I need a ride home later on, okay?
See that door over there?
All right. Item 1 4.
We've still got a gang of juveniles at 1 1 9th Street...
hittin' on old people, cashing Social Security checks.
So, uh, how about let's give that situation...
a little extra effort, huh?
Hear, hear.!
All right. Item 1 5.
Item 1 5!
At this point in time, we got the same purse snatcher...
working wolf from the projects on South.
He's a male black, age approximately 30...
6'6''tall, medium build.
He's further described as wearing a long blond wig-
powder blue cocktail-type dress...
gathered in little tucks at the waist.
Ain't that sweet?
gang homicides.
We had two last night.
There are gonna be reprisals.
You got anything to add to that, Lamonica?
Yes, Sarge. Looks like the 1 2 4th Street gang done it.
Oh, pure genius, Lamonica.
- No kidding! - All right, last item.
Last item is a directive from Divisional Commander Swanson-
concerning the alleged carrying ofbizarre and unauthorized weapons...
by the officers of this precinct.
Said officers are hereby warned to immediately surrender such weapons...
to the custody of their sergeant or face disciplinary action.
Said weapons inspection starts now!
All right, that's it. Let's roll.
Hey, let's be careful out there.
So she's standing in her apartment in her bathrobe and showing me her driver's license.
She says, ''Renko, the time has come. Let's get on it and get it on.''
- Get on it and get it on, huh? - Get on it and get it on!
Hey, Renko, hold on, hold on. Did you grow some recently?
No, no, it's my boots. They make me tall.
Actually, they're your basic dress boots.
Oh, they're nice, Renko. Real nice. They make you look, uh, strong.
Stronger than a mare's breath, my friend.
Oh, no. Now, don't you be doin' that to me!
You tell that girl next time she comes in here...
to have some respect for an officer of the law.
You move it, hair bag!
Belker.
I said move!
Hey, this is a rout!
- He's crazy! - Right this way, ladies.
Your accommodations are ready. Smoking or nonsmoking?
Dispatch. We have a 9-1 1.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 1 2 4th Street.
- I'm glad. - Whoo!
What? What?
What are you looking at? What are you looking at?
Let go, man.!
Shut up! Or I'm gonna send you all to a psychiatrist.
You die, huh!
Look at this. You got the address wrong on their warrant.
Captain, we never should've stopped doing these in pencil.
So when the man understandably objects to being arrested...
Earps here hits him with a board.
We had to, boss. We couldn't get his attention.
Get him outta here. Buy him breakfast.
Tell him we owe him one.
And don't hurt him anymore. Don't touch him.
Don't even shake his hand! I don't know, Phil.
We all err, Francis.
What? Grade school and precinct visitation program?
Sure we got one. We've had one up here for years.
To interface with the police experience.
I see.
Yeah, ma'am-
Yeah, well, ma'am? Ma'am, why not take my word for it?
I doubt there's a kid in this district...
who hasn't interfaced with the police experience.
Interface.
Okay, gorgeous, come on. Let's go save the public.
Mm-hmm.
It's her, man. She's back.
Uh-huh.
- All right, Furillo. I want him and I want him now. Where is he? - Where is who?
Ray, would you instruct the lady to please have a seat outside-
My client is due in court in exactly 45 minutes! Now where is he?
Ten-four.
Care for a little while you're waiting?
Sure. Why not.
- Cream in your coffee? - No, thank you.
I'm DetectiveJohn LaRue.
That's nice.
Oh, may I?
Oh, those are beautiful.
Do you know what they're worth by the ounce?
Are you quite finished?
No, ma'am.
I never seem to quite finish for hours and hours.
Ms. Davenport, the captain will see you now.
Attention, 1 1 5.
Well, what about it? Is he here, or is he out there?
Let's not get excited. We're working on it.
How's this for logic, Furillo?
If he's not here, and if he's not elsewhere, he's lost.
- We didn't say that, counselor. Not lost per se. - You lost my client.
- Misplaced is more like it. - Look, Ms. Davenport, the way it lays out is this.
- Besides being a pervert- - Alleged pervert.
Mr. Thorpe, because he convinced the duty officer he was claustrophobic...
got transferred to County Medical.
I called County Medical. He's not there either.
Now, that isn't necessarily true.
A prisoner might be there or might not be there, in an official sense-
For that matter, he could be in transit between facilities.
He could've gotten on the wrong bus. Those buses from County lockup are not legibly marked.
Francis, we oughta interface with County on that one.
Never in my entire life have I listened to so much incompetence...
covered up by so much unmitigated crap!
And don't think for one minute, Furillo, that the court isn't going to hear about this.
Because, if I am not mistaken, you are sitting in contempt.
- Counselor, suppose we drive off that bridge when we come to it. - That's so typically fascist.!
Now, if you'll excuse us-
Find my client, Furillo...
or I swear I'll have you up on charges.
Mm, that young woman has a very handsome carriage.
With 20 more pounds, she would be perfect.
Call around, will you, Ray?
- Huh? - Put a flag out on him.
You're crazy, man!
Hey, guys, break it up!
Somebody get this guy.!
I got him! I got him!
Help, help.!
Break it up!
- I got ya! - Don't do it! No biting!
- No biting, Mick. - Okay,just keep him down here.
- You promised me, Captain. - Take it easy.!
- Get his legs.! - Take it easy, Mick.
No! No, that's not fair!
No, it's not fair!
All right, two years ago I bit off a nose.
That's one lousy nose!
I'm branded for life here! ''Belker the biter.''
Do you think I don't know what I'm called behind my back?
Do you think I don't know!
Take it easy. Take it easy. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Ya hear me?
We're gonna take you to the hospital now. Do you understand what I'm saying?
Don't think I don't know who was copping the cheap feel during the fight, huh?
Let's go. Let's go. Come on, baby. You're okay.
- You're okay, kid. Hold onto me. - I got him back here.
- Hold right onto me. That's good. - Get his head. Lucy, get his head.
Can we make some room here? Comin'through here now.
Bad scene. Sorry you had to see it come down.
You certainly did your part to help out.
I'm undercover. Hey, look, this is a war zone here, huh?
Come on. Let's talk about you.
What are you like when you, uh, let your hair down?
My hair is down.
Yeah, she's a special woman, cowboy.
They all are for the first six weeks.
You know, huh? You've never stuck with one woman for six hours.
Well, they can't handle me any longer than that.
What about these kids? Don't that bother you?
Well, I thought it might, but it doesn't.
It's like they're my own.
Well, I always hate to see a good animal get his spirit broke.
Uh-oh. Let's hit it.!
Stay down there, Renko!
All right, you boys in there, now you come out with your hands held high!
- I don't think they heard me. - Get that feeling, do you?
I said come out!
Mama bless me!
It may or may not be a hostage situation in that liquor store.
- We don't know that yet, Commander. - We're still sealing the zone.
And we won't know that until we've interfaced with the perpetrators.
I don't want anybody out here.!
Hello, operator? This is Detective Henry Goldblume, Hill Street Station.
We have an emergency situation here.
Would you please-
please break into 5 5 5-7 683...
and tell 'em that this is a police priority call...
- and would they please relinquish the phone. - Thank you.
Thank you very much. Can you believe this?
- Yeah? - You're gonna have to hang up, and he'll call you back.
Thank you.
- Yeah? - Yes, that'll be-
- How much? - Ten cents.
Are you teething, or are you just stopping smoking?
My two-year-old is stopping smoking.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
This is Hill Street. We need a status report. Over.
Yeah, we got six units on the scene now...
but we're gonna need some crowd control.
We got about a hundred people out here already.
Say, what's happening with that hostage squad? What are they waiting for? Over.
- On their way. - All right.
Ten-four.
Hold it right there, hairy!
Move it back.!
Listen, lover, let's get outta here...
before every dealer in the neighborhood sees us, hmm?
Any luck getting through?
They're talking to the media. They won't get off the phone.
It's a zoo out there. Crowd's gettin' bigger. People everywhere.
We're gonna have a wreck. No doubt about it.
- Yeah? Detective Goldblume. - What's the deal, huh?
You don't come bustin' into my line. You dig?
I been talkin' to the media, you know, and they know what's goin' down here.
So you don't try and jerk me around, you understand?
'Cause I'm negotiating the rights to my life story.
Yeah, okay.Just talk to me and we'll sort this thing out, son.
- Call me Henry. What's your name? - Why?
- You wanna take me out on a date? - How old are you?
I can't hear you. There's too much static on this line. You gotta talk up louder, man.
How old are you?
Listen, son, nobody's been hurt yet...
so if you come out right now, we can go somewhere and talk.
Man, the hell with that. You just get me Jesus Martinez on this phone now! You dig?
- Who's Jesus Martinez? - He's talking about the warlord of Los Diablos.
- Find him. - Come on, man. Don't give me that.
You don't know whoJesus Martinez is?
- Meantime, keep this line open. - Damn, man, you're stupid. You don't know nothin'!
Keep the flow of dialogue. Know what I mean?
Maybe you can tell me what's troubling you.
What's troubling me, huh? Well, what's troubling me is you, chump.
How the hell can I create an ambience of trust under these conditions?
I don't like the term EATer, Frank. It's offensive.
- I wouldn't take it so personally, Howard. - It's more than that-
- Emergency Action Team takes too long to say. - What's the scenario out there?
We've got a couple of Puerto Ricans holding hostages in a liquor store...
in the 1 800 block of Dekker Avenue.
Well,just say the word, and we'll deploy.
I'm sending in Goldblume to see if we can open communication, diffuse the situation.
- It's by the book, Howard. - Goldblume!
Goldblume couldn't diffuse a roll of kosher toilet paper.
- If you get my thrust. - That's not necessarily accurate, Howard.
- I've seen the man work. - Could I say something here?
Phil, Ray, do you mind? Could I have the floor here for a second?
- Howard. - Please, Frank. We're in a discretionary situation.
I'd hate to have it said that we had the manpower available...
and chose to underreact.
Let me spell it out for you.
You've got a dangerous number of environmentally handicapped types out there.
- Two hours from now, that number's gonna quadruple. - What's your point, Howard?
The point is that I would like free reign to neutralize that liquor store.
Make an example of it.
Don't hamstring us, Frank.
My guys need the validation.
Don't get sucked into a riot situation.
You're too nice a guy.
All right, go down there. Low profile.
But I don't want you taking anything into your own hands unless you get a direct order.
You got that?
It's your precinct.
I appreciate that, Howard.
It's a gut check, Frank.
And you wouldn't wanna be accused of having a bunch of daisies...
where your cinch belt ought to be.
Well, why don't you go down there and tell those kids-
Six more units, rooftop surveillance-
- I really hate you, Frank! - Hello, Fay.
You know, this place stinks! It makes me nauseous.
You remember Phil Esterhaus and Ray Calletano?
Frank, the check bounced.
- What? - Not only that...
but you brought FrankJr. home from the hockey game last night with a 1 02 fever.
- Where's your brains? - Fay, I'm in the middle of a crisis here.
You bet you are! My crisis!
Your son is home sick.
Now I gotta get someone to stay with him so I can go to work.
But because your lousy check bounced higher than a handball...
I can't pay the sitter!
I really hate your guts, Frank.
This marriage and everything connected with it...
has caused me nothing but grief!.
And on top of that...
Harvey says FrankJr.'s got some sort of gender identity thing...
that he's got to work through because his father is a cop!
He's getting into fights in school because of it.
And everything is just lousy!
- Phil- - And it is all your lousy fault!
Phil, would you please take Fay out to the coffee bar for just a couple of minutes...
while I coordinate a few things with Ray here.
- Fay- - Then I'll take care of the situation.
I'm sorry you had to witness that.
No sweat, man.
We've all been there.
Ex-wives.
Yeah. Except she's right.
I shouldn't have taken him to the hockey game.
Sometimes I miss him so much, it hurts.
Fay, cream and sugar?
Hey, how you been, Fay?
Good. How are you, Phil?
How's, um, Margaret?
Well, didn't Frank tell you? We split up.
I'm sorry.
I'm-You guys were married forever.
Twenty-three years.
I'm really sorry, Phil.
Well, don't be. To tell you the truth, I've never been happier.
Now, granted, I hit the skids real hard for a 1 0-month period.
I mean, I came close to ending it.
But then I met Cindy, and overnight my life turned around.
Oh, yeah?
Oh, that's terrific. I'm glad to hear that.
Are you thinking of getting remarried?
As soon as she graduates.
She's a college student?
High school. She's a graduating senior.
Come on! Come on!
Down here!
Move! Move!
You wanna sit down there before I knock you down?
Hey, I need a nurse. This lunatic bit me on my damn ankle!
Name.
I said name!
Wilson, Richard T.
Detective Belker.
- Hi, Ma. - What is that noise?
I'm, uh, typing.
I stopped. I'm listening.
That's it? He wants to go to Florida?
Why-Why is that such a bad thing?
The man is 83, Ma! Who's he gonna have an affair with?
So you know what you'll do?
You'll go with him, and you'll be able to keep an eye on him.
That's silly, Ma. Yes, it is!
You look great in a bathing suit. You got a great shape-
You got any paper clips?
You better wipe that smirk right off your face!
What am I hearing now? I know I'm hearing crying.
There's no crying now.
We made a deal. No crying. Come on. Ma?
I gotta call you back, sweetheart.
What?
One for you, Lieutenant.
They'd like for you to do that.
I'll call the bank. They'll have the cash to cover the check by the time you get there.
- I promise. - And what about the session with Harvey?
I'd love to have a sit-down with you and Harvey about FrankJr.
- When? - I'll call his office as soon as I can, Fay.
When!
Don't you think it's a little unprofessional...
to take the kid to a shrink and then date him?
- We have been through that. - Are you sleeping with him?
- That's none of your business. - I'm concerned about my son's environment.
Let me tell you something about your son's environment.
It improved the moment you left the house!
- Thank you. - Yo, Louie.
00 is here. We'll get together, okay?
Can I help you gentlemen?
Yeah. We were summoned by Captain Furillo.
Captain Furillo?
It's okay, Phil. Let 'em through.
This? This is your 00 appointment?
That's right.
Yo, mama, where's the party?
Hey, Louie.
Whoa! Touchy, Frankie. Touchy.
All right. Mmm.
It's really the big-time, Frank.
They didn't have ribs, so we had to go for chicken.
I hope that don't mess up détente.
Détente? Hmm.
Brunch, Francis.
Thank you, Phil.
- Thank you, Phil. - You're very welcome, Francis.
Yo.
Furillo, what makes you think I wanna get involved here?
Because one hand washes the other,Jesus.
I do for you; you do for me.
Yeah? And what've you done for me lately, huh?
You set up peace talk with the Dragons.
Poof-butts don't even show their face.
Whose fault was that? Lover boy's over there.
You got a short memory.
You set it up, bro! You make me look bad.
Now, why the hell should I make you look good, huh?
It's got nothing to do with making me look good!
Those are innocent people in that liquor store...
and the agreement we negotiated was you don't hit stores on Dragon turf.
Dekker Avenue is D.M.Z., Frankie! You know that.
Francis, your wife's on the phone.
- Please, Phil, later. - ''Please, Phil, later.''
You're wicked, bro.
I mean,you really know how to run a business here.
Frank, we don't have to put up with this.
- Easy, Ray. Sit down. Sit! - Sit.
Phil.
So what's it gonna be? You gonna help us, or do some people get killed?
- What's my sugar? - What do you want?
Louie.
One pump-action shotgun...
two Smith & Wesson .38's...
half a dozen flak jackets and a tear gas gun.
How about some T-shirts with ''Los Diablos'' on the front?
Three colors. You can design them yourself.
Oh, wow. T-shirts.
One flak jacket...
and a cop car to take my mother to the clinic on 1 45th Street...
every Tuesday afternoon.
Poor woman's scared to go by herself.
And 'cause of that treaty we signed con Los Conquistadores...
I can't go with her myself.
- You serious? - Yeah.
- Can we live with that? - Sure. Why not.
Done.
Yo.
Yo, Brother Ray, can you get me my phone, please?
All right, people, please back up. Back up, please.
Yeah,yeah,yeah. The hostages are okay, right?
Better than us. Wejust can't walk outta here. You know that.
Sure you can, Hector. All you gotta do is walk. That's all.
Trust me. Trust me, all right.
Don't go off the deep end. They're not stupid.
Look, man, we're in this mess because of you, all right?
I mean, you want us to come out with nothin', hey, that's one thing.
But just remember it was your idea!
Looking to make me an accessory!
I'd like to interject something here, Captain.
- Who's that on the line? - It's Goldblume, Frank.
Listen, I'd like to point out to Hector that as a juvenile...
the charges might be considerably reduced.
Yeah, man, I don't know. The same thing got told to Papo last year.
You know what happened? His mother told the judge she didn't want him.
- They sent him away, yeah! - - And you better not make a liar out of me.
- Yeah, but, uh- - What's going on? What're they saying down there?
Take me, man? Well, then, just come down here and try it!
You hear that? You're dead meat!
- Rats are gonna eat your eyes! - Hector, don't hang up. Hector!
I wanna talk to my mother, okay, Frankie?
I wanna know if she's gonna send me to some home or farm or what!
- What's going on? - Back off!.
- Captain, this is Hunter at the scene. - Get off the line, Howard.
Listen to me, Frank. You're making a grave error here.
We've got the firepower to blow these punks out of the water.
Well, then, try it, okay! I'll kill the woman first! You dig?
Hang up the phone, Howard! That's an order!
We are so damn intimidated by these minority action groups and political cowards.
- Howard- - We wind up doing nothing.
- Give me the phone. - It's no wonder this country is rotting.
Hey, I kiss your mother four times!
Quiet!
You're dead,Jesus! I'm gonna put a hole in your head, sucker! You're dead!
- Get outta here. - Hey, no more favors.
I can't work with this ''gar-bahge.''
What! Huh?
You people should take showers! Whoa, mama-
What.! What?
I really want you to hear this now, Hector.
You gotta work with me on this. You gotta keep things cool in there...
while I keep things cool out here.
It's no easy situation, I'm gonna tell you.
My head is busting, Frank. My head is busting.
I don't know what it is. It's the tension. I don't know, you know?
Hey, I'm sorry. You gotta have some aspirin in there.
Take a couple of aspirin. You'll feel better.
They don't do no good, man. They don't do no good!
Oh, well, no problem. I'll bring something with me.
I'm gonna put Ray Calletano on the phone now...
while I drive over there, like we agreed.
- He's a good guy, you know? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What about that dude that said he was gonna blow us all up?
- Who is that chump? Huh? - Don't worry about him, man, really.
You just stay cool. I'm on my way.
Hey, Hector, this is Ray, man. Your bro.
Esterhaus here. Get me Dispatch.
Anybody locate that guy we lost this morning?
At this point in time, not as yet.
I got a domestic beef-woman threatening her daughter with a knife.
Yeah, this is Det. LaRue, Hill Street. Is Miss Davenport in?
1 084 1 1 9th Street.
Look, pull Hill and Renko off that liquor store. Thanks.
Hi.John LaRue. About that missing suspect of yours.
They, uh,just brought him in. Yeah, some kind of a mix-up.
Anyway, I thought you'd wanna hotfoot it down here and spring him.
Hey, that's okay. My pleasure.
- Sure. Bye. - I don't believe this.
You know, you're crazy. Outta your mind.
- It's 4:00 now, right? - Mm-hmm.
By the time she gets here, it's 5:00.
By the time she figures it's a wild goose chase, it's 5:30.
So she chews out Furillo for 1 5 minutes.
That makes it a quarter to 6:00. Then it's time.
Joyce, I'm- I'm sorry about the mix-up.
I feel terrible.
Hey, I'll tell you what. Let me make it up to you.
We'll swing by my place. I'll get into some fresh rags.
We'll go over to Pierre's for drinks and dinner.
Tell you what, slick. If she turns you down-
- Mm-hmm? -you can take me.
Ma'am, y'all are gonna have to open up this door, or we're gonna boot it in.
- Blow the door? - Yeah.
Hold it right there!
- Nobody's gonna kill anybody! - I wouldn't count on that!
All right, lady. Look, how about putting down that knife...
and letting her cover up her this and that, and then we can talk about the problem.
The problem is her this and that!
He said if I didn't, he'd beat me!
I never said that. She asked for it.
Who is that standing in there?
That's my husband, William.
If he comes outta there, I'm gonna cut him too!
Uh, Bill, I think you better stay in there for a minute.
Now, what we have here is statutory rape...
possession of a deadly weapon, intent to use a deadly weapon.
- I think we oughta run 'em all in. - Hold it. Hold it, Renko.
Look, if you put down the knife, we can work it out.
Otherwise, I'm not gonna be able to keep this white man off of you.
I'm countin'to three. One.
Two.
Okay. Okay, okay! All right, hold it!
Okay, okay.
Okay, William, you can come out.
You okay, Mama?
Don't you Mama me. I'll break your back.
Hey, hold it! Are you the girl's father?
Of course not! What kind of man do you think I am?
You ain't no kinda man at all! That's what kinda man you are!
She runs around half-naked all the time! What do you expect?
Well, don't blame me! I got to sleep on the couch. I got nowhere to go.
Besides, you're always talkin' about how Mama don't give you what you need.
You said that?
Well, you run hot and cold on me all the time, woman.
William, I am on my feet 1 0 hours a day!
- Well, I work hard too! - Of course you do. You both do.
But that won't solve the problem.
You get that- that girl outta here, and we don't have no problem.
Oh,yeah? You break up this family, and you got nothing.
Is that what you all want?
Huh? Is that what you want?
Him in jail, her in a home, you with nothing?
Okay, okay, this is the law for this house!
William, when you're in the house alone, you stay away from her!
You understand? You don't cohabit with your stepdaughter!
It ain't no habit. We only done it once!
- That's not true! - You mean to tell me-
Shut up! And you, little lady...
when you're in the bathroom changing your clothes, you keep the door shut.
Mama, Mama, you gotta make yourself more available to William.
All he wants is a little attention from his woman.
William, you know I love you.
You gotta show it more, Mama.
Okay, this is the law.
You all take care now, all right?
Let's go, Renko.
All right, people, you mind your own business now and go home.
- As long as I live, I'll never understand people like this. - Say what?
That's one of them local colloquialisms, isn't it?
- ''Say what?'' What is it? - Say what?
You're just passin' them laws out right and left, ain't you,judge?
That I do, son. That I do.
The car! Oh, Ma, they stole my car.
That's a brand-new unit. Second one today.
I'll tell you somethin'.
If I have to shoot up this whole street, I'm gonna get that car back.
- Ain't no way I'm gonna file a report on this. - Okay, okay.
- No way at all! - Take it easy. We don't wanna collect a crowd.
A crowd? A crowd!
Well, that's exactly what I want to do is collect-
- Renko, we lose two or three cars every month. - Don't you Renko me.
When they park 'em, they leave 'em. No big deal.
It's a big deal to me. Second unit today, brand-new unit. Esterhaus is gonna kill me!
Renko, shut up! Now we have no car, and we have no radio, man.
So let's just be cool. Let's just call in and get another unit.
Dead phone! Look at this mess!
Look at this!
Hey, man, the world's full of phones, man.
Lots of phones. Let's go find one.
Don't you squinny your eyes at me like that!
I'm a peace officer, and I want you off this street when I get back!
And I mean it!
I'm so tired of dealing with people like this every single day of my life.
- Hey, man! Get outta here! - Come on! Move!
Just disperse, please.
Nothing's gonna happen here.
Folks, we'd like to get your cooperation here. Stand behind the barricades.
Get those helicopters outta here. I can't hear myself think.
Frank, I wanna make a statement for the record.
- Get outta here. - Can you hear me, Frank?
No. Get 'em outta here now.
- Frank.! - Put that shotgun down. Get it out of sight.
Holster those weapons. That's an order.
Put 'em away, now.!
Give me that. Give it to me!
You in the liquor store! Hector!
This is Captain Furillo.
First thing I want you to do is acknowledge you can hear me.
Toss something out the door.
Folks, we can't have you standing in this area.
We're gonna have to move you on back.
Oh, my God.
Okay, well done, Hector.
Now, I'm gonna come over to your side of the street now.
Are you still listening, Hector?
Pull those helicopters outta here! We can't hear! What?
Can I get a couple of officers over here to move these people.
I'm gonna come as far as the curb.
All you have to do is open the door a little so we can rap.
Hector-
Just take those helicopters outta here!
Hector! ˇAbajo.!
- Frank, Frank, take a Valium. - All right, people.
You ruin my business.! You crazy.!
Better the kids.!
I wanna run a check on that man's immigration status.
Get away from there.! Get away from there.!
Move it out.! Come on.!
No, I'm sorry, counselor. There must be some mistake.
Your client's not here. Who said we found him?
Never mind, Sergeant.
You're a real cute guy, LaRue.
I mean, what else do I have to do with my time besides waste it?
You know, on first instinct, I got angry.
Then on second instinct, I thought of filing charges.
Really.
I just wanna be with you tonight, babe. That's all.
You do, huh?
Because underneath it all, you're just a lonely guy in a dangerous job.
Who am I to argue with that?
- I'm sorry. - Don't be.
When I thought about it, I tried to call you back.
I just couldn't get through to your switchboard.
Yeah, that's the problem with my switchboard.
No hard feelings, LaRue.
You can send me the cleaning bill.
Ah.
Your place or mine, babe?
Your prisoner turn up yet, counselor?
What's with her?
I don't approve of what you did, Francis.
Off the record, you promised me you'd be careful out there, but you weren't.
That goes double for me, Frank.
You think you're still a kid or something?
You got 40 phone calls here.
Twenty-five of'em are from your wife.
We can't raise Hill or Renko.
I sent Belker and Lamonica out to look for 'em.
Go home, Francis. You look beat. Let me shopkeep.
Cindy's got marching band practice till 1 0:00.
I think I might just do that.
Reactionary, fascistic, high-handed, uncaring animals!
Kill, beat, intimidate...
violate each and every constitutional guarantee.
Dispense curbside justice. Hmm. Uh-uh. No, sir.
The problem is not in the people in that ghetto.
It's in its Nazi occupation force.
Vicious, ugly.
There is not a cop up there who shouldn't be prosecuted.
I swear I have seen more brutality...
and brazen contempt for the law...
to open up a grand jury investigation.
I mean it.
Ah. Mm.
Feel better?
I'm getting there.
I took half a Valium.
You... care to be the, uh-
the other half?
- Mm-hmm. - Hmm?
- Mm.
Furillo, your pants are buzzing.
Yeah, yeah. Okay.
- It's Furillo. - It's Hill and Renko.
They're both in intensive care.
I won't lie to you, Francis, it doesn't look good.
We don't know what went down.
Frank?