Hill Street Blues (1981–1987): Season 6, Episode 1 - Blues in the Night - full transcript
Goldblume is held hostage by the leader of a radical group. Belker gets some bad news while working undercover. Renko is given a backstage pass to see his favorite singer. Renko and LaRue bet on who can make it to work faster.
Sector B patrols up profile at
the Clark redevelopment
construction site.
Pop whoever's been
stealing the bricks.
Seven, ongoings and undercovers.
Two units are alerted
for Muller and Crane,
clerks at the ML King
And Bragan and Zachary,
junkies in the stop and cop blocks.
And Detective Belker's
at the Woof and Gardens.
He's after that cat burglar
who's been mauling
the residences there.
Item Eight, memo from
Division Commander Svenson
re personnel
experiencing illness the day
prior to starting
their vacations.
- Lieutenant, noise complaint
on the S.O.I.L. house.
- Get O'Brien and Philips
when they come up, okay?
- Yeah.
- Or hang on!
I think there's a notify
officer on this address.
- Schwartzman.
Belker!
He ain't here.
Excuse me?
No, ma'am, he ain't here.
This is Hill Street.
Well, I'm sorry if my voice
doesn't sound familiar.
Well, if that's who you are,
then you ought to know he...
Look, is this urgent?
All right.
If I see him, I
will let him know.
Yes, I'm leaving a message.
You were dizzy, but
you're feeling better now.
You love him and it's
gonna cool off tonight
so he doesn't need to
leave the air conditioner on.
That's it? That's the message?
Mrs. Belker, he ain't
here. This is night shift.
- Yeah? Lieutenant Goldblume?
You got a please notify
on 1416 Clarendon?
These S.O.I.L. house people?
- Hi.
- Hi. We off?
- You're being awfully good
about this dinner, Furillo.
I could say you got the plague.
- Thought we
already used that one.
Can we make an
early exit, though?
I'm bushed.
- You have my
solemn vow, darlin'.
Me and Robert will be
finished no later than 11:15.
Yes, ma'am. I love you, too.
You're my alibi, Bobby.
- Serious overtime on Magruder
trial deposition, Daryl Ann.
- All that paperwork?
- Right.
He didn't go spending no $100
to meet some country western
singer backstage, no, sir.
- Wait a minute, Bobby.
Angel ain't just some
country and western singer.
He...
- Hey, Renko?
This guy's got a delivery.
- Yes, sir.
- WGZZ, Meet the Man
contest, Number 14?
- Yes, sir, Andrew J. Renko.
- Benjamin Franklin.
- Well, you must be the
real country fan, Mr., uh...
Knowing all them facts
about Bobby's life like that.
- I wouldn't know Bobby
Angel from Charlie's Angels, pal.
I'm a ticket broker.
We bought this from
the guy who won.
Get backstage. You ask for Bear.
- Bear.
Well, I know as a
responsible human husband,
I should be suffering
deep budgetary remorse.
But right now, you're
looking at one happy cowboy.
- Burger before
the show, cowboy?
- Uh-huh.
- I'm getting off
the night watch,
going on days tomorrow
morning. I think 0800.
- This creep's scaring
these old people so bad.
I'm afraid someone's gonna die.
Other night, he came
into a lady's living room
right through the ceiling.
- Oh, garage.
- Uh, not in this old
place. Old garbage chute.
Now he either goes through
there or up the fire escape.
Nasty stakeout.
- Oh, I done a lot
of dumpsters before.
This ain't so bad.
- I'm on a two-hour circuit.
- I'll see you in a
couple of hours.
- Holler if you need me.
- Will do.
- J. D.?
- Hmm?
- You still staying at
your brother-in-law's?
- 'Til tomorrow, yeah.
- Yeah.
Renko says the fastest
way to get to work from there
is Clifford Avenue.
- Uh-uh. Portland.
- You see?
- That's right, Andy.
Portland's got no left 69.
- Guys talk pretty big
for people who ain't lived
in the same neighborhood
like I have for eight years.
- Takes me 20
minutes to get to work.
- But you only live on 87th.
- Hey, it takes me 20.
I leave at 6:25.
- You lie.
- I lie, Renko? I lie
about a lot of stuff.
Not about when I leave for work.
- Wait a minute.
Now you mean Portland
from Height Circle Street?
Shot up there to Maplewood?
- Right, 6:25.
- Robert, I think I'm
gonna be able to finance
my backstage visit.
Okay, $100, you and me
says Renko's route is faster.
- Portland to Hudson to Deckert?
- Renko...
- That's right, that's right.
Portland to Hudson
to Deckert, okay?
We got a wager, 6:25
tomorrow morning.
You take your
route, I'll take mine.
- A yard? Well, you got it.
- You got it.
Okay, seconds on the car
verifying route and speed.
- Right.
- Bobby, you be my second?
- I'm not gonna get up at 6:00
in go all the way across town...
- Hey, Tony, get
one for the series.
Victory margin total time?
- Don't go south
on me now, brother.
Now, lieutenant, would
you please be the referee?
- Referee? You've got a contest?
What's the...
- No, it's not a
contest. It's not a bet.
It's somebody making
a charitable contribution
to the Andrew J. Renko
budget-balancing campaign.
Time for the campaign,
okay? Time for the concert.
I'll talk to you later.
- Where you gonna get
the money, Rockefeller?
- Full faith in the credit
of Parnelli J. Renko.
- Don't start with me, Blackie.
Blackie, don't start with me!
All right, okay.
But you know how
you are with weisswurst.
- Ah-ah-ah, where's your mask?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Oh, sorry.
Thought you were
one of my students.
We've been mixing
vanadium stains.
It's very toxic.
- Well, I heard that you
sometimes let people...
I mean, hobbyists who aren't
students use the school kiln.
- Sure. What you got?
- Well, it's rough stuff.
The pots I made
on the kitchen table.
- Well, a coil pot,
slab pot with weaving.
That's very ambitious. And?
- Uh, I bought the
unfinished horse, you know.
Painted it with
this china glaze.
It's for a kid I know.
- Very nice work.
Well, this will fire
about three hours.
Of course, the pots
will take a lot longer.
- Well, if it doesn't
matter to you, I would like
to wait for that horse.
Is that possible?
I mean, tomorrow's
the kid's birthday.
So it's...
- Did you bring a book?
- What kind of book
was I supposed to bring?
- No, just something
so you could kill time.
- Oh, I'm not gonna get bored.
And I'm not gonna
drive you crazy either
with a bunch of questions.
- What's your name?
- Lucy Bates.
- Tom Hopper.
- Hi. How are you?
Ooh.
You from the police?
- How you allow something
like this to happen.
- Ain't no way we
can live with this noise!
They got to go!
- Living in there like kids.
I live way down far,
and I can smell the bottle.
- What happened
to our agreement?
No volume over 60 decibels!
No speeches after 5:00!
Calvin, I didn't
come here to shout!
I came to talk!
- Might come in there and
scream for more sounds.
I used to be so laid back.
But now I have to take every
minute of security, you know.
- Not really. Why is that?
- Well, there's been betrayals
from several directions.
And I'm trying now to
determine whether or not
they know anything about it.
- The only thing I know
about is the noise complaints.
- Well, when you
have information
about tomorrow's
housing coalition meeting,
the S.O.I.L. received
no apartment allotment
from Clark redevelopment.
- Thought that
came out last month.
- Oh, it's impossible.
This conspiracy...
Leaves me with nothin', man.
- Whoa, whoa. What conspiracy?
- You know. You were out there.
- No, I don't know.
- You carry a gun.
- I'm a cop.
- I know you are.
And I know why you're here.
- Calvin?
- I have to have
your weapon, Henry.
- Well, I won't give
it to you, Calvin.
- Guards! I need
my guards in here!
- This is not smart.
- I don't have any choices.
I want this man disarmed.
I'm asking for his weapon.
Fire on him only
if he refuses me.
Please don't force
me! I'm trying, Henry.
I'm trying to keep my balance!
- In case anybody's
counting calories, the sauce
is made with whipped cottage
cheese instead of sour cream.
- Oh, that looks fabulous.
But I'm afraid it's a
little too late to undo
the pastrami sandwiches, huh?
The staple diet of
the Public Defenders.
- I thought we'd
switch to a Montrachet.
Have a little more body,
but still the unmistakable
laughter of a peasant
girl in the bouquet.
- Now that I've
met the Furillos,
I have a suggestion for Frank.
- What's that?
- Get that gorgeous
wife of yours
out of the Public
Defender's office.
- I just got back into it.
- I mean, don't you miss
her? Get her home for dinner.
- She usually is
home for dinner.
I'm the one who's usually late.
- Really? That's
an interesting tidbit.
- Honey, our duty hours overlap.
I sometimes work late
when Joyce doesn't work.
- My understanding is that
the whole damned office
works 'til damn near
midnight every single night.
At least, that's
what Jim tells me.
What about it. You
gonna back him up?
- Actually, I'm a
D.A., Mrs. McNeil.
No question we all work
some pretty long hours, though.
- Well, I have a
confession to make.
Wanna hear my
confession, Big Jim?
- Honey, please, huh?
- Your pals can stick up
for you as much as they like.
I already know about her.
I even know what
she does for you.
None of you knows that!
I hired a dick.
Jim's got a little hooker
feeds him dog food.
- Sorry. Uh...
- Phone's in the living room.
- The guy took pictures
with a telephoto lens.
Jim's down on all fours.
The tramp's feeding him Kibble
and this twisto's lapping it up!
- Rosie, shut your mouth!
- He's kicking me
under the table.
Go ahead.
Smack me in front of the cop.
I dare you! Lay it on, Big Jim!
- All right, that's it.
I'm gonna dump you.
I'm gonna dump you so hard
you're in the street, you cow!
- My attorney's gonna
pinch your head off!
I'll beat you!
- You think so, huh?
I got $20,000 stashed away.
You're not gonna find
a nickel, not a penny!
- Uh, sorry, folks.
Police business.
- Is my car blocking yours?
- Will someone who's
leaving walk Jim?
- Okay, you got it.
- Sandusky bets Renko?
- That's why you're broke, Otto.
- Hey, don't listen to him.
- Gretchen?
Sweetheart, over here!
Oh, you look wonderful.
Good to see you.
- Gee, this looks
like a lot more fun
than Carmine's and a movie.
- I'm bank for an extremely
important challenge race here
and I can't leave my post.
Come on, have some supper.
And don't be so smart with me.
Mrs. S., my tab!
- Hey, fellas, there's a
commotion on the lot.
- 911, Mrs. Scalisi.
I'm enjoying this
wonderful meat loaf.
- I'm only saying
'cause on account
of they're near
yours and Joe's cars.
- We interrupt our regular
broadcast to bring you
this special news bulletin.
We have a situation developing
in the city's Hill District.
Let's go now to Bob on
the scene with the report.
- Okay, now, you're
out, now, okay?
I call Mr. Fitsi in the morning,
and you're finished!
- Mr. Super gonna
call the landlord, huh?
How do you like this?
- Hold it! Hold it!
Cool it, all right,
fellas? Cool it!
- Jerk put my dog in
a washing machine!
- Dog wet on my floor!
He needs to be cleaned up!
- Okay, okay!
Did he start the
washing machine?
- No. No way.
- No, but you left the
animal in there, didn't you?
- Hey! Shut up now! Hey!
We're inside! We're eating!
We're trying to have
a nice peaceful meal!
Now you, you stay
away from the dog.
And you, you clean
up the garbage!
- And nobody touch the cars.
- Go on.
Aw, shut up with your
loudmouth bragging!
You're gonna be bragging out
of the other side of your mouth
when you get in the ring
with Johnny Hurricane!
- It ain't gonna happen!
- Bunch of damn nonsense.
- We interrupt this program
for a special news bulletin.
Situation developing
in the city's Hill District.
- I'll walk!
Congratulations on the gridlock!
- Chief?
- How did they get Goldblume?
- There was a noise complaint.
Henry went over to ask them
to turn down the speakers.
- Captain? We finally
got records access.
Matthias has a long
history of depressive illness.
He stopped the lithium
maintenance program
eight months ago.
- I demand acknowledgment.
I want to know I've been heard.
- Just a minute, Calvin.
- What's he talking about?
- You have so much contempt
for a man who came here
by professional choice.
- He wants a
face-to-face negotiation.
- Excuse us now.
Pretty cute, huh?
The man's losing clout, so he
choreographs a confrontation.
- I don't think this
was choreographed.
- We're not giving
an inch, Frank.
Calvin is not
going to rehabilitate
his reputation
through blackmail!
- I don't disagree with that.
I also don't wanna
issue ultimatums here.
I wanna get Henry out.
- You're assassinating him.
- Calvin.
- Go ahead and
meet with the lunatic
if you think it's appropriate.
- Do I get to sit down
with you, Captain?
Yes or no?
- Yes. Yes.
- Thank you.
- Bobby? Come on out, man.
You got people out here for you.
Okay, son?
- Hey, there. Bobby Angel.
- Yes, sir. Andrew
J. Renko, sir.
- Andy, is this the little wife?
- No, sir.
- Dora Jean
Saperstein, Mr. Angel.
- Well, if you
two ain't married,
give me a big old
kiss, Dora Jean.
Well, let's sit down
here and get homey.
So you won the chance
to set a spell with me, huh?
So what kind of contest was it?
- Facts about your life, Bobby.
- Facts about my life?
You hear that, Bear?
Well, I bet you don't
know why that this hombre
sitting here in front of
you is known as Big Bobby
by every gal he ever knew.
- Well, I don't know, but
I sure am willing to learn.
- Well, wowee.
Come and tie my
yippee to a tree!
- Sit down, Andy!
Give her a drink of that.
Excuse me while I put
in my damn contacts.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey, Bear, get
me a setup, will you?
- Pat her on the back!
Don't let her die on us!
Well, what do you do, Andrew?
- Well, sir...
- Oh, forget about the
sir. The name is Bobby.
Go on. Use it.
- Bobby.
- Bobby.
- Well, uh, I'll tell you,
course I have a job.
But the number one
thing and love in my life
besides my wife and
child is country music.
Country music
played from the soul.
And I think your music
personifies all that is best
in the American character.
Oh, my God.
- Go on, Andrew. I
ain't missing a word.
- I just can't watch.
- Why? You had a swig.
You ain't temperance.
- It's just something
I can't see, sir.
- Well, I respect
your wishes, Andrew.
We gotta respect the church
folks there, Norma Jean.
Well, it's safe. You
can turn around now.
- Oh, my God.
- Fooled you!
- You know, you shouldn't
ought to done that, Bobby.
- Well, why is that?
- I have taken a solemn
vow that I cannot break.
- Wow. Why is he
getting weird on us?
Don't go away mad, hoss.
- Uh, excuse me.
Andrew J. Renko,
Hill Street Precinct.
We got a narcotics
possession in there.
- Not the man!
- Yeah, afraid so.
You're gonna have
to make the collar.
- That breaks my heart.
- Breaks mine, too.
- Seen these
surveillance photos, Chief?
Interesting combination of
armament and animal husbandry
on that building's roof.
- You know, Howard,
if this meeting
between the captain and
Mathias isn't productive,
I would be very interested
in hearing your suggestions.
- I'd be delighted to oblige.
They got Henry trussed
up like a Christmas pig.
- Are you all right, Henry?
- Dynamite outfit, huh, Frank?
- Got Henry all duked up.
- Same decor inside.
- Wanna tell the captain
we have dynamite inside?
We have dynamite
inside, Captain.
Okay, Henry, message delivered.
- What do you want?
- Listen, I had no
intention of taking this man.
This man appeared
out of a series of events
that now have
taken control of me.
- I believe that. I think
this just happened.
And I don't wanna see
it get out of hand, Calvin.
- Are you trying to tell
me that I have enemies?
That people wanna see me undone?
- Let Lieutenant Goldblume
go. Let's back away from this.
- What are you
offering? Immunity?
The terms have to be my terms.
They have to be my terms because
I am now a man without choice.
- Try to listen. What would
get the lieutenant released?
- I have promises, obligations.
- What are they?
- I need several
millions of dollars.
And transportation to Nicaragua.
- Asking for that kind
of money and a plane
turns this into something
different, Calvin.
- Are you threatening me?
- I'm not threatening you.
- These are my demands.
Since I've rid myself of
a chemical conspiracy,
I've been having
trouble getting sleep.
I don't know what
time you call it,
but I see the sunrise behind
that building every morning.
I guarantee this episode
will end before that happens.
Now go on. Get me action.
- We'll work it out, Henry.
- I know.
- Look, I don't care.
Hey, Tony, see if they
got it on eight, okay?
- Yeah.
- Hey, Tomasso, hey.
That 211 can get
active again real easy.
All right, but I want your butt
in a Water Department truck
down on Portland
and 91st at 6:15.
And I want Niagara Falls
outta that hydrant, pal.
Yeah, yeah.
It's a practical
joke on a friend.
Very wise, Tomasso.
Adios, amigo.
Hey, Tony, would
you see if it's on eight?
- You banking that race?
- Yeah.
- I drove once with Renko.
Give me $20 on the rube.
- All right, you're
down. Hey, Tony, try six.
- I just had it on six!
- Well, try it again.
- Is a cop in trouble?
- Yeah.
- Come on, guys.
I got a bad back.
- Why don't you buy one of those
remote control things, Anthony?
- Oh, sure. Then
all I got's fistfights.
Everybody wants control.
All right, guys. We
all settled on six?
- Yeah, yeah.
- That's it. I drink at Cole's.
- Whoa, sorry, Mr. De Rossi.
- I was waiting for my program.
- So drink at Cole's.
We got a cop hostage.
They wanna know he's okay.
Big shot. Two beers a night.
- You'd think they'd at
least say the guy's name.
- It's Lieutenant Goldblume.
I just talked to the precinct.
- What else did they tell you?
- That's it. Captain's
negotiating.
- Do they want backups?
- They want anyone to come in?
- Uh-uh. I gave
him where we are.
- Tony, see what's on 12.
- I suggest that we
mount an aggression
followed by excising
the lieutenant through
one of these windows here.
And by my lights,
they have blundered
by sequestering him
in the corner room.
- Eight tac groups? Stun bombs?
- I asked the lieutenant
to presume engagement
once Goldblume's retrieved.
- Chief?
This is a city street.
That building's a bomb.
- Oh, for God's sake,
Frank. Look around you.
Where's Ozzie Cleveland?
- Vacation.
- Where are Mathias's
former friends from
the Housing Coalition?
- Chief?
- Frank, the man in there
is an embarrassment!
There isn't a black
leader in this city wouldn't
be privately delighted
to see the S.O.I.L. house
turned into a parking lot!
- I'm not sure Mathias
is the one looking
to rehabilitate his
reputation around here.
- All right, Frank. I'm an
insensitive opportunist.
I don't flinch when I see
an opportunity to do my job
and at the same time, rid
the community of a menace.
- This isn't going to
turn into a referendum
on Calvin Mathias's politics
unless you wanna
take over command.
- Oh, please. Not the badge.
- Modify your plans.
If we have to go in,
minimum engagement once
Lieutenant
Goldblume is retrieved.
- Minimum engagement, Captain.
- All right, then
illuminate me, Frank.
What's our plan, Wait
for divine intervention?
- Maybe he'll change his mind.
- My God, I was close.
- Oh, there's lots of
routine, tons of paperwork.
But it's not without
its thrills and spills.
It's an okay job. I like it.
What?
- Well, you should see
yourself in the glow of that kiln.
- What are you saying?
The darker it gets,
the better I look?
- No. In fact, you
look quite beautiful.
- Well, that's a
little hard to believe.
- Maybe you think I'm flirting.
- Are you?
- No, no.
It was a comment, not a come-on.
I'm sorry if I made you nervous.
I didn't mean to.
- You didn't make me nervous.
It's just that I'm not
used to hearing that.
- Well, should be about time.
Let's take a look.
Oh, looks good.
- Yeah, it's shiny.
- Yeah, hence the name glazed.
- Nice color, huh?
- Yeah, my daughter made it.
My wife's been teaching
her to work in enamel.
- How old?
- My daughter's nine.
I also have a 10-year-old boy.
He wanted to be a
painter for about six weeks.
But now it's all computers.
Do you have children?
- No. I'm not married.
- Oh.
- I want to thank you, but
I don't know how to do it.
- Did you enjoy yourself?
- Yeah.
- Well, that's thanks enough.
Unless you wanna come to
my class on Wednesday night.
- Well, maybe. Maybe I will.
- Well, better go get some
boxes for these things.
- Yeah.
- When did it happen?
I want someone to
go to his stake-out.
I don't want him
told over the phone.
Let me know.
- Captain Furillo?
- Fully reconfigured,
Frank. Ready when you are.
- Where is our money?
- It isn't easy raising
two million dollars, Calvin.
- I expected some
resistance with the plane.
- Yeah, some
resistance there too.
- Can't you just see
those cops running around
talking to those bankers?
Trying to get two
million dollars?
Excuse me, sir.
We'd like to have
two million dollars.
What for? We'd like
to buy Calvin a farm.
- Oh, really? How would
you like to have the money?
50s, 100s, 20s?
Man, have I heard
some jive in my time.
- Calvin, you mean they
ain't gonna give no money?
- We're gonna get
that money, Jason.
I was just trying
to catch 'em in a lie.
I was trying to trap them.
There's a reason
for everything I do.
No, don't let me see
doubt in your eye.
Don't let me banish you
from the circle of trust!
Go out and check the others.
Make a circuit of the guards!
- You don't think
they're gonna give in
to your demands, Calvin.
You're forcing yourself
down a dead end.
- No. You're wrong. My
mind's racing way ahead.
There's no way I
can stop the process.
I'm motivated with a new energy.
- You know what's happening?
You're trying to decide
whether or not you wanna die.
Isn't that right, Calvin?
You know you're not
gonna get that money.
You're not gonna fly anyplace.
You just wanna
figure out whether
you want the whole thing to end.
Let me tell you
something, Calvin.
I mean, I got a
selfish interest.
I don't wanna blow up.
But I know how hard
you worked for this house.
It's still my renters
association.
I know this guy.
We had this guy Mathias
on our side, they'd never
turn this building co-op.
This guy knows the housing code.
But you weren't available.
You were working to see that
the runaways and the bust-outs
from the halfway programs
and all the street people
had a place to live.
- I have worked at my time
so that they'd have a home.
- Don't quit working,
Calvin. Don't give up.
- And I've experienced despair!
I tried to chemically
free myself.
I may have an imbalance.
- Don't quit working,
Calvin. Don't stop now.
- I've had tremendous
expectations and dependence.
I've allowed myself cruelties!
- Don't quit working.
- No!
- No! We're gonna die here!
- I sight every time he goes
in front of the east window, sir.
- Roger, dog unit, stand by.
- All right, Captain Furillo.
Where do we stand?
Time's running out.
- We'll have a
decision soon, Calvin.
- You'll have a decision
soon on that money, huh?
They don't intend to pay
this man's reparations.
What they intend to do
is to assault this house.
- You made them reveal
themselves, Calvin.
- You brought the peace.
- We had a plan
for a time like this.
- That's right.
- That's right.
- But those of who
have assignments
for that plan, stay here.
You others go to your rooms.
Know that more than
our blood is gonna spill.
- He's talking about
blowing the place up, Frank.
- Ready your
support units, Howard.
- All units, prepare
to go to condition red.
- I hope to hell you didn't
wait too long on this, Captain.
- Take him on the next sighting.
- I'm offering S.O.I.L.
12 units in the
Clark redevelopment.
- Oh, that's just great.
This man's offering what the
housing coalition couldn't give.
What the urban congress
kicked us out for defending?
- I'm committing to it!
Listen to me, Calvin!
- We're reopening negotiations.
Now you just get one answer.
- Hold your fire, Howard.
- Hold your fire,
Dog Unit, hold fire.
- What's the question, Calvin?
- Your man has
said that S.O.I.L.
could have housing units
in the Clark redevelopment.
True or lying?
- Housing units?
- Uh, let's talk.
- True or false?
- Uh, let me get the
housing people down here.
- See? Now they
break your hearts.
You said 12 units.
- That's possible. It's
a basis for discussion.
It's not some left field request
for seven figures and a plane!
- Frank, the man
has dynamite in there
and he's planning to use it.
- I gave you one answer.
And you returned it with a lie.
Now we're going from 12
to 100. Do you hear me?
We demand 100 units!
- Frank, will you
reinstate the order?
- This is jive. Get
everybody on the roof!
Get them now! Get
them on the roof now!
- Reinstate the order, Howard.
- Dog Unit, take your
target at opportunity.
- When's the sun rising, man?
- Calvin, listen. Calvin!
- Secure the roof!
Explosions are on the roof!
- Go, go, go!
- Secure the roof!
Move it, move it, move!
- Hey, you're under arrest!
- Hey, I ain't done
nothing, man.
- No?
- I ain't been inside.
- Hey, what is this?
What is this, huh?
What is this?
This looks like
a burglar's tool!
- Detective Belker?
- You interfered with my bust!
- They sent us to
get you, Detective.
You got some personal business.
- All right, Henry.
Any the worse for your
stay in that loony bin?
- I'm all right.
Thanks for getting
me outta there.
- No problem, Lieutenant.
- The guy had ideas, Howard.
- The man was an
ambulatory psychopath.
- We let it get away from us.
We should have
gotten him outta there.
- That's why there's chocolate
and vanilla, hey, Ballantine?
- Well, let's see if
we can try and talk
to the released officer.
Uh, Lieutenant?
- Nothing, no comment, sorry.
- Well, I guess
the lieutenant...
- Say something, Lieutenant.
- Yeah, come on.
Tell it like it was.
- Man's got a way with words.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay. Hey, Joe?
McKenzie for a sawbuck on Renko.
- You chalk it up for me, Bobby?
- Yeah.
- So what's with this
negativity, Gretchen?
- Joe, do I have
to paint a picture?
I haven't even seen
you in three weeks.
We were supposed
to meet at the Shore.
Then you changed
it to Carmine's.
Then forget Carmine's.
- That happens to be a buddy
of mine who was being held!
- You blew off the Shore
when I called last week.
- Yeah, but this
explains Carmine's.
Hey, you wanna go home?
You wanna get friendly?
- Suarez stabbed me.
Can you believe that?
That chicken-brain Suarez
went and stabbed me.
Oh!
- Mr. Robinson, can you walk?
- My car, babe. I got
plastic seat covers.
- Okay, now easy
does it, Mr. Robinson.
- The man had a knife
sticking out of him.
- Yeah, well, a lot of
times, nothing vital.
He'll be okay like.
- You mean, he's gonna
have to live that way?
- Never mind. Come on.
- I hate policework!
- You see this?
You know the
weisswurst don't agree.
And yet you'll sit and
you'll beg for the weisswurst.
And then two hours later,
you're impossible to be with!
Go now. Go, stinkpot.
Sleep in the other bedroom.
Blackie?
Control yourself now.
- Bye, sweetheart.
Pop will take care of you now.
Captain?
- I'm sorry, Mick.
- They got a buddy system.
And she didn't answer
Mrs. Vishinsky's call.
Doctor said that her
heart just gave out.
- How old was your mom?
- 84 years old.
She wasn't a young woman.
My father was gone, her pals.
She had to get paired
up with this Mrs. Vishinsky
at this citizen's center.
They didn't even
know each other.
But the doctor said
that she didn't suffer.
I'm gonna miss her so much!
- Hi.
- Hey, honey.
Baby okay?
- Oh, she's fine.
Just couldn't sleep.
And I started
looking at the paper.
I think I'm gonna get a job.
- Job?
- Well, just something to
bring in a little more money.
- Wait.
- You work all day and
then you work nights too.
It's too much.
I try to cut expenses,
but I just can't...
- Working nights
come with my job.
- Andy, it hurts me
that you couldn't go
to that concert tonight.
I know how you wanted to.
- Daryl Ann?
- What?
- I went to the concert.
I saw Bobby Angel.
- I thought we
couldn't afford it.
- I now, but there was
this... I get this pass here
where I got to see Bobby Angel.
And I figured, if I did
work extra hours...
You hate me now, Daryl?
- Don't lie to me,
Andy. It'll ruin things.
- Sorry, girl.
You wanna know what
else happened down there?
- Later.
- Me and J. D. are gonna
race to work this morning.
He said Portland was
faster. And I said Clifford.
- Clifford's faster
to Hill Street, Andy?
- Clifford to Hill Street, yeah.
What? I got a nay-sayer
in my own bed?
- You're the driver.
- Henry all right?
- Mm, he'll be all right.
- Rosie McNeil called.
Wants to know if we're
free for dinner Saturday.
- Good morning, good
morning, good morning.
Gentlemen, start your engines!
- Talk about your Olympics!
Talk about your Super Bowls!
This is gonna be one
knockdown, drag-out, nip and tuck
all-out contest between
two great competitors!
- I understand they aren't
permitted over the speed limit.
- Oh, Andy.
- What?
- Look like you're
going over 30, like 40.
- It's the angle you're
looking at, man.
- 40!
- Don't you think your
partner's romancing
the rules a little bit
over there on Portland?
What the devil's this?
- Looks pretty deep, Andy.
- Well, hang on, brother.
I'm going through.
No!
Oh, sweet mother in
heaven, I can't believe this.
I can't believe
this has happened!
- Andy, look here.
- Oh, my.
Neal, look at that.
Water Department truck
just sitting there doing nothing!
- Uh-huh.
- Come on, pal, just sit there!
You don't wanna ruin your
coffee break now, do you, huh?
- Hey! Hey!
- Heck of a time to get a
busted speedometer, J. D.
- Happened a couple of days ago.
- Well, in my expert
opinion as a police officer,
your present MPH is 47.
- Yeah, well, in my expert
opinion, you're way off.
- I guess they're way off too.
- Give me a break.
We're cops! Hill Street!
- Us too! The Heights!
Pull over!
- Good morning!
- Hey, Sarge.
- Wait!
I have been the
victim of skullduggery!
Tell 'em, Neal!
- Hey, J. D.'s not here yet.
- You got a winner.
- No sale, Renko!
I saw you getting
out of the cab!
- What?
- Uh-huh.
- Excuse me. Excuse me!
Excuse me.
Mr. Renko arrived
in a hired vehicle.
- Oh, yeah, uh-huh.
- Mr. LaRue's car
was driven by Mr. Hill.
The referee declares no contest.
- Andy, get in there.
Get changed, will you?
- Well, what happened, babe?
- Ah, it's not bad enough
that Heights cop gives me
a speeding ticket.
He says Hill's gotta
drive because my driver's
license is a little expired.
- That guy says he needs
Belker's signature on
this arrest report, Sarge.
- Belker's gonna be
taking a personal day today.
Okay, let's get
started. Let's listen up!
Item One...
the Clark redevelopment
construction site.
Pop whoever's been
stealing the bricks.
Seven, ongoings and undercovers.
Two units are alerted
for Muller and Crane,
clerks at the ML King
And Bragan and Zachary,
junkies in the stop and cop blocks.
And Detective Belker's
at the Woof and Gardens.
He's after that cat burglar
who's been mauling
the residences there.
Item Eight, memo from
Division Commander Svenson
re personnel
experiencing illness the day
prior to starting
their vacations.
- Lieutenant, noise complaint
on the S.O.I.L. house.
- Get O'Brien and Philips
when they come up, okay?
- Yeah.
- Or hang on!
I think there's a notify
officer on this address.
- Schwartzman.
Belker!
He ain't here.
Excuse me?
No, ma'am, he ain't here.
This is Hill Street.
Well, I'm sorry if my voice
doesn't sound familiar.
Well, if that's who you are,
then you ought to know he...
Look, is this urgent?
All right.
If I see him, I
will let him know.
Yes, I'm leaving a message.
You were dizzy, but
you're feeling better now.
You love him and it's
gonna cool off tonight
so he doesn't need to
leave the air conditioner on.
That's it? That's the message?
Mrs. Belker, he ain't
here. This is night shift.
- Yeah? Lieutenant Goldblume?
You got a please notify
on 1416 Clarendon?
These S.O.I.L. house people?
- Hi.
- Hi. We off?
- You're being awfully good
about this dinner, Furillo.
I could say you got the plague.
- Thought we
already used that one.
Can we make an
early exit, though?
I'm bushed.
- You have my
solemn vow, darlin'.
Me and Robert will be
finished no later than 11:15.
Yes, ma'am. I love you, too.
You're my alibi, Bobby.
- Serious overtime on Magruder
trial deposition, Daryl Ann.
- All that paperwork?
- Right.
He didn't go spending no $100
to meet some country western
singer backstage, no, sir.
- Wait a minute, Bobby.
Angel ain't just some
country and western singer.
He...
- Hey, Renko?
This guy's got a delivery.
- Yes, sir.
- WGZZ, Meet the Man
contest, Number 14?
- Yes, sir, Andrew J. Renko.
- Benjamin Franklin.
- Well, you must be the
real country fan, Mr., uh...
Knowing all them facts
about Bobby's life like that.
- I wouldn't know Bobby
Angel from Charlie's Angels, pal.
I'm a ticket broker.
We bought this from
the guy who won.
Get backstage. You ask for Bear.
- Bear.
Well, I know as a
responsible human husband,
I should be suffering
deep budgetary remorse.
But right now, you're
looking at one happy cowboy.
- Burger before
the show, cowboy?
- Uh-huh.
- I'm getting off
the night watch,
going on days tomorrow
morning. I think 0800.
- This creep's scaring
these old people so bad.
I'm afraid someone's gonna die.
Other night, he came
into a lady's living room
right through the ceiling.
- Oh, garage.
- Uh, not in this old
place. Old garbage chute.
Now he either goes through
there or up the fire escape.
Nasty stakeout.
- Oh, I done a lot
of dumpsters before.
This ain't so bad.
- I'm on a two-hour circuit.
- I'll see you in a
couple of hours.
- Holler if you need me.
- Will do.
- J. D.?
- Hmm?
- You still staying at
your brother-in-law's?
- 'Til tomorrow, yeah.
- Yeah.
Renko says the fastest
way to get to work from there
is Clifford Avenue.
- Uh-uh. Portland.
- You see?
- That's right, Andy.
Portland's got no left 69.
- Guys talk pretty big
for people who ain't lived
in the same neighborhood
like I have for eight years.
- Takes me 20
minutes to get to work.
- But you only live on 87th.
- Hey, it takes me 20.
I leave at 6:25.
- You lie.
- I lie, Renko? I lie
about a lot of stuff.
Not about when I leave for work.
- Wait a minute.
Now you mean Portland
from Height Circle Street?
Shot up there to Maplewood?
- Right, 6:25.
- Robert, I think I'm
gonna be able to finance
my backstage visit.
Okay, $100, you and me
says Renko's route is faster.
- Portland to Hudson to Deckert?
- Renko...
- That's right, that's right.
Portland to Hudson
to Deckert, okay?
We got a wager, 6:25
tomorrow morning.
You take your
route, I'll take mine.
- A yard? Well, you got it.
- You got it.
Okay, seconds on the car
verifying route and speed.
- Right.
- Bobby, you be my second?
- I'm not gonna get up at 6:00
in go all the way across town...
- Hey, Tony, get
one for the series.
Victory margin total time?
- Don't go south
on me now, brother.
Now, lieutenant, would
you please be the referee?
- Referee? You've got a contest?
What's the...
- No, it's not a
contest. It's not a bet.
It's somebody making
a charitable contribution
to the Andrew J. Renko
budget-balancing campaign.
Time for the campaign,
okay? Time for the concert.
I'll talk to you later.
- Where you gonna get
the money, Rockefeller?
- Full faith in the credit
of Parnelli J. Renko.
- Don't start with me, Blackie.
Blackie, don't start with me!
All right, okay.
But you know how
you are with weisswurst.
- Ah-ah-ah, where's your mask?
- What's that supposed to mean?
- Oh, sorry.
Thought you were
one of my students.
We've been mixing
vanadium stains.
It's very toxic.
- Well, I heard that you
sometimes let people...
I mean, hobbyists who aren't
students use the school kiln.
- Sure. What you got?
- Well, it's rough stuff.
The pots I made
on the kitchen table.
- Well, a coil pot,
slab pot with weaving.
That's very ambitious. And?
- Uh, I bought the
unfinished horse, you know.
Painted it with
this china glaze.
It's for a kid I know.
- Very nice work.
Well, this will fire
about three hours.
Of course, the pots
will take a lot longer.
- Well, if it doesn't
matter to you, I would like
to wait for that horse.
Is that possible?
I mean, tomorrow's
the kid's birthday.
So it's...
- Did you bring a book?
- What kind of book
was I supposed to bring?
- No, just something
so you could kill time.
- Oh, I'm not gonna get bored.
And I'm not gonna
drive you crazy either
with a bunch of questions.
- What's your name?
- Lucy Bates.
- Tom Hopper.
- Hi. How are you?
Ooh.
You from the police?
- How you allow something
like this to happen.
- Ain't no way we
can live with this noise!
They got to go!
- Living in there like kids.
I live way down far,
and I can smell the bottle.
- What happened
to our agreement?
No volume over 60 decibels!
No speeches after 5:00!
Calvin, I didn't
come here to shout!
I came to talk!
- Might come in there and
scream for more sounds.
I used to be so laid back.
But now I have to take every
minute of security, you know.
- Not really. Why is that?
- Well, there's been betrayals
from several directions.
And I'm trying now to
determine whether or not
they know anything about it.
- The only thing I know
about is the noise complaints.
- Well, when you
have information
about tomorrow's
housing coalition meeting,
the S.O.I.L. received
no apartment allotment
from Clark redevelopment.
- Thought that
came out last month.
- Oh, it's impossible.
This conspiracy...
Leaves me with nothin', man.
- Whoa, whoa. What conspiracy?
- You know. You were out there.
- No, I don't know.
- You carry a gun.
- I'm a cop.
- I know you are.
And I know why you're here.
- Calvin?
- I have to have
your weapon, Henry.
- Well, I won't give
it to you, Calvin.
- Guards! I need
my guards in here!
- This is not smart.
- I don't have any choices.
I want this man disarmed.
I'm asking for his weapon.
Fire on him only
if he refuses me.
Please don't force
me! I'm trying, Henry.
I'm trying to keep my balance!
- In case anybody's
counting calories, the sauce
is made with whipped cottage
cheese instead of sour cream.
- Oh, that looks fabulous.
But I'm afraid it's a
little too late to undo
the pastrami sandwiches, huh?
The staple diet of
the Public Defenders.
- I thought we'd
switch to a Montrachet.
Have a little more body,
but still the unmistakable
laughter of a peasant
girl in the bouquet.
- Now that I've
met the Furillos,
I have a suggestion for Frank.
- What's that?
- Get that gorgeous
wife of yours
out of the Public
Defender's office.
- I just got back into it.
- I mean, don't you miss
her? Get her home for dinner.
- She usually is
home for dinner.
I'm the one who's usually late.
- Really? That's
an interesting tidbit.
- Honey, our duty hours overlap.
I sometimes work late
when Joyce doesn't work.
- My understanding is that
the whole damned office
works 'til damn near
midnight every single night.
At least, that's
what Jim tells me.
What about it. You
gonna back him up?
- Actually, I'm a
D.A., Mrs. McNeil.
No question we all work
some pretty long hours, though.
- Well, I have a
confession to make.
Wanna hear my
confession, Big Jim?
- Honey, please, huh?
- Your pals can stick up
for you as much as they like.
I already know about her.
I even know what
she does for you.
None of you knows that!
I hired a dick.
Jim's got a little hooker
feeds him dog food.
- Sorry. Uh...
- Phone's in the living room.
- The guy took pictures
with a telephoto lens.
Jim's down on all fours.
The tramp's feeding him Kibble
and this twisto's lapping it up!
- Rosie, shut your mouth!
- He's kicking me
under the table.
Go ahead.
Smack me in front of the cop.
I dare you! Lay it on, Big Jim!
- All right, that's it.
I'm gonna dump you.
I'm gonna dump you so hard
you're in the street, you cow!
- My attorney's gonna
pinch your head off!
I'll beat you!
- You think so, huh?
I got $20,000 stashed away.
You're not gonna find
a nickel, not a penny!
- Uh, sorry, folks.
Police business.
- Is my car blocking yours?
- Will someone who's
leaving walk Jim?
- Okay, you got it.
- Sandusky bets Renko?
- That's why you're broke, Otto.
- Hey, don't listen to him.
- Gretchen?
Sweetheart, over here!
Oh, you look wonderful.
Good to see you.
- Gee, this looks
like a lot more fun
than Carmine's and a movie.
- I'm bank for an extremely
important challenge race here
and I can't leave my post.
Come on, have some supper.
And don't be so smart with me.
Mrs. S., my tab!
- Hey, fellas, there's a
commotion on the lot.
- 911, Mrs. Scalisi.
I'm enjoying this
wonderful meat loaf.
- I'm only saying
'cause on account
of they're near
yours and Joe's cars.
- We interrupt our regular
broadcast to bring you
this special news bulletin.
We have a situation developing
in the city's Hill District.
Let's go now to Bob on
the scene with the report.
- Okay, now, you're
out, now, okay?
I call Mr. Fitsi in the morning,
and you're finished!
- Mr. Super gonna
call the landlord, huh?
How do you like this?
- Hold it! Hold it!
Cool it, all right,
fellas? Cool it!
- Jerk put my dog in
a washing machine!
- Dog wet on my floor!
He needs to be cleaned up!
- Okay, okay!
Did he start the
washing machine?
- No. No way.
- No, but you left the
animal in there, didn't you?
- Hey! Shut up now! Hey!
We're inside! We're eating!
We're trying to have
a nice peaceful meal!
Now you, you stay
away from the dog.
And you, you clean
up the garbage!
- And nobody touch the cars.
- Go on.
Aw, shut up with your
loudmouth bragging!
You're gonna be bragging out
of the other side of your mouth
when you get in the ring
with Johnny Hurricane!
- It ain't gonna happen!
- Bunch of damn nonsense.
- We interrupt this program
for a special news bulletin.
Situation developing
in the city's Hill District.
- I'll walk!
Congratulations on the gridlock!
- Chief?
- How did they get Goldblume?
- There was a noise complaint.
Henry went over to ask them
to turn down the speakers.
- Captain? We finally
got records access.
Matthias has a long
history of depressive illness.
He stopped the lithium
maintenance program
eight months ago.
- I demand acknowledgment.
I want to know I've been heard.
- Just a minute, Calvin.
- What's he talking about?
- You have so much contempt
for a man who came here
by professional choice.
- He wants a
face-to-face negotiation.
- Excuse us now.
Pretty cute, huh?
The man's losing clout, so he
choreographs a confrontation.
- I don't think this
was choreographed.
- We're not giving
an inch, Frank.
Calvin is not
going to rehabilitate
his reputation
through blackmail!
- I don't disagree with that.
I also don't wanna
issue ultimatums here.
I wanna get Henry out.
- You're assassinating him.
- Calvin.
- Go ahead and
meet with the lunatic
if you think it's appropriate.
- Do I get to sit down
with you, Captain?
Yes or no?
- Yes. Yes.
- Thank you.
- Bobby? Come on out, man.
You got people out here for you.
Okay, son?
- Hey, there. Bobby Angel.
- Yes, sir. Andrew
J. Renko, sir.
- Andy, is this the little wife?
- No, sir.
- Dora Jean
Saperstein, Mr. Angel.
- Well, if you
two ain't married,
give me a big old
kiss, Dora Jean.
Well, let's sit down
here and get homey.
So you won the chance
to set a spell with me, huh?
So what kind of contest was it?
- Facts about your life, Bobby.
- Facts about my life?
You hear that, Bear?
Well, I bet you don't
know why that this hombre
sitting here in front of
you is known as Big Bobby
by every gal he ever knew.
- Well, I don't know, but
I sure am willing to learn.
- Well, wowee.
Come and tie my
yippee to a tree!
- Sit down, Andy!
Give her a drink of that.
Excuse me while I put
in my damn contacts.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey, Bear, get
me a setup, will you?
- Pat her on the back!
Don't let her die on us!
Well, what do you do, Andrew?
- Well, sir...
- Oh, forget about the
sir. The name is Bobby.
Go on. Use it.
- Bobby.
- Bobby.
- Well, uh, I'll tell you,
course I have a job.
But the number one
thing and love in my life
besides my wife and
child is country music.
Country music
played from the soul.
And I think your music
personifies all that is best
in the American character.
Oh, my God.
- Go on, Andrew. I
ain't missing a word.
- I just can't watch.
- Why? You had a swig.
You ain't temperance.
- It's just something
I can't see, sir.
- Well, I respect
your wishes, Andrew.
We gotta respect the church
folks there, Norma Jean.
Well, it's safe. You
can turn around now.
- Oh, my God.
- Fooled you!
- You know, you shouldn't
ought to done that, Bobby.
- Well, why is that?
- I have taken a solemn
vow that I cannot break.
- Wow. Why is he
getting weird on us?
Don't go away mad, hoss.
- Uh, excuse me.
Andrew J. Renko,
Hill Street Precinct.
We got a narcotics
possession in there.
- Not the man!
- Yeah, afraid so.
You're gonna have
to make the collar.
- That breaks my heart.
- Breaks mine, too.
- Seen these
surveillance photos, Chief?
Interesting combination of
armament and animal husbandry
on that building's roof.
- You know, Howard,
if this meeting
between the captain and
Mathias isn't productive,
I would be very interested
in hearing your suggestions.
- I'd be delighted to oblige.
They got Henry trussed
up like a Christmas pig.
- Are you all right, Henry?
- Dynamite outfit, huh, Frank?
- Got Henry all duked up.
- Same decor inside.
- Wanna tell the captain
we have dynamite inside?
We have dynamite
inside, Captain.
Okay, Henry, message delivered.
- What do you want?
- Listen, I had no
intention of taking this man.
This man appeared
out of a series of events
that now have
taken control of me.
- I believe that. I think
this just happened.
And I don't wanna see
it get out of hand, Calvin.
- Are you trying to tell
me that I have enemies?
That people wanna see me undone?
- Let Lieutenant Goldblume
go. Let's back away from this.
- What are you
offering? Immunity?
The terms have to be my terms.
They have to be my terms because
I am now a man without choice.
- Try to listen. What would
get the lieutenant released?
- I have promises, obligations.
- What are they?
- I need several
millions of dollars.
And transportation to Nicaragua.
- Asking for that kind
of money and a plane
turns this into something
different, Calvin.
- Are you threatening me?
- I'm not threatening you.
- These are my demands.
Since I've rid myself of
a chemical conspiracy,
I've been having
trouble getting sleep.
I don't know what
time you call it,
but I see the sunrise behind
that building every morning.
I guarantee this episode
will end before that happens.
Now go on. Get me action.
- We'll work it out, Henry.
- I know.
- Look, I don't care.
Hey, Tony, see if they
got it on eight, okay?
- Yeah.
- Hey, Tomasso, hey.
That 211 can get
active again real easy.
All right, but I want your butt
in a Water Department truck
down on Portland
and 91st at 6:15.
And I want Niagara Falls
outta that hydrant, pal.
Yeah, yeah.
It's a practical
joke on a friend.
Very wise, Tomasso.
Adios, amigo.
Hey, Tony, would
you see if it's on eight?
- You banking that race?
- Yeah.
- I drove once with Renko.
Give me $20 on the rube.
- All right, you're
down. Hey, Tony, try six.
- I just had it on six!
- Well, try it again.
- Is a cop in trouble?
- Yeah.
- Come on, guys.
I got a bad back.
- Why don't you buy one of those
remote control things, Anthony?
- Oh, sure. Then
all I got's fistfights.
Everybody wants control.
All right, guys. We
all settled on six?
- Yeah, yeah.
- That's it. I drink at Cole's.
- Whoa, sorry, Mr. De Rossi.
- I was waiting for my program.
- So drink at Cole's.
We got a cop hostage.
They wanna know he's okay.
Big shot. Two beers a night.
- You'd think they'd at
least say the guy's name.
- It's Lieutenant Goldblume.
I just talked to the precinct.
- What else did they tell you?
- That's it. Captain's
negotiating.
- Do they want backups?
- They want anyone to come in?
- Uh-uh. I gave
him where we are.
- Tony, see what's on 12.
- I suggest that we
mount an aggression
followed by excising
the lieutenant through
one of these windows here.
And by my lights,
they have blundered
by sequestering him
in the corner room.
- Eight tac groups? Stun bombs?
- I asked the lieutenant
to presume engagement
once Goldblume's retrieved.
- Chief?
This is a city street.
That building's a bomb.
- Oh, for God's sake,
Frank. Look around you.
Where's Ozzie Cleveland?
- Vacation.
- Where are Mathias's
former friends from
the Housing Coalition?
- Chief?
- Frank, the man in there
is an embarrassment!
There isn't a black
leader in this city wouldn't
be privately delighted
to see the S.O.I.L. house
turned into a parking lot!
- I'm not sure Mathias
is the one looking
to rehabilitate his
reputation around here.
- All right, Frank. I'm an
insensitive opportunist.
I don't flinch when I see
an opportunity to do my job
and at the same time, rid
the community of a menace.
- This isn't going to
turn into a referendum
on Calvin Mathias's politics
unless you wanna
take over command.
- Oh, please. Not the badge.
- Modify your plans.
If we have to go in,
minimum engagement once
Lieutenant
Goldblume is retrieved.
- Minimum engagement, Captain.
- All right, then
illuminate me, Frank.
What's our plan, Wait
for divine intervention?
- Maybe he'll change his mind.
- My God, I was close.
- Oh, there's lots of
routine, tons of paperwork.
But it's not without
its thrills and spills.
It's an okay job. I like it.
What?
- Well, you should see
yourself in the glow of that kiln.
- What are you saying?
The darker it gets,
the better I look?
- No. In fact, you
look quite beautiful.
- Well, that's a
little hard to believe.
- Maybe you think I'm flirting.
- Are you?
- No, no.
It was a comment, not a come-on.
I'm sorry if I made you nervous.
I didn't mean to.
- You didn't make me nervous.
It's just that I'm not
used to hearing that.
- Well, should be about time.
Let's take a look.
Oh, looks good.
- Yeah, it's shiny.
- Yeah, hence the name glazed.
- Nice color, huh?
- Yeah, my daughter made it.
My wife's been teaching
her to work in enamel.
- How old?
- My daughter's nine.
I also have a 10-year-old boy.
He wanted to be a
painter for about six weeks.
But now it's all computers.
Do you have children?
- No. I'm not married.
- Oh.
- I want to thank you, but
I don't know how to do it.
- Did you enjoy yourself?
- Yeah.
- Well, that's thanks enough.
Unless you wanna come to
my class on Wednesday night.
- Well, maybe. Maybe I will.
- Well, better go get some
boxes for these things.
- Yeah.
- When did it happen?
I want someone to
go to his stake-out.
I don't want him
told over the phone.
Let me know.
- Captain Furillo?
- Fully reconfigured,
Frank. Ready when you are.
- Where is our money?
- It isn't easy raising
two million dollars, Calvin.
- I expected some
resistance with the plane.
- Yeah, some
resistance there too.
- Can't you just see
those cops running around
talking to those bankers?
Trying to get two
million dollars?
Excuse me, sir.
We'd like to have
two million dollars.
What for? We'd like
to buy Calvin a farm.
- Oh, really? How would
you like to have the money?
50s, 100s, 20s?
Man, have I heard
some jive in my time.
- Calvin, you mean they
ain't gonna give no money?
- We're gonna get
that money, Jason.
I was just trying
to catch 'em in a lie.
I was trying to trap them.
There's a reason
for everything I do.
No, don't let me see
doubt in your eye.
Don't let me banish you
from the circle of trust!
Go out and check the others.
Make a circuit of the guards!
- You don't think
they're gonna give in
to your demands, Calvin.
You're forcing yourself
down a dead end.
- No. You're wrong. My
mind's racing way ahead.
There's no way I
can stop the process.
I'm motivated with a new energy.
- You know what's happening?
You're trying to decide
whether or not you wanna die.
Isn't that right, Calvin?
You know you're not
gonna get that money.
You're not gonna fly anyplace.
You just wanna
figure out whether
you want the whole thing to end.
Let me tell you
something, Calvin.
I mean, I got a
selfish interest.
I don't wanna blow up.
But I know how hard
you worked for this house.
It's still my renters
association.
I know this guy.
We had this guy Mathias
on our side, they'd never
turn this building co-op.
This guy knows the housing code.
But you weren't available.
You were working to see that
the runaways and the bust-outs
from the halfway programs
and all the street people
had a place to live.
- I have worked at my time
so that they'd have a home.
- Don't quit working,
Calvin. Don't give up.
- And I've experienced despair!
I tried to chemically
free myself.
I may have an imbalance.
- Don't quit working,
Calvin. Don't stop now.
- I've had tremendous
expectations and dependence.
I've allowed myself cruelties!
- Don't quit working.
- No!
- No! We're gonna die here!
- I sight every time he goes
in front of the east window, sir.
- Roger, dog unit, stand by.
- All right, Captain Furillo.
Where do we stand?
Time's running out.
- We'll have a
decision soon, Calvin.
- You'll have a decision
soon on that money, huh?
They don't intend to pay
this man's reparations.
What they intend to do
is to assault this house.
- You made them reveal
themselves, Calvin.
- You brought the peace.
- We had a plan
for a time like this.
- That's right.
- That's right.
- But those of who
have assignments
for that plan, stay here.
You others go to your rooms.
Know that more than
our blood is gonna spill.
- He's talking about
blowing the place up, Frank.
- Ready your
support units, Howard.
- All units, prepare
to go to condition red.
- I hope to hell you didn't
wait too long on this, Captain.
- Take him on the next sighting.
- I'm offering S.O.I.L.
12 units in the
Clark redevelopment.
- Oh, that's just great.
This man's offering what the
housing coalition couldn't give.
What the urban congress
kicked us out for defending?
- I'm committing to it!
Listen to me, Calvin!
- We're reopening negotiations.
Now you just get one answer.
- Hold your fire, Howard.
- Hold your fire,
Dog Unit, hold fire.
- What's the question, Calvin?
- Your man has
said that S.O.I.L.
could have housing units
in the Clark redevelopment.
True or lying?
- Housing units?
- Uh, let's talk.
- True or false?
- Uh, let me get the
housing people down here.
- See? Now they
break your hearts.
You said 12 units.
- That's possible. It's
a basis for discussion.
It's not some left field request
for seven figures and a plane!
- Frank, the man
has dynamite in there
and he's planning to use it.
- I gave you one answer.
And you returned it with a lie.
Now we're going from 12
to 100. Do you hear me?
We demand 100 units!
- Frank, will you
reinstate the order?
- This is jive. Get
everybody on the roof!
Get them now! Get
them on the roof now!
- Reinstate the order, Howard.
- Dog Unit, take your
target at opportunity.
- When's the sun rising, man?
- Calvin, listen. Calvin!
- Secure the roof!
Explosions are on the roof!
- Go, go, go!
- Secure the roof!
Move it, move it, move!
- Hey, you're under arrest!
- Hey, I ain't done
nothing, man.
- No?
- I ain't been inside.
- Hey, what is this?
What is this, huh?
What is this?
This looks like
a burglar's tool!
- Detective Belker?
- You interfered with my bust!
- They sent us to
get you, Detective.
You got some personal business.
- All right, Henry.
Any the worse for your
stay in that loony bin?
- I'm all right.
Thanks for getting
me outta there.
- No problem, Lieutenant.
- The guy had ideas, Howard.
- The man was an
ambulatory psychopath.
- We let it get away from us.
We should have
gotten him outta there.
- That's why there's chocolate
and vanilla, hey, Ballantine?
- Well, let's see if
we can try and talk
to the released officer.
Uh, Lieutenant?
- Nothing, no comment, sorry.
- Well, I guess
the lieutenant...
- Say something, Lieutenant.
- Yeah, come on.
Tell it like it was.
- Man's got a way with words.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay. Hey, Joe?
McKenzie for a sawbuck on Renko.
- You chalk it up for me, Bobby?
- Yeah.
- So what's with this
negativity, Gretchen?
- Joe, do I have
to paint a picture?
I haven't even seen
you in three weeks.
We were supposed
to meet at the Shore.
Then you changed
it to Carmine's.
Then forget Carmine's.
- That happens to be a buddy
of mine who was being held!
- You blew off the Shore
when I called last week.
- Yeah, but this
explains Carmine's.
Hey, you wanna go home?
You wanna get friendly?
- Suarez stabbed me.
Can you believe that?
That chicken-brain Suarez
went and stabbed me.
Oh!
- Mr. Robinson, can you walk?
- My car, babe. I got
plastic seat covers.
- Okay, now easy
does it, Mr. Robinson.
- The man had a knife
sticking out of him.
- Yeah, well, a lot of
times, nothing vital.
He'll be okay like.
- You mean, he's gonna
have to live that way?
- Never mind. Come on.
- I hate policework!
- You see this?
You know the
weisswurst don't agree.
And yet you'll sit and
you'll beg for the weisswurst.
And then two hours later,
you're impossible to be with!
Go now. Go, stinkpot.
Sleep in the other bedroom.
Blackie?
Control yourself now.
- Bye, sweetheart.
Pop will take care of you now.
Captain?
- I'm sorry, Mick.
- They got a buddy system.
And she didn't answer
Mrs. Vishinsky's call.
Doctor said that her
heart just gave out.
- How old was your mom?
- 84 years old.
She wasn't a young woman.
My father was gone, her pals.
She had to get paired
up with this Mrs. Vishinsky
at this citizen's center.
They didn't even
know each other.
But the doctor said
that she didn't suffer.
I'm gonna miss her so much!
- Hi.
- Hey, honey.
Baby okay?
- Oh, she's fine.
Just couldn't sleep.
And I started
looking at the paper.
I think I'm gonna get a job.
- Job?
- Well, just something to
bring in a little more money.
- Wait.
- You work all day and
then you work nights too.
It's too much.
I try to cut expenses,
but I just can't...
- Working nights
come with my job.
- Andy, it hurts me
that you couldn't go
to that concert tonight.
I know how you wanted to.
- Daryl Ann?
- What?
- I went to the concert.
I saw Bobby Angel.
- I thought we
couldn't afford it.
- I now, but there was
this... I get this pass here
where I got to see Bobby Angel.
And I figured, if I did
work extra hours...
You hate me now, Daryl?
- Don't lie to me,
Andy. It'll ruin things.
- Sorry, girl.
You wanna know what
else happened down there?
- Later.
- Me and J. D. are gonna
race to work this morning.
He said Portland was
faster. And I said Clifford.
- Clifford's faster
to Hill Street, Andy?
- Clifford to Hill Street, yeah.
What? I got a nay-sayer
in my own bed?
- You're the driver.
- Henry all right?
- Mm, he'll be all right.
- Rosie McNeil called.
Wants to know if we're
free for dinner Saturday.
- Good morning, good
morning, good morning.
Gentlemen, start your engines!
- Talk about your Olympics!
Talk about your Super Bowls!
This is gonna be one
knockdown, drag-out, nip and tuck
all-out contest between
two great competitors!
- I understand they aren't
permitted over the speed limit.
- Oh, Andy.
- What?
- Look like you're
going over 30, like 40.
- It's the angle you're
looking at, man.
- 40!
- Don't you think your
partner's romancing
the rules a little bit
over there on Portland?
What the devil's this?
- Looks pretty deep, Andy.
- Well, hang on, brother.
I'm going through.
No!
Oh, sweet mother in
heaven, I can't believe this.
I can't believe
this has happened!
- Andy, look here.
- Oh, my.
Neal, look at that.
Water Department truck
just sitting there doing nothing!
- Uh-huh.
- Come on, pal, just sit there!
You don't wanna ruin your
coffee break now, do you, huh?
- Hey! Hey!
- Heck of a time to get a
busted speedometer, J. D.
- Happened a couple of days ago.
- Well, in my expert
opinion as a police officer,
your present MPH is 47.
- Yeah, well, in my expert
opinion, you're way off.
- I guess they're way off too.
- Give me a break.
We're cops! Hill Street!
- Us too! The Heights!
Pull over!
- Good morning!
- Hey, Sarge.
- Wait!
I have been the
victim of skullduggery!
Tell 'em, Neal!
- Hey, J. D.'s not here yet.
- You got a winner.
- No sale, Renko!
I saw you getting
out of the cab!
- What?
- Uh-huh.
- Excuse me. Excuse me!
Excuse me.
Mr. Renko arrived
in a hired vehicle.
- Oh, yeah, uh-huh.
- Mr. LaRue's car
was driven by Mr. Hill.
The referee declares no contest.
- Andy, get in there.
Get changed, will you?
- Well, what happened, babe?
- Ah, it's not bad enough
that Heights cop gives me
a speeding ticket.
He says Hill's gotta
drive because my driver's
license is a little expired.
- That guy says he needs
Belker's signature on
this arrest report, Sarge.
- Belker's gonna be
taking a personal day today.
Okay, let's get
started. Let's listen up!
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