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DAVENPORT: No, it's a bad connection.
I'm having trouble hearing you.

What?

Only what I read in the papers.

(door closes)

Jesus, I think
you should come into my office.

No, look, calm down. I'll be there.

I'll meet you at 7:45.

Did I hear the phone?

Uh, nervous client. It was for me.

You want some coffee?

Okay, item seven:
Mick Belker is undercover

at Michigan and 143.

Our information is that a loan shark

is operating a 6-for-5 operation

out of a lunch wagon down there.

He's feeding off the area factory workers
and the construction workers.

Now Mick's gonna be running
a competition roach coach.

That's an area patrols alert.

Eight: assignments.

Wardlow rides with Ziff,
Altieri with Carson.

Also, everybody say hello
to Officer Kathryn McBride.

She's a transfer from the Polk.

Officer McBride is gonna be
riding with Sergeant Bates.

Item nine: wants and warrants.

Now there's three new composites
on the upstairs board, people.

Let's everybody keep
our 316 files current.

Also, warrants continue on Jesus Martinez,

Hispanic, late 20's,

in connection with
the courthouse investigation

of judge fixing in the 17th District.

He's wanted for questioning
in the possible homicide

of attorney Harold Brown.

All right, ten: phones.

-Watts line, Sarge?
-No Watts line, Bobby.

No, they're re-rigging us
for a new intercom system.

Now, people, these intercoms

are to save time

for official communications.

They're not for asking a khaki
to bring you a new pencil.

No, and they're not
for squad-room gossip, either.

Hey, Andrew. You won't believe
what Neal said last night.

Buzz me when we get upstairs.

(laughing)

Okay, all right, settle down here.

Last. this is the last item.
Now listen, people.

If you ask the opinion of the podium,

this temperature up-flux that we got

ain't the genuine article.

My guess is we're at least
three weeks from spring.

Now that's a word to the wise

re: premature garment removal.

This is when you could catch a doozy.

-Did you ever want to be a doctor, Sarge?
-Hey, no, listen.

Sometimes I think a nice string
of garlic around the neck,

and you don't push this season.

Half the medics would be out of business
if we all did that.

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

Hey, they're getting away out there!
Come on.

-(indistinct chatter)
-MAN: Alright, let's go!

So, what do you go by, Kathryn?

Kathryn, Kate.

I figured it wouldn't be Kathy.

I've just visited
the psychotherapeutic future, Henry,

and it works. It's called lithium.

Are you talking about Ballantine, Howard?

Oh, all
of that edible gobbledygook, Henry.

You know, those headshrinkers,
they just simply corrected

a chemical imbalance
in that poor fellow's brain,

and now he's cheerful, friendly,
and filling his hospital room

with all kinds of martial science books.

Got to be a good sign!

(telephone rings)

-What have we got, Stan?
-Just keep it out of the flow, Bobby.

Junkies ripped off a government-surplus
warehouse, lieutenant.

Night-shift guys
are inventorying it upstairs.

-Need a hand?
-No, I think we got it, Lieutenant.

Be careful with that raft, Bobby.

Yeah. Oh!

You done taken some religious vows, Renko?

Why aren't you talking?

(strained) Well, I would.
My wife burned my tongue on a casserole.

A thousand degrees!

Oh!

Hey, guys.
You better watch out for that lanyard.

-What lanyard?
-That one right there!

(shouting)

Ah! Oh!

-What's the matter?
-Ah!

What happened?

I bit the place where I burnt my tongue!

I can't under--

I bit the place
where I had burnt my tongue!

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)

(cheerful music playing)

All right,
coffee and a bear claw, that's $1.10.

Thank you very much.
What are you gonna have?

-Make poached eggs?
-What?

Fried or scrambled?

Okay, scrambled and bacon.

-Coffee?
-Yeah.

$1.75. Listen, I want you fellows to know

we got everything on our menu
they got over there,

and that includes
"get me through till payday" service.

Gonna be making loans?

Buck a week on every $20 you borrow.

That's a lot better than Healy's rates.

(horn blows)

MAN: I was gonna try this guy.

But I have to wait till lunch.

There goes Tommy the rat.

Who's he rat for?

Your competition.

Hey, I got nothing to hide.

See me at lunch, fellows,
if you want to borrow dough.

You need a driver's license
and a pay stub.

No offense, buddy. You may not be around.

What happened to your thumb?

Late-payment charge.

(horn blows)

Yeah, yeah.

See you fellows at lunch, huh?

We get clear sledding,

we got you intercom-capable
by 3:00 p.m., Sarge.

-Great.
-That means no more life rafts.

Well, don't let me hold you up.

-Morning, Frank.
-Henry.

Autopsy report on
Harold Brown, heart attack.

-What did they make of the bruises?
-Couldn't rule out a struggle,

but they figure
it was more likely he fell.

-I guess Jesus could have pushed him.
-Any word on Jesus?

Bench warrant issued this morning.

Morning, Norm.

Hm, how you doing?

Hey, Guid.

What do you want, Tommy?

I got a problem.

That department's closed.

Hey, I'm gonna talk to you.
I got no choice.

Not here.

Guid, I know you're not
in my fan club anymore.

But I'm jammed up.

You're the only one
I ever saw him say two words to.

-Who's that?
-Delaberto.

I got on his wrong side five months ago.
This idiot's still got it on the brain.

You're a different kind of cop
than he is, Tommy.

Yeah, tell me about it.

(clears throat)
What, you make him look bad?

We partnered on a pop.
They said maybe some dope was missing.

But everyone passed on it,

internal affairs, the D.A.

It's history with everyone
but this lunatic.

So, uh, can he hurt you?

Night we made the pop,

I thought he could have seen something
he figured was me doing something wrong.

Then he didn't say nothing.
I figured he didn't see it.

Now I'm thinking
he's some kind of warp case

who wants to pull on my wings a little
before he rats me out.

Hey, the thing is, Guid,

I've been thinking a lot
since you and me talked.

I've been trying to clean up my act.

If you could just talk to the guy,

find out where he's going with this.

Yeah, all right.

I just hate to get ratted out
on something I did before.

Hey, Tommy, I'll talk to him, okay?

I'll let you know what he said.

How you doing?

I'm okay. I'll call you later on.

-Appreciate it, Guid.
-Yeah.

(static cracks)

Hey, it's working great.

Aha, excuse me.

Are you going
to the captain's office, too?

Phone installation.

Intercom installation, Captain.

Just pretend like I'm not here.

Fast as possible, please.

-Morning.
-Morning.

That call I got this morning
was from Jesus Martinez, Frank.

-I just went to see him.
-There's a fugitive warrant.

At least temporarily,
I'm acting as his council.

Frank, he's like a terrified animal.

He feels like he got railroaded
on that bribery charge.

Now, he's wanted in Brown's death.

It's only for questioning.

He wants you to meet him outside.

He says he can explain everything.

(static crackles)

DAVENPORT:
Frank, he's hiding in that laundry.

Agitated, afraid.

I'm afraid something terrible
is going to happen.

He's waiting for it to.

Look, we both know Jesus has been trying
awfully hard

to make something out of himself.

I can't do my job ad hominem.

If I meet him outside,
I'll have to bust him.

Tell him to come on in.

I don't think his situation's
as bleak as he thinks it is.

When Jesus was a street punk,

everybody gave him the extra mile.

Now he's playing it by our rules,

and nobody gives an inch.

(telephone rings)

She says Jesus is hiding
in a laundry, Neal.

Doesn't his cousin run
a laundry over off Van Meer?

-So?
-So let's go for a ride.

Whoa, lover. This legal?

We're citizens. We do laundry.

(exhales)

-Officer Hoh-ward Hunter?
-Yes?

Ah, I'm Jagawala,
the Boopity of Bemar Besar.

You have a nicer uniform
than your picture.

Well, thank you very much.
But I'm a little at sea here, Mister?

Jagawala.
Just call me Jaga, as all my friends do.

And I ask you to understand

I have lived so long in emptiness.

Then this letter came,
in answer to so many of my own.

Prunella, who makes my heart
boompity-boom.

Oh, you're a friend of Prunella's.

More than a friend, my friend.

(laughing)

I'm her spouse.

Spouse?

-Prunella's your wife?
-Wife, yes, yes.

And I'm very much attracted to her.

Have you ever watched her eat?

Mm-mm-mm.

Wonderful!

I think of her, and I'm the lusty one.

(laughing)

Well, if what you say is true--

It's very true.

Well, then, uh, if that is the case,

then you and Miss Ashton-Wilkes,
or rather, Mrs.--

Jagawala.

Jagawala have a great deal to discuss.

She speaks of you as her new good friend,

and she does not provide her address.

You will arrange that I see her, yeah?

I would have to verify your account.

I am very grateful to you, Lieutenant.

(traffic noises)

Davenport.

Oh, man.

She must have come back to talk to Jesus.
J.D., I don't like this, man.

-Gonna look like we followed her.
-But we didn't.

No, we just listened
in to her conversation.

Accidentally.

Hey, she's leaving.

All right, you go on in.

Flush him out the back.

Morning!

I left some laundry for fluff and fold
with you about a week ago.

-Can't find my ticket.
-What color was the bag?

Purple. Name's Washington.

-Yeah, I can help--
-No, I've got to look for you!

Hey, I think I see it.

WOMAN: You can't go back there, mister!
-Get down, ma'am!

That's it, Jesus.

(action music playing)

-(horn honks)
-(tires screech)

All right!

-Put it down, Jesus!
-Don't be stupid!

(suspenseful music playing)

On the ground. On the ground!
Do it! Come on!

-WASHINGTON: Hold still, my man.
-Hey, man.

-Hey, what we got here?
-What are you doing?

What you gonna do with that tape?
You're not gonna destroy it.

What is it, your favorite salsa group?

Nobody's gonna destroy
any evidence, Jesus.

I'm begging you. It's my only shot.

WASHINGTON: Hey, look.
It's in my pocket, okay?

You leave anything in the dryers? Come on!

Take it easy, J.D.

(reggae music plays)

Check out Tito Puente.

Hey, Mr. Bongo!

One hand on the wheel at all times.

(tires screech)

What, are we late for something?

My kid's got a dentist appointment
in a half-hour.

I reminded him before I left, but he's
a real airhead about appointments.

-How old?
-13.

He the only one you got?

Yeah.

You and your old man still together?

-No. (chuckles)
-Whatever.

-It's a long story.
-Whatever.

(siren wails)

Cop! Cop!

Hey!

-(tires screech)
-(siren wailing)

(horn sounding)

Freeze! Police!

You are incredibly lucky! You know that?

-(grunts)
-(thud)

I could have killed you.

You never run when a gun's on you!

Never!

(jumbled) Nice job.

-What?
-Way to go.

(telephone ringing)

How are you? Lionel Styles, Lieutenant.

Thought it was about time we shook hands,
huh? (chuckles)

Styles Real Estate.

Styles Real Estate, Step-Up Development,

Excelsior Holdings, I'm all of them.

So you put that flyer under my door

about the block meeting
for tenants this afternoon.

One of my managers put it there.
Yeah, that's right.

-Afraid I can't make that.
-Oh, gee.

I was kind of hoping we could go together,
sort of present a united front.

Why don't you tell me what's on your mind?

You spoken to anybody
from Armitage Development yet, Lieutenant?

-No.
-Ah.

I think you and I are sitting
on a pretty sweet thing,

especially if we move in sync.

-You mean they're interested in that area?
-Yeah.

That area is ready to be yuppified.

Yuppified.

Look, here. See, parcel by parcel,
each one of those lots

is gonna go for $100,000, $150,000 apiece.

But if we negotiate collectively,

I think we can do a lot better.

What about the tenants?

That's what that tenant meeting
is gonna be about today.

See, when they find
someplace else to live,

well, I think that area is
gonna be some high, high rent.

(laughing)

That might not be easy.

Oh, easy, hard, I don't see
why that's our problem.

I didn't buy that building
to turn a profit.

I'm concerned about the neighborhood.

Whoa, whoa.
You telling me you're not collecting--

I'm collecting rents,
but I'm trying to improve the place.

I'm not planning on putting my tenants
out to put yuppies in.

-When did you say this meeting was?
-Uh, 1:00.

(sighs) I get your dander up, Lieutenant?

I'm gonna be there.

Good. I look forward to it.

It was nice meeting you, Lieutenant.

(telephone rings)

Get him started through booking.
I'll tell the captain.

Yo! Miss Davenport.
Did you get your Judas fee?

What happened, Jesus?
How did they find you?

Listen, don't let them destroy the tape.

At least give me that!

Don't say a word.

Just pretend like I ain't here.

(knocking on door)

Me and Neal got lucky, Captain.

We found Jesus outside a laundry.

Check this cassette out, huh?

(Hispanic accent)
"Attorney Brown's confession."

-Did you send them after me?
-You know better than that.

So you destroyed the state attorney-client
privilege law all on your own.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't tail lawyers
to find their clients.

It's been the law
for ten years, gentlemen.

-We just happened to run across the guy--
-Detective,

it's taking all my self-control
to keep from slapping you,

but that would bring me
down to your level.

Jesus told me your thugs
confiscated that tape.

It could contain his confession
to the Lindbergh kidnapping

for all the good it's going to do you.

If you followed her,
you're up for a Board of Rights.

We didn't, Captain.

When you and Miss Davenport
were listening in the intercom,

that came across the squad room.

We couldn't help but hear.
She said something about a laundry.

I remembered that Jesus' cousin runs one
down off of Van Meer.

-Square business, Captain.
-Want to listen to the tape?

Martinez seems to think
it's gonna exonerate--

I'll get to it, okay, J.D.?

See if you can get
A.D.A. Bernstein up here,

and I want full 770s
on the entire incident.

Yes, sir.

How could they hear
a private conversation?

Open circuitry.

It will be like that
till we get you online.

When?

If we keep clear sledding,
4:00 p.m. the latest.

Just pretend like I'm not here.

Well, two cavities isn't so bad,

considering the way you brush.

I brush them good.

He gives it the neighborhood job,

you know, the brush
is in the neighborhood. (laughs)

Well, the dentist told me
to have you call him.

Says you haven't been in in over a year.

When you pass a certain age,
you know, it's not as important.

Well, I got to get back to school.

-It was nice meeting you, Officer McBride.
-Good to meet you, Fabian.

So you guys gonna be partners?

For now. See you later, Fabes.

See ya.

Hey, Fabian!

Don't forget to make an appointment
to have your cavities filled.

I made it for next Saturday,
for both of us.

He's a real charmer, for sure.

He's a good kid. He likes you, too.

Was he close with your partner?

Joe? Sure, yeah.

So we didn't talk about you yet.
You married?

No.

Ever been?

Uh-uh.

Ready?

Yeah.

Don't say you didn't realize
what was happening.

(British accent)
You're getting that tone again, Howdy.

Please just answer my question.

But it was all so ritualistic, you know?

Chanting, the incense, the drums.

I only began to suspect what was happening

when they smeared me
with indigo grease and ocher.

The promotional brochure had mentioned

something about that in describing
their quaint, matrimonial rituals.

The man has a legitimate claim.

Only by his own light.

It would never be recognized
in our courts. Howdy?

You don't for a moment think
that I'm interested in him?

I really don't know what to think.

Listen to me.

No one has ever made
my cannons roar like you.

I'm reassured.

But I do think you have to see
this poor fellow

and tell him where he stands,
face-to-face.

Can you arrange the meeting?

Yes, he's calling me this afternoon.

You can talk to him tonight
and unburden him of this illusion.

I'm far more interested

in the possibilities of this afternoon.

I'll get the check.

-How you doing, Norm?
-Look at you, Vince. You fell apart, huh?

(laughs) I'm just teasing.
You always look the same.

So why'd you come down to precinct?

See some of the other guys?

It's a personal conversation
about Tommy Donahue.

Yeah.

I understand there was a problem

with some evidence on a pop you guys made.

It got stolen.

Yeah.
Evidently, you got ideas it was Tommy?

Look. I'm not gonna nominate him
for Cop of the Year, Vin.

I'm not even gonna tell you I don't think
Tommy would put the arm--

What are you gonna tell me, Norm?

(clears throat) Well...

uh, kid seems like he's trying
to pull himself together.

And if it's something more
or less under the bridge,

he says the case is closed.

He's two years younger than us.

Sorry?

Donahue's not a kid.

All right? The file is closed,
but there are two entries in our jackets.

It doesn't matter to him,
but it matters to me.

I'm just wondering, if you give him
the benefit of the doubt--

What doubt, Norm?

I know what that little piece of garbage
did, and I'm gonna nail him for it.

You tell him that, Norm.

You tell him that my file ain't closed.

Thank you. See ya.

Yeah.

Changed his mind.

(honks)

(honks)

Hi.

-What are you doing here?
-Do you recognize this?

I'm working now.

I'm on my way to Dr. Scully's,

and you didn't sign this insurance form
like I asked you to do 10,000 times!

Give me the form.

Mick, I know you're on an operation,

but I'm due in three weeks.
Dr. Scully said

if we don't get this insurance form in,
I won't be able to get into the hospital.

-Do you have a pen?
-Yes, I do.

Oh, my God, Mick, you're on fire.

Oh, God. Go away.

If it's grease, use soap.

Go away right now!

(coughs)

You set fire to my truck.

Why would I do something like that?

Get me to split,
which I am not going to do.

Slow learner, huh, Sam?

No, you're the slow learner, pal!

I don't scare.

I'm going over there
and clean up my truck.

And when my food service is closed,
I'm still gonna be making loans.

Don't grow too attached
to your thumbs, my friend.

I've been attached to my thumbs
my whole life.

Look at what my thumbs could do.

-Sam!
-Come on!

-So you telling us we got to move?
-STYLES: Looks like that's what's coming.

Well, I ain't moving!
I'm gonna stay right where I am.

-Yeah!
-Right!

I'm Henry Goldblume.

I own the building
on the corner of Dekker and 133rd.

And although I haven't heard
Mr. Styles' plans for his tenants,

I want everyone here to know

I don't think you have to move.

(cheering)

Excuse me.
If Officer Goldblume has no objection,

I would like to present my plan first.

Then he can give whatever arguments
he wants to to the contrary.

Fair enough.

(indistinct mumbling)

I'm gonna deal some cards
and let you decide how to play.

Now for real, people.

If a bunch of rich, white men
want to come in here

and tear this neighborhood down,

who out there thinks
they can stop them, hm?

Who? Let me see some hands.

Come on, let me see some hands.
Who? Somebody?

Oh, you can stop them, brother? How?

What you gonna do? Hire a lawyer?

Rich man's got ten lawyers.

-MAN: I heard that!
-I know you did.

So what then, shoot him?

Hey, white man's got all the cops.

Fact is, there ain't nothing
you can do to stop them

if they really want
to come in here and do it.

You understand?

But you could be smart and make them pay.

You got tenants' rights, huh?

You got leases, huh?

Well, then you make them pay
to get you out!

(crowd clamors)

You see this ring, huh? You see that?

You see this gold watch here, huh?

Check the suit out, huh?

My car that's parked out
front, that's a new Cadillac.

(chatter)

See, I was born
in this neighborhood with nothing.

But I learned how to make the man pay.

You got to learn it to earn it.

Yeah! All right!

(applauding)

Now, uh...

suppose the man is gonna
give you a month's free,

no two months' free rent.

That sound good?

You like that, huh?

Well, you're too easy.

I'm talking about giving you
six months' free rent.

Yeah, six months
before you agree to move out.

And during that time, you take that money,
and you put it in your pocket.

And you go out and you buy, and you enjoy.

Yeah! I may even give you seven months,

because I'm on a roll,
and they're gonna have to pay the toll!

(applauding)

Now, uh, Officer Goldblume here,

he has been living up here
almost four months now.

He thinks he knows what's going on.

But if you want to do it my way,

I got something for you
to sign at the door.

Officer?

I believe our neighborhood
has a potential all its own.

And if we could work together,

instead of seeing it destroyed,
we can improve.

Improve what we have

and make it something
that we can all be proud of.

(chatter)

-BROWN: Would you listen to me, Jesus?
-JESUS: No, I'm through listening.

BROWN: I know I got you into this mess.

JESUS: You had me delivering
those damn envelopes to the judge.

BROWN: And I'm gonna get you out of it,
but you got to let me do it my way.

Gap, erase, splice.

JESUS:
Okay, Attorney Brown, I got to go, man.

Just as long as you know I'm innocent.

BROWN: Okay.

Re-entry, re-edit.

JESUS: Okay,
so we talk tomorrow. I'm taking off.

Yo, man, I almost tripped on your carpet.

-(thudding)
-Fake sound effects.

You think Jesus might have handled
that 18-minute job for Watergate?

Certainly didn't exculpate him from much.

If anything, it adds tampering
with evidence. But is it admissible?

We have been getting some better decisions
on the proceeds of questionable arrest.

-There you go.
-Here,

you would have to make the case
that they overheard

the intercom conversation accidentally
and they didn't follow her.

Both of which is true.

Shut up, J.D.

I think I'd have a tough time
selling the point

that they showed up at the laundromat
the same time Joyce left,

if we're pretty sure
that Jesus didn't cause Brown's death.

Autopsy was inconclusive,
but that's how they've been leaning.

Then if he can help us with Judge Hardin,

-I'd say make a deal.
-(knocking) Excuse me. Hey, Captain,

if you'll just push button number three,
you can put your precinct online.

I know what that is!
That's a fuse. Two minutes!

Great, great.

Will you sit in
while we make the proposal to Jesus?

Sure.

-These babies pull a lot of juice.
-Yeah.

-Sometimes they just need a bigger fuse.
-Yeah, yeah, hurry up.

I'm getting it, I'm getting it.

-Listen, answer me a question, will you?
-What?

Which one of these broads
is the big sergeant I hear so much about?

The one who's in love with my Sally?

A, we don't have no broads working here.

And B, if we did,
they wouldn't be in love with no woman.

No, Sal, my brother. Sal Benaci?

Sal the plumber?

That guy's your brother?

Yeah!

I says to him, "I got a gig
up at the Hill Street Precinct."

He says, "Look up this big sergeant.

The chick loves to party." (moans)

Your brother must be
messed up in his thinking

since he got conked on the noggin.

-(laughs)
-Here, hold this yourself.

-Return it to the desk upstairs.
-Yeah.

You would be immune in the entire matter

involving
possible judge fixing and bribery.

In return, you would give us
testimonial and evidentiary cooperation.

(chuckles)
You people are still insulting me.

I said I knew nothing about bribes.

I made deliveries!

You don't have to admit anything, Jesus.
All we need is

to have you go to Judge Hardin
and pretend that you knew.

What about the murder charges?

There weren't any murder charges.
You were called in for questioning.

The autopsy report indicates
Attorney Brown died of a heart attack.

What about possible evidence tampering?

-Immune there, too.
-Uh-huh.

Like to have heard to your argument
against tainted confiscation, Irwin.

(chuckles) Uh, no, thank you.

I say no deal.

Now we're all gonna leave now, huh?

We're all gonna go and have a nice laugh.

Nobody's laughing, Jesus.

I want a guarantee
that I can practice law.

You want us to fix the bar exam?

No! I want a guarantee
that I ain't screwed up

with the ethics and credential panel.

-Jesus--
-Jesus nothing!

Otherwise you can forget your wire

and keep your stinking judges on the take.

I think he's got a fair concern there.

We'll make a full presentation
of the facts.

I don't think you'll have
a problem with the ethics panel.

Don't worry about that.
That's been agreed to.

I didn't touch Attorney Brown!

I went there with a tape to get
him to incriminate himself.

We're standing there,
screaming at each other,

and he fell over!

But I knew that you people
wouldn't believe that.

Jesus, the tape is not an issue.

It is to me!

It is to me.

I know what you're saying,

"Poor, dumb Martinez tried
to change the tape around."

What other choice did I have, Frankie?

You put me in jail.

You bust me at my job.

You don't believe me from word one!

All right, point taken.

What do you want me to say?

(traffic noises)

I talked to him.

Is he gonna back off?

(exhales) No.

-That crazy creep.
-Tommy, you got to understand,

a guy like this,
his reputation means everything to him.

But they didn't get us for anything.

They questioned
disposition of the evidence.

-For Vince, that's like being convicted.
-Okay, I get it.

Listen to me.

For whatever reason,
the night that this happened,

Vince didn't turn you in.

Now he says anything
about seeing what you did back then

is as much trouble for him
as it is for you. You understand?

That's why he's trying
to make a separate case.

Guy's running all around.

Thanks for finding out for me, Guid.

Tommy, you hear what I'm saying?

I think you're gonna be okay here.

You just got to do your job
and keep your nose clean.

That's right. That's how I got to do it.

Hey, look, I got to get back there.
Take care of yourself.

Yeah, you too.

All right, there's your driver's license,
there's your pay stub,

and here are two new Andrew Jacksons,

and I'm gonna see you on Friday, right?

And you, get the hell out of here.

Let's talk.

Go on.

Come on.

Forget about that thumb stuff, all right?

Uh, my Irish temper.

I'm listening.

What I'm worried about here,

we're gonna saturate the market.

That's no good for nobody.

Now, I got no particular love
for this neighborhood.

Be my guest.

All I want is a piece of your big.

You want a piece
of the interest I collect.

How about it?

No chance.

(chuckles)
Come on. I want to show you something.

(door slam)

We tried to make it easy for you, shorty.

You're gonna try and hurt me now?

Looks that way.

You too?

Ah, come on, say it.

Yes.

Thank you.
I just wanted to get that on tape.

Ahh!

-(screams)
-(sizzles)

-(grunts)
-(thud)

(grunting)

I'm a cop, ptomaine breath!

You jerks are busted!

HARDIN:
I don't have to hear this, young man.

Well, you better hear it, bro.

Because I'm getting sick
of waiting around.

I'm coming in, and I'm naming you,

and I'm gonna name
every hooker who paid you.

And I'm gonna put in the nails
on that maricón, Trousdale.

You're ridiculous.

I ain't ridiculous!

I'm just tired of waiting around

for you to do the right thing, bro.

What do you want?

JESUS: I need a vacation.

HARDIN:
I'm gonna give you a check for $3,000.

That's just once, you understand me?
Not $3,000 this year, $5,000 next.

Well, you know, I got a lot
to keep quiet about, Your Honor.

With your own bailiff getting
busted for bribe taking,

-it must be pretty hard around here.
-Hey, Trousdale's taken care of.

Now if we all sit tight for a month,
this whole thing blows away.

That ought to do it.

Well, then you better make it $5,000.

The rent in San Juan
is getting high, you know.

Hey, who's--

You're under arrest, Judge.

Ah, come on, Judge.
That's just weird, man.

-The charges?
-Bribery.

(telephone ringing)

Lieutenant Howard.

Jaga.

Where is Prunella?

Oh, not here. She wants
your reunion meeting to be this evening.

I'll make my apartment available.

Ah. Prunella said so in her letters.

You're a generous man.

Prunella has told me
she also explained in her letter

that she didn't consider
herself married to you.

And about her friendship with me?

Yeah, women change like moon.

I will pay you the full matchmaker's fee
for bringing us back together, Howard.

And many gifts. Do you like monkeys?

(laughs) I don't need anything, Jaga.

I don't think
you should get your hopes up.

My friend, my stars are all aligned.

I will go to her like a lion, to roar.

Oh! You have restored my happiness.

-Sergeant Jablonski?
-What?

Miss Dolan.

I didn't think you'd remember.

Well, you were a very memorable
khaki officer, Miss Dolan.

I just wanted to let you know
that I just passed my civil service,

I'm legitimate now.

Hey, that's very good!

Better late than never, huh?

You show real stick-to-itiveness,
Ms. Dolan.

You ought to be real proud of yourself.

Hey, look who's here.

Lieutenant Buntz.

Maureen just passed
her khaki certification, Lieutenant.

No kidding?

Do you have a minute
for me, Lieutenant Buntz?

For you, Miss Dolan? Sure, anytime.

So, uh, second time's lucky, huh?

I graduated fourth in my class.

Fourth? Wow.

Uh, what can I do for you?

Would you have dinner with me some night?

Not for anything, Miss Dolan.

Oh, please, call me Maureen.

(sighs) Yeah, well, uh,

if I'm not mistaken, Maureen,

last time you and me conversed,

I had the impression that you thought
I was a scum bucket.

Well, I know that you thought that.

I know that's the impression
I gave, but I didn't mean it.

I mean, I did mean it, but...

look...

are you busy tonight?

Judge Garvey Hardin,
resisting arrest, bribery-taking.

All those charges are complete frippery.

Never in my 17 years as a jurist

have I seen such a scandalous example
of police misconduct.

Hey. You want to shut up a minute, Judge?

That was a good shift.

Yeah, tell you the truth,
I was surprised they put us together.

I do a couple tours
with all the new assignees.

Still, two female officers,
they ever do that permanent?

Not up here.

Need a ride home or anything?

Ladies.

Can I help you?

No, taking care of one member
of this family's plenty.

I'm Vito Benaci, Sal's big brother.

-Vito Benaci.
-Kathryn McBride.

How are you?

He said you was a pistol.

He did? (chuckles)

Is she good, or what? She's in love
with him, but nobody's supposed to know.

Wait a second, Sal the plumber!

Right! Is she good or what?

Listen, you guys want to double with me
and my brother or what?

Uh, Vito?

Right, Vito.

Vito, when I go out with Sal,

she would love to go out with you.

All right for the Benaci brothers.

Yeah!

Be sure to mark your calendar book for...

-2046 maybe.
-(laughs)

(doorbell rings)

I appreciate you seeing me, Lieutenant.

You really succeeded in making me
and my tenants enemies, Mr. Styles.

Oh, sorry to hear that.

They all want me to cash their leases out
like you're doing with your tenants.

Well, I think I might have a way
of solving your problem.

I didn't have a problem
till this afternoon.

Well, I've got a proposition for you.

How about I buy you out?

You paid $62,800 at that auction?

130 grand be more than double your money.

Those people are gonna blow
that seven months' rent you give them.

They're gonna spend it all,
they're not gonna have any place to stay.

Oh, come on now. What are you,
the massa of the plantation, Lieutenant?

Worried about how the darkies
are gonna spend their wages?

Don't twist my words.

I thought we were talking about you.

$130,000 cash?

It's the only way
Lionel Styles does business.

(indistinct chatter)

(jazz music playing on stereo)

Hey, look at this.

Old habits die hard.

Hey, Tommy.

-How you doing, Mary?
-Hi, Guido.

This is Maureen Dolan.
Tom Donahue, Mary Franken.

How you doing?
What, is he trying to impress you?

Tommy and I used to close
this place up pretty regularly.

Is that right?

MAN: Detective Donahue?

Telephone.

Yeah. Be right back.

Well, we're gonna get a bite to eat here.

-It was good seeing you.
-You too.

Take care of him.

Yeah, as much as he'll let me.

Hey, you want to sit down?

(clears throat)
Me and him used to partner.

This is a nice place.

For a dump.

(sighs) So...

So, come on, Dolan. How come
the sudden change of temperature?

Something like that.

I've had you on my mind ever since I quit.

I was halfway
through my certification course

when I realized it.

I just keep imagining being back at work,

having my job back,

and I was always talking to you.

-You weren't hollering at me?
-No.

You stepped on my onions
pretty good last time we talked.

I wasn't hollering
when I was thinking about us.

Couple times, we weren't talking at all.

See ya, Guid.

Uh, what's up?

WAITRESS: Want to start with some drinks?

Uh?

Yeah.

My heart overflows with gratitude, Howard,

that you would grant me
20 minutes with Prunella.

Not at all, Jaga.

There is a clock on the mantel.

Oh, I will certainly observe it carefully.

I see that you're well aware
of Prunella's love of hats.

This? Oh, no, no, my friend.

This is the wedding helmet
of the Bemar Besar,

symbolizing that in marriage

there are two bodies but only one mind.

Very colorful.

Ooh, very strong magic.

Be sure and push that buzzer hard.

It sometime sticks.

My love will have the strength of ten!

And I hope she has an active pelvis. Hmm.

Tell the truth, Furillo.

You really don't think
your people tailed me

to find Jesus?

I wouldn't think J.D.
had that kind of initiative.

Hmph.

You tell the truth.

Do you think all those months
Jesus didn't know

what was in those envelopes
he was delivering for lawyer Brown?

What do you think was in Jesus' mind

the day Brown first offered him
a job as a paralegal?

Imagine how lucky he must have felt.

Especially considering
he falsified his transcripts

in order to get into law school.

A kid you would have laid odds

would be dead in the street
by the time he was 20,

man gives him a chance at a real career.

If I were Jesus,

I would have made it my business
not to know what was in those envelopes.

I would have thought Harold Brown a saint.

(sighs)

And I would be lighting a candle tonight

for the cops
who couldn't carry out a legal search.

All a part of the service.

Hmm.

(laughs)

That's two extra minutes,
my Melanesian friend.

Time you, faced up to reality.

(melancholic music playing)

(siren wails)

(indistinct chatter)

Who got it?

Detective Delaberto.
Somebody gut-shot him.

(sighs)

No assistance call?

He didn't call for anything.

We just found him here.

Maybe he knew the guy.

Oh, no, no!

Oh, my God!

(exhales)

(sighs) I'm gonna have to take you home.
Where do you live?

Delaware and Amherst. What happened?

Guy got killed.

Did you know him?

I know who got him, too. (starts engine)

(engine revs)

(indistinct conversations over radio)

(theme music plays)