Item nine.
Item nine is a communiqué from the Hasidic Protection League...
concerning recent acts of vandalism...
at the King David Home for theJewish Aged.
Keep in mind the aforementioned Hasidics are heavily armed...
patrolling on and around the area...
and are within their rights...
as long as they don't brandish or step onto public areas, per se.
- Item 10- - The British Rabbi Renko takes charge.
- Concerns a directive from Divisional Commander Swanson- - Bless you, my son.
Regarding...
the boarding of canine mascots...
by the officers of this precinct.
About time. And that means you.
Now, said officers will either get rid of said alleged mascots...
or be subject to disciplinary action and possible suspension.
- Get rid of the dog. - Get rid of the dog.
The last item on the agenda-
The last item on the agenda is Operation Duckling.
Now, a complete list of those involved...
will be posted upstairs by the front desk.
Now, keep in mind this particular assignment...
- is no laughing matter. - Uh-oh.
In fact, I wish I could be out there with you on this one.
Those officers participating in Operation Duckling...
will reconvene here in one half hour.
And those on regular patrol, let's roll.
All of you, let's be careful out there, huh?
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
Macafee's dirty. He's gotta be.
But I'll be damned if I know where he does his laundry.
We've had cops on close surveillance 24 hours a day...
and he doesn't gamble, he's not a womanizer...
he's got no debts, he's not into the shylocks.
The dude doesn't even own his own car.
- Bank accounts then? - We checked that out yesterday.
He's got a joint checking with the wife. Nothing heavy. And a modest savings account.
I even called in a favor from a friend of mine who's into garbology.
- What? - He's a garbologist.
A P.I. Who specializes in trash analysis.
He went through Macafee's garbage and didn't find a thing.
In other words...
you're asking us to believe that Ralph Macafee is importantly on the take...
yet there's absolutely no trace of what he does with it.
The man doesn't even have a safe deposit box.
Miss Davenport was kind enough to steer Officer LaRue's case my way...
but I'm no Houdini, gentlemen.
I can't help the man if I have nothing to work with.
Maybe if we get into his house-
You have absolutely no grounds for a warrant.
Besides, what's the point? What are you gonna find? Rembrandts on the walls?
Bruce.
Why don't you try for a delay?
I can talk to Skip Fitzgerald in the D.A.'s office.
- He owes me one. - I don't know.
J.D.'s pretty strung out, ma'am. I'm not so sure that's such a hot idea.
Why don't you people come to some kind of consensus with LaRue...
and then get back in touch with me?
I'm running late as it is. Joyce, educate them. Nothing personal, you two.
Pleased with himself, isn't he? Is he the best we can do?
Don't underestimate him. He's good.
And LaRue's isn't exactly what I'd call a glamour case.
Stay on him, Neal. I'll see what I can do from this end.
- Right. - Uh-
Meet me outside Macafee's house at 11:00.
What could hurt?
"Absolutely no grounds for a warrant."
LaRue might want to plead diminished capacity. He drinks.
Suppose he was under the influence at the time.
- We could work with an approach like that. - Sounds trendy enough.
Old Skip Fitzgerald have a weakness for that, does he?
I shouldn't even be here, Frank.
But as long as I am- at your request, I might add-
I suggest you start being a little more realistic aboutJohn LaRue's future.
I've got a reminder for you, counselor.
John LaRue is not just one of your indigent types.
A fast shuffle with good old Skip Fitzgerald-
You've got some interesting problems with perspective.
A deal is struck, and on to the next case.
- He's innocent. - Suffice it to say-
He's also a cop, a damn good one.
The issue here is not John LaRue's innocence or guilt.
The issue is how best to preserve what is already dangerously tainted bacon.
There is fire in that woman.
Yeah. I noticed that myself.
Hill Street Station. Ah, hold on.
Do we have anyone who can speak Spanish?
Hey, you, mister. Can I help you?
It's me, hair ball- Belker.
No!
Holy smokes! Belker, you look absolutely gorgeous.
Look at that hairdo. What'd you do, blow the hairs dry?
And that face- smooth as baby buns.
- Could I ask you a personal question, Leo? - Yeah.
Would you like a ruptured spleen?
Ah... no.
Oh, yes. That's a good-looking ensemble, Mick.
Understated elegance...
with just the most careful dash of color in the tie.
- Well thought out. - Thank you.
Oh, since you're assigned to Operation Duckling...
I suggest you head for the locker room with all due haste.
Operation Duckling. Me?
Could I, uh-
Look, Sarge...
I got a date tonight with a woman.
- She's picking me up at 6:00. - Shift ends at 5:00. What's the problem?
Don't give me "the shift ends at 5:00."
This kind of undercover operation is over when it's over.
Ah, yes. The vicissitudes of police work.
Belker, I empathize.
I need some help over here.
I don't know how to work one of these things.
- What is this? - This is ridiculous.
- Bobby, go like this. - Ah, I don't believe this.
I joined the police force for this?
Hey!
Somebody wanna get a crow bar and help me get out of this? I can't breathe.
Take this.
Cowboy, you better cover me. Otherwise, your behind is mine.
That some kind of ghetto threat? Like, "I'm gonna steal your rib sauce"?
- What do you think? - You gonna do something about those armpits, Cosmo?
Looks like you're nursing a squirrel under each arm.
Hmm, nicely done, nicely done.
That cigar is a nice touch, but I think we got to lose that mustache, Fido.
Nobody touches my upper lip.
They're requesting crisis intervention assistance.
See if you can raise Goldblume.
- No, wait. He's here. Henry? - Uh-huh.
Got a jumper on Hobart Street. I think you'll wanna get over there.
- Who's there now? - Four units from Jefferson Heights.
Just let me get rid of Shep's lunch, and I am on my way.
1429.
Henry, how goes the war?
Morning, Leo. Listen, I got an emergency.
- Would you take this stuff off my hands, please? - For Shep, huh?
Yeah. Uh, one feeding a day.
Three cups, mixed in with enough hot water to form a delectable gravy.
Got ya.
In half a dozen instances, this guy's used Mace to stun his victims.
He's fast and he's strong, so be alert.
Be sure to cruise the isolated areas of the park.
Backups...
your more attractive decoys...
will undoubtedly be harassed.
Be patient. Don't move in unless you're absolutely sure something's coming down.
Uh, Ray Calletano here will be your ramrod in this operation.
He'll be monitoring your wires on the field radio...
along with Alf Chesley.
All right?
Fay, how are you?
I'm fine, Phil. Hey, do you know where, um, Frank is?
- Are you all right? - Sure.
I just have to work out the plans for FrankJr.'s weekend.
Oh, he's busy downstairs, but he should be up in a few minutes.
Can I fix you a cup of freshly brewed coffee?
That's the best offer I've had all morning.
I don't believe that for one minute, Fay.
Mmm. That's good, Phil.
Mm-hmm. It's a blend of Colombian and Venezuelan.
Mmm.
- All is well? - Sure.
Well, as well as can be expected, you know. Yourself?
Oh, good. Very good.
How about that young friend of yours?
Cindy? Oh, terrific.
Things couldn't be better between us.
Uh, actually, Fay...
can I be perfectly blunt with you?
Of course.
- I mean, you're an older woman. - That's perfectly blunt.
No, I mean mature.
Well-You know, as they say, you have been around the park.
Phil, what are you trying to get at?
Well, I have this problem.
It's of a male-female nature, if you know what I mean.
Hmm.
If you're talking about an occasional dysfunction...
there's nothing to worry about...
especially with someone like Cindy, where you're under pressure to perform.
No, no, no. My relationship with Cindy is more domestic.
We do a lot of cooking together.
Then the problem's not sex?
My problem is that I met this other woman.
- She's a lot older than Cindy. - Well, most of us are.
But in spite of her age...
oh, she has an insatiable appetite... for life.
Phil, don't you know most women don't even reach their sexual prime...
till they're in their late 30s?
Look, if you find this too embarrassing, I understand.
Hey, I'm not embarrassed.
You know, I've always been monogamous by nature, but this other woman-
Wow!
I'm a sophisticated man, Fay, but Grace Gardner is something else.
You wouldn't believe the collection of exotic creams this woman has.
Grace Gardner? Sam Gardner's widow?
You know her? Oh, forget I said anything.
I don't know what came over me.
Hey. No, please. Don't worry about it. Who am I gonna tell?
Grace Gardner?
Yes. She's a remarkable woman.
Energy, talent, college education.
Wonderful muscle tone. Mmm.
Oh! Phil Esterhaus, you sly dog!
You mean to tell me you've got two adoring women on your hands?
You must be exhausted.
Well, I could use a nap.
Makes you wonder what Sam died prematurely of.
Oh, check it out.
Oh.! Hey, can I borrow that dress?
Oh.
- Does your mother know you're out? - Whoa!
Oh, man, will you look at this?
- What'd you hit him with? - Say, back off!
Hey, what'd you hit him with, man? Look at this.
It slipped my mind. Is he still breathing?
That'll teach you to mess with my main squeeze, you animal.
- You get away from him! - Hey, back off!
You damn hussies, get out of my way. Just step by when I go by.
You book 'em all. Book 'em all.!
But it's an emergency.
My car is in the shop, and I am going to lose my job if I don't get there.
Now, I have the money.
Policy requires a thousand-dollar deposit. Look, I'm sorry, lady.
I know it's unfair to people like yourself...
but individuals have been known to skip with a car.
She's not gonna skip with the car, Rob.
I can't rent you a car without a bank credit card, lady. I'm very sorry.
Well, you tell me then- How am I going to get to work?
Uh, Les?
See if you can call a cab for this lady here.
That's a 20-mile ride!
I can't pay thatjust to get there.
Lady, look, I'm sorry. Policy is policy.
Come on, man. Ease up. You are the company.
She's not gonna steal your lousy car.
- You ease up,J.D. - Hey, how about it, Rob?
Take a look at her, for God's sake. She's okay.
- I don't know that. - I do.
- You do, do you, huh? - Yeah.
Oh, you know such a lot. You're such an excellent judge of character.
Your life's unfolding like a bad umbrella-
Because you read people so well.
- Big-hearted guy. - You don't run a successful business on heart, kiddo.
All right. I'll tell you what. I'll rent the car.
- She skips out on you, I'll make good on it. - You'll make good on it?
You can't even make good on the shape of your head. Look at you.
You don't have a nickel to your name. You're in hock up to your eyes.
You blow in here at 10:00 in the morning stinking of booze.
And the only reason I haven't canned your act up till now is your sister'd kill me.
"Oh, he's having a difficult time. It's a difficult period.
He'll come out of it." Sure. The hell you will!
Take your stinking charity and shove it in your exhaust pipe, kiddo, 'cause I've had it.!
- I quit! - Come on, man. Let's go.
- You don't have to hold me. I'm okay. - Be cool. Be cool.
Hey, look, it ain't won'th it.
Don't let the chump get to you. That's all he wants to do. Come on, baby. Come on.
Hey, look here. Here, man, take this here.
Now, pay your rent, get outta town for a couple of days, go fishing.
- I can't take your money. - Yeah, sure you can. You'll pay me back.
I can't handle it. I'm busting up inside.
- My nerves- I wanna hit him so bad. - Uh-uh-uh-uh!
Hey, look,J.D. You got to handle it, man.
Now, I can't make this case on Macafee and scrape you off the wall too, you know?
Okay. Okay, I'm cool.
Are you sure, babe?
- Yeah, yeah. Go on. I'll be all right. - Okay.
Later.
That's his I.D. From his wallet. Name of Martin Hobbs.
Twenty years old.
So what happened?
Well, he stood on the top floor over there for maybe 10 minutes after we got here...
then he jumped.
Look, don't stand in their way.
There was no way to talk him down?
No. No way. There was too much crowd noise.
Your usual crud came out of the woodwork.
That's his sister over there.
Name ofJonetta Burns, Mrs.
- Thank you. - Stay away from the body.
- I don't care. - She's a friend of mine.
Excuse me, Mrs. Burns. Detective Goldblume.
This young man was your brother?
Martin.
Did Martin live here with you?
Yeah, he did.
Do you have any idea what might have, uh, c-caused him to do this?
They turned him down at mechanics vocational school.
He couldn't get no job.
Do you know if he was using drugs of any kind?
No.
He never used any drugs.
He took good care of his body. He was an athlete.
He didn't smoke or drink or nothir.
Maybe, every once in a while, he'd smoke with his friends.
Coming through.
But then, you know, his girl broke up with him, and that really hurt him.
And the babies.
I got three little ones at home...
and they're crying all the time.
And he could hardly take care of his own self, let alone theirs.
Goir up on that roof-
All he wanted to do was... just do something.
You know, make some money.
All these people out here-
One of'em yelled up at him, "Jump.
Jump. Don't jive us, man. Do it."
What's the matter with people anymore?
Well-
Boy, I wish I knew, ma'am.
Damn it!
Ooh.!
Hey.
A flat, man?
You have a problem, huh? What's happening, neighbor?
What are you doing around here? Huh?
- He's a traveling salesman. - I got a flat tire.
- Oh, flat tire. - A flat tire.
- A real pain in the butt. - That's damn bad!
He must be a traveling salesman- pinstripe and gabardines.
Brother's all right.
- Hey, you need some help, man? - No, thank you.
I think I got it.
Give the man a hand.
- Check this out, man. Come on. Check it out. - What's he got in the trunk?
Ooh-whee!
Hey, look at this. Say, is this cat unbelievable?
I like that. I really like that.
Set of cars in the ghetto.
Okay, who's got the jack?
- Who's Jack? - Jack? You seen a jack?
I didn't see no jack, man.
- This it? - Oh, that jack!
This your jack, Jack?
It's not that easy, Jack.
- All right. - Yeah. I could probably use the lug wrench too.
Probably could use the lug wrench.
Okay, okay.
- Okay, fellas. Give me the tools. - Uh-oh. He's serious.
- What are you doing up here anyway, gray meat? - You take a wrong turn?
Just passing through, son, and I'm definitely not looking for any trouble.
But trouble may be looking for you, son.
- Mmm. Tell him.! - Look, guys.
Give me the tools back, I'll fix my tire, and I'll be on my way.
- Hey, check the radios in there, man. - Don't touch that radio!
- How much you holding, gray meat? - Damn it, that's enough.
- Come back here with that! - You didn't answer my question, gray meat.
You on a toll road, man.
Breaker, breaker, gray meat.
Mmm. Mmm.
Yeah. You didn't think about this, did you?
What you gonna do now, huh, son?
- What I got is this gun! - Cool, man.
Detective Henry Goldblume, Hill Street Station.
And if you're looking for trouble, son...
congratulations, you just found it.
Say, brother.
The mars getting in-
He ain't gon- He ain't gonna use that gun.
- He ain't gonna do- - Call me a chump, sucker?
Why don't you shoot? You ain't gonna shoot nobody. Chump!
You know, I got about a half a dozen degenerate conga players...
sittir up there on Hippie Hill smokir illegal herbs and spices.
- I'd like to jump up and down on it. - Hey, Ray.
Officer Briese just checked in to Emergency with a twisted ankle.
I warned him those spiked heels were treacherous.
It's the big gray one, Captain. They've lived here 12 years.
It ain't exactly the heights, you know?
Maybe they got Rembrandts on the walls.
- Yes? - Maureen.
Frank Furillo.
Is everything all right with Ralph?
Of course it is.
I- I didn't mean to scare you.
That knock on the door- It's-It's like the phone call in the middle of the night.
Come on in, Frank.
This is Detective Neal Washington.
- How do you do? - Ma'am. Fine, thank you.
I really am sorry if I frightened you.
I needed a word with Ralph, and I was in the neighborhood.
Oh, he's out with Eugene.
They're buying a motorbike.
Eugene.
How old is he now?
Sixteen.
They're going partners with the money Eugene has earned.
You can guess who's gonna do the riding.
They grow up fast.
Oh, I, um-
I was sorry to hear that you and-
- Fay. - Fay were divorced.
- I'm really very sorry, Frank. - Well, it happens.
Police work- It's very hard on a marriage.
You and Ralph seem to have done all right.
Eighteen years, five kids.
I guess we were luckier than most.
What the hell's scaring my wife half to death all about?
You ever hear of knocking, Macafee?
You got something to say, you say it to me, Frank, direct!
You leave my wife and kid out of it. Do you hear me?
- Do you hear me? - Outside.
That direct enough for you?
I'd like to meet you off-precinct, Frank.
Anywhere, anytime.
Just make an appointment. That's all it takes.
I got a bad temper, Frank.
This whole business with LaRue-
I don't relish it, especially you protecting your own at my expense.
You werert there. You don't know what came down.
He sold you a bill of goods.
See you in court, Macafee.
We used to know each other, Frank.
More's the pity.
Hill Street Station.
- I got your number too, sunburn. - Oh, yeah?
Well, I don't have yours yet, Sergeant...
but you better believe I'm gonna stay on the line till I get it.
If you don't get off my back...
you're gonna be one dead cop.
Hey, Henry.
Hill Street Station. Go ahead, please.
That's it. That is bloody it!
All right!
Whoever you are- you know who you are-
This bottle has my name on it.
I paid for this orange juice out of my own pocket...
with the expressed intention of drinking it myself.
You know, I don't mind sharing.
In fact, I enjoy sharing.
But I am sick and tired of people taking food out of my mouth...
without any- any consideration for me...
or-or any sense of what is right...
or what people have to consider if they're gonna live together like human beings!
- Henry. - Don't "Henry" me, Frank, because I'm sick of it.
And I don't care. I do not care, Frank. I don't care.
I mean, i-if they wanna kill each other, let 'em, 'cause I don't care anymore.
If they wanna-wanna live like animals, go ahead.
Come on in. We'll talk about it.
There's nothing to talk about. I'm fine.
Hill Street. Can you hang on a second?
Just stay away from what is mine.
That includes my sandwiches, my orange juice and me.
I've never seen him like that.
Sometimes I wonder if Henry isn't in the wrong business.
I think we all wonder that, Francis.
But the great, big, grand...
first-prize-winning question is...
was the big crisis interventionist...
scared enough to use this fine psychological weapon here?
You bet. You bloody bet he was.
- Don't be so hard on yourself, Henry. - Oh, yeah?
In 12 years, I never so much as unsnapped my holster.
Before Frank found out, I never even used to load it.
Lighter that way.
- I swore when I signed on- - We all swore a lot of things, Henry.
What is the matter with those people, Alf?
Are we past fixing it up between us?
Because if that's the way it is, I mean, what the hell is the sense?
Alf, I did not mean that the way it sounded.
So what's the worst of it then?
Them scaring the hell out of you, or you getting your feelings hurt?
What's the difference? It's over.
Mostly, I think they hurt your feelings.
You figure you're owed something...
for all that love and compassion...
you carry in you.
Alf, I understand what you're trying to do, and I appreciate that very much...
but right now I'd like to be alone, if you don't mind.
- Okay, Henry. - Alf.
Thank you.
I mean that.
They had no way of knowing what you are, Henry.
And if they did, I suspect it wouldn't have mattered.
So you put that gun back in your belt and leave it there...
until that big miracle happens.
I've never been to a Jewish funeral. I don't wanna start with yours.
Hang in.
Hey, I don't believe I caught your name.
Two things, Captain, and then I'll get out of your hair.
On my way out of here this morning...
while awaiting a change of light at the corner of Dekker Avenue and People's Parkway...
a gang of Puerto Ricans ripped off my hubcaps.
I mean, in broad daylight, while I was in the car!
- Boy, does that gall me! - Do you wanna file a complaint?
What do you think I'm doing now, hyperventilating?
Phil, would you get me a 4-16 form for Mr. Warnick here?
Now, as far as LaRue is concerned...
timing-wise, I think we might be able to finesse his situation...
with Skip Fitzgerald over in the D.A.'s office.
I think he and Joyce Davenport may have a little thing going...
so what we do is consolidate his negotiation...
with a half a dozen others we have pending, specifically, the Sharkey case.
Sharkey? Sharkey's looking at murder one.
What's that got to do with LaRue?
- You just let me handle that, Captain. - Thanks, Phil.
The point is that Skip Fitzgerald's hot to horse-trade...
for a quick disposition on Sharkey.
Now, if LaRue pleads no contest...
Skip'll wave prosecution and toss it back to the Police Board of Rights...
to do whatever they think LaRue's got coming to him.
I don't mind reminding you that I'm carrying LaRue on the cuff...
as a favor toJoyce Davenport.
Which translates into what? His future at your convenience?
Partly that. Partly good timing.
Partly that I'm pretty damn good at what I do.
Nothing like packaging defendants, is there?
A new trend in class action.
Phil, would you see if you could raise LaRue for me, please?
Right, Francis.
I'll see that he gets your message.
Oh, now, don't look so down in the mouth, Captain. I know what you're thinking.
You haven't the slightest idea of what I'm thinking.
How many Hispanic youths?
Ten, maybe 12.
- What colors were they wearing? - What colors?
Gang jackets. Were they wearing matching jackets?
No, not that I recall.
Look.
Why don't you just buy yourself another set of hubcaps? Those kids are long gone.
I have no illusions about recovery, Captain.
I just thought you might be interested in identifying who they are.
I know who they are. In fact, you might enjoy negotiating with them.
They have no illusions either.
Hill Street Station.
Turn your radio down. I can't hear you.
- Hi. - Hello, Grace.
I slept the whole morning away.
I haven't done that in years.
Usually, I'm up and out.
You're feeling all right, aren't you?
I feel wonderful, Phil.
We didn't overdo anything, hmm?
No.
You have time for a cup of coffee?
Well, um...
I'm sort of coffee'd out, Grace.
I didn't sleep much... last night.
I know.
You're not sorry it happened, are you?
Sorry? No. No way.
Strike that thought from your-
Hello, Mrs. Gardner.
Hello, Morgan.
Some friends are giving a little dinner party tonight.
I thought if you were off-duty early enough-
Tonight? Hmm.
Well, I don't know about tonight, Grace.
Phil, we're not kids.
If there's something wrong, let's discuss it.
Uh-
Look, I-I know it's difficult in here.
I'm, um...
measuring a few things downstairs.
Hill Street Station. Can you hold, please?
- Furillo. - It's Washington, Captain.
Detective Scanlon picked up Macafee coming out of Division and followed him up here...
to the New Rochella Manor Condominiums on Roosevelt Parkway.
Now, on his way, he made two shopping stops-
an Italian deli by the name ofTomasita's...
and a whatchamacallit- a kid's toy store-
the, uh- the Toy Bazaar.
- Bought a big box of something. - Good. Stay on him.
As soon as he leaves, we'll do a rundown of whoever it is he's visiting up there.
I don't think he's visiting anyone, Captain, unless they're visiting him.
Run that one by me again.
Well, while I was trying to check out the names on the mailbox...
the security guard comes over to I.D. Me.
So I flat-out asked him. He says Macafee lives there.
He owns the condo.
Hello? Captain?
Southwest squadron radio is still out.
Lamonica, you and Sneed sashay over there on the double.
- Bates- Lucy. - Yeah, Lieutenant?
I know your book is good, but let's hear from you regularly, huh?
Thank you.
Hill Street. Hill Street. This is Southwest, Lieutenant. Sorry for the loss of contact.
Nice to finally hear from you, Southwest.
- Stay with us. - No! No!
- Bates! - There it is- Code 2 Duckling. Bates!
- Position, 6 Southwest. Who's with her? - Code 2 Duckling.
- No.! No.! Help.! Help.! - Who the hell is with her?
- Let me go! - We're on our way, sir.
Renko, Hill, get there! Get the captain.
- Right away, sir. - Bobby!
Jellybean. Come on. Give me a jellybean.-
- No! - What do you mean "no"? Come on. Open your present.
Come on. He's gonna open his present.
Come on. Open your present. You know how to open a present.
What do you think it is?
Do you want a jellybean? Here.
What are you waiting for? Open your present.!
- Mrs. Macafee? - Yes.
- I'm Captain Frank Furillo. - Please come in.
Thank you. We're sorry to disturb you. This is Detective Washington.
We'd just like a word with Detective Macafee, if you don't mind.
Sure. Come on in.
- Oh, boy. Look at that. - Some men are here.
Get up, honey.
Thanks for not saying anything up there. I mean that.
How do you want to handle this?
Cash? All right, Frank. Come on. Loosen up, will you?
Everyone knows you're a good cop.
Don't take everything I say so seriously, huh?
- How do you want to handle this? - I don't know yet.
Maureen and me, we've been married 18 years...
ever since we graduated high school in June.
Eighteen years and five kids.
You don't just get up and walk out on somebody.
Not Maureen. She-
It would kill her.
The kids growing up, hating my guts- I couldn't do that, Frank.
And I couldn't stand the thought of losing Sariko.
I had to make an honest woman out of her, Frank.
She's an old-fashioned woman.
I guess I got a weakness for old-fashioned girls, huh?
Fertile Myrtles, both of them.
You know, kids cost, Frank. You know that. They cost.
They need.
They should have everything that we never had before, Frank.
My oldest, Carly- She's going to nursing school.
She's gonna be a surgical nurse.
What do you wanna do about this, Macafee?
You've got two wives and eight kids...
and a lot of dirty money.
And you've got LaRue hanging out there by his fingernails.
LaRue- He's a lame player, a slow thinker.
No, he's not! He had a lame day, is all.
Yeah, tell me more. I'm 10 times the cop he ever will be!
I got 11 decorations, Frank-
two for valor.
You know I'm up for lieutenant nextJanuary? You know that?
This is not happening.
I don't believe this is happening to me.
Don't let it happen, Frank. I don't wanna lose everything.
One of us-
Find a way, will you? Please?
One of us has to go downtown and explain it.
I think you'll be better off if you do it.
Frank.
Now, Macafee.
You do it now.
Did anybody see the Morgan file?
Did anybody claim this apple?
- Going once. - Who's that? Is that him?
Yeah.
He's sick.
Lucy's down at the emergency room.
We're all gonna punch out. We figure it's her collar.
Right.
Hey, Belker. You got a visitor, babe.
Hi.
Mick, I-I'm Debbie Kaplan.
You're, uh-
You're a very nice person.
I mean, you're much nicer than I ever expected.
By that I mean you're not a real dog.
Thank you. You're pretty nice-looking yourself.
Hey, you guys. It's love.
Mm-hmm. I can tell.
Would you like to sit down?
- How'd it go at Internal Affairs? - Piece of cake.
They chewed my leg a little and slapped my wrist. That was it.
J.D., you lie the way the rest of us breathe.
I happen to know they gave you an official reprimand and six months'probation.
You've been skating on thin ice, my friend.
Next time you fall through, I may just let you sink.
You're a hell of a cop when you're on your game,J.D.
- Don't blow it. - I won't.
You got my word on that.
Thanks.
Oh, hold on. Do we have anyone who can speak Spanish?
- You all right, Phil? - Mmm.
Uh, Henry mentioned you had to go off on a personal matter.
Nothing serious, I hope.
Oh, not in the way you think, Francis.
Not health or anything of that nature.
- Uh, do you mind, uh- - Please.
Francis...
have you ever had two women...
totally in love with you?
Totally?
Uh, I can't say as I have.
Well, not to my knowledge.
But I take it you and-
It's no laughing matter.
When I told her about the other woman...
Cindy locked herself in the bathroom.
I finally had to kick down the door.
Then I had to reset the hinges and put it back up.
I mean, you can't not have a bathroom door.
Did you finally get it worked out satisfactorily?
Did you get it worked out, Phil?
Oh. I really don't know what I'm gonna do.
I'm basically of the monogamous persuasion.
Oh, after today...
you have no idea how refreshing that is to hear.
Hill Street Station.
I've got to yield to you on this one, Frank.
I thought LaRue was as dirty as original sin.
He may be a little rough around the edges, counselor. I'll yield to you on that one.
But he's too smart a cop to go on the gimme.
This time, but pay attention.
LaRue's a time bomb.
And you don't wanna be too close when he goes off again.
Come here.
Mmm.
Oh!
First-rate digits...
marred only by neglected fingernails.
Who does he think he is, anyway, Paul Newman?
- Who, LaRue? - Macafee.
Try to keep up with the conversational flow.
What I don't understand is how he was able to handle two wives emotionally.
When you couldn't even handle one.
How do you suppose you and Fay might get along under the same roof?
I might ask the same of you and Skip Fitzgerald.
Oh, good old Skip Fitzgerald. You think of him that way, do you?
Mmm. We've had lunch a few times.
He might make a good addition to the partnership...
but you'd always be senior member, Frank.
Ooh! Pretty close clip, counselor.
Oh. Sorry. Here, let me.
Ooh! Don't answer that.
Hello?
- Oh, hi, Skip! - Aw, you!
No, you're not bothering me at all.