- Hi, Andy.
- How you doing?
What'd you decide?
- Well, first we gotta
set some ground rules.
- You got the wrong idea, Harry.
You don't wanna
sit like a little prince,
"You will do this and
you won't do that."
You wanna listen to
what these people need.
And hope you can do it for them.
- What do they need?
- That's some evidence
that they want queered,
some dope.
- What? They
want me to steal it?
- No, no, no. You
just take the tag off.
Put it on some
quinine or something.
Make it look like
they busted cut.
- I don't know, Andy.
- You don't know?
I can sell what you
owe me to the shylocks
for 40 cents on the dollar.
Now you're paying
three points a week.
And when you miss,
you get your butt kicked.
- I gotta decide. I'm not sure.
-Today. Otherwise,
it's going to the lam.
Mr. Big sh*t, Mr. Gambler.
- Mr. Policeman.
- Today the Victims Aid
program will run out of City Court.
That means that, when
filing an incident report
in which no arrest has
been made, you no longer
fill out the magenta 11s.
The victim applies
for aid himself.
But when you do make a
bust, however, instead of
turning 'em in at precinct, you
now attach the magenta 11s
directly to the arrest report
when filing at arraignment.
We got that? Officer Renko?
- Yes, sir.
- So, you're gonna file
your magenta 11s where?
- Under the circumstances,
the magenta 11 would be
a victim-orientated...
- That's right, that's right.
But where is it gonna go?
- City Court.
- City Court.
- Thank you, the both of you.
Item Nine, Captain
Furillo is at the breakfast
for retiring Captain Eastland
and Captain Designate
Ray Calletano.
Lt. Calletano's replacement
begins his tour tomorrow.
He's on orientation
transfer until then.
His name is Lt. Norman Buntz.
He's from the Heights.
Lt. Buntz is back
left of the room.
Hey, welcome to the Hill, Lt.
- Thank you.
- Tomorrow we'll
break out the band.
Oh, incidentally,
celebration for Lt. Calletano
begins at 7:15 p.m. prompt
at the La Paloma
Room Kubiak Lodge.
- You at that game in Tijuana?
- Yeah. 10, Operations.
Belker, LaRue, Washington,
Garibaldi coordinate
with Inspector Froebel
from the hack bureau.
They're gonna be
documenting harassment of
the local gypsy cabs been
serving the Hill for years.
They're being harassed by
Fleet and Medallion vehicles
who suddenly find out
they been missing out on
a lot of good business up here.
- If they were fleet enough,
we'd never catch 'em.
- Yeah, right.
- Also, Lt. Goldblume
continues his special assignment
with the state lottery office.
Okay, that's it.
Let's have a safe shift.
Let's go do our jobs.
- Hi. Wayne Froebel, fellows.
- Yeah, yeah. J. D. LaRue.
- Neal Washington.
- You and me, we worked
together on some cab heists
five, six years ago. Hey, Mick.
Mick Belker, Wayne
Froebel, hack bureau.
- How are you?
- Right. I think I remember you.
There's an
embarrassing situation.
- What?
- Man's got egg on his face.
- Have you seen Lt. Hunter?
- Hey, where's Harry at?
- You mean, "Sorry
Guys Garibaldi"?
The last couple of months,
Harry's been late more often
than Peaches Lebanks.
- Hey, gee! Earth
calling lady, huh?
- Terribly sorry! They
just broke into my car.
I'm all nerves!
Oh, I made you spill
all over your suit?
Please let me pay
for a dry cleaning.
- They got $1.75 where
I go, without the pants.
- Are you all right, sir?
- Gravity boots, Ballantine.
I have decided henceforth
to start my mornings
with an infusion of
blood into the old cranium.
- Is that really
comfortable, sir?
- It's invigorating.
Lubricates the
synaptic connections.
- Well, meet you
upstairs then, sir.
- Meet you upstairs, Ballantine.
- Unless you want me to stay.
- You mean as a spotter?
- Yeah.
- It's utterly unnecessary.
- Okay, then.
- The only possible mishap
would be a pipe giving way.
- Keenan findings are gonna
issue this morning, Frank.
Know what this jerk grand
jury has got after four months?
Know what they're
gonna announce?
Nothing.
Penny ante corruption charges
on the six cops we already knew,
not that any corruption
is insignificant.
- No indictments
in Keenan's k*lling.
- Which, let's face it,
Frank, that's the same
as if I'd been named.
Listen, I want you to head
a commission of inquiry
into Keenan's death
and everything else.
Into the whole damn department.
We've got to put
this thing behind us.
- With what kind of authority?
- I haven't thought through
all the nuts and bolts just yet.
- To have any teeth,
this kind of panel
has to have subpoena power.
- Frank, more gratitude,
fewer conditions.
- I'd also want a free hand
in selecting other members
of the panel.
And I want a public
pledge of your cooperation.
- You believe the stories?
You think there are four pads
and a bag man in every precinct?
- I think that department
morale has never been lower.
Every man is looking
back over his shoulder
wondering whom to trust.
I also think that, if
we don't clean house,
somebody's gonna do it for us.
- What about Keenan? You
think I k*lled Joe Keenan?
- I don't know.
- Well, you self-righteous...
- I go into this with
a clean slate, Chief.
I won't front a public
relations exercise.
- You got whatever you need.
- I accept.
- You come and get me, Furillo.
You get some evidence I'm
involved, you come after me.
- If there's evidence, I
won't be asking permission.
- Frank?
- Ray?
- Chief?
- Ray?
Great day, long overdue.
- Over the past six weeks,
since the news that I would be
Captain of the Polk
Avenue Precinct,
I have spent what spare
time I could getting to know
the officers at my new precinct.
I thought Captain
Eastland might want to hear
what some of his men
have said about him.
"He always stood up
for us with downtown."
"He's made our jobs easier
because he does his so well."
"I've worked under five captains
and he's the best, hands down."
I'm honored to introduce the
man whose position I'm taking,
but who I know I cannot
replace, Art Eastland.
- Thanks, Ray.
Chief, brother officers.
So why quit five years
before mandatory?
I know the rumors.
He's sick, he has
a babe in Florida.
I wish.
The truth is, I'm tired of it.
I'm tired with what we've all
been reading in the newspapers
and maybe just
a little bit tired
of wondering if
any of it's true.
But since I announced,
I've been reminded
of the other side of the coin,
what I've felt from my men.
And especially now with
what I'm hearing so gracious
from Ray Calletano.
I listen to Ray and
I honest to God
wonder if I made a mistake.
Maybe I'd better
take a little more time
to think this
retirement thing over.
I don't know if I want to go.
- I'm gonna take
10 minutes, guys.
- Hey, where the
hell you going, Harry?
- I gotta pick up
a prescription.
- Hey, Garibaldi, you
picking up that prescription
to win or across the board?
- Ha-ha, J. D.
- Ha-ha-ha, my butt. Hey, Harry?
- Yeah?
- Hey, look, I want
you to put $4 for me on
the letter J to win
in the second race.
That's the letter J.
- If I go by an OTB.
- Yeah, Harry, on your
way to the pharmacy.
Kid's getting in trouble, Neal.
I see all the signs.
- Mm-hmm.
Sounded to me like you just put
down a bet your own self, baby.
- That's entirely different.
It's $4 and it's on a horse that I
happen to have been following.
- Hey!
Excuse me! You
just cut in front of me!
You did. Right here.
You took my spot!
- Go write your Congressman.
- I need a cab, mack? Mack? Cab?
- Hey, you need a cab?
- We don't usually get
the company cabs up here.
- Well, you're gonna
start getting 'em now.
- Hey, you can't
take the fare, man.
- Hey!
- Call me if you grow, dwarf.
I'll come back
and kick your butt.
- J... 7J409!
- Should we bust him?
- Let's hold off.
- He just drove into my car!
- Plus verbal abuse,
calling you a dwarf.
I want heavy harassment,
though, before we make our move.
- Dog's life, eh, Detective?
- Pull over, stupid!
- He's not even coming up hot.
- Hey, you believe this jerk?
- It's registered
Leona Cleveland.
- You're kidding
me. Are you serious?
That's Ozzie's wife!
That's the mayor's wife!
Probably doesn't
know it was stolen yet.
We're gonna do ourselves
some good on this one, at least.
All right, freeze, buddy!
Freeze!
- Oh, man.
- Take it easy.
- You're trying to k*ll me!
- Nobody's gonna k*ll you now.
You feel like anything's broken?
Hey!
- No, no.
- All right, just
get up real easy.
Put your hands behind your back.
Are you all right?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Just take it easy.
- Joe? He's Lee Cleveland.
- What?
- He's Lee Cleveland.
- Does the picture match?
Hey, Lee, you related
to Leona Cleveland?
- That's my mother.
- Your father's
the mayor, right?
- Yeah.
- It's your bust, Sarge.
- You know, buddy,
you almost give me
a heart att*ck jumping out
in front of our unit like that.
I wouldn't be doing
that again if I were you.
- I'm sorry.
- In the back? This one?
- Yeah.
- Yep, yep.
- Him! This one!
- All right, just
step over here.
Sir, this man said you
took something from
his store across
the street there.
- Ain't you guys got
nothing better to do...
- Now you just be quiet
until my partner talks to you.
- Why you rob from me?
- How come you rob
from the neighborhood?
- Never rob! What's
wrong with you?
- Man, you rob with your prices!
- What did he steal?
- Fruit.
- Fruit?
- They take all the
time. You make bust.
- Listen, sir, if we do that,
you gotta come
down to the court.
And you gotta
leave your store...
- I come. No matter.
- Yeah, sure.
You got 50 relatives
working that rat hole!
- You shut up.
- Hey, what you want, man,
huh? You want a lousy quarter?
- Wait a minute, wait
a minute! Mr., uh...
- Pak.
- Mr. Pak, you
want this boy here
to make restitution right now?
- No! You make bust.
My only store on block.
No one else have
stores, so they rob me.
- Sir, we're gonna
have to arrest you.
Are you charging anyone else?
- They take other times.
- I mean now.
All right, let's go.
- Yo, Jodie, tell my
grandma where I'm at!
- Yeah, man.
- Here! Fruit he stole.
- Lookie here,
Bobby, got evidence.
- He stole!
- Yeah, I know he
stole. We make bust.
- Art Eastland was reacting
to the emotion of the moment.
- Why? Why did I have to say
all those nice things about him?
- Look, you weren't
going to assume command
until Monday anyway.
And he's gonna decide
by the end of the day.
So try to take it easy.
- Captain, Mayor's
son's been busted.
- I heard.
- Cleveland's office
has been notified.
- Captain Furillo? Norman Buntz.
- How are you?
- Ray Calletano.
- Yeah, how you doing?
Guess I'm taking your
oar in the boat, huh?
You going up in the bridge?
- Yes. Excuse me.
- Sure. So...
- So, you start
with us tomorrow.
- Yeah. I figured I'd
come in and find out
where the john is.
- I don't know if you've heard,
but there's a glitch
with Ray's promotion.
Captain Eastland is
reconsidering his retirement.
I'm sure it'll all get resolved.
But on the outside
chance that Ray stays,
he'll be your senior in command.
- Uh-huh. Well, I
hope it resolves.
- Uh, what do you
like to be called?
- At the Heights,
they called me Guido.
I'm German, see, but I
look like such a guinea.
Or Norm's good.
How about yourself?
Frank?
- Fine.
- Just in here.
I mean, I'll give you your
rank in front of the men.
- I look forward to
working with you, Norm.
- Same here, Frank.
- Get with Jablonski.
He'll show you the ropes.
- Yeah. Is there
anything we can do
to nudge Eastland along?
I mean, slash his tires?
Naw, seriously, got
anything on him?
- No.
- Trenton, I'm afraid we're
gonna have to book you.
- I'm gonna lose my parole.
- We'll get you to an
afternoon arraignment.
Wait and see how it works out.
- Trenton, what's with all
the Blue Beret stuff, man?
- Oh, it's Project Security.
You know, escort
for the elderly.
- How many old
folks can afford to pay
for getting walked
to the bus, man?
- Hey, we don't charge.
Look, there's no charge.
You think these people
don't need safety, man?
Hold on. You think the
police are gonna protect 'em?
- What I think, Trenton,
is that you came
out of correctional wanting
to get your life together.
- I saw through to a
lot of things up there.
- Well, what about the
good you wanna do, man?
You gotta get your
own thing together first.
Look, that Korean's the
only store on 116th Street.
You chase him away
and that ain't gonna
do your old people no good.
- Sorry, Bobby, things
are up for grabs today.
This Trenton Moore?
- Yeah.
- Miss Davenport, Lee
Cleveland. Room B.
- Thanks, Sergeant.
- This way, Trenton.
- Sgt. Jablonski? Debbie Craig.
Personnel sent me.
- Will a private attorney be
taking over your case, Lee?
- No.
- These are all your priors?
- Mm-hmm.
- Depending on your
case report, I think we stand
a good chance at
alternative sentencing.
Would you be willing to
enroll in a detox program?
Lee?
- Yes, or die in one.
- Is that why you drove
into the side of the bridge?
- I don't care if I live.
I lied so many times.
Didn't turn out to be lying.
I said I was gonna quit.
But I was coming home to quit.
Instead, I got high and
went to steal her car.
I can't believe myself no more!
- Do you wanna stop?
- I say so, but I don't
know if I mean it!
- Maybe this time you do.
- Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!
What do you plan
to do about your son?
- Sergeant?
- Mr. Mayor. Excuse me.
Back here, fellas,
until you have a pass.
- I'm here to file a stolen car
complaint against Lee Cleveland.
- Yes, sir.
- You think with
this Eastland thing
up in the air that it's
bad taste to go ahead
with Ray Calletano's gala?
- I wouldn't think so, Howard.
- Well, my deposit at
the Kubiak is refundable
if we cancel by four.
- No, no, no. I'd
go ahead with it.
Mayor? You have a minute?
- Frank?
I heard Fletcher's announcement
about this new commission.
I'm delighted especially
that you're heading it.
- Thank you.
- How big? How many civilians?
- Well, I haven't had
a chance to make
any firm judgments yet.
But other than somebody
from the D.A.'s office,
I'm not sure there'll be any.
- You need civilians
for credibility, Frank.
It's passed the point
that the public will trust
this department to
clean its own house.
- I'll take that
into consideration.
- I appreciate
your handling this.
- You wanna see him, Ozzie?
- Why? So he can
lie to me again?
So he can break
our hearts again?
I have a statement to read.
- Same horse.
- Come here. Come on!
- What?
- You know what's
going on inside?
- Well, I heard rumors.
- Listen, I wanna bet a horse.
I can't go in there myself.
- Like a problem for
the management?
- Yeah.
Now, listen, I'll give you a
sawbuck if you take the bet
in there for me.
- Sidney's errand
service at your disposal.
- $200 win, $200
place on Heavenly J.
- Four-bagger, huh?
We talking fixola here?
We talking chemical
encouragement?
- Come on, I'm in a hurry.
- And I'll go shopping
for you afterwards.
Get you anything you want.
- What do you say, Harry?
- Hey, Andy.
- What's going on?
Did you come over to
tell me what you decided?
- Yeah. I wanted to tell
you that I'm thinking about it.
- You came over here to tell
me that you're thinking about it?
- Yeah.
- 'Cause you know you
got a fix that evidence
by this afternoon or doors
close on a lot of different people.
- I know.
- Anything else
you wanna tell me?
- No, I don't think so.
- Bring out Mr. Wonderful!
- Oh, man.
- You know what's
happening to you, Harry?
- What is going on here?
- You're beginning to
run away from reality.
- I try to lay a bet, I get
thrown around like wet laundry!
- I mean, otherwise, you'd
never think that we'd let
this street slug, a guy
who hasn't made a $20 bet
in two weeks, come
in with a $400 play
and we're not gonna find
out who he's bearding for?
- Hey, I been
looking for my spot.
- I wanna take
one last sh*t, Andy.
- You don't have
any more sh*ts, pal.
Your quota's up.
- Excuse me.
If you're not gonna
allow me to make a bet,
will you please
return my currency?
I'll take my trade elsewhere.
- Now are you going
to do this thing for us?
- Hey, what? Am
I in a bubble here?
- All right! I'll try
to do it end of shift.
- Okay.
Less $300 you owe me.
Here's $100 for
you to walk around.
- Let me bet it on that horse.
- You don't wanna crash...
- Let me bet it!
- Come on inside.
- Damn Korean sh*t a man.
- All right, everybody
just step back!
Mr. Pak, let me have the g*n.
- He robbed inside.
My mother cleaning fruit there.
Tried to stop him.
He come Kn*fe with my mother.
I sh**t.
- You got a permit for this g*n?
- No permit yet. I apply.
- Now, Mr. Pak,
now listen to me.
You're gonna have to come down.
You understand that?
Down to the station?
- How is she?
- We're gonna take her
into the hospital, understand?
Think she's got a concussion.
- He b*at my nephew.
I no sh**t 'til he come
Kn*fe with my mother.
- Come in, Mr. Pak...
- Many witness. Many.
- Tell your nephew
not to open the store.
- Let's go. Come on.
- Hey, Pak, like
how it feels now?
- All right, all right,
knock it off right now.
I mean it!
Knock it off right now.
Have some respect!
- Got a BLT on
a Kaiser, pick-up.
- You're down, J.
D., second race.
- Gracias.
- Of course,
there's zero chance.
Coffee and a burger, Dottie?
- Hey, who's
Garibaldi's selection?
- Heavenly J by Daylight.
- Letter A.
- Letter A, right. Why?
Did you look at him?
- You gave me your ticket.
- Is that right?
- $50 win and place,
Harry. Pretty hefty bet.
- Yeah. Well, I told
you the horse can't lose.
- No kidding?
Hey, why don't you come
over to my crib later on, all right?
And I'll show you my Dewey
for President card collection.
- Hi, Mick.
- Hi. What are you doing here?
- Thought I'd look up my BF.
- Well, your BF is glad.
Sit over here?
- Yeah.
- Did you have lunch?
- No.
- Are you hungry?
What would you like?
- Uh, how about some peaches?
- You want my peaches?
Yeah.
I made an appointment
with Dr. Hersch tomorrow.
- Why? What's up?
- Nothing.
I'm late.
- What does that mean?
Does that mean your
think you're pregnant?
It's possible.
- You're laughing.
- Don't go bing-bong
on me, Mick.
I'm not sure. I'm
just a little late.
I wanna find out.
- What are we gonna do?
- Nothing.
- Norman Buntz?
- Yeah, right.
- Does the next
batter swing away?
- He's a regular
Milton Berle, huh?
- Frank.
- Leona?
- Frank?
I want those charges dropped.
I own that car and
I don't want my son
charged with car stealing.
- Well, this says that you
have joint ownership of that car.
- Never mind that!
Lee says he can get
into a detox program
if the car stealing
charges are dropped.
I want them dropped.
- Well, you and Ozzie
are gonna have to make
that decision together, Leona.
- Ozzie won't forgive him.
He's hardened his heart.
He wants to punish Lee.
No, Frank, you
talk to him, please.
- I don't think that's...
- Ozzie respects you. Please!
- I don't think that's
my place, Leona.
- It is your place! Please!
I talk to my son on the phone!
Please!
- All right, all right.
- I just want you to give
him another chance!
- All right, it's all right.
I'll try. I'll talk to him.
- Just give him
another chance, Frank.
- I'll try, I'll try.
- Mrs. Cleveland?
I'm Joyce Davenport.
I'll be representing your
son through arraignment.
- They're gonna
want to crucify my son.
My husband...
- I'm gonna go talk
to the mayor right now.
Sorry.
- Just one minute. Frank?
Frank?
Judgment call, but I'd like
to see this kid get a chance.
- See if you can push
him down on your calendar.
If I can move Ozzie
at all, I'll be in court.
- Never mind who it
is, Captain Eastland.
Listen, I just wanna
put on record.
We're all hearing it's some
kind of popular tidal wave
and nobody wants you to retire.
I'm one of a whole lot of guys
figured you for over the hill.
But we're all biting
our tongues, see?
'Cause you are having the
decency of stepping down.
Yeah, hey, hey, hey.
Forget all that stuff
in the speech, huh?
I'm one of the guys the
lieutenant was talking to.
Then afterwards, we're
all laughing up our sleeves.
We couldn't believe
anybody bought that crapola.
So come on. What do
you say, Captain, huh?
You had a wonderful,
distinguished career.
Now why don't you wake up
and smell the freakin' coffee?
And that's with affection
as well as concern.
Hey, Lieutenant. How
about dropping a dime?
- What do you mean?
- Tell Eastland he's old meat.
Call and tell him he's finished.
- I apologize for
the intrusion, Ozzie.
- What is it?
- Leona's asked me...
- Just stop right there.
- She says it's unclear
that the car was stolen.
- The car was stolen.
Money was stolen.
So was my watch.
So was the pen my father gave
me when I graduated high school.
- But if he has a real
desire and not a kick...
- I'm not asking for special
favors so my son can wind up
high in some sh**ting gallery.
- The idea was that he'd
sign himself into detox.
- From which he could
also sign himself out!
And rob somebody or
worse so he could fix.
Now if he really has a desire
to stop, let him stop in jail.
For God sakes, Frank,
do you think this is easy?
- I'm sorry.
- Call my wife, please.
- Bail application for
defendant Pak, Miss Davenport.
- For recognizance, Your Honor.
The police reports are
persuasive as to self-defense.
People are charging on
the unlicensed firearm.
- No objection.
- You're released on
recognizance, Mr. Pak.
Your attorney will tell
you when to appear.
Nice sh*t.
- Docket J93194. Trenton
Moore, petty larceny.
- Person in the previous
case is the complainant?
- Yes.
- Mr. Pak has had a busy day.
- Your Honor, this arrest
was for the theft of a pear
and my client
offered restitution.
- Arresting officers present?
- I'm here, Your Honor.
I did hear the defendant
offer to pay, sir.
In my opinion, Your
Honor, this is not a case
where a parole
should be violated.
- You got an open
parole, Mr. Moore.
- I was at Whitcomb
Correctional.
- Well, I'm gonna follow
the recommendation
of the officers here.
Do not notify Parole Board.
I'm dismissing, Mr. Moore.
But, no, you do not wanna
make a return appearance
before me for a piece
of fruit or anything else.
- All right.
- Adjourned in
contemplation of dismissal.
- J9320, Lee Cleveland.
Narcotics paraphernalia,
felony theft,
reckless operation.
On for bail.
- Mr. Cleveland asks
permission to enroll
in Springwood
Detoxification Program.
- People ask
$20,000, Your Honor.
- Your Honor, I'd like to say,
uh, I know I have problems.
Uh, but, uh...
I been to my uncle's in
Rockford trying to kick.
Uh, but I really want to kick.
But I made a mistake.
And, uh, I would ask, uh...
If I would be allowed to kick
because if I could do detox,
then I... I'd like to try.
But if I could be brought
down on medication,
I... I think I... Oh... uh...
- All right.
- Uh, I apologize, I apologize.
- All right. $20,000 bond.
Now Mr. Cleveland, if that
auto theft charge is dropped,
Court would consider
a detox enrollment.
I think some apologies
and explanations
to family might
be in order, sir.
- Where they at?
My mother said she
was gonna try to be here!
- Call the next case.
- Wait a minute!
I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
Look, I can't kick like that!
- Next case?
- Please, wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
- Seems cold to me.
- Well, you figure Ozzie ought
to give the kid a medal or what?
- Please, what I'm
supposed to do?
- About what, Mr. Pak?
- All hate now.
- Isn't that pretty much
how you felt about
all of them, Mr. Pak?
- I was only angry at who
steal. I don't hate your people.
- Well, sir, if that's the case,
then why don't you try hiring
one of them boys out of the
neighborhood or something.
- Family work in store.
- Mr. Pak, don't you see
how that would show people
that you felt you were part
of the community down there?
- Hold it just a moment, Robert.
I think Mr. Pak can make
up his mind on this thing.
Can't you, sir?
- It's a good
investment, Mr. Pak.
- You better check out
your own personal cars
'cause Medallion's messed
with some of them, man.
- What?
- They messed with my
car, they're gonna be messing
with my tire iron.
- Hey, what'd they do?
- They sugared half the tanks.
- S.O.B.s put
glue in my ignition!
This is enough! Now
we got enough to move!
Let me see if your
car starts, Detective.
We might be walking home.
- Hi. No, I'm fine.
I just wanted to
ask you something.
I've seen these things
advertised where you could,
you know, you could
find that out at home
what you'll be asking
Dr. Hersch tomorrow.
- Hey, you guys coming in,
you better check your cars.
- You did? You mean,
you already bought it.
So will we take it tonight?
Oh, I'm very excited.
I love you.
I see you tonight. Bye.
- Mr. Stein said, "Give
some gypsies noise."
It was a little guy, that's all.
I mean, but I don't
blow someone up,
I don't care who tells me.
- Yeah, you got a mind
of your own, right, Benny?
- Maybe Central did it.
- You okay?
- Yep.
- Captain Eastland just phoned.
He has decided not
to change his plans.
He's going to stay retired!
- Well, all right!
- Congratulations,
Captain Calletano!
- Thank you. Excuse me.
I have to call my wife.
- Shouldn't Detective
Mayo sign in too?
- No. Detective Mayo
transferred to Midtown, Miss Craig.
- Could you initial here,
please, that you
went in by yourself?
- Okay.
Thank you.
We a team?
- I'm supposed to stay here.
- You know something?
I'm getting a little frosted.
See, I gotta inventory
this stuff for testimony.
I don't feel like
having you giving me
the greasy
eyeball while I do it.
- Look, I'm new. They
said go by the regs.
- Yeah. Well, this
is the real world, kid.
And the regs out here
are you give some slack
when somebody asks you.
- Return the envelope to me.
- Okay.
I didn't feel like doing it.
Maybe I'll do it another time.
- Could you wait while
I check it against the...
- It's all there.
It all checks out.
- Garibaldi?
You better hock
your crystal ball.
- What's up?
- My horse? Won. Paid $28 bucks.
- Congratulations.
- How deep are you in, Harry?
They got you stuck pretty good.
- Who says I'm stuck at all?
- I don't figure a guy bets half
his take-home to get ahead.
I figure he's
looking to get even.
- I'm stuck pretty bad.
I don't even know
how it happened.
- Okay, look. I been
around this block.
Whatever got you into
it, what you're doing now
is just chasing good
money after bad.
- Listen, J. D., if you
been here, then you know
this whole conversation's
a waste of time.
- Hey, ready?
- You don't have to
touch bottom, man.
- Hey, yo, Harry?
Wanna ride over with us?
- No, thanks. I
gotta meet someone.
Maybe I'll see you over there.
- Understand it was
your Chevy, Mick.
- Yep.
- Understand that Froebel
fellow just got blowed to death.
- Correct.
- Well...
- It's gotta be top five.
What do you think?
- Which?
- Worst ways to croak, being
blown into 80 different pieces.
- Nah, that ain't the worst
way. This way's quick.
It's efficient. You're gone.
You ain't got time...
- Do not start!
- Sorry.
- Sorry.
- Well, sir, you... yes, sir.
- Oh, please don't
croak on me, Mick.
- Thanks, Irwin.
Actually, I'm calling
about the commission.
Look, if you're
at all interested,
I'd love to see you first
thing in the morning.
Mm-hmm?
Well, your mother
was right, Irwin.
Can't hurt to listen. Good.
See you tomorrow.
- Irwin Bernstein for
Committee Counsel.
- What do you think?
- I think he'll be terrific.
Let's back up a
couple of steps, Furillo.
Congratulations
on the nifty offer.
- Thank you.
- You seem to be taking it.
- I think I should.
- I'm proud of you, Frank.
Isn't this how
Kennedy got started?
Kefauver?
- Joe McCarthy?
- Sure you don't want me to
come with you to the Kubiak?
- You hate the Kubiak.
- I like Ray at least.
- Ozzie?
- Mayor?
Meet you at the car.
- Now it's done.
Now I want you to prepare
for the consequences.
- I don't know what you mean.
- My wife bailed him out!
She made our son's
bail on the felony!
- Did he check into detox?
- He's gonna get
clean in Rockford.
She took him to the bus!
Now I want you to give
your people a description.
- Why?
- Because he's gonna get
off at the Decker Terminal.
He's gonna do whatever
he has to do to get high!
- Ozzie, I think I know
what you're feeling.
- You don't know
what I'm feeling.
You don't know the shame,
the sick fear you may be
responsible for
hurting innocent people.
- I can't have him
picked up, Ozzie.
Now without a new crime.
- All right, all right.
I know the
streets. I'll find him.
- Ozzie?
- Ladies and gentlemen...
- Talk! Just talk
loud! Don't talk into it!
- Why do we keep
coming back to this joint?
- Uh, can I have your
attention, please?
Ray, would you come
up here for a moment?
- Thanks, Henry.
Ray...
I would like to read what is
inscribed on this loving cup.
To Ray Calletano,
worthy in service.
Loyal in friendship.
Given in gratitude,
affection and respect
by his comrades at the Hill
Street Station 26 September.
We're gonna miss you, amigo.
- Hey, all right!
- Excuse me.
- Oh!
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Excuse me. I'm sorry.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Seems to be a
celebration in progress.
- You're exactly correct.
A colleague of mine
has been promoted.
- Oh, how delightful.
- Yes.
- Well...
- What?
- Sad, isn't it?
- What is?
- When you want
to grasp a moment
and you don't know how.
- How would you do that?
- Just grasp it.
- Come on! Get the ball!
- Come on, sh**t it!
- Put it up! Put it up!
You guys are weak! Weak!
- Say, Trenton?
- Hey, thanks for talking
for me in court this afternoon.
- I just called it
the way I saw it.
- Wanna hear something crazy?
Korean put up a
help wanted sign.
- You're kidding.
You gonna apply?
- He said I could.
Passed by, asked if I was gonna.
Thing is...
- What?
- Well, I can't add
too good, okay?
- Why don't I front
you for a calculator?
Just bring me some prices.
- Man, that's not
why I told you.
Look, I wasn't looking
for charity, okay?
- Charity is when you
don't expect to be paid back.
- I'll bring in the
prices tomorrow.
- Okay. Catch you later.
- See you, man.
- I wish my mother had lived.
- Tell me.
- I couldn't do it.
So now if you wanna sell
my note to the juice guys, fine.
You go ahead.
See, but you're making
a big mistake, Andy.
'Cause I'm paying every penny.
- You got that right.
- Oh!
- Meet your banker, Harry.
- What's your problem, pal?
- I don't get problems. I
get $200 every Tuesday.
Keeps you even.
- What does that mean?
It keeps you even?
- He means it keeps
you even, Harry.
Your debt doesn't go up.
- No. No good.
I'm not paying.
- Hey, Harry, you're
not that stupid.
- Oh, man, tough guy, big man.
- Judas Priest.
- Let's see what you got.
-I thought you're
such a big sh*t.
I thought you're
such a tough guy!
All right, now you
guys leave me alone.
Oh!
- Damn it!
Oh, Lewis!
Lewis!
- Oh, God!
- What's the matter with you?
- This the man that's
got the problem.
- Now you see?
You're gonna get a lot
of money out of him now.
- Get in the damn car!
- Officer...
Officer needs assistance.
06x02 - Hacked to Pieces
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The show chronicles the lives of the staff of a single police station located on Hill Street in an unnamed large city.
The show chronicles the lives of the staff of a single police station located on Hill Street in an unnamed large city.