Item nine concerns our previously described male Caucasian...
biting various and sundry ladies of the night-
- Sounds like Belker. - On Delaware Avenue in broad daylight...
in the general vicinity of the neck.
Item 10.
Item 10. Your attention, please.
We had a theft last night, in the Artiodactyla section of the zoo...
of a Peruvian llama.
Said Peruvian llama, which answers to the name Cookie...
is approximately five-feet tall...
has curly blonde hair...
- terminating in a thick, fluffy tail. - Got a phone number?
Sounds like Bates to me.
The last item is a directive from Divisional Commander Swanson-
- Yes, sir. - Concerning the unusually high mortality rates...
of vending machines in this facility.
The most recent being the, uh...
Busy Baker Pastry machine sometime last night.
Anyone with information regarding the assailant...
should report to me directly, subsequent to this roll call.
All right, let's roll. And all of you, let's be careful out there.
Now, I wanna speak to you seriously about hemorrhoidal discomfort.
Excuse me. I'm Anthony. Thank you.
Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.
Dispatch, we have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
You didn't have to take her to a three-starjoint.
Yeah, I know. You'd have figured a girl that size would order...
- a six-pound lobster at nine bucks a pop? - Yeah.
Hey, what we got there?
No idea.
Uh-oh, getting the negative from Roger.
Looks like the dope deal is off for today, babe.
No big thing. We've only been here two hours.
Man, man, you talk about measuring your life out in a teaspoon.
The creep my sister married probably already grossed five G's this morning.
- Hey, what say we go do our duty, J.D.? - Hmm?
Mm-mmm. We don't do purse-snatchers, man.
We're big-time. Nothing but game fish.
Oh, yeah? Well, name a couple for me, man. I'm curious.
Marlin, tuna, albacore, junkies-
What's the matter, man, something eatir you?
Yeah, man, you, your brother-in-law, your sister...
your basic negative cash flow, et cetera.
I'm tired of hearing about it, man. Just go bring the car around, okay?
Wait a minute.
Hey, wait a minute.
Hey, little sister, you know you dropped your purse back there?
- I ain't your sister, sucka. - Uh-oh. Go on, man. You try. Ask her what's in the bag.
Right. Would you mind telling us what you have in the bag?
- Oh, your ugly mama. - There. You satisfied?
Uh-uh. Okay, sugar, let's be a good little girl. Show me what you got in the bag.
- See for yourself, pig! - I got her, Neal.
I'll take her. Stop, police officer. Halt!
Mmm-mmm.
What we got here? Oh.
That's very flattering, Miss Chase...
but I think you'd do better concentrating on my men.
They do the real work around here.
That's not the way I hear it, Captain.
Oh, not at all. On the contrary, what I-
Whatever it is you're hearing, I'm the administrator up here.
If you base your report on me, you're gonna end up with a 10-hour film...
of a guy shuffling papers and phone calls...
with four trips to the coffeepot and two to the john.
I'm afraid that wouldn't do too much for your ratings.
I've already got ratings, Captain.
Look, I'm not trying to do a piece of news fluff here.
I want a mini-documentary.
An objective, journalistic analysis of what the station house is all about.
You wanna do all that in one day?
- No. In as many days as it would take. - Well, good luck.
I've been here over two years, and I still haven't figured this place out.
I share that observation, Francis.
- Line four, Detective Washington. - Thanks, Phil.
Uh, Sergeant Esterhaus will be very happy to show you around.
If you'll excuse me.
- Cynthia Chase. - Oh, how do you do, young lady?
- Yeah, Neal. - Got a.357 Magnum.
Picked it up off a petty thief on 124th Street.
Yeah. She's a she by the name of Billie Riles.
Okay, run it by Ballistics on the way in.
And be sure to remind them this might be the gun from the Hill-Renko shooting.
They're liable to think we've closed the books...
- and I want that gun tested today. - Yeah, okay, Captain.
Good.
I'm truly sorry, Wilma. I really am.
Oh, take it easy, Wilma. Come on now. County's gonna give you a tetanus shot.
Like hell they will. Aside from messing up my complexion...
I can't take the pain.
What I need is one of those wooden stakes.
Come off it, Wilma. There ain't no such thing as vampires.
Oh, there are, Officer. She's right.
Sit down, dirtball.
You can call me Kevin, sir.
Excuse me.
Please, uh, pull yourself up a chair, Kevin.
Could somebody take this man down to Fingerprinting?
And here to your left, you'll find our Booking and Holding areas...
where your various basic criminals are held...
pending their release or transfer to the Michigan Avenue complex.
And, uh- Oh, here is our watercooler.
And even more importantly, our precinct coffeemaker.
Now, I prefer a fine grind, filter-drip myself.
But this one has a three gallon per hour capacity...
which makes a terrific place for the officers to interrelate their daily exploits.
And generally interface, as it were.
Great news.
Of course, I only went with him to that hotel room...
'cause I thought he was a serious professional photographer.
Then, before I knew it, he was laying those fangs of his upside my neck.
Fangs, upside...
of neck.
Okay. All right, Kevin. Let's have your full name.
You love her a lot, don't you? Debbie Kaplan, of course.
Who told you that?
No one, sir.
It's written all over your ink blotter.
All right. Let's have it, Kevin, your full name.
- K-E-V-I-N. - K-E-V-
Kevin. H-E-R-M-A-N.
Herman.
D-R-A-C-U-L-A. Dracula.
I am trying to be nice for a change, and you zing me.
I don't react well to being zinged.
Not when I'm trying to turn over a new leaf.
No, really, Officer, my name is Dracula.
See?
I had it changed on my 18th birthday.
Do you see that?
If you're a vampire, how come you got a reflection in the mirror?
I don't see anything.
Police don't believe no one unless they white.
No matter nothir if they're freaks and junkies and neck-sucking vampires...
long as they white neck-sucking vampires.
Judas Priest, man, show a little life. You are a drugged-crazed psycho.
And what's left of your mind has been warped with P.C.P., and you wanna rip my lungs out.
That's it. That's it.
Come on. Come again. Come again. Come on.
That's it. Whoa.! You-
Gotcha, you sorry-lookir vermin.
As you can see, this is quite simple to operate.
It does give you fairly good control over your suspect...
whether you want him in your vehicle.
Or if you wanna move him out of your vehicle.
Or if you merely want him down on his knees.
And then once you have him in Holding...
you simply press this side lever here...
- and that disengages the collar. - Fancy.
- Uh-oh. - Get it.
Simply, huh?
Seems to be stuck.
There's always a bug or two with new technology.
Well, uh, this can't wait.
Uh, Officer, would you take your seat, please...
while we move on to the Taser gun.
This is Taser model TF-76.
Hey, Harris, get this thing off my neck. Come on. Come on.
- She wants me. - Come on. I look like an idiot. Get this thing off my neck.
- Come on. - What happened to you?
Young lady, you oughta be in school somewhere. If I was your daddy-
Well, what's this?
- Did you get some really good stuff? - I got some good stuff.
Uh-uh, uh-uh, forget it, lover.
She's a professional browbeater with the 11:00 news, you know?
- Always did wanna get into the news. - Oh, man.
Washington.
Don't make a fool of yourself, son.
You're not ready yet.
Okay.
Kevin, I'm sorry. I'm gonna have to lock you up till your bail comes through.
Please, Officer...
I don't think I can do very well in a jail cell.
No, come on, it ain't so bad.
No.
No, please, don't put me in a jail cell. Please. Okay?
It's standard procedure, Kevin. This is no big deal.
No, please don't. Don't put me, please.
Bates, Bates, tell Kevin here that going into a cell...
is your standard vampire procedure.
- You tell him. - It's standard procedure, all right? It's-
We're talking your basic standard way of doing things.
- That's all. - No! No!
- Kevin, come on. Come on. - No!
Get down from there now.
Kevin.!
Take it easy. Just calm down.
It's gonna be all right. Everything's gonna be all right.
Take it easy, pal. Please, I just want you to calm down.
You'd better get him down to Psychiatric.
Harris, don't hurt him. Harris.!
- No! - Kevin.
You better get down from there right now...
before I have to use force on you.
Kevin.
All right, you asked for it.
You gonna behave?
All right. I want you to give me your hand.
Just nice and easy. Just give me your hand.
That's right. That's it. That's right.
Okay, now we're gonna come off that desk. Come on, nice and slow.
Nice and slow. Easy does it.
Everything's gonna be okay. Just come on down off the desk.
Okay.
Please, please, just don't send me to Psychiatric.
All right. Okay.
Okay.
Okay. All right. Come on.
Frank, it's Ballistics on comm five.
That is a sad commentary on our society, gentlemen.
A dangerous misfit deriving his identity from a media myth.
You took the words right out of my mouth, Lieutenant.
Very insightful, sir. Very.
- Excuse me, would you? - Mm-hmm.
Excuse me.
Appreciate it, Sam. Yeah, take care.
Frank, where would you like to situate Belker's suspect?
I don't think he would mix with our other guests.
If Maintenance is through converting that cell in the basement, we can hold him there.
- Tell him it's the Vampire Lounge. - That's a good idea, Francis.
Why not have Hill and Renko take Miss Chase out on their rounds with them today?
And I want LaRue and Washington in here immediately.
I take it it's the gun that shot Hill and Renko.
Yeah, we got the gun.
I thought you didn't like handling landlord beefs.
No, this is a media event, my friend.
And in the interest of departmental image...
I feel I televise a little better than you do.
You know the public taste.
Yeah, I sure do.
Okay, cowboy, it's your show.
All right, Bernard, uh, is this good for you right here?
The compositiors not so hot. Could you step to your left?
- Okay, back here? - That's good.
- Fine. Okay. - Go for it.
Here we go now.
- What do you want, mon? - Good afternoon, ma'am.
My name is Officer Renko and this is Officer Hill.
We are from the Hill Street Station.
And we are here to answer to a complaint that you are harboring live animals.
Go away, mon. I got no animals here.
I'm sorry, ma'am, but we are here on a complaint that your landlord lodged...
that last night you took delivery of three chickens and a goat.
I told you I got no animals up here.
Ma'am, look, I'm sorry, but I distinctly hear the sound...
of chickens clucking from inside your premises.
You heard nothing. Go on now. Leave me be, you Rasta-faced fool.
Mm-hmm, yeah.
What does Rasta-faced-
She took my, uh-my nightstick.
Ma'am, could you open the door, please...
and return the police property that you have illegally "embartered" in there?
Ma'am, I have to inform you that if you don't open up this door...
I'm gonna have to use physical force to get inside there!
Wait, don't bust it in yet. I gotta reload.
You do that, and I'll put that camera down your throat, boy.
Yes, sir.
Bobby, would you- would you help me get in here, please?
Oh, but, cowboy, you televise so much better.
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
You dropped this driver's license and welfare check...
with this purse you dumped.
- Who is this Rita Perez? Who? - I don't know.
Is that the person you got the gun from?
You rip off her apartment, Billie?
Maybe your old man ripped her off.
- You want us to bust your old man, Billie? - Look, I don't know.
Keep it up, kid.
We got all day.
- What's his story? - Well, he claims...
that a group of rather large gentlemen...
jumped out of a black van on Hertel and stole all his clothes.
Black van? I thought that problem was limited to the East Side.
Well, we are a transient society, Francis.
Listen, have someone pick up this Rita Perez.
Seems to me that.357 tracks in her direction.
Hmm, I'll put Belker on it forthwith.
And, Phil, let's not advertise this any more than we have to.
I don't see any point in involving Hill and Renko just yet.
Mm-hmm.
Belker.
I just asked you to bring in Mrs. Perez, not the whole household.
I know. I flashed my badge at the door. The dirtball takes a swipe at me.
I'm gonna find out where you live, Mr. Policía.
- And when I do- - Of course, he had a lot to hide, Sarge.
Looked like he had half a department store in his pad.
Mrs. Perez, would you mind terribly leaving your little one with Officer Belker here...
while we ask you a few questions?
Oh, he's very good with children.
- You take my baby? I want a receipt. - You got it.
One baby.
There you go.
- Hey, wait a minute. Sarge. - Hey, his name is Joey.
This way, folks.
Oh. This way.
Joey. Joey.
Joey.
Hey! Hey!
¡'Cállate.! ¡'Cállate.!
Well, seems you two ladies have met.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I never saw her before in my life.
All right, knock it off.
Ray, put the two ladies in the same cell and book them both for attempted murder.
Him too. We'll let the district attorney handle it.
- Okay. Let's go. - No, wait.
Hey, look, I bought that stuff off her this morning on Elmwood.
- Hey, she's lying. - It was an alley off Elmwood.
Oh, I've never seen this broad in my life.
I knocked the chick down and I took it, okay? The gun, it was in the bag too.
Maybe you two better have a seat.
Be sure to Mirandize them, Ray.
Sit.
How about a little cookie here, huh? Here's a little cookie.
Here you go, Joey. Go on, take that cookie.
Put the little cookie in your fingers, then put the little cookie in your mouth.
That's it.
- Hi. - He's cute, huh?
Coochie, coochie, coochie.
- Phil, would you get me the D.A., please? - Oh, of course.
Joey, Joey, we're gonna call the D.A. Come on.
Here's the telephone. You take the telephone in your hand.
That's it. You put down the cookie and you hold the phone.
That's it. Now we're gonna call the D.A.
- Say hello. Go on, say hello to the D.A. - Hello.
Be with you in a minute, counselor. I'm in the middle of something.
I know. It's called chronic incompetence...
in the continual misplacement of my clients.
- Kevin Herman Dracula? - Oh, you mean the vampire.
Alleged vampire, Furillo. Now, you wanna locate him for me?
He's in a private cell downstairs. Ray will show you down.
Uh, wait a minute. Don't go. Please.
Yes, I'm holding.
John, Frank Furillo.
Yeah, we traced the gun to a Rita Perez. We're holding her and her husband.
Uh, yeah, he's a petty thief. Three priors.
Listen, John, what I'd like to get from you is a reject of this guy...
on that charge of receiving stolen property, in exchange for his cooperation.
No, two reasons.
The description doesn't match, and he was in CountyJail when it happened.
Sure he'll have representation.
In fact, Public DefenderJoyce Davenport is sitting in my office this very moment.
Right.
Thank you, John.
Among other things, District Attorney Simonson allows...
as how he'd abandon his wife of 19 years...
just for a meaningful weekend with you.
Tell him to take a number.
Look, Furillo, I came here to see a specific client.
And in case you're not clued in yet as to the process...
I don't take my assignments from the district attorney...
nor the Easter bunny and certainly not from you.
We've got a lead on the Hill-Renko shooting.
A good one, that might not wait on the judicial process.
You're on dangerous ground, Furillo.
All I'm saying is you could save us a lot of time.
How so?
I think I can persuade the D.A. To reject these charges against you, Mr. Perez...
in exchange for your cooperation.
As your attorney of record...
I feel I'd be remiss if I didn't, uh, read you the facts of life.
Now, if I were the D.A., Mr. Perez...
looking for an easy way, and I'd say you're it.
A three-time loser facing grand theft...
illegal possession of a firearm, obstruction of justice...
and who knows what else if the captain here decides to search your residence.
So, you've got two choices. You can let me try for a rejection of charges...
in exchange for your telling the police where you got the.357...
or you can play macho man and get the book jammed up your nose.
I'd like to get a piece of him, Frank.
Okay, come on, you two. We're through in here. Let's go. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
Wait a minute, Captain.
- Chico, no. - Miss Davenport?
Great system up here.
- You give me back my bird, mon! - Right through there.
You tell that Rasta fool to fetch me back my bird.
No white-faced Johnny-too-good...
- is gonna bust down my door and take my animals! - Okay. All right.
- I got the power, fat boy. - The evil eye.
- And there's gonna be pins in your doll come sundown. - Get him outta here, Renko.
Y'all wanna put this in the evidence bin, Leo?
One Rhode Island Red deceased. How you doing, Freddie?
It's a shame. A good-looking chicken.
- Voodoo, huh? - Yeah, it's terrible.
That had that hot llama stuck up on the altar when I busted in there.
No. They were executing Cookie?
No, I got a stay of execution from the S.P.C.A. Took it back to the zoo.
It was terrible.
That don't sound too good. Do you want a bowl of soup or something, Freddie?
Uh, roll call's empty. You can sleep down there.
He claims he got it in trade for a television set...
from someone calling himself George...
who used to do odd jobs for Debois Liquors over on Richmond Avenue.
George supposedly bought it off the owner.
Excuse me, Ray. Hill and Renko just checked in.
Maybe you oughta take them aside.
This George character, does he have a last name?
Perez says he's a rail gypsy, but he hasn't seen him since.
Send LaRue and Washington down to Debois Liquors. Have 'em put it to the owner.
What about Perez and the ladies?
Seems to me they've been dealt a rejection of charges by the D.A.
Isn't that true, Captain?
As soon as you've got their statements, you can let them go, Ray.
All right.
Francis, uh, what about Hill and Renko?
Let's see what LaRue and Washington come up with first.
I'd hate stirring them up for nothing.
Esterhaus wouldn't give me a clue.
The word is they found a.357 this morning...
and they connect it with a Puerto Rican terrorist group.
Uh, excuse me, excuse me. Make way for the varsity, fellas.
Oh, look who we have here.
Gentlemen, have you met my new protégé?
I'm teaching him to live life in the fast lane.
Yeah, did you tell them how I had to get your nightstick back for you...
you Rasta-faced fool?
- You know what that means, Rasta-faced fool? - No.
I don't either. Anyway, 8:00 tonight, my place.
Fresh deck of cards and all the money you can lose.
- How about it, Harris, huh? - We got a report to file.
- Yeah, we gotta go. - I thought you were gonna play.
Sorry.
Did I say something wrong?
I don't know. Hmm.
Let me tell you, lady. Never in my career have I seen machines this brutalized.
Inumanly brutalized. Hey, don't I know you?
Wait. You're on television.
- You're-Don't tell me. Uh- - Cynthia Chase.
- No, not her. - No, but I am her.
- Really? - Well, yes.
- I watch you all the time. - Oh, thank you. I'm glad.
Cynthia Chase.
- Uh, sir, you- - Having trouble?
Well, this machine doesn't want to cough up my yogurt.
Hmm. Allow me.
You just have to know how to touch.
Thanks. I-
I trust you're having a profitable visit.
I'd say it falls somewhere between a five and a one.
Mm, don't say? I'm sorry to hear that.
It's not that I didn't expect a certain amount of runaround, you understand.
It's just that I was hoping that-
Look, I understand that it must be very scary out there.
And I know it must be hard for you guys to talk about it, especially to outsiders.
But I was- - You must be hanging out with the scared crowd.
I'm in the middle of an investigation right now that would melt your film.
Tape.
Yeah. You know what I mean.
I somehow thought that the investigators investigated.
Yeah, well, they've been known to help out.
Let's go, man. Esterhaus wants us to take the guy home.
Poor guy, his wife's gonna have him neutered.
It's called the black van.
Three or four prostitutes will cruise an area, turning tricks inside.
If they think that a john has got a lot of money on him...
or if he's getting out of line...
they'll rip him off and they'll toss him out the back.
- And that's what happened to him? - Not according to him.
According to him, it was nine eight-foot black dudes carrying spears.
Hey, listen, I'll, uh, catch you later, okay?
I'm in love. I'm in love.
- Can you hang a date on what day that was? - Look, I don't know.
Come on. It was at least six months ago. Please, have a heart.
Have a heart, you guys. Let me explain to you something.
That was an unregistered firearm. That's a thousand bucks to the judge.
George said you gave it to him, and George is an ex-con.
- Oh, no. - It's very serious, Mr. DiCarlo.
No, no, no, no, he took it from me. I didn't give it to him.
Now, I swear, that's the truth.
Okay, okay, uh, just let me think, huh? Gimme a second.
Wait a minute. I, uh-I found the thing...
after I reorganized the shelves.
That was, uh, back late March, early April. Around Easter.
Well, what's the big deal anyway?
So I kept the gun. I'm sorry.
Two police officers were shot down with that gun less than half a block from here.
We've had every cop in this precinct looking for that weapon for six months.
135 cops obstructed by you, Mr. DiCarlo.
Are you putting the blame on me, huh?
Are you putting the bl-Oh, come on now. You get your own act together.
I've been ripped off here about eight times.
The only time I see your boys is when they want a case wholesale or something.
So, stop laying the crap on me.
Look, how was I supposed to know that that had anything to do with this, huh?
Look, I don't wanna put anybody on the dime, you know?
Especially me.
But well, uh...
it may be out of left field, but I had an inkling.
You see, there's this guy keeps coming in here.
- He's a nice kid, ex-junkie. - Kid got a name?
Yeah, Eddie Hoban. I cash his welfare for him.
Anyway, two days, a week after I find the thing...
his girlfriend comes in here.
She disappears back there.
She's on her hands and knees, searching around the freezer.
I say to her, "What you looking for?"
- She gets up. She runs off. - Lady have a name?
Yeah, Sherry Marie.
You got an address on this Eddie Hoban?
Yeah, you go down to the corner to Pelham. You turn right. It's about three buildings up.
Eddie, telephone! Telephone for Eddie.
- Be cool, Eddie. Turn around. Hands up. - Who are you?
- Hey, what is this? - Turn around, man.
- What are you doing? - I didn't do anything, man.
- What are you doing? - Hey, what's going on?
- My kids are sleeping. Shut up. - I never!
- Okay, come on up, babe. It's cool. We got him. - What has this boy done?
I ain't done nothir.
Hmm. You still here, counselor?
I have spent the better part of an hour...
trying to coax my client out of his Vampire Lounge...
as someone here has chosen to call it.
While I hunger for your body, counselor...
I find I'm stuck with tuna fish on whole wheat.
He loves it down there.
He's watching television. Someone gave him a television set.
All part of the new image.
He's an outpatient, Furillo.
Outpatients must either be released to custody...
or bound over to Mental Evaluation.
- That's the law. - Hey, seriously.
I thought you two were out of here hours ago.
Ray, would you help the counselor pry her client loose...
from the Vampire Lounge?
Frank. Phil?
Would you help Miss Davenport with her client, please?
Appreciate it, pizza man.
I've not only had clients unlawfully detained...
at present, I have a client who has vanished into a bureaucratic black hole.
Physically lost somewhere in the system.
Your pervert, as I recall it, Miss Davenport.
- Alleged pervert, Sergeant. - I stand corrected, counselor.
Visitors, Mr. Dracula.
I think we'd better call the captain. Please.
Please.
I told Maintenance to check walls and ceilings for leaks.
I told them to cover all pipes with real lath and plaster.
Look at it. We couldn't have made it easier for him.
And we never thought to check.
Your warning's on record, Francis. Small thanks for that.
Wouldrt want it off the record, would we?
Take it easy.
He was fine. When I left him, he was fine.
We know that.
Want someone to drive you home?
LaRue and Washington just came in.
What's odd is we were probably more obliging to this one than we are to most.
In fact, we probably overdid it, because nobody took him too seriously.
Not me. Not you either, counselor.
And nobody bothered to check on him.
Sorry for the speech.
You okay?
Y-Yeah.
Excuse me.
I swear I've never even seen that gun before.
I mean, I don't even know how to use one of these things.
That's the truth, man. I swear to God.
Tell me about last March, Eddie. Where were you?
Last March?
- Here. I was here. - Do better than that.
Start on the first of March.
Are you kidding me? I can't remember that. I mean, that's six...
- seven, six months ago. - Maybe Sherry Marie'd help you remember it.
She was living with you then, right?
- Yeah. - You got her phone number, babe?
No. I mean, we split up.
You know how that goes.
Hey, uh, you suppose I could get a drink of water or something like that?
Oh, sure thing. You want something to eat?
No, thanks. That's okay.
Put Sherry Marie's name down on the pad for me, will you, babe?
- First and last. - Sure.
That half a bag's not even mine, man.
I mean, I was just holding that for a guy.
We're not worried about your dope, Eddie.
Appreciate that, Eddie.
We just wanted to know where you were last March.
Why don't we start with Sundays?
What do you do on Sundays in March?
- So, how about some cream and coffee? - Sugar.
- What you say, lover? - Say okay, Bobby.
What's going on in that interrogation room?
- You catch a big fish? - Mm-mmm, little fish.
I'm making him swim in this.
No doubt a purveyor of dangerous narcotic substances, right?
- No doubt whatsoever. - No doubt whatsoever.
Well, well, here comes your better half.
What's going on, babe? What's the problem?
Well, the problem at this particular time is recruitment.
See, we had a game scheduled for tonight with eight people...
and now it's just me and Bobby, and we'd like to know what the deal is.
Better reschedule it. Maybe tonight's a bad night.
- No, no. - What we're saying, man...
is that we've been getting the back of people's heads all day...
and getting one-word answers.
And everyone in this room keeps staring at that door.
What's- What's going on, man?
I mean, if something's going on in there that concerns me and-
- Excuse me, gents. - Sure, Henry.
Henry, just a minute.
Hill Street Station. Can you hold please?
Take a seat in Viewing, you two. I'll be with you in a minute.
Go on in, Henry.
Take a seat in Viewing.
Let's find the girlfriend.
You know, I don't like this one damn bit.
I think we're getting set up or something.
Did you see him in there? I mean, it's-
- All right, so what? I mean, why you worried? - I don't know.
Just street trash like that can work you up one side of the street and down the other.
And you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Okay. I've kept you in the clear on this as long as I could...
but that doesn't seem to be working anymore.
Detective Goldblume is going to bring in some suspects.
I want you to tell me if you recognize anyone.
Okay, Henry.
What's this relate to, Captain?
Have them turn around, Henry. All the way.
Oh, God, that's him.
This guy right here on the right. This guy right here.
- Okay, sit down, Renko. - Don't tell me to sit down. That's the guy that shot me!
That's all, Henry. Sit down!
I could pick a guy like that out of a 200-mile lineup.
What about you, Bobby?
Bobby?
Yeah, that's him.
You don't forget about a thing like that as long as you live. No way.
Damn! You got him.
Okay, we'll meet with the prosecutor in the morning.
Bobby, meantime, I don't want you to discuss this with anybody.
Bobby.
I think we can make this kid circumstantially. I think we can do that.
Okay, that's all.
Okay.
Francis, I just finished the go-around with Psychiatric.
They confirmed the suspect and the drug rehabilitation program with a Dr. Shimmert.
Get this. On the afternoon of the shooting...
he signed in at 1:10 p. M...
signed out at 4:55 p. M...
attending his regular 50-minute session.
Psychiatric's less than 10 blocks from the scene of the shooting.
It's conceivable he signed in, got restless and went out for some action.
A lot can happen in two hours.
Wait a minute.
Henry, would you come out here a second?
Hill Street Station. Officer Bosco speaking.
Henry, what's the setup at County Psychiatric, between the time a patient signs in...
and the time he sees his doctor, how free is it up there?
Can he walk out without signing out?
It's possible. It's a busy place.
Look, Frank, for what it's won'th...
I knew that kid in there before when he was shooting up three times a day.
When he says he's never picked up a gun, I believe him.
Renko I.D.'d him, Henry.
I don't believe it, Frank. I'm sorry.
Hill Street Station.
You're being charged with the attempted homicide of two officers...
during the commission of a felony.
You're also charged with possession of heroin at the time of arrest.
We're now going to transfer you to the Michigan Avenue complex.
I swear to God, man, I didn't shoot anybody!
It's gonna be okay, son.
Get something warm.
- You wanna get some soup? - Careful, the floor's slippery over there.
I think I'm getting a cold.
You're soaking wet.
I drove to the shore and back.
With the top down?
It stuck.
I couldn't get it up.
I just want you to know I don't blame you for what happened today.
Don't blame yourself either.
I just feel so awful.
Excuse me, Captain. Arrest reports. Wanna sign 'em?
- Morning okay? - Sure.
You want me to go home with you?
Are you gonna cry?
Yes, you are.