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- Another omelet, Officer?

- Mmm, no thanks, baby.

Got more than I can handle already.

I'm running late.

- Kenny, eat your breakfast.

- I want what Neal has.

- I already asked you what you wanted and you said

cereal, now eat it.

- Mm, take it easy, honey.

- Well, I'm sorry, Neal, I'm just worried about dinner.

You can make it tonight?

- Mm, how many times do I have to say it?

I'm 80% sure I'll be here, baby.

- You were 90% sure the last time Mother

took two buses to get here and you didn't even show.

You didn't even call.

- Hey, look, baby, I'll do everything

I can to make it by 8:00, okay?

But it's a busy time down at the precinct now.

A lot of stuff going down.

- There's always stuff. - Hey. Hey. Hey.

No, don't. I got it. I got it.

No sweat, baby, no sweat.

- It's just that I can never plan anything.

I never know anything.

- Hey, hey. You know one thing, Lynnetta.

- It's okay, Mom, he'll be here.

Won't you, Neal?

- Yeah. Sure. I'll make it somehow.

7:00 sharp. Don't you worry. Hey, I gotta go.

And you, pay attention in school, okay?

- Okay.

- All right. See you all later.

- Officer?

- Yeah, can I do something for you, Miss?

- Maybe. - Oh.

- Item seven, it's a memo from our friends

at the Suicide Prevention Center.

Statistics are showing nearly a 500% increase in what

looks like self-induced fatalities among vagrants.

Now, to put this straightforward, people.

Six men have been found looking like

all-beef patties after having fallen from high places.

Mick Belker's going to do an undercover to see

if there's any evidence of foul play.

Item eight, ongoing. Halleron and Dickerson.

Newman rides with O'Malley.

Item nine, the Arts Council is unveiling a piece of artwork

over at the Anderson Savings Plaza.

Now, there's going to be speeches

and the Arts Council has requested

minimal police presence.

Coffey, Sergeant Bates, you're art lovers.

You draw the plum.

Okay. Item 10. Item 10.

People, FYI,

I just got word from Convoy over at midtown.

IAD went after one of their uniforms for accepting

a 25-cent newspaper from the blind guy

out in front of the courthouse.

- I don't care if it's a Green Stamp

worth a 10th of a mil, don't.

These 10 days since the Furillo Commission

has wound up have created a whole new atmosphere downtown.

Mean.

Word to the wise. Okay.

Um, Item 10, uh, it's, uh, no, 11, last item.

Lieutenant Buntz is going to be late today.

He's have emergency oral surgery.

- Hell, his breath smells worse than

two razorback hogs come mating season.

- Smells like a big old pig.

- Is, uh, there something you want to say, Andy?

- What? No. Nah. Nothing.

- Okay. Let's go.

They're getting away out there.

- Come on, move it, pal.

Hey!

- I don't have any money!

- Hey, come out. Come out.

- Hey! Police!

- I told you I don't have any money!

- Hey. Hey.

You okay?

Move.

All right. Hide and seek's over, creep.

Come on out.

- I give, I give.

- Come on sucker, you want some more, huh?

'Cause I'm just getting started.

I don't believe this.

- Now, ain't that too bad. Breaks my heart.

Hey, hey, you're under arrest.

You got the right to remain silent

and unless you want the rest of your face kicked in,

I'd strongly advise you to exercise that right.

- Hey, you listen to me, jack.

All you got is a roust, 'cause I don't see no crime, dig?

No. No. I do see one.

I see false arrest real clear.

Yeah.

- Shut up and eat your breakfast, buttface, huh?

- Go ahead, man.

Don't bother me none, 'cause that's police brutality.

You see this face? That's a brutalized face.

- You could go bald real fast, you know that?

You got the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right anything you say

can and will be... hey, my upholstery.

You slime bucket.

- Ow!

- Now here's how it goes, pal.

This is class here and you don't ever

wanna spit on class.

- I just went up there with an open mind.

- What happens at them psychic fairs anyhow?

- Oh, it's great.

They got all these hippy mystical chicks.

Man, you're practically swimming in them.

- And that's where you met this Tara?

- Yeah. Who happened to be the one that wasn't like that.

She's one heavy broad.

She had me sweating, hearing voices.

- Mm, sounds pretty wild.

- Hey, you guys got to try past life therapy.

I'm not kidding you. - Uh-uh.

I got my hands full with this life.

- All right. See how easy it is to be cynical.

What do you got to lose?

- No, J.D., the question is what's your stake in this?

- Well, it's nothing.

The first session it's on the house.

Well, if you go for the whole treatment,

I make a couple of bucks. - I'll pass.

- Give me one of these things here, J.D.

- Sure.

- You know, it's funny, I once had some laughing gas

one time and I thought I was like Polish soldier

out west somewhere.

- That is your past life trying to break into the present.

That's the whole thing right there.

- You're sure it's free?

- Hey, one full introductory hour of the therapist's time.

- It was real weird.

There was like this, uh, this mountains

and then there's this old pink sign

and then like an eyeball looking at me.

It was real weird.

- Hey, there's her number.

It's only going to change your entire life.

What's that they say about one being reborn every minute?

- I'm bursting with pride today. I'm proud of all of us.

The Arts Counsel for their devoted work.

- Uh, Mr. Ekle of the Anderson Savings Bank

for their interest and commitment.

But most of all I'm proud of Bobby Castro.

- A local artist who's labored long and hard, but whose vision

will finally be available for all to see and savor...

- Cut the bebop, man.

- Well, Bobby, would you, uh, would you like to, uh,

say a few words before the actual unveiling?

- Uh, well, uh, a lot of people ask me

why I, uh, called this piece, Number 39.

Now, uh, you know, I could tell you some, uh,

jazz philosophy about the meaning of this sculpture,

but like, hey, I did not make the thing to be explained.

All right. So, uh, let's see the sucker.

- Well, let's crank her up, huh.

- That's a spaceship.

- Looks more like a giant cigar to me.

- That's a man's private part. That... that's a man's...

- Mr. Wendell Morrison, I'm Joyce Davenport.

I'll be representing you.

- This is your lucky day, Counselor.

'Cause ratface comes out of nowhere,

starts whacking me in the alley.

We're talking police brutality. Brutalizing my eyes.

Brutalizing my nose. Brutalizing my back.

- Let me guess, you're claiming resisting arrest?

- You got it.

You think I tattooed these bruises on?

- You look a lot healthier than my client, Lieutenant.

- Well, maybe I got a harder head.

- Or maybe you got an uglier face.

Maybe you got a civil suit coming your way, Jackson.

The man offered me a concussion.

- That was contusion, Ms. Davenport.

Here's his medical report.

You know, Wendell, even for a moron you don't talk too good.

- Excuse me, um, have you seen Detective Washington?

- Right over there. - Oh, thank you.

- Hi, Neal. - Hey.

Hey, baby, what's happening?

- Oh, I'm sorry to disturb you at work,

but I need to talk to you for a minute.

- Uh, yeah, yeah. Right here.

- Yes, ma'am.

On my lunch hour, say about 12:00?

Well, I did have this experience once,

but I can't talk about it

right now 'cause, uh, some of my fellow officers

happen to have what you call closed minds.

Yeah, see you then.

I'm looking forward to it, Miss Tara.

You would think a man had a better thing to do

then to spy upon his partner.

Let us go.

- I've been thinking about what happened at breakfast

this morning and I'm really upset.

And I didn't want to go into dinner

without making things right.

- Hey, it's okay, baby. Forget about it.

- Neal, I hate it when we fight and then afterwards,

Kenny got all upset.

- Kenny? What happened with Kenny?

- He started crying and he wouldn't finish

his breakfast and then he didn't want to go to school.

- Ahh.

- Neal, he's crazy about you but he's so sensitive,

and when his father would drink he's was...

He was awful to him.

- Hey, tell you what, what if I go into his school

at lunchtime and check him out, huh?

- Oh, Neal, I really appreciate this.

And I do know how hard they're working you.

- Norm, my office.

- Uh, what's the good word? - Close the door.

Has the complainant come forward on the Morrison case?

- Uh, guy's a little hinky. It's no big deal.

- Do we have his sheet? - Yeah, he's from Oklahoma.

His, uh, out-of-state's didn't print.

- According to Morrison's attorney,

your altercation this morning left him

with a hairline fracture of the jaw.

- Hey, he smacked me in the mouth.

And, I mean, I just had some dental work.

And on top of that, he spat on my upholstery.

- I don't care if he puked on your upholstery.

- Hey, look, we're not talking about

your ordinary purse snatcher here.

I mean, this guy's a regular Cro-Magnon.

This was a good bust.

I mean, it's not like I, uh, I put a bag on him or anything.

- You expect points for that?

- Due respect, this don't have to do with Mrs. Furillo

representing that tube steak?

- It has to do with ADA Bernstein's having fits

that Morrison is gonna hit us with a civil suit

and best guess is right now he could win.

- Uh-uh, not if we pull down that bakery-truck driver.

I know where he works.

I'm on my way over there right now.

Look, believe me, I know what I'm doing here, all right.

You gotta let me handle it.

- You keep me apprised, you understand?

- No problem.

- On the other subject, what you're inferring

about Ms. Davenport, that's wrong and it's insulting.

There are no special favors granted up here.

- Okay. Yeah.

- You got that now? - Yeah, I got it.

- There ain't no use talking about it.

I knows what happened to Larry.

- Larry was a jumper. - Larry was no jumper.

Larry knew stuff.

Could have been a...

- Larry was a jumper, Earl.

- You think maybe Larry jumped off the Penrose Theatre?

- Did I say that? He was a jumper in high school.

Held the City long jump record.

Yeah, he was down, but he wasn't out.

Larry was a fighter. Except when he was drunk.

I saw some brother try to take his money one night

and Larry downstroked the guy good.

- You know who got him?

- The goat man got him.

- Right, the goat man.

- They got other names for him, but I don't call him that.

The man is 12-feet tall, got horns on his head,

got a voice like chalk on a blackboard.

- It wasn't no goat man.

If you ask me, it was the little dudes.

- You mean the pixies? - Mm-hmm.

- 'Cause pixies will mess you up.

- Who are they?

- It was these two white dudes.

Real downtown. Real friendly.

Soft voices come out of a dream.

- What did they say?

- Now what you wanna know for?

How I know you ain't with them?

- I ain't with anybody.

I'm trying to watch out for myself.

- Yeah. I can dig that.

Well, you just stay away from them dudes, you be okay.

- Mr. Fox, you don't understand.

Either you sign a complaint or the guy walks.

- You don't get it, do you? This morning was a lovely day.

Sun was out. Birds in the sky.

Smell of warm bread.

- Look, I'm telling you he's going to do somebody else,

maybe kill them. - That's their problem.

- What do you mean their problem?

What are you? Some kind of little girl, huh?

This is our problem.

- I'm 52 years old.

I got a duodenal ulcer.

I got high blood pressure that looks like Old Faithful.

Say I sign this complaint, what happens?

- Morrison's history, that's what happens.

- Well, here's your history.

10 months, a year at the outside,

he's back out on the street

and decides to pay me a visit.

I can't use that.

- Look, no, you ain't thinking straight.

The last person this guy wants to see is the man

that put him away, huh.

- Well sell it to the funny papers.

I lived here all my life. - Ugh.

- I did appreciate what you did for me this morning.

- Yeah, right.

I hope your ulcer pops on you.

I hope you get seven heart attacks,

one for every day of the week.

- You gotta calm yourself, Lieutenant.

You got blood pressure too.

- See how it goes? Easy does it.

Come on, you try.

- Okay.

- Hold. Hold... hold it. No, here.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hold it right here in the middle of your head.

That's how you line it up just right.

Now you jump a little and shoot.

Go ahead.

- Unh.

- Yeah, it takes a little practice.

Come on, let's do it again. Mm-hmm, that's it.

Now go ahead.

Hey, all right, my man.

- You gonna marry my mom?

- Ooh, you don't waste no time, do you?

Hey, it's not that easy, kid.

I mean, it takes time for people to get together.

- How come? You like her don't you?

- Yeah, sure. I like her a lot.

But you see after you get to be a certain age

you get kind of used to being alone.

- Oh.

- It's... it's just that, uh, that guys,

they like to do stuff a certain way, you know.

I mean, you used to throw your toys all over the room, right?

And you thought that was okay, huh?

And then I came along and I say, "Young man, clean them up."

Now, don't that seem a little weird to you sometimes?

- Yeah. - Uh-huh. Yeah.

See, that's just what I mean and you're only 10.

Now, think how different it is for people when

they get a little older.

They got to work stuff out.

Get used to each other's habits.

Hey, come on.

Let's see that jump shot one more time, all right.

- Uh, I appreciate your concern, ma'am,

but I'm not an art critic.

No, I haven't seen it.

Well, yes, I understand but what... I mean, I think

I understand what it is.

Uh, one man told me he thought it was a big fish.

Maybe if you thought of it that way it would relieve your mind.

There's no need to get abusive with me, ma'am.

I didn't create the darn thing.

- Lieutenant Goldblume?

- Over there.

- Today's the day, Lieutenant.

Ready for Armageddon?

- Counselor Greenglass. Sure, give me a moment.

- Another IRS hearing, Henry?

- They're going to be hearing an earful

and seeing an awful eyeful.

- Yes, I'd like to join the Shar-pei Pet Club.

- You keep telling me it's our job

to get it straightened out and it just keeps going on and on.

- Please, Lieutenant, when you granted Ed Greenglass

a 28% partnership in your success...

- Oh, boy.

- You gotta work a digger involved

with a million dollar bone.

- Hey, we both know it's not a million dollar bone anymore.

- But we got a good shot at a hundred,

maybe a hundred and a half.

- Realistically? - Realistically, minus my 28%.

- Well, that's less than $75,000.

- I share your outrage.

Maybe we're moving a little precipitously.

How about I call them, cancel, we'll reschedule.

- No.

- Regroup, assess the battle plan.

- God, no. - Whoa, that's a fighter.

- Lieutenant, will there be a complainant against Mr. Morrison

on these charges?

- Yeah, you're looking at him.

- Don't brag about it, Buntz, you could put out her eyes.

Listen, man, when me and my lawyer

get through with you, you'll be sliding

to work on a skateboard.

- Hey, Wendell, you want to make a speech, hire a hall.

- Maybe I will, man.

- You realize you could settle this right here.

- If I sign a release?

- That's right and considering the slenderness of your case,

I think it's a prudent thing to do.

- The only slender thing about him.

- You can count on one thing Ms. Davenport:

I will never let this man walk.

We're going to court.

- Play it your way, Lieutenant, but I think you can find

better ways to spend your time.

- Well, I'll worry about that, okay.

- Hey. Hey there, guy.

This is a hurter, Ted.

- What the hell do you want?

- No. No. That's not the question.

The question is what do you want?

- What do you mean? - I mean, what do you want?

Like do you want a meal? Do you want a drink?

Do you want a friend, 'cause Ted and I,

we'd like to be your friends.

- What is this, a joke?

- He thinks it's a joke, Brent.

- We like to help guys who need it.

But you gotta trust us first.

We're going to have some fun now, me, you, and little Ted.

- No. - Come on, it's okay.

It's okay.

We'll explain it all to you over lunch.

It's okay.

- Yellow, like a scarf blowing in the wind.

- Yes, Andrew, a yellow scarf.

- And there's a smell, ooh, Lord, what a smell.

- What smell, Andrew? Describe the smell to Tara.

- It smells like horse dung.

- Yes. Horse dung.

- And dying flesh. Look out!

- What was it, Andrew? - You know where I am?

I'm at Little Bighorn and men are dying like flies around me.

- Good, Andrew, good, go on.

- There's only a few of us left, and the hot winds

are blowing in our faces and the wild hoops of the savages.

Ahh. They got me.

General Custer, why didn't you listen?

You should've known.

- Wonderful, Andrew, wonderful.

Now, when I clap my hands three times you will wake up

in life present tense.

One, two, three.

- For the first time in his life,

J.D. LaRue was telling the truth.

I have lived before.

- You know, this doesn't have to be what you think it is.

I mean, it could be a lot of different things.

- Yeah, like what?

- Like a guided missile. - Yeah.

- Or a barber pole maybe, totem pole, or a lipstick.

It looks like a very large lipstick.

- Sure, a lipstick. Yeah. That's close, Luce.

- It's art, Joe, okay. It is a piece of artwork.

- Look, I don't know anything about art, but I do know

about pornography, and I don't think that people

should have to see that in public.

- I didn't know you were such a prude.

- Now... now what's gotten into you?

Ever since you started going out with that sculptor.

- He's a potter and I'm not going out with him,

I'm taking his class. - Yeah. Well...

- You think he's hitting on me?

- No, I... I didn't say that.

It's just that lately you've become very interested

in Mr. Sensitive's pots.

- Get your mind out of the gutter.

- Oh, oh, now who's being the prude?

- Yeah.

- All units in the vicinity of Utica and 137, Anderson Plaza,

attempted suicide in progress.

- 2-2-0-3, responding.

- I told you from the jump,

nobody messes with the Cas.

It's located in the solar center of the Hill.

It redistributes the signs to the populace.

- That's all well and good, Mr. Castro.

But you should be made aware that this land

belongs to the Arts Council and when we approved this project

it was going to be called "Man's Pride."

You said it was going to be a testimony... a testimony for

the urban struggle for dignity.

- That's just what it is!

- Everything's completely out of control.

- What's going on?

- The Arts Council voted, I mean everyone agrees

that this monstrosity has to be dismantled,

but Castro's intractable.

-Okay. We're gonna talk to him.

- All right, bring that in here.

- Mr. Castro, why don't you just come down from there?

- Don't come any closer, man. I'm not afraid to die.

- I'm just gonna come up and talk to you

and nobody's going to die.

- You stay down. Stay down there.

I'm warning you, man.

- Look, I understand that you're upset.

I know how hard you must've worked on this.

But, Mr. Castro, this isn't anything you want to do.

I mean, not really.

I know you don't want to be up there.

You know you don't want to be up there.

We both know you don't want to be up there.

- You all right?

- You are the executor and also a beneficiary, Mr. Goldblume?

- Afraid so.

- Probate wouldn't let him resign.

That's the kind of scrupulous individual we have.

- Not to waste everyone's time.

This appeals officer finds no merit to the contention

that the funds in the combined estates of the deceased,

Paul and Gina Srignoli were earned

under tax-exempt circumstances.

Further, I find that the documents submitted

by Executor Goldblume are fraudulent fiction.

- Now, whoa. Now, just slow down.

- Are you aware, Mr. Goldblume, that

the International Offshore Bank of Tortuga

is a nonexistent invention of one Morey Silverman,

and Renee Gonclavis, currently serving four-year

sentences in the Virgin Islands?

I mean really, Counselor, you practiced before us.

We busted Morey six months ago.

- I'm taking this to tax court. - Whatever you want.

We are claiming 50% income tax, plus penalties and interest.

That put's Ms. Srignoli's 1.1 million at somewhere

around $70,000 in hock to Uncle Sam.

- Are you saying, after all this, I'll owe $70,000?

- Only as executor of the estate, personally, no.

- How about as the heir? - As heir, you get nothing.

- This is their strategy, Lieutenant.

This is their divide and conquer.

As your legal shield...

- Correction, as my 28% leach.

- Close it out now, Mr. Goldblume.

Save us all a lot of headaches and we'll issue you

a check for $50,000, free and clear.

No way.

- 100?

- A hundred. Maybe I can go to 60.

- 90. - 65.

- 80. - Okay, 80.

- I'll take it. - Wait.

- Make the deal. - Are you crazy?

- Can't you bust this guy?

- We don't usually pursue the criminal aspects, but...

- Another glass of the old vino, hey, Mick.

- Sure. Okay?

- Sure. Ted?

- I don't know, Brent, I'm getting kind of tanked.

- Come on. We're having fun.

Mick's having fun, aren't you, Mick?

- Yeah. A lot of fun.

- That's good. We want you to have a good time.

- That's great. Why you doing this?

- Well, see it's like this, Mick.

Ted and I, we're from the suburbs.

What do we know about life?

Gas mileage, but you, you've been there.

You've been to the eye.

- Yeah. I've been there, that's right.

- Yeah, I bet you have.

- You've seen it all. - Mm-hmm.

- Bet you had a wife once, maybe even a kid.

You ever have a kid, Mick?

- Yeah, sure.

- What was his name, Mick?

- Joey. - Joey, that's great.

I'll bet you miss him, huh?

- Yeah, sometimes.

- It'd be great if you could see him again, huh, Mick?

- No.

- Oh, no, that wouldn't be so great, would it, Mick?

Not the way you are now. - What can I say to him?

- I don't know, Mick, I never left a kid.

Here, come on, cheer up.

Have another glass of wine, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Niagara Falls.

Wouldn't want Joey to see that, would we?

- You know what I say, let's blow this pop stand,

take a little ride.

- Yeah. Let's get some air. What do you say, Mick?

- We got a special treat for you now.

Come on, guy, cheer up, huh?

- You can give me a yes or a no. You moving in there or what?

- There's a lot to work out, babe,

with Kenny and everything. It's a big step.

- You want my opinion? - Nope.

- My opinion is this whole setup's perfect

for a guy like you.

- And what's that supposed to mean?

- It means you love it.

You love stepping in, being responsible,

all out of proportion.

- Oh, you think I'm in over my head?

- Hey, it's not for everybody. Neal, you're thriving.

Since you started getting it on a regular basis

you've been a dream to work with.

- Hey, thanks a lot, J.D.

- Hey, Neal, look, I think we're being

a little sensitive here.

- Neal, J.D., don't forget you guys

got the Walker homicide tonight.

- Uh-uh, oh, not tonight, Lieutenant.

I can't, man.

- You got grand jury Wednesday. You knew about this.

- Oh, man, I completely forgot.

Oh, Lynnetta's going to kill me.

- So big deal.

Tell her you'll make it up to her this weekend.

- You don't understand.

Her mother's coming to dinner tonight.

- Her mother? - Her mother.

- You know, maybe working tonight's

not the worse thing in the world.

It's been my experience...

- I got to get over there and explain it to her.

- Are you kidding?

The telephone was invented for situations like this, use it.

- I'm taking an hour. Cover for me, all right?

- Your Honor, the State's without a complainant

on the robbery and for the resisting, as you can see,

if you compare the extent of Mr. Morrison's injuries,

he looks like he's been though a buzz saw.

Whereas Lieutenant Buntz is complaining about a toothache.

- Counsel, approach.

- Irwin, is your man in a foul temper

because of dental miseries?

- The defendant's sheets just in, your Honor.

It shows 11 priors.

- What the hell is this? - What's going on here?

- Tell this creep to stay away from me, huh?

- Legal Aid Society, your Honor.

On behalf of the P.D.s Office, were serving

Lieutenant Buntz with a civil suit.

$100,000 unspecified damages, $400,000 against the City.

- Oh, you gotta be off your nut.

- Hundred Gs, ratface. I'd love it.

You heard it. We're going to bury you.

- That's enough, Mr. Morrison.

- People, can we settle this with a disorderly?

- May we confer, your Honor?

- No way, they're bluffing.

- I know they are, but it's going to take a lawyer

from my office 30 man-hours to sort it out.

- So what are you saying? - We go with it.

- Hey, don't I got anything to say here?

- No. - People?

- Acceptable, your Honor. - Reduced to disorderly conduct.

- We'll plea to that. - Plea accepted.

Released on time served, arraignment waived.

Bailiff, next case.

- Docket Number C107103, Carmelo Gomez, vagrancy.

- So when do you figure I can get my hands on the money?

- Mr. Morrison, I've explained all of that

to you already five times. You get nothing.

The move was strategic.

- Suppose I guarantee you get half.

- Half of zero is zero, Mr. Morrison, you understand?

- Oh. Hey, look who it is, the hero himself.

- I'll be looking for you, ace.

- My client's been cleared on all charges.

Steer clear of him or we'll be after you

on harassment.

- Hey, no problem. - That's right, hero.

I'm a free citizen now. - You never know, Wendell.

- Real ugly tie, Buntz, loser's tie.

- Neal, what are you doing here?

- Hey, baby, how you doing?

I stopped by the restaurant already.

They told me you left early. - Yeah.

I know it sounds silly but I got so nervous about

this evening, I couldn't stay around there any longer.

I came home to set my own table.

Do you like it?

- Oh, yeah, it... It looks beautiful.

- I'm glad you like it and I'm glad you stopped by.

You know you do terrible things to me.

- Hey, look, baby, I came by to tell you that...

- I know. I got something else I want to show you.

- Hey, hey, look, look, look.

- Real quick, before... Neal, no, don't even talk,

don't even talk. - Just come here.

Come here, baby, on the bed. - Oh, oh, oh. Unh.

- You made any headway at all yet?

- Man, he's messed these wires all up.

If I could get over into the base of that statue,

I think I could unscramble it.

- Yeah, what's keeping you?

- Hey, he might blast me with that hose.

I got out of the sewage business 10 years ago.

- It's just a little bit of water.

It's not going to kill you.

- I'm going to take you over there.

We're going to do it. Let's go.

- Hey, I'm putting in for hazard pay on this.

- Mr. Castro. - Hey.

Don't go with that diplomacy route, jack,

because I ain't moving and neither is Kataz.

We here for all eternity.

- Look, I've been talking to Mr. Dunn here,

and he thinks we can work this thing out.

- Uh-huh.

- You just come down from there, we'll take your statue,

and we'll move it someplace else.

- Right, right.

Now that dozer don't look like no moving van to me.

- Look, the most important thing is that nobody gets hurt, right?

- Wrong. The important thing is Kataz don't get hurt.

Kataz will be our beacon for the brothers

that live among the stars.

- A gusher of hope! Oh, oh, oh!

- Hey, take it back up, take it back up! Hurry!

- Come on, up, up.

- All right. Just take it easy now.

- All right.

Just put your weight on it. Take it easy.

It's okay.

- Leave it be, leave it be!

- Take it easy.

- No!

- Beautiful, huh, Mick? - Yeah, I guess.

- In the eyes of the beholder.

- After all you've been through I don't guess

anything looks beautiful anymore.

- All the people you've hurt. The pain.

Some people's lives are just endless pain.

- But it doesn't have to be that way, Mick.

Look at the sky.

One step and you're outside it.

No more hustling, no more guilt.

You see, Mick, we have so much we want to share something.

We helped Larry do it, just like we want to help you.

- Okay. Let go of me then. I want to do this myself.

- That's golden, man

- Police. Freeze. You punks are under arrest.

Move, move.

- Hey, take it easy, man. - You slimebags.

You wanted to get me drunk, right?

Well, you got it. I'm real drunk.

- You can't do this. You got to take us in.

- I don't think so.

I think if I take you in, you'll hire some hotshot lawyer

and then both of you'll walk.

And that's just not gonna cut it.

- You want us to confess. We'll confess.

Okay. Larry was with us, okay.

- This isn't about confessing. Turn around, both of you.

Move.

- What are you going to do?

You can't do this man, you're a cop.

- Take your coats and shoes off.

Do it!

You see down there, that's Fulton Street.

My old man was a tailor down there all his life.

A crumby little shop, never had two dimes,

but he was a man 'cause he had a heart and you two pieces

of garbage have everything, but that isn't enough, is it?

Take your shoes off. Take your shoes off!

Now drop them over. Go on!

- I didn't want to.

I never wanted to, he made me.

- Lie down on your stomachs. Move!

Stick your head over the edge.

Put your hands behind your back.

You're busted.

- Whoo, boy, that was wonderful.

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, didn't I please you?

- Of course you did, baby. - Neal, what's wrong?

- Hey, look, baby, I gotta tell you something.

I can't make dinner tonight. - You what?

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

I just pulled night duty on a homicide.

- You knew all day.

You knew it this morning, didn't you?

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

It completely slipped my mind. Now you know I want to be here.

- You think you could just smooth things over, don't you?

Neal, you're a user.

Come in here anytime you want to, make love to me,

and then walk out.

- Oh, come on, baby, you know that's not true.

I told you two weeks ago I'd move in, but you got nervous.

- Yeah, I got nervous because who can depend on you?

Neal, either you come to dinner tonight

or we're through.

I mean it. I can't live like this.

- Hey, look, baby, I already told you,

there's nothing I can do.

I tried to get out of it, but I can't.

- Use me like this. I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate it, Neal, and I hate you for it.

- Look, I tried to tell you, but you didn't give me a chance.

- Oh, when, when did you try to tell me?

- I told you I can't get out of it.

I tried, but I can't. - You knew this morning.

You knew all day long and that's a lie.

- I didn't know nothing.

It slipped my mind, baby, I'm telling you.

- I'm sick of you using me all the time.

I hate it. I hate it.

Just get out. Get out of my home!

Just get out of my home!

- Get out of your home? - Yes.

- Your home? - Yes.

- Well, that's fine. That's fine with me.

You want me out? I'll get the hell out.

I can't breathe around here anyway.

I'll tell you what, girl.

I ain't coming back and you can count on that.

Move in with some dizzy chick...

- Kenny! Kenny!

God.

- 9-1-1. Hurry. Hurry.

- Captain, how's Neal? - He's in surgery now.

- He's going to be okay though, right?

- He was shot at close range, J.D.

He's lost a lot of blood. - Anything?

- We should have something soon. - Damn doctors.

Man, he better be all right.

- That's enough, J.D.

- What about that kid, huh, they found him yet?

- Not yet, J.D. - This is nuts.

We been through a thousand scrapes together.

He gets it from Kenny.

I told him, use the phone.

- No, no, I'm not a member of the immediate family,

I work with him. I want to talk to Dr. Ross,

please and if he's not available would you page, uh,

Captain Furillo or Lieutenant Goldblume

for me again, please.

No, no. I'll hold.

- Surgery's taking forever.

- Oh, to think that such wickedness should come from

a child when we cherish such sentimental notions about them,

when in reality they are often mere Hobbesian savages,

capable of stunning, stunning cruelty.

- You got it. Kid's are up for anything these days.

- Wait a minute.

You know, I don't think we have all the facts on the table here.

We don't really know what went on in that house.

- Come on, Luce.

Next thing you're going to say it was Neal's fault

that he got shot.

- Don't simplify what I'm saying.

Is there anything, Stan? - Not yet.

They got me on Muzak.

- Uh, Lieutenant Buntz. - Mm-hmm.

- We have a robbery at 114th and Fulton.

- Officer Purnell said you'd want to be notified.

The perp was wearing a sweatshirt

that said Napalm Daddy. - Got it.

Let me know about Washington.

- Right, Lieutenant, soon as I hear something.

- I can't stand this.

- Yeah, come on, just hang in there, all right.

- Hill Street.

It's J.D.

He's out of surgery. He's going to make it.

- All right. All right, Neal.

I told you the guy was tough. I told you he was tough.

- Look out. Look out. Move, move.

- What you got?

- Looks like your guy, Lieutenant.

- Napalm Daddy. That's him.

- This is one mean dude. Look at this.

The guy's face looks like a golf course.

- He used that on the old man?

- The guy was in the...

- Anybody see which way he went?

- Yeah, the stock boy said he headed east down Clinton.

- I'm heading east on Clinton. That germ's mine.

- Let's roll, come on, let's go.

- It's was like a experiential, uh, union-

- Renko, I'm just trying to understand what you said.

That's all.

Now, you said that she told you, you had to count backwards

and then look at some swinging pendulum, right?

- Crystal, right.

- Well, I'm no expert, pal, but it sounds

like you were hypnotized.

- Bobby, I tell you, I had my wits about me at all times.

First, I saw myself as a centurion in Ancient Rome,

and then as a foot soldier marching to the Crusades,

and I seen myself as cavalryman with George Armstrong Custer.

- It's obvious.

Renko, you are the eternal foot soldier.

Every time you are reborn, you're a grunt.

- Oh, Lord, that... that must mean I'm... I'm meant to be

working as a cop for all eternity.

- I guess you're right.

Hey, but don't feel bad, I mean maybe in the next life

you'll... you'll get yourself a battered up old rocket ship

trying to catch muggers and rapists

somewhere out in outer space.

- That's terrible. You got to work... Bobby.

Look here, look here. Stop here.

- Kenny.

- I've been practicing like Neal say to.

I want to get the ball straight, nice, and easy.

See?

- Let's go, son.

- I been practicing a long time.

I became good, too.

- Kenny! Come here, baby.

- I shot Neal, Mama.

- I know, baby. I know. I know.

- I didn't want him to leave. - I know.

- Open the cash drawer. Move it!

- Wendell, police.

- You don't look so tough now, huh, kid.

- Looks like a clean shoot, Captain.

The night clerk said the guy had his piece out.

Gave the Lieutenant no choice.

- Thank you. - Let's go.

What were you doing here tonight?

- Well, how about this, I went inside for an ice milk.

- I don't want crap, I want answers.

What were you doing here? - I got a tip.

Went I got there the guy was already inside casing the joint.

- Why didn't you try to arrest him before he pulled his gun?

- Hey, what is this, déjà vu, huh?

I thought we already went through all that this morning.

- But this time you'd have the candy store owner

as a complainant.

- Funny thing, anybody that Napalm Daddy visited

gets a sudden case of lockjaw.

I told him he was under arrest.

He didn't want to go that way.

Ask the kid if he didn't turn his piece on me.

- Let's try another version.

You lost in court, you played out

a personal vendetta, and you executed him.

- That's a nice story. Try and sell it.

IAD is going to clear me.

- Maybe, but you're not clear with me.

- I can live with it.

- Oh, hey, man, what's going down?

- Well, I was just here seeing a friend, I thought I'd drop by.

- Yeah. I almost dropped by this afternoon, huh?

I guess you saved my butt.

- Yeah, no problem.

- I'm sorry about spraying you with that water, man.

Did I get busted for that?

- No. We're going to let it slide.

- So, uh, what is this? - Uh, this is a new one.

Ain't she a beaut? - Can I be frank?

- I expect nothing else.

- Well, to be perfectly honest I think it looks like

a phallic symbol.

- You got an eye for art after all, man.

- All right, uh, you take care, Bobby.

- Yeah. I'll see you at my next opening?

- Maybe.

- Yeah.

- J... J.D. is that you?

- No, man, it's, uh, it's Florence Nightingale.

- They found Kenny, right?

- Yeah, yeah, he... He was on a playground, uh,

shooting baskets.

- Shooting baskets? - Yeah.

- The kid's is juvi tonight. - Lynnetta with him?

- Yeah, she was. Maybe she still is.

- You know, the whole time while I was out there

on that court with Kenny today,

I was thinking of myself as a kid.

When I was young, I could play some ball.

Man, I lived for that court.

All day in school, I'd just think about it.

When it got dark, I'd find me another basket

under a streetlight.

Never wanted to go home.

My old man would be there, drunk and cursing me.

As long as I could keep shooting baskets,

I was all right. I was all right.

It just keeps going around, don't it?

Once set after another.

It just keeps going from... J.D., J.D., you there man?

- Yeah, man, yeah, shh, I'm here, man.

Shh, shh go on back to sleep, go on.