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Sector B patrols up profile at

the Clark redevelopment construction site.

Pop whoever's been stealing the bricks.

Seven, ongoings and undercovers.

Two units are alerted for Muller and Crane,

clerks at the ML King

And Bragan and Zachary, junkies in the stop and cop blocks.

And Detective Belker's at the Woof and Gardens.

He's after that cat burglar who's been mauling

the residences there.

Item Eight, memo from Division Commander Svenson

re personnel experiencing illness the day

prior to starting their vacations.

- Lieutenant, noise complaint on the S.O.I.L. house.

- Get O'Brien and Philips when they come up, okay?

- Yeah. - Or hang on!

I think there's a notify officer on this address.

- Schwartzman.

Belker!

He ain't here.

Excuse me?

No, ma'am, he ain't here.

This is Hill Street.

Well, I'm sorry if my voice doesn't sound familiar.

Well, if that's who you are, then you ought to know he...

Look, is this urgent?

All right.

If I see him, I will let him know.

Yes, I'm leaving a message.

You were dizzy, but you're feeling better now.

You love him and it's gonna cool off tonight

so he doesn't need to leave the air conditioner on.

That's it? That's the message?

Mrs. Belker, he ain't here. This is night shift.

- Yeah? Lieutenant Goldblume?

You got a please notify on 1416 Clarendon?

These S.O.I.L. house people?

- Hi. - Hi. We off?

- You're being awfully good about this dinner, Furillo.

I could say you got the plague.

- Thought we already used that one.

Can we make an early exit, though?

I'm bushed.

- You have my solemn vow, darlin'.

Me and Robert will be finished no later than 11:15.

Yes, ma'am. I love you, too.

You're my alibi, Bobby.

- Serious overtime on Magruder trial deposition, Daryl Ann.

- All that paperwork? - Right.

He didn't go spending no $100 to meet some country western

singer backstage, no, sir.

- Wait a minute, Bobby.

Angel ain't just some country and western singer.

He... - Hey, Renko?

This guy's got a delivery.

- Yes, sir.

- WGZZ, Meet the Man contest, Number 14?

- Yes, sir, Andrew J. Renko. - Benjamin Franklin.

- Well, you must be the real country fan, Mr., uh...

Knowing all them facts about Bobby's life like that.

- I wouldn't know Bobby Angel from Charlie's Angels, pal.

I'm a ticket broker.

We bought this from the guy who won.

Get backstage. You ask for Bear.

- Bear.

Well, I know as a responsible human husband,

I should be suffering deep budgetary remorse.

But right now, you're looking at one happy cowboy.

- Burger before the show, cowboy?

- Uh-huh.

- I'm getting off the night watch,

going on days tomorrow morning. I think 0800.

- This creep's scaring these old people so bad.

I'm afraid someone's gonna die.

Other night, he came into a lady's living room

right through the ceiling.

- Oh, garage.

- Uh, not in this old place. Old garbage chute.

Now he either goes through there or up the fire escape.

Nasty stakeout.

- Oh, I done a lot of dumpsters before.

This ain't so bad.

- I'm on a two-hour circuit.

- I'll see you in a couple of hours.

- Holler if you need me. - Will do.

- J. D.? - Hmm?

- You still staying at your brother-in-law's?

- 'Til tomorrow, yeah. - Yeah.

Renko says the fastest way to get to work from there

is Clifford Avenue.

- Uh-uh. Portland. - You see?

- That's right, Andy. Portland's got no left 69.

- Guys talk pretty big for people who ain't lived

in the same neighborhood like I have for eight years.

- Takes me 20 minutes to get to work.

- But you only live on 87th. - Hey, it takes me 20.

I leave at 6:25. - You lie.

- I lie, Renko? I lie about a lot of stuff.

Not about when I leave for work.

- Wait a minute.

Now you mean Portland from Height Circle Street?

Shot up there to Maplewood? - Right, 6:25.

- Robert, I think I'm gonna be able to finance

my backstage visit.

Okay, $100, you and me says Renko's route is faster.

- Portland to Hudson to Deckert? - Renko...

- That's right, that's right.

Portland to Hudson to Deckert, okay?

We got a wager, 6:25 tomorrow morning.

You take your route, I'll take mine.

- A yard? Well, you got it.

- You got it.

Okay, seconds on the car verifying route and speed.

- Right. - Bobby, you be my second?

- I'm not gonna get up at 6:00 in go all the way across town...

- Hey, Tony, get one for the series.

Victory margin total time?

- Don't go south on me now, brother.

Now, lieutenant, would you please be the referee?

- Referee? You've got a contest?

What's the...

- No, it's not a contest. It's not a bet.

It's somebody making a charitable contribution

to the Andrew J. Renko budget-balancing campaign.

Time for the campaign, okay? Time for the concert.

I'll talk to you later.

- Where you gonna get the money, Rockefeller?

- Full faith in the credit of Parnelli J. Renko.

- Don't start with me, Blackie.

Blackie, don't start with me!

All right, okay.

But you know how you are with weisswurst.

- Ah-ah-ah, where's your mask?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Oh, sorry.

Thought you were one of my students.

We've been mixing vanadium stains.

It's very toxic.

- Well, I heard that you sometimes let people...

I mean, hobbyists who aren't students use the school kiln.

- Sure. What you got?

- Well, it's rough stuff.

The pots I made on the kitchen table.

- Well, a coil pot, slab pot with weaving.

That's very ambitious. And?

- Uh, I bought the unfinished horse, you know.

Painted it with this china glaze.

It's for a kid I know.

- Very nice work.

Well, this will fire about three hours.

Of course, the pots will take a lot longer.

- Well, if it doesn't matter to you, I would like

to wait for that horse. Is that possible?

I mean, tomorrow's the kid's birthday.

So it's...

- Did you bring a book?

- What kind of book was I supposed to bring?

- No, just something so you could kill time.

- Oh, I'm not gonna get bored.

And I'm not gonna drive you crazy either

with a bunch of questions.

- What's your name? - Lucy Bates.

- Tom Hopper. - Hi. How are you?

Ooh.

You from the police?

- How you allow something like this to happen.

- Ain't no way we can live with this noise!

They got to go!

- Living in there like kids.

I live way down far, and I can smell the bottle.

- What happened to our agreement?

No volume over 60 decibels!

No speeches after 5:00!

Calvin, I didn't come here to shout!

I came to talk!

- Might come in there and scream for more sounds.

I used to be so laid back.

But now I have to take every minute of security, you know.

- Not really. Why is that?

- Well, there's been betrayals from several directions.

And I'm trying now to determine whether or not

they know anything about it.

- The only thing I know about is the noise complaints.

- Well, when you have information

about tomorrow's housing coalition meeting,

the S.O.I.L. received no apartment allotment

from Clark redevelopment.

- Thought that came out last month.

- Oh, it's impossible.

This conspiracy...

Leaves me with nothin', man.

- Whoa, whoa. What conspiracy?

- You know. You were out there.

- No, I don't know. - You carry a gun.

- I'm a cop. - I know you are.

And I know why you're here. - Calvin?

- I have to have your weapon, Henry.

- Well, I won't give it to you, Calvin.

- Guards! I need my guards in here!

- This is not smart. - I don't have any choices.

I want this man disarmed. I'm asking for his weapon.

Fire on him only if he refuses me.

Please don't force me! I'm trying, Henry.

I'm trying to keep my balance!

- In case anybody's counting calories, the sauce

is made with whipped cottage cheese instead of sour cream.

- Oh, that looks fabulous.

But I'm afraid it's a little too late to undo

the pastrami sandwiches, huh?

The staple diet of the Public Defenders.

- I thought we'd switch to a Montrachet.

Have a little more body, but still the unmistakable

laughter of a peasant girl in the bouquet.

- Now that I've met the Furillos,

I have a suggestion for Frank.

- What's that?

- Get that gorgeous wife of yours

out of the Public Defender's office.

- I just got back into it.

- I mean, don't you miss her? Get her home for dinner.

- She usually is home for dinner.

I'm the one who's usually late.

- Really? That's an interesting tidbit.

- Honey, our duty hours overlap.

I sometimes work late when Joyce doesn't work.

- My understanding is that the whole damned office

works 'til damn near midnight every single night.

At least, that's what Jim tells me.

What about it. You gonna back him up?

- Actually, I'm a D.A., Mrs. McNeil.

No question we all work some pretty long hours, though.

- Well, I have a confession to make.

Wanna hear my confession, Big Jim?

- Honey, please, huh?

- Your pals can stick up for you as much as they like.

I already know about her.

I even know what she does for you.

None of you knows that!

I hired a dick.

Jim's got a little hooker feeds him dog food.

- Sorry. Uh...

- Phone's in the living room.

- The guy took pictures with a telephoto lens.

Jim's down on all fours.

The tramp's feeding him Kibble

and this twisto's lapping it up!

- Rosie, shut your mouth!

- He's kicking me under the table.

Go ahead.

Smack me in front of the cop.

I dare you! Lay it on, Big Jim!

- All right, that's it. I'm gonna dump you.

I'm gonna dump you so hard you're in the street, you cow!

- My attorney's gonna pinch your head off!

I'll beat you!

- You think so, huh?

I got $20,000 stashed away.

You're not gonna find a nickel, not a penny!

- Uh, sorry, folks. Police business.

- Is my car blocking yours?

- Will someone who's leaving walk Jim?

- Okay, you got it. - Sandusky bets Renko?

- That's why you're broke, Otto.

- Hey, don't listen to him.

- Gretchen? Sweetheart, over here!

Oh, you look wonderful. Good to see you.

- Gee, this looks like a lot more fun

than Carmine's and a movie.

- I'm bank for an extremely important challenge race here

and I can't leave my post.

Come on, have some supper.

And don't be so smart with me.

Mrs. S., my tab!

- Hey, fellas, there's a commotion on the lot.

- 911, Mrs. Scalisi.

I'm enjoying this wonderful meat loaf.

- I'm only saying 'cause on account

of they're near yours and Joe's cars.

- We interrupt our regular broadcast to bring you

this special news bulletin.

We have a situation developing in the city's Hill District.

Let's go now to Bob on the scene with the report.

- Okay, now, you're out, now, okay?

I call Mr. Fitsi in the morning,

and you're finished!

- Mr. Super gonna call the landlord, huh?

How do you like this?

- Hold it! Hold it!

Cool it, all right, fellas? Cool it!

- Jerk put my dog in a washing machine!

- Dog wet on my floor! He needs to be cleaned up!

- Okay, okay!

Did he start the washing machine?

- No. No way.

- No, but you left the animal in there, didn't you?

- Hey! Shut up now! Hey!

We're inside! We're eating!

We're trying to have a nice peaceful meal!

Now you, you stay away from the dog.

And you, you clean up the garbage!

- And nobody touch the cars.

- Go on.

Aw, shut up with your loudmouth bragging!

You're gonna be bragging out of the other side of your mouth

when you get in the ring with Johnny Hurricane!

- It ain't gonna happen!

- Bunch of damn nonsense.

- We interrupt this program for a special news bulletin.

Situation developing in the city's Hill District.

- I'll walk!

Congratulations on the gridlock!

- Chief?

- How did they get Goldblume?

- There was a noise complaint.

Henry went over to ask them to turn down the speakers.

- Captain? We finally got records access.

Matthias has a long history of depressive illness.

He stopped the lithium maintenance program

eight months ago.

- I demand acknowledgment.

I want to know I've been heard.

- Just a minute, Calvin. - What's he talking about?

- You have so much contempt for a man who came here

by professional choice.

- He wants a face-to-face negotiation.

- Excuse us now. Pretty cute, huh?

The man's losing clout, so he choreographs a confrontation.

- I don't think this was choreographed.

- We're not giving an inch, Frank.

Calvin is not going to rehabilitate

his reputation through blackmail!

- I don't disagree with that.

I also don't wanna issue ultimatums here.

I wanna get Henry out.

- You're assassinating him.

- Calvin.

- Go ahead and meet with the lunatic

if you think it's appropriate.

- Do I get to sit down with you, Captain?

Yes or no?

- Yes. Yes. - Thank you.

- Bobby? Come on out, man.

You got people out here for you.

Okay, son?

- Hey, there. Bobby Angel.

- Yes, sir. Andrew J. Renko, sir.

- Andy, is this the little wife?

- No, sir.

- Dora Jean Saperstein, Mr. Angel.

- Well, if you two ain't married,

give me a big old kiss, Dora Jean.

Well, let's sit down here and get homey.

So you won the chance to set a spell with me, huh?

So what kind of contest was it?

- Facts about your life, Bobby.

- Facts about my life?

You hear that, Bear?

Well, I bet you don't know why that this hombre

sitting here in front of you is known as Big Bobby

by every gal he ever knew.

- Well, I don't know, but I sure am willing to learn.

- Well, wowee.

Come and tie my yippee to a tree!

- Sit down, Andy! Give her a drink of that.

Excuse me while I put in my damn contacts.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, Bear, get me a setup, will you?

- Pat her on the back! Don't let her die on us!

Well, what do you do, Andrew?

- Well, sir...

- Oh, forget about the sir. The name is Bobby.

Go on. Use it.

- Bobby. - Bobby.

- Well, uh, I'll tell you, course I have a job.

But the number one thing and love in my life

besides my wife and child is country music.

Country music played from the soul.

And I think your music personifies all that is best

in the American character.

Oh, my God.

- Go on, Andrew. I ain't missing a word.

- I just can't watch. - Why? You had a swig.

You ain't temperance.

- It's just something I can't see, sir.

- Well, I respect your wishes, Andrew.

We gotta respect the church folks there, Norma Jean.

Well, it's safe. You can turn around now.

- Oh, my God.

- Fooled you!

- You know, you shouldn't ought to done that, Bobby.

- Well, why is that?

- I have taken a solemn vow that I cannot break.

- Wow. Why is he getting weird on us?

Don't go away mad, hoss.

- Uh, excuse me.

Andrew J. Renko, Hill Street Precinct.

We got a narcotics possession in there.

- Not the man! - Yeah, afraid so.

You're gonna have to make the collar.

- That breaks my heart.

- Breaks mine, too.

- Seen these surveillance photos, Chief?

Interesting combination of armament and animal husbandry

on that building's roof.

- You know, Howard, if this meeting

between the captain and Mathias isn't productive,

I would be very interested in hearing your suggestions.

- I'd be delighted to oblige.

They got Henry trussed up like a Christmas pig.

- Are you all right, Henry?

- Dynamite outfit, huh, Frank?

- Got Henry all duked up.

- Same decor inside.

- Wanna tell the captain we have dynamite inside?

We have dynamite inside, Captain.

Okay, Henry, message delivered.

- What do you want?

- Listen, I had no intention of taking this man.

This man appeared out of a series of events

that now have taken control of me.

- I believe that. I think this just happened.

And I don't wanna see it get out of hand, Calvin.

- Are you trying to tell me that I have enemies?

That people wanna see me undone?

- Let Lieutenant Goldblume go. Let's back away from this.

- What are you offering? Immunity?

The terms have to be my terms.

They have to be my terms because I am now a man without choice.

- Try to listen. What would get the lieutenant released?

- I have promises, obligations.

- What are they?

- I need several millions of dollars.

And transportation to Nicaragua.

- Asking for that kind of money and a plane

turns this into something different, Calvin.

- Are you threatening me? - I'm not threatening you.

- These are my demands.

Since I've rid myself of a chemical conspiracy,

I've been having trouble getting sleep.

I don't know what time you call it,

but I see the sunrise behind that building every morning.

I guarantee this episode will end before that happens.

Now go on. Get me action.

- We'll work it out, Henry. - I know.

- Look, I don't care.

Hey, Tony, see if they got it on eight, okay?

- Yeah. - Hey, Tomasso, hey.

That 211 can get active again real easy.

All right, but I want your butt in a Water Department truck

down on Portland and 91st at 6:15.

And I want Niagara Falls outta that hydrant, pal.

Yeah, yeah.

It's a practical joke on a friend.

Very wise, Tomasso. Adios, amigo.

Hey, Tony, would you see if it's on eight?

- You banking that race? - Yeah.

- I drove once with Renko. Give me $20 on the rube.

- All right, you're down. Hey, Tony, try six.

- I just had it on six! - Well, try it again.

- Is a cop in trouble? - Yeah.

- Come on, guys. I got a bad back.

- Why don't you buy one of those remote control things, Anthony?

- Oh, sure. Then all I got's fistfights.

Everybody wants control.

All right, guys. We all settled on six?

- Yeah, yeah.

- That's it. I drink at Cole's.

- Whoa, sorry, Mr. De Rossi.

- I was waiting for my program.

- So drink at Cole's. We got a cop hostage.

They wanna know he's okay.

Big shot. Two beers a night.

- You'd think they'd at least say the guy's name.

- It's Lieutenant Goldblume.

I just talked to the precinct.

- What else did they tell you?

- That's it. Captain's negotiating.

- Do they want backups?

- They want anyone to come in?

- Uh-uh. I gave him where we are.

- Tony, see what's on 12.

- I suggest that we mount an aggression

followed by excising the lieutenant through

one of these windows here.

And by my lights, they have blundered

by sequestering him in the corner room.

- Eight tac groups? Stun bombs?

- I asked the lieutenant to presume engagement

once Goldblume's retrieved.

- Chief?

This is a city street. That building's a bomb.

- Oh, for God's sake, Frank. Look around you.

Where's Ozzie Cleveland? - Vacation.

- Where are Mathias's former friends from

the Housing Coalition? - Chief?

- Frank, the man in there is an embarrassment!

There isn't a black leader in this city wouldn't

be privately delighted to see the S.O.I.L. house

turned into a parking lot!

- I'm not sure Mathias is the one looking

to rehabilitate his reputation around here.

- All right, Frank. I'm an insensitive opportunist.

I don't flinch when I see an opportunity to do my job

and at the same time, rid the community of a menace.

- This isn't going to turn into a referendum

on Calvin Mathias's politics

unless you wanna take over command.

- Oh, please. Not the badge.

- Modify your plans.

If we have to go in, minimum engagement once

Lieutenant Goldblume is retrieved.

- Minimum engagement, Captain.

- All right, then illuminate me, Frank.

What's our plan, Wait for divine intervention?

- Maybe he'll change his mind. - My God, I was close.

- Oh, there's lots of routine, tons of paperwork.

But it's not without its thrills and spills.

It's an okay job. I like it.

What?

- Well, you should see yourself in the glow of that kiln.

- What are you saying?

The darker it gets, the better I look?

- No. In fact, you look quite beautiful.

- Well, that's a little hard to believe.

- Maybe you think I'm flirting.

- Are you?

- No, no.

It was a comment, not a come-on.

I'm sorry if I made you nervous.

I didn't mean to. - You didn't make me nervous.

It's just that I'm not used to hearing that.

- Well, should be about time.

Let's take a look.

Oh, looks good.

- Yeah, it's shiny. - Yeah, hence the name glazed.

- Nice color, huh? - Yeah, my daughter made it.

My wife's been teaching her to work in enamel.

- How old? - My daughter's nine.

I also have a 10-year-old boy.

He wanted to be a painter for about six weeks.

But now it's all computers. Do you have children?

- No. I'm not married. - Oh.

- I want to thank you, but I don't know how to do it.

- Did you enjoy yourself? - Yeah.

- Well, that's thanks enough.

Unless you wanna come to my class on Wednesday night.

- Well, maybe. Maybe I will.

- Well, better go get some boxes for these things.

- Yeah.

- When did it happen?

I want someone to go to his stake-out.

I don't want him told over the phone.

Let me know.

- Captain Furillo?

- Fully reconfigured, Frank. Ready when you are.

- Where is our money?

- It isn't easy raising two million dollars, Calvin.

- I expected some resistance with the plane.

- Yeah, some resistance there too.

- Can't you just see those cops running around

talking to those bankers?

Trying to get two million dollars?

Excuse me, sir.

We'd like to have two million dollars.

What for? We'd like to buy Calvin a farm.

- Oh, really? How would you like to have the money?

50s, 100s, 20s?

Man, have I heard some jive in my time.

- Calvin, you mean they ain't gonna give no money?

- We're gonna get that money, Jason.

I was just trying to catch 'em in a lie.

I was trying to trap them.

There's a reason for everything I do.

No, don't let me see doubt in your eye.

Don't let me banish you from the circle of trust!

Go out and check the others.

Make a circuit of the guards!

- You don't think they're gonna give in

to your demands, Calvin.

You're forcing yourself down a dead end.

- No. You're wrong. My mind's racing way ahead.

There's no way I can stop the process.

I'm motivated with a new energy.

- You know what's happening?

You're trying to decide whether or not you wanna die.

Isn't that right, Calvin?

You know you're not gonna get that money.

You're not gonna fly anyplace.

You just wanna figure out whether

you want the whole thing to end.

Let me tell you something, Calvin.

I mean, I got a selfish interest.

I don't wanna blow up.

But I know how hard you worked for this house.

It's still my renters association.

I know this guy.

We had this guy Mathias on our side, they'd never

turn this building co-op.

This guy knows the housing code.

But you weren't available.

You were working to see that the runaways and the bust-outs

from the halfway programs and all the street people

had a place to live.

- I have worked at my time so that they'd have a home.

- Don't quit working, Calvin. Don't give up.

- And I've experienced despair!

I tried to chemically free myself.

I may have an imbalance.

- Don't quit working, Calvin. Don't stop now.

- I've had tremendous expectations and dependence.

I've allowed myself cruelties!

- Don't quit working.

- No!

- No! We're gonna die here!

- I sight every time he goes in front of the east window, sir.

- Roger, dog unit, stand by.

- All right, Captain Furillo.

Where do we stand? Time's running out.

- We'll have a decision soon, Calvin.

- You'll have a decision soon on that money, huh?

They don't intend to pay this man's reparations.

What they intend to do is to assault this house.

- You made them reveal themselves, Calvin.

- You brought the peace.

- We had a plan for a time like this.

- That's right. - That's right.

- But those of who have assignments

for that plan, stay here.

You others go to your rooms.

Know that more than our blood is gonna spill.

- He's talking about blowing the place up, Frank.

- Ready your support units, Howard.

- All units, prepare to go to condition red.

- I hope to hell you didn't wait too long on this, Captain.

- Take him on the next sighting.

- I'm offering S.O.I.L.

12 units in the Clark redevelopment.

- Oh, that's just great.

This man's offering what the housing coalition couldn't give.

What the urban congress kicked us out for defending?

- I'm committing to it! Listen to me, Calvin!

- We're reopening negotiations.

Now you just get one answer.

- Hold your fire, Howard.

- Hold your fire, Dog Unit, hold fire.

- What's the question, Calvin?

- Your man has said that S.O.I.L.

could have housing units in the Clark redevelopment.

True or lying?

- Housing units? - Uh, let's talk.

- True or false?

- Uh, let me get the housing people down here.

- See? Now they break your hearts.

You said 12 units.

- That's possible. It's a basis for discussion.

It's not some left field request for seven figures and a plane!

- Frank, the man has dynamite in there

and he's planning to use it.

- I gave you one answer.

And you returned it with a lie.

Now we're going from 12 to 100. Do you hear me?

We demand 100 units!

- Frank, will you reinstate the order?

- This is jive. Get everybody on the roof!

Get them now! Get them on the roof now!

- Reinstate the order, Howard.

- Dog Unit, take your target at opportunity.

- When's the sun rising, man?

- Calvin, listen. Calvin!

- Secure the roof! Explosions are on the roof!

- Go, go, go! - Secure the roof!

Move it, move it, move!

- Hey, you're under arrest!

- Hey, I ain't done nothing, man.

- No? - I ain't been inside.

- Hey, what is this? What is this, huh?

What is this?

This looks like a burglar's tool!

- Detective Belker?

- You interfered with my bust!

- They sent us to get you, Detective.

You got some personal business.

- All right, Henry.

Any the worse for your stay in that loony bin?

- I'm all right.

Thanks for getting me outta there.

- No problem, Lieutenant.

- The guy had ideas, Howard.

- The man was an ambulatory psychopath.

- We let it get away from us.

We should have gotten him outta there.

- That's why there's chocolate and vanilla, hey, Ballantine?

- Well, let's see if we can try and talk

to the released officer.

Uh, Lieutenant?

- Nothing, no comment, sorry.

- Well, I guess the lieutenant...

- Say something, Lieutenant.

- Yeah, come on. Tell it like it was.

- Man's got a way with words.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, okay. Hey, Joe?

McKenzie for a sawbuck on Renko.

- You chalk it up for me, Bobby?

- Yeah.

- So what's with this negativity, Gretchen?

- Joe, do I have to paint a picture?

I haven't even seen you in three weeks.

We were supposed to meet at the Shore.

Then you changed it to Carmine's.

Then forget Carmine's.

- That happens to be a buddy of mine who was being held!

- You blew off the Shore when I called last week.

- Yeah, but this explains Carmine's.

Hey, you wanna go home? You wanna get friendly?

- Suarez stabbed me. Can you believe that?

That chicken-brain Suarez went and stabbed me.

Oh!

- Mr. Robinson, can you walk?

- My car, babe. I got plastic seat covers.

- Okay, now easy does it, Mr. Robinson.

- The man had a knife sticking out of him.

- Yeah, well, a lot of times, nothing vital.

He'll be okay like.

- You mean, he's gonna have to live that way?

- Never mind. Come on.

- I hate policework!

- You see this?

You know the weisswurst don't agree.

And yet you'll sit and you'll beg for the weisswurst.

And then two hours later, you're impossible to be with!

Go now. Go, stinkpot.

Sleep in the other bedroom.

Blackie?

Control yourself now.

- Bye, sweetheart.

Pop will take care of you now.

Captain?

- I'm sorry, Mick.

- They got a buddy system.

And she didn't answer Mrs. Vishinsky's call.

Doctor said that her heart just gave out.

- How old was your mom?

- 84 years old.

She wasn't a young woman. My father was gone, her pals.

She had to get paired up with this Mrs. Vishinsky

at this citizen's center.

They didn't even know each other.

But the doctor said that she didn't suffer.

I'm gonna miss her so much!

- Hi. - Hey, honey.

Baby okay?

- Oh, she's fine. Just couldn't sleep.

And I started looking at the paper.

I think I'm gonna get a job.

- Job?

- Well, just something to bring in a little more money.

- Wait.

- You work all day and then you work nights too.

It's too much.

I try to cut expenses, but I just can't...

- Working nights come with my job.

- Andy, it hurts me that you couldn't go

to that concert tonight.

I know how you wanted to.

- Daryl Ann? - What?

- I went to the concert.

I saw Bobby Angel.

- I thought we couldn't afford it.

- I now, but there was this... I get this pass here

where I got to see Bobby Angel.

And I figured, if I did work extra hours...

You hate me now, Daryl?

- Don't lie to me, Andy. It'll ruin things.

- Sorry, girl.

You wanna know what else happened down there?

- Later.

- Me and J. D. are gonna race to work this morning.

He said Portland was faster. And I said Clifford.

- Clifford's faster to Hill Street, Andy?

- Clifford to Hill Street, yeah.

What? I got a nay-sayer in my own bed?

- You're the driver.

- Henry all right?

- Mm, he'll be all right.

- Rosie McNeil called.

Wants to know if we're free for dinner Saturday.

- Good morning, good morning, good morning.

Gentlemen, start your engines!

- Talk about your Olympics!

Talk about your Super Bowls!

This is gonna be one knockdown, drag-out, nip and tuck

all-out contest between two great competitors!

- I understand they aren't permitted over the speed limit.

- Oh, Andy. - What?

- Look like you're going over 30, like 40.

- It's the angle you're looking at, man.

- 40!

- Don't you think your partner's romancing

the rules a little bit over there on Portland?

What the devil's this?

- Looks pretty deep, Andy.

- Well, hang on, brother. I'm going through.

No!

Oh, sweet mother in heaven, I can't believe this.

I can't believe this has happened!

- Andy, look here. - Oh, my.

Neal, look at that.

Water Department truck just sitting there doing nothing!

- Uh-huh. - Come on, pal, just sit there!

You don't wanna ruin your coffee break now, do you, huh?

- Hey! Hey!

- Heck of a time to get a busted speedometer, J. D.

- Happened a couple of days ago.

- Well, in my expert opinion as a police officer,

your present MPH is 47.

- Yeah, well, in my expert opinion, you're way off.

- I guess they're way off too.

- Give me a break.

We're cops! Hill Street!

- Us too! The Heights!

Pull over!

- Good morning!

- Hey, Sarge.

- Wait!

I have been the victim of skullduggery!

Tell 'em, Neal!

- Hey, J. D.'s not here yet.

- You got a winner.

- No sale, Renko!

I saw you getting out of the cab!

- What? - Uh-huh.

- Excuse me. Excuse me!

Excuse me.

Mr. Renko arrived in a hired vehicle.

- Oh, yeah, uh-huh.

- Mr. LaRue's car was driven by Mr. Hill.

The referee declares no contest.

- Andy, get in there. Get changed, will you?

- Well, what happened, babe?

- Ah, it's not bad enough that Heights cop gives me

a speeding ticket.

He says Hill's gotta drive because my driver's

license is a little expired.

- That guy says he needs Belker's signature on

this arrest report, Sarge.

- Belker's gonna be taking a personal day today.

Okay, let's get started. Let's listen up!

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