Having previously gone on record...
as opposing these unauthorized and, uh...
simian departures from precinct protocol...
I nevertheless feel compelled to acknowledge...
the aforementioned creature's appearance in municipal court yesterday...
as material witness for the prosecution.
Said appearance resulting in his owner's conviction on 16 charges...
of conspiracy, purse-snatching and receiving stolen property.
Of which, Baby...
the officers of this precinct...
have requested me to bestow upon you this official garment...
as a token of their esteem.
Baby, stand up. Stand up.
An appropriate domicile has been found for Baby...
at Syd's Jungle Safari Park.
That's 20 miles out Route 16 in the township of Brighton.
So, uh, don't be strangers.
Looks like you're dressing your little brother to go to church or something, Belker.
All right.
You wanna take my partner to thejungle park?
All right, come on, come on. Eyes front. Eyes front.
Item 12, regarding the inordinate amount...
of intramural wages being laid...
on the precinct's small arms qualifications to be held this afternoon.
This is serious exercises we're speaking of, people.
Not some sort of ballistic bowling for dollars.
Let us, therefore, at the very least, endeavor to keep...
the spreadsheets off the upstairs assignment board, shall we?
Operation Jezebel.
All parties assigned to this morning's hooker sweep of Allen Street...
should report immediately after roll call to Lieutenant Hunter...
at the south end of the precinct parking area.
For those of you who may have been under your blow-dryers when this memo went out...
that means Hill, Renko, Coffey, Bates...
Coley, Lyle, Ellis, Shaw, Sirwell.
As you all have probably heard...
we lost a man last night.
Detective First Class Virgil Patterson Brooks.
I realize that Officer Brooks was unknown to the majority of you...
due to the undercover nature ofhis work these past nine months...
but you can take it from me, he was one of our best.
Now, we'll arrange for his body to be flown back to his family in Memphis...
for burial this Friday.
Now, those of you wishing to send condolences...
will find the address posted on the upstairs board.
Okay, let's roll. And for God's sake...
be careful out there.
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
What is this, El Salvador? I mean, big deal, I was out at Coley's last night.
Hey, it's cool, man. The cat had just mentioned that he ran into you at the bar, that's all.
Yeah, sure. So where am I supposed to go to line up new talent, huh?
Bowling alleys? Pizza stands?
Hey, look, lover, it's your wagon.
I had four lousy tonic waters and one sip of the stew's mai tai.
And why don't you mind your own damn business, Buchanan?
All I'm saying is I was feeling kind of sick this morning.
Too bad the bet you made doesn't have a virus clause, hmm?
- Too bad my life doesn't have a Renko clause. - Renko, don't tell me...
that you're having second thoughts about the shooting match.
Dream on, tuna. The only second thoughts I'm having...
is how much of your paycheck I'm gonna blow tonight.
2-to-1? Hey, you didn't tell me you were favored 2-to-1.
- Am I really? - Yeah, look here. 2-to-1 odds for-
You think some geek with a wild hair and a nose full of dust...
is gonna give you odds in an alley shoot?
Judas. Webster, would you inform the men that Operation Jezebel...
is running five minutes late because of this.38 caliber quinella?
Of course, there's some types that would bet on the invasion of Normandy...
if they got the right spread.
No offense, Frank. I can't help wondering...
if maybe you're a little overextended.
- How so? - Everything okay on the personal front?
Just fine.
You know, Frank...
when I was ramrodding the 23rd Precinct-
I was the youngest captain they'd ever had there, by the way.
It was right around the time your Negroes and your Hispanics...
were starting to kick up a fuss about discrimination in the department.
Well, there was a lot of resistance to them at the time.
And I don't mind telling you...
that as a young liberal, I was under a hell of a lot of pressure.
So, in the middle of all this...
the brotherhood of Italian police officers started to bust my chops.
Well, that really frosted my flakes.
So, I got their ringleader into my office, and I dropped him.
Told him I didn't care if he was connected to the godfather himself.
No bunch of hotheaded dagos-
Sorry, Frank, Italians- was gonna tell Fletcher P. Daniels...
how the hell to run his precinct.
Damn, I was hot!
Point being?
Well, the point being, Frank...
I wasn't pacing myself.
I was overtired.
I had some problems at home with the missus.
I was afraid I'd flunk the commander's test.
Are you suggesting that my attempts...
to takeJesseJohn Hudson out of circulation...
are some sort of misplaced anger?
I'm only saying it might have been more prudent...
to have given him a little more rope and let him hang himself.
How much more? He's already guilty of two gang murders...
an armory job and the execution of one of my men.
Frank, bring me proof of any of these allegations...
and you know that I'll support you tighter than a brown jockstrap.
So what are you telling me?
That the D.A. Is going to recommend dismissal?
What I'm telling you is...
that there's only one party that can come out ahead in this mess...
and that's JesseJohn Hudson.
Consider it, my friend. That's all I ask.
You oughta know better than to sneak up on my backhand like that, Furillo.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't it take two people to play this sport?
I don't trust myself with a blunt instrument around people this morning.
Besides, I had my fill of gamesmanship at the courthouse this morning.
The Susan Downey case.
Great system of justice we work with, Frank.
I take it that means you went for the plea bargain.
Don't worry, Furillo. That cop of yours came out smelling like a rose.
Too bad you weren't down there. I could have used some help...
explaining to my client why she should feel lucky...
getting off with only a misdemeanor after being assaulted in a parking lot.
If there'd been any evidence against Lambert...
you wouldn't have made the deal in the first place.
Easy for you to say. You didn't have to watch her break down on the courthouse steps.
Oh, come on, Joyce. I was after the truth just as much as you.
It was simply a matter of her word against his. What are you so angry about?
You plea bargain 10 cases a month worse than this one.
I don't know, Frank. I was angry even before I woke up this morning.
Sleeping alone will do that to you.
I'll ignore the presumption of that remark.
Oh, come on. I wasn't asking for the moon. All I want is an open rela-
Relationship, I know.
I have been listening to the same broken record ever since our first overnight.
- Open relationship. - You wouldn't have to if you weren't so stubborn.
Stubborn? Stubborn?
That's funny coming from a man with a boilerplate between his ears.
Or need I remind you who initiated this little separation.
Because I'm sick and tired of playing second-string to a legal career?
Because just once I'd like to kiss you in public...
without your screaming, "Conflict of interest."
Conflict of interest could soil us both, my friend.
We had a pretty good thing going, pizza man, and you screwed it up.
And that's what's wrong with that.
Come on, Joyce. We're in a fishbowl here.
But I thought you wanted an open relationship, Frank.
I'm sorry, sir, but, uh, you can't be on the court in your street shoes.
Do you mind, huh? Do you mind?
What do you want me to do, Frank? Rent a billboard?
Put an ad in the personals?
Drive down to City Hall screaming I have carnal knowledge...
of an Italian precinct captain?
If the need arises, counselor...
I'm sure you'll think of something.
Bye, baby.
Well?
Oh, I can't believe it. They're not gonna run.
Hold it. Easy. The hunt is all over.
- Let's go. Come on, Jasmine. - Well, how's tricks, my friends?
- What do you say we go have breakfast? - You got it all wrong.
We were just getting some rays over there.
And I suppose that clown that just pulled away was your tanning consultant.
Hi, girls.
- Come on. - I'm sorry.
Lucy, I don't wanna go down there.
You know, a big blonde dominant type like yourself can make a fortune on the street.
- Hey, you behave yourself. - No, I mean it.
- A little Spanish rouge, you could write your own ticket. - Farrah, shut up.
- Right over here. - Here is the coach...
that's gonna take my little princesses to dinner at the Maison de Hill Street.
- This is a bogus beef, and you know it. - No, this is Section 415...
of the penal code, creating a public nuisance.
This is the last time I'm gonna do a bachelor party for you or your friends.
You want a nuisance, big boy? I'll give you a-
- You're losing your bust, Luce. - I got it.
Watch out, you moron!
Is that kind of food spicy?
Would someone please retrieve this woman?
Oh, nothing for you to be concerned about, Grace.
It's just a desperate fille de joie being run down by one of my, uh...
persons.
Now, tell me about this Danish film that you got tickets to.
Lori?
Come on down. Nobody's gonna hurt you.
Lori? What is the big deal?
Fifty dollars bail, you're gonna be outta here by-
Lori.
Are you gonna come here, or do I have to come get you?
Are you listenin' to me?
Lucy, let this stuff take effect, and I promise.
Put it down, Lori. Right now, I mean it.
I haven't scored in two days. My whole damn body's crampin' up.
Lucy, please, you know I'm gonna be in that place for hours. Lucy-
Lori, I can't let ya. I just can't. Not right in front of me.
Well, then just turn around for a second!
I'm beggin'you, man.
Lucy, last time I was in that damn cell...
I almost hung myself.
You saw me, man. You know how it was.
For God sakes, would you just please...
just turn around for a second?
Lucy, please.
Lucy?
Lucy, where are you?
What the hell happened?
Uh, I lost her.
When I found her, she was like this.
All right. Just stay with her.
All right, ladies. Right this way, come on. Move it out. Move it out.
See, the problem is when something like this happens...
and if they see me like this, they may take me out for a day.
- I'm sorry. - Are you buying or just browsing, Fido?
- I'm really sorry. - Get in there. I'm sick of this!
Nice hands, son. Real nice.
J.D., can't you do something about this?
I mean, we're just selling a service to the public.
It came down from Division, baby. My hands are tied.
- Don't you wish, lover man. - Hey, hey, I don't like it any better than they do.
- Well,J.D., would you get Lamont- - Come on, Buffy.
- And tell him to get his butt down here? - Let's go, Buffy.
- I have to pick up my kid at day care by 3:00. - Right. You got it.
- Buffy, move it. - Hunter must be kiddin', man.
She gonna be all right?
They wouldn't tell me.
Look, Lucy, I know you're thinking if you could have been there just one minute sooner...
you could have stopped her, but you weren't.
So try and forget about it, huh?
Yeah. I better get back.
Real Folies Bergere you got going here today.
- Well, hello, Mac. What are you doing up here? - Oh, nothing much, Freemason.
- I just thought I'd come up and take my best buddy to lunch. - Lunch?
Yeah, it's a meal, Phil. It comes between breakfast and dinner.
Well, I appreciate the offer, but I don't go to lunch.
Oh, come on, joker. Everybody goes to lunch.
Well, this might seem hard to believe...
but I haven't been out of this squad room for lunch in, uh-
My God, it must be nearly three years.
Tell him nothing exotic, huh? We haven't got all day.
LaRue and Washington, they're gonna make a pit stop on the way over. What do you say?
- I'm not hungry. - Come on, Mick.
We've been at it since 7:30 this morning without a bite.
Okay, Henry.
Let me have, uh, Bermuda onion and sardine on pumpernickel...
side of anchovies and a couple of kosher pickles, full sour.
He says Bermuda onion and sardine on pumpernickel.
Bermuda onion and sardine on pumpernickel.
And a couple of kosher pickles, full sour.
That's disgusting. The man lives on sewage.
Okay, Henry, what about yourself?
Uh, brisket on a kaiser, side of horseradish and a cream soda.
Okay, got it. Be there in a half an hour.
And you talk about how us brothers eat.
No wonder they feel persecuted.
All right, let's go, Kathy. In there, have a seat.
- Come on. Right through here. - That's a metal detector?
Yeah, you've been through it enough times. Just pretend you're at the airport.
- Got a problem here or what? - Ain't got no problem here, honey.
- Just this little ol' thing is all. - Blade!
He done told me to hand over all my metal.
Don't let me ruin your manicure now. So just drop it, all right?
I wasn't gonna cut nobody. I swear it.
- All right. - I was just taking it out of my getup...
- so the metal detector wouldn't go off. - All right, baby.
- 'Cause she was done searching me. - Watch it. Watch it, girl.
- Watch your mouth! - I was just taking it out of my getup...
- so the metal detector wouldn't catch me. - Cool it, Renko.
- I'm in no mood for this stuff. I mean it. - No big deal, Lucy.
You're lucky it wasn't a flamethrower or something.
- Oh, that's perfect. I gotta listen to this? - Yes, you do.
I make one crummy little mistake, and I gotta listen to this.
- Everybody makes mistakes. - That is just perfect. No, not everybody.
Because this time it's me that made the mistake. The woman.
- That's right. - Calm down. Bobby didn't mean anything by that.
What are you telling me to calm down for? Tell Heckle and Jeckle to calm down.
Hey, knock off the Heckle and Jeckle. Can you believe this bull?
- Lf you want me to handle your beefs, I'll handle 'em. - What the hell's happening here?
Nothing's happening, Lieutenant.
Your foot! What's the matter with your foot?
She stepped on my foot when I was on patrol.
Your foot, your arm, your everything. Come on, let's get to work!
Francis, a moment of your time.
L-I just want you to know that, uh...
I'm going out to lunch.
Okay.
Well, unless you think I oughtn't.
Uh, no, that's fine, Phil. Go right ahead.
You know, I've never gone out to lunch.
Well, not as long as I've been on the Hill anyway.
Give it a try.
Oh, the squad room could turn into chaos.
Phil, take a look out there.
Oh, wow!
- I'll just be an hour. - Bon appétit.
- I'll leave a number just in case. - Good idea.
Brisket, Goldblume.
Ham and cheese, pour moi.
Septic surprise, Belker.
- Beef tongue? - Hey, that's mine, babe.
- Beef tongue, right. - Yeah, right.
Look at this place, man. I mean, look at us.
We're working in a lousy dump, eating garbage out of wax paper. What kind of a life is that?
Hey, we serve and protect, babe. Serve and protect.
Yeah, well, you know, couldn't we serve and protect...
at like the Fountainebleau in Miami or maybe run security at the Kahala Hilton?
Think about that. Hey, man, we could put out a few discreet feelers, you know.
Become security analysts.
Hell, we'll take Belker along for the rodent problem.
Hey, why don't you lighten up on the dude, huh, man?
Just trying to cheer the man up, that's all.
All right. Okay.
You're the one who dragged us to that encounter weekend.
You're the one who's always talking about communication being the key to understanding.
And now one little problem, and you're the one who's refusing to articulate their feelings.
Now doesn't that strike you as being grossly hypocritical?
- Doesn't it? - No, it doesn't strike me that way.
Rachel? Hey, look. I didn't mean- Rachel.
- Look, I'm just saying I am hanging up. - Do not hang up.
Hanging up is a denial of my human rights, not to mention my spousal rights.
And it's an emascu-
You tried hittin' her, Henry?
Great, John. You're a huge help.
- I know my women, Henry. - Your women?
You haven't had a meaningful relationship with a woman...
- since your mother quit breast feeding you. - Hey, hey!
Not true, my man. Not true.
I got a lot of love in me. It takes more than one woman to handle it.
I got to have multiples for the spillage.
- You can say that again, lover. - Mm-hmm.
Hey, what's shakin' with Hudson anyway, man?
Nothin'. The slimebag's been holed up ever since he made bail last night.
Hey, that's a nice-looking set of wheels.
Belongs to that blonde lawyer he's been racking with.
She showed up about 5:00 this morning. Hasn't come out since.
Hey, he's a stallion. Gotta give him credit for that.
Hey, why don't you guys grab some Z's, man? Me and J.D., we can take over from here.
I'm not leaving this scum, Washington.
Not till his arraignment goes through.
Hey, look, Mick. I know how you feel about Virgil and all that, man-
- No, you don't. - Hey, someone's coming out.
Oh, it's the lawyer, McBride.
I don't know, babe. Shejust doesn't look right to me.
Dame's gonna kill somebody driving around like that.
No, man, I'd better call in to have her pulled over.
Hey, what's goin' on out here? Hey!
Better call for an ambulance.
Mm-mmm.
Well, that sure beats brown-bagging it at the station.
- Thank you, Mac. - My pleasure, Phil.
Look, maybe we can make lunch here kinda like a regular thing, huh?
I really think I'd like that.
Regular lunch with a good buddy?
- Yes, I think I'd like that quite a bit. - Good.
You know, Phil, like most guys...
I'm a little clumsy in the sentiment department.
I just wanted you to know that...
well, I've appreciated your friendship in the past few weeks.
Nah, you don't have to be embarrassed.
I, myself, would have never made it through the month...
without somebody like you to talk to.
God, you know, we're a lot alike, Phil. I mean, I tried it all too.
I mean, just like you're doing now.
God, Joan and I broke up, and, uh-
Hell, it was the bars, the one-night stands, then the cruising, you know.
After Margaret and I broke up, with Cindy and Grace Gardner...
I hardly had the energy to walk, much less cruise.
I know what you mean. You were kind of up to your earflaps in women, huh?
Yeah.
You know, the only trouble with that is...
you kind of feel like there's something missing in your life, you know?
Hmm. You know, I think you're right.
You know, Phil, I may be misreading this situation, I know...
but when I first met you, l-I sensed another persona in you.
An identity that was kind of waiting to be released.
Hmm. Another persona, huh?
That's very perceptive of you, Mac.
Do you realize I've spent nearly my entire adult life...
being regarded by people as just another guy in a blue uniform?
You look great in a uniform, Phil...
but what's important it seems is-
I don't know. It's how you see yourself.
You know?
You're probably gonna laugh when I tell you this, but when I was a kid...
I had my heart set on being a concert pianist.
Can you imagine that, with these paws?
You have beautiful hands, Phil.
- Get outta here. - No, Phil, look at those.
No, Phil, I mean it. I like your hands. I like 'em a lot.
I've had dreams about those hands, Phil.
Very funny, MacAllister. Now will you get serious?
Phil, I've never been more serious in my life.
I care about you... very deeply.
And I think it's time that we expand our relationship.
What relationship? I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Come on, Phil. Don't be so damn coy.
I'm gay, Phil.
I want you in every sense of the word.
And I'm hoping very much that you want me as much.
Oh, I don't believe this is happening.
- Believe it, Phil. - No.
Look, Phil, if, uh-
if I've offended you, I apologize.
But I don't apologize for being honest about my feelings.
Nor do I apologize for being what I am.
Mike, how could you think that of me?
How could you think that I was some sort of ho- ho-
Homosexual, Phil.
Go ahead, say it. It's just a word. It won't bite.
Neither will I.
Oh, come on, Phil.
Phil, sit down. Don't leave. Come on.
- Phil, we're still friends, aren't we? - No, we're not.
Phil-
Phil, please.
I wish we were, but we're not.
Well, it's no secret that he blamed her for getting busted last night, Captain.
- What does she have to say about it? - She's not talkin'.
Attending physician's report.
"Contusions around both eyes, broken rib, abrasions in the neck."
You don't get that kind of damage scattering trash cans at 15 miles per, Captain.
She had the hell beat out of her before she even got near that car.
- You said she was walking funny when she left his apartment. - She wasn't stoned, Captain.
We scoped the blood tests coming out of the lab.
- If she was high on anything- - No booze, no dope.
It was pure, uncut JesseJohn Hudson.
NurseJohnson to Intensive Care. NurseJohnson to Intensive Care.
I want you to file assault charges against him.
With your testimony, we can put him away for good.
Open your eyes, Miss McBride. He's a dangerous man.
I've been cleaning up after him ever since he hit the streets.
Murders, extortion.
Half a dozen assaults that make yours look like a love tap.
All of it part of an organized drive...
to disenfranchise this community in the guise of social reform.
For God's sake, don't let him use people this way.
It's all a mask. And as soon as it's served his purpose, he'll throw it away.
You know that too.
Think about it, lady.
Commence firing.
- Okay, Bobby, let's put this baby in gear and drive it home. - All right, Luce, settle down.
- You're blowing it. - Yeah, don't you mean I'm blowing it?
We're even on the match, one up on the Nassau and three up on the press.
She keeps shooting like this, we're gonna have to get ourselves a business manager.
What are you, Howard Cosell or something? You wanna can the play-by-play remarks, Renko?
- And you too, Bobby? - Just wait a minute.
- It's not our fault you shoot like a suburban housewife. - What did I say?
All right. That's it.
You guys have been on my case since that hooker sweep this morning. I've had it.
- Nobody's been on your case. - Why don't you can it? We got a match to finish here.
Oh, great. You take your stinkin' match and your lousy Nassau...
and your stupid, obnoxious locker-room comments and stop it!
- Looks like you owe us some money there, boy. - Yeah, way to go, guys.
- I'll be right there, Chief. - It's very important that you're here.
- Yes, I realize that. - How long for you to get down here?
- Ten minutes. Right. - All right.
I know you're just out the door, but could I talk to you?
- Sure. - Off the record.
- What's the problem? - That girl that collapsed today, this morning...
- on the hooker sweep? - What about her?
It was my fault.
I caught her in the tenement before she shot up.
She begged me. She said that she'd never make it through booking if she didn't fix.
And you let her?
She's just a kid, Captain. I mean, it's bad enough...
having to go through booking and all that stuff without having to deal with drug withdrawal.
- So I turned my back. - Is she gonna make it?
Yeah.
I called the hospital.
- But it doesn't make me feel any better. - It shouldn't.
- What would you have done? - I would have arrested her for possession.
I sure wouldn't have turned my back while she shot up.
Oh, so you pull her in cold, you book her...
and then maybe you find her hanging in the holding cell the next morning.
Lucy, if I let every loser with a sad story get to me like that...
I wouldn't be worth spit on the job, neither would you.
Isn't that a little hard-nosed?
Lucy, we all know it's not exactly an uplifting experience out there...
so sometimes we wanna reach out.
You feel maybe if you give them a little of your time...
maybe even turn your back on a couple of rules, you might be able to help 'em.
Show them there's something better out there.
Believe me, mostly, they'll take that as a sign of weakness.
What am I supposed to do about my feelings? Do I just turn them off for eight hours a day?
I don't want any of my people disconnecting from their feelings...
but you do have to learn that you can't always act on them.
You're a good cop. I wish I had more like you.
I wish you'd tell that to those gorillas I work with out there.
They've been on me today like a cheap suit.
You're also tougher than you give yourself credit for.
Next time they lean on you, you lean on them.
Frank, you're due in court in less than five minutes.
- Are you okay with this? - No.
But I'm gettin' there. Thanks, Captain.
Comment ça va, Phil? ##
You look a little tight around the cinch belt.
Hey, Sarge, you got any cream rinse?
No, I don't have any cream rinse.
Do I look like the kind of man who uses cream rinse?
Hair-wise, Phil, you don't look like the kind of man who even uses shampoo.
Mm, doggone it. Phil, how's your supply of aftershave?
Thanks.
Oh, Judas.
- "Eau de fruit bronze." - What's the matter with it?
Well, no offense meant, but, uh...
- it's a little fruity for my taste. - Fruity?
That's what it says there- fruit.
I don't care what anybody says.
I am not fruity.
Hmm.
Hello, Phil.
Grace. What are you doing here?
I'm taking Howard...
to an exhibition of 15th century Byzantine erotica...
at the Schoenbaum Gallery.
Oh.
How have you been?
Oh, fine. Just fine. Yourself?
Oh, it- it's been...
day to day for me, Phil.
Grace.
Would you be brutally honest with me about something?
Always.
Um, h-how would you characterize me...
uh, sexually speaking?
You're... tender.
You're caring.
You're giving. Oh, God, you're giving.
Yeah, but, Grace, do you find me in any way, uh...
oh, limp-wristed?
Phil!
There is absolutely nothing limp...
in that entire glorious body.
Oh, God, thank you, Grace.
Oh, I've-
I've yearned for you, my prince.
There's never been anyone like you for me.
I'm- I'm making an absolute fool of myself, but I can't help it.
Oh, well, Grace, uh...
what about Howard?
- Howard? - Yeah.
Oh, Howard. Uh-
Howard is, uh-
He's a-
He's a decent man, but he-
he doesn't understand me the way you do.
He doesn't touch me the way you do.
Oh, he doesn't do it for me the way you do.
Oh, Phil, hold me, kiss me...
make me yours again.
How do you respond to the charges of parole violation?
You really think putting this guy back in prison...
is gonna get him out of your hair, Frank?
I want him off the Hill. I don't care how.
I don't like public disagreements with my men, but I'm on record with this one.
I can't support your position.
It's not the first time, Chief.
Mr. Hudson, we need a few questions.
Okay, okay, I'll, uh, answer questions...
after the hearing.
But for now, just let me say that I'm not surprised to be here.
Not at all.
It's just another example of an oppressive system using the police...
to divest the inner city of its rightful leadership.
But know this. They may be able to send me back...
but they can never imprison the calls that brought me here.
You better pray they don't put him away.
She's got a gun. Grab her!
You better double up the night shift, Frank.
When this gets out, the Hill's gonna go up in flames. Clear.
- Sure seems peaceful enough.
Well, if they were gonna torch the Hill, they would have done it by now.
Don't be so presumptuous, son.
It's a long night.
You know, I'll give these people credit for one thing.
At least they got the sense to know this guy Hudson's...
not worth losing any sleep over.
Maybe. No.
But you know what, cowboy?
I sure will feel a lot better when this shift is done.
Wasn't it kinda quiet like this before the riots of'77?
Let's go, Joe. Let's cruise.
Yes, ma'am. Ciao, boys.
- You all keep a low profile. - Yes, Mom.
You know, if it stays quiet like this, maybe the two of you...
can spend a couple hours practicing some choke holds at the No Tell Motel.
Keep it up, doughboy, you'll be taking your meals through a straw.
- Henry. - Hi, Ray.
Your wife is here. I asked her to wait in the interrogation room.
I thought you'd might want a little privacy.
- Thanks. - That's all right.
- How are you? - Tired. My back's killing me.
- You? - Fine.
- How's Josh? - He misses his father.
What about you?
I do too.
Then why won't you let me come home?
Are you still seeing her?
No.
What's the matter, isn't it any fun if you can't sneak around?
Rachel, stop it.
She's a fine woman.
I spent some time with her.
I'm very sorry it hurt you, but I'm not sorry it happened.
Rachel.
I didn't go looking for this. Itjust happened.
We've been over it, Henry.
I know all about how it just happened.
No, you don't.
You say you know, but you can't, not unless you've been there.
I have been there.
I had an affair once.
When?
Nine years ago.
You were atJefferson Heights. I was going to school.
You had that graveyard shift. We never saw each other.
- Who was it? - What's the difference?
Who was it?
My biology professor.
Your biology professor.
How appropriate.
- You making this up? - No.
Then why the hell you telling me now?
To hurt you the way you hurt me.
You kept a secret from me for nine years. At least I told you.
You confessed because you felt guilty.
What do you expect from me, absolution?
You hurt me terribly.
Now, if I'm gonna take you back, I refuse to be a martyr.
- How, by evening the score? - Yes.
I need that for my self-esteem.
- Well, then how about mine? - You had your tootsie.
I assume she gave you all the esteem you could handle.
Hey, I don't know if I wanna come home...
if this is what I have to look forward to.
Henry, I miss you.
I haven't slept since you left.
But I'm angry, and it's going to take time.
I don't want our marriage to fall apart over this.
B-But I can't promise you it's gonna be exactly the same again.
Too much has happened.
If I hadn't had this affair...
you never would have told me about yours, would you?
- No. - Why not?
Because when it happened, it didn't have anything to do with you.
It was my need, my crisis.
And then when I realized how I wanted to live my life...
and- and who I wanted to live it with, I ended it.
I've never been with anyone but you since.
It's no different for me, Rachel.
You sure?
All right.
Then let's go home... if you want.
- Counselor? - You want an open relationship?
You got an open relationship.