Item nine- the 400 block of Von Steuben Avenue...
or as is more commonly designated, "sniper alley."
As you are no doubt aware, Officers Ludwig and Carmichael...
chose to disregard this previously aforementioned item...
and took a rather costly joyride down the gauntlet last week...
precipitating notable damage to their unit...
and a one-way ticket off the Hill.
So, let's take a lesson from this episode-
parts and labor-wise...
career-wise and otherwise...
and stay clear of that shooting gallery.
Unless you are in hot pursuit of a major, major felon...
I don't even want you looking up the alley.
Understand?
All right. Item 10.
We received another report about the motorcyclist...
buzzing St. Teresa's without the benefit of clothing.
Now, he's been described as a male Caucasian in his early 60s...
driving a red, 500c.c. Royal Enfield...
with a baby-blue helmet...
and a large tattoo on his right upper buttock...
plus numerous tattoos on his upper body.
Now, these are devout elderly ladies and nuns...
being subjected to a public invasion...
of privates, as it were.
Your uncustomary silence testifies amply to the esteem...
in which we hold the subject of this last item.
Now, we all know who is in here.
To most people, this would seem just a common urn.
But we know it holds one of the premier...
phone installers of the country...
Officer Marvin Oliver Box...
or simply "Marv"as we knew him.
Born, 16 May, 1946.
Deceased, just last Tuesday, in this very room...
with uniform on and drill bit in hand.
Marv must've known that he'd be leaving us soon...
because we found a small poem in his will...
which we've had inscribed on this- this vessel here.
Uh, "I've laid a lot of cable, and I've strung a lot of line.
Sure, it gets lonely, but that's okay...
because it brings people closer together."
Per his final will and testament...
- Marv was cremated yesterday at Bolinski's Crematorium...
And he will lie in state...
besides the squad room coffee machine...
for the remainder of the afternoon.
Marv, let's roll, huh?
And let's be careful up there.
Dispatch. We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street.
At least you got out while the gettir was good, Marv.
'Cause you can take it from me, there's a lot of changes goir down around here...
and none of'em are for the better.
I'll tell you, Neal. This being a businessmars given me a whole new outlook on life.
Yeah, me too, lover. It's called major trauma.
Oh, hey, look. I, uh, picked up the keys last night.
Hey! Gotta hand it to you,J.D. You got a lot of guts, man...
considering the neighborhood we bought into.
- Mmm. - Mmm.
Hey, lookir pretty ragged there, Mick.
You been sleeping okay, babe?
Mmm. I wonder what's eating him.
Hard to tell unless he growls.
Aside from the obvious fashion angle, there's another advantage to being in plainclothes.
You're not gonna end up in some lousy urn on a precinct coffee table.
Marv there died of natural causes, Renko.
When you go down in uniform, there ain't no such thing as natural causes.
You oughta know that as well as anybody.
First thing happen to you, the first thing you say-
Oh, Lord, am I going crazy, or did I just hear him rattle?
Bones, Renko. Bones. It's obviously a third-rate cremation job.
You know, you'd be amazed at the number of Fahreneit units it takes...
to fully ash the human skeletal system.
2,400 minimum for your larger bones, like your femur or your fibula.
And that doesn't even mention the, uh, goldarn cranium.
- How many? - Thirty-six arrests in the past 24 hours...
and that's not even counting three collars he gave to Bates.
I just got the breakdown 10 minutes ago.
Now, Phil, we know Belker moves fast, but this is hard to believe.
- Has he been working overtime? - He's been punching out after eight hours...
but according to those arrest times...
he's been bringing in suspects nearly 24 hours a day.
Well, something's wrong here, Phil.
I mean, either with these reports or with Belker.
Tell him I want to see him as soon as he gets back in.
- All right. - Hill, Renko!
- Captain? - Yes, sir?
Cleaners lose your uniforms, or have you outgrown them by now?
No, sir. Actually, we just had a little more work to do on that Rivas murder case.
We figure we'll have that Councilman McAurley on ice for you in a day or two.
Appreciate your zeal, Renko, but Chesley's already got a handle on it.
Well, then, where does that leave me and Bobby?
That leaves you back in uniform and out on the streets, where we really need you.
- Yeah, but- - I've already forwarded your transfer to plainclothes...
but until we hear from Division, it's business as usual, okay?
Don't worry, cowboy. You'll look just fine in a jar.
Listen, I'm running late, Phil. What else do you have here?
Just a call from Midtown. They're sending over the tape...
they got of Fay's obscene phone caller.
Good. Hang onto it. I'll listen to it when I get back.
That's it?
Can't keep destiny waiting.
- What a pleasant coincidence. - No coincidence, Furillo.
- I phoned your office. Get in. - I've got a breakfast. I'm late.
Frank, would you please get in?
My client, Nemo Rodriguez?
They traced the gun to someone who allegedly sold it to him...
three days before the Rivas girl shooting.
That gives the D.A. Enough for premeditation.
- I didn't know. - Neither did I.
Not until I walked into that courtroom.
Oh! Hey, why don't you go around me?
Frank, I have spent over a week preparing a defense for involuntary manslaughter...
only to have him arraigned today...
for first degree murder... with no bail.
What are you really mad about, counselor? Being suckered in court...
or the fact that McAurley may be telling the truth, and the D.A.'s right?
You don't believe that any more than I do, Frank.
If Nemo did shoot the girl, he never meant to.
That much I know in my bones.
- What's with Schneider? Anything? - No.
But I expect to run into him this afternoon.
I think our prudent separation is making us both a little testy.
Wasrt my idea, kiddo. Boy, you smell good.
But then, only one of us is going home to an empty apartment.
What am I supposed to do? Send her back to that phone pervert?
Of course not.
How's FrankJr. Taking it?
He's a little confused.
He thinks his mom and dad may be getting back together.
Are they?
I'm sorry, Frank. I shouldn't have said that.
- I'll talk to you later. - Frank!
I'd recommend the eggs Benedict, Frank...
but the hollandaise is probably petrified by now.
- Hello, Howard. - Frank.
- Ed. - Morning, Frank.
I'm sorry, Chief.
It's not all that easy to get off the Hill, huh, Frank?
Too bad we don't take attendance at these breakfasts into account, Dave.
Old Ed would be a shoo-in for commander against Frank there.
There's no doubt about it, Chief.
I'll bet you're wondering about our little centerpiece, Frank.
Looks a little like sniper alley.
You guessed it. Just a terrific job, Howard.
Just splendid.
- Thank you. - Will you look at that?
He's even got little people in there.
They're scale-model Hispanics, Chief. I was hoping you'd notice.
Okay, Howard.
- What's he got in store for us? - Wait and see.
That's it, Frank- surprise. That's the baby.
As a matter of fact, Howard's already shown me his... baby.
The surprise, Frank, is that its mother...
just arrived from Nishitsu's Nagasaki plant last night-
all 25 tons of her.
Howard's gonna be taking her out for a little spin down the real sniper alley this afternoon.
If you don't mind my saying so, Chief, we're making a grave mistake.
Relax, Frank, relax.
It's just a dry run. It won't even be loaded.
Except maybe for those two little guns in the top turret there.
As far as the people know...
it could just as well be a float in the Rose Parade, huh?
Okay, Howard, for the benefit of us deskbound types...
let's see what this baby of yours can do.
Thank you, Chief.
Powered by a 2,000-horsepower Krupp-Grumman engine...
armor-plated, equipped with a 360-degree artillery turret...
it has enough provisions to sustain five personnel...
for 32 days of siege.
Now the Nishitsu is without equal...
in the current urban warfare technology.
Gentlemen, the PANDA.
Thank you.
Howard, that tubular projection on the front-What's that for?
Nice touch, Howard. Havert seen one of those since Korea.
Yes? There's what?
Oh, I appreciate your discretion, Laurie, but it wasrt necessary.
Gentlemen, it seems that they've had a slight 211 out front...
at the coffee shop a few seconds ago.
But- But since units are on the way...
and the suspects are long gone, I suggest...
we simply sit back down again and allow Howard to continue his demonstration.
The press, Chief.
On second thought, um...
I think a rear exit would be advisable, gentlemen.
Howard, get that stuff outta here.
- Sorry- - Lucy, pass these out, would you?
Okay, now, each $1,000 you've invested...
represents one share of Saloondromat, Incorporated...
or 10% of the total capital outlay.
Watch.
Rachel and I were gonna use our grand...
as a deposit on that station wagon she's always wanted.
Yeah. I was gonna use mine for my childrers education.
Mm-hmm.
- You don't have any children, Phil. - No, not yet.
But I've made a big decision about my future. Big.
This thing says $4,000 outlay!
What Ray is saying is that, where's the other $6,000?
- Your figures are a little vague. - Hey!
What, am I dealing with a bunch of amateurs here?
Hey, you don't turn some pensioner's dive into a saloondromat...
with a couple of kegs of beer and some Cheez-Its.
You gotta spend a little- decor, liquor-
not to mention the washing machines, dryers...
- utilities, girls, jukeboxes. - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- What? - Girls?
What girls, baby? Hmm?
Do you really think our customers are gonna want to do their laundry themselves?
No way. And they're not gonna have to...
- because we are gonna provide some dynamite foxes to help 'em. - Oh!
Bring 'em bleach, some detergent.
Hey, a little help with the fluff and fold.
- Fluff and fold? - Come on!
Straight through the doors, ma'am. It's the, uh...
green-colored urn on- on the coffee table.
I'm thrilled, Phil. Honest to God.
But, uh, you know, kids, Phil-
Kids are a big risk.
I mean, you don't just leap into it with both hands.
Henry, I am hardly the leaping type.
Nope.
I have thought this over in depth-
profound depth...
deep depth.
You'll excuse me for saying so, but you're no spring chicken, Phil.
- It's a hell of a risk. - Life is a risk. What isn't?
You know, a guy I know died two weeks ago eating a club sandwich.
Forgot to take out the toothpicks.
Phil, there are risks, and then there are... serious risks.
I guess Grace knows that she's past the prime childbearing years.
- Henry! - No, I'm talking statistics, Phil-
pure statistics on women over 40.
Henry, we are not talking Grace.
We are talking Cindy.
- Cindy? - Cindy.
Cindy? But she's-
Eighteen last week.
But a very mature young lady.
Oh, I'm sure she is, Phil.
All I gotta do is break the news to Grace.
And after last night, that might not be easy.
Why? What happened last night?
Oh.
Well, I guess you could call it, uh, the long good-bye.
No, I guess you couldn't, huh?
- Cindy? - Yep.
I feel kind of guilty that we never invited Marv...
to any of our Tuesday night poker games.
Not to speak ill of the dead, Neal, but the dude was boring.
I liked him as much as the next guy.
But let's face it, Marv was not Mr. Entertainment.
- What do you make of that? - If I didn't know better, I'd say that...
that boring dude had something going for him.
- Marv? - Mm-hmm.
No way. Impossible. Got to be a distant relative.
Oh, man, here we go again.
I almost didn't make it through the day when I found out about it.
Marv and me were like that.
He used to call meJ.D., and I called him Big M.
- I had a nickname for him too. - Yeah?
- Biscuit. You know, after Seabiscuit? - Hmm?
That's the-That's the name of the racehorse.
It steers like an absolute dream.
Damn good thing that Hirohito didn't have one of these in '44, huh, guys?
- Hirohito- - That's not for translation, Webster.
Oh. Sorry, sir.
We've got about 40 minutes to kill. What do you say we grab a bite to eat?
I know a little place not far from here...
that'll make those little fellas feel right at home.
I'll park it myself.
Uh-oh.
Ooh!
Come on. We'll have a little bite to eat.
I don't know what happened.
They just came in and- I don't know! I don't know!
Ask them. I don't know. They came in and-
Theyjust came in and- We will call the police.
- You wait here. - Uh, Webster...
exchange the necessary information with her, will you?
- Yes, sir. - Uh-
Let's do a run on her immigration status while we're at it.
- Yes, sir. - Come on, little guy.
- I'm gonna take care of it. - No! No!
Phil!
I've got over a dozen more applications for transfer here.
Fifteen, to be precise, Francis.
Well, at this rate, we may as well all pack up and leave.
Mmm? The thought has crossed my mind.
Phil, will you talk to these people?
I can't process over 75 requests for transfer.
- They'll think we're nuts. - As you wish, Francis...
not that I guarantee it'll do any good.
They figure if you leave, why stay?
Oh, I take it Midtown has sent up that tape of Fay's obscene phone caller.
Yeah, I took the liberty of borrowing this from Henry's desk.
That's right, baby. You heard me.
Peanut butter- all up and down your body.
You know you love it.
You know you need it.
Wow.! I'm getting really turned on, baby...
and I- I ain't even talkirjelly yet.
They liked it, huh? Good.
You know, there's nothing like raw fish to build up the nucleic acids, huh?
Why, I remember when I was stationed...
in the Philippines for several weeks in '58.
There were several-
- What is he saying, Webster? - Mr. O'Kino humbly inquires...
with all due respect, sir, whether you may have left the keys in the ignition.
Now, just a moment here.
Do I look like the sort of man who would leave the keys...
in the ignition of a six-million-dollar assault tank?
Why, I've got 'em right here.
Right- Right in my, uh- my-
Let's make it quick, babe.
This saloondromat's cuttir into our workday enough as it is.
Relax, man. I just wanna see how she looks over the bar.
Huh? I think she'd look better behind bars.
You might know a lot about a lot, Neal...
but when it comes to serious art, you got a terrible deficiency.
Yeah, sure, sure.
Geez.
You wanna hang yourself career-wise, be my guest.
- Just don't take me with you. - Hello, Emil.
You're beatir a dead horse, Frank.
Nobody's gonna believe that McAurley was puttir it to that Rivas girl...
especially not after what he said on TV the other night.
Oh, yeah, that was a nice soft shoe.
Compares favorably with the Checkers speech.
Why don't you just let it the hell be?
Because somebody's got to tell the truth about this, Emil...
since neither you nor the D.A. Seems willing.
Look at the bottom line. Rodriguez pulled that trigger.
We both know that.
What difference does dragging McAurley into it gonna make?
A lot. As in the difference, for instance...
between manslaughter and murder one.
Rodriguez?
Listen, believe me, whatever that kid gets, he's got comir.
I've been cleaning up after dirt like that for 27 years, Frank.
Oh, Emil, that's no answer.
Surely we've got more morality than that.
Don't you preach at me, Frank. You wanna talk morality?
Where's the morality in ruining a good man like McAurley?
McAurley? Oh, yeah. He's a prince.
You be sure to stop me, Emil, if I'm wrong.
What we have here...
is a married man with two kids, involved in what amounts to...
repeated statutory rape of a juvenile...
while paying dues to a teenage sex club.
Emil, you're the best Homicide detective this city's ever had...
and yet you're about to flush it all away...
covering up at the very least...
the massive indiscretions of a public official.
That's not you, Emil.
There has to be a reason.
Excuse me, Francis. Sam Ecker's on the line.
It seems Midtown has caught up with Fay's obscene caller.
Oh, thanks, Phil. Ask him to wait a minute, would you?
Will do. How goes the war, Emil?
- Feelir the years, Phil. - Indeed.
Each passing one a sad reminder of opportunity lost, progeny-wise.
Phone the D.A.'s office, Emil, and get a subpoena for McAurley.
- Or what? - Or be prepared for a lot of phone calls.
Because if you don't, you know I have...
only one other alternative, and that's to go public.
That's crazy. That's suicide, Frank.
You take this outside, you're finished. You know that.
You gonna call Swanson or do I?
Yeah, Sam?
Right. Phil told me. Great collar.
Yeah, Fay'll be enormously-
Run that by me again, Sam.
Do me the favor, Sam, and just hold on to him.
I'll get back to you.
Uh, Frank, you remember Harvey.
Fay, that was Ecker.
He tells me you're reluctant to press charges against this creep.
Well, perhaps I can shed some light on the subject, Frank.
Okay, either one of you, start talking.
The fact is that we've decided not to press charges on the man that was arrested.
What the hell does that mean, "we"?
This man that you arrested...
happens to be a patient of mine...
who evidently developed some kind...
of an audio-libidinal obsession for Fay...
as a result of her working in my office for me.
Our prosecution ofhim would constitute...
a serious breach of the confidentiality doctrine...
that is implicit in the relationship between a doctor and his patient-
Don't talk confidentiality to me, Doctor.
You're a shrink and I'm a cop, and neither one of us is a lawyer.
What I'm trying to say, Frank...
is that the man is essentially harmless.
The man is a dangerous psycho...
who breached the security of my wife's and child's home!
In their absence, Frank.
- He knew that the house was empty. - Oh, really?
Well, maybe you'd like to look at some photographs of my wife's bed...
after this crazy got his kicks on it.
A bed, I understand, you're more than passing familiar with.
- I don't think that's germane, Frank. - You don't?
Well, then, perhaps a tape recording...
of your audio-libidinal slime bag...
threatening to tie her up with bungee cords!
I realize the distress this man has caused.
I'm not minimizing that aspect of the situation.
Frank, see, Harvey feels...
that if we prosecute this man...
we could set his therapy back two years.
Oh, really.!
A lot of good it's done him so far.!
Yes?
- As soon as I can, Dave. - I want you over here now!
Look, Commander-
I want you here now, right away!
- You understand? - Yeah, I'll be right there.
- I said I'd be right there. - Thank you very much.
I'm sorry I lost my temper. Uh, could we talk, Fay?
For just a minute? Alone?
Harvey, wait outside.
- Please? - As always, Frank.
Fay, I honestly believe that...
any man who could do what this...
animal... has done to you is capable of worse.
You've got to press charges.
Oh, I don't know, Frank.
I mean, Harvey is the expert...
and he feels that the mars not likely to do it again.
That's not good enough. I don't want you to take the chance.
Well, he's staking his reputation on it.
I don't give a damn about Harvey's reputation.
What I do care about is yours and FrankJr.'s safety...
and I won't tolerate you being blackmailed...
into doing something you know is wrong.
Oh, that sort of judgment is very easy for you, isn't it, Frank?
I mean, after all, you're out there, free as a bird.
What the hell does that have to do with pressing charges against an obscene phone caller?
I'm going to be 37 years old, Frank...
one of these days, and I'm just a little scared.
Oh, Fay.
How many Harveys do you think are out there?
You're an intelligent, attractive woman with a great deal to offer.
Sure, you see it, I see it...
but the rest of the world sees a middle-aged lady...
in a low-paying job with an eight-year-old kid...
and a swell set of stretch marks.
Please, take yourself over to Midtown and file charges.
You'll sleep better, FrankJr.'ll sleep better, and I'll sleep better.
And if you lose Harvey over this, which, by the way, I doubt...
he wasrt won'th holding on to in the first place.
- Okay? - Okay.
But if I lose him over this, you have to take me back.
What? A middle-aged woman with stretch marks?
Oh, you!
Oh, Mick, it seems we've been just missing each other all day.
Did you get a chance to look at my transfer request yet, Captain?
Yeah, I did. I'll be back in an hour or so. We can talk about it, okay?
Uh, Mick, you don't really wanna move downtown to Narcotics, do you?
Sure. Why not?
Lots of action down there, long hours.
Most of them in the dark, which I prefer.
Plus you got a better chance of gettirkilled.
Not that it's got anything to do with your leaving...
'cause it's got nothing to do with that whatsoever.
Is there something on your mind, dog drool?
Come on! Move!
Everything I lay my hands on turns to human deficit...
right in front of my eyes.
How could they tear my saloondromat down?
They must've had a city permit, man.
I don't care!
I don't care, Neal. I just don't care anymore.
Hey, you can't win 'em all,J.D.
Win 'em all? I wanna win one!
I know, babe. I know.
Ah, they've finally done it, man.
They have finally broken me.
Okay, Frank, we'll put the counselor aside for the moment.
The fact is, if you do go public...
you're gonna create some serious problems for the department...
not to mention what it'll do to your commandership.
Oh, Dave, maybe I should just take myself out of the running.
I'm gonna do you a big favor, Frank, and forget you said that.
I'll give you some time to think about it.
I have thought about it for three weeks, Dave.
Three weeks of breakfasts with the chief...
divisional backslapping and political club sodas with the boys at Madigars.
Maybe it's a stupid career move. I don't know.
But the truth is, I'm not sure I want that job.
Not if it means going in there every day with blinders on.
You're forgetting who put your name in the hat, Frank...
who's been politicking for you for months- me!
I'm really sorry about that, Dave, and I'd make it up to you if I could.
You go all the way on this, you're gonna spend the rest of your life in the Hill.
You know that. It's a hell of a waste, Frank.
I hate to see it happen.
Are you gonna bring McAurley in or do I?
You don't give me much choice.
I'm telling you. If he would've kept us on that Rivas murder...
we could've gotten into Homicide through the back door.
- But no. - If you're so damned anxious to be wearing a suit...
I could easily recommend some brokerage houses, Renko.
- I just might take you up on that. - We're cops, man!
I'm aware of that. The only thing these blues have done for me...
- is give me free coffee refills and an occasional bullet wound.
I'm so tired of workir here and not being-
Shut up! Horn blowers. I hate that. Back up.
- Would you relax? - Just back up. I hate that!
Suspect vehicle is late-model, yellow, four-door sedan.
Last seen northbound on Dekker from location.
- Late-model yellow Ford. - Stand by for further alerts.
Oh, Lord, just what I need to settle my lunch.
Out of the car with your hands up in the air so we can see 'em, right now!
Doesrt look like no white boy to me- armed and dangerous.
All right, compadre. Just put your hands up against the car.
Don't talk. Put your hands against the car.
Do me a favor. What is he jabbering about?
I don't know what he's saying.
- Would you shut up, please? Silencio, por favor.! - Oh, my goodness!
Sir, I apologize. We'll put you in this car...
and give you a police escort down to St. Johrs Hospital.
- Policía "escorto." - We're not going anywhere.
- The womars gonna have a baby. - The woman is having a baby.
- I'll go get the medical kit. - We don't have any time.
- Just get in the other side- - Bobby, I can't- Uh-uh.
- Just get in the other side and hold her still. - Get in the car.
Okay, hold her shoulders.
- Hold her shoulders. It's okay. It's okay. - All right, mama.
- Are we okay? - Relax and be real quiet now.
- You're supposed to breathe like this, right? - Breathe deeply.
- Something like that? - That's good. I want you to push.
- Push. That's good. That's good. - Just like that.
- What are you gonna do? - I'm gonna try to turn the baby's shoulders.
Push! Push!
You hold on. Don't you worry about a thing. Just keep sayir your prayers.
Push.! Push.! Push.!
- I'm just gonna try to turn the shoulders. - Oh, my Lord.!
Push! Okay, okay! Here it comes!
Real hard! Real hard! There it goes!
Hi. How ya doir? Oh.!
Look, it's a dude! It's a dude!
Señor, su hijo.
Oh, look at this. How you doin; little fella?
You all right there, mama?
Good of you to break away, counselor.
I'm a good kid. What's going on?
- Rodriguez in there? - They're bringing him down now.
Uh, do you mind? I thought you quit.
I wasrt smoking it. I was holding it. What are we doing here?
We're gonna make an honest felon out of Nemo Rodriguez.
Speaking of whom.
I'll be right in, Nemo.
Aside from hating my guts, he fired me this morning.
He thinks a male public defender would've been more effective.
I'd write it off to Latin attitude if every other male defendant...
didn't share that feeling to one degree or another.
I'm sorry. You were saying?
I just did half an hour with Swanson. It's what we thought.
Then the councilman was there when it happened?
- Yep. - And Swansorll testify to that?
He doesn't have to. McAurley's coming in voluntarily.
With the department bailing out, he doesn't have much choice.
- What about you? - What about me?
What'd it cost you, Furillo?
See ya, Davenport.
McAurley was slapping the girl around, and the kid aimed at him and hit her.
Simple as that- lousy aim with a lousy gun.
And who took the jewelry? The aunt, right?
Yeah. She squirreled it away someplace...
waiting for it to cool off.
Life on the Hill, huh, Frank?
- You did know this from day one. - Not all of it.
They told me just what they thought I needed to know.
- Who's "they"- - Come on, Frank. Let's not play that game.
I'm very sorry, Frank. I'm sorrier about this than I think you know.
Who'd have thought it would mushroom like this?
I still have to know why, Emil. Why you?
You've been the best going for 30 years.
The best.
Whatever the hell that means.
Please, Emil, why? Who'd you owe?
A couple of years ago, I had a little heart problem, Frank.
Ah, hell, I got a bad heart, Frank.
I wouldn't be here today...
if certain people hadrt been looking the other way.
Good people! Good solid people.
What was I supposed to do? McAurley didn't kill anybody.
Because he got involved in some kinky 15-year-old action?
That's not my problem. You don't say no because of that.
Not after what they done for me.
Oh, Emil, that's not nearly good enough.
Not after what you did to that kid back there.
And you know what's good enough, huh, Frank?
What are you, 39, 40?
I'm 55 years old, Frank.
All I know is being a cop.
That's all I've been my whole life.
Take that away from me, what am I gonna do?
Sit on a park bench feedir the ducks?
That favor gave me three more years, Frank...
so don't you say that it wasrt good enough...
'cause you don't know.
- See you around, Emil. - I'm sorry, Frank.
I never meant for it to hurt you, believe me.
I know.
Would you tell Mr. Fitzgerald I'd like to be there when Mr. McAurley comes in?
I'll hold.
It's gonna be okay, kid.
I don't care. Who cares, huh?
You'd be surprised.
Hill Street Station.
Yes, would you hold, please?
All right, gentlemen.
Here, here and, uh, here.
You'll deploy your squads and go building to building.
The rain is on our side cover-wise.
Uh, Webster, ixnay.
- What? - Ix- Ixnay- Excuse me.
Disembowelment, man. Judas, I thought you understood the Oriental mind.
- Hara-kari is a way of life over there. - Yes, sir.
Now, then, we will move squad number three into-
Wait a minute. This is the Dekker Avenue-
Howard, would you mind telling me what's going on? What's with the armored vans out there?
- There must be a hundred men out there. - Let's try not to panic, Frank.
If you had bothered to count, you would find...
that there are nine squads, which is 90 men.
That makes all the difference in the world. What's going on, Howard?
It's lock-and-load time, Frank.
We are launching a major offensive on sniper alley.
They've got the PANDA. If you had been here...
you would have known that those sociopathic little cockroaches...
have just called with a ransom demand one hour ago.
And if you had been listening to your police band, Howard...
instead of launching an offensive...
you'd know that they found your tank an hour and a half ago.
- Where? - In the East River.
The East River?
- Stripped. - Stripped?
And gutted.
Hey.!
Congratulations.
- I see news travels fast. - Well, good news, Francis.
For us anyway. I hope for you too.
Oh. I appreciate the thought.
Is Belker here? He wanted to talk to me, didn't he, Phil?
He's downstairs, Captain, sleeping like a baby.
Oh. Thanks.
Well, what say we hit it?
We've got an hour on the clock yet.
- Mm-hmm. All right. - Such a relief.
Uh, Ray, I'm really sorry for your sake.
I know you would've gotten the captaincy.
That's all right, Frank. I didn't stand a chance in hell.
Thanks anyway.
He was a- a very giving person, Marv.
Yeah, he gave and gave and gave.
Boy, could he give.
This yours, Henry?
Yeah.
You mind just, uh- Put it on my desk.
Okay?
Leo,J.D. Thinks...
we need to call an emergency stockholders' meeting.
Taxi.! Over here.!
- Sorry I'm late. - Hi.
I had some last-minute phone calls at the office.
Oh, yeah, I'll bet you did.
It's already made the papers.
It's curious, isn't it? McAurley and I have never met.
I've only seen the guy once in that television broadcast.
Yet, somehow, we've managed to derail each others' lives.
Reminds me of the elephant and the ant joke.
- The what? - You know, the elephant and the ant...
spend the night making love.
Now, wait, wait.
And the next morning, the ant wakes up to discover the elephant has died.
"Damn it," says the ant...
"One night of passion, and I spend the rest of my life digging a grave."
Oh, no!
It's a good thing we're both still laughing.