- Did you see anything, ma'am?
- Wish all the junkies be dead.
- What's that foam
on their mouths?
- Some kind of seizure.
- Tell the lab I want to see
a tox scan, ASAP, all right?
Hey, hey, come here.
- Hey, what the beef?
I'm going to work.
- What is this, huh?
- A couple of ODs.
- You got a gimmick
on you, gypsy?
- Oh, man.
Hey, that's a brand
clean dinky, man.
That's how I keep
from infection.
- What's that crap
on their mouths?
- Cats did theirselves.
Hey, man, let me
go. I just got a job.
- Yeah, right.
Well, you write when
you get a promotion, huh?
Get that lab work.
- Right.
- Item 5, ongoings
and undercovers.
- Ohler and Echeverria
are countermen
at Black Frank's Sandwich
Oasis, 116 and Jefferson.
LaRue and Washington
continue theirs
at Sylvestri's
Emporium of Tattoos.
6, pairings.
Greg's got the flu.
- Yo, Renko, what do
you hear from Bobby?
- He's still down home.
His daddy's funeral
is this morning.
- 7, a hooker sweep,
Decker and 136.
- Oh, come on, Sarge.
- Move 'em again.
Division wants them back
off the major thoroughfare.
- Yeah, then they move
right back to VanBuren,
where they were last month.
- Musical whores.
- 8, as regards yesterday's
City Council interpretation
of Reg 333.c
Now, the council has
decided that all precincts,
as well as fire, sanitation,
human services,
and other city
government facilities,
are to be considered
public places.
Now, that means
that there's going to be
no smoking in this building
except in sanctioned areas
specifically designated.
- Oh, gee, I hope
dad doesn't catch me.
I won't get the
car this weekend.
- Violators are
subject to a $50 fine.
Now, look, I'm going to
allow it in the lavatories,
and we're going to cordon
off a special smoking section
over by the canteen.
Now, speaking
personal, I'm for anything
that helps people to cut down,
and that comes from a former
pack-and-a-half-a-day man.
Last, on a happier note,
Mick Belker and bride phoned.
They asked me to thank everybody
for the flowers that we
had delivered to them
up at the lodge.
Okay. Okay,
that's it. Let's roll.
They're getting away
out there. Come on.
Oh, wait a minute. Wait
a minute. One more thing.
Section C, this
A.M.'s "Tribune,"
the Captain's picture
addressing the Monsignor
Keller dinner last night.
Okay, that's it, let's roll.
- Nice looking fellow
addressing the local
power structure last night.
- Yeah, well, I told them
the more cops on the b*at,
the less crime in the streets.
- Catchy.
- Then I launched
into some real cliches.
- Frank, if you've got a moment,
could you witness my
mortgage signatures?
- Oh, sure. I'll
be in the office.
- Great, thanks.
Progress on the tattoo
undercover, fellas?
- Oh, yeah. We're all caught
up on our National Geographics.
- So far the creep's a
no-show, Lieutenant.
- What's the ID, he does a
robbery, then he gets a tattoo?
- Knocks over a
drug store, gets high,
comes in to get a tattoo.
That was our information.
- We're gonna give
it two more months,
then we're out of there.
- Sergeant?
- Yeah.
- Can I talk to you about
this no smoking thing?
- What is it, Ms. Patterson?
- Oh, it's just the fact
that I don't ask for much.
I just do my work, right?
- Right.
- But I really resent
being persecuted, all right?
I really resent
it. It's like Russia.
I smoke cigarettes, it makes
me a second-class citizen.
- Well, I don't know
whether they got no smoking
in Russia or not, Ms. Patterson.
- Sarge, I'm taking
an hour personal time.
- Right. You can
smoke in the Jane,
or you can over there
in the smoking section.
- Oh, great, the ghetto.
Oh, you guys are
disgusting, you know that?
- So go to bat for
us, Lieutenant?
- Why, so you can secondary
smoke years off my life?
You know what's
in those things, huh?
- Nicotine. I'm an addict,
and I deeply, deeply love it.
- Yeah, well, you ain't gonna
deeply, deeply love it so much
when you cough up something
and you realize it's your lung.
- Hey, give us a
break, Lieutenant.
A break, huh?
You want to hear about the break
the guy next to me in
the hospital wanted, huh?
Terminal emphysema.
He used to lie there going,
oh, please, Lord, k*ll me.
Please, Lord, k*ll me, huh?
I know kicking's
hard, but it's worth it.
Believe me, I did it. I got
the lungs of a Sherpa now.
But, hey, you want
to k*ll yourselves...
- I'll tell you
what'll k*ll you, fire!
- Go on, run away
from the truth, yeah.
Fire, oh, sure, that's
the easy way, yeah.
You smoke in bed,
you'll fall asleep,
and all of a sudden you're
a barbecued sparerib.
Hey! Hey! Hey, fire!
Hey, there's a fire in there!
- We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
See Surplus Store
corner of Peebles
Drive and 124th Street.
- I'm pretty good at science.
In biology this
year, I cut up a frog.
Some people got sick,
but I like studying
about organs and things.
- Did you make
the frog's leg twitch?
- With electric current.
Your science laboratory is good.
Lucy and me looked around
before my appointment.
- Lucy and I.
- I've enjoyed
meeting you, Fabian,
but I think that now Lucy and I
should have a few
minutes together.
- It was nice meeting you.
- Thank you.
- I hope I come to school here.
- You're a very nice young man.
- Thank you.
- I'll be right out, Fabe.
- Okay.
- He really is a
good kid, Sister.
- Mm-hmm. What is
your connection with him?
- Well, his father's dead,
and his mother
is not responsible.
She's a streetwalker
and a drug addict.
- Are you his legal guardian?
- I'm acting as
his guardian, right.
- I don't understand.
- Yes, I am acting
as his guardian.
- I don't mean to provoke you,
but are you saying that
you have legal authority...
- I thought I told you,
Sister, his father is dead.
His mother is a junkie whore.
His grandmother
can't keep up with him.
He wants to stay with
me, and I'm keeping him.
- I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
under the circumstances
we can't even consider
Fabian's application.
Application must be
made by the parent, or...
- The school has
always been the same.
- I'm sorry?
- St. Mary's always
had too many rules.
I could never breathe here.
- Lucille, I think you're
getting overwrought...
- I'm not overwrought, Sister.
I'm trying to get
the kid in school,
but that's not
gonna happen here.
We're out of here.
- Don't forget to have lunch.
- I won't.
- Maybe we can
get Joe to come over
and have dinner tonight, huh?
- She didn't think I
was smart enough?
- Malarkey. She
thought you were great.
There's just some problems
about transferring mid-semester.
- Gotta handle
this careful, Norm.
- I don't even know
if I'm gonna be in.
- You know, I was
upstate with this kid.
He misunderstood
an event up there.
I think he's got certain
suspicions about me.
- What do you got?
- It just so happens he was
incorrect about what happened.
- Come on, huh?
- All right.
So he approaches me
on the street yesterday.
He was in from
Seattle with a pal.
They're talking about
moving six lids of junk
and they want five large.
- 100 if it makes, all right?
- No, listen, Norman, wait.
I examined the stuff.
I wanted to give
you a full evaluation.
It's synthetic.
- See, I think the
party took a lab down
and didn't tell Bobby.
Bobby's telling me, oh,
it's righteous, Sidney.
It's easy four step.
Norman, you only step
on this stuff four times,
anybody who looks
at it is going to fall over.
- Is it possible
any's on the street?
- Yeah, yeah.
He might be moving some
for walking around money.
- Stay here. I want
to see my Captain.
- Norman, it's synthetics,
it's now, it's trendy.
Is there any possibility we
could go more than a yard?
- A deuce.
- A deuce.
Always ask.
- In regards to this no
smoking reg, Captain,
just to bring you up to speed...
- It's a pain.
- Yeah, well, it's causing
a lot of civil disturbance
amidst the men, pitting
man against man, et cetera.
Plus I understand
that on the street
we're getting a
lot of calls on this.
- We catch 'em, Stan,
we don't cook 'em.
- In other words,
the reg gets enforced.
- It's an ordinance, a law.
- What about
in-house violations?
- Try three warnings
per individual.
- Yeah, okay.
- Norm?
- Yeah, can I get to our
flash money, Captain?
I got a line on
some designer dope.
- I think we only
have about 650 bucks.
- That's okay. That'll make it.
- What are they asking?
- Five grand.
Hey, I'll give them
the bunch-show-mes.
- Which would be?
- Mexican bank roll.
Newsprint sandwich.
Captain, if we have
to go through Division,
they're gonna yank
our chains for a week.
I think this stuff's maybe
already circulating.
- This morning's ODs.
- There's a strong possibility.
The sellers don't
know what they got.
They're talking four steps here.
The junk could be
heroin times 60 or 80.
- Backups.
- Lots of 'em.
- So how'd Fabe's interview go?
- I gotta pull myself together.
- What's the matter?
- You know, I guess I think
it's gonna be like last time.
Go through all that
bureaucratic mess
and then find out in the end
that I'm not going to
be able to keep him.
So I've just been pretending
like I don't have to
do anything at all.
- All right. Just take it easy.
- Hey, Stan?
- Yeah.
- Can I have a
clarification, if you will?
Now, would a pipe and/or any
other non-inhaled instrument
be included in this, uh, in
this no smoking business?
- Pipes are included.
- Oh, Judas.
Next it'll be g*n control.
- Busting me for dating?
You ought to be
busting her for kidnap.
- Shut up.
- Talked to my mother
last night in Raleigh.
She said Fabian
come and stay with you.
- Come on.
- She got my son!
- Come on.
- She got my son, ask her...
- Okay. I want to talk
to her for a minute.
Nobody kidnapped Fabian.
He came to see me.
- And now you're keeping him.
- What do you care, Mrs. DeWitt?
You could have stayed with
him, you could have stayed clean.
You picked junk.
- You don't think
I care about him?
Why do you think I call there?
- Fabian says you
call his grandmother,
ask for bus fare to come back.
She wires it to you and
then you spend it on dope.
Maybe that's what
you were doing.
- What do you
want to do with him?
- Well, he's gonna live with
me, he's gonna go to school.
- Ain't unless I say so.
- Mrs. DeWitt, I'm not
backing down like last time.
I'll have him go and
stay with his grandmother.
Court won't give him to you.
- Why you doing this?
What do you want?
- You want Fabian, you
better take care of me.
You take care of
me, I'll let him go.
You gonna take care of me?
- Thanks.
- Hey, what's the story?
- Lucy, you got
backup on a 2-11.
- Are you all right?
- Let's go.
- So what did she want?
- She wants to sell him to me.
- Reggie was your dad?
- Yeah. Yeah, he was.
- He used to go with you
and buy candy in the store?
- When he had money, sure.
Some days, Mikey, he
didn't have money though.
- I liked your dad.
- Hey, champ, how about
grabbing some of those cold cuts
before they're
all gone, all right?
- All right.
- Come say goodbye
to Mr. Birdwell.
- Oh, Mr. Birdwell.
- Good to see you, Robert.
- Mighty fine ham,
sir. Thank you.
- Oh, Bobby, you got a second?
Somebody I want you to meet.
- Mrs. Bethel, could
you just wait one second?
- It won't take long.
Otherwise, she's leaving.
Renee? Come here, sweetheart.
You remember
Bobby Hill, don't you?
Bobby, this is my
daughter Renee.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- No, not... Becky's sister?
You mean the little
fireplug Renee Bethel
from across the street?
- Yeah.
- Wow.
- You know, the
last time I saw you
was at some All
City basketball game,
and you scored so many points.
I remember you got a
big trophy at the end,
and then you went out
with my big sister Becky.
- How is she?
- Becky?
- Mm-hmm.
- Married, two kids.
- And you?
- No, I'm still in school.
- This is unbelievable.
The last time I saw you,
you were seven years old.
- The kitchen is
stacked up with trash.
Could you make
a run to the dump?
- Oh, sure, in a minute.
- It's all right. I
was just leaving.
- You look great.
- Would you like some company?
- Yeah, sure.
Come on.
- I don't believe it.
She wants money to
make you his guardian?
That's got to help
your case, Luce.
If anything, it
proves she's unfit.
- What do you think?
- Maybe.
- All you gotta do is go
to the foster authorities
and tell them what she said,
and it's gotta strengthen
your case for getting Fabian.
- It might.
- Well, when are
you gonna do it?
When are you gonna
go tell them what she did?
- I don't know.
- Please, ladies and gentlemen,
back away, please.
- They hit him with
no reason, man.
He had already
given him the money.
He hit him like this
with the butt of a g*n.
- You got the primary covered?
- Yeah.
- We're gonna take perimeter.
- Good. Yeah.
- You know, you're
starting to worry me now.
- About what?
- Because I think
you're thinking about
doing what his mother wants.
- Excuse me, ma'am.
Did you see what
happened down there?
- Yes. I saw the man run away.
- Well, can you give
me a description then?
How about that?
- Yes.
- Am I wrong?
- He was...
- Just a second.
Joe, why don't you
take care of this
gentlemen right here,
get from a statement from him?
- Just tell me if I'm wrong.
- So how well did you see him?
- I saw his face.
He was a white guy
with straggly hair.
- All right, anybody see
what went down here?
- And tall, leather jacket.
- Hmm, I'll check the wire.
- Yell up what I'm
saying if it's working.
- Coffee?
- Hey, thanks, Terry.
Be right back.
- Oh, cream, please.
- Oh, I don't know.
Somebody's mama spoiled him.
- I was her favorite little boy.
You feel it, don't you, Ter?
- Feel what?
- This tremendous
sexual buzz between us.
- You got a head injury.
- We can't till the
undercover is over.
- Can't what?
- Make it.
No matter how
much we both want to,
not till we pop this
dude and close down.
Company rules.
- What happens
when the girl says yes?
You head south?
- Mm-mm. Definitely not.
- I wish your
friend weren't here.
- Yeah, Neal
hasn't said anything.
I hope the batteries ain't dead.
- If you need 'em, I
got some in a vibrator.
- Shame on me for
what I'm thinking.
- Shame on me for
what I'm thinking.
- It hasn't changed that much.
- Dozier's changed totally.
Ice cream isn't
homemade anymore,
and singles cost 35 cents.
- I don't remember singles.
- They didn't have singles
when you were growing up?
You are a lot older than me.
- Oh.
- Dozier's singles
with the licorice inside?
- No.
So where you nursing at?
- At Hope,
but I have applications
in for schools up north.
- I sure wish you'd come
to my neck of the woods.
- I applied to Mercy General.
- No kidding.
- It's like second on my list.
- Renee, um...
- What?
- I really like you.
- I like you, Bobby.
What?
Now, if you're gonna say that
I'm so young, I'm too young,
the little girl who
was your fire hydrant
or whatever that
was that you said...
- Fireplug.
- Well, whatever it was.
- Uh-huh.
This is unbelievable.
On the day of Reggie's funeral.
Plus the girl next door.
- Across the street.
- Descriptions coming
in on this liquor store 2-11
are matching our
pharmacy thief, Captain.
Maybe he's branching out.
- You better notify
Neal and J.D.
They're gonna be
getting some business.
How are you doing
on the smoking?
- Pretty good on compliance,
but I wouldn't say that the
working atmosphere was so great.
- Back in an hour.
I'll be at Division
Chief's office.
- Right.
Ah, Lucy.
There's a pros
waiting to see you.
- DeWitt?
- Garden level.
- That's completely illegible.
- What?
- Under purpose of disbursement.
- Drug buy. You can't read that?
- I'm not paid to
be a translator.
- Hey, how about signing
about the flash money
and save the stone
crushing, huh, Ms. Patterson?
- You are just
what I need today,
exactly what the doctor ordered.
First these morons'
smoking regulations.
- That's a violation.
- I don't care.
- Just give me the buy money.
- Aren't you gonna
bust me, Lieutenant?
- Give me the dough.
- Come on, Mr. Big sh*t.
Come on, Mr. Never Calls Back.
- You're lucky I'm busy.
- Ah, Frank, come in, come in.
- Chief.
- You're a gifted man, Frank.
Let's sit over there.
You know, if I help a senior
citizen across the street...
Sit, sit.
The next day the papers
say, Daniels elbows old people.
Whereas you make an
openly partisan speech...
- We're talking about
the Keller dinner?
- I've gotten a
very attractive offer
from the private sector, Frank.
I wonder if you'd
consider shutting up
long enough for
my recommendation
that you succeed me,
not to look like a cave in.
Surprised?
- Well, I didn't exactly
walk in here expecting this.
- I think the combined
support of Daniels
and the reformers dilettantes
would come pretty close to
foreclosing Ozzy's options.
- Certainly food for thought.
- Food for thought?
Frank, I'm offering to
endorse you for Chief of Police.
I wouldn't think that two
weeks of radio silence
is too stiff a price.
- Well, I'm very
grateful, Chief,
but I don't know
if I want the job.
- My God, they got to you.
- Nobody got to
me. I'm just not the...
- It's all there in black
and white, isn't it, Frank?
Graham Wells
behind you on the dais,
Ozzy behind the
eight-ball downtown.
- What is that supposed to mean?
I'm making the
decisions about my future.
- Meaning Wells hasn't talk
to you about the Mayoralty?
What are you choosing
between at the moment, Frank?
Evasion and a straight out lie?
- Yes, I've spoken to him.
That doesn't mean he
wants me to run for mayor
or that I would if he did.
It doesn't mean
I'm not interested
in being Chief of Police.
It's just a lot to think about.
- Think about it, Frank.
Choose what's best for you.
- If you'll give me
a couple of days,
that's what I'd like to do.
- It's just with all
your speechifying
about the needs
of the Department,
I'd have thought your
choice would be a little easier.
- Is the weekend time enough?
- The weekend's fine.
Tell Joyce it's a
lovely likeness.
- Creep stink.
- Got it.
- Three white guys
on the street, fellas.
- That move on stuff looks good.
- Uniforms on a
three-block circuit
give us a little lead time.
- Come on.
Remember, the money's short.
- You've really
gotta sell the bust.
- Hey, hey, did you
hear what I said?
- Yeah, I heard what you
said. The money's short.
I'm not gonna let
him make a count.
Did you hear what I said?
- Don't worry, we'll bang you
around a little bit, Sid, huh?
They'll believe
the bust, all right?
- Hey, listen, this kid, I
used to snitch upstate.
I really don't want to get
made and become a felon.
- Back booth.
- Yeah, right.
Hey, fellas. Bobby.
- Sid.
What's happening, man?
- Bobby, this is
my friend Norman,
and this gentleman
I do not know.
- This is Darnell.
- Darnell. Darnell,
how you doing?
- Okay.
- Okay.
Norman's my bank at the moment.
- Your bank, huh, Sid?
What's he paying you for?
- Look, let's straighten
this out right now.
You contacted me.
I told you I was
a little bit short,
I might have to bring in a bank.
Now, if you don't
trust me, Bobby,
maybe we should forget
about the whole thing, huh?
- No, I trust you...
about as much
as I trust anybody.
- Look, Sid said
5,000 for six ounces.
- Yeah, powerful stuff.
Take a four step easy.
- Let's do business.
- Then why don't you
show us some money?
- No problem.
- Put that right back
in your pocket, Norm.
Bobby, don't insult
our relationship.
You count the bread
when he sees the stuff.
- We stashed across the street.
Come on.
- What's this now?
- Where's the dope at?
- Hey, who you
talking to, blood?
- Yeah, you sold dope
to my brother last night.
- Hey, bartender, you
got a problem customer.
- Garbage put my
brother in the hospital.
Give up the junk you sold him.
- Wait, what are you
talking about, fool?
- Come on, blood,
what are you doing?
- What's going on?
- It's going wrong.
- Should we go in?
- No, wait.
- Oh, jeez.
- You guys here to do business
with him? You come to cop?
- We don't have the slightest
idea what you're referencing.
- Yeah, 'cause I'm staying
and I'm following you
and when I find out
where you hid the stash,
I'm taking care of the dope.
- Look, you say
the stuff's good.
- That's the go-word. Come on.
- Norm, I'm sorry
about the commotion.
- I don't care how
good the stuff is,
because this here is
strictly amateur hour.
- Ts, fella.
- Look you don't have to
follow us anywhere, Country,
because the only place
we're going is home.
- Listen, why don't you
straighten this out
with your friend.
I'll get back to you later.
I'll try to keep him on board.
Hold on, Norm.
- You got some very
professional friends here, Sid.
- Full uniforms
and he calls you in.
Big guy's in
there lousing it up.
Say you're from
the Liquor Authority.
Bust him on a disorderly.
- Want me to take
the dealers, too?
- No, they're not holding.
We'll lose the dope.
- Hey, angry citizen.
- Shut up.
- I'm silent. I'm mute.
I'm only pointing out
you can make as careful
plans as you want...
- That's not mute, Sidney.
- I'm expressing nervous energy.
- Pussycats don't
wear underwear.
- You know who I think is
getting the embroidery, Neal?
I think he said Darla
that works Decker.
- Next time I want a mouse.
- It is. That's Darla.
- Okay, we'll put the
mousey right there.
We'll have him running
away and looking scared.
- Ooh.
- That's a good idea.
- Careful, babe.
- What is it, Dr. Ruth?
- Hey, look, I dig
Terry. It's just...
- You think she's
trouble, she's a fence.
She's only a part-time fence.
- She's different kind of
folks, J.D., and you know it.
- You know, I'm not
falling for her, Neal.
We're just gonna make it.
We're gonna have an
incredibly fast and hot,
tremendously satisfying,
meaningless experience.
- Mm-hmm.
- I mean it.
If that guy'd ever show up.
- Fellas.
- Great, the snake.
I was afraid he might be lost.
- Aw, come on, she's
a sweet little snake.
- Mm-hmm.
- Did I interrupt something?
- No, no. I was
just lying to Neal.
- Excuse me, no
parking here, sir.
- Oh, um...
I'm a cop.
- Hey, no kidding.
I know guys in your department.
Phil Ramsey, he's in
Polk Street precinct.
- Polk Avenue.
I don't know the man.
- Oh. Tommy Bridges?
I think he's Highway Patrol.
I met him at a convention
in Richmond last year.
- Is that right?
- Yeah.
- No, I don't know
Tommy Bridges either.
- Well, look, you
want to park...
you're gonna be more private
up the road a couple
of hundred yards,
the road off to the dump.
- Yeah, well, we
were going that way.
- Well, I hope you get there.
- I guess we ought
to be getting back
to my Aunt's pretty soon anyway.
What?
What's the matter?
- You're going back tonight.
- What's this here,
Ms. Patterson?
- This is what you
bureaucrats force people into.
- Very ingenious fire
hazard. Now take it down.
- I can't stay in
the smoking area
because I have
to work over here.
Now, the cigarette
is actually over there.
It's only brought
over here for one puff.
- Second warning, Ms.Patterson.
- One puff.
- Second warning.
- People selling poison
put my brother in the hospital
and you're here hassling me?
- This isn't a hassle, Otis.
You're a parolee.
If I sign this disorderly
conduct complaint,
you're going away.
- The other two guys in that bar
sold my brother dope last night.
It nearly k*lled him.
- Did you see the sale? You
want to make the charge?
- I know they sold it to him.
- In other words,
you didn't see it.
- I was a junkie for 11 years.
I don't have to
be in the bathroom
to know they moved to him.
- But we have to be there
in order to arrest 'em and
get something to use in court.
- So you're saying you're
trying to arrest them two.
- That's police business.
I'm not allowed to
discuss that with you.
I don't want to sign
this complaint, Otis,
but I need to know
you're not going back
to the Pine Tree Inn
and make more trouble.
- I cleaned my life up.
I'm trying to help my
brother keep hisself clean.
He's still sick with
that stuff they sold him.
- Go back to the hospital,
be with your brother.
Let us do our jobs.
- I can't find Buntz.
You working with him today?
- Yeah. He's not
available right now.
- Lab report.
- Stan?
- Yeah.
- You have to know,
I'm helping a hooker
make her bail arrangements.
- Okay.
- Ms. Davenport, you
have Vivian DeWitt, right?
- One of my most
loyal customers.
- Well, will you do this for me?
Give this to her.
It's for her bail.
I need to help her get out,
and then I have to talk to her.
- The big guy's gone?
- He pretty much
agreed to cooperate.
- Wait, what did you tell him?
You didn't tell him it
was a police operation?
- No, I didn't.
- Otis isn't going
to see these dealers
before we move on them anyway.
- Hey, look, I got a certain
amount of exposure here.
I'd just as soon you weren't
advertising to the public.
- The work up on
those scrod junkies.
This stuff's about as
healthy as an H b*mb.
Immediate and
long-term toxicity,
seizures, Parkinsonism.
- Hey, nobody said
addiction is a picnic.
Tick tock, guys.
I said we'd get
back to them at 4:00.
- All right. Calm down, huh?
- Sure, no problem.
- Okay, this is the
associational part
of your sexometer chart.
Now, you say the first
word that pops into your mind
when I say carrot.
- Celery.
- Uh, fire hydrant.
- Dog.
- Chrysler Building.
- Desoto.
- All of the above.
- John LaRue's shorts.
- Oh, God, Terry.
- Hey, baby, Leo's back.
- And ain't he looking good.
- Oh, yeah. You're
looking so nice.
And who's the dude?
- Just somebody I'm
buying some equipment from.
Hey, you mind
waiting downstairs?
I won't be long.
- No problem.
- Hey, real good sportsmanship.
- You feeling right?
- Oh, yeah.
And I'm gonna need a
very special two today,
'cause I'm celebrating Mardi
Gras going on in my head.
- Is that right?
Were you a little wild thing?
- Uh-huh. Very wild.
Check this out.
- Leo, that is a
cannon you got there.
You show that to
some people today?
- Maybe just to see
the look in their eyes.
- Hey, lay back, relax.
Maybe I'll give you a... mermaid
with a nice, long tail today.
- Oh, I deserve a mermaid
because I've been a big boy.
A big boy with a big score.
- Go for it.
Come on, baby, time and place.
- Did you do somebody?
Man, Leo, you gotta be careful.
- Who said that I did somebody?
Now, what's all these questions?
- Well, I just don't
want you in any trouble.
- You wouldn't be thinking about
dropping a dime when I
leave, would you, Terry?
- Oh, what are
you talking about?
- I'm talking about a
whole lot of questions.
Maybe you gonna turn me in, huh?
- Stop it. That hurts.
Okay, look, forget it.
I was just trying
to be friendly.
- The hell with it.
- That ain't friendly.
Only gonna make a liar
out of me, huh, bitch, huh?
- Freeze! Police!
You're under arrest.
- He's dead, babe.
- Oh... oh... oh...
Oh, you jerks.
You sh*t Salome.
Are you all right?
Oh, come on, baby. Come on.
- Come on, Ter,
we'll take him to a vet.
- Oh, get away from
me. You sh*t her.
- We didn't mean to.
We were trying to protect you.
- I don't think it was
John's fault, Terry.
I think it was
my b*llet got her.
- Both of you cops,
you k*lled my snake.
Salome's dead.
- I'm getting a
real bad feeling.
- Calm down.
- These guys want
to move their product.
They don't show,
there's only one reason.
- How'd that Bobby
sound on the phone
when you went to reconnect?
- Fine. For what?
They make me for a snitch, Norm,
they ain't exactly
gonna advertise.
- Take it easy.
- Will you quit saying that?
You ain't the one who's
gonna need surgery.
- All right, we're
shutting down in here.
Go out the back. I'll
meet you in the car.
- We got that, 2202?
We got a wrap here.
- Right there, Otis.
- My brother's dead.
- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, he seized up and d*ed.
It was some kind of poison.
- Synthetic heroin. Look,
Otis, what are you doing here?
Where you going?
- I live up here,
man. Let me go.
- Hey, look, there's
nobody in there, okay?
- I say I live up here.
- I don't believe you.
- And I don't believe
that nobody's in there.
- Otis, damn it!
Otis, you jerk. Now
I gotta bust you.
I gotta bust your parole.
- Hey, what is this?
What's the problem
here, Lieutenant?
- Ex-con with a g*n.
- My brother d*ed. Junk
of those people k*lled him.
- Look, those guys said
their stash is across the street.
Let's see if the bartender
knows where they were staying.
I'll take care of this guy.
- He hasn't been
read his rights, Norm.
- All right, I got it.
Well, you're a slow
learner, aren't you, pal, huh?
Come on, get up. Come on!
Let's go.
- Hey. Hey!
- Hey!
Oh, this is wonderful.
Now I gotta ride shotgun
to the paddywagon?
You don't understand.
I'm in trouble, Norm.
- Calm down. Shut up, huh?
You're gonna hit me in the eye.
- That's your third warning
here, Ms. Patterson.
- What's that supposed
to mean, third warning?
- You know, you got
an attitude problem
as well as a health
problem, Ms. Patterson.
- So string me up,
okay? Hang me. Gas me.
I'm a smoker. It's
part of who I am.
- So is a $50 fine and
a mark in your jacket.
- Would you...
- I'm crucified.
I'm bleeding.
- Let's not be
getting blasphemous.
You know, it's a rule
of law, Ms. Patterson.
We all gotta live by it.
- Plus, long term, it
might do you some good.
- No, I don't have
to live with it, you do.
You know, I'm sick of
this fascist cesspool.
I'm leaving, quit, gone.
White-haired old lady.
- Jablonski.
Yes, Norman.
What?
Yeah, but you're okay.
Yeah, I'll get out an APB.
Presumed armed
and dangerous. Right.
Ms. Patterson... Oh, damn it.
Melvin?
Melvin, Lieutenant Buntz
just had a prisoner
escape on him.
A guy who was here
in custody earlier.
Get his paper so we can get
his name and get out an APB.
- The perp's name is
Otis Foster, 368-245.
- Presumed armed and dangerous.
Jablonski. Yeah.
No kidding.
Yeah, well, thanks for the word.
- Sarge...
- City Council just
reinterpreted Reg 333.c
We're not included.
- Do you want me to
go get Celeste back?
- No. No, let her go.
She wasn't that
happy here anyway.
- Looks like those dealers from
your undercover, Lieutenant.
- Is that right?
- Yeah. It's a
pleasant sight, ain't it?
Is your eye okay?
- Yeah. The guy, he hit
me when he escaped.
- Very delicious.
- You know, Joe,
I probably would like
public school better anyway.
I don't think I can get
used to wearing no uniform.
- You know, I think you'd
look very cute in a uniform.
- A uniform don't
help your looks.
- Hey, watch that.
Where you going?
- Uh, ice cream.
I'll be right back.
- Luce, I just
brought ice cream.
- Yeah, but not
strawberry, okay?
That's Fabian's favorite
kind, so it's his party.
I'll be back in a minute.
Don't wreck the place, huh?
- Thanks for making my bail.
- How much?
- You don't have
to come on so hard.
I'm thinking about what's best
for everybody, same as you.
- You're just thinking
about staying high.
- I need $2,000 cash.
Then you can have Fabian.
- I don't know if I can
get that much cash.
- I ain't about to
argue with you.
That's what I need
to take care of myself.
- Even if I can find that much,
how am I gonna know
that you're not gonna
come back looking for more?
- I'd sign papers.
You'd be his guardian.
Then you will never
see me no more.
- It better go that way,
because if you try to hit
on me for more money,
I'll make trouble for you
like you won't believe.
You hear me?
- I ain't deaf.
- I gotta call my credit union.
I gotta think about this.
You can call me up
tomorrow, I'll let you know.
- Let's hear it, Furillo.
- There was a time what
Daniels offered me today
would have capped
every ambition I ever had.
I'm wondering
if it shouldn't still.
- Hello? Yeah.
Oh, hi, Graham.
Well, it was very gratifying.
I didn't know that many
people still read the papers.
Joyce is right here.
I'll check with her.
Are we free on the 15th?
- Of which month?
- The 15th is fine, Graham.
No, she's looking forward.
Well, sure. Yeah.
Of course. We'll
talk beforehand.
Of course not.
Good night.
- The illustrious Mr. Wells.
- The thing about Graham
is, everything is we.
We have to start
thinking about this.
We have to cultivate that.
- Where are we
going on the 15th?
- He wants us for dinner.
- What?
- Nothing.
It's just the way you said it,
it sounds like he
wants to eat us.
- I have lost women by
drinking, by lying, by cheating.
I have never lost a woman
because I sh*t her snake.
- That's the excitement
of cop work, lover.
You see something new
every day of the week.
- You got an inappropriate
sense of humor.
Now, there was a
deep sensual attraction
between me and that woman.
- All I know is, I
never liked that snake.
The Phantom of the Opera.
- Oh, funny, huh?
Yeah, I got this silly hang up
with trying to keep my face
attached to the rest of my body.
- Quit worrying, Sid.
Your two pals
are off the roster.
- Bobby and Darnell?
What happened?
- Somebody croaked them.
- Would I be wrong in guessing
that it was a certain
large colored person?
- It's still being investigated.
Here. There's only 50 there.
- Yeah, and I bet the
other buck and a half
went for plane fare, am I right?
- What, are you writing a book?
- Lieutenant. Lieutenant.
- Excuse us, Sid.
- I was just leaving.
This is a stand up individual.
- Take off.
- Good night.
- So, what's doing, Lieutenant?
- Protect your man, Norm?
- What do you mean?
- All we could do was bust him.
Sid gets made, that's
not good enough.
- I'm not following you.
- Don't insult me, Norm.
You let Otis escape.
Did you tell him
where he could look
for Bobby and Darnell,
or did you just
hope he'd find them?
- Look, the man hit me
in the eye, he got away.
If you're asking am I sorry
these two guys are dead
and my informant's
protected, the answer is no.
Don't do that.
- I don't care what you
do when I'm not around.
If I'm part of it, I
want to know the play.
- My mistake.
- Your mistake.
- If I don't get into Mercy,
I'm gonna apply to
every nursing school
within 100 miles of you.
- You better.
- I feel like we kissed
inside a church today.
- You know what the best
thing about Reggie Hill was?
Well, he had a lot of faults,
but I think he would have
been happy for me today.
I never felt so much
like Reggie as I do today.
- Call?
- Absolutely.
Right away.
- All aboard, folks.
Train leaving in two minutes.
All aboard.
- Go. Go.
06x14 - Scales of Justice
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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.