warrant.
We can swing by and pick it up.

All right, let's go.

I was gonna go to a hypnotist.

So why'd you come to me?

Well, I don't know.

I heard going to a hypnotist

can queer the evidence or...

I don't know. I was down here, and I,

I guess I just wanted somebody to

tell me that he wasn't just dead and gone.

If I told you something like that,
would you believe me?

I'm not sure.

Lucy, your partner Joe
enjoys an eternal life in Christ.

It doesn't really change
anything, does it?

Nor does it rid us
of grief or a sense of loss.

No, no.

Thanks, Father.

You know, we've got this guy,

and I really think that he killed Joe,

but I wasn't a good cop.

I didn't see what I should have seen
and now he's gonna get away.

I don't know
if you were a good cop or not,

but if I were you,
I wouldn't railroad anyone.

My understanding is that there are times
to trust your heart

and times to trust your eyes.

Right.

Hey, Sarge! You know
where Neal or Buntz are at?

Uh-uh. Out someplace.

-Hey, Luce, you got a second?
-What do you got?

I just came from Turner's.
This stuff look familiar?

Were they together? Did it look
like he could have worn it yesterday?

We found it in a pillowcase he stuffed
in the back of a closet.

Okay, thanks.

Captain?

I'd like to try the lineup again.

I have to tell you, Luce, by now
its value as evidence is minimal.

I know, but what else have we got?

We have no gun, no other witness.

Now I hear we don't even have
Buntz's statement.

-Have you had a change of heart?
-I think so.

Yes, I'd like to try.

-All right, have Stan set it up.
-Okay.

I did see some sneakers
from Turner's apartment.

They mustn't influence you in the lineup.

No. Right.

What's going on?

We're putting Turner
back in the lineup for Bates.

-Oh, come on.
-We concede prior prejudicial effect.

Do you concede Turner's being framed?

A show-up ID followed by a failed lineup.

Now a new lineup?
This is vigilante atmosphere, Captain.

Sorry, but you're building
your little castle on sand.

Mr. Turner is going to have
a very strong defense.

William Hasselbach, GLA, suspicion murder.

All right, Sergeant,
got a new candidate for you.

Just tossed his apartment.
We found a cannon.

That one look a little more like it?

I don't know.

(voice breaking) Okay, I don't know!

I don't know!

No lineup, okay? I was wrong.

I almost nailed maybe the wrong guy.

-Now they got another guy!
-Whom you recognize?

Lucy, I won't allow you on another lineup.

It was so quick. It was just--
I'm sorry, but--

Captain, new suspect with a gun.

We're sending for an 18B
and a rush on ballistics.

MAN: DA on line 2.

(telephone rings)

MAN: I got two of these.

WOMAN: Uh, that's $7.50.

Is that gonna be cash or check?

MAN: Uh, that's cash.

MAN: Watch where you're going!

Police officer!
You freeze or you're dog meat!

-Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
-Move! Move!

(shouting)

Hey!

Hey!

(alarm ringing)

Hey!

(indistinct low-key outrage)

(engine revving)

(tires screech)

Officer requesting assistance.

Ambulance, uh, Dekker and Third.

We got him! We got him, Mick!

Are you crazy?

Well, I seen you chasing him.

So you ran him over and killed him?

-He ain't dead.
-MAN: (groans)

Just shook up a little.
I hit him just right, not too hard.

-What the hell are you doing here?
-I come back to get my check,

and I seen you chasing this guy.

So I figured
maybe you could use a little help.

He would have got away.

Don't I at least get a thank you here?

A thank you? A thank you?

You're lucky I don't have you arrested
for attempted manslaughter!

No way, Mick. It's a clear-cut PL 339C.

Justifiable assistance to a peace officer.

You know, I got canned at the agency.

Oh, am I sorry to hear that?

Hey, every knock's a boost. Am I right?

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna resubmit my application
to the department.

The police department?

Yeah. I figured
maybe you could give me a reference.

(growls)

Four detox programs for meth.
Seven arrests.

-How many convictions?
-Oh, we're gonna add to that count, Billy.

(laughs) You guys!

Hey, hey, tell me.

Which one of you plays the good guy,

and who plays the bad guy?

Aw, Billy knows how it works.

Yeah, you know I do.

It says here, uh... (clears throat)

he wet his bed.

They recommend rubber sheets.

-(laughs)
-Oh, that's funny, man.

All right, I want a lawyer.

-I want the P.D.
-Oh, we're getting sensitive.

You don't get the P.D.
She's representing the wrong suspect.

-You get an 18B dude.
-What's that?

Court-appointed shyster with nothing
to gain representing a loser like you.

Hey, when you make a puddle,
do you sleep in it?

-You shut up!
-Ah, ah!

Now if you can't control yourself, girl,

I'm gonna have to spank you
with a rolled-up newspaper.

Where the hell's Brown?

Huh? You let Brown go, man.

We had no probable cause to hold him.

What about him ruining my life?

What about him lying?

At least let me wear
a wire against the man.

Jesus, you know he won't talk to you now.

I know that? I know one thing.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

And you, Frankie. Shame on you pigs!

Jesus, we're continuing the investigation.

We're going after Judge Hardin
as well as Brown.

If I thought you were totally innocent,
I'd tell you more.

I don't need to know any more.

Okay, Frankie? Come right down to it,

the man has a bunch of little girls.

Believe me! I will deal with Brown myself!

(speaks Spanish)

(telephone rings)

SID fired Hasselbach's gun.

It killed Officer Coffey.

Tell us again what you did last night.

You went to the mayor's ball,
you met Cinderella.

Then the two of you must have gone
to the ladies' room.

Enough already!

You are wrong about me.

I'm reading your sheet, little man.

(door opens)

Your gun killed our cop, Mr. Hasselbach.

Let's get him arraigned.

Come on, let's go.

There you are, Ballantine.

(sighs) You're looking much better.

Ballan-- uh, Jack...

no one knows better than I

that emergency action
team duty exacts a toll.

And I've decided that disciplinary action
is not appropriate.

And on a more personal note...

I forgive you.

You forgive me?

(laughs)

You're the one who's been driving me crazy
in the first place!

(laughs) Come on, Lieutenant! Come on.

Give me about 3 1/2 hours

on the zen stealth of the true ninja!

(laughing) And then?

Then they give warrior
of the month to Buntz!

Norman Buntz! He's not even an EATer!

That was a moment of true happiness
for me, Lieutenant!

Classic projection
of your own inadequacies.

It is the ritualistic betrayal and slaying
of the father figure.

Father figure? You?

I doubt you could sire a worm!

Oh, Ballantine.

It all fits. The endless preening,

the incessant cleaning of the weapon.

You talk tough, Lieutenant,
but you're a sick man!

You have gone too far, Ballantine.
You're through.

Through? We'll see who's through!

You don't know
what it's been like keeping it all in

while you've ignored me
and treated me like dirt!

Well, now the real Jack Ballantine

is out of the box.

A cat ready to pounce!

(hisses)

There was arguing terrible.

Lot of screaming and yelling.

I knew something terrible
was gonna happen.

You get a look at the other guy?

No, but I heard Mr. Brown.

He was screaming at him.

Fabian, I feel like I brought you
into another lousy thing.

What do you mean?

You've had
so many hard things in your life,

and now you got to deal with another one.

Not this hard, Luce.

You're not alone.

You aren't either, Fabe.

-(rock music on stereo)
-(laughing)

RENKO: So, anyway,
we got this jumper, right?

This old bird is real freaked out.

The ledge is about this wide.
Old Coffey's inching up, and the guy says,

"You grab me, I'll push you!"

Old Coffey looks back at him
and says, "You grab me, I'll push you!"

(laughing)

In the meantime,
Renko's positioned the firemen.

If there's gonna be a fall, they're gonna
be under Coffey and not the guy.

And so,
Coffey finally talks him out of it.

It takes about three hours.
He says, "I was in Vietnam, Danang,"

all that good stuff.

He finally gets the guy off,
and they take his picture for the paper.

Next day, Briscoe gives a reprimand to him

because he didn't have on his hat

when he had the picture taken!

Do you remember the time
we're in that hot-dog stand?

Coffey is hitting
on this absolutely gorgeous chick.

I'm talking grade-a primo carne, right?

Now I'm sick
because he's doing pretty good.

And a call comes in. (chuckles)

It's a bank job in Coffey's sector.

Coffey, he's acting
like a big man with the girl. You know.

"We'll take care of this."

That kind of attitude, you know?

"Let me just swing into action here."

So he's grabbing the broad's phone number

while he's fishing around in his pockets
for his car keys.

And then he realizes
that he left them in the ignition.

(laughs) And he's locked out of his unit!

(laughing)

MAN: I'm sorry. I don't mean to interrupt.

I just heard about, uh,
your buddy getting killed,

and I just wanted to, uh,

express my condolences, you know?

-Yeah.
-Thanks.

Can I stand you folks to a round?

No, thanks.

(melancholic music playing)

Yeah, I remember one bust
just after he came on the job.

Coffey comes up to me.
I don't even know him.

And he's all serious,
face all scrunched up.

You know, like he used to get? (chuckles)

And he tells me that I wrote up
my arrest report wrong.

I'm thinking to myself, oh, my God,

is this dude from Internal Affairs
or what?

It turns out
that Neal spelled his name wrong.

(chuckles) He said, "It's Coffey with a Y.

Not like what yous drink."

Yeah.

(chuckles)

(theme music playing)