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All right, everybody,
listen up, listen up!

Item one is what you've already
heard on the news media.

We finally got a make on the Creeper.

(cheering)

He's this maniac that's been on a rampage.

He's a suspect in at least nine murders
both here and upstate,

in addition to sexual assaults
and God knows what else.

Now, late last night,
the state police forensics

managed to lift a print
from this guy's last appearance upstate.

From that,
they managed to make a positive ID.

The guy's a jailrat,
name of Albert Sawyer,

Male, Cauc., 5'8'' and 140.

There's a full description
in your hot sheets.

There's also a mug shot.

Now, this same photo
is gonna be plastered in all the papers

as well as on all of the news programs.

So this might be the break
that's gonna flush this guy out.

(indistinct chatter)

On the other hand, this kind of exposure

also buys a huge increase
in false sightings,

and it ups the risk of copycat incidents,
and we also pay a price,

which I don't have to tell
all of the tour patrols,

in general community anxiety.

General anxiety,

that means when everyone in the city
sleeps with a piece under his pillow.

Yeah, that's what it means, John.

And it also means
that I'm gonna have to pull

Tenelli and Galvin off street patrol

because the department's commandeering
two uniforms

from every precinct
for temporary assignment to their,

to their domestic security
evaluation program.

It also means that every poor slob
who forgets his door key

or who is selling brushes door to door

-runs a good chance of getting whacked.
-Especially if he's white and five-eight.

Now, if this maniac is Upstate,
I hope they catch him up there.

I don't care
if they catch him in Timbuktu.

But if Mr. Albert Sawyer
is on our streets,

I don't want us to miss him.

I want him caught... today.

(suspenseful music playing)

-MAN: Hey, over here.
-MAN 2: Hey, how you doing?

(action music plays)

(videogame sounds)

(action music continues)

(indistinct chatter)

(dramatic music)

(action music continues)

(speaking Spanish)

Get out of here!

(engine sputtering)

Get out! No!

Get outta here!

(woman shouting in Spanish)

(yelling)

DISPATCH: All units,
attempted 213, Melton and Hillside.

Suspect is said to match
description of Albert Sawyer.

Subject of APB
considered extremely dangerous.

-(siren wailing)
-2202, 5th and Broad responding.

Acknowledge. 2203.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct shouting)

-(grunts)
-Hey, man!

(yelling in Spanish)

(yelling in Spanish)

(tires screech)

(mob yelling)

MAN: Get him off of there!

(sirens wailing)

(tires screech)

All right! Police officer!

Put that gun away! Put it away!

RENKO: Get out of my way!
I gotta go in here!

Stand back! You all stand back!

-Get back!
-Get off of him! Get off of him!

Let's look at this.

All right, now,
I don't want nobody touching me.

Nobody touching anybody here now.

Come on! Get back! Come on! Get back!

Come on!

-Get him in the car.
-I mean it! You stay away from this car!

-(siren wailing)
-Stay away from this car.

(racket)

If you so desire and cannot afford one,
an attorney will be appointed for you

without charge.
You understand these specific rights

-as I give 'em to you?
-Yeah.

You think we oughta get him to a hospital?

They want to kill me.

(siren wails)

We got him! We got him!

What's your name?

I'm who everyone's looking for.

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 plays)

(cheerful music playing)

(siren wailing)

Okay. Make way. Come on now.

Let them through, people.
Let them through. Make way.

(racket)

Was it the cops
or the civilians who beat him?

Do you feel sorry for your victims?

-Did he get Miranda?
-Yes, sir.

Give us anything?

Well, sir, he says
he's the one we're looking for.

REPORTER: Chief. Chief Daniels.

-Stan?
-Chief Daniels.

Composite hit him right
on the button, huh?

We have to set up
a temporary press room down in roll call.

We have to keep these reporters down there

while we bring in witnesses
for the lineup.

-Real three-ring job, huh?
-Frank, your office.

Stan, I'm gonna work squad room
the rest of the shift,

-help out with logistics.
-Good going, Luce.

Melvin, make sure all those media people
have press passes,

which should be checked downstairs.

RENKO: I see. So police
are eligible for the reward money

for the capture of this Creeper fella.

Yes, I know. I realize I'm only talking
to the Chamber of Commerce, sir,

but, uh,
yes, I do realize that other organizations

are also contributing money to this fund.

Yes, sir.

I'd be glad to talk to you some more,
but I'm gonna have to get back to you.

I will, I assure you, real soon.

You've got an arrest report
to file, Andrew.

Yes, Sergeant, I do.
Yes, police are eligible.

-I heard the conversation.
-Wanna get a guess

what this guy gave me
as to how much money is in that?

Renko, there are gonna be other people
up for that money besides--

One quarter of a million dollars.

Are you serious?

So, worse case,
we only get half of it, right?

That's 62.5 each.

Renko, you're gonna get a heart
attack before you spend one--

Guys, how about some pictures right here?

Pictures. You, you, you, come over here.

You have your picture made, okay?

Stand right up here against the wall here.

Like this here. Take it.

Hell of a thing for us, huh, Frank?

I was afraid they were gonna
capture him up north.

-They think he'd just come off a bus.
-So how are we handling it?

He's being booked.
We'll arraign this afternoon.

I mean the media.
Where we having the press conference?

We're checking
the credentials in roll call.

Great. We'll do it down there.

I understand the good folks
in the neighborhood

roughed Mr. Sawyer up a bit
before our uniforms arrived.

He's suspect in four murders in that area.

I'm trying to remember

why it would've been a bad thing
if they'd finished him off.

Now, let's see,
for the people at the podium,

I want the cops who made the bust,

the civilians
who were involved in the capture--

Of course, you, Frank,
standing right beside me.

Hill and Renko
were the arresting officers.

Good. We'll collect them on the way down.

Once in a while, it all
comes up sevens, hey, my friend?

We're gonna make every damn edition.

-Joyce.
-Hi, Irwin.

-Did you draw Sawyer?
-At least through intake.

I can't believe the guy's file.

Just for openers, we're charging
in three rapes, two ADWs,

two B&Es, a kidnap, and four counts
of murder, special circumstances.

Wait till you hear
from the outlying districts.

Have you seen him yet?

-Just going in.
-Ask him if he knows any good therapists.

Ms. Davenport, interrogation A.

Would you wait right outside the door?

(door closes)

My name's Joyce Davenport, Mr. Sawyer.

I've been assigned to represent you

if you don't have the means
to hire a private attorney.

Right.

Have you made a statement to the police?

I know what to do.

Did you receive any of those injuries
after you were arrested?

You tell me.

They're going to be taking you
to a lineup any second.

Tell me if you were hurt

while you were being captured
or afterward.

It was the people in the street.

Do you know
what takes place during a lineup?

-I understand.
-There are going to be people,

victims in the crimes you're suspected of,
who will try to identify--

I said I understand.

Look, you're making me afraid,

and I don't want to have
to have a guard in here.

And I don't want to have
to conduct a defense that way.

But if you're trying to frighten me,
I want you to stop it.

I ain't trying to frighten you.

All right. I'm sorry.

Let's go on. Uh?

(telephone ringing)

Belker.

Hi.

What do you mean?

I don't know what that means, Robin.

Either it is time or it isn't time.

I'm coming home. Don't go anywhere.

I love you.

(indistinct chatter)

You people aren't gonna find out
anything more up here.

Now, go downstairs
to the press conference.

-Personal time, Sarge.
-Yeah.

Hey, uh, Mick, is it the baby? Is this it?

I don't know! Maybe!

(loud overlapping chatter)

WOMAN: Chief, why did you decide

to go public
with the Creeper's picture, Chief?

Was it because the police
weren't getting anywhere on their own?

I have been proud of law enforcement
in our department and throughout the state

since this nightmare
began three weeks ago.

The simple fact is
that given the high degree

of public awareness and concern
about the so-called Creeper's activities,

by circulating his picture,
we were able, in effect,

to deputize
the entire community to assist us.

That kind of cooperation
is always desirable.

(clamoring)

The community did more
than just assist you.

We understand
that they actually caught the guy.

You are not going to sell
police-civilian relations

in the capture of Mr. Sawyer
as having been adversarial, gentlemen.

The fact is,
we are deeply indebted and grateful

to individuals like Mr. Sanchez here

for their preliminary work

in bringing the so-called Creeper to bay.

Congratulations, Manolo.

Thank you very much. You know, I'd like
to become a police officer myself.

Oh. You'd make a fine one.
Why don't you apply?

You mean that?

Absolutely. You've demonstrated
your bravery and your public spiritedness.

And those are the very qualifications
the department is looking for.

I'm a Vietnam veteran, sir.

-That'd help, right?
-Yes.

Because I've been on unemployment
for the last 19 weeks,

and besides reward money,
I could use this job.

Mr. Sanchez, you fill out an application,

and I will see to it personally.

-I'd also like to thank--
-God bless you, Chief. God bless you.

It's a great day for us all.

God bless this country!
The hell with the Creeper!

(applause, cheering)

-MAN: Couple more questions--
-MAN 2: Chief Daniels--

(clamoring)

(tires screeching)

(engine revs)

(tires screech)

-(horns honk)
-Is this it?

-This is it.
-This is it. Alright.

MAN (honks the horn):
Hey, move your car! I wanna get to work!

(honking continues)

All right!

(honking continues)

Let's go! Come on, man!

Move your car!

(engine starts)

-(engine revs)
-(tires screech)

WOMAN (shudders): Number three.

I think that's the one.

Can you say definitely?

Yes. Number three.

Thank you, Mrs. Prince.
That's all we need.

Congratulations. You picked the suspect.

That was him?

That's him, number three.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Finished with intake?

I suppose it was routine.

But his eyes,
the way he looked at me, Frank,

I was terrified.

He's not exactly
your run-of-the-mill defendant.

Sawyer deserves a lawyer who's not
too frightened to give him a defense.

Different lawyers
are right for different clients.

You think I should withdraw?

It's pretty obvious
this one's way beyond the call of duty.

Capital case, automatic appellate review.

Could be
three or four years out of your life.

It was just the first intake.

I saw a replay
of your press conference, Furillo.

You think I talked too much?

(laughs)

-(telephone ringing)
-How you doing, Stan?

Who ordered that stuff?

I knew you'd have a mob scene here,

so I figured, hey, people gotta eat.

I got crullers here.
I got three different kinds of Danish.

And Manuel's right behind me
with the coffee.

Jerry, I appreciate the thought,
but it's only gonna make

-for more crowd control.
-Got any sandwiches?

Sandwiches? Yeah.
They should be along around noon.

This food is not for the uniforms.

It's for the press downstairs.

-You know where roll call is?
-Yeah. Yeah, sure.

You got it, Stan.

Stan, uh,
any chance of getting a look at him?

-Who?
-Abraham Lincoln.

(laughs) Who do you think?

The Creeper.
Where is he, in a cell downstairs?

Jerry, please, I got my hands full today.

Forget I asked, all right?

Hey, great score for you guys, huh, Norm?

-The Emperor Wacko.
-What do you want?

I got some stuff that might be
in the background music,

some items that may be connected
to this creep.

The minute I was approached,
I hurried over.

-What kind of items?
-Oh, watches, jewelry.

This chick's been fencing
his stuff all along.

You knew this before
and you didn't get it to us?

No, I didn't know.
She just told me the story.

How'd you leave it with her?

Made a meet for a couple of hours.

She's bringing the pieces?

Correct.

I got to get a warrant.
You'll be wearing a wire.

Yeah.

Look, Sid, don't get
all hurt on me now, all right?

-I didn't mean to wound your feelings.
-Well, I mean,

I'm a human being, too, Norm.

You think I would know about a guy
like this without giving him up?

Forget that he's a monster.

Off the reward money,
I could retire to Ft. Lauderdale.

Mr. Lopez, I have your name,
and I have your account of the incident.

-What you gonna do about it?
-Put it in my report.

Yeah? Wait, I want to see.

-Meaning what?
-You're up for a taste

of that reward yourself.
How do I know what you putting in there?

You know, you're lucky you're standing
in a police station, pal--

You filed a job application,
and I've got your name in my report.

-So would you now please just leave?
-Both of you go home.

You got it was me that hit him
with the baseball bat?

-I got it.
-Because that's what slowed him down.

Don't worry about slowing him down.

These guys ain't giving up
ten cents of that reward money.

You know what? This is the second time
you have called me a thief,

so I strongly suggest
that you ándale out of here

before I refry your beans, boy.

-Come on, Paco.
-Get out of here, Paquito.

You're a ladrón, man.

You imagine the stones on that guy,
trying to think I'm gonna ace him--

-You spell his name right?
-I spelled his name right.

I don't like your tone of voice, neither.

-Mr. Sanchez?
-Yeah?

Uh, could you come here a second, please?

On this application form that you filed,

my eyes are going,

is that a three or an eight
in your Social Security number?

-Three.
-Oh, and this here,

you didn't fill in this block.

"Have you ever been convicted
of a felony?"

He told me to leave that blank.

-Who was that?
-The police chief.

I was convicted, see,
but it was a long time ago.

-It was when I was just a kid.
-This was a juvenile offense?

I robbed a store,
and I did a two-year bit when I was 20.

Now, look, the police chief
said I was gonna get this job.

Um, Mr. Sanchez, I think that the, uh,

I think the department has regs
on accepting an applicant

who has a felony jacket.

PACO: You hear that, bro? That's
how they gonna do everything, man.

-Get the chief on the phone.
-I'm gonna file the application.

-I'm just telling you about policy.
-Yeah, you just put it through, man.

I'm gonna to the police chief

because he said he was gonna handle
this for me!

(pants)

(moans)

-Are you all right?
-I'm fine.

(panting)

-(moans)
-Take it easy.

-Nurse!
-No, Mick!

This woman is in terrible pain!

-I'm all right.
-You're in pain! Nobody comes!

Mick, will you take a break?

No. I want to stay here and help you.

No, no, I'm not even two centimeters yet.
There's nothing to do.

Just go. Go ahead. Take a walk. (sighs)

All right. You sure?

Yeah. Honestly.
I think I'll try to take a nap.

All right.

-I'll be back in a couple of minutes.
-Okay.

-You're all right? All right.
-Yeah.

(siren wailing)

WOMAN (over radio):
If this stuff came to me any other way,

I'd be asking for five figures.

Yeah, but are we sure
it's all from the Creeper?

He put it from his hand to mine.

Sometimes, I would touch,
like, a brooch or something...

(voice trembling) and I hear the voices...

screaming.

You should see a doctor about that, Alice.

He made me fence for him, Sid.

I was too afraid to tell him no.

He was basing all the time. He was crazy.

I mean, sometimes, I'd give him money

even when he didn't have anything to sell.

That's how bad he scared me.

SID: You gotta put
this guy on scholarship.

ALICE: You want to know
why I was so scared to do anything?

You want me to tell you
some of the things he did?

Yeah.

I ask him once,

I said, "Hey, what are you smiling for?"

He said, "Hey, Alice,

everything comes off."

I didn't know.

(voice breaking)
I thought he was asking me to strip.

He said he...

He said he tore this woman's
face off with his own hands.

(sobbing) He said he tore out her tongue.

(crying)

"Everything comes off, Alice."

(sobbing) Oh, God!

(sobbing) Oh, my God!

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Okay.

Well, you want this or not?

It's $1,200.

Yeah.

Let's do business.

Ms. Davenport?

-What is it? What's wrong with him?
-Herb Elman.

You said you had urgent news
about my brother.

Well, I'm afraid I stretched
the bounds of veracity a bit there.

I wanted a chance at you
away from that zoo.

Wait a minute--

Joyce, did you follow
the Larry Larson case?

This isn't about my brother--

There were 51 other executions
in this country in the last nine years.

Did you ever wonder
why Larson got more exposure

than all the rest of them put together?

You listen to me--

I made over $200,000 for Larry Larson

and the heirs to his estate,
Joyce, and believe me,

if I'd been Larry's lawyer's agent

and he'd been as beautiful
as you are, well-- (chuckles)

-That figure might have had--
-Even if you wind up attaching yourself

to one of the principals in this case,

you and I have had our last conversation.

-Would you at least take my card?
-Go to hell.

-MAN: You holding, Ardis?
-MAN 2: You got 40 bucks?

-(paper rustling)
-MAN: How's this look?

ARDIS: Like Andrew Jackson
and the Hamilton brothers.

-All right.
-Bye, boys.

How long?

Five minutes, man. Wait in the lobby.

-WOMAN: (speaking over PA)
-(phones ringing)

Hospital security, sir.

All right, you want to take
your hands off me?

You're in a narcotics
dispensation area, pal.

-I'm gonna have to search your pockets.
-What's going on, Tony?

Search his pockets. I bet
you'll find 40 bucks' worth of drugs.

-Say what?
-You'd better come with me, too, Ardis.

-Let's straighten this out.
-Hey, look. No.

The only thing
you're gonna find in my pockets is

$40 worth of concert tickets!

Let's go inside there
and straighten this out.

If Laidlaw from the Times calls,
tell him I'll be back at 2:30.

We can talk about politics,
the Creeper, whatever he wants.

What about the mayor?

I'm late.

Tell him I had a nooner.

Hey, Chief!

-Mr. Sanchez.
-They're giving me a runaround

-about my police application.
-Did you fill out the forms?

Yeah, but they say that thing
about a conviction.

Hey, Chief, can you just give me
a second, all right?

I didn't know you had
a record, Mr. Sanchez.

That was another life back then, Chief.

-Now, you promised you'd help me!
-I'm not God.

We do have application requirements.

So how come they let
liars and promisers in, huh?

I caught your Creeper, didn't I?
Me and my wife, we risked our lives!

For which you have our gratitude.

There's my gratitude!
You want my gratitude?

-(thud)
-Let's handle this carefully.

That's it, huh? This is it?
This is what I get?

I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding.

I have been authorized
to that area for 11 years!

I misunderstood your conversation
in the men's room. I said I'm sorry.

Mr. Belker's wife is expecting, gentlemen.

He's under considerable stress.

Then why don't you get him back
on the maternity floor!

Well, if you're done with him,

I think that's exactly
what we'd like to do.

No problem here.

All right. Enjoy the concert.

I hope your baby takes after its mama.

(growls)

Don't feel too badly, Detective. (sighs)

This sort of behavior
isn't all that uncommon

in expectant fathers.

We call it paternal parturition psychosis.

I'm a cop. I thought
they were making a drug deal.

The syndrome can manifest
as skin irritation, hives, eczema,

in addition to the delusional episodes.

This was not delusional.

Uh, my mistake.

I suppose you're gonna tell me
you growl like that all the time, too.

-Stan?
-Captain.

-How are you holding up?
-I'll make it.

You know, this sort of thing
brings out every angle guy

and bing-bong in a forest.

I hear they're setting up special holding
for Sawyer on Michigan Avenue.

Well, I don't care where they put him,
Captain, so long as it ain't here.

Well, Raymond said 3:00.
After that, he's out of our hands.

Tick-tock.

Want a ride to arraignment?

Half an hour?

Sorry about the excited-law-student
routine this morning, I...

I mean, from where you're sitting,
it's a different kind of experience.

-It's who's sitting next to me.
-What's he like?

I don't think I formed
any rational impressions.

I was reacting so strongly
to my own feelings.

Filing change of representation
re: Albert Sawyer. Thank you.

-What's going on?
-I don't know.

Mr. Sawyer?

We decided to change. No offense to you.

Your son's agreed to this?

Was this young lady Albert's lawyer?

This is her.

Marty Dignan, Ms. Davenport.
A pleasure to know you.

-How do you know my name?
-Don't underestimate your celebrity.

In certain circles, we hear a lot

about a brilliant, enabled public defender
up in these parts.

Getting a little deep in here.

Who's married to a precinct captain.

If you want to recommend

that your son change lawyers,
that's your prerogative,

but if Mr. Dignan has suggested
to either of you

that I'll provide anything less
than full and satisfactory representation

because I'm married to someone in--

That's just one of a whole array of facts
I've asked Mr. Sawyer to consider.

You don't really want to stay on
this thing, hm?

I think I'd like to talk to my client.

Sir, how can you include people

who contributed to the composite drawing?

Doesn't that seem like a little too much
right there? That's 20 extra people.

Well, how long's that gonna take?

Yeah, well, can I suggest to you

that your distinguished
citizens-advisory commission

somehow concentrate on the people

who actually made the capture,
whoever those cops were?

Uh-huh. I understand.

-(hangs up)
-Thank you very much.

How long?

Eight months.

How many claims?

42 as of 2:30.

(telephone ringing)

It's gonna help. Thanks, Sid.

Sorry I didn't grease her more, but I, uh,

-I just couldn't listen anymore.
-Yeah, yeah, no problem.

It all spends, huh, Norm?

I'll see ya, Sid.

Excuse me.

I'm one of the people
involved with this man.

-Oh, you're here for the lineup.
-Yes, sir. I can identify him.

-What's your name, sir?
-Frederick Spears.

You. You go downstairs.

Sir, you can come with me.

Captain Furillo,
I'm with the Post Gazette, sir.

Nothing more from here
till after the arraignment.

Understood,
but I think I have a hot tip for you.

That guy
that they just brought in to lineup,

-says his name is Frederick Spears?
-What about him?

Well, they never gave out pictures.

I don't know
what the guy actually looks like,

but the Spears that got beaten up
by the Creeper, whose wife was killed?

that man was in a coma till six days ago.

I mean, I don't see
how that guy could be him.

Excuse me.

HENRY: Look straight ahead.

Number six.

That's it.

Thank you, Mr. Spears.

I got him, didn't I?

Off the record, yes.

What happens now?

Well, you're the last ID for now.

We're taking him to court to be arraigned.

-When does he go on trial?
-Probably not for quite a while.

-Frederick Spears?
-That's right.

Would you go with this officer, please?

-What the hell, Frank?
-Imposter.

-(indistinct chatter)
-(typing)

Hey, Sergeant Jablonski
told me to bring you this.

All right for the sarge.

Um, how many you got back there?

Just one.

Must have sent extra. There you go.

-Thanks.
-(laughs)

My uncle's been in a coma
ever since it happened.

The doctors say it's gonna be permanent.

He won't die.

He'll just stay like he is.

That's a terrible thing, Mr. Spears,

but you can't take your uncle's place.

And you have to realize

your identification
of Mr. Sawyer isn't valid.

I just wanted to see him.

I can't explain it.

I just had to see,

face to face...

see who he could be...

to do these things.

Go home, Mr. Spears.

He'll get what's coming to him, now.

(door closes)

-Sarge.
-How's it going?

-How come we're using outside food?
-What do you mean?

You sent this guy Jerry in with food.

Get some uniforms down here.

Stop it, man! You're making me dizzy!

Where is he? Where'd they take him?

Jerry?

Leave me alone, Stan!

Are you crazy?

I mean it! Where'd they take him?

Don't be a damn fool.

Drop the gun before you get killed.

I had prostate surgery
three years ago, Stan, a tumor.

I don't care what happens to me!

These would hurt you worse.

I explained to Ms. Davenport

that when you spoke
to your dad on the telephone,

you gave him permission
to get a private attorney.

Uh-huh.

If memory serves, it was Joey, Leo's dad

who contacted me
originally in his defense.

I think I originally was contacted
by his father in that case, too.

JOYCE: If that's what you want,
I'm willing to turn over

your defense, Mr. Sawyer,
but I don't want you to decide

based on mistaken ideas
about my loyalties.

I am married to a police officer.

He's actually the Hill Street captain.

But I secure a higher percentage
of dismissals and acquittals for clients

arrested in this precinct
than any other lawyer.

Any other public defender.

Any other lawyer.

I don't know you.

If you're guilty of the crimes
you'll be charged with,

I don't pretend I'll be sympathetic

or understanding of that,

but that doesn't mean I won't defend you

as aggressively or resourcefully as I can.

End of speech.

-I gotta decide now?
-MARTY: We're about to go to court.

I think I'll use her.

Stan, Stan, forget
you're a cop for just a minute.

Don't you wish I'd killed this maniac?

-No.
-I don't believe it.

Suit yourself.

All right, now.
Now, gimme the straight goods.

Jerry, the straight goods is we've known
each other for a long time,

and you're supposed
to make allowances for friends,

but when I see you
in here waving a piece around

pulling all of this "avenging angel" crap,
a screwball is a screwball.

Now, maybe you got better intentions
than this other wacko,

but I'm glad
you're both gonna be locked up.

Take his picture.

(telephone ringing)

You ever gonna get that AR
on Sawyer in to me--

-Got it right here, Sarge.
-Well, see, what the delay was, Sarge,

is every civilian Tom, Dick, and Harry
trying to put their name down

on our arrest report
so they can get that reward money.

I wasn't gonna say anything, Renko,

but it just so happens now that you
brought it up about greedy people--

That call, that 213 on Sawyer today,

-that was in our sector.
-Your sector?

-Yeah, our sector.
-Well, no, it was all units, wasn't it?

-It was all units.
-It was our sector.

No, Sgt., we acknowledged
and the dispatcher cleared us.

-We were trying to acknowledge--
-You got there late! What's the problem?

There's no problem, Renko,
except I'm just getting frosted.

Every time I go by you today,
you're on the phone.

You're trying to get your little snout
in that reward committee's trough

trying to get some money,
and then, oh, now you complain

about the civilians being greedy,
it just... forget it.

You know, Sergeant,
if it makes any difference,

there's about 50 people
trying to get this money.

-BOBBY: As of 2:00 p.m.
-And I'm out of line.

-HOWARD: Gentlemen!
-Hey, how you doing, Lieutenant?

Say, quite an armful you got there.

Busting the Creeper's gonna close down
half our actives, Lieutenant.

-I'm on my way to his arraignment.
-What for?

Fascination with the abomination,
observe the phenomenon firsthand.

-You guys care to join me?
-No, thanks, Lieutenant.

They say there's a lottery for admission.

-Yeah, hope you make it in, lieutenant.
-Thank you.

-Phenomena?
-You live and learn, Neal.

-I thought the guy was just a scum bucket.
-(chuckles)

IRWIN: Disorderly conduct and threats
against a public official.

According to the arrest report,

you attempted forcible entry

at the office of Police Chief Daniels.

Mr. Sanchez, you threatened
battery against the chief.

Your Honor, this incident resulted

from a minor misunderstanding
which has been cleared up.

We would decline to prosecute.

Where have I seen you, sir?

This a return engagement?

-I was arrested 12 years ago.
-Last few days.

You may have seen Mr. Sanchez
on television today, Your Honor.

-I helped catch the Creeper.
-Is that so?

Should have quit while you were ahead.

-Dismissed.
-(gavel bangs)

BAILIFF: Albert Sawyer,
statute violation 783 through seven,

1217, 1244, four counts of statute 148.

Counsel's been arranged?

Yes, Your Honor.

Martin Dignan, Your Honor.

I believe Mr. Sawyer wishes
a change of counsel.

That's not my understanding, Your Honor.

Want to help us here, Mr. Sawyer?

-I want him.
-Meaning Mr. Dignan?

So indicate.

Why'd you change your mind?

I was just making him sweat a little.

What are you talking about?

He's getting all kind of money
for his story, but they want this lawyer.

-MARTY: Excuse me.
-Who wants it?

That guy.

Some kind of agent.

MARTY: Request arraignment
be postponed 24 hours, Your Honor.

-So ordered. (bangs gavel)
-(spectators murmuring)

(siren wailing)

(siren stops)

Paco Lopez,
he's sitting right around the corner.

-You know where he's at?
-He robbed me, and then he sits there.

-All right, get in the back.
-Come on.

(siren wails)

Paco Lopez! There he is!

Okay, great. Get down on the floor.

On the floor!

(siren stops)

Put your hands up, Paco!

LUCY: Up where we can see them, Paco!

What's the matter?

What, are you crazy? Come on.

Paco, you're under arrest,
assault, robbery.

You guys ain't gonna give me
any straight money, man!

This is my only way I got to do it!

I don't know what you talking about.

The only thing you're getting
this way is busted.

Damn it! Damn it!

(siren wailing)

(indistinct yelling)

He's got a gun
and he's gonna kill himself!

Okay, ma'am, step over here, please.

All right, folks, just step back!

It's your old friend, Manolo.
You're gonna have to get back.

-He's got a gun!
-Ma'am, stand back here, please.

Manolo!

Put the gun down, Manolo!

Combat situation,
it's a different story, man!

Over there, a man's word is
something you can count on!

Over there, you can bet your life
on what a man promises you!

-(shot)
-Do not discharge that weapon again!

But it ain't like that here,

with all the lies and the crap
they're giving you.

They expect you to stand still for it!

Manolo, I know you're upset
at what happened today!

I got handled! I got robbed!

Listen to me now!

Nobody's gonna get nowhere
talking like that, pal!

I was gonna be a cop, man.
I helped catch him.

-Yes, you did!
-I did!

You're damn right you did!

We helped catch him, man.

Now...

(sobbing)

what do we got to show for it?

Now I ain't got nothing!

Look at my car!

Man, I was gonna be a cop.

Give me the gun, Manolo.

Manolo, let me have the gun.

I ain't got a permit for it,
man, I'm telling you now.

There I was, rattling off statistics

about my rate
of dismissals and acquittals.

I felt like a soap salesman.

I didn't know your office
kept those kinds of statistics.

We don't.

But Dignan made me so angry telling...

Sawyer I was in bed
with the precinct captain.

Well, when he's right, he's right.

(chuckles)

Then when Sawyer said
he wanted me to represent,

I heard a little voice inside,

"Nice going, Davenport."

I didn't want to load the dice
while you were deciding,

-but I'm glad you're not defending him.
-(sighs)

Five years in company with that.

It may take someone

who feeds on all the hoopla
and glitz surrounding him.

I think maybe Sawyer has the right man.

We've got that much in common.

I started the day off capturing
that damn Creeper,

and I'm gonna end up going to jail.

Oh, come on, pal, if we was gonna pop you,

do you think we'd be sitting
here trying to sober you up?

You ain't the only person
that's had some heartaches today.

You guys got some police chief.

He doesn't make the rules, Mr. Sanchez.

He could have busted you.

You were down there trying to threaten him
in his own office this afternoon.

-He is a jerk, though.
-(laughs)

We just saw somebody on TV,
and he looks like you.

And, well, we were wondering--

Yeah, that was Manolo.
He's the guy that captured the Creeper.

Little girl,
do you recognize me and my partner?

We were the ones that was--

Manolo, tell her about it.

I was the guy
that hit him with a baseball bat.

He came into my apartment
and tried to attack my wife.

I heard a noise in the hall, so I go out,

and the Creeper jumps me
from behind and knocks me down.

So I get up and run back in my house,

and he's attacking my wife.

So I grab the baseball bat,
and I knock him down.

Then I start beating on him,

and he runs out the window,

and I chase him
down the fire escape and into the hall

and down into the alley.

And I corner him,
and I start beating on him,

and he can't get away.
That was me, Manolo Sanchez.

And I whipped on him good.

DOCTOR: Okay, Robin, come on.

Come on. Push. Robin, give me a good push.

-Come on, honey, push!
-I'm pushing!

More, Robin. Come on.

Good. Okay, relax.

Relax. Do your breathing.

Yeah, steady, steady. Do your breathing.

It's coming again.

Working up
some psychogenic hives, Detective?

Bear down. Bear down. Bear down, Robin.

-Okay, bear down!
-Come on, come on!

There's the head. There's the head.

Can you see the head?

-Yeah! Come on, honey!
-There it is!

Here it is. Here it is.
Here it comes. Here it comes.

Robin! Robin, it's a boy.

(baby crying)

Hi. Oh...

We have a boy.

We have a son.

(emotional music playing)

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