Hill Street Blues (1981–1987): Season 3, Episode 7 - Little Boil Blue - full transcript

A personal aside, uh,

en passant, people...

Or gentlemen, I should say.

If a mere one 10th of the
rumors I've heard are true,

last night's
bachelor festivities...

at the Club Como
charted new frontiers...

for bizarre off-duty behavior.

Intoxication-wise, interpersonal
relation-wise and otherwise.

In particular, those portions
of the evening's program,

which included, among other
things, green felt, femmes de pauvres,

tire irons.



And which, unfortunately, carried
over to a nearby public thoroughfare.

At minimum, guys, next time...

let's take it off
the Hill, shall we?

Uh, additionally, people, with
regards to events of last night,

it appears that
we've got a make...

on a '75 Grand Prix, four-door,

black on maroon, license:
Baker, Donald, Uncle, 737.

This vehicle was observed

at time and place of occurrence.

The observer, a civic-minded
street princess known as Chantelle.

In so far as said vehicle is
registered not to J.D. LaRue,

but rather to one James Feeny,

also known as Jimmy
Feeny, also known as Jimbo,

also known as Jimmy
"The Nose" Flaherty.



Also known as Procaine James.

May I remind you
that although, uh,

Detective Stanley Mizell may never have won
a popularity contest in this department,

and although I personally, when
he was assigned up here in '78,

felt obliged on
one occasion to, uh,

somewhat modify
his orthodonture...

You too?

Nevertheless, he
was a police officer,

and he was slain
in the line of duty.

In which further regard, the family
has established a memorial fund.

Contributions are invited.

Hey, next time
Chantelle takes a bust,

let's remember we
owe her one, huh?

All right! Yeah.

Item 14.

A new undercover operation
will commence today in

with Detective Belker
undercover to investigate...

the recent rash of auto-related
personal injury scams...

being perpetrated
in the vicinity.

The M.O. of said scams
involving, among other things,

the recruitment of various Waverly
vagrants by an unknown consortium...

for pratfalls against the fenders of
unsuspecting and passing motorists,

resulting in false injuries,

fraudulent medical
examinations, doctored X-rays,

consequent liability suits...

and, often, substantial
out-of-court settlements.

Supporting roles in this
investigation are to be provided by...

Sergeant Henry Goldblume
and Officers Hill and Renko.

The latter hopefully
cognizant of the, uh, fact...

that in acting particularly,
less is oftentimes more.

All right, that's
it. Let's roll.

And let's be careful out there.

Can you believe this
Stan Mizell Memorial fund?

Yeah. The guy was
my partner five months.

He never paid for one
haircut, one meal, one

suit of clothes the
whole time he was here.

The first week I'm in South Ferry,
I'm in the ladies room washin' up.

Mizell pops out of a
stall and cops a feel.

And he got what
he deserved... death.

Oh, Captain... Captain.
Look, about last night,

the party and then afterwards
outside... I heard about it, J.D.

I may not like what happened, but I
don't blame you specifically on any level.

Work on Feeny this morning, anything
you can get. Right. Thanks, Captain.

Next time I send you out
for pipe tobacco, Ballantine,

could you try to avoid
the Bulgarian brands?

The clerk said Boris, Prince
of Krum, was excellent, sir.

Frank, I've been hearing
a rumor of prostitutes

on premises at the
Club Como last night.

There was also a cop
murder last night. Which

would you have me
attend to first, Howard?

Just issue a goldarn
memo, Frank.

When the need arises, men, move ten dollars
from one pocket to the other, and, uh...

What?

Judas Priest, man,
how do you spell relief?

Frank. Frank, Chief Daniels wants to see
you and Jerry Fuchs on the Mizell homicide.

Division? He's coming here.

Anybody belong
to this apple juice?

Henry?

Yuck! Ooh!

Oh, wretched.

It must have fermented.

Oh! Ew!

Morning, Howard.

All right, who's the joker?

Where is it?

I gotta be at the
urologist's in half an hour.

Dispatch. We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See surplus store, corner
People's Drive, 124th Street.

Frank, I'm instructing
you to keep Jerry

apprised at every phase
of this investigation.

Mizell was Special
Narcotics, so that's only fair.

At the same time, Jerry, I want
you to cooperate fully with Frank.

I'll need his
files, all his 347s.

Anything he needs,
understood? Understood.

That'll do it, gentlemen.

Oh, Frank,

on a different matter.

You don't have to
bother with this, Jerry.

Forget every word I just said.

- Fuchs gets nothing
on this case.
- What?

I don't want him
involved, Frank.

A homicide took place on the Hill,
and it is your job to take care of it.

We just spent 20 minutes talking
about full and open communication.

Don't you think that's
gonna be a little awkward?

Captain Fuchs's hindquarters are
flapping in the breeze on this one, Frank.

Under the circumstances, it
would hardly be appropriate...

to let him anywhere
near this investigation.

What are you talking about?

This, for openers
Your eyes only, Frank.

A copy of Mizell's
autopsy report.

Barbiturates,
Percodan, cocaine...

and every other
damn thing in his body.

The man had a raging
case of gonorrhea.

We're gonna be burying some very
dirty blue underwear tomorrow, Frank.

I've worked with
Fuchs for 12 years.

He's a decent cop and a friend. I'd
rather not work behind his back now.

There's a key in
there too. Safe deposit.

Run it down.

Not everyone's as happy in their
occupational niche as you are, Frank.

Meaning?

Meaning, I've been watching Jerry
Fuchs operate for a year and a half now.

Regular little empire he's building
over there in Special Narcotics.

I like a man who's ambitious,
Frank, as long as he's a team player.

But Fuchs has been carrying on
like he's not answerable to anyone.

Maybe it's time for us to
bring him down a peg or two.

Tell the truth. Is he after me?

He's after me, isn't he?

I mean, if he said I was ambitious,
he's gotta be after me, right?

Is there something you should be telling
me right now that I don't know about, Jer?

I swear on my mother, Frank,
I was gonna bring Mizell in.

Didn't I tell you
that last night?

In the alley, didn't
I? I said two weeks.

I need all that stuff, Jer.
When can you get it to me?

I gotta think this
one out, Frank.

If he's after me, I gotta
play it the same way.

I gotta protect
myself. From what?

Frank, we've been
friends a long time.

I gotta wrestle with the angel on a
couple of things. Not good enough, Jerry.

6:00 then. Hey, 6:00.

It's gonna take me half that long
just to get everything together.

You're asking me as a
friend. As a friend, sure, okay.

But you better stay
straight with me.

If you're sitting on something,
I'm gonna find out about it anyway,

so you may as well tell me now.

6:00, Frank. I got some
choices I gotta make.

What do you want? We have
a complaint about noise, sir.

Could you open the door?

I got a noise
complaint since 1969.

You the man I see about that?

You make him go
to work. Make him go.

The counselors get him jobs.

He don't go.

He's got screamin' in his ears.

Okay, but then...

She won't even go to her
own work. She got a good job.

Yet she'll mind my business.

Like $1.75 an hour gonna help.

Like a grown man
gonna pack boxes.

That a job for a grown man?

It's a training program!

Some people don't understand!

I did my trainin'.
I did my service.

- A lot of people did.
- You?

- Yeah.
- In 'Nam?

Yeah.

- How many people you shoot?
- That's none of your business.

What's your problem,
man? Nothin'. Nothin'.

He was such a
wonderful young man,

just happy all the
time, you know?

He went over there.

When he came back, mmm,

it's like he couldn't
do anything anymore.

He couldn't sleep.

He got bad dreams.

He's gettin' violent.

He... He started goin' for
therapy over at the V.A.,

but it was like too
much had happened,

or... I don't know.

Nine years, he still
gets the flashbacks.

He goes over to
the V.A. Vet Center.

Seems like nobody
can help Vernon.

And he's so ashamed.

Ashamed I see him this way,

ashamed he's no man anymore.

Look, if it means anything,

when I got back, I laid
on my bed for three weeks.

I just... Three weeks?

That the gospel?
Twenty-one days?

Yeah, it was driving me crazy.

You know, people, buddies, everybody
wantin' to ask a lot of questions.

I didn't want to talk to anybody,
so I just stayed in the house.

Then I figured it didn't
mean anything, Vietnam.

You just have to
walk away from it.

Look, this is not
something for the police.

Try to get along.

You're hurtin' my
arm! I'll break your arm!

Come on! I got the
store owner in the back.

He's bleedin' to
death. Get him in here!

You move, and you're dead!

Two gunshots! One serious!

Get him into O.R.
Get Dr. Sweeney.

D5 lactated ringers. Type and
cross match six units of whole blood.

Go! Watch it, man. That hurt!

I ain't gonna watch nothin' man. Don't
bother about him. He don't mind bleedin'.

The gunshot victim is
hemorrhaging. Right.

Hey, that's an intern. Dr. Tanzer
and Dr. Leonard are in surgery.

Please get him in there, please.

- Dr. Sweeney can handle it.
- Watch it, man. This hurts!

- You be quiet.
- Dr. Webner, call the operator.

Dr. Webner, call...

You know, while
you're at it, you ought to

just grab somebody
and get that little fella...

on your tushy reamed.
Oh, I can manage, Renko.

What, are you savin' it or
something? We're in a hospital.

- I'm busy, they're busy.
- Doc, would you take a look
at my partner for a second?

He has a work-related ailment
sort of operating on one hemisphere.

- Renko!
- Sorry, but I'm not officially
on duty at the moment.

One of our city's finest, Doc.

Just risked his life in a shoot-out
of tremendous proportions.

- Oh, man.
- Uh, well, if he's
a police officer.

Could you step this way, please?

Dr. Webner, call the operator.

Oh, my!

I've never seen
one like it before.

Well, can't you just
lance it or somethin'?

Oh, my.

No, it's too early. You'll have
to wait another day at least.

Oh, no, Doc, no.

Please, can't you just do
anything? I'd really appreciate it.

Well, um, yeah, I... I
suppose I could try.

- This might hurt a little.
- Just do it.

Oh, there you are,
Mr. Sybert. You know,

Dr. Schimmer has been
looking all over for these.

I'm very busy at the moment,
nurse. Yes, I can see that.

Susan is going to take you
back up to the fifth floor...

where they're gonna
give you some Jell-O.

- You don't want to miss Jell-O.
- Okay, but then I'll have to
feed the ducks.

- Right.
- Hey, who is that guy? Isn't he a doctor?

Oh, my.

Oh, my. That is rather horrid.

- Did you get it fixed?
- Nah. Maybe tomorrow. It's not ready.

- What is that thing?
- What do you think it is? I sit on it.

I lost him.

Well, he was in bad shape, Doc.

- It wasn't your fault.
- I'm not so sure
about that.

What? I should have
stopped the carotid bleeding.

I don't know what... Sir, I don't think
you know what it is you're sayin' here.

I could've saved him.
I may have botched it.

Now, look here, Doc,

you're broaching serious
issues of proximate cause.

We all know it was this piece
of garbage that killed him.

Come here. Now, see,

if people think it was some
kind of a medical accident,

and some lawyer hears about it, this
guy could get off in 18 months on assault.

But if we write it up D.O.A.,

we solve all kinds of problems
and tell the truth besides.

Officer, what you
just suggested...

comes under the heading
of criminally fraudulent filing,

which happens to be
a felony in this state.

You're needed in
Treatment, Sweeney.

As for you, what's your name?

Renko.

Well, Officer Renko, your
captain will be hearing from me.

And, uh, you make a cool
40 bucks for your trouble.

Look, it's the simplest
thing in the world, pal.

You stumble in front
of a late-model car.

You fall down and scream
like your back is broken.

They come and cart
you off to a doctor

friend of mine for a
five-minute examination.

- I'll do it.
- Beat it. Mind your own business.

I'm sorry.

I... I don't mean to seem
out of line, or nothin', mister,

- but I couldn't help
overhearing your proposition.
- I said, beat it.

I even got a trick shoulder. It
pushes right out of the socket.

I'm just what
you're lookin' for.

You're too short.

- Big guy makes - a better splash.
- Oh, yeah?

I like that.

You do auditions.

Hey, what about me?

Here. Here's a couple
quarters. Go kill yourself.

Hey!

You thing! You filth!

Yech! Fay?

Anything wrong?

My best pair of boots just got
saluted by one of your wine stewards.

Uh-huh. It's part
of the terrain.

Why don't you go in the
ladies' room and clean them off?

I've been in your
ladies' room before.

Here.

What's that?

My article on John
Gennaro. So soon?

I'm so mad, Frank, I could spit.

"The inside story of Gennaro's
death wish. Was it drugs or suicide?"

Oh, my God. By Fay Furillo.

They did a hatchet
job on me, Frank.

I mean, everything I
wrote, they turned it around.

They made John look like some
sort of crazed, masochistic weirdo.

I mean, it-it's lurid...

and it's distorted,
and I'm gonna sue.

You didn't know what they do to feature
articles in this kind of publication?

No, I didn't.

I mean, I wrote a very sensitive,
humane article about a great actor.

They turned it into a
first-rate sleaze job.

I am a journalist.
I'm not a ghoul.

Well, next time you'll be wiser.

If there is a next time.

You know, Gennaro's
estate could sue me.

It's happened.

Thanks. Oh.

Yes. And 7:30.

Mrs. Furillo, I was, um... I... I
was just looking for John LaRue.

I accept. You accept?

You wanted drinks and dinner, you got
drinks and dinner. Is 7:30 good for you?

Tonight? Read that.
We'll talk about it later.

Hello, Fay. Hi, Ray.

Did you see that?

I'll bet you a 20 I park
in her garage tonight.

I want my lawyer. The
cuffs are on too tight!

I want my lawyer!
I'll be right there, Leo.

Freaks! Communists! Robots!

We picked up the car
in the Mizell shooting.

He was in it with a police .38.

Name's James Feeny.
He cop to anything?

He's got four words.
"I want my lawyer."

Car impounded, pistol going to
the lab? Covered on that, Captain.

Get a search warrant on
his home address. Got it.

Oh. First call Jerry Fuchs. I
want him posted on this. All right.

Al, I had the brace off in front of 20
people, and I was dukin' with the guy.

Under the most extreme
form of provocatory duress.

No, no, no. All I see here is a possible
supplementary suit against Mizell's estate.

No, no. I'm thinkin', man... I'm thinkin'
we should settle on the whiplash and run.

John. John, you have never
been in a stronger position.

Hey, you didn't just return a former
luxury car to your brother-in-law.

The veins in his neck
were throbbin' so hard,

I thought he was gonna
pitch an embolism.

If I'm lucky, the guy sues me.

Otherwise, he breaks my
legs. I mean, I can't blame him.

He loans me some beautiful
wheels. They come back junk.

The doctor diagnoses an
overheated imagination...

caused by acute
financial difficulties.

You short of cash, John?

Hmm? Would, um, a
thousand dollars help you out?

Oh, hey. Hey, Al, uh,
I... I couldn't. I mean...

Come on, now. It's
absolutely routine.

It's an advance against
your settlement, hmm?

I mean, you pay a... A
nominal rate of interest.

Uh, what kind of rate?

Ah, a couple of points a week.

Not to worry.

A man with a gun in a bar. 101
Santa Fe Avenue. Possible hostages.

Hey, Pepitone, Garcia.

Coffey, Bates, see
Lieutenant Hunter at the scene.

Let's go, Luce.

What's the beef?

Some guy's got eight people, and
about half a dozen weapons in there.

He's mad at somebody.

You in there,
this is the police.

Surrender yourself now
and we'll consider this

nothing more than a
minor misunderstanding.

If you should insist on
continuing, however,

I cannot be responsible for
the immediate consequences.

You want us?

Hey, you want us?

Then just come on in!

Deploy Casey on the overpass. I
want Charles on that roof over there.

Put Lytel and Beckwith, uh,
over there by those side windows.

I want Peterson around the back.

Any response, Joe? He's
still not picking up, Lieutenant.

I understand you and Bates had an encounter
with this character several hours ago.

What sort of profile
can you give me?

The guy's a vet, sir, and he's got a
lot of problems left over from the war.

Judas, man!

The last planeload left that
peninsula nearly a decade ago.

Let's deal with present
tangibles, shall we?

Howard, this is Ray Saunders
from the South Side Veteran's Center.

He's Tucker's counselor.

No chance for a clean
shot, sir, not without goin' in.

A shot? Isn't that a little
premature, Lieutenant?

There are eight innocent people
in there with him, Saunders.

What do you think
their answer would be?

Look, I've had over 400 hours of
sessions with Tucker, Lieutenant.

Believe me, the only person
he'll hurt in there is himself.

Alessi, I want you out in
back with Peterson. Now!

Let me talk to him.

He'll answer me.

Start dialing, Coffey.

This is Ray, Vernon.

I gotta talk to you, man.

It's ringing.

We can work this out, Vernon.

Pick up the phone, Vernon.

- Let's talk about it.
- Pick up the phone, man.

I gotta talk to you, Vernon.
Can you hear me, Vernon?

There's a nothin' to
talk about, Saunders.

Talk to me, Vernon. Tell
me what you need, man.

I need 20 cops bustin' in
here with rifles, counselor.

I need someone to kill the
screamin' in my head, man.

He rang off,
Captain. Yes, hold on.

Got a patch in from
the captain, Howard.

Stay back.

Yes, I'm aware of that, Howard.

Chesley's already apprised me.

No, I won't
authorize it. Not yet.

Have you sent for his wife?

Well, we'll just have to
take that risk, won't we?

Get her.

Yeah. Right.

I trust you had a productive
session with your client, Ms. Currin.

Yes, thank you, Captain. I take it
that means he's consented to plea.

Not exactly.

You're aware that we've placed
Feeny at the scene of the shooting.

Yeah, I am. In
addition to which,

Ballistics has positively
I.D.'d the piece...

found at his residence
as the one that got Mizell.

Your client doesn't have a
hell of a lot of leverage going in,

so if you're gonna deal,
I'd do it while you still can.

Strictly off the record, okay,
Captain? Strictly off the record?

I admit my client
was at the scene.

I even admit he was
involved in the incident,

but strictly as a
matter of self defense.

But there are other dynamics
involved in this. Other dynamics?

Well, we'll hash it all
out later with the D.A.

- What the hell's going on here?
- I gotta make a court date. Captain.

Ray, get me Daniels.
His office just called.

They said the D.A. would be over at 5:00
to talk about the, uh, Mizell homicide.

Call him right back. All right.

My, aren't we looking a little testy
today? What are you doing up here?

Duty calls, incarnated as a
15-year-old rape artist with three priors.

Joyce, you just got
out of the hospital.

I admire devotion to duty,
but do you think this is smart?

I think so. I think if I don't get
back up on the horse again fast,

I may not get back on at all.

Mmm.

Hmm. Don't you think 24
hours bed rest might be in order?

I had nightmares about this
place all last night. Some rest.

Besides, I have an Italian bodyguard
with a killer right, remember?

Uh, excuse me.

Uh, the chief is out for the
rest of the afternoon, Frank.

I just left word.
Damn. Thanks, Ray.

What's happening?

I just had a chat
with Feeny's lawyer,

who was doing an excellent
impersonation of the Cheshire cat.

I have the feeling the only
person further out in the cold...

in the Mizell case
than I am, is Mizell.

Better go see my little monster.

First rate, Frank.

I admire a man whose
reach exceeds his grasp.

You'll have to excuse me, Councilman
Detweiler. I'm really jammed up here.

Well, I understand you're having
a problem with the, uh, Mizell case.

I'm not sure I follow you.

Well, with your suspect,
actually, uh, James Feeny.

Why don't you just
get to the point?

Well, what if I were to tell
you that the D.A.'s office,

on direct orders from
your chief of police,

is going to allow
Mr. Feeny to walk.

- Why would Daniels do that?
- To cover the dirt.

Frank, the story on Officer
Mizell is beginning to, uh, spread.

Your suspect could
make it front-page news.

Everybody knows that Chief Daniels
is gonna run for mayor next November.

A candidate who
already has Lew Hogan...

and Jefferson Heights
around his neck...

can't afford another
scandal. I have Feeny cold.

Yes, and, uh, Hitler
took Moscow, didn't he?

Hold it. I'm tired of being
led around by the nose...

while you types play footsies
with one another under the table.

If I'm gonna be in charge
of this investigation,

I need all the cards,
starting with yours.

I'm telling you
what I know, Furillo.

Then tell me what you're
getting out of all this. Me?

I'm not getting anything.

I've just informed a police official
about an attempted cover-up,

a cop who will do his darndest
to protect the integrity of the force.

And put a knife in Daniels's
political balloon along the way.

Aw. Oh, I... I get it.

You're running for mayor too.

I filed this morning.

I'm the best man, Furillo.

I could do the police a
lot of good, especially you.

And you can get out of here now.

Don't slide on this one, Captain.
You could get a butt full of splinters.

I didn't see you. I'm sorry.

You all right?

Somebody call... Somebody
call an ambulance! Hurry!

Can you feel that? I'm pinching
your arm. Can you feel that?

All right, give him
some room. Stand back.

What happened? Uh,
he came out from the...

Did you hit him?
Is that the idea?

If you hit him, go
stand against the car.

Back up, sir. Back up
on the sidewalk. Let's go.

Sorry, ma'am, let's go.
Back on the sidewalk.

Now, did anyone see
what happened here?

Did you see what happened?

I saw the whole thing, Officer.

Pick up the phone, Tucker.

Your wife would very
much like to speak to you.

He's not answering, Lieutenant.

You're running
out of time, Tucker.

The line just went dead.

Sweeney feels he can get a percentage
shot off through the side window, sir.

Someone's coming out!

Hold your fire!

He's got a gun, and he wanted...

Okay, okay. Take your time.

Here, sit down.
Sit down. Come on.

Sit down. Take your
time. Take your time.

You're safe. You're safe.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

What does he want?

He said he'd release
all the hostages.

On what terms?

He wants his wife and
some cop he called "21 days."

- I think he means me,
Lieutenant.
- Negative.

It's against policy to exchange
police officers for hostages.

Eight for two. That
sounds like a fair deal.

Lieutenant. Joe, a policeman's
function is arbitration and action,

not catering to the whims of
some lunatic with a weapon.

He says he'll release all the hostages
if we give him his wife and Joe.

I say it's a good risk.

Only if they agree. He seems more anxious
to make a point than to hurt anyone.

Okay, go. Right.

Lieutenant.

The captain says it's up
to Joe and Mrs. Tucker,

but under no circumstances
does he get anyone else.

Joseph, in two more minutes
I could secrete a weapon...

It's all right, Lieutenant. This is not a
situation that you play according to Hoyle.

Time is on your side, Wilna.
Time and love. I hope you're right.

I promise you, the longer you're in
there with him, the better our chances are.

Okay. How you doin'?

Pretty well.

This whole thing's
gonna turn out all right.

Can I get an amen?

Amen.

How long have they
been out of view, Alf?

Do you feel they're at risk?

Then have Howard's
men track for position.

I don't want to... Right.

I'm gonna be talking
to the D.A.'s people...

for a couple of minutes,
so you coordinate with Leo.

But this is authorization. Do
what you have to out there.

What can I do you for, Captain?

I'd like to see your
degree, Dr. Renko. Captain?

Your medical degree. I'm
sorry, sir. I don't understand.

Didn't you make a diagnosis
earlier today at County?

Didn't you try to talk an intern into
writing up a shooting victim D.O.A.?

Well, sir, yes, I... I raised the
possibility with the gentleman, sir,

with an off-the-cuff suggestion.

An attempt to coerce a physician
into criminally fraudulent filing...

is hardly an off-the-cuff
suggestion, mister.

You're lucky you still have a
badge. The guy was dying in the car.

So a little street justice
was in order, right?

You opened this department
and precinct to all kinds of trouble.

You risked your partner's
reputation for one thing...

Sir, I'm not gonna stand
there while a killer gets off!

You're a lazy cop,
and that's a lying cop!

You get your head up
or get out of this business.

Is that it? Yes.

I don't understand why
I gotta wear this thing.

Your arm is hurt very terribly.

Please to fill this at Fontain
Pharmacy. This is two blocks that way.

- What's this for?
- The pain.

- I don't feel any pain.
- The pain will begin later.

- I don't have any money.
- They will extend credit.

We need the
record of medication.

What about X-rays?
Not to be concerned.

What do you mean, "not to be
concerned"? Don't I need some X-rays?

You are an inquisitive
little bum, aren't you?

We took a special kind of
X-ray while you were sitting there.

Now go to this pharmacy.
Then come to see me next week.

That's it? That's it. Very much.

Doctor. Thank you.

Right this way.

Gloria Currin you know,
representing Jim Feeny.

This is Leon Freed,
Drug Enforcement

Administration, and, of
course, Captain Fuchs.

This where the captain finds out
what everybody else already knows?

Very simply, Ms. Currin's client's in a
position to do the D.E.A. a lot of good.

He can make cases for us
in six different cities, Captain.

The guy does escrow
on coke deals. Allegedly.

- He also killed a cop.
- Allegedly.

And while I wouldn't
think this is the best

place to discuss the
merits of our case...

You'd be lucky if you
make it manslaughter.

I will say that in
declining to prosecute,

we've considered that a policeman's
life and reputation are involved.

Meaning,

I put your cop on
trial alongside Feeny,

the stories I hear,
Feeny comes out second.

He was your cop.

- It's federal, Frank.
- What terms?

We waive prosecution in the
death and all adjunctive matters.

D.E.A. gets him for three years.

- After which?
- Witness relocation.

But we send him right
back for trial, Captain,

the minute he doesn't cooperate.

I mean, if you could think
of it in terms of priorities.

Don't read me a lesson
in civics, Mr. Freed.

We had an appointment,
Captain Fuchs.

Just for the wrap-up, Frank, could
I get all your paperwork on Mizell?

- Captain Fuchs.
- When can I get
the paperwork, Captain?

Call me tomorrow morning.

The D.E.A.'s been romancing
Feeny for three months.

I understand that.

I also understand that someone
with the worries you had this morning...

would be delighted to see
this investigation closed.

That's not gonna happen, Jerry.

What is it with you, Furillo?

You want to crucify me? Huh?

You wanna make your
career by burying mine?

If you didn't keep a tight enough
rein on Mizell, if he was freelancing,

that's just bad
administrative judgment, Jer.

But believe me, if you're thinking
about some kind of cover-up...

All I'm doing is obeying orders
and letting the damn thing drop.

You're the only one
who's pushing the issue.

Let me explain
something to you, friend.

All that happened in that room today
was that the D.A. declined prosecution.

That means we don't do
Mizell's laundry in public.

But he was a cop,
and he was killed.

For internal circulation,

never mind the possibility that Feeny
loses his voice as a federal witness,

Daniels is gonna have a report.

That means he's gonna
give you the opportunity...

to make just the mistake you've been
thinking about by holding back your files.

I don't understand this, Frank.
What the hell's going on here?

Come on, Jerry. For God's sake,
open your eyes. It's called a power play.

Between Detweiler and
Daniels and the mayor's race,

you might just end up
with your head on a platter.

Oh, yeah?

Well, maybe I'll just have to
play some politics of my own.

Guys like Daniels and
Detweiler make their careers...

on the backs of middle-level
grunts like you and me.

I'm telling you this
as a friend, Jerry.

Your only alternative is to
play it straight, by the numbers.

You gotta believe me, Frank. I
don't deserve a hanging party.

Look, if the files are embarrassing,
take the embarrassment.

I can't believe they're any more
than that. You're just too good a cop.

But if you hold back
or sanitize them,

Daniels can scapegoat
you anytime he wants.

You'll spend the rest of
your career in his hip pocket.

You'll have 'em on your
desk tomorrow morning.

What's the trouble, 21 days?

My back hurts.

Lord gives us crosses, huh?

Vern, what do you say we just get out
of here and go get a pizza or something?

Hey, it's all right.

Listen to her.

She's got a talent for it.

She's got a callin', you know?

Just keep it up. Keep it up.

- I'm sorry.
- Then keep it up!

Hey, why don't you lighten
up, Vernon? Lighten up?

Lighten up? Okay. Okay, man.

Okay.

Here's the plan, 21 days.

Here's the point.

Now, I'm gonna
count down from five.

When I'm finished,
I'm taking you out, man.

I'm gonna blow you away.

That... That's my plan.

If you got a plan "B,"
that's your problem.

Okay?

Vernon.

So, now pick up
the piece, turkey.

Or if you ain't got a hair
to do it... Now pick it up.

Forget it, Vernon. I'm not
gonna shoot you. Forget it?

Forget it?

You forget it, 21 days!

Hell, this is gonna
take you all until

tomorrow afternoon to
put this one behind you.

It's gonna take a lot of
positive thinkin', man!

Now pick it up!

I'm not doin' it,
Vernon. Come on, man.

Okay. O-Okay.

Hey, m-maybe you don't
mind gamblin' with your own life.

What about gamblin'
with hers? Huh? Yeah.

Come on now. Stop
it, Vernon! Yeah, yeah!

Come on, 21 days.
I'm counting, man!

- Vernon, I said stop it!
- Five, four, three! Come on,
man! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Vernon! Vernon!

When I went away
and I got my uniform,

on the way over, I remember
I was thinkin' about how...

when I was an old guy,

I'd take my grandson up in the
attic and I'd show him the uniform.

But after I got back,

after those three weeks...

when nobody wanted...

I went out in the
woods and I burned it.

I burned my uniform.

Long day, huh, Luce?