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- Okay. I am leaving.

Could we push dinner an hour?

- Commission work?

- No, files.

We issued a duces tecum to Inspector McCarthy,

and he must have brought his life story with him.

- Frank, you got to let yourself up a little.

- We're in too far to have nothing.

- I'll be thinking unceasingly of you as I hold the lamb chops.

What time?

7:30.

- You lie.

8:00?

8:00.

- Item 6, khaki officers.

- Now, I had to let another one go yesterday.

- I know. I know. I know, she was a knockout.

Yeah, but she couldn't file.

She couldn't intake.

- You sure about that, Sarge?

- Well, this is the fourth khaki officer in 10 days

ever since Schnitz and DeRoy eloped.

- I don't know whether I'm getting fussy in my old age

or whether personnel's gone bing bong.

Anyway, today is a fresh start with a new face.

Let's help her along.

Hope everything works out for the best.

Item 7, assignments.

Detective Belker is undercover

at the 145th Street bus terminal.

He's handling baggage, he's checking drug transactions

which I now understand are about as covert

as the Istanbul Grand Bazaar.

- Yeah, also, Detectives Washington and LaRue

continue their investigation on the death

of Detective Garibaldi.

Maybe day ten's gonna be lucky, fellas, huh?

Now, the last item...

The last item is delicate.

It's very personal.

Now, I happen to find on the squad room floor

yesterday p.m., a list.

It's a collection of 12 women's names and initials.

People, venereal disease is nothing to sneeze at.

- If this is females with which that person has had contact with

I can only encourage the party who lost this list

to come forward and reclaim same,

no questions asked.

- Hey, Sarge.

Is the name Didi on that list?

- No, listen, it's not funny. It's not funny.

If it was you, J.D., or anybody else,

it is your duty to notify the other persons on the list

so they can get their penicillin shots.

Now, I'm gonna post the list upstairs in an envelope

on the watch board.

- I want the proper party to pick it up and I don't want

anybody schoolboying around.

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

Let's go do our jobs and do 'em good.

Uh, Joseph?

- I got an itch, Sarge. You ever have an itch before?

- Not there, Joe.

- I think that's my bag.

- I got to see your ticket.

- The brown one.

- Hey, there's a guy coming through with a chicken jacket,

maroon knit cap about 5'11". Might be a player.

- Copy.

- You watch him.

- Mine, the big duffle.

- You got a bus ticket?

- I lost it. It's that one there.

- Stay with chicken jacket, I think we got something here.

- Better mind your own business...

Hey, wait up. - Springfield bus.

- My mama is, she's already on. Give me a hand with this.

- Last call for Bus 18 departing for Springfield.

We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

C Surplus store, corner People's Drive on 24th Street.

- Stan.

Commissioner in about an hour and a half.

- Right there.

- Good morning.

Good morning, Sergeant.

- Mrs. Furillo.

- Magenta 11 requests.

Also, Mr. Garibaldi understood that there may be

some things left in Harry's locker to be picked up.

He's leaving town tonight.

- I think they're still in evidence impound.

- Can't we have the impound lifted?

It's been ten days.

- I'll see what I can do. - Good. Thank you.

Well, I'm off to deliver my Magenta 11

to four other precincts.

- I can't help thinking this worked out better before.

- You're right, it did.

- My cousin.

- Is that so?

- Well, this isn't what you think, Stan.

I mean, it's a list, but it's not...

I don't have any infections.

- Or your cousin.

- Yeah. Neither of us.

It was just people I've known.

- So there's no public health component.

- No public health component.

- Well, that's all.

- Sergeant Jablowski?

- Yeah. "Blonski."

- Maureen Dolan.

Mr. Pierson in personnel told me to report to you.

- Oh, well, why don't you step over here, Maureen?

Do you have any experience in this kind of work?

- Well, I did the weekend course, of course.

- Of course.

- And I've done uniform counter work.

And my last job was in the car rental industry.

- Oh.

- Sergeant Jablonski? - Yeah, just a sec.

- I'm transfer Rodriguez.

- Just a second, transfer Rodriguez.

Car rental, is that so?

- Lieutenant Buntz? - Yeah?

- Can you direct me towards Detectives LaRue and Washington?

- They're out.

- Listen, I got something real urgent.

Maybe me and you could talk?

- Yeah, come on.

- There's this individual, Lou Russ, very bad.

- Like something you'd see in a cage

playing with a rubber tire.

He approaches me this morning on the street

about unloading some army weapons.

- Picked you right out of the blue, right?

- I'm talking about some serious hardware, Lieutenant.

Automatic weapons, machine guns,

stuff you don't want on the street.

Have I got some interest?

- So far you're accessory to a federal crime.

- My thinking exactly.

I mean, I'm alone with this guy in a basement,

and he's showing me all kinds of fire power.

I'm thinking to myself, Sid, what kind of move is this

for a person in a parole situation?

I'm going to be middle man for gun deals,

sweating out 40 bucks on either end?

Come on, back on call, Sidney.

- This isn't going to be like an uplifting story, is it?

- Unh-uh.

- He's kneeling down in front of me,

clawing open a cartoon of grenades.

I'm standing behind him, bing.

I come to my senses.

With a crow bar,

bash on the back of the head.

I was scared he wasn't going to go down.

What a relief.

- Are you a psychopath? - No.

I went through a phase like that,

but this was for real. The guy is still there.

I handcuffed him to the steam pipe.

- Where's this steam pipe located?

- The warehouse district.

- This guy better be there.

- Hey, I promise you, unless he chewed off his hand.

- Let's go find out. - Thank you.

Hey...

can I call you Norm?

- Guys, nobody Andy Sedita did business with

is gonna buy paper on a cop. Not in this climate.

- Maybe they didn't know he was a cop.

- Sedita told me he was asking on a cop.

He's not gonna tell Mogli, he's not gonna tell Russi.

Hey, we go our standards, too.

We like to know the applicant's occupation.

- Hey, you bored with us, Santangelo?

- All right, you got a job to do.

Look, there's some things you learn in this business, fellas.

You could take an oath, you jump up and down,

you break furniture.

Some paper doesn't make it, some of those you gotta write off.

- We're not writing off Garibaldi.

- Well, I hope something turns up.

- Come on.

- You ever done this before?

- I know the procedure.

- That's not what I asked you.

- No.

- All right, come on.

I want you to stay behind my peripheral vision.

That's right about here.

Everything in back of that is your problem.

Look at here, Rodriguez, huh?

Now, this is what you call tough but not too bright.

Now, we're gonna unlock you, and we're gonna cuff you

behind your back. You got it, tough guy?

I want you to hold your breath.

If you breathe, you get another nipple, all right?

- Yeah.

- Ready?

And hold it.

- He's cuffed, Lieutenant.

- Okay.

Big breath now.

Oh.

You like that, huh?

I had scampi last night.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- I have Transportation Officer Nizer, Sergeant.

- Nizer, this is Sergeant Jablonski.

Belker hasn't called in yet.

Well, if he told you to tail him, tail him.

Well, maybe his handy talkie's on the fritz.

Maybe he doesn't have anything to report.

Yeah, I notified all units.

Right.

Communications foul up with Belker.

- Maybe he's shopping.

- Last call for Bus 18 departing at the train station.

Passengers... this is last call...

- Okay, that's it...

- Mr. Pak, Trenton, what's good?

- Good apples today. - Listen to him.

He knows fruit, man, take the cherries, okay?

- Everything okay, Mr. Pak?

- He try very hard.

- You allowing him to make change yet?

- Not yet. Soon.

- Oh, Trenton, let's go with the cherries, man.

- All right, found the cherries.

Kept my thumb off the scale, being he's a cop.

- What are you saying? Leaving thumb on scale?

- Look, it was a joke, man.

You know, joke, Mr. Pak?

- Want some? - $1.50.

- Thank you. - Mm.

- It's really the best.

- Hey, I'm worried, man.

- Jody... and them have been coming around here.

Wants me to tighten him up or he's gonna trash the place.

Says the neighborhood don't need no zipperheads.

- Jody's a punk, Trenton.

You got a job to do here, man.

- $3.50 change, count.

75, $2. - $2.

He got me talking like him now.

- Three, four...

Five.

- Thanks, Mr. Pak. - Thank you, sir.

- Keep me up on what's going down.

- Look I got to handle this myself.

- If you can't, just call me.

It's simple.

- We should prepare for an initial arraignment

on possession of stolen property, Mr. Russ.

However, considering the weapons were of military origin,

there may be a second arraignment on federal charges.

- Yeah. We won't bother with all that.

- I'm afraid I don't follow.

- I got something to give, lady.

- These are serious charges.

You have to be offering something substantial

or there's no point in even approaching

the district attorney.

- But that if I just marched into that big commission

they got going

and I give them the dude who off'd Chief Keenan.

You think that would interest them?

- Yes, they'd be interested.

- Of course, then I'd have to get me some immunity.

Am I right?

- The other side is interested in trading up, Mr. Russ,

as long as they feel that what you're giving them

is worth more than what they're charging you with,

they may deal.

- No immunity...

no Keenan.

- I'll talk to them.

- I'll start on Reed's numbers, Frank.

- Captain, I've got a client you'll want to speak to.

- About?

- Commission matters, Joe Keenan's killer.

- Interrogation? - Lineup.

He wants immunity, Frank. Know that going in.

- Henry, something on the Keenan investigation.

Get Irwin for me, would you please?

- When Keenan was killed, you found the murder weapon,

a chrome finish 357 Magnum, Smith & Wesson.

- That's the way it was described in the newspapers.

- Papers give the serial number?

- No.

- Well, you get your files out,

because I'm going to give them to you.

- That weapon wasn't registered.

How is it you have the serial number?

- I sold that gun.

I keep the serial numbers right here.

The series is 6N.

The number is 43751.

- That's correct.

- The first snort was free.

That's as far as I go without immunity,

but you better believe I can tell you who I sold that gun to.

- Terms, gentlemen?

- For testimony to the Commission, naming names

and at any subsequent trial, we can grant immunity

from prosecution on all charges pertaining

to the military weapons.

- I can live with that.

- That's big of you, but I can't.

Look, I'm not gonna be talking weapons.

I'm gonna be talking about Keenan.

- You could get up there and say you killed Keenan,

and there's no way we're granting immunity on that.

- I didn't kill Keenan.

- That's what I needed to hear, Frank.

Let's give him immunity, nothing else.

- Suppose we proceed with the understanding

that if you pulled the trigger on Keenan, there is no immunity.

- As to the other crimes, we can give you testimonial immunity

when responding to our direct inquiry.

- What's that?

- Testimonial immunity means that any statement you give us,

or anywhere that statement leads us,

cannot be used against you, but the police

could still prove the crime against you independently.

- So, then, that's not total and complete immunity.

- It's as total and complete as we've ever gone.

- May we go total and complete immunity

on all matters Commission related?

- Mm-hmm.

- Hey, I'm worth it.

- Let's go.

Let's get Mr. Russ signed.

See if we can get him downtown for a 1:00.

- Bus 64 has just arrived from Glen Ellyn, Lake Forest,

Elgin, Evanston, and Northwestern at Gate 3B.

If you are meeting passengers incoming from these cities,

they are disembarking at Gate 3B immediately.

- Somebody! Let me out!

- There's a person in there.

Somebody call the porter.

Someone inside?

- Yes!

- Who are you?

Will you please open the duffle bag?

- Why don't you help him?

- Okay. I'm gonna let you out.

Wayne!

Watch your head.

- Where is this?

- Springfield.

What were you doing in there?

- I will tell you now, a story of persecution,

a story of a great family driven into hiding

under the tyranny of Godless communism.

Many in the family were discovered,

accused falsely as symbols of decadence they were destroyed,

their young were sometimes eaten as delicacies at state banquets.

But those of great spirit prevailed.

With us today, survivor of the great clan

smuggled into Hong Kong less than a decade ago,

my friends, Empress Ping May.

Franchise owners are moving among you now

with the Empress' offspring.

As we continue, touch and savor the tactile pleasure

of Shar-Pei, the natural velour,

the single coat unique to this rare breed.

This dog raised to verile perfection

could bring each of you an income of...

Mr. Shannon.

What was your income last month from stud and franchise fees?

- $4,200, sir.

- And as you expand your territory,

you increase your profits incrementally.

- Excuse me, Mr. Burhan,

so you're saying that the investor owns a share

in all his stud's offspring?

- Exactly so, in your franchise zone.

- Ah.

Well, I'm favorably impressed.

- However much love, comfort the home,

Shar-Pei adds more love, more comfort,

more companionship in occasional moments of loneliness.

- Sweet. - Yeah.

- Pick him up, sir.

- Don't be shy.

- Oh!

I'm all right. I'm all right.

You little Brigan, you.

- Will you examine this weapon, Mr. Russ?

Let the record show, Mr. Russ is examining Exhibit 53.

Do you recognize the weapon?

- Yes, I know this gun.

- When did you last see it?

- The day that Joe Keenan was shot.

I sold that gun to an individual named Charlie Weeks.

- Would you be referring to a former police officer,

Charles Weeks, formerly with the special narcotics?

- Yeah, he used to be a cop.

But he got himself into a lot of trouble.

- How was it that Charles Weeks came to you

for the purchase of that weapon?

- He knew me.

He knew I had guns.

- We were in Harrisonville together.

Cops go to jail, too.

- May we get this straight for the records, please?

On May 19th of last year, Charles Weeks purchased

the weapon marked Exhibit 53 from you, is that correct?

- Yeah. He gave me $400 for it.

I gave him the shells for nothing.

- Did he tell you why he wanted the weapon?

- Said he was having trouble with somebody big

and he needed a clean piece.

- Were you aware that Charles Weeks had worked

for Deputy Chief Joe Keenan as a so-called dirty tactics guy

in the Daniels for Mayor campaign?

- Yeah, well, Charlie had kind of a mouth.

He was always bragging about how if Daniels got elected

he was gonna make Charlie a big shot.

- When did you last see Charles Weeks?

- It was Tuesday the 11th of this month,

10:00 in the morning.

- Why are you so certain of that date?

- That was the day I killed Harry Garibaldi.

- You asked him a direct question just now.

- He didn't answer me directly.

- I don't even agree with that.

- You asked him how he was certain about the date

he last saw Weeks.

He happened to kill somebody that day?

- If I ask him the time of day and he answers

"I killed Garibaldi," there's no immunity.

- Even on that one I'm not sure.

- Not sure? Irwin?

- He didn't just lug it out of nowhere, Joyce.

- And you know damn well he didn't, Irwin.

People, I'd advise you to read the deal you signed.

- And I advise you, Counselor, there's no way I let Russ

walk on Garibaldi's murder.

- That's up to you.

Just don't use that testimony in any shape or form.

- We could take it to appellate division

and try and get an in-camera ruling.

- Can we win?

- Frank, what do you want to do about Weeks?

- Bust him.

Go, find him.

- Let's try and live with what we've got, Frank.

We just got Joe Keenan's killer.

That's what this whole commission was impaneled for.

- I won't give up Garibaldi, Irwin.

- I think we gave him up.

- Russ doesn't walk. That doesn't happen.

- We won't need these arrest warrants,

Mr. Weeks ain't here.

- We still want to search the apartment.

- Suit yourself.

302 is right here.

- All right, thanks. Take off.

- What's your door technique, Norm,

you a kicker or a croucher?

- Do I look like a croucher to you?

Them Europeans nearly ruined the game of football.

- I told you, Mr. Weeks ain't here.

- I've been taking his mail.

- You're right. Go on, take off.

- Take it easy.

- Why, what do you mean?

- They got to rent this place again.

- So? The next guy will redecorate.

Whoa, whoa, look at all these bed bugs, huh?

Old Weeks had a lot of mouths to feed.

Look at here.

Here's the little woman, huh?

- I need a hand here.

- Yeah, sure thing.

What you got? Oh, a strong box, huh?

Hey, maybe this is pay dirt, Lieutenant.

- Can't budge it. I'll heat up some water.

Get back.

Ta-da!

- Norm, N-G.

- You know, you and me, we got a different approach,

Lieutenant. I try to enjoy the work.

- I want you to enjoy the work.

I want you and me to get along.

I don't want to be killed by a ricochet.

- Point taken.

- Attaboy.

- Your questions have to be inductive.

- English, Irwin.

- You can't convey direct information about Russ

or his connection with Garibaldi's death.

You can only put questions to them

about their own investigation.

- Tip me if I'm going wrong.

Give me your theory of Garibaldi's killing.

- Nothing new on it, Captain.

- I'm not asking if there's anything new.

Tell me your theory of the case.

- Well, we think it was gambling related, Captain.

- We think Garibaldi owed a bookie,

most likely Andy Sedita and whoever he owed

sold the debt to a shylock.

- Captain, we've been to every shylock Sedita ever used.

- Is there anything in the circumstances of the case

that argue looking to money sources

Sedita didn't typically use?

- You want us to do that?

- What do you think you should do?

- What's going on?

- Answer me, JD.

You think we ought to go to small scale users now?

- We could try extortionists, Captain.

Six or five guys at construction sites.

- Once you get a printout on the eligibles,

I'd be interested to know how you think we should proceed.

- We'll let you know our thinking, Captain.

- What's the 20 questions? - You're wasting time, JD.

- Hey, come on, John. Let's go, babe.

- Was I legal, Irwin?

Yes or no?

- Maybe.

At least I can make the argument.

Go ahead.

- Stan, Evan's collected a Charles Weeks department.

We're going to itemize and catalogue.

- Interrogation B. - Thank you.

- Listen, I'll see you in 30 seconds.

- If they tail me, can I leave?

- I suppose you could request judicial relief

for lack of probable cause.

- I may ask you for that.

- Why don't you just stay clean, Mr. Russ?

- A man's got to eat.

- Ah!

- You better hide, Judas.

- Don't you address me in a threatening way.

- And you don't understand what happened anyways.

- Are we done? Am I out?

- Out? What is he talking about, "out"?

- I'm out of here, Sid.

- I'm skating. - Hey, this man is under arrest.

Detective Buntz, he's out. Louis Russ is out?

- Are you guys crazy?

- Yeah, I understand he cut some kind of deal

with the furlough commission.

- You be good, Sid.

- I come down to get my $200,

I might as well use it for a body bag.

- Hey, come on, let's have your buddies okay your payout.

- Oh, come on, Lieutenant, don't squeeze me now.

I'm gonna have to blow town.

- What's Furillo's shot, Neal?

- Whatever it is, he doesn't want us to know about it.

- Let's not fight the man, though.

- We're getting a ton of names.

If we can make the inquiry more specific...

- Hey, if I could make it more specific, I would.

- Hey, tell me your arrangement with this guy.

- 50 bucks when he's right.

- 50?

Not 200?

- Oh, this is great. You guys.

You put a python back on the street,

a little mouse is scrambling around waiting to be lunch,

and you won't give him his last piece of cheese.

- What's he talking about?

- Eh, he gave me something this morning,

said you guys would pay him to deuce.

- Louis Russ I gave him,

very good friend of the Loch Ness Monster.

- I popped the guy for moving some hot pieces.

Then he went in front of the Captain's Commission,

and they must have cut some kind of deal.

- Tell him the name.

- Russ, two S's, Louis.

- Punch it up, see if it fits the profile we gave you.

I think I just heard a penny drop in here.

- Louis Russ, racketeering, assault...

- Give Sid his 50.

- Thanks for the help.

- Oh, my pleasure.

I need total facial surgery and relocation from the state.

This should just about do it.

- JD?

- A shot in the dark, Captain.

- Louis Russ, is that the name you want us to come up with?

- Frank... - Listen to me, JD.

- Have you ever heard of a case in which the accused

has been given bad Miranda?

- It's been known to happen.

- How did you go forward in that situation?

- Its gonna make independently, you can't use the confession

or any of its proceeds.

Are you telling me that Russ got bad Miranda

for killing Garibaldi?

- JD.

- Don't say a world.

- I guess so.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

- I got something both of you ought to listen to.

- Go ahead, I'll be right there.

- Renko. Look at all this toilet paper.

- notify officer on incidents at a Korean grocery store?

- Yeah, what happened?

- Robbery. Shots fired, man down.

- You put a notify officer on Pak's store?

- Let's go, Renko. - What is this

with Trenton Moore, why don't you adopt him?

- I hate this gunky ink.

- Ms. Dolan...

do you mind if I ask you a completely candid question?

- Don't get naughty, Sarge.

- What do you mean?

- Nothing.

- Go ahead.

- How did you get this job?

- Well, I told you, from Mr. Pierson.

- I know. I know. From personnel.

But I also know that you're civil service qualified.

- Unh-uh. - Unh-uh? What, unh-uh?

You got to be qualified, it's a civil service job.

- Well, then, I must be.

- Didn't you take a civil service examination?

- See, I met Mr. Pierson at the airport,

and I was just so lucky 'cause I had just lost

my rental car job, and I was just walking

around the corner and Fred and his cousin,

they were just coming back from Atlantic City.

- Yeah. Yeah. - Fred, Fred being Mr. Pierson?

- Uh-huh.

And I just got so lucky because he gave me his card

he said he thought there was something he could do with me.

- I'll bet.

- Well, I mean, but if there's an exam to take,

I'd be happy to take it.

- Excuse me.

- I'll watch the counter.

- Let's be honest with each other, Charlie.

- Sure.

- I'm serious.

- Where are we?

- Weeks and Keenan the day Keenan was killed.

- I just got a call.

A couple of Heights detectives got caught stealing suits

and they're ratting each other out.

- Can that go any place?

- This is my point.

We're the two people can hurt each other,

and we can keep each other protected.

- Makes sense.

- Look, I don't figure you love me,

but I got $5,000 for you.

- I'm very fond of you.

- You're fond of me, but you don't love me.

- Shows you, though, when you save your pennies,

you saved another cop's salary.

Here's my point, Charlie.

I want to give you that every year.

I want to be around to give it to you.

- Same time next year, huh? - Let's make it an annual thing.

- That's great.

- I don't want to kill you, Weeks.

I want to live to enjoy my money,

and I don't want to burn in hell, okay?

- What's the matter? - I don't want to think about

killing anyone, and I don't want to be

looking over my shoulder, you understand me?

- Calm down, we're okay.

- Are we okay? - We're okay. We're all right.

- We're all right? - We're all right.

Nobody's gonna kill anyone.

- Weeks was scared.

He killed Keenan because he was scared.

- Nothing to incriminate... - Is that relief I hear, Frank?

- There's still three big envelopes to go through.

- Different agenda this time, Tony.

- We want you to look at some names.

- You're kidding. I'll get a hernia carrying this.

- A few minutes of your time. Just shop around in there.

- We're looking for street shys, somebody who's looking maybe

to step up. - The problem your cop had,

nobody in the streets gonna lend that kind of money.

- We could start with the As, let's start with the Rs.

- Fellas, there's like a thousand names here.

- Hey JD, how about that fire at... last year?

They ever find the torch?

- Ha, ha, ha, I was at the shore.

Slow up if you want me to look, huh?

- Sorry, my man.

- Roberts, no. Rotheryn.

There's a kid who had a racket falling down in malls.

There's a guy who fits, "Leg Breaker."

He was always looking to get into finance.

- Louis Russ?

- Black fellow.

No offense, Detective, you don't get too many

your color high echelon shylocks.

- No initiative, huh? - Who knows with that stuff.

- Let's try this guy, Russ.

- Thanks for your time.

- Forget it.

- Please.

- What happened? - Very bad. They shot him.

How is he? - He protect my mother.

- Who shot you, Trenton?

- His friend shot him.

- Jody Buffum shoot you, huh, he do you, Trenton?

- Let me get him to the hospital.

- You want to go to the hospital with us, Mr. Pak?

- He protect my mother.

- I don't even trust him to make change.

- Step back.

Mr. Pak, come on, Mr. Pak. - Wanted to very much.

- Trenton would be happy to see anybody.

- Very grateful. Ashamed.

- Excuse me.

Sorry.

You coming from Springfield?

You live here?

- No.

- You live in the city?

You want my pickle?

Go ahead, you're hungry.

I can always feel it when somebody's hungry.

- No, thank you.

- My niece had a birthday party.

You want to see her picture?

- Cute.

How old?

- Nine months.

Ain't she a doll?

Oh, sorry.

- Let me try the pickle.

- Yeah, well, you tell Mr. Pierson to call me

as soon as he gets back.

Now, don't forget. Right away, huh? Okay.

- Sergeant.

- Yeah. Mrs. Furillo.

Mr. Garibaldi.

- I wanted to get my son's things.

- Yeah, they've just been released.

Downstairs, sir.

There's a notebook

a couple of other documents that the detectives

want to hang onto.

- Mrs. Furillo said they think maybe Harry

knew the person who killed him.

They think maybe that he was in trouble.

- I just know what they're holding for evidence.

- That's what I hear.

That's the rumors.

I don't believe it.

Everything here has been cleared.

- Reed took me all of ten minutes, Captain.

Your bust doesn't work.

- What bust? - Louis Russ.

This orders his release.

This tells your detectives not to follow him.

This isn't Gulag, gentlemen.

You don't make a deal at noon and break it at 2:00.

- What's going on, Captain, we brought this guy in

for questioning. - Got tipped by an informant.

- Are these freestyle or compulsory?

- How about it, can I go?

- Unless the Constitution has been totally abrogated here.

- Check the writ, Stan.

If it's in order, let him go.

- Captain.

- Captain. Captain.

That slime killed Garibaldi. - It's a court order, JD.

- So, we won't exactly follow him.

We'll stay 101 yards away.

- That wouldn't be following the spirit of the order.

- I don't believe this. You just turned the law

inside out to get us to pick the guy up.

- I won't go against a direct court order.

- There's still legal moves to play.

- Maybe we can send the file to Division...

- Legal moves? Legal freaking moves?

- Cut it out, JD.

- Mr. Burhan, yes...

- Yes, I would...

I'm ready to take that yin in my yang, Mr. Burhan.

I'm ready to take delivery of my Shar-Pei.

8:00 would be excellent.

Well, I suppose I could pay cash,

although I would want some sort of a record.

- Let's go, move! Move! - Move it!

Move! Move!

- Guy's dead, Captain.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry.

- It's all right. It's not your fault!

It's not your fault. I could have frisked him, too.

- Listen. It's all right.

- Nizer.

- Belker, where you been?

- I've been on a tail

- Did you call in? The guys at your precinct

were worried about you. - Forget it.

What happened to chicken jacket?

- Well, you're right. The guy's a mole.

- He works for another guy.

- Where's the other guy?

- He deals out of a cab.

They're moving goods both ways. They stash them in lockers.

Should we pop them?

- You take chicken jacket.

This one's mine.

Come on!

- You are busted!

- There he is.

- Yo. Hell.

- You did a good thing, Trenton.

- Yeah, sure.

I'll probably lose my damn job.

Pak will think I'm too much trouble.

- No. No.

He's real grateful for what you did, Trenton.

- I guess I'll go ahead and bring those charges

against Jody.

- Glad you came, Mr. Pak.

- How you feeling, Trenton?

- He's worried that you might fire him.

- No. - Tell him.

- I don't know what that is but you can't have it in hospital.

- It's for patient.

- Not for any of my patients it isn't.

- Mr. Pak, why don't you give this to the police?

- For police?

Fine.

- I sit with you, Trenton?

- Sure.

- It is said that the extreme elasticity of your skin

enables you to invert yourself in the jaws

of an assailant and deliver a vicious a counter bite.

Did you know that? Hmm?

Oh, yes. I must say...

you are almost zen-like in the purity

of your unattractiveness.

Aw. Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I hurt your feelings?

I'm sorry. You are my favorite puppy.

Yes.

The soft little wrinkles. Mm-hmm.

We are going to have such a good time together.

And when you grow up,

yes, you are going to have a harem

of beautiful Shar-Pei bitches. Yes, you are.

No gender ambiguity here, huh, big fella?

Meh, that's okay.

- It wasn't exactly how I wanted to make the case.

- Only thing I'm sorry about is the old man goes away.

- You start that vigilante stuff, and you and me both

are out of jobs...

- JD.

- Hey, how you doing?

Hey, Lieutenant, you've been working with Buntz.

He handle himself?

- He's okay.

Still unorthodox.

I don't like him.

There, I told the truth.

- You know, it ain't like when you're married.

You don't have to love the guy.

- Hmm, goodnight.

- Hey, Lieutenant.

You okay?

- You think that list was kind of short?

- Where?

Oh, that VD list from this morning.

- It was a sweetheart's list.

My cousin's.

Think 12 names is pretty short.

- Well, your cousin, he hasn't had his last... yet,

has he Lieutenant?

- Not yet.

- Hey, Lieutenant, what's happening?

Hey, come on and pull up a stool.

- Thanks.

- Goodnight, Lieutenant.

- Goodnight, JD.

- You know what these are, Irwin?

These aren't anything Weeks did.

These are Xeroxes of Keenan's records.

- Keenan's records?

- Day by day is what it looks like.

Names, collections, payments.

We got him, Irwin.

- Weeks, I love this guy.

He stole, he believes in records.

A prosecutor's dream.

- What's new in Pandora's box?

- Pretty interesting.

- Weeks must have Xeroxed Keenan's files

to have something extra on him.

- Here's an interesting page.

Frank, there's six names just on this page.

- You look like Cheshire Cats.

In memoriam, Louis Russ gave you all this

and had the good grace to get himself killed.

- Hello?

When?

No, take him directly to Michigan Avenue,

maximum-security 24 hours, right.

Thanks.

Division just picked up Charlie Weeks.

- May I say something?

I think tomorrow we're gonna be pretty big heroes in this town.

- How about when you're hot, you're hot?