06x21 - Slum Enchanted Evening

[bunniefuu]

- Hello?

Speaking.

No, he didn't call me.

It's the first I've heard.

Are there charges against him?

Yeah. Okay.

7:15, fine.

Buntz sh*t a Heights detective.

- Item 6, Lieutenant Buntz
is gonna be unavailable today

on account of a sh**ting
that took place last night

in his underground garage.

Detectives LaRue and Washington

are gonna be taking
up his caseload.

Also, Mick Belker is out.

He's got a medical emergency.

- Robin's having the baby?

- No, no, no.

Mick's just going in for
a tooth cap, that's all.

Item 7, sentencing is
today for Mr. Robert Dunlaw,

well known and well
disliked slumlord,

at 226 Fremont Avenue.

Attaboys to Officers
Hill and Renko

for their diligent work with
the tenant's organization

in building up a case
against this sleazeball.

- They're gonna
be in court today.

Item 8, fellows, we've been
getting a lot of complaints

from a Ms. Kelly

out of the Andrea Charmaine
Academy of Dance and Aerobics.

Now, she's complaining

that cops have been
taking their lunch hour

to gawk at the ladies
doing their exercises

through the plate front window.

- Well, if Miss Kelly
don't want people

looking at them ladies
running around in their skimpies,

they shouldn't have
put that window there.

- Yeah.

- Well, let's show
some cooperation, huh?

Let's keep our
minds on business.

Okay.

Item 9, today this precinct,

and more
specifically yours truly,

hosts the final meeting

of the desk sergeants
rulebook revision committee.

Now, we five sergeants

have been burning the
midnight oil for three months now

making assessments on how to
update this musty old elephant.

Okay. All right.

Assignments.

While I'm otherwise
occupied, Sergeant Bates here

is going to be
manning the front desk.

Officer McBride will be
riding with Officer Lipsky

on account of
Galvin's out with the flu.

Incidentally, that flu is
still going around, people,

so listen, take care
of yourselves, okay?

All right, that's
it. Let's get rolling.

Oh, by the way, clean up
your breakfast things, will you?

The Sergeants are gonna
be meeting down here.

- I put a copy of the
Donohue report on your desk.

- IAD call?

- Shipman's on his way,

and Captain Ajanian
is coming with him.

- It's a Heights investigation.

- Frank.
- Yeah?

- I heard about this cop
sh**t cop incident on the news.

That's going to get ink, Frank.

How are we going to handle it?

- How are we going to handle it?

Graham, this incident

relates only to my
job as precinct captain.

It doesn't involve
you in any way.

- Okay, Frank. I'm certain
you'll do what's best.

I stopped by because
I'm checking out locations

for campaign headquarters.

Any chance you can
break away and take a look?

- Well, today's out.

I have an IAD investigation,

and I'm supposed
to meet the chief.

- All right. I'll let
you know what I find.

- It came via Kelantan, Sarawak,

and then Singapore. Hmm.

- Maybe you
ought to check it out

with the b*mb squad, Lieutenant.

- Oh, no. This
happens to be a gift

from the Bubutni of Belabizare.

- I was only kidding.

Happy birthday.

- It's not my birthday.

- Hey, Mel, where's
the Sergeant's meeting?

- Oh, they're
down in roll call, sir.

- Thanks. I'll see you later.

- Wow.

- Hey, what you got
there, Lieutenant?

- Some guy sent it
to him from overseas.

It must be some kind
of flute, huh, Lieutenant?

- Oh, well, something
of this nature

is often employed
in rites of passage.

- Give it a blow.

- Yes. Yes.

Animist rituals have what
they call a spirit sound.

- Lieutenant, maybe
you gotta finger it.

Here, let me try.

I used to play the sax.

- Ouch.

Oh, it's a blow g*n.

- We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in
progress. See Surplus Store

corner of Peeples
Drive and 124th street.

- I'm a police officer.

Put your hands out
away from your body.

- I'll move them in a minute.

- Do I know you?

- Mick.

- Eddie.

Eddie Gregg, sure.

- You sent me to Florida

and got me to clean up my act.

- What the hell were
you doing back there?

- Trying to get an advance.

- You work there.

- I'm gonna apply just
as soon as I feel better.

- What's wrong with you?

- I'm sick.

I've got it.

- Oh, God.

You got that? AIDS?

- Yeah.

- Come on.

- Am I arrested?

- I'm not arresting you.

I'm taking you over to
County Hospital. Come on.

- Forget it, Mick. I've
already made the hospital.

They can't help me anymore.

- You gotta go someplace.

- Could you take me to my room?

- Yeah. Come on.

- Didn't get much sleep, huh?

- No. I was at the
hospital till Tommy d*ed.

I got home around 5:30.
- Guido.

- Hi, Captain.

- You know Lieutenant
Shipman from IAD.

- Yeah, sure.

- We got Room 8.

Want to get some
notes or anything?

- No. I'm ready.

- Go ahead. I'm gonna
have a word with Furillo.

- Thank you, sir.

- Frank.

- Don. I heard
you were sitting in.

- Yeah. I've got a few
questions of my own.

- What's the word from SID?

- You know, the g*n

that Buntz claims was
Donohue's is untraceable.

There's some latent prints,
but mostly inconclusive.

- What about witnesses?

- Well, people said
they heard shouts,

but, you know, nobody
went into the garage

until after it happened.

Now, Buntz stayed with
Donohue until he went into a coma,

but he never got a statement.

I don't know. I find self
defense is a hard buy.

- Yeah, but, Joe, we already
got salmons, magentas,

pinks, and blues.

- And I say the chartreuse
is your crucial fifth color.

It distinguishes between
your animal code violations

and public nuisances.

- Hey, what are you guys
doing, starting without me?

- No. No.

We just thought you'd
skip like the last two times.

- Oh, come on, Sarge.

Give me a break, will you?

I got me a bad back.

- Probably all that
exercise you get, huh, Lou?

- I heard the man's a wrestler,
always pounding the mats.

- Hey, listen, you guys,
sex after 60 is twice as nice.

- You want to sit down?

We got a lot of
ground to cover here,

and frankly, I'm not interested
in your latest conquest.

- And Detective Donohue
had his hands behind his head?

- That's right.

Then when I came out,
he lowered them, like this.

I could see he had
a little .25 a*t*matic

hidden between his
palms aimed at me,

and I sh*t him.

- Why do you feel your former
partner would want to k*ll you?

- Vince DiLiberto was
k*lled the night before.

I knew Tommy k*lled him.

- Did Donohue ever admit to
you that he k*lled DiLiberto?

- No, but I was looking around.

I'd have turned something
up and Tommy knew that.

- Why were you trying
to turn something up?

We talked yesterday.
I was on the case.

There was no departmental reason

for you to be
involved whatsoever.

- You know I was personally
involved with Tommy.

- Weren't you working
with him, Guido?

- Working with him?

What's that supposed to mean?

- Hold it a second.

- Mr. Fratello, you
know this man?

- Yeah. He shook me
down with Tommy Donohue.

- Hey, now, look.

- Lieutenant Buntz, be quiet.

When was the last time you
saw this man, Mr. Fratello?

- Couple of months back.

Donohue came and shook me down,

and this guy was with him.

Put me in the
backseat of the car,

a couple of cracks to the ribs,

and he stood outside
and kept look out.

- Come on.

- All right. Now, first of all, I
never saw any shakedown,

and second, what's that
shylock got to do with anything?

- I see linkage here.

- What linkage?

- You and Tommy were
pulling shakedowns.

- Not a chance.

Donohue owed that
guy money and that's all.

I told you yesterday
Tommy was in sewage.

- I'll run it for you.

You were shaking people, and
Vince DiLiberto was onto you, A.

B, you had to do something
before DiLiberto made a case,

so either you whacked himself

or you scared Donohue bad
enough so he'd go whack him.

And C, you couldn't be sure
Donohue was going to stand up,

so you whacked him, too.

Now, tell me it doesn't lay out.

- Yo.

- Thanks.

The décor isn't much,
but you can see the river.

- It's nice.

Eddie...

You know that I broke my tooth?

- Ouch.

- Yeah. I was on my way to
the dentist when I saw you,

and I think I have...

- Always take
care of your teeth.

- Yeah.

Good luck, Eddie.

- Mick, how late are you?

- Oh, I'm late.

I'm supposed to be there now.

What?

- I want some ice cream.

- I should call you a doctor,
that's what I should do.

- No. No doctors.

- You want ice cream?

Okay.

Sure.

What flavor?

- Chocolate. Love it.

- Chocolate. Right.

- Mick...

I'm sorry I'm making you late.

- It's all right.

- All right, Mr. Dunlaw,

have you anything to say
before I impose sentence?

- Yeah.

I'm not a crook, I'm
a property owner.

- Quiet. Enough.

Mr. Dunlaw, when
this court thinks of you,

it thinks of rats,
falling plaster,

inoperative boilers,
and backed up toilets.

In our plea bargain, I
promised I wouldn't jail you.

A jail term wouldn't help
your tenants anyway.

- That's absolutely
correct, Your Honor.

- I sentence you,
therefore, to probation

with the following condition.

You will be escorted
from this courtroom

by arresting officers
Hill and Renko,

and are hereby ordered
confined to the janitor's apartment

at 226 Fremont Avenue

until such time as you
bring that building up to code.

- Hold the phone
there, Your Honor.

This would be worse
than jail, Your Honor.

- Well, that's a sorry
admission, Mr. Mangella.

- What, are you starting
your campaign, Judge?

- Silence or contempt.

Next.

- Yeah, I was wrong.

I was out of policy
going out with Donohue,

but that doesn't mean I
deliberately k*lled anybody.

I mean, if I wanted Tommy dead,

I sure wouldn't have
taken him to no hospital.

Ajanian came
over here to get me.

- There's nothing I
can do about it, Norm.

It's in his jurisdiction.

- So what am I supposed to do,

just sit on my
hands until I'm...

- No, you'll sit at your
desk till further notice.

- But I know the
history on this.

- Look, if you have
any leads on evidence,

I suggest you turn
them over to the Heights.

- Well, I do that and I'm done.

- Norm, what reason
could Ajanian have

for wanting to hang this on you?

- When I left the Heights,

it's not like we parted
on the best of terms.

- That doesn't begin to
justify what you're suggesting.

- Well, maybe since
Donohue made him look bad,

he figures getting me is
gonna make him look good.

I don't know what his
reason is, but he's got one.

- Hello, Frank.
- Graham.

- I found an empty storefront
on March and 28th Avenue,

ideal location for
our headquarters,

so I gave them a deposit.

- Isn't that a little premature?

- Well, we want to
get the best place

and hire the best people
before somebody else does.

- Maybe we can
have dinner tomorrow.

- Can I tell the boys
in the back room

that tomorrow is
definitely the day?

- Tomorrow will be the day.

- I'm taking that smile to
mean something positive.

- No comment till dinner.

- I'm impressed.

By the way, earlier, the
reason my antenna went up

over that sh**ting incident
is that it could be opportune

for certain people right now.

- I don't follow.

- Our venerable mayor being
a one-time police lieutenant

and long time friend of
Heights Captain Ajanian.

- Are you suggesting that
Captain Ajanian is Ozzy's man?

- I'm just considering
possibilities.

Trouble for you at this time

might revitalize
Ozzy as a candidate.

It's just a theory.

- Anybody wants to know,
I'm out eating a hoagie.

- Pages 414, 416, subsection g

the Randall/Selassie
Morbidity Test,

that remains as is.

- Have you ever asked yourself
just what is a morbidity test?

- If it don't cook, it
don't belong in the book.

- All right, now, just tell
me what this looks like.

Then I can look it
up in Appendix B

and I can tell you just how
depressed or whatever you are.

Now, what do you see?

- Let me think here a minute.

I got it, it's a nice
pair of ripe melons.

- No, wait, wait,
wait. I got it.

I see a... ah, got it.

A great big pair of tickets.

- You know, you can never
take things serious, Lou.

To you, everything
is a big joke.

- Well, come on,
Sarge, back off a little bit.

I'm just trying to
have a little fun.

- Hey, Jabo, the wife's high
fiber breakfast is working.

What do you say
we take a little break?

- Yeah, okay.

Be back in 20 minutes.

- You see? Look. You
see how it is down here

with the kids with
the golf clubs?

Believe me, they are not
headed for the back nine.

No offense, Officer Hill,

but this is a dangerous
neighborhood for white people.

- Mr. Dunlaw, you
were sentenced.

Now it's our duty to take
you to 226 Fremont Avenue

to serve that sentence.

- I know, but at least
just stay with me, right,

until I get some locks on
the door and get my phone in?

- Believe it or not, we do
have other duties to attend to.

We're not your
private police force.

- What are you telling me, I
gotta hire my own cops now?

- Well, sir, before
you spend money

on security forces down there,

might I suggest you spend
some money on the building.

- I'm telling you something.

If Judge Wachtel wasn't planning

on running for public office,

none of this goes
down like this.

- There he is!

- Mr. Dunlaw, you and I
are gonna go over this list,

every single item.

- You're gonna be
in serious trouble

if you don't be quiet.

- Get the man out of
the car. Just step back.

- Would you open
the vehicle, please?

- No.

- Come on out of there, Dunlaw.

Come on out of there, Dunlaw.

- Yeah! Yeah!

- You know what?

You're gonna get your butt
thrown in jail there, brother.

You got it? Now move back.

- Mary.

- Oh, no, Guido, not you. No.

- Come on, Mary, we gotta talk.

- No, let go. I'm going to mass.

- We gotta talk.

- He thought you
were gonna help him.

- Don't you know I tried, huh?

Don't you know I wanted to?

Look, he came
after me with a g*n.

He was going to k*ll me.

- No.

- Look, Mary, there's
things I gotta know.

Tommy was like a
packrat. He stashed stuff.

Come on, listen to me.

- I'm going to mass.
You'll burn in hell.

- Look at me and I'll
tell you how I really feel.

- No.

You k*lled him, you rat bastard.

- It's not the house, of course,

but it's not bad,
and it's all rented.

My new philosophy
is why own anything

if they just take
it away from you.

Cora, of course, is being
totally unreasonable.

Won't even part with a
few towels or flatware.

Anyway, sit on my
new rented couch.

So you're giving them the
word tomorrow over dinner.

- You know everything.

- The fact that I know
shouldn't be a problem.

But one of the first things
I would do if I were mayor

is plug up all those leaks,

and I happen to know
where they are, Frank.

When you're the new kid
on the block in City Hall,

it won't hurt to have somebody
watching your backside.

- Chief, first of all...

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Oh, no, not at all. Come in.

We're all friends.

- Hello, Patsy. How've you been?

- Fine. Congratulations.

Fletcher tells me that
tomorrow you make it official.

- The Chief is
sometimes ahead of me.

- Well, do you like the place?

- I was going to take all
the credit for the décor,

but in fact, Patsy
picked everything.

- I really should get back.

- No, no, stay for a minute.

We have to talk
about the PBA thing.

- You seem very surprised.

- Well, I am.

It wasn't too long ago
when it seems to me

you had a very different
feeling about the Chief.

- Oh, I couldn't stand him,
and he kept pursuing me.

But then I finally
began to realize

that it wasn't him
I couldn't stand.

The things that I didn't like

were a reflection
of his unhappiness.

You see that, don't you?

- He does seem more relaxed.

- He is.

- Frank, that was Bob
Ajanian from the Heights.

He's got a witness,
apparently Donohue's girlfriend,

who says your Lieutenant
Buntz assaulted her on the street.

- What?

- Didn't you restrict
the man to his desk?

- Of course I did.

- Well, he's in
the street, Frank.

Better get him under control.

In regard to the Heights,

bear in mind Ajanian
has his own fish to fry.

- Meaning what?

- Donohue is
making him look bad.

It's to his advantage to have
Buntz make you look worse.

- Sergeant?
- Mm-hmm.

- Do you have any
word from the lab

of what was on that dart tip?

- No, nothing yet,
Lieutenant. How do you feel?

- Well, you know, it's kind
of a strange, curious fact,

but I'm experiencing a
sort of weird exhilaration.

- Oh.

- Have you any idea

when they're gonna
finish with that banging?

- What banging is that?

- You know, that drumming sound.

- Let me see if I can go
goose them on that report.

Mm-hmm.

- You seen the Captain?

- He isn't back yet.

- It ain't no walk
in the spring rain.

- You call that
pins and needles?

- I think you call that lucky
he got back before Furillo did.

- I heard the captain and IAD
told him to keep to his desk.

- Mm-hmm.

- Is he as much of
an outlaw as his rep?

- He gets the job done.

- The question is if
he'll be getting it done

in Furillo's precinct.

- Lucy, do we have an
interrogation room free?

- They're both free.

- Norm.

- We gotta talk, Captain.
- Come on.

Shut the door.

- Look, Captain...

- Shut up. Where in
the hell have you been?

- I took an hour personal time.

- You're restricted
to your desk.

You don't have personal time.

- I left my badge and my g*n.

I didn't go out as a cop.

- Then what in the
hell happened, Norm?

Donohue's girlfriend
claims you assaulted her.

- Oh, that dumb slat.
I didn't as*ault her.

I stopped her on the street.

I wanted to talk to her.

- But she didn't
want to talk to you.

- No, not a chance.

Captain, I had an
idea about something.

DiLiberto kept a book.

- IAD found a snitch book.
There was nothing in it.

- No, not a snitch book.

The guy kept a journal.
He wrote everything down.

I figure that's what Tommy
wanted when he whacked him.

- Wouldn't he have destroyed it?

- No, I don't think so.

If Tommy had it, he'd keep it.

He'd figure maybe there'd
be some way he could use it.

Look, it's a long sh*t,

but Mary's got it or
she knows where it is.

Look, whatever you
think of me, Captain...

- We're different
sorts of cops, Norman.

- Maybe, but I figure
we both got a sense

of what's right and this ain't.

- Where does she live?

- Kemper and 148th.

- That's the Hill.
- Yeah.

- Thank you very much.

Henry, amazing.
That was toxicology.

- What's the verdict?

- The poison on the
dart was not curare.

The toxicologist says
it's altogether new.

He thinks that it may come
from the skin of a tree frog.

- You're kidding?
- No.

You know, it's not fair

to call an object
like this primitive.

It clearly represents a
very complex technology.

- What do you think this is for,

some sort of bagpipe effect?

- You know, that's a very
interesting conjecture,

Lieutenant.

Oh, my God.

I'm going aloft.

I'm flying.

- Now, this is the
facial hair amendment,

amended so in the event

an officer's mustache
and/or sideburns

are of excessive length
or curled in any manner,

the desk sergeant will
keep in supply scissors

for the correction
of said problem.

- What are we
now, a barber shop?

- Oh, it may sound
corny, but Joe's got a point.

Scissors are cheap.

We're representatives
of law enforcement

and we ought to
look clean and sharp.

Clean and sharp.

Sheesh. Tell me something.

Just when did you ever
look clean and sharp?

- Now, that's uncalled for, Lou.

We're not talking
about individuals here.

- No, I'll tell what
we're talking about.

We're talking about the fact

that you want to keep
every little petty procedure

in this book and then throw
in a few more of your own.

- Now, let's cut it, Lou.
Let's stick to the issue.

- The issue is this:
you know what?

I think you're in love
with this old hunk of junk.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised

if you didn't take it
home to bed with you.

- That's it. That's it. Come on.

Come on, Martino.
Come on, try me.

- My God, Stan, amazing.

- He had it coming.

He had it coming
for a long time.

- J.D., Neal?
- Hmm?

- I want you to pull a warrant

and toss an apartment
rented by Mary Franklin.

- I thought we were
taking a backseat

on that investigation, Captain.

- It's the Hill. It's
within jurisdiction.

Just inform the Heights,
and everything will be fine.

- But we don't inform
them before we go?

- No.

- Officers, there's a
woman here to see you.

- What's going
on, Mrs. Robinson?

- I called the judge up and
he said to call you people.

- Who? For what?
- He's gone.

- Dunlaw's gone?

- One of the boys brought
him a dead rat to show him,

then he starts yelling he
don't care what no judge said,

he's out of there.

- Maybe we ought to
go out Farmingdale.

- You got the address?
- Yeah, I got it here someplace.

- 441 Kawani.

- All right.
- Thank you.

- You sure you're all right?

- Yes.

- This goes to narcotics.

It's got to be a hallucinogen.

- What I saw was real.

What I saw was truth.

- Well, they sure
know how to live.

- Yeah.

- Excuse me, ma'am, is
this the Dunlaw residence?

- Yes, it is.

- Is Mr. Dunlaw at home?
I'd like to talk to him.

- No, he isn't.

- Mr. Dunlaw.

Mr. Dunlaw. Bobby!

- Hold it, pal!
Hold it right there!

The gate. Through the gate!

- Get him up.

- Okay, pal, you're going
back to your old neighborhood.

- Yes?
- Mary Franklin?

Police officers.

I'm Detective Washington,
this is Detective LaRue.

- From the Heights?
- Hill Street.

- I only want to talk to
people from the Heights.

Tommy was from the Heights,
and they care about him.

- Mary, you better let us
in. We got a search warrant.

- Are you friends of Guido?

- Who?
- She means Buntz.

Look, we're here to investigate

the death of Detective Donohue.

- I don't have to talk, and
I don't have to cooperate.

- Hey, Tommy spend
much time here?

- No.

- We got a feeling he
left some things with you.

- Nothing.

- Now, there's two ways
we can do this, Mary.

One, you tell us where they are,

two, we toss this
place into the street

and pick through
things on the sidewalk.

- You got a
warrant. Do your job.

You aren't getting
any help out of me.

- Now, sir, I hope you don't
expect any further escort.

- No, I'm good, but
I tell you something.

Nobody's gonna
mess with Bob Dunlaw.

- Oh, that's so good.

Cold.

- Do you want another blanket?

- Joey...

little street hustler,

always said breathing
in, breathing out.

- Eddie.

You know, a lot's happened

since the last time I saw you.

- I'll bet.

A lot of busts under the bridge.

- Yeah. I got married.

- You're kidding.
- Yeah.

- Oh, that's great, Mick.

Tell me everything.

- She's very nice.

Her name's Robin.

She's also a cop.

- I'm not surprised.

- We're gonna have a baby.

- Mick.

Congratulations, Mick.

- Thank you very much, Eddie.

- A little Belker.

- Yeah.

She's due in three weeks.

- You want a boy?

- I just want a healthy baby.

I really want a boy.

- Yeah.

Don't make fun of him, Mick...

the way he walks.

- I gotta go, Eddie.

- Thanks for everything, Mick.

This was my lucky day.

- I'm gonna come
back and see you soon.

- Great.

- You want any more
of that ice cream?

- Thanks.

- I'll see you, Eddie.

- I'll see you, Mick.

- You're stepping
all over my toes.

Buntz accosts a
girl in the street.

Your guys toss her apartment.

I mean, what the
hell's going on?

- Mary Franklin is
a resident of the Hill.

- I don't care if she lives on
the moon, it's a Heights case.

Two of my men are dead.

- And one of my men
is a possible suspect.

We won't step beyond policy,

and we'll inform you
of anything we find,

but I have every right to
make my own investigation.

- Okay, Frank.

I thought we had a
gentleman's agreement.

I was wrong.

- Anything?
- Nothing.

- Well, not exactly nothing.

- What do you mean?

- That's just the way
I read her, Captain.

She was too smug
about the search.

It wasn't there, but
she's got something.

- Maybe she'd talk.

- We tried. She's
pretty hostile.

- She really worshipped the guy.

She figures they might hang
me. She wants to tie the knot.

- All right, bring her in.

Don't ask her any
questions, be pleasant,

but bring her
straight to my office.

Norm, you get out of sight.

- He's got a Kn*fe on the
judge who sentenced him.

- Wachtel?
- What's Wachtel doing up here?

- I don't know. He's
brought a couple of reporters.

- Showboating.

- Where's Lieutenant Goldblume?

- Hold these people
back. He's on his way.

- What's going on?
- Just stay out!

- Oh, Lord.

All right, Mr. Dunlaw,

now, we're gonna have
to solve this thing here

before somebody gets hurt.

- You want to know
how we solve it?

Get me out of here.

- We can't do that, Dunlaw,

if that's what the judge
sentenced to you to do.

- Mr. Dunlaw, I just want
to talk to you for a second.

- Now, look, now, you're...

The judge is trying
to say something.

Now listen to him.

- Ungag him at least, Dunlaw.

That's the man
you gotta talk to.

- All right, you
just remember...

I got the roast
beef Kn*fe, Judge.

- I simply want to say,
Mr. Dunlaw, that you're right.

I've now made
on-sight inspections,

and these people don't know
how to take care of a place.

I mean, you fix it for
them and they break it.

Why bother with fixtures

when they're only
going to be stolen?

- Well, that's it. You got it.

Now, It's like the bulbs.

They steal 'em
right out of the hall.

- Right, and they bust
the mailboxes, huh?

And they urinate
in public areas.

Well, Mr. Dunlaw, I am
commuting your sentence.

Also, of course,
you'll have amnesty

for this, um... kidnapping.

- All right.

All right. Now, that's a
reasonable man talking.

I hope you all heard that.

- Arrest this man.
- What?

- I gave you amnesty
on the kidnap,

not for felony endangerment,
not for possession of a w*apon.

- You bastard.

- My fingers were crossed, too.

- Here he comes now.
Excuse me, Judge.

- Your Honor, what
did you say to the guy?

Did you really have
your fingers crossed, sir?

- Can I trouble you with
one more news item?

All right, you ready?

Now, after many
months of soul searching,

Give 'em Hell Wachtel
is today announcing

his candidacy for
Superior Court Judge.

- What?

- My father was on me for years.

Go to law school,
become a lawyer,

maybe later a judge,

a respected member
of the community.

- They're not all like that guy.

- No, I made the right decision.

So far I like being a cop.

How long you been in?

- Four and a half years. You?

- Me? I just got out of
the academy in December.

I guess that's why they
partnered me up with a veteran.

- No doubt.

- So you still like
it after four years?

- Depends on when I'm asked.

- What about right now?

Sure.

- I'll take that as a good sign.

- You never knew Tommy.

- No, I didn't.

- I'll bet you heard
he was a bad cop.

- Nothing was ever proved.

- That's right, and they never
could have proved it either.

- Mary, did Tommy
have any evidence

that might have
worked in his defense?

- I never go through his stuff.

He wouldn't have liked that.

But he said there were
things that were important.

- You know the best
thing for everybody

would be just to
clear all this up.

- You're not going to try and
say Guido didn't sh**t him?

- No, but maybe he had to.

- I know that,

but I just can't help
being mad at him.

I'm just so mad at him.

- Mary, you said
you had some things

that Tommy thought
were important.

Help me put all this to rest.

Tell me where they are.

I know you're mad at Guido.

May I tell you
something? So am I.

But that doesn't mean I'm
gonna turn my back on the truth.

You can't run away
from the truth, Mary.

Nobody can.

- I've got a box of stuff
in the trunk of my car.

It belonged to DiLiberto.

I wasn't supposed
to look at it, but I did.

It makes Tommy looks bad.

- I'm telling you, with all the
revisions and amendments,

we have a grand
total of 745 pages.

- Oh, that machine of
yours must be busted.

That's more 62 pages
than we started with.

- The XJ23 personal calculator

doesn't make
mistakes, Jablonski.

- Yeah, well, if we hadn't
those damn chartreuses,

we'd be in good shape now.

- Yeah. Who was it
allowed three extra pages

on the headgear section

with plastic rainhats,
huh, Hawkins?

- I'm telling you, if
you just got a PC

with a 20 megabyte hard disk,

you could store all these
forms and still have...

- Yeah, we hear
you, we hear you.

Maybe next year we'll get
enough money appropriated

so that we can look
into a computer system.

Meanwhile, we're
gonna have to live

with old faithful
here another year.

Maybe we didn't
make a model manual,

but I'm sure that we
made some improvements.

My thanks to all of you,

and my apologies for
disrupting the meeting.

- Oh, hey, Stan,
don't worry about it.

Listen, thanks
for the hospitality.

- Thanks.
- Hey, Harvey.

- Take it easy, Biggen.

- Take it easy, Hawk.

- See you around, Lou.

- See you, Lou.

- Yeah.

- I hope your nose
is still working.

- Hey, come on, I've been hit
harder by my 12-year-old cousin.

- Yeah, sure.

- Hey, listen, why don't you

come down to the
bowling alley sometime

and I'll introduce you
to a couple babes.

Sure. Right.

- Here you go, Sarge.

I drained this bacon like
you asked, but I don't know.

- Here, keep your
head warm, Lou.

- Yeah, you bet.

- Oh, yeah.

There we are. All
ready for action.

I'll see you all of
a sudden, Stan.

- Uh-huh, here it is.

Here's the winner right here.

DiLiberto's list of stuff

Donohue stole off
the crime scene.

A sealed bottle of
pharmaceutical cocaine

and two firearms, 9mm P38...

- And they took out two
9mm slugs from DiLiberto.

- Yeah. And the other piece is
a .25 caliber Beretta a*t*matic.

Hey, that's the g*n he
aimed at you, right, Norm?

- Yeah, that's right.
- Serial numbers?

- Right here.

DiLiberto was building
quite a little case.

- Against Donohue, Captain,

not against Donohue
and Buntz here.

- Okay, run the numbers

and be sure IAD
gets that material,

and be sure that the Heights
gets a covering memo.

- On its way.

- So is that gonna
cover it, Captain?

- Ajanian may still
want a board of rights

for your conduct
with the loan shark.

- Oh, that fool. It's a crock.

It was Donohue being a jerk.

- Norman, I would like to
go forward with the feeling

that nothing like this Donohue
incident will ever happen again.

- It couldn't ever
happened again, Captain.

Tommy was my only friend...

and I sh*t him.

- Reporter at my desk
wants a statement

regarding what action
you're taking against Buntz.

- There are no specific charges

which demand any
immediate actions.

- Ajanian is giving interviews

calling Buntz a renegade,
implying you're protecting him.

- Let me talk to him.

- Captain, Mr. Wells.

- I know I should have called,

but it's important
we talk in private.

- Catch up with you
in a minute, Henry.

- Ozzy has let us know

that he feels this Buntz
thing might discredit you.

He's coming back to life,
but don't worry about that.

There's something in the
works that will take care of that.

- What are you
talking about, Graham?

- Frank, in politics,

being uniformed is
sometimes simply expedient.

- Look, if something's going
on, I want to know about it.

- Well, you will know about
it when the time is right,

which is not now.

Now we have to discuss
what action to take

regarding your man Buntz.

- Meaning what?

- You make an announcement

that openly expresses
your disdain for his actions.

Ideally, an announcement
that says he's being transferred.

Before you announce
your candidacy,

this has to be put to bed.

- I've already
taken care of this

directly with Buntz.

- Yeah, but you
haven't taken care of it

for the voters of this city.

They've already heard and
read enough about Buntz

to taint you before
you even get started.

Frank, I got to tell you
that this announcement

has an importance beyond
it's obvious PR value.

- Which is?

- I have to feel that
we can work together.

- You're saying
this is a kind of test?

- Not a test, but
a demonstration

that you can be part of a team,

that you're not going
to be a maverick.

Believe me, this is important.

- I've told you before, Graham,

I'll not use my job here

to serve the needs of
any political campaign.

- Well, if that's
really your position,

I guess we can skip
dinner tomorrow.

- Well, that's my position.

- We'll be in touch.

- I'll be here.

- When did this happen?

- Found him about an hour ago.

- Are you a friend?

- I'm a police officer...

and I'm a friend.

- If you're an intimate
friend, you better get tested.

Go ahead.

- Excuse me.

- Just a minute.

- Are you upset?

I have to admit, I'm
a little disappointed.

But you understand why I
couldn't go through with it?

- I'm trying, Frank.

- I thought I
explained everything.

- You did.

It's just hard for me
to overcome the feeling

that Norman Buntz kept
you from becoming mayor.

- No, no, it was the politics.

It was just starting
to get to a place

where I knew I
could never fit in.

There's Ozzy.

- Who could not be
identified by name,

was apparently an outstanding
political science student

who was interned on a
study project at City Hall.

Cathy Korngold
is at City Hall now.

Cathy, can you hear me?

- Yes. I'm here with
Police Chief Daniels.

Chief Daniels, will
the mayor be indicted?

- Well, we have
given the evidence

which we believe
supports charges

of attempted child molestation
and lewd and immoral conduct

to the District
Attorney's office.

- And in your opinion,
should Mayor Cleveland resign

now that he faces these charges?

- Graham Wells said Ozzy
would be taken care of.

- So you think it was a set up?

- Yes.
- I do feel, however,

that in the coming elections,

the voters should seek beyond

the proffered political choices,

seek a person
whose qualifications

are known to them
directly through his efforts,

and not the creations
of a political...

- No, Daniels was still talking.

- Ah, he's giving a
campaign speech

now that the field's clear.

- You don't want to hear?

- I lost my
interest in politics.