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- What do you think?

- It's thorough, specific, solid, terrific job.

- But?

- I'm surprised you don't call for Daniels's resignation.

- It wasn't in the commission's mandate to address that.

- Maybe not, but there's enough here to make it

a reasonable conclusion.

- Then the chief should draw it or City Council.

- Really. It's not my judgment, not without criminality.

- You loyalist, Furillo.

- Look, if I were in Daniels's shoes, I'd probably resign.

But I'm not, he is.

I'm gonna show him the draft this morning.

- You're what?

- He commissioned it. I owe it to him.

Maybe he'll do the right thing.

- Maybe.

- I love you.

See you at the council.

- I love you, Frank.

- Set up the barriers here.

- What happened?

- Bauer took off night shift sick about three a.m.

Says this kid attacked him on the way home.

- You made it, Rodriguez.

Screwed around long enough to make it a day shift report.

- Witnesses?

- Bauer called it in himself.

- Him and his pal tried to take me off.

Whacked me with some kind of pipe.

- We find it?

- No, the kid took off with it. The one I didn't pump.

- Thanks. Come on, Bauer. I'll drive you to the house.

- Great. Just the way I wanna spend my morning.

- Hey, it ain't exactly my dream day either, Bauer.

How about we save the whizzing and moaning?

It's open.

- Item Five, squad room security procedures.

Now, short of frisking everybody,

which isn't practical, or installing

a separate entrance with metal detectors,

which we don't have the dough to do,

squad room access for civilians

is always gonna be a matter of judgment.

That means there's gonna be mistakes.

People, every one of you, try to be a last checkpoint.

Try to be alert for bing-bongs and weirdoes in case like

what happened last Thursday with the grieving father

of Harry Garibaldi

in case your duty sergeant makes a wrong call.

Okay, yeah, Item Six,

now people, this is not one of those paintings

that you'll find at the modern art museum.

- Believe it or not, this is an ordinary traffic ticket.

It was returned by the traffic court

for inability to prosecute because of summons illegibility.

Now the violator here seems to have been arrested

for something that reads "fruther to hide slubstant."

- And the signature on this magnificent

piece of police work

seems to read Benjie Binko.

- Now I don't recall any officer Binko in this precinct.

And I would appreciate it if he would step forward,

identify himself so we could translate

these hieroglyphics, huh?

- All right, Andy, would you be so good as to read

the original charge for us?

- What's this word here?

- I don't know, Andy. You wrote it.

- Oh, failure to heed stop sign.

Anybody could see that.

- Nice going, Andy.

But from now, write 'em so others can read em, huh?

- Officer Binko. - Be quiet!

- We can't forget the fundamentals.

Okay, people, let's roll! Let's do the job.

- I am businessman! You are stopping my business!

- Over here, camel breath!

- Sergeant Jablonski, if memory serves, you have a dog?

- Blackie.

- Yes, well, perhaps we could talk

after work about getting Blackie a canine companion.

- I don't think Blackie and me would be interested.

- Oh, well, I'm convinced that we could kindle that interest.

Once you heard my presentation,

I'll say just one word: Shar Pei.

- Shar Pei? - Shar Pei.

He could bring a whole new dimension to your lifestyle.

I'll look forward to talking with you.

- Gees, I can hardly wait.

- Fazi, F-a-z-i.

Correct.

Why you arrest me and not real criminals?

- 'Cause the subway is off-limits

to unlicensed vendors.

- These toys are for little babies

to make them happy, not be crying.

Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!

Hello, little baby.

- Babies really like this thing?

- Are you kidding with me? Meow!

They're crazy nuts for them. You have baby?

Here, take, take. I give, I give.

Yes. Here you are. You take and I go.

Meow! Meow!

- Fazi go?

- Animal charades, Mick?

- Fazi, stay! - Animal charades?

Why don't you mind your own freaking business,

you freaking queeg!

- Captain? - I'll be right there.

- Captain, we got an officer-involved

night shift guy, Dave Bauer.

- Was it a good shooting? - I'm gonna write it up now.

- Victim was on a scholarship to Amherst.

He was back in the city to present a Dubois Merit Award.

That was his high school principal

who wants a meeting with you.

- Any time after the City Council hearing.

- Stan, Chief Daniels's office. Back in an hour.

- Right, Captain.

- We've got community heat on this

even though it was a righteous shoot.

Kid sounds like Horatio Alger.

- What was Horatio doing on that street at four in the morning?

- What was Dave Bauer doing there?

- Oh, Lieutenant, I know you're not

a hands-on kind of personnel officer.

- You got that right.

- Yeah, but we been through seven khakis

in the last two weeks.

- Well, maybe eight's the magic number.

- Lieutenant, the people that we're getting

from this guy Pearson in Department Personnel

just ain't qualified.

I'm not sure this Miss Dolan even took the exam.

- Check her records? - Yeah.

Says that she took the exam.

But the day after that incident with

Garibaldi's father, she was waffling.

You wanna know what I think?

- Only if I don't have to do anything about it.

- I believe that job opportunities are being offered

in return for certain favors.

- Favors?

- Like of a sexual nature.

- So you figure Pearson's turning these ladies

over before he turns them out?

- It's certainly not a subject that I wanna

brooch with the man.

But that's my guess. Correct?

- Well, yeah, I guess maybe this is the kind of thing

I should look into.

- I wish you would.

- Tell Miss Dolan I'd like to see her in the lineup.

- I appreciate that.

- Hey, I'm the personnel officer.

- Hey, Lynnetta. It's J. D. LaRue.

Listen, this is a cop hangout we're going to

so don't break out the A threads.

And don't eat lunch.

Dinner's being prepared by Cordon Bleu LaRue.

- Hey, do you guys mind?

- Okay, baby. Good.

See you later. Me too.

- Okay, go ahead.

- Okay, so I'm outta the car. I'm fighting with this kid.

Whack, he hits me right here with a steel pipe and I'm down.

But I got him by the sweatshirt.

I'm holding onto him, trying to pull out my piece.

Now this other kid comes out of nowhere,

who he also is trying to kick hell outta me.

I get off a shot, the other kid screams.

The first kid lets go.

He turns to the other kid who's hit, which I also tried

to plant the first kid too.

I took two shots at him, but he got away.

- Can you describe the assailant who ran?

- Yeah, he's 5'9", gray sweatshirt, green pants.

- See his face? - No.

It was a no-write up brand stalking.

- Hey, why don't you save the attitude, huh?

- Hey, I see his face, I'm gonna get his face first, aren't I?

- Hey, listen, Bauer.

For openers, your story is a joke.

If you stopped at the convenience

at 133 and Decker, how come you parked at 131?

- There was no closer spots.

- Aw, well, congratulations for being the first cop

in history not to double-park.

- Excuse me. Officer Bauer?

IAD Officer Shipman. - Join the inquisition.

- I'm here to get your statement about this morning's incident.

- I just gave it to these guys.

- Separate investigations, officer.

I'm afraid you'll have to give it to me too.

- Could I talk to you a sec, Officer Bauer?

- What's the problem?

- Listen, Bauer, your giving IAD your statement is gonna

give us just enough time to go the convenience

and find out you're not on the night camera.

Now maybe you had business on 131st.

And maybe you got a good reason for not wanting

to talk about it.

Maybe it was a righteous shoot.

- I'm telling you, it was.

- I'm telling you, I don't care how good

your reasons are for lying.

If you don't wanna be treated like a perp instead

of another cop by the time we get back here,

you better start giving straight answers.

Come on. He's all yours.

- I'm looking through or app file, Miss Dolan.

Well, I find a grade, but no copy of a test.

- Well, Mr. Pearson gave me the examination orally.

- I see.

And where did this oral exam take place?

- In a hot tub.

- Pearson's got a hot tub?

- No. We went to the Bubble Your Pleasure Spa.

It's pretty clear what happened, isn't it?

Do you like playing cat and mouse, making me feel dirty?

- Hey, hey, hey. Come on, here.

Here, go on. Give a blow.

I get 'em dry cleaned.

Look, I'm not making any moral judgments here, Miss Dolan.

But I gotta get the facts.

- All right.

- So after the exam, then what?

Dance with no steps? - I'm afraid so.

- Yeah. And the next morning, what?

You wake up and, bing, you're qualified?

- The next morning? Try five minutes.

- Five minutes?

Like a kid with candy, huh?

- What is that supposed to mean? I can't take this!

- Hey, hey, hey. Well, take it easy, Miss Dolan.

- I'm not qualified! I shouldn't have this job!

- Look...

- But I don't need to take any pinch and tickle!

- Hey, I'm just making a little joke here, all right?

I mean, we know you ain't no

Mary freakin' Poppins here, you know?

- That is it! I quit!

- Hey, hey, hey! Look. Hey, don't be upset.

Listen, I'm just fooling around with you, right?

Just having a good time.

- I slept in mud. I ate water bugs.

They killed my woman. But I didn't care!

'Cause I had a mission to bring the prisoners back home!

And you!

You didn't even write your Congressman!

'Cause people don't care about American servicemen

still missing in action!

They're right there in the kitchen!

Americans!

Treated no better than a water buffalo!

- Who you calling a buffalo? Why don't you be quiet

and let these folks eat in peace?

- What peace?

Americans in tiger cages eating fish heads!

- Cisco? - Who you talking to?

- You, Alan Branford. Cut the crapola.

- You don't understand. - No, you don't understand.

Now the show's over. Come on.

- Hey, air surveillance photos! Prison in Laos!

Shows prisoners sitting cross-legged, cross-legged!

Not squatting like Asians. You know what that means?

- Hey, look, pal. I was there!

Don't be fooling with that crap, all right?

- Hey, I ain't foolin'.

I just delivered a birthday greeting.

I'm an actor.

I'm allowed to improvise around my subtext.

- Al, Al, Al! What is this, huh?

- Oh, that's plastic. It's a simulated M16.

Ack-ack-ack-ack.

- What do you... All right, that's it, pal.

You're going in!

- No, Joe! Think for just a second.

You wanna deal with this guy for the next four hours?

Think about it.

- You want me to bust this guy?

- I want him out! - Come on.

- You never let me win.

- Out!

- You know, Frank, when people were telling me

one of my rising young lieutenants was a drunk,

unfit to serve, an embarrassment,

it wasn't easy to support you.

It took something you obviously haven't got:

loyalty, a sense of gratitude.

- I said we'd follow the evidence wherever it led, Chief.

- What evidence? Where?

There isn't a shred in here to incriminate me.

You're using an amalgam of insinuation and innuendo

to build your shrive little conclusion.

- I didn't come here to debate the findings.

- Then what?

- I thought you had a right to see this

before it went to the Council.

- Why? So I'd have time to fall on my sword?

So you could walk in there with my badge in your pocket?

Frank, whatever last flickering loyalty brought you here,

I'd like to appeal to now.

I'd like you to tear out that last section

and leave it in my wastebasket.

The indictments of Keenan's bunch and the rest,

fine, first-rate job.

But let's throw out this last bunch of pontification.

- I won't do that, Chief.

- Then take your best shot, friend.

But it won't be the last one fired.

- Lt. Norman Buntz, Mr. Pearson.

Personnel officer, Hill Street.

- Phones out? - No, the phone ain't out.

And don't crack wise with me, Pearson.

- What's our problem?

- Our problem is that you been sending us morons to be

our khaki officers which me and my duty sergeant

couldn't figure out until Miss Dolan told us

a little story about how she got to be qualified

after you gave her a little oral exam down

at the Bubble Your Pleasure Hot Tub Salon?

- That little mutt.

- You're in it up to your lips, Pearson.

You could be goin' away.

- No. - No?

Falsification of records, solicitation to commit lewd

and immoral acts? - Oh, God.

- Oh, God is correct there, Pearson.

You better get your mind right.

- What do you need?

- I need khakis that can write their own names.

And preferably some other people's.

- You got it.

- And starting today, Miss Dolan, she left us.

- I'll have someone there at two.

- All right.

- Lieutenant, all this stuff about going to jail?

- Just do your job, all right?

- Well, you wanna help me with my screening procedure?

I'm just thinking, you know.

If you had a hands-on interview...

- What are you suggesting here?

- Oh, I just wanna be able to satisfy your exact needs.

- Our exact needs are we don't need anymore airheads.

- Tell you what. I'll send a candidate up there.

She'll understand that it's subject

to your interview approval.

Now all things being equal, Lieutenant, give me a sense

in terms of physical appearance.

- How you mean? - Lieutenant, loosen up.

What do you wanna see in a woman?

- Tell you one thing.

I think this country's too hung up on thinness.

- Just look at the transcript, Lieutenant!

It's a record of a life!

- We're all aware of Rodney Yarborough's

achievements, Mr. Stevenson.

- These would have only been the beginning.

- You think it's gonna make Mr. Yarborough feel any better?

- I think it's a little late for you people

to start worrying about what hurts James Yarborough.

- I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Yarborough.

The fact is, our officer said he was attacked

by your son and another boy.

- Another boy? Another nigger?

- Oh, come on, Mr. Stevenson!

- An honor student!

My first full scholarship to an Ivy League college

and you say he's out committing a robbery.

- He was on that street.

- The officer said there were two boys?

- That's correct. - Henry?

- Captain Furillo, this is Mr. Yarborough.

- I'm sorry for your loss, sir.

- Thank you, Captain.

- And Mr. Stevenson, Rodney's principal.

- Your officer took a precious asset

from our community, Captain.

Community's gonna demand justice.

- We all want that, Mr. Stevenson.

- Let's just leave things for now.

Let's let the police do their investigation.

- Justice better come quickly. - Captain?

We checked the video of that convenience store

Bauer said he went to? He's not on it.

- Could he have mistaken the store?

- Uh-uh.

Only one open around there that time of night, Captain.

- Captain, I want your man on a desk 'til further notice.

- The community's reacting very strongly to this shooting.

- Wish we could give you early disposition.

Officer Bauer's not being very forthcoming.

- Captain, thank God. They're killing me.

I mean, I'm raw meat for that shoo-fly from IAD.

- Your statement doesn't check out.

We can't place you at that convenience store.

- Listen to me, Captain.

I got personal problems.

I got no home since the wife kicked me out.

I can't sleep when I get off.

I have to drive around to unwind.

I usually stop in that place for smokes.

Maybe... Maybe I didn't go in there last night.

I mean, I'm exhausted. I just got beat up.

Maybe I'm confused.

Well, the point is, it was a good shoot.

- You listen to me, Bauer.

Kid you shot wasn't some street punk with a sheet.

He was in college.

He'd never had a day's worth of trouble.

- I'm telling you, him and the other kid took me off!

- And I'm prepared to believe that.

But I wanna know how it went down.

And I wanna know now. Otherwise, get a lawyer.

- I already told it pretty much the way it was.

Except there was a girl there.

- I don't want to extract this piece by piece.

- All right, all right. I was with a hooker.

- You know her name?

- Junelle.

- Pick her up.

See if she corroborates Bauer's statement.

- You got it, Captain. - Frank? We gotta get going.

- Got the indictments? - Signed and sealed.

Nervous? Terrified?

- Nope. Too late for that now.

- I came here to get my sciatic nerve massaged

and some fruitcake almost kills me with a bow and arrow.

- If it's that Branford jerk again, Luce...

- Hey. Is this guy all right?

- Angina. We called his cardiologist.

- They say it's over. They say we lost.

But it'll never be over

'til we get you back to America free.

- Put that bow and arrow down, Branford!

- We gotta get them outta here.

- Come on, come on, get down. Fun's over now.

- I have a mission to accomplish.

- Right. - You can't stop me.

- Mm-hmm. - Only delay me.

- Right.

- Yeah, well, we'll see about that.

You have the right to remain silent.

- Hey, you looking awful good today.

- Shut up, Branford!

- Hey, you better listen to me now!

- Hey, what's the problem?

It's just got rubber tips on the end of the arrows.

- Yeah?

You should have told that to the guy outside.

He doesn't have a rubber tip chest

and those are real angina pains.

- Come on!

You have the right to remain silent.

You give up the right to remain silent, anything you say...

- Back to business for everybody!

- Mr. Burhan?

- Lieutenant Hunter, you'll have to forgive me.

I'm late for a plane.

- Oh, could I just have 30 seconds, sir?

I need a quick pep talk.

- What's the problem?

- Well, I have approached a number

of my colleagues and friends

and I am certain that I've been close to some sales.

- Not a good closer, eh?

- Well, I was hoping that you could rev me up, you know?

When I left after our first meeting,

I was going full throttle.

- Your situation cries out for a sales support

group seminar, Lieutenant.

Enroll in my section. It's $100.

Did you bring you check book?

- Well, no.

I didn't think there'd be any further cost.

- Lieutenant, you have an investment

that you must protect.

You came wishing to be revved up?

The support group will rev you up. $100.

- Well, let's see if I have any money.

- Discount for cash. - Oh. All I have is $40.

- Accepted. I trust you for the rest.

- When does the support group meet?

- I will inform you by registered mail.

- Magnus Burhan? - Who wants to know?

- Detective John Scanlon, Bunco Squad.

I have a warrant for your arrest.

- Mr. Burhan isn't here. - That's Burhan.

Lieutenant Hunter, Hill Street Precinct.

What are the charges?

- Guy's running Ponzi schemes in five states.

- Oh, Judas.

- Conclusion Eight.

The commission today files indictments against

39 police officers from four precincts and Central Division.

Obviously, this number of indictments and

the organized nature of the criminal activities

of Deputy Chief Keenan and his associates raises

the question of possible department-wide corruption.

We find no evidence of systemic corruption

other than this network established by Keenan.

While the commission finds no evidence of criminal activity

on the part of the Chief of Police, Fletcher Daniels,

we nevertheless observe that Keenan was

the Chief's deputy for three and a half years

and was also employed in Daniels's mayoral campaign.

It's the opinion of the commission that,

if Chief Daniels didn't know what Deputy Chief Keenan

was doing, he should have known.

Finally, the commission regrets the attitude among many members

of the force who testified that a certain amount

of corruption "goes with the territory".

Corruption flourishes where an atmosphere of tolerance

for it prevails.

The appointment of this commission by Chief Daniels,

while a positive step to clear the air, is only a beginning.

We must not wait five years to continue the work begun today.

Thank you.

- Thank you, Captain.

On behalf of the entire subcommittee,

this meeting is adjourned.

- I don't question Captain Furillo's intentions.

I don't accuse him of personal ambition.

I do feel his conclusions distort the evidence

in his own committee's report.

Naturally, I'm heartened that Captain Scapizzi

who also served on the commission,

shares my feelings.

- That's correct.

- Chief Daniels, do you have any intention of resigning?

- Absolutely not.

And given all the trumpet blasts of righteousness

that Captain Furillo has been sounding,

I feel quite certain if he felt I should resign,

he'd have called for my resignation.

- Watch your back, Furillo.

- I understand and sympathize with the community's concern

over the loss of this young man.

In a small way, I hope my presence here

today dramatizes that concern.

- Has Officer Bauer been arrested, Chief?

- The shooting of Rodney Yarborough

and the robbery which Hill Street Officer Bauer

alleges preceded it are both under investigation.

In addition, Hill Street Officer Bauer's

status is currently under review by Internal Affairs.

I can guarantee you that, as soon as all the facts are in,

appropriate measures will be taken.

- Then an arrest is imminent?

- I'll have to consult with Captain Furillo

on that question.

As you know, the Captain's been rather busy

on other fronts today.

- Miss Davenport, we got a customer for you.

Alan Branford, Room B.

- Thank you, Sergeant. En garde.

I'll call you from court.

- Don't count on dinner. - Long lunch, Captain?

- My office?

- Has there been any progress on the Yarborough shooting?

- I won't discuss that here.

- You have a rather selective concern for discretion, Captain.

- All right, Junelle! You can clear me!

Just tell the truth about those kids!

- Back here!

- Is she a witness in the Yarborough shooting?

- Come on, come on!

- Bauer's got a supporting witness?

- Disappointed?

- I wanna hear her interrogation.

- That's not appropriate.

- I wanna hear her interrogation, Captain.

A rogue cop and a hooker.

This just gets better and better.

- I ain't sayin' nothin' until I know what you people want.

I been caught in these switches before.

- Hey, ain't nobody tryin' to catch you

in a switch, Junelle. - Mm-hmm.

That's what they said the last time.

And it cost me six months in Margaret Cooper.

- She made a statement?

- We just got started, Chief. - Who's he?

- I'm Chief of Police Daniels. You have nothing to fear.

Just tell us exactly what happened on that street

this morning.

And don't feel you have to protect the policeman.

- You expect me to believe that?

- Ms. Robinson, has anyone in this precinct,

anyone including a senior officer,

tried to get you to protect Officer Bauer?

- I don't know what they want.

I told them that when they picked me up.

Just tell me what you need.

- The truth. We just want the truth.

- And nothin' will happen?

All right.

I was coppin' up at the Cuban zone, 137th.

And Bauer comes in and scores some coke.

- An addict to boot.

How many of those you got patrolling the Hill?

- Go on, Junelle.

- So Bauer seen me and he tells me

I'm gonna give him a freebie.

Maybe I shouldn't say no more.

Maybe I need a lawyer with me!

- You have complete immunity. Go on.

- So we get in the car. And we go down to 131.

And I did the man, okay?

My side of the door was busted.

So he had to get outta the car to let me out.

And that's when they jumped him.

- Who jumped him? - Them two boys.

They must have followed us.

One of 'em I seen at the Cubans all the time.

He hit Bauer up side the head with a tire iron.

And Bauer started fighting with him.

And then the other one jumped in.

And then Bauer shoots. And that's all I saw.

And that's when I ran like hell.

- So Bauer shot as he was being attacked?

- That's right, and that's the way it went down.

- They're gonna do it to me. You know that?

This damn shoo-fly's gonna cost me my kid.

- How's that? - I'm in a custody fight.

She leaves him locked in his room.

You believe that? Six years old?

Tried calling the slut all day.

Guess the fleet's in.

- You'll be able to take care of a kid?

- I was gonna hire one of them Central American illegals.

In the bin, you pay 'em $50 a week.

Junelle?

- Take her with you to Cubans. - Right, Captain.

- You tell 'em the truth, Junelle?

Excuse me, Chief Daniels. Dave Bauer, sir.

I'm sure Junelle probably didn't make me look

like a saint in there.

But if she told the truth, I should be okay.

- Okay? Officer, what I heard in that room turned my stomach.

You're a disgrace to the badge.

- Chief? - What?

- Don't do it. - Don't do what, Captain?

- Tar all Hill Street with one bad cop.

- Let's be consistent, Furillo.

I failed to sniff out Keenan.

You're willing to go after my scalp.

- Chief? - Stay away from me, Bauer!

I think I need some fresh air.

This whole precinct makes me sick.

- You know the whereabouts of over 2,000

American servicemen have not been verified?

Course, you don't wanna think about that.

'Cause if you think about that,

then you gotta think about the whole thing!

Am I right?

- Mr. Branford? - Am I right?

- Mr. Branford! - Hey, Joyce, how you doing?

You know, that really knocks me out.

An actor's out there in the general public

trying to practice his craft.

And he tries to raise a little social consciousness

and everybody freaks out!

- Mr. Branford...

Alan, I'd like your consent

to request psychiatric hospitalization.

- Of course. What you like, I like.

But hospitalization at this point in my career?

I don't know.

- It would probably prevent the filing of criminal charges.

- Joyce...

Joyce.

I'm a complicated guy.

- That's fair.

- You know what they do to complicated people

in the puzzle house?

They try to smooth this all out.

I do not want to lose who I am.

- Who are you?

- I don't know.

It's what I love about myself.

I only need one thing.

- What? - A three-piece suit.

My cleaners is right around the corner.

- I'll do what I can.

- J. D., I was just thinking that maybe...

- Here it comes. - What?

- Another do and don't about Lynnetta at dinner tonight.

- I was just gonna say that Lynnetta

might probably be a little nervous, you know.

I mean, it's not that she doesn't have

a sense of humor.

- Man, this woman has got her hooks in you, man.

- Hey, man, check out Junelle.

- Well, now we know what she be doing inside.

- Mm-hmm.

- He's in there on the sofa.

- Sweatshirt? Green pants?

- Mm-hmm. Derrick. I remember his name now.

- Stay right there.

- Police! Freeze it!

- What's going on? - Hey, I'm innocent, man.

- Well, come on, move, move! Get your butt outta here!

- You're busted, Derrick. - Oh, I'm busted, huh?

- Come on, bro. Let's go.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right to remain silent...

- Home boy, you ain't got to 'splain nothing to me, man.

My brother dead. - Who's your brother?

- Rodney Yarborough, college hero.

- Uh-huh. - Rodney dead now.

I don't care what you do to me.

- Mr. Branford, I have the feeling that more

was involved here than simply an actor plying his trade.

- Your Honor, I commit to the parts I play.

And sometimes I over-commit to them

and in my attempt to force public awareness,

I have overstepped the boundaries of my craft.

- You're saying that, if I release you,

these exhibitions of guerilla theater will cease?

- Yes, Your Honor.

I have just been informed by my employer

that I have been terminated.

So I'm going back into repertory theater downtown, O'Neal.

No automatic weapons involved.

- Seems pretty rational to me.

- Your Honor, you just saw a man acting sane.

Believe me, Mr. Branford needs years of psychotherapy.

- How about jail, Your Honor?

- I hate to put him in Michigan Avenue, Irwin.

He'd be eaten alive.

You have a criminal complainer?

- No, Your Honor.

- Step back.

Mr. Branford, I'm gonna release you on your own recognizance.

You'll return for a hearing in two weeks.

Keep your nose clean

and I'll consider dropping criminal charges at that time.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

- Bailiff, next case.

- I'd like to talk to you.

- You were beautiful in there.

- I'm not sure the judge did what's best for you.

- I wanna take you out to dinner.

I know a nice little Andalusian restaurant...

- Don't you understand?

The judge freed you against my recommendation!

I think you need help.

- I'm sure you do.

Don't you ever shout at me again.

No, don't ever do that.

- Now level with me. Where do I stand now?

- Junelle Robinson's statement essentially corroborates yours.

LaRue and Washington are out trying

to find the other assailant.

I think you're probably okay as to the incident itself.

- My career's still finished, though.

Am I right?

- She told us some other things too.

- I know you probably don't wanna hear this.

But, you know, I used to be a pretty good cop.

- You're exhausted. Why don't you get some sleep?

We'll talk tomorrow.

- I gotta square my life away.

Captain, I wanna resign.

- I think there's sense in that.

- If I quit, I might be able to still save my pension.

I promise I'll try to clean up.

- I'd like to speak with Officer Bauer again, Captain.

- Chief, the shoot was good. What are you doing to me here?

- This isn't about the shooting.

I'd like you to submit to a physical examination.

- Chief, I'm out on my feet.

- Officer Bauer, you may want to consult an attorney.

- You have that right, Officer.

On the other hand, you may just want to get it over with.

- I just wanna get myself a security job someplace.

I just want a good enough jacket to at least support myself.

- Are you willing to submit to a physical examination,

Officer Bauer?

- You bastards. You wanna see, huh?

Right there. That's where I hit.

And sometimes there.

I put eight good years in.

- Out of how many on the force?

- Officer Bauer, consider yourself under suspension.

- So, Celeste Patterson? - That's right.

- Uh, word processing, bilingual typing?

Even CPR.

Now you sound like a regular wonder woman.

- Well, I consider myself qualified.

- So, did Mr. Pearson say anything special

about the interview?

- Just that you'd be the final judge if I got the job.

- Uh-huh.

And...

Did he give you any hints in that area, Miss Patterson?

- You mean the hint where either you and I get it on

or I don't get the job?

- Bingo.

- Well, I'm gonna tell you the same thing I told

that scum-bucket Pearson.

There's me and my six-year-old son.

Now I need this job.

And, thanks to you two, I got it. Got it?

'Cause if I don't, I'm gonna go to the mayor.

And I'm gonna go to the Chief of Police.

And I'm gonna go the State's Attorney.

And then I'm gonna go see my Congressman.

And I'm gonna raise such a stink about sexual harassment

that you're gonna wish that you were dead!

- I'll be right back. - All right.

- Hey, whoa, whoa! - You need me for any more?

- Uh, no.

We're gonna need you for a witness statement, Junelle.

It'll just be a little while.

Hey, why don't we go roller skating afterward, huh?

- We know you're lying! - Don't say that!

- Your brother died while you were doing a felony, Derrick.

I'm about to charge you with murder.

- I told Rodney not to come out with me!

I moved out three years ago so that he wouldn't get hooked!

Don't say I killed him, man! Not my own brother!

No, man!

- PD's aren't back from arraignment yet.

Put him in holding and let him cool out.

- He wasn't there to rob!

He wasn't there to get high, man!

He just wanted to protect me!

- Oh, Miss Patterson. How'd it go?

- With Lieutenant Buntz?

- Do your like your khakis in for work

a few minutes before shift, Sergeant?

- A few minutes beforehand would be great.

- See you at 0650. - 0650, huh?

Oh, Lieutenant, Miss Patterson looks like a keeper, huh?

Interview went good?

- Uh, very good, exceptionally well-qualified.

- I appreciate your stepping in.

- Look, Sergeant, don't ever involve me

in another personnel question, all right?

The entire area is a quagmire.

- Excuse me.

I'd like to speak to Lieutenant Goldblume, please?

- Mr. Yarborough?

- Lieutenant, there is a way that my son Rodney

might have been involved in that incident.

- Mr. Yarborough...

- Not robbing that officer, but perhaps protecting someone else.

- Mr. Yarborough, we've arrested Derrick.

- What's going on, Corrigan?

- Some guy with a bow and arrow.

He scared the hell outta the employees.

Now he's just racing around.

There it is again.

- Is there anybody left inside? - Yeah, an armed guard.

He just came on duty. And nobody's seen him since.

I called for an EA team.

- What's he saying? - I can't make it out.

We're gonna take this one, okay?

- Branford.

- I got him! I got the bastard!

- Man down! Call a medic!

- Hey, police! It's okay.

Let me take this.

- Call an ambulance.

- It's real, isn't it? - It sure is.

- Hey, Luce, look what else is real.

- Call an ambulance.

- At least you weren't a party to Burhan's deceptions,

were you?

Oh, these are good. You're a cute little fella.

Give me a kiss.

- Stay right there, you hear me? Stay there, stay there.

- How do you do? I'm Prunella Ashton-Wilkes.

- Howard Hunter.

- I hope you don't think I'm soliciting.

- Well, no, I... - Good.

Do you own perchance a Shar Pei?

- Well, I might.

- Now let me assure you there is no need to be evasive.

My only concern is the animal's well-being.

- Well, he's fine.

He's just... I wasn't attempting to be evasive.

It's just that I have been told that this dog

may not in fact be a purebred Shar Pei.

- Well, just look at him. Of course, he's a Shar Pei.

Oh, and how fortunate that he's here.

And not in the hands of that scoundrel, Burhan.

- You know Burhan? - Oh, yes.

It was we of the Animal Friendship League

who had the Bunco Squad sort him out.

And, of course, in my opinion, any punishment short of

thumb screws and gibbet would be insufficient for the man.

- Well, I tend to share your sentiments.

- But now my primary concern is for this doggie.

Do you intend to keep him?

Or was your purchase inspired by Burhan's franchise scheme?

- Oh, no, no.

I was interested in a companion animal.

I am definitely gonna keep him.

- Oh, good.

Guns. May I have a look?

- Oh, of course.

- Splendid set. Richard Constable.

May I?

- Of course.

- Ooh!

You know, my grandfather killed a 7th Earl of Latchmer

with one of these.

- He did? - Oh, yes.

Put a ball right through his eye.

The Latchmers accused my family of selling

cardboard boots in the Crimean War.

Tried to blame the trench foot plague on us.

We killed the whole lot of them, in duels, of course.

Oh, dear. I am banging on.

Sorry.

It's just that weapons arouse an absolute passion in me.

- Well, I think I know what you mean.

- Do you? Are you military?

- Well, yes, I have been.

I am a lieutenant in command of an emergency action team

for the police.

- How stirring.

Well, I'm going to give you my card.

I run a dog obedience school.

- Well, I could bring my puppy?

- Oh, yes, do!

That would please me very much.

- Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!

There we are! Pizza LaRue!

- Looking good, baby.

- What do you think of those shrimp

I wrapped with anchovies and bean dip, huh?

- Man, on the money.

- Neal never told me you were the master chef.

- Well, you know, it's just a hobby.

Mrs. Scalisi lets me work out on special occasions.

Ah-ah-ah, I'm the host here.

- Okay, okay.

I guess you can take the girl out of the waitress

but you can't take the waitress out of the girl.

You don't drink, J. D.?

- Not socially.

Hey, here's to whatever the two of you got

and plenty more of it, huh?

- Hear that, Neal? - Mm-hmm, I hear it, baby.

- Hey, you guys want a couple of bucks for a room?

Come on, eat first, huh?

- J. D.?

- Yo. - Phone.

- Excuse me.

You wanna cut that for a minute?

Yeah? What?

Oh, man, when?

Captain know?

Yeah, all right, all right.

- What's happening, baby?

- Bauer ate his gun.

- Mrs. Bauer? - Yes?

- I'm Captain Furillo, Hill Street Precinct.

- Oh, you know, Dave isn't here.

He doesn't live here.

- I know that, Mrs. Bauer.

I came here to tell you that earlier this evening,

Dave took his own life.

I'm sorry.

- We were separated, but I'm still his wife.

So I still get his benefits, don't I?

I mean, like 'cause he killed himself

doesn't cancel anything, does it?

- That doesn't cancel anything.

- Thank you for coming by, Captain.

- I'll never forgive Daniels for what he did with Dave Bauer.

Bad a cop as Bauer was, any human being in that room

could see he was fighting for his life.

All Daniels could see was a way to get at me.

- You would have let Bauer retire.

- Any other day, any other precinct, so would Daniels.

Instead, when he handed me Bauer's badge,

he was loving it.

- I know this is the last thing you want

to hear right now, Frank.

But I think you were a little naive today.

- I was, and I won't be again.