Item 17-
Item 17 is the...
matter of a complaint to Division...
concerning the unauthorized body searches of female suspects.
All right, let's settle down.
Be reminded, female police officers will, according to policy...
perform all in-depth searches of female suspects.
Is that perfectly lucid?
All right, last item.
The last item-
early this morning we had two more rape assaults up in St. James Park.
Chances are one or both of them fit the pattern of the eight others...
we've had in the vicinity of the botanical gardens and the reservoir.
In other words, we've got some extremely bad animals out there that need apprehending.
So, let's spend a little less time flirting with the hookers and the waitresses...
and put some heavy attention on that park.
All right, let's roll.
Hey! Let's be careful out there.
Uh, hold on a second. I'll give you a hand.
Is that you, Howard?
Stand clear, Frank.
I don't like the indiscriminate use of tae kwon do, Frank...
but I cannot abide close confinement.
It is a sorry state of affairs, Frank...
I don't mind telling you, maintenance-wise...
when you have to fight your way out of a mers room stall.
I've issued numerous memoranda to Division regarding that very subject, Howard.
That left sideburrs a little ragged, Frank.
It's nothing personal. It's just symptomatic of a far greater malaise.
Oh? What might that be, Howard?
Judas Priest, Frank!
We are coming apart at the seams up here, and you are dashing off memos to Division.
Procedure, Howard. What can I tell you?
Hang procedure.
Mobilize a team of your more domestically oriented female officers...
and let's fix this place up.
We start tolerating rusty hinges...
and before you know it we tolerate rusty minds.
I appreciate your proposal, Howard. I'll consider it.
In the meantime, have a most pleasant morning.
Au revoir, Frank.
Leapir lizards!
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
Huerta Bail Bonds.
Bail bonds, sir? Free for a fee.
Bail bonds. Oh, don't be shy. Here, take two.
Huerta Bail Bonds.
Oh, my, my. A new face.
New face, new friends. Huerta Bail Bonds. Twenty-four-hour service.
Cuidado, "Huerto."
Esterhaus catches you advertising in here, he's gonna 86 your keister.
I-I'm not arguing. Who was arguing? Am I arguing?
Am I arguing? Huerta Bail Bonds!
Half a block up and across the street! Hold on, Renko, please.
Check this out.
My cousin had 'em printed up. Brand-new slogan.
"The blessing of freedom for a lousy 10%."
- What do you think? - I think you'd better get out of here.
Oh, give me a break!
He's okay! Relax! Relax!
I'm not even sure he's housebroken.
Keep that devil away from me!
Lower your voice, Renko. He's only responding to your hostility, not his.
- Henry, what is this? - Sarge, could you open that door for me?
Henry, you missed your calling. You should have been a Mountie.
Hey, hi, there, fella.
Hey, hey, easy, boy. Easy. We're on your side, pal.
Pretty dog, huh?
Speak for yourself, Henry. That dog is a cop-hater.
He's just a stray. I'll have him out of here in two hours, tops.
Last time it took you two weeks.
Well, what am I supposed to do, Leo?
Let him get picked up, sent to the gas chamber?
He can cop a plea down to misdemeanor soiling.
Sir? Sir?
I love dogs, and I could really help you out.
For instance, I could take him for a walk. Right away, if you'd like.
Very creative, Seymour.
Two hours, Leo.
Just take me a couple of phone calls to the proper adoption agencies.
Sure, Henry.
- Can I help you? - I have an appointment with Frank Furillo.
- The captain is tied up. Maybe I can help you. - I see him right there.
- You can't come in, ma'am. - Frank.
Yes, that's right.
Frank Furillo. How long has it been?
How long?
It's been a while.
You don't remember me.
I'm sorry. I should.
- We do know each other, don't we? - I should hope so.
Grace Gardner.
Of course. Grace!
How are you? You look wonderful!
- Thank you. - Grace, this is Lieutenant Ray Calletano.
Ray, you remember Chief of Detectives Sam Gardner.
Pleasure.
Uh, my condolences, Mrs. Gardner.
Sam was a very fine man.
Yes, Sam was okay. Thank you.
- Well, this dump sure hasn't changed. - Only the faces.
What brings you up here?
The stinker didn't call you.
Chief Daniels promised me faithfully...
that he would warn you so that my moving in wouldn't come as a shock.
- Moving in? - Darn that man!
I thought you knew.
I'm sorry. I'll explain.
After Sam died...
I decided to pull some strings and come to work for the department.
You did?
You bet.
- In this precinct? - Especially this precinct.
I figured if I could do something with this relic, I can tackle anything.
Forgive me, Grace, but I don't seem to be following what you're telling me.
I'm attached to Central Planning, Frank.
I'm your police decorator.
Excuse me, Captain.
Lieutenant, we got a guy in a jockstrap directing traffic down on Decker Avenue.
Outside our robbery stakeout?
- You got it. - ¡¡Condenado.! Pick up the scrot!
He just said to pick the sucker up.
Oh, Frank.
I don't want to be considered anything other than a normal working part of this precinct.
- So let's all relax. - Uh, excuse me.
I just got the call, Francis. Belker nailed one of the two rapists in St. James Park.
Oh, let's hope he's the big one.
Just a moment sir. He'll be right with you.
Uh, Phil Esterhaus, Grace Gardner.
- How do you do? - Hello.
As a matter of fact, Phil here will be your liaison.
- I will? - So, uh...
why not get on with the job?
I'm very glad to meet you, Sergeant.
- Good-looking woman. - Nice perfume.
Ah. Chief Daniels.
Captain Furillo.
Fine. Thank you, sir. How are you, Chief?
Oh, marone.
Forty-eight hours.
Yes, sir.
We're leaving right now.
Great news.
The president of the United States...
wants to visit the Hill.
- Belker. - Bail bonds, sir.
Move it!
Huerta Bail Bonds, half a block up, across the street.
D-Don't take jail. Make bail.
You stay, I pay.
Oughta do what they do in Sweden.
Freedom for a lousy 10%!
Belker, you've met your match.
Way to go.! Way to go.!
Very refined sense of humor we got around this place.
Sit!
I was thinking of sliced avocado-
Mrs. Gardner, I find it hard to understand how a department short of funds...
can spend precious dollars on ambience.
Ah, never underrate ambience, Sergeant...
particularly in the work environment.
- This is not a community center- - It certainly isn't.
Which is all the more reason to humanize it, Sergeant.
We can't cover 10 grocery stores at the same time!
I know, I know. Set up a schedule. Do the best we can.
- Frank, a word with you, if I may. - Please, Phil, not now.
- Henry. - Yeah, Frank? What's up?
Downtown.
Uh, listen, I gotta go.
No, tell her he's just a puppy. Yeah.
No, no, he's college material. Take my word for it. And the cutest little thing.
You will excuse me, won't you, Grace?
Whatever that is in there, get rid of it.
- Francis- - No, he's quite spirited, actually.
Henry.
Good collar, Mick.
One outta two ain't good enough, Captain.
I have a hunch you'll correct that.
- Any connection to the 11 others? - No, not much.
Maybe the interrogatiorll turn somethir, like the name of his running mate.
You Mirandized him, didn't you? We don't want to violate any laws.
- Aw, Captain- - I mean it, Mick. No mistakes.
- I don't wanna lose this animal in court. - Excuse me, uh-
I'm having stress. I wanna call my doctor.
I-I'm gettir therapy.
Okay.
We need to get under way.
Sirs? Sirs, y-you're not leaving me alone with him.
What happens if the president can't make it at the last moment? Then what?
I don't see that as your concern.
Your concern is his safety, should he come.
For a press secretary, you've got a short memory, Mr. Parker.
If the president doesn't show, you'll be gone...
and I'll be stuck with the consequences of 10,000 unmet expectations.
What troubles me here, Captain...
is your perception of the community up there.
You make it sound like a loose collection of banana republics.
In a sense, that's right.
Well...
then maybe we should be considering another community in another city.
Hill Street's exactly what the president's looking for, Mr. Parker.
Believe me.
It's really disgusting up there.
You'll get some incredibly effective footage.
If you can't deal with it, Frank, I'll put someone on it who can.
Commander, Mr. Parker...
Captain Furillo...
is the only police officer up there...
who's respected by everyone...
including the youth gangs.
All we really have to do is convene a summit meeting...
tell them the president's coming, and then...
take it from there.
We can do that easily, Frank- Captain.
Captain?
We'll do what we can.
We'll do our best.
And I hear your best is mighty good, sir.
Belly up. Thanks a lot, Henry.
I'm sorry. God, am I sorry.
Listen, I couldn't help it.
I got this anxiety syndrome around authority.
I thought I had a handle on it...
but between Commander Swanson and this Parker guy- God, he's got cold eyes.
Listen, Frank, I can understand it if you can't forgive me.
- Come on, Henry. I forgive you. - No, really-
I mean it. Don't fold on me now. I need you to go back and set up that summit.
- How could I have said that? - Because it was exactly what they wanted to hear.
See if you can get 'em all in for, say, 4:00.
I got a lunch date I'm already late for. I'll be back right after.
I think the bone might be-
Oh, I'm sure the bone is a terrific color for this area.
It'll go with the occasional bloodstain.
All right, Sergeant.
If you have your heart set on waging war, you got it, baby.
- Hey! Good collar, you guys! - Thank you, Sarge.
You get an assist each.
This entire area is wasted space!
This entire area is ridiculous!
- Hey, look! Bobby's back! - Hey!
Hey!
Hill. We heard about him. He was partnered with Renko, wasrt he?
He was sleepwalkir, is what I heard.
I wouldn't be so sure of what you heard, Fuentes.
You guys are new up here, so let's don't get reckless with our mouths.
Hey, Bobby. All right.
Good seeir you, kid.
Great to have you back, babe. Right on.
Good to have you back. Really.
- Hey, Bobby. - Hey, Sarge.
How you doir, huh?
I'm doing okay.
- How you doing? - Well, it's just the same old ambience.
Geez, good to have you back.
You are back, aren't you?
Anytime you say.
So...
How's it goir around here?
- How's your new lady? - Cindy? Wow!
Get this.
Senior class sergeant-at-arms...
chairman of the prom committee...
assistant marching band captain...
while maintaining a solid "B" average.
Hey, that sounds great.
Girl's got a big future. Big.
Excuse me.
You know, Bobby, if, uh, you ever wanna talk about it-
I've been there myself a time or two.
Thanks, Sarge. I'm doing okay.
Just takes a little time.
Who's that there? Is that Bobby over there?
Uh-huh.
Wherd you get back?
About a week ago.
- You look skinny. - Yeah. I gotta get my suit altered.
You preferring that to the basic blues these days?
I don't know.
Havert really thought about it yet.
How you doir?
Look, you didn't come in here for a bunch of"Hi, how are yous."
- What's on your mind? - You didn't call.
Five weeks in a hospital bed, you didn't call.
Belker came by every day. Even met a nurse.
I figured if you wanted to talk, you would've called me.
- Sounds like you did a lot of figurir, my friend. - I had a lot of time to.
You were lucky, man. You were in a coma for two weeks.
Well, not me, Renko.
I never lost consciousness, man, not for a second.
Lying on that cold floor, I could feel the blood oozir out of my body...
but I- I just couldn't move.
I don't wanna hear about this.
Man, the rats-
The rats, Renko...
were crawlir on my face, man.
I prayed to die.
Occupied. Occupied.
Now you listen to me.
The first thing I asked when I came out of it was, "Is Bobby still alive?"
They told me yes, and I figured about a month we'll be back in business.
But you didn't call me. Why?
- I figured you blamed me for us gettir shot. - Oh, man-
If I hadrt lost it, we wouldn't have had to go into that building.
Hey, man, it happened! That's all, Renko. It just happened.
I never blamed you, man.
Then why the hell didn't you call?
Oh, man, I don't know.
I guess I just figured things couldn't go back to the way they were.
Can they?
I don't know.
Somethir is different.
Well, hallelujah, cowboy.
I haven't even gotten to "different."
I still gotta get past beir scared.
Well, I'm not scared of anything or anybody, my friend.
People have always been scared of me.
Lyir in that hospital bed, I thought God may have given me a body like a B-52...
but he also gave me a brain.
We don't need to prove we can go out there again, Bobby.
That's where it's at for both of us.
If we show 'em we got somethir between our ears, we don't have to be sniper meat.
Sorry to bust up your reunion...
but, uh, people are beginning to talk.
Renko?
Have you got a uniform?
Yeah. In my locker. Why?
Well, I'm shorthanded today.
I got a bunch of guys out with the flu, so if the two of you feel up to it-
Nah, I'm sorry, Sergeant, I-
My leg's still bothering me.
I've been watching you use that prop for days, young fella.
Who you trying to kid?
Maybe we just don't wanna be together.
Okay. We can work that one out.
In the meantime, I want you to both use Levy and Bartlett's unit.
Park detail.
Yeah.
It's very clean, my friend.
- Fluff and fold 'em. - Just be quiet.
That's it. Everybody out in their own neat little slot.
Say, listen, Renko. You wanna go for detective? That's fine with me, man.
I'll be more than happy to interview new partners as soon as we're off this shift.
- You dig? - Yeah. Loud and clear, my friend.
Loud and clear.
Will you look at this damn uniform. You comir or what?
- Hold your water, son. - What'd you say?
- You heard what I said. - If you don't mind, my leg's a little stiff.
- You want me to drive? - No. I can't stand the way you drive.
Fine. Uh-huh.
Excuse me.
Hi. Sorry I'm late.
- Uh- - Couldrt get away.
I've ordered already.
I have to be back in court in half an hour.
Frank, this isn't my idea of progress.
Progress?
Relationships don't mature on a diet of 20-minute lunches.
I had a meeting this morning with Randy Parker...
special assistant to the president of the United States.
What was I supposed to do...
say, "Excuse me, give the president my regards, but I got a hot lunch date"?
If it was an isolated situation, that would be one thing.
- But it isn't. - Joyce, please.
I've had a terrible morning.
I need a little relief.
Can't we talk about this later?
- When? - Tonight.
No offense, Captain...
but I don't want to fight tonight.
I wanna do other things.
Perfect.
I don't wanna make a huge deal about it, Francis...
but the womars being disruptive in the extremis, if you get my drift.
- Humor her, will ya, Phil? - I'm trying.
But she's all over the place. It's not very easy.
Uh, I'm on a pay phone, Phil. What's the scoop?
Well, uh, looks like it's coming together.
Goldblume's in, and they're trying to convene a summit.
- Good. What else? - Oh, uh, Belker's interrogating the rape suspect.
- Alone? - No. I put Chesley in with him.
- Also, your wife called. - Ex-wife.
She called six times. She sounds a little tense.
Well, if she calls again, just tell her to-
Phil, what the hell is that? Phil?
- Come on.! - Put me down.!
Hey, what happened?
- Hey! What happened? - Get somebody in there fast.
- Get inside with the prisoner! - Put me down!
- Not till you stop growling. - Can't you see that I stopped growling?
Look at me, Chesley. I'm limp!
Phil, what's happening?
That pig in there is laughir at us.
And he's laughir at who he raped.
Because he is 17. He's 17! He's walking!
Belker, look. We don't know that for sure.
Mick. Did anyone get bitten?
Oh, no, Sarge. I didn't lay a tooth on the kid.
Why doesn't anybody give me credit for that?
- Get him outside! - Phil, are you there?
- Come on. Mick. - Walk it off, hell!
I'm goir out there...
and I am gonna get the other guy!
If anybody wants me...
I'll be in the park!
- Phil, are you there? - What do you say, my friend?
- I'd like to use the phone before she starts by herself. - Damn.
About time.
I wish you'd talk to her, Joyce.
She's really on the verge of mutilating something very beautiful between us.
Oh, uh, Doug Browning, meet Frank Furillo.
- Oh, hi, Frank. Really nice to meet you. - Likewise.
Hiller, Bloomgarden, Resnick and Smith. Right?
- Beg your pardon? - You're with their firm, aren't you?
- No. - Spiegelglass and Ludwig.
- I'm afraid not. Joyce- - Ah.
I'm really running late. I've gotta get back to court.
- Judge Nadler. - Well, you're gonna see Shelley before I will.
So give her this and tell her it was the best I could do-
- Joyce, I really don't think you ought to take that. - It's just a little nose candy.
Look, Joyce, we have got to get together.
Frank, uh...
what can I say?
How could you?
What? What'd I do?
- Embarrass me like that. - I prevented you from committing a felony is what I did!
- Excuse me. - What is the matter with you?
The matter is your automatic cop assumption that everybody is a felon.
What makes you so sure I'd have taken that vial of alleged drugs anyway?
- I didn't want to take a chance. - Then you should have looked the other way.
I could have arrested that man. I should have!
- We really live in two different worlds, Frank. - Not so different, counselor.
Need I remind you we are both officers of the court?
We may both be officers of the court, Captain, but at least I am capable...
- of distinguishing between my personal life and my work life. - Say, lady.
- The criminal courts building, please. - All right.!
So after waiting around for six hours...
the assistant D.A. Comes out, looking like he just stepped in something squishy...
and he tells me they copped the suspect down to misdemeanorjoyriding.
We caught the guy with two Caddies and a Buick in the back of a trailer rig.
- Now, does that suck lemons, Bates, or what? - It's the system, man.
Hey. Nothing's wrong with the system.
They're handing down longer suspended sentences all the time.
I mean, the two animals who jumped this kid...
will probably be back in the park joy-boyir somebody else in a couple days.
Hey, motormouth. Where's your sensitivity? In your fists?
Are we taking you to the hospital, Bates, or what?
I wouldn't ride with you two to a dogfight.
- Mmm. Mmm! - No doubt about it.
- She wants me. - Oh.
What do you think?
Let's do it, bro.
All right. All righty. What do you guys think you're doir?
- ¿Habla ingles, man? - No mucho.
Hey, just cool it with the set, amigo.
You speak English, man?
Is this stuff yours?
- Yeah. - It is, huh? The television set too?
- That's right. - Well, what about the truck?
It's his.
You wanna check out his license and registration?
Hey, we're not doir nothir, man.
Oh, yeah? Can you prove that television set is yours?
How in the hell do you expect me to prove that?
- What do you think it's doing out here on the street? - We're moving.
What, out of this place?
Got no license, no registration.
You got a driver's license?
How do you expect me to read this, man?
This your address here?
It's my old place. I didn't have time to change the address.
So what we got here is, you're moving a bunch of stuff you can't prove is yours...
from a place that may or may not be your legal residence...
in a vehicle that he can't prove is his.
Maybe we oughta just let this go, huh?
- We can't do that, man. They're in violation. - Hey, it's minor stuff, man.
- These guys are okay. - We leave now, we look like chicken bellies.
- I can live with that, man. - I can't. Come on.
Hey, cop.! Hey, cop.!
We're just trying to get out of this hole. Look for yourself.
What the hell are you hassling us for? Hassle somebody else!
This is it.
Buddy.
Man, they have their families in there. Come on.
- ¿Que pasa, Fuentes? They don't do nothing. - Okay.
Listen, we're not gonna cite you this time for the unregistered vehicle...
or for the mutilated license.
But I want you to get this stuff out of here.
It constitutes a hazardous situation.
Let's go, bro.
Hey, you know, my grandmother used to have one of these.
Just like it.
We're gonna be back here in one hour, so get this crap out of here.
This is no setup, man. Jamal Worthingtors gonna be here.
So is Jorge Ruiz of the Gypsy Boys.
I can't tell you over the phone, but it's very important.
Diablos, Dragons- They're all coming in for it.
Yeah, we'll send a car.
Just tell 'em 4:00, Hill Street- Yes, I'll hold.
Phil, where do we stand?
It's coming together, Francis.
Also, you got a hundred calls here. Plus, um-
They'll have to wait. Did you getJesus Martinez?
Yeah, I left a message at his answering service.
Answering service? This kid's got an answering service?
- Which is more than I can say for you, Frank. - Hello, Fay.
You've been ducking my calls.
I have not been ducking your calls.
Just haven't had a free moment since I rolled out of bed this morning.
- How have you been? - Pressed.
I got a $600 past-due bill for FrankJr.'s tuition...
and all I've got in the bank is $53.
- I need more money, Frank. - Who doesn't?
I am trying to make a good home for your son.
But between what I make and your lousy alimony...
it just doesn't stretch.
- Frank- - Buenos días, Ray.
Nice to see you, Mrs. Furillo.
We have a situation at the booking desk that cannot wait.
You are gonna have to deal with this situation first, because I'm not moving!
Handle it, Ray...
whatever it is.
Okay.
Damn it, Fay! Every time you blow in here, you embarrass the hell out of me!
You think I'm not embarrassed?
Or maybe you think I like having a container of yogurt every day for lunch...
because I can't afford to go out like a normal person!
Fay, you know how much I make. You know how much of it you get. There's not a lot left over.
Frank, I am not negotiating.
I am crying out of desperation!
Did it ever occur to you to take FrankJr. Out of private school?
You could buy a Mercedes for what that costs.
Do you want to be the one to tell him he's gotta go back to public school?
- Sure. - Don't you dare.
For the first time since our divorce, FrankJr. Is better.
Not entirely out of the woods, according to Harvey...
but getting there.
Harvey. Harvey is a...
pill.
- What's wrong, Frank? Jealous? - I'm eating my heart out.
I know you don't like to think that I could have a rewarding relationship with another man...
but I can and I do.
Rewarding, I might add...
in every sense of the word.
Well, if it's so damned rewarding...
why don't you just rinse out your panty hose and marry the guy?
Let him carry part of the freight. Okay?
You stink, Frank.
And you're gonna hear from my attorney!
Mr. Bergosian. Mr. Bessler. Mr. Argitakos.
Mr. Lao. Good.
Uh, Lapidus.
Mr. Lapidus, I'm Henry Goldblume.
Excuse me, Mr. Lapidus. May I?
We're checking, uh, weapons at the desk. We all agreed to that.
Thank you very much. I really appreciate that. Thank you.
All right, okay- Okay!
Not everyone's here, but we've been waiting long enough.
I know you're wondering what's going on, whether this is a peace conference or what.
Hey-hey, Marquez!
Morning, Father. What? Huh?
- What you lookirat? - Sit down.
How you doir, Frankie?
Quite a party you got here, Frankie.
Got Blood here, Dragons, Gypsy Boys over there.
Shamrocks over there.
Yo, Louie.
Remind me to call my personal physician.
Glad you could make it, Jesus. We have a table reserved for you.
Thank you, Frankie. You didn't have to do that.
Come on, man.
Go ahead, Frankie. You can talk now.
Thank you, Jesus.
Okay.
What would you say if I told you...
the president of the United States...
Intends making a fact-finding tour of this precinct?
What did he say?
He says the president can't cross Gypsy Boy turf without a passport.
If he wants us, he's gotta pay.
Hey, what you say? You for real?
What I'm hearing.! This is the president of the United States.!
Hey, quiet.! Quiet.!
If everybody will just calm down-
- Let me take a whack at this, Captain. - Shut up- Not now!
Everyone!
All I'm asking is your cooperation...
for the two short hours of the president's visit.
Two hours, man.!
If you can't give me two hours of coolness...
the president's gonna think you've got no control over your people.
And he won't deal with anybody who's got no control.
Why should he?
Where's the percentage in it?
Hey, what's my percentage, Furillo?
The president don't mean diddly-squat up here, man.
I'd like to address that remark, Captain.
Hold it, Parker. No percentages.
The only deal is a fair shake from this precinct.
For two years we've played straight pool with you.
No dirty busts, no railroading, no backroom games.
Nobody wants to go back to the way it was.
Mr. - Mr. Furillo, sir?
- Can I ask you a question? - Go ahead.
Thanks.
Hold that.
Now, suppose Mr. Prez...
decides he wants to go from, let's say, Blood turfto, uh, Shamrock turf.
How's he gonna do that?
Well, okay.
The "prez" is planning a walking tour, son...
so... he'll probably walk.
I guess this guy's probably a comedian too.
- We got no treaty with them. - For real?
No way he's gonna get from their turf to our turf. Impossible. We got no treaty.
All right. No problem.
Soon as this meeting breaks up...
you, Detective Goldblume and the warlord of the Bloods...
can get together and start hashing out something temporary.
- Use the interrogation room. - You know where that is, huh, bro?
You left your cooties stuck on the chair.
- Ooh.! I wouldn't take that.! - I dig your bow tie.!
- Hey, just cool it, man. - All right. Anybody else?
Yeah, listen, what's the sugar for us, huh?
- Sugar? - Yeah.
I mean, if the president is comir...
there's gonna be TV.
And everybody knows there's a lot of gold in television, man.
Dinero, huh?
Okay, okay. Listen, guys.
I'm not gonna lie to you. There's gonna be TV cameras all over the place.
After all, it's a media event.
But it's a news event. Nobody gets paid for being on the news.
Al Pacino don't work for nothir, man. Huh? That's right.
Get him. He thinks he's Al Pacino.
The only thing you ever autographed was a confession.
At least I can write, which makes me unique in this room.
- What you said! - I dig your bow tie.!
Right.!
All right. Any beefs between now and then, you run 'em through the station.
That's it. That's all.
- Be cool. - Be cool.
Uh, Captain, if I could say just a few words here-
It's cool, Parker. Leave 'em be.
Easy, Captain.
Guys, I just wanted to express, on behalf of the president...
his appreciation.
Now, he wouldn't be coming up here ifhe didn't care...
if he wasrt on your side.
You believe this guy?
So, thanks, you guys, and...
- He's gotta be in the government. - Stay cool.
Had to get into it, didn't you?
I warned you, Parker- they may be a lot of things, but they're not stupid...
and they don't forget.
Yo, Furillo!
You're really learning the business well, Frankie.
Hey, Mr. G-man.
How 'bout thosejobs and social programs?
Diablo don't need that garbage.
What we do need is a picture of the dude with his arms around my mother's shoulder.
She's got cancer really bad.
- My daddy has a hangnail.! - Shh.!
Before you run off at the mouth, Parker...
if his mother gets a picture with the president, they're all gonna want pictures...
and if they don't have mothers, there'll be girlfriends and cousins.
I'm sorry, man. And I'm sorry about your mother. I didn't know.
Así es la vida, bro.
As for you, Mr. G-man...
if you send out any social program checks...
you send 'em to me.
On Diablos turf...
I'm the government.
Ooh.! Jesus.!
Mmm.! Tell him.!
- That's right. - Louie.
All right.
- Stay cool, Frankie. - Oww.! Ahh.!
If you guys wanna caucus today-
Francis, can I have a word with you upstairs?
- What's going on in there? - Take it from me. You don't want to know.
Phil, show Mr. Parker out, will you?
Mr. Parker, you know where the stairs are. Hmm?
Get outta my way, man. Get out of my way.
What's going on?
What's this, Sneed?
A baseball bat, Captain.
Oh. You in a league or something?
Gentlemen...
I've been a cop 17 years...
and I've been to a few softball games myself.
So what say? Let's not kid a kidder.
Who called practice?
- I did, Captain. - We both did, sir.
You both look like you already lost. What happened?
We got jumped.
Jumped? Just like that? In broad daylight?
We were in a building, sir. We were investigating a possible burglary in progress.
And?
And when it turned out to be a false alarm...
when we tried to leave, that's when they jumped us.
They got our guns.
Well, listen up, athletes.
Softball practice is canceled.
You're gonna let 'em get away with it? What if one of those guns kills a cop?
Harris, there are enough guns out there to kill every one of us a dozen times over!
I don't give a rat's bladder about your guns.!
What I do care about, and what scares the hell out of me...
is the kind of morality I'm seeing here.
Francis, there's another aspect to this- pride.
Professional pride.
That's why the men wanted to handle this, uh, informally, so to speak.
Well, if this is how you show your pride...
then turn in your blues and get the hell out of my precinct.
What we're supposed to be here is the one thing people can trust.
If you go out there like a bunch of night riders...
what the hell are you but just another vicious street gang?
Um...
let's accede to the captairs wishes on this one, huh?
Shall we?
Rained out.
Thought maybe I could see you tonight.
Not tonight, Frank.
I've got a ton of homework.
I'm in appeals court in the morning at 8:00 a.m.
I'm sorry about today.
So am I.
No. No, I'm not.
Look, uh...
Frank, the longer I see you...
it's gotten more complicated...
than I think either of us expected or wants.
I know what I want.
I think we both do.
You always make it sound so easy, don't you, pizza man?
I'll come by.
We fight better in the flesh.
Let me see you for breakfast.
Is 6:00 a.m. Too early?
Do I call you or nudge you?
You call.
This is an all-nighter, Frank. Really.
It's funny. I had the same thing in mind.
I really care for you, counselor.
Me too, Captain.
Good night.
Francis.
Yeah, Phil?
I, uh, might have caused us a little grief with Division.
What kind of grief?
I had to throw that decorator woman out.
It was either that or commit a felony.
It's okay.
- I'll take care of it. - Thanks.
- Good night. - Night, Phil.
Belker.
- Brought him in. - Move it!
- Wonder if it's the guy. - And no bites.
Yeah. Wonder if it's the guy.
All right.! All right, Mick.!
Way to go.!
Would you like to sit down over there, hair ball?
Or would you prefer internal bleeding?
Captain.
The other rapist from this morning.
And this one's no minor.
You're something else, Belker.
I mean that.
Thank you, Captain.