Item 10 as regards canines-
The, um, uh, poop scoop law...
goes into effect today.
That's The People v. Belker. I hear he's appealing.
To wit, any person causing or permitting any domestic canine...
to evacuate on a public sidewalk...
without promptly and substantially removing said evacuation from same...
shall be guilty of a class-C misdemeanor.
What if he removes it, but not substantially, Sarge?
Item 11.
We have six more complaints from Decker Avenue merchants...
concerning vending machine coin-box rip-offs.
Somebody's doing a lot of nickel-and-diming out there.
There's an unofficial reward for the doer that puts the alleged perpetrator out of business-
an evening's free play of Space Invaders at Decker Avenue Playland.
Hot diggetty!
A truce has been reached with the night shift...
regarding the use and misuse of the precinct refrigerator.
In accordance therewith...
said refrigerator last evening was cleaned out of all unauthorized foodstuffs...
alleged to have been present therein for a length of time...
longer than five days.
- Thank God.
If I may inject a personal note-
Guys, we're all willing to look the other way vis-ŕ-vis brown-bagging it...
given the current economic realities.
But, to the anonymous owner of the marinated artichoke and liver paté on whole wheat...
In the rear of the third shelf...
that had taken on a life of its own...
Have a little understanding, would you...
odor-wise, hygiene-wise and otherwise.
All right, last item:
Be cognizant that Monday Night Football is on tonight...
which means we'll be missing 15% of the night shift.
Be equally cognizant the welfare eagle flies on Mondays...
which means, our local muggers will be out in force.
Therefore, we have double shift assignments.
Bates, Coffey, Shamsky, Figiliano, Williams, Obradovich.
All right, let's roll!
And, hey-
Hey!
Let's be careful out there.
- You got it. - What if the eagle does it on the sidewalk?
Someone's scarf. It's gonna be cold.
So, what do you say we put it in cruise control today, partner?
Like California cops- put on a pair of them glasses...
put the arm out the window like this and smile at everybody.
Don't cause any personal conflict at all.
Oh, you got a new squeeze.
I tell you, Bobby, this woman is flat-out kinky when it comes to football.
Might be those pants they have that highlight their what-have-yous.
All I know is that on Monday nights she is hotter than a Model T coil.
The rest of the week she is drier than a gutter snowbird.
Ohh!
- So I'm gonna cook up a pot of that spaghetti "bogonese"... - Yeah?
And I'm gonna squat down on her velour couch in front of her 26-incher-
What I'm pointin' out here is this-
I cannot afford to get stuck in night court...
while the rest of civilized America sits in front of their television sets...
watching Joe Theismann- as in Heisman- fill the air with footballs.
All right, who's the joker?
I had a Nova and cream cheese on bagel with a slice of Bermuda in the fridge on the second shelf.
Where's Belker?
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
You know, my guidance counselor should have told me in high school, man...
I got acting talent up the wazoo.
Oh, yeah? What kind of talent you got in that bottle there, lover?
Hey, I poured the top half of this into the sink, Neal.
- Mm-hmm.
Hey, that's him coming out.
Looks like he's heading for the underpass.
Tell you what. Let's nail him at the other end.
- Hey. You got the bread? - Yeah, I got it.
- Don't make it too blatant. - Hey, I'm telling you- People v. Fernandez.
Dollar collars are dynamite.
Besides, I gotta make it a little blatant.
I don't look like an 82-year-old lame, blind broad trying to cross the street.
Yeah, you got that right. You look worse.
Hey, bro, you got the time?
Freeze, my man! Police.
Halt! Police!
Police! Halt!
Oh, God!
Come here, turkey! Get down here!
Oh, man. It's your knee, isn't it?
- It's cool, baby. It's cool. - I was just trying to help the old dude!
- He was losing his money! - Aw, shut up.
- Oh, man.
- He was losin'his money! - Shut up!
Here I am, carrying a wire against Roy Snyder's goon...
and you don't even know if the-if the glue is waterproof.
Mick, I told you I sweat a lot.
I know it's gonna fall off. You think I like doing this?
Morris, calm down.
Calm down, he says. I owe 1,300 bucks at 20% a week.
Morris, for a lousy 1,300 what are they gonna do?
They're not gonna go after your family or anything.
My family? What about me?
Mick, do you know what a 10:00 appointment means to these guys?
A 10:00 appointment means- means bones. Ribs.
Internal organs.
Oh, God.
He's here.
So, Morris, what's it gonna be-
cash or broken bones?
Oh, well, that's what l- I was just thinking about.
I mean, let's face it, Stanley- l- I already got broken bones.
Oh, so you're gonna pay. That's good.
Well, that's not what l- I meant.
I mean, not- not exactly.
Nice plaster job.
How many places it break, anyway?
Multiple, uh- Multiple fractures, Stanley.
What a shame.
I swear, Morris, I always go for the clean break.
Okay, just- just take your hands off- off the cast.
You're sweating like a pig, Morris.
Don't. You'll break the wire.
- The what? - Wire!
I'm wearing a wire, Stanley.
I just wanna show it to you so you won't- so you won't think I'm pulling a fast one.
I'll yank it out- yank it out for you.
- Well, now we're even-steven. - Come on.
Police! You freeze it, hairbag!
Oh, no! No, Stanley! No! Oh, no! No!
You back off! Aaah!
- Back up! - Uh-uh.
Come on, back up.
Dispatch. Officer in need.
Request immediate backup, 600 block, Jefferson Avenue. Officer will assist.
There is no way that I'm gonna get involved in this. I'm gonna tell ya that going in.
I don't mind unofficial assist...
but there is no way I'm gonna get stuck with something like this...
and have to spend the entire night cooling my heels in night court.
Well, flog my dolphin! Look at that woman. She's a physical phenomenon!
You gonna just stand there and announce?
I think the situation is pretty much under control, don't you?
Hey! Hey! Get back!
Right on!
Bravissimo!
Bravissimo! Right on, brothers and sisters!
Oh, you look radiant.
Oh, Phil.
Parakeet, what's the matter?
Could we speak privately?
I may be with child.
With child?
Pregnant.
Pregnant? You?
Don't be upset, Phil. L- l-
- Are you sure? - No, not yet.
But my body is an incredibly fine instrument.
Of course it is. It's magnificent.
No, no.
What I mean is, there are those of us...
who run like perfectly oiled watches...
year after year, tick after tick...
and when there is the slightest variation in bodily rhythm...
as there is now-
Oh, darling, you are upset. I sense it.
No. No, not at all. Au contraire.
In fact, Grace, this is wonderful.
A wee one.
A little Esterhaus.
It is a little Esterhaus?
Oh, there's no doubt about it, Phil.
If I am pregnant...
it's yours.
Oh, Grace! It would be a miracle!
No, wait- No, wait a minute, Phil.
I'm not sure exactly how I feel about it.
I mean, a- a baby now.
Us.
Grace, think of it.
A progeny of our own.
Phillip Freemason Esterhaus Jr.
We could enroll him in Sand Creek's nude nursery encounter group.
Mm-mmm. Mm-mmm.
You really want to call him Phillip Freemason Esterhaus Jr?
Come on, Stanley. Please?
Come on, move! Move! Stand there!
This guy is probably gonna need some stitches and a tetanus shot.
All right, listen up.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you.
You have the right to speak with an attorney and have an attorney present during questioning.
If you cannot afford one, an attorney will be appointed for you before questioning.
You understand?
Do you understand?
Do you think you could try reading him his rights any faster...
or with any less tonality, Detective?
Tip it. Watch your hands. Watch your hands.
- Your knee all right, Neal? - Yeah.
Uh, Miss Davenport.
Good morning, gentlemen.
MaxwellJenkins, late of St. Louis, Missouri.
Mr. Jenkins is the prime suspect in six unsolved robberies...
of welfare and social security checks from senior citizens in the last month.
He comes with many deluxe features, including atrocious breath.
- May I? - Be warned, Miss Davenport.
The part under "Peculiarities, Deformities, Scars and Tattoos"...
is very R-rated.
Your lawyer, you lucky boy scout.
We do have a welfare check suspect. Yes. Bye.
Hello, counselor.
So you guys are at it again- the old dollar collar.
LaRue's and Washington's. It's yours?
And may I say, if you care for a little expert legal counsel...
it's the most blatant case of entrapment I think I've ever encountered.
Let me read between the lines a little.
They trail him all over town, obviously because the tip they have on him...
is a thousand miles short of probable cause to arrest.
They completely lure him into something he could never have considered...
if they hadn't mapped it all out for him.
Then they don't even have enough sense of justice to bury the money in a pocket or someplace...
so as not to attract some Good Samaritan like, heaven forbid, you or me.
Very persuasive, counselor, but I checked with Det. Washington on this one.
- The guy was walking away with the money. - Allegedly.
Oh, come on, Joyce. You're talking legalese at me.
Last month three elderly women wound up in County Emergency...
because of a guy who looked a hell of a lot like MaxwellJenkins.
We all know the courts have approved decoy arrests, even when they're dollar collars.
I wouldn't care if it was a mink collar.
- The courts have never approved entrapment. - Hey!
You know as well as I do, the guy's a real low-life.
He may be. But that's not the issue.
What is the issue, it seems to me, is that your guys have to do a little better.
See you in night court on this one.
Oh, excuse me, Miss Davenport.
Captain, we've got six possible complainants we want to bring in for lineups.
Any objections, counselor?
Would you care to be present?
I have to get back. I'm on intake tonight.
But be my guest. No objections at all.
- Line 'em up, Neal. - Right.
Oh, just a second. How's your knee?
Oh, I'll... probably be better tomorrow.
Just getting out of shape for those 40-yard sprints, is all, you know.
That the one you hurt in college?
Don't know what it is. It'll be okay tomorrow.
- This is Sarah. - Hi, Sarah.
- How's the calendar look tonight? - Oh, real light.
Light. Figures. There's a football game on. The spread's three and a half.
- Personally involved? - No. I used to date the back-up quarterback for the Giants.
- Oh? - He had really wonderful legs, as I recall.
- Anyway, I still have a client to interview. - Oh?
Right. Just picked up a beaut of an entrapment.
By the time it gets to court, it's going to be a full-grown poisonous fruit.
Tell you all about it later.
Hey, Joycie.
- Allan. - I've been wanting to talk to you.
It's a horrible place to meet, but you look gorgeous.
Really spectacular.
A-Are you losing weight? Because you- you look thin. Are you doing a little-
What are you doing here, Allan? I thought you were making a killing in medical malpractice.
That's a nice pun.
- Actually, I am. Wachtel and Gerber.
That's why I thought maybe you could help me out. Doing a favor for a guy.
You see that mountain over there?
Well, some lunatic with a penchant for biting human flesh busted him.
The guy's clean. Clean as a cucumber.
- Then what do you need my help for? - Ah.
Well, um...
frankly, I heard, uh-
I mean, um-
Word is out about you and Frank.
So, I thought, you know, if I could tell you about the case...
you could see what garbage it was...
and maybe have a few words with the man.
Surely you have informal lines of communication?
"Informal lines of communication"?
I mean, the fate of the world isn't always decided in the living room, is it?
- I'm genuinely disappointed in you, Allan. - Ah.
I remember you were one of the brightest men in law school.
You had fine sensibilities, ideals.
Let's not get too holier-than-thou, shall we?
I mean, who would have thought you'd wind up copping pleas for the indigent...
and shtumming a cop.
We all change, dear.
Some of us change, Wachtel.
Others of us mutate.
Frank, we gotta talk.
I just came from Uncle Benny's Toyland...
and I don't mind telling you I'm more than a little upset.
- About what? - Your son has been shoplifting.
Oh, Fay, all kids go through phases like that.
When I was a kid, I stole 15-cent Spauldings from Martinelli's Candy Store.
No big deal.
Well, where I come from, mister, stealing a $40 computer game is a plenty big deal.
Well, what do you expect, Fay?
Suddenly you're marrying a guy FrankJr. Hardly knows...
you yank him out of private school-
With your blessing.
All I'm saying is, that's a lot for a seven-year-old kid to handle.
I told you you were moving too fast.
This is no time for l-told-you-so's.
Now, you have got a very big problem here.
What does that mean, "I've" got a problem?
Well, I, um-
I called Harvey.
Harvey.
Yes, Harvey.
He may be a nerd, Frank...
but he's a first-rate psychologist.
And he said that FrankJr. Shoplifted...
because he wants to be caught by his father, the cop...
that his biggest problem right now is his fear of losing you.
- Losing me? That's ridiculous. - Have you told him that?
Well, n-not in so many words.
In how many words, then?
All right, I admit maybe I've been avoiding the issue.
Look, Fay, I may not have been going around shoplifting...
but that doesn't mean this has been easy for me, either.
I've been trying to work through some fears of my own, you know.
Fear of losing my son's love to another man, for one thing.
Not to mention a little- a little jealousy.
You're jealous?
Of whom?
We might not have had the best marriage in the world, Fay...
but that doesn't mean I'm without strong feelings for you.
L-l- I feel like I'm going to cry, Frank.
Uh...
tell FrankJr. I'll pick him up around 6:30.
Just the two of us. We'll have a man-to-man and work it out. Okay?
Thank you, Frank.
Oh-
Nothing to thank me for.
I am the boy's father, after all.
And you always will be.
I want you to call this- 2-6-4-
- Hi, Phil. - Fay, how goes it?
I'm fine. How are you?
I'm glad you asked.
Fay, may I divulge a little secret? Hmm?
Certainly.
It seems I'm gonna be a father.
Really?
Oh, Phil, I am so happy for you!
- Way to go, tiger. So, who's the mother? - Well, Grace, of course.
- Oh. - Why "Oh"?
Oh. Oh. Oh, nothing. Oh, no, i-it-
l-I'm sure Grace is a very healthy woman, Phil.
It's just that, well, statistically...
there's a higher chance for birth defects among women over 35.
Maybe Grace should have an amniocentesis, just to be on the safe side.
Amniocentesis?
On the up side, there are studies that indicate that the offspring of older parents...
have a tendency towards genius-level I.Q.'s.
You and Grace could have another Albert Schweitzer on your hands.
- No. - Why not?
Henry, what if I'm not smart enough to talk to my own kid?
What if he spends all his time at school and in the library, ignoring me?
I could wind up a lonely old man sitting on a park bench...
feeding the pigeons.
Oh, Phil, I doubt that.
Well, I won't put up with it, I can assure you.
I'll find a way to break through.
Uh-
This way, guys.
- Guys, look out.
Let us get through.
All right, let us through here. Police. Come on. Back up.
- Aren't you a little late? - Move back. Stay back.
- It was a green Cutlass, man. - All right, just wait there.
- We've got to get her out of here. - Help me.
- Two boys and a girl, man. - Do you know who they were?
Yeah, the Vaqueros. I saw them.
The shooters, man- the ones who tried to shoot her brother- they shot her.
- It was a '69 Cutlass. - All right. All right. We gotta find the brother.
All right? Where's the brother?
No. No.
Okay, give the ambulance some room, please.
- That's him! That's the brother! - Hey, you, wait a minute. I want to talk to you.
- Man doesn't even speak English. - All right.
Give the ambulance some room, please.
It's no circus! Come on!
- You got Los Angeles. - They gonna play at home?
You got 'em. But you got 'em playin'here or there.
- Boy, you- - Okay-
- How many points you give me? - Houston 40 points over Chicago.
That's a good bet.
You'd take that one too.
Hey, Joe.
Hey, Luce. Why the long face?
Looks like your goldfish died or something.
Lighten up, will you, Renko.
We just had a 10-year-old girl killed by some creep.
Sorry, Lucy.
- Hey, Renko. - What?
Renko, I tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna take New York minus the two and a half.
- Yeah? Well, the spread is three points. - Is that right?
Use your head. When's the last time New York even come close in a big game- about 1963?
I'll give you six-
Astounding. A game of absolute military purity-
- a game that even Clausewitz might have admired- - Yeah, and I'm the suckee.
And they haven't the slightest interest in it, except to sully it with their gambling.
Well, no one was laying odds at Omaha Beach, gentlemen.
Ballantine...
it's been the same since the time of the Caesars.
Hey, could we have some eggs? What's happening?
- How much is 14% of $1.85? - Would you like your change, sir? Sir?
The truth is, Napoleon would have been a perfect N.F.L. Coach.
Daring, imaginative, and supremely self-confident-
Judas-
I want to see a citation issued to that individual.
And while we're at it, let's check that animal's rabies status.
Judas-
Henry, did we get any help from Division Anticrime?
Uh, three extra cabs...
on the east side, north of the park, and the Von Steuben corridor.
Everything is there, Henry.
- Any word, Lieutenant? - We should have preliminary forensics in an hour.
- No. Come in. - An A.P.B. Is out on the Cutlass.
That's the one thing everybody seems to agree on- green Cutlass, three occupants.
Gang intervention?
The main thing now, as they see it, is to try to keep it isolated.
District Attorney's office.
- Assistant D.A. Costa. - Who's calling?
Captain Frank Furillo.
- I'm sorry. He's in court. - When does he get out?
- About an hour. - Okay, have him call me. Yeah. Thanks.
Anybody run a computer check on the brother?
- Yeah. Couple of juveniles, grand larceny auto, assault.
This could blow, Frank. Pagans and Vaqueros.
- Both young, both want to get on the boards. - It's a jungle out there!
- I know, but- - What the hell's the sense? I mean, a 10-year-old girl.
Perez. Easy.
Yeah.
Okay, my man, it's 10 after 4:00.
- I suggest we take this baby into the stable- - Hey, look at that.
- What?
Are you crazy? Get outta here.
That's a no left turn, 4:00 to 6:00 p.m.
Bobby, I just said it's 10 after 4:00. Look at my watch.
Oh, look, my watch has stopped. We don't even know what time it is.
- Hey, we haven't done anything all day. - Bobby, this guy looks bad.
- Hey, we're just giving him a ticket. - Bobby, please?
No. No, we're gonna do it. Here we go.
"License and registration. License and registration, please."
Oh, no. Get on with it. Get on with it. Get on with it.
License and registration.
It's only two minutes to 4:00, man.
You made an illegal left hand turn.
Oh, come on, man! This really bites brown air! Let's just go!
It's okay, there, compad-
You don't have your license and registration?
- I left it in my other jacket. - Oh, Lord.
Step out of the vehicle, please. Let's go. Come on.
I got a game to go to tonight.
- Come on. Out of the car. - What is that?
- Come on. Up against the car. - Hey, hey, slow up, pal.
Spread 'em!
It's the prince of the vending machine circuit.
All right, pal.
- What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? - Renko! Renko!
- Do you have any idea what time of day it is now? - Renko, Renko-
You caught him. You skin him.
You know what you just done to me? You have any idea in this world?
- Let's go. - You can't even speak the English language, can you?
You better hurry, Francis. You're gonna be late for night court.
Thanks, Phil. I'll be out of here in 10 minutes.
Is everything all right, Phil?
Well, in fact...
uh, if you have a moment-
Sure. Sit down.
You know how some things are so important, you never think about them?
And suddenly they become a possibility, so you think about 'em.
Oh, yeah, I sure do.
Well, for a while today, I thought I was gonna be a father.
Grace?
I just got a phone call. False alarm.
I wanted it. I really wanted it!
I know, Phil.
I'm sorry.
Phillip Freemason Esterhaus Jr.
C'est la vie.
Night court.
Your Honor, my client informs me that he was hungry.
- Hungry. - Bobby!
I understand, Miss Williams. But that was 12.95-a-pound chateaubriand-
Jane's brother-in-law has a video tape recorder.
I'm gonna pick that sucker up and whisk it over toJane's bedroom...
faster than grain through a goose.
And then, Lord be with me, if nobody tells me the score of the game, I got it-
Gentlemen.
What?
Knock it off!
Come on, George, give me a break.
This alleged lowlife is the scourge of the Hill.
- He's been preying on old people, you know. - I understand all that.
But you shouldn't have run those lineups, especially not with Schiller sitting in night court.
Did Joyce happen to mention to you, uh, Fruits of the Poisonous Tree?
Fruits of the-
Poisonous Tree.
A legal doctrine which holds that if an arrest is illegal...
certain evidence which police gather as a result of that arrest is tainted...
and gets the toss.
She consented to those lineups. She walked right out the door.
She let you put your foot into it. That's all.
One entrapment deserves another, Furillo.
You don't just lose your dollar collar, you lose 'em all.
See you in court.
That's why they call Schiller "Let 'Em Go Mo."
Please, George, get behind me on this one.
I'm trying to keep the lid on a cesspool up there.
What the hell do you think we're trying to do down here?
I wonder what's going on with that game?
Don't talk about it. I'm having it taped.
Twenty-six on the calendar- Stanley Felt. Complaint by Detective Belker.
Your Honor, the defendant has three outstanding warrants.
- Mick- - Come on. Move your leg, hairball.
Allan Wachtel for defendant Felt.
You think you can get maybe 30 days on this dirtbag?
Your Honor, my client was the innocent victim...
of a brutal, animalistic assault by arresting officer Belker...
- And two uniformed patrol persons...
One of them a very sadistic female.
Would Detective Belker kindly put a muzzle on.
Allan, your man has seven cases.
He's been a knee-buster for local sharks for 10 years. So who's kidding who?
Will counsel approach?
What'd the D.A. Say, Captain?
He said we have a fatal infestation...
of fruits of the poisonous tree.
What's that mean?
Means we're gonna go down the tubes on this one.
I'll talk to the dude.
- You may step back, gentlemen. - Thank you, Your Honor.
You've been a rather difficult man for the courts to get hold of.
- What'd ya get? Fifteen days, maybe? - Forget about 15 days.
He's sniffing "D"felony time on various old manure...
and it looks like he is gonna prefer to tell tales on Snyder and the rest of those sharks.
- Very good, Belker. We fell into a biggie. - Thank you.
That's correct, Your Honor.
Next case.
Twenty-seven on the calendar- MaxwellJenkins.
Complaint by Detective Washington.
We're on, lover.
Who took it? It's gone. I put it here five minutes ago.
It's a $500 coat. I don't believe this!
Did you take my coat? I don't believe this!
Would counsel kindly take it outside?
- Don't have a coat. - Captain Furillo!
Perhaps one of your men could-
Take a 416 from Mr. Wachtel? Certainly, Your Honor.
Officer Grayson, would you, uh-
Hmph. You try to help these people out, and look what happens.
It's 100% cashmere- All right. Got the point. Thanks.
Mr. D.A., I'd like to talk with you for a moment.
Mr. District Attorney, Miss Davenport.
Your Honor?
There will be a, uh, 10-minute recess.
- Detective Washington. I'd like to see the D.A. About my case.
- You're gonna have to wait. It's not the right time. - The spread's three and a half.
What's he doing kicking a field goal?
Danelojust has a chip shot-32 yards.
He's 11 of 13 from inside the 30.
Come on, guys, go for it.
Are you crazy? It's only second down.
Forget it. I changed my mind.
I don't believe this. Touchdown. Touchdown.
Don't forget, Miss Davenport, if the Giants kick a field goal, you owe us a lunch.
Giants, you really disappoint me.
You know, Luce, there's always an upside.
Yeah? What?
We drew double shift, right?
- How can you joke at a time like this? - How can you not joke?
Yeah.
- Hey, why don't you drive for a while? - No.
- Come on, my back hurts. - No!
Will the parties step up. You too, officers.
Off the record, gentlemen, I wanted to be sure you understand...
the reasons why I'm constrained to let Mr. Jenkins go.
Do you?
No, Your Honor.
Neal, the judge's position is that you singled outJenkins and lured him into criminality.
Without that entrapment, we wouldn't have the lineup identifications...
so the evidence is tainted and can't be used.
Therefore, the judge has to set low bail because our cases are very weak.
Is that an accurate paraphrase, Your Honor?
Absolutely.
The rest is garbage, my friends.
But what about The People v. Fernandez, Your Honor?
And what law school did you graduate, Detective?
Have you any idea the difference...
between a People v. Fernandez random decoy...
and a People v. Robles premeditated entrapment?
Judge, if you let him walk out of here, you know he's gonna skip.
Well, yes, the Court has some expectation...
that the defendant may make use...
of this nation's highly developed system...
of intercity bus transport.
May the Court give Detective Washington some advice?
You bring me something I can live with...
and I'll throw away the key.
The parties may step back.
Your Honor, our application is for release of defendant on his own recognizance.
Denied. Five-thousand-dollar bond.
A cash alternative, Your Honor?
Of course. Twenty-five dollar cash bail.
Next case.
Your Honor, sir, can I ask you something?
What is that, Jenkins?
No disrespect intended, but I heard that you heard what the football score was...
and since it's a matter of some personal interest, I wonder if you could-
Of course. It was-
No!
Yes! It was Giants 16, Washington 13.
Danelo kicked a sudden death field goal.
That's great.
Give me my money, Renko.
He has ruined my personal existence.
You know, Captain, I work my butt off all the time out there.
What the hell good is it, huh?
They love it when we screw up. Saves 'em having to work their own butts off.
- Let's face realities, Neal. It could be a lot worse. - Worse? Worse?
The guy walked, Captain. He's out there.
Yeah, but he won't be walking the Hill.
So he'll be walking Midtown.
If he doesn't leave town, he'll be caught again.
Yeah. And again, and again, and again.
I'm not a virgin, Neal. Neither are you.
We screwed up.
You screwed up the arrest. It was a leaky boat going in.
Yeah.
How's your knee?
You afraid, Neal?
They could retire me, couldn't they, Captain?
If it got bad enough.
Maybe even if it wasn't so bad.
Yeah.
Some joker in a white coat had two too many margaritas for lunch...
Iooked at the X-rays a little funny.
Football- gone.
This gone.
Next stop, selling shoes or driving a taxi.
It could all happen, couldn't it, Captain?
Over my dead body.
Hmm?
They'll retire you over my dead body.
Green Cutlass.
This is 2203. Request assist in pursuit of suspect.
Female Dispatcher] Roger, 2203. 10-4.
Freeze! Keep 'em up!
- Hold it! - Get 'em up!
- Get 'em up. - Hold it!
Hold it!
Don't do it!
Luce!
A kid.
Come on.
Everything looks clean, Lucy.
They've arrested the girl.
We've got the gun, plus two slugs out of the wall, and a confession from the other kid.
I.A.D.'s been notified, but that's just a formality.
You'll have to come in off the streets for a week.
Are you okay?
- Yes. Fine. - Frank.
Frank, can I see you a minute, please?
It was good work, Lucy.
How are you doing, really?
I am doing okay, really.
I'm fine. Yeah.
The kid shot at me.
I know he did.
You want anything from the unit?
I'm gonna get some Lifesavers.
What was it?
A 14-year-old kid who shot a 10-year-old girl.
What do you want to do?
Come to my place?
I really need you.