Item 12.
The U.S. Weather Service's long-range forecast indicates...
- a stagnating low-pressure system. - Stagnating-
This means that we can expect continuing unseasonable warmth...
with predictable consequences-
- Oh, an air conditioner. - Violence-wise, drug-wise and hormone-wise-
so let's be particularly alert out there.
Item 13, Operation Dust and Clean...
otherwise known as D & C, will commence this a.m.
Lieutenant Hunter's Emergency Action Team...
along with units from Von Stueben Avenue...
St. James Park and Northeast...
will make a weapons sweep of the Jefferson Avenue playground.
- Not again. - Yeah, again.
Ours is not to question why, cowboy-
- Ours is to go down and don't ask why. - That's right.
Item 14 concerns female personnel.
As you may recall from last year at this time...
the Womers Police Officers Association confronted Division...
over the required wearing of a supportive undergarment.
I'll lend a hand.
It was determined that for reasons of safety, comfort and administration...
and in spite of individual characteristics or tastes...
said supportive undergarment stays on.
We're all sorry about that, ladies.
The last item.
As you're all no doubt well aware...
we have been decimated by the Asian type flu bug.
Night shift has been particularly hard-hit...
so I've taken the liberty of volunteering several of you for a double shift.
Lyle, Hill, Renko.
Uh-uh!
All right, that's it! Let's roll!
And, hey!
Let's be careful out there.
What does- What does "maybe" mean?
- I got school tonight. - You mean you got Sandra tonight.
- Same difference. - No, it's not the same difference.
- Don't argue. Same difference. - It's not the same difference.
Good night.
Hey.! J. D...!
Don't you eat dinner?
Joe, my man, you have the opportunity of a lifetime right in front of you.
- You take my shift tonight. - Forget about it.
Joe, I'm begging you on my knees here.
- It's my education, Joe. - I have plans too, Renko.
- We'll take it. - I have to go-
- What are you talkir about? - Lucy, my swan, you are a soul mate.
You have a rare understanding of the male hormonal imperative.
- Yeah, you can say that again. - What are friends for?
- Lucy, my- - Hey, hey, come on!
Hey! Hey! J.D.! J.D.! What happened to you last night there, boy?
Wanna get it out of your system now, Renko?
My partner was just wonderir how you got that car situated in that showroom last night.
I said, "Well, it's simple. You just drive through the front window, turn left and park it!"
- Yadda, yadda, yadda, Renko. - Yeah?
Dog breath. What's the matter? You didn't get any of my messages?
- Yeah. My house- - Excuse me.
Come here. I got a bulletin for you.
That sweep-That sweep comes down today.
That means warrants, arrests, the whole schmear.
So if you didn't take care of that problem of yours...
if you were hoping it was gonna go away or somethir, you better take care of it now.
Look, Mick. Mick, look.
The broad's a stewardess. You know, fly now, pay later.
I haven't been able to get to her yet.
Come on. Can't you help me out on this?
- Pull the paper or something. - No.
You're overdrawn at this bank, hair bag.
Thanks, Mick. Yeah, right. Thanks a hell of a lot.
Remind me to give you a hand sometime when you're hurting, okay?
Oh, come on. There aren't enough hands in this whole department to help what's hurting you.
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
Nicely done.
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
you will face the fence, spread your legs...
and grasp the fence firmly with each hand.
You can't take my neighbor. You can't take my neighbor.!
Lo siento, seņorita.
Bobby, I don't understand what we're doing here.
If we're not making arrests, what's the point?
- The point is twofold, cowboy. - Twofold?
That's right. Fold number one is we were told to do it.
Fold number two is that we get these weapons, and no one gets killed.
You got enough stuff to start your own South American army.
Hey, Amazon lady, where's your warrant? You got no- Hey!
Respect! Okay?
- All right. - All right what?
All right, Officer, ma'am.
And what's this?
I'm into personal grooming. You want a shave?
I know what you're thinking, Bates.
You're thinking that I'm thinking...
that a patrol person of your particular gender...
has no right being near this battlefield.
- Oh, no, that's not true, sir. - Bates, I've been keeping a close eye on you...
and I must admit you really cut the cheese out there.
Sir?
That is to say that you know how to handle yourself in the clinches.
Bring Miss Brown around to the corner.
- Thank you, Lieutenant. - You can call me Howard.
- Howard. - The fact is, though heretofore...
I have always felt more comfortable fraternizing with men.
Lorraine has sensitized me.
- Lorraine? - Is a very special woman I've come to know.
She has really rotated my sexual orientation...
if you acknowledge my drift.
But what I wanted you to know is that, as far as I'm concerned...
you are simply a person.
Like me.
Thank you, Howard.
Keep up the good work, Bates.
You have no right to take it. I came here, and it was gone.
I thought I'd been robbed. I was suspecting my roommates, my friends-
- Get me back my jewelry,J.D., or I swear- - I will. I will.
Relax, will you? It's no big thing.
No big thing? A diamond necklace is no big thing?
I needed the jewelry for the scam I've been runnir with the feds.
If you were here, I could've explained it to you.
It's kind of complicated, but it goes like this.
I had to hock the jewelry for $1,900 in marked money. I got it right here.
Then I was supposed to take the money and make a dope buy.
Then when the feds drop the net on the dealers, you get your jewelry back.
Oh, that is so lame,J.D., it won't stand up on crutches.
You stole my jewelry, plain and simple, and I want it back.
Or I'm gonna go to the police.
Okay, the truth, all right?
I had an emergency. I needed the dough to bail myself out.
I was gonna replace the jewelry. Honest to God I was.
It turned hinky on me. I got caught.
I don't know which one of us is more pathetic- me or you.
You didn't think I was so pathetic the first night we spent in bed together.
No, that was pathetic too.
You were so bombed, you just don't remember.
Oh, God, my life is such a mess, Jen.
Baby, baby, you gotta go to my boss.
You gotta tell him you loaned me that jewelry.
Why the hell should I?
Because I can take a heavy fall on this.
Because my life can go down the drain.
Jenny, please, please. I'm begging you.
All right.
Oh, boy. Really?
Oh, baby, baby, I'll make it up to you. I swear I will.
I only want one thing in return,J.D.
You name it, you got it.
Turn around, open the door, walk through it, and don't ever come back.
- Jen- - I mean it. Lose my phone number. I don't want to see you again.
Get out.
Hello? Hello?
Hey, what do you know? What do you say?
- Hey, what a terrific place you got here, pal. - Thanks.
Yes, sir, you got some smart merchandise here. So, tell me, how you doing?
Good. Good. You got something there you'd like to sell?
Yes, sir, I sure do. You got a guy here- sort of a short guy with a mustache?
- Oh, you mean Shecky. - That's the guy. Shecky, right.
Yeah, well, he's kind of tied up right now...
but I will be glad to help you.
Yeah? No, no, thanks. No. Hey, no offense made.
You could be the best in the business, you know?
But my friends told me stick with Shecky. He's a very good dealer.
A little rough around the edges, but you can trust him, you know?
Yeah, well, he's out to lunch, so you'll just have to deal with me.
You see what happens when you put your help on commission?
- You gotta be Shecky, right? - You got it, pally.
- Hey, Shecky. - So, what are we gonna do? Stand around and schmooze?
You gonna show me your wares? What?
These are imported from Havana. They are hand-rolled Imperiales.
Right from the boat to you for three bucks apiece.
In Miami, they're five dollars for these. That's if and when you can get them.
- We'll take 'em. - They're from Cuba, and I'm Fidel Castro. Come on.
- You're puttir me on, please. - Uh-uh.
He took me.
Look, Shecky, I'm busted, man.
This is bottom line, you know? Broke.
I'll give you the chair, man.
- Two hundred dollars. Take it. - Please.
Don't do that. I can't take your chair.
A hundred and 75 dollars, man. That's the bottom line.
Look at this chair. It's a beauty. It's won'th at least $600.
Have a heart, will you, Shecky? A hundred and 75 dollars, it's your chair.
It's got everything. Look, it's got reverse gears. Look at this. Go backwards.
Go forwards. Two gears. Look, goes to the right like this.
Watch this go. Look at this thing corner.
This corners like a dream. Look at this thing corner.
This is all chrome. That's not tin there. That's chrome.
Watch this thing go through here. Look at this.
Shecky, it's got two rearview mirrors.
It's got a 16-inch wheelbase. It's got low center of gravity.
It's got everything. Wait a second. Knock you out with this.
Look at this. Look at the undercarriage. Shecky, look at that.
Huh? Is that a beautiful thing?
I drove that right out of the Chippewa Sickroom Supply.
With $300 won'th of suppositories. You don't dare stop a cripple.
You're smart. You're very smart. You're a regular genius.
Thank you. Right out.
Here you go. One hundred and 75 smackolas.
Thank you. Thank you. Hey, can I tell you something?
It's a pleasure to do business with you.
Thank you. The feeling is mutual, dog breath.
On the level, Captain, she loaned me the jewelry.
No lie. I'll have her in here the first thing tomorrow morning.
She'll verify it with receipts, everything.
Sorry, John. Francis, you're running late.
Thanks, Phil. Maybe you'd like to come with me,J.D.
I have to go back downtown and explain to Chief Daniels...
how we managed to turn a routine stakeout...
into $30,000 in property damages and a near riot last night.
Hey, you know, I'm really sorry about the car, Captain...
but it's not my fault that those brakes failed.
"I'm sorry, and it's not my fault."
Just one thing after another, LaRue, and somehow it's never your fault, is it?
Did you make that phone call I suggested last night?
You need help,J.D. You should've made that call.
It's funny. I meant to, you know, but with one thing and another, I got-
Don't bother, LaRue. I just can't have drunks working for me.
Come on, Captain.
I suggest you put through a transfer,J.D.
I don't want you around here anymore.
Hey, you think I need this crap, Furillo.!
Four hundred and 90 dollars a week...
to cozy up to the slime of this city for 10 hours a day!
You think I need that?
Let me tell you something, man.!
I put my butt on the line for 12 years for this department!
I got three citations!
I got a higher arrest tally than any clown in this room!
And if I got- if I got a few personal problems...
it's this lousy, stinkir, rotten job that gave 'em to me!
Sit there, you lunch buckets.!
Go ahead.! One of your owrs in trouble, and you sit there...
like you're watching some kind of a freak show or something.!
Hey, no offense to you, Henry, but it'll go a lot easier if I do the talking, okay?
Yeah, looks like we came at a bad time.
Yeah, anytime's a bad time.
Hey, look, you got it all wrong if you think we come up here to trouble you.
It's just that there's certain things about your brother's death we don't quite understand.
Like what?
Why your man only used two slugs instead of the routine six?
We were wondering what, uh, Curtis might have been doing...
down in that alley at 3:00 in the morning.
Look, I just went through all that with that other salt and pepper team...
from Internal Affairs about an hour ago.
So suppose you guys just clear yourselves on outta here...
and go ask them what we talked about.
We'd rather hear it from you, Mr. Gilford.
Since you're gonna have to talk to us, why don't we go inside and get it over with?
Montel?
- What is it? - Nothir, Mama.
- Who's out there? - It's nothir to worry about.
Go back in with the others.
Hey, I can dig the honky, man...
but how do you figure into this?
Are you the front window company nigger?
Is that how you make your livir?
Jive talkir us brothers into lettir another white cop walk?
I got a good mind to kick your pale butt right outta here.
Let's go, Neal. Our condolences to your family.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey.
I buried my brother this morning...
and your man Weeks, he gonna pay for that.
See, this time, they shot down the wrong man.
You see, everybody knew how special Curtis was.
He was even headed for college in the fall.
You tell your white bosses...
that open season on us is over, gray meat.
For the sake of simplicity, Frank...
let's put aside all the peripheral issues raised here by the media...
the community action groups, the lawyers.
In case you haven't heard, the owner of that building your boys demolished...
is filing a $200,000 suit against the city.
But just for the moment, let's forget all that.
You see, Frank, what I want to know...
what the mayor's office wants to know is...
what in hell you were doing up there in the first place four days after a major riot...
risking the peace of an entire community for a damned routine drug bust.
Excuse me, sir, but that was far from being just a routine bust.
You're telling me...
11 units, 28 personnel, two tow trucks...
four paramedics and over 200 spectators-
That's a nice crowd for 1:00 in the morning, Frank.
And I suppose it was just a happy coincidence...
that this all went down on the same damn block...
where the Gilford kid was shot.
We had a reason for being there. A good one.
That operator we busted last night was the same one...
Weeks was staking out the night of the shooting.
No one gives a damn about that.
All the public sees is a police blitzkrieg...
to scrounge up a last-minute alibi for one of their own.
You screwed up, Furillo.
I told you to cool it up there. You deliberately went against my orders.
It was the only way we could prove Weeks's credibility.
At this point, maybe the only defense he has.
Forget Weeks.
Even if I think he may be innocent?
I said forget him!
He's a write-off, Furillo. In less than four hours...
the man is headed straight from that coroner's inquest to a Board of Rights hearing...
after which I am personally and publicly going to hang him out to dry.
And, believe me, it couldn't come at a better time.
Understand?
Oh, yes, sir.
No. I want my babies back today, or I'm getting me a lawyer. I don't wanna hear no more!
You're not here to tell us anything, girl. You're here to listen.
The only reason you're not in jail this very moment for felony child endangerment...
is that Officer Hill had a word with his captain on your behalf.
You just get this through your head, Shirret.
Those children of yours are gonna remain right where they are...
until they can be placed in a decent home.
It's a closed case, girl.
You don't have any say in it anymore.
Why are you doing this to me?
It ain't right to take 'em. It just ain't right.
Listen to me, Shirret.
Listen to me.
I know how you feel about us right now...
and I know you think that we've done you some terrible wrong.
But it is not about you... or us.
It is about April and Chris.
For once, just for a minute, stop and think about what is best for them.
You can't take care of them.
Not at this point in your life, not the way they need.
And even if you could get them back, you know in your heart that things would be the same.
That you would leave them alone again one day.
Not today or tomorrow...
but definitely one day.
And if on that day...
something were to happen to those kids...
how do you think you'd feel?
Does this mean I can't ever get 'em back?
No, it doesn't mean that.
Of course not.
But a lot of that depends on you.
You just watch. Both of you.
I'm gonna make things change for me but good.
I'm gonna get me a nice job...
a decent place to live, somewhere out of the pit.
Maybe even a steady man.
And I'm gonna come back here and take my babies home.
I hope you do, Shirret.
I really do.
You know, I'm not usually this cynical...
but I guess after eight years of just keeping the lid on, I wonder what I'm doing up here.
Well, I know exactly what I'm doing up here.
At least what I'm trying to do.
It better be a hell of a lot more...
than just trying to keep a lid on this place.
You're not exactly your average cop, are you, Robert?
How about dinner? And then you can find out for yourself.
Oh, God.
Sounds just like a pick-up artist's line.
I'm sorry.
But I would like to take you out to dinner sometime.
Anytime.
Please- Please don't take this wrong.
But I spend five days a week with uniforms.
This is not a tattoo. These blues come off at night.
I bet they do.
Robert?
I don't make it a habit of giving my number out in public buildings...
but here.
I'll call you for Friday night.
Ooh, man- A date, sugar daddy.
Hey, no lip from you, buddy. Come on.
Okay, ladies, ready. Hup, two, three, four, step.
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Circle. Three, four, five, six.
Upstage, upstage, upstage. Three, four, hips.
Over the shoulder at the audience.
Five, six, seven, eight. Good.
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Hips. Hips. Five, six, seven, eight.
Circle. Three, four, five, six.
Upstage, upstage, upstage. Three, four, hips.
- Over the shoulder at the audience. - Hey.
Over your shoulder. Three.
You're the early one today.
Hey, Bee Gee, how's the girl, huh?
Oh, pretty okay. Nothing a few hours' sleep wouldn't cure.
- And circle the hips. - What is this, your day off?
Yeah, you could say that.
Three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Turn, turn. Five, six, seven, eight.
Well, if I had a day off like this, I'd be up on the roof catching some rays.
I mean, look at me. I'm white as a sheet.
I had such a great tan last summer. Remember?
Hip. Hip, hip. Five, six, seven, eight.
Hips. Step. Step, step, step, step.
So, what's your pleasure?
Uh, scotch rocks.
- Coming up. - Hold it, Bee Gee.
- What? - Tell him.
- Perry. - Tell him.
What? Tell me what?
Perry wants to know...
if you're paying this with cash or what.
He says no more on the tab. You're way over the limit.
- And circle, circle. - I'm sorry.
It's okay. It's gratitude for you though.
I've brought that little creep over a hundred customers.
You tell him I'll pay the stinkir tab.
I'll send him a check in the mail, 'cause I'm never walkir in this toilet again!
- J.D., here. - No, no, thanks.
- On me. - No, that's all right.
John.
Please. It's already poured.
You're a good kid, Bee Gee.
Right foot. Circle hips, into the circle.
Hey!
Hey.
Oh, Frank! Thank God you're here.
I have to talk to you, Frank. It's really important.
- Is this gonna take long? - I don't know how long it's gonna take, Frank.
- It'll take as long as it takes. - All right. What's the trouble?
It's not FrankJr.?
No, no, no, no. It's not FrankJr.
- I, however, am in big trouble. - What kind of trouble?
I received a phone call at work this morning...
threatening my life if I go to St. Louis with Otis.
Oh, Fay, I'm so sorry.
These kinds of phone calls are just racist filth...
and those cowards never identify themselves.
- This coward did. - Good.
- Then we can file a complaint. Who was it? - Mrs. Redman.
- Uh-oh. - Her exact words were...
"If you ever see my husband again, I'm gonna cut your heart out and feed it to you."
Am I in any danger, Frank?
Not if you don't see her husband anymore.
You are planning to terminate the relationship, aren't you, Fay?
- Fay? - Imagine the gall of that guy!
I should've known. It was just too good to be true.
Where does this leave you with Harvey?
Oh, Harvey. Harvey is boiled beef, Frank. I want escargot.
You know, I had more fun with Otis in one week...
than I had with Harvey the whole last year.
Well, then, maybe it was won'th it after all.
I suppose you're right.
So you don't think I need police protection or anything like that?
- No, I don't think so. - Well, you're the expert, Frank.
But, I mean, let's face it. You know I'm as liberal as the next person...
but some of these women have been known to carry razors.
Hey, come on. Wake up. That's it.
Hey, friend, wake up, will you.
No sleepir on the bar. That's it.
Hey, pal. What's it gonna be, pal?
Uh, a shot and a beer.
A shot and a beer. All right.
Hey, uh, let's see some money on the bar.
Come on, pal. I ain't got all day.
That's it. Look in all the pockets.
Look, either put some money on the bar or get the hell outta here.
Come on. Come on. Get out.
Four days ago, my man, out back in the alley...
we had a chat about that shooting that went down.
I'm Detective Washington. This is Sergeant Goldblume.
Oh, yeah. Right. Right.
Retail Tax Office tells us this business is owned by a Mr. Abraham Medveded.
- Is that right? - Uh-huh.
- I take it you manage the store for him. - That's right.
Abe runs the store downtown...
and his son Bernie runs the one out in Jefferson Heights.
So, like, uh, I'm just one of the family.
That shooting in the alley out back- The more we investigate it...
the more it starts lookir like the victim and his pals were leaving this place.
We've been through all that, brother, two times-
once with you and once with those dudes from Internal Affairs.
Hey, hey, hey, why don't you talk to the guy next door? He's a strange dude, brother.
If anything, they came outta the back of his place.
I don't know, Mr. Monroe. We canvassed every merchant on this block.
And the cop says it was your door.
Then the man was wrong.
This place was locked up tight.
I got this hay fever, allergy problem.
You know, first couple days of spring.
Why don't you tell your man there to go get himself a cup of coffee.
- What for? - Because I think it's a good idea.
- Ernie? - Yeah.
- Take a break. - You're the boss.
All right, my man, this is how the situation goes.
It's your word against the cop's...
that the kids were leaving the back door of this place.
- I believe the cop. - Uh-uh, man. No way.
What are you doing, Neal?
Turn around. Assume the position.
- Now! - Ah.
Oh, you got a real expensive hay fever allergy here, Monroe.
We got enough toot here to call you a dealer.
- Hey, man, that's nothing. That's just for myself. - Turn around, sucker.
This the reason why those kids were here at 3:00 in the morning?
- To get their nose packed? - Oh, come on, man. No way. No way.
Henry, tell the man about the Delaney Act.
One year mandatory incarceration for possession of that much cocaine.
So you got one choice, my man.
- You talk to us, or we stick it to you. You dig? - Oh, man.
- We're pressed. - Neal!
Okay, there's these boys.
They work the garment district ripping off what they can from the racks.
The menswear they bring up here...
I work it in with the regular merchandise for cash.
- Does the owner know about this? - No, no. Abe's got a bad heart. I don't want him to know.
Look, look, look, look.
You either buy what they got, or they take you down hard.
I mean, they'll cut you for fun. They don't care. They're crazy.
Yeah, me too, sucker.
Ain't no need to shove.
All right.
- Which one's Roland Dewitt? - Right here.
This your car here, Roland? Any car keys?
Yeah, right here.
Oh, man.
Quite a little business you got goir on here, Roland.
- Wow. - Yeah.
- Better call in for an impound truck. - You got it.
Hey, what do we got here, Roland? New license plates?
This is Unit 026.
Let's see here.
Bingo. Yeah.
Bullet-holed real good, Roland, just like we said.
Uh, they ruled it was a justifiable shooting.
You did it. White men exonerating white men.
From the ghetto, it all looks the same.
Everything in that inquest is part of the public record.
It sure as hell isn't a secret. You can bet it'll be on the 5:00 news.
You just won't get it, will you, Frank?
A white cop killed a black kid, and all the people on the Hill are gonna see...
is that white cop walking away, the way white cops have always walked away.
- Gee, it's that simple, huh? - That simple.
Maybe not so simple.
Maybe you're underestimating something.
Maybe there's more integrity and intelligence on the Hill than you recall.
I, for one, think so.
Let's hope so.
Surprise, my hot little darling. Andy Renko to the rescue.
- Mmm. Feels so good. - Okay, okay. I wasrt expecting you, Andy.
- I wish you had called. - I did call. Nobody was there.
So I thought, what the heck, I'd come down here.
You know, you look real hot and real pretty. I'm gonna take this bag from you. Come on.
What's the matter? I say somethir wrong? What?
- Yeah. I don't like being ambushed, okay? - I just thought I'd fall by.
Listen, I'll just take the groceries upstairs for you, and then I'll leave.
- You got a lot of homework- - Andy, thank you. I'll take it from here, okay?
I'll call you.
You got someone waiting up there for you, don't you?
Why didn't you just say that? I can understand that.
Actually, I can't understand that, Sandy.
Andy, uh-
I haven't been very honest with you.
You see, what happened is I've been seeing somebody for a long time...
and, well, we-we've had our problems on and off.
So you were just sort of filling in with me, huh?
- No. - I'd like to know what it was we were doing.
You said a lot of things to me, and we-
I can't believe you didn't mean those things you said.
Andy, you don't understand. He needs me.
He really needs me.
What? And I don't? I don't need you?
No. Not like him.
That's no answer at all.
Sandy, this whole thing does not make any sense.
Not after what we've been through.
Now, you either love somebody, or you don't.
And you love me.
And if you haven't got the nerve to go up and say something to him, then I will.
Andy, damn it! Will you just get out of here!
- For what? What? - Please. Please. Just go.
Is it my job? I know us cop types don't make it in the academic world.
What is he? Some tweed-coat-wearing college professor?
Speaks seven languages? Makes love to you in French? Is that it? Is that it, huh?
- He's a writer. - Yeah, I bet he is!
Well, let me tell you something, lady.
I haven't exactly been honest with you either.
See, I score a lot, and I never get involved.
Sort of like a hobby with me, you know?
I do teachers, dental hygienists.
A six-foot-tall C.P.A.
Six foot tall!
I need you.
I do.
Folks? Folks? Can we bring the meeting to order?
Joe? Come on, Joe. Come on.
All right. This is the Tuesday night meeting...
of the Midtown Chapter of Alcoholics Anonymous.
My name is Ben, and I'm an alcoholic.
Hi, Ben.
I've identified myself as such.
Now, are there any other alcoholics in the room?
Great. Great. Looking good. Looking good.
Now, not to embarrass you...
but to get to know you better and say hello at the break...
are there any newcomers here in their first 30 days of sobriety?
If so, would you raise your hand, please.
Would you stand up for us, please?
Can you tell us your first name?
My name's John.
I- I guess I'm an alcoholic.
Hi, John.
How you doin; J.D.?
You're most welcome at this meeting, John.
There's a new life for you here, if you want it.
And we all hope you do.
- There you go. - Well, thank you. Thank you.
No sweat. Just come back again, ya hear?
- Dinner is served. - Great. Hey, what do I owe you?
- On the cuff. - Wait a minute, Joe. You gotta let me pay my own way.
Hey, the guy wouldn't take my money.
He said we'd be doing him a favor if we sat out here and ate.
I am starved.
Will you stop it.
I can't help it. I love lookir at you.
It's hot enough without you adding to the steam.
Well, it wasrt me who chose this over a ride to the shore.
- Oh. - You missed a great opportunity, Luce.
I know this great nude beach.
Very secluded.
- Are you into that? - Yeah, all the time.
There's a nude beach around here? Where?
My bathtub.
You herring.
Hey, look, it's not too late to change your mind.
- Great. - I'll throw some sand around my bathroom...
and then we can put on a Beach Boys album.
You're not gonna give up, are you?
Well, I figure if I stay with it...
I'll wear you down byJuly...
and you can move in by September.
I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, Joe.
I do. You're gonna say yes.
Hey, you idiot! Don't you know how to drive?
Oh, man, he's going the wrong way.
Go for it.
Dispatch, we're in pursuit of vehicle bearing license plate 100292. Over.
Repeat, please, Unit 16. My reception is breaking up.
License and registration, please.
Bargain? These two weeks are gonna cost a fortune.
Furillo, don't start.
Well, I'm not used to going on the arm.
Even if the arm is attached to a beautiful shoulder.
You're having separation anxiety.
Lots of your workaholic types, of which I consider you one...
break out in hives at the very thought of going on a vacation.
- Uh-oh, I'm that bad, huh? - Mm-hmm.
Worse than I am, pizza man, and I'm pretty bad.
Could we just close this book now?
No. Just let me finish this.
No, now.
I have a sudden need for your undivided attention.
Mm-hmm.
So much for undivided attention.
Don't worry and don't move.
The urgency of the need lingers on.
When does it stop, Francis?
I wish I knew, Phil.
Is he gonna make it?
I don't know. They rushed him to County Medical.
- Where's Bates? - She's over there.
He's gonna die. I know he is.
If I had said yes, it would have never happened.
Said yes to what?
Oh, I should've gone with him.