- I don't believe it.
- What?
I just bought new batteries for this
radio and they've gone sour already.
Don't worry about it. We'll stop up
ahead, get you some new batteries.
No rush. Listen to the car radio.
Hey, come on, like I said,
we'll stop up ahead
and we'll get you some batteries.
I can't believe it.
Another poor cop has been
been brought up on charges.
- Big uproar from the community.
- Maybe there's a reason for it.
Just because you're an ex-cop
doesn't mean everybody's perfect.
Come on,
don't give me that, will you?
I mean, a -year-old kid
pulls a g*n on a cop in an alleyway.
So the cop sh**t him.
They find out later
the kid's g*n wasn't loaded.
I mean, what's the cop
supposed to do?
Maybe he could have
talked him out of it,
- got him to put the g*n down.
- Oh, yeah.
- By then he'd been an angel, like you.
- You just said the g*n wasn't loaded.
It's easy to say now. You weren't
standing in the alleyway with that kid.
I mean, if there's any fault here,
it belongs to that kid.
I mean, when you were young, did you
ever think about talking back to a cop,
let alone pulling a piece on him?
No. All I'm saying is there might have
been a better way to handle it.
God, I wish you had to be a cop
for a while.
You'd look at this thing different,
believe me.
Well, maybe you're right.
Oh, I forgot the radio.
Oh, hey, I'm sorry. After you.
Oh, no, go ahead.
While we're stopped,
I'm gonna get some doughnuts.
Yeah, take your time.
Hi.
Can I help you?
Yeah.
Yeah, you can help me.
Just give me your--
Give you what?
Nothing. Never--I--
Never mind, I--
- How you doing?
- Oh, fine, fine. Will this be it?
No, actually,
I need some batteries for this.
- Help! Don't sh**t!
- No. I don't know where I got this.
Take it all, take everything.
Don't sh**t.
Jonathan! Jonathan!
- Don't sh**t. Don't sh**t.
- Oh, no. Oh, God.
- Jonathan. Jonathan.
- Freeze.
Drop the g*n.
- This?
- Drop it.
He tried to rob me.
He tried to rob me.
I don't suppose you'd believe me
if I told you an angel did this.
You wanna plead insanity, pal,
that's up to you.
Excuse me.
Officer Smith.
That's Gordon, Waterton Division.
Well, what's going on here?
My partner picked up on that junkie
in the car over there.
When he passed him going
into the store, he slipped his piece out.
His prints will be on it.
I'm sure he's on the sheet.
He's your collar if you want him.
We were just passing through.
Okay, thanks.
- Sorry for the mistake, Gordon.
- No problem.
Out of the car. Move it.
Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Hands on the hood.
Well, that was cute.
Where'd you get the ID?
Same place you got yours.
Why would he give us
an assignment like this?
- You asked him for it.
- I did not ask him for it.
I said,
"God, I wish you had to be a cop--"
What do you listen to me for?
I'm just a person.
Partner?
You are gonna be my partner
in a black-and-white unit?
Oh, no, no Jonathan.
Tell you, it just wouldn't work.
Why? What's the big deal?
Well, you're an angel, not a cop.
That's what the big deal is.
Jonathan, I love you like a brother.
We have been through
all kinds of stuff together,
but this is different.
Why?
Well, because.
Because your partner is your lifeline.
He's your-- He's your backup.
You might do everything perfect,
but if your partner screws up,
it's adiós.
Now, no offence, Jonathan.
This is something I know more about
than you do, and I say no way, Jose.
I don't think we have much choice.
This order didn't come
from the Police Department,
it came from the boss.
Well, no offence,
but I think he's making a mistake.
- You wanna tell him that?
- I don't wanna tell him. You tell him.
You're the angel around here.
Oh, come on, Jona--You don't know
the first thing about being a cop.
Try me.
You wouldn't understand
what they're saying on the radio.
- Try me.
- All right, I will.
- What's Code ?
- Robbery.
Oh, well, big deal.
You could have heard that on TV.
What's Code -Charles?
Vehicle and-or occupant
wanted in a felony,
considered armed and dangerous.
Standard-issue weaponry.
Model Smith & Wesson,
. calibre, -inch revolver.
What kind of a*mo?
Hundred and twenty-five-grain
Plus P, semi-jacketed,
flat-nosed soft point, sir.
- Code .
- No such thing.
- You mind if I borrow your razor?
- Right, right.
- Code .
- Your favourite. Meal break.
I'll be darned.
An angel for a partner.
That might not be so bad after all.
- Hey, what time you got?
- A little after .
We got plenty of time.
Roll call's not till .
- What are you doing that for?
- Doing what?
Shaving.
I don't know.
I've never done that before.
Montoya, Perez, Reese, Rosetta,
Rice, Rindles, Segrum,
Smith, Tomasino.
Good morning, Mendoza,
glad you could join us.
- I've signed your overtime sheet.
- Thanks, Sergeant Leonard.
Yeah, now we'll both go to jail.
Here's a sheet on a guy
who's wanted for m*rder.
They think he's up here.
Pass those around.
Hey, this guy looks like Errol Flynn,
doesn't he?
Hey, any of you guys interested
in the intramural softball game?
No.
Good. No, softball's
a sissy game anyway.
- Oh, yeah? What do you play, sarge?
- Bench press, sucker.
One final piece of business.
We have two new pukes.
Smith and Gordon, take a bow.
Okay, boys and girls,
let's rock 'n' roll.
- Glad to have you here, man.
- Yeah, thanks a lot.
See you later.
Take it easy out there.
We're not looking for heroes.
- I've been around the block, sarge.
- I'm talking to your friend here.
Yes, sir.
I'm not gonna make any fuss of it,
but I think you should
trim your hair a bit.
It could slow you down
when you're running.
- Yes, sir.
- This guy can fly, sarge.
Oh, really?
How's Sergeant Winnofsky doing?
We read about it in the paper.
The best he can.
He has a -year-old kid of his own,
you know.
Hey, he did what he had to do.
Have you ever put a kid down?
No.
Then you don't know.
Let's go.
- This darn thing won't stop bleeding.
- What's that?
My finger. I cut it putting the blade
in the razor this morning.
How could you cut yourself?
You're an angel. Angels don't bleed.
I guess he wants me to go through
this assignment without the stuff.
No protection?
Right. I mean, how else am I gonna
know what it's like to be a cop?
You mean I am gonna be riding
with you and you're just a guy?
Hey, Gordon.
What's taking you guys so long?
I said let's shake it.
Yeah, well, he cut himself, sarge.
Oh, what a shame, he cut himself.
Look, sarge,
you don't seem to understand.
I do understand.
Now, if you want,
kiss it and make the boo-boo better.
But do that on your own time
and not the department's.
So let's shake it.
Jona--
Yeah.
Jonathan, you're sure
you're up to this?
- Mark, will you stop worrying?
- I can't stop worrying.
You haven't been an earthly
in a long time.
Look, I know as much as any
rookie cop could know. I'll be fine.
Listen, buddy,
what I'm talking about is instincts.
Not cop instincts,
human survival instincts.
You cannot react like an angel
on the streets.
Just because a man is a policeman
doesn't mean he can't
have compassion for people.
Tell me something. You gonna be able
to drop somebody if you have to?
What do you mean?
I mean sh**t somebody
before they sh**t you.
- I don't know. I hadn't thought about it.
- Oh, great. Just great.
Let me ask you.
How long were you a policeman?
Fifteen years.
In those years, how many
people did you have to sh**t?
Okay, okay. But you never know
when one's gonna pop up.
Any unit in the vicinity
of th and Argyle
respond to a at Argyle.
See the manager, Mrs. Krebbs.
Code .
You told me
crooks didn't get up this early.
All we need to start the day,
a burglar with a work ethic.
Baker responding
to the on Argyle.
Let's go, hit it.
What do you mean, "It's terrible"?
I know it's terrible.
What have we got, sarge?
This lady's apartment was burglarized.
One of them got away.
He tied sheets together,
climbed down and jumped.
We put out
a description on him already.
You know, I got a feeling
one of them's still in there.
- What makes you think so?
- I'm Mrs. Krebbs. I'm the manager.
And Miss Alexander here
was across the hall in my apartment.
We live on the th floor.
And we both were watching
that game show on the television.
The Fortune on the Wheel.
- Wheel Of Fortune.
- Whatever.
And Poopsie heard some noise
and ran across the hall
to see what it was, I guess.
- Did Poopsie get a look at them?
- I don't know, maybe.
- Well, can we talk to Poopsie?
- Poopsie is a dog, officer.
Did you ever hear of a human
called Poopsie?
Don't they give IQs
to you people down there?
Clara, he's only trying to help.
Well, let him help
and stop asking stupid questions.
We heard noise
even after that first one jumped.
- You didn't see anyone?
- Didn't see anyone.
The door was locked just like I left it.
I could have been k*lled.
I could have been k*lled, or worse.
Lady, why don't you calm down?
Calm down? Do you understand
what I have been through?
Ladies, ladies, ladies.
Stay here and cover the front
in case he come out the window.
Mendoza, you take the fire escape
and check the roof.
We'll go inside the apartment.
Everybody switch over to Channel ,
all right? Let's go.
- Oh, there he is.
- Oh, my little Poopsie.
- Oh, my baby.
- Inside.
Let's go inside the apartment,
please.
- Go inside.
- Baby.
Inside. Inside.
- Smith.
- Yeah.
- Your g*n.
- What?
Your g*n. What are you gonna do,
spit on him?
Yeah.
Gordon.
Now, come on, put your g*n down.
Look, I don't wanna sh**t you. Look.
See, I'm putting my g*n down.
Now, go on, put yours down, please.
Please put it down.
Nothing.
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
I could have gotten you k*lled in there,
you know.
But you didn't.
You know, Mark,
I looked in his eyes, I...
I was trying to find
some kind of feeling.
He would have shot me.
Yeah, buddy.
He would have shot you.
I'll make us a nice glass of tea
and you'll feel better.
Feel better-?
Lord in heaven, look at my door.
Ma'am, you wanna look around,
see if anything's missing?
Oh, I think they took your radio,
Clara.
- Can you describe the radio?
- Who cares about the radio?
Look at my door and the moulding.
I can't afford to pay for that.
Yeah, I know, ma'am,
but the door was locked.
Of course it was locked.
I lock it to keep the burglars out.
There was a burglar in there.
We didn't have any choice.
Did you ever see these before?
These were invented
so men like you don't go around
kicking in doors
to get into apartments.
If you don't have any insurance,
you can recover the damages--
I'll recover it all right. I'll recover it
right out of your pay envelope.
Now, look, lady. My partner and I
were damn near shot in there.
- That's a little heavier than your door.
- That's what you get paid to do.
Why, the burglars left this place
in better shape than you did.
Well, the next time you need help,
why don't you call a burglar?
Come on, partner, let's go.
Ma'am, there'll be an officer up
in a minute to take a report.
You can file a complaint then
if you want to.
Oh, I'll file a complaint, all right.
You can depend on that.
I can't believe how they hit the door.
So rude.
Who do they think they are anyway?
Can't believe that old woman.
Can you believe that old woman?
- Sure.
- What do you mean, "Sure"?
We almost get blown away,
all she can think about is her door.
It was her door. It was her apartment
that got broken into.
She's scared.
She could have been beaten
or robbed.
Now she can't even
lock her own door.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Never thought about it.
Neither did I till just now.
You know what that makes you,
don't you?
- What?
- Human.
Why don't you radio in a Code ?
Code ?
A little early for lunch, isn't it?
No, I wanna go back
and fix the old lady's door.
You know what that makes you,
don't you?
Yeah. An angel.
Are you sure you don't want
some pickles too?
Oh, no, we're fine.
Next time you stop by, I'll have
potato knishes. They're delicious.
We'll be back to see you.
Thank you.
- You're good boys, both of you.
- Bye.
Bye.
They make a good sandwich.
- You know, it feels weird.
- What?
Being hungry. It's been a while.
You know, I never would have
thought about that before.
- What's that?
- I mean, when I was a cop.
Never would have thought
about the old woman, you know,
about how scared she was
or about her door.
I'd have been a better cop,
you know?
I know.
Hey, finish your sandwich,
we got an appointment.
- With who?
- Sergeant Winnofsky.
- Mrs. Winnofsky?
- Yes.
Hi, my name is Smith,
this is Gordon.
We're new at the Waterton Division.
We were in the neighbourhood.
Thought we'd stop by
and see if you needed anything.
That's very kind.
Most of the guys have been by.
Jerry just doesn't wanna see anybody.
We understand.
We just thought, you know, sometimes
it's easier to talk to strangers.
I know you mean well.
He knew the boy.
The boy he k*lled, Todd Biggs.
He coached him in T-ball
eight years ago.
Our son Terry
was on the same team.
They won the league title in ' .
The team picture's hanging
in our living room.
How the hell does a kid like that
end up in a rock house
with a g*n in his hand?
dr*gs or money.
God.
Why wasn't the kid's g*n loaded?
- If only it would have been loaded.
- It could have been.
But it wasn't.
And my husband
will always know that.
I'll tell him you stopped by.
They're gonna read about this
in the newspaper.
You know what they're gonna say?
"Another trigger-happy cop."
I'm not saying
there aren't any lousy cops, there are.
But this guy, Winnofsky,
he's a victim too.
Any unit in the vicinity
of nd Street and Hill,
see the woman
at Agajanian Travel Agency.
Victim was strangled.
Baker , responding to the call
at nd and Hill.
Let's go.
Okay, girls, let's get back to work.
Come on, this is not a break.
She's okay.
Come on, let's get back to work.
Please? Please?
Can you tell us what happened,
Mrs. Davis?
Well, I was just sitting out there
at the bus stop on the bench.
Thank you.
He's a very nice man, officers.
Well, I was sitting here in my office,
and I hear this little lady's voice.
You know, "Help, help," she says,
so I run outside.
You know, I don't like those people
who just make like ostrich.
You know, hide their heads.
He's a very nice man.
An Iranian fellow or some such thing.
Armenian.
Oh, well, he's a wonderful man,
and you police are too.
Most of you.
There is a policeman on your police
force who is an absolute swine.
Could we just get back
to what happened, Mrs. Davis?
What happened? When?
- When you were sitting on the bench.
- At the bus stop.
Why, yes, how did you know?
You told us, ma'am.
I did?
Yes, ma'am.
I don't know how I'll get
to my beauty appointment now.
You were sitting on the bench.
I told you that.
That's when she grabbed me.
- Who grabbed you?
- I don't know.
It was a woman.
I could see her hands.
She took my scarf
and put it around my neck
and started pulling and strangling,
and I thought I was going to die.
She didn't try to take your purse?
No. She just started strangling.
And then I prayed. I prayed to God.
I prayed, "If you have
to take me now, okay,
but I've got things to do."
My niece is giving a party, and that's
why I was sitting at the bus stop,
so that I could get the Number Bus
to go to the beauty parlour.
You were pulling down
on your scarf?
Yes, yes.
And God must have heard me,
because I was able to pull down
hard enough so that I could yell:
"Help, help."
And she just stopped
and walked away.
- Did you get a look at her face?
- No. Well, just for a second.
She had on a brown coat
and long black hair.
Not very tidy, either.
And she had a moustache.
She had a little moustache.
She should use some of that...
- What do you call it?
- Depilatory.
Yes, that's right.
And then I yelled, "Help, help."
And this nice Iranian gentleman
came and brought me inside.
Armenian.
Did you get a look at her,
Mr. Agajanian?
No, I didn't see her.
I go outside and she's not there.
All I saw was this sweet lady
calling in her little voice, "Help."
Sounds like a psycho.
I'll get it on the radio.
Right.
Are you sure you're all right,
Mrs. Davis?
We could take you to the hospital,
have you checked on.
No, no. I'm all right.
But now I've missed my bus,
and another one doesn't come
for minutes.
Senior citizens depend on those.
And now I've missed
my beauty appointment.
Well, what time
was your appointment for?
Two thirty.
Well, as soon as we put down
your statement,
we can take you to the beauty parlour
in the police car.
- You could?
- Sure we could.
Well, then the girls at the beauty
parlour might think I'm a criminal
if you bring me in a police car.
No, no.
We can explain that to them.
No, no. What do you mean, explain?
Let's go for it.
That'll give those old biddies
something to talk about.
All right.
Thanks, fellas.
There's an Officer Johnson
on your police force.
He's the swine I told you about.
An absolute pervert.
He said I was crossing a red light
and he took my ID.
Then he called me up
and asked me for a date.
- You're kidding.
- No, I'm not. I want him reported too.
- When did this happen, ma'am?
- July th, .
And he never showed, either.
We better get you inside
for your appointment.
What are you all looking at?
Go back inside. Haven't you ever seen
an old broad get busted before?
Thank you so much.
That will hold them for a year at least.
Sorry I took so long,
but that shower felt great.
How come you're still in uniform?
Thought we were gonna eat.
I was going to,
but I got an assignment.
- The boss?
- Yeah.
- I'll just be a minute.
- No, no, don't worry about it.
I can take care of this one alone.
Wait a minute, you can't go out
in that uniform without the stuff.
Don't worry, I've got the stuff.
- How do you know?
- I'm not hungry anymore.
Get out of here.
Let's go. Let's do it again,
let's do it again.
- All right, that was a good one.
- Oh, that was a good one.
Oh, man.
What you doing
walking around here?
Looking for a friend.
What friend you got
in this neighbourhood?
- Well, you, for one.
- Me?
You're Arnold Pope, right?
Yeah. How'd you know?
Through a friend of mine.
He said you could tell me
where Carl Biggs lives.
I could.
But you don't wanna see him.
Not wearing no uniform.
His boy got shot.
Yeah, I know.
That's why I wanna talk to him.
Hey, don't worry, I'm a friend.
, nd Street.
Thanks, Arnold.
Hey, who's this friend
that knows me?
The one you talk to every night
before you go to bed.
Who do you talk to
before you go to bed at night?
Hell, I don't know what he means.
God, it's hot today.
I'll be seeing you, Arnold.
One nothing Atlanta,
the run came in the third.
Diaz back,
and there's a ground ball to third.
Bob Bailor, now playing for Cabell,
picks it up and throws him out.
One away. Here's Dale Murphy.
Grounded out, aboard on an error,
and flied to left, oh for three.
Murphy went oh for four last night
and struck out three times.
What the hell is this?
I'm talking to you.
What are you doing in here?
Why are you in my house?
I'm sorry. I tried the doorbell,
it was out of order.
I heard the radio playing.
Well, what do you want?
I've answered all you questions.
What do you want from me?
I understand Sergeant Winnofsky
tried to contact you.
Yeah, that's right. He tried.
And for what?
To tell me,
"I'm sorry I k*lled your son.
I shot your boy down in cold blood."
I'm sure he wanted me to hear that.
He was afraid.
Just like your son was afraid.
It's like w*r, Mr. Biggs.
Everybody's afraid.
My son was years old. Fifteen.
- He was a boy.
- With a g*n.
I don't know where he got it,
but he wouldn't have used it.
You're really sure of that?
So even the big ones,
the brightest of stars,
have a time when they dim,
and for Murphy--
I already told the police that.
And why else would he have a g*n
with no b*ll*ts in it?
I thought you could tell me that.
I got nothing else to tell.
Do you know where my wife is?
Do you?
At church on her knees.
Asking God to forgive her
for her sins.
She thinks it's her fault
that our boy's dead.
Something that she done.
Well, it ain't!
It ain't her, or God, or nobody
but the man who shot my boy dead.
He's the one. You looking for blame?
He's the one.
You really believe that?
With God as my witness.
He is, Mr. Biggs.
Leave me alone.
Leave my alone. Just get out of my--
Hi, doll.
Coffee ready? I'm late.
Mom, what's going on?
Never mind eggs.
I'll grab something later.
Jerry, where are you going?
Very funny.
Come on.
Where are you going?
What are you talking about?
I'm going to work.
Remember?
What the hell's the matter with you?
And you.
What is this,
TV Bloopers & Practical Jokes?
I thought you were suspended.
Suspended? What is this?
What are we in, April?
Here it is.
April st.
All right, you got me. April fool.
I'm late.
I'll call you.
If I'm near Phil's,
I'll drop off and get some shellfish.
Why cook?
Hell, he's as tall as I am.
But don't you get too big
for your britches.
I can still kick your butt.
- How'd you make out yesterday?
- Okay.
- You know, I was worried about you.
- Why? I told you I had the stuff.
I don't know, I still worry.
You're my partner.
This is like the Army, you know?
Who's on your right, who's on your left.
Not like some factory job,
when your partner screws up,
the parts don't fit.
In this job,
the parts that don't fit are yours.
All units in vicinity
respond to at Marine Street.
Man with g*n. sh*ts fired.
Address is suspected rock house.
- Let's go.
- Hey, stop the car.
- What do you mean? That's us.
- Come on, just stop the car.
You go ahead. I'll meet you there.
Jonathan.
- Mrs. Biggs?
- Yeah.
I'm Officer Smith.
I spoke to your husband yesterday.
What do you want?
I did all the talking
I had to do with you yesterday.
Jerry Winnofsky's got himself
holed up in that rock house
where he shot your son.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about a man, a father
like you, who's taken all he can take.
He's pretended to be strong,
but he's just run out of gas.
I think you know
what I'm talking about, Mr. Biggs.
Why weren't there
any b*ll*ts in that g*n?
I told you only yesterday.
What the hell you coming here for?
When your son
turns into someone you don't know,
someone you're afraid of...
...do you really believe
that's all your fault?
You get out of here!
Listen to him, Carl.
We raised that boy right.
My God.
Look.
Look at that.
Always together.
Always doing things together.
Ain't that right, Myra?
Yes, Carl.
Ain't that right.
Look.
Look at these pictures. Look.
Look at that face.
Look at that face.
"I love you, Papa."
"Good night, Papa.
Give me a kiss good night."
What happens to them?
Where do they go, these babies?
Where do they go?
I told him he was running
with the wrong crowd.
I told him to stop.
Ain't that right, Myra?
I told him the night
that I found the g*n.
I said,
"You stay in this house tonight."
It's all right, Carl. It's all right.
- Don't cry.
- No, it ain't.
It ain't all right.
It ain't all right.
My son.
He knocked me down.
And he said,
"Give me that g*n, you old man."
And I gave it to him.
I gave it to him.
But not these.
Not these.
Get a couple guys
near the side of that house.
You got it.
Hold it,
where do you think you're going?
I'm Carl Biggs.
I'm looking for Winnofsky.
He's snapped.
He's inside that house.
He thinks he has your boy.
And every time we move,
he fires and he says it's your son.
- Well, you've gotta let me go.
- I can't do that.
You've got to let me go.
Hey, Jerry.
Jerry, it's me, Carl Biggs.
I gotta talk to you.
Mr. Biggs?
Go back. Your kid's armed.
He's dangerous!
Please listen to me!
For your own good!
Please.
I gotta talk to you, Jerry. Please.
No!
He's armed, Mr. Biggs.
Please take cover.
Please take cover!
It's all right.
It's all right.
There's no b*ll*ts in his g*n.
Yes! Yes, there are b*ll*ts in his g*n!
It's loaded!
He thinks it is, but it isn't.
I took the b*ll*ts.
I didn't want him to k*ll anybody,
so I took the b*ll*ts!
He didn't even know
the g*n was empty.
He would have k*lled you, Jerry.
He wasn't the boy
that we used to know.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
Hey, policeman.
Yeah, what is it, son?
Anything wrong?
Is it okay to cross the street here?
Haven't you ever
crossed this street before?
Yeah, but this is my first day
going home from school alone.
- You know?
- Yeah. Kind of scary, huh?
Yeah, but it means I'm a big kid now.
Yeah, I guess it does.
It's okay to cross here.
Thanks, policeman.
Why can't it always be like that?
I don't know, Mark.
I don't know.
Eleven forty-five a.m.
My partner and I were on our way
to hand in our uniforms.
My name is Gordon.
I carry a badge.
His name is Smith.
He carries a harp.