Hill Street Blues (1981–1987): Season 6, Episode 13 - Das Blues - full transcript

- Get your end up, Paul.

- Watch it!

- Sorry.

- All right, close it up.

- All aboard.

- Fabian?

Hey.

- Hi, Luce.
- Hi.

- What time is it?

- A little after 6:00.
I'm on my way to work.

- Okay. I'm gonna
go back to sleep.



- Okay.

I left you some breakfast.

I'll call you later.

- Okay.

- I'm glad you're here.

- Okay.

- Thank you.
- Oh, Captain, Graham Wells.

- How do you do?

- Appreciate your
taking the time.

- It's all right.

- Would you like a menu, sir?

- No, thank you.

Just black coffee
and whole wheat toast.

- Right away.



- Hold my order till
the Captain's is ready,

will you, Evie?
- Yes, Mr. Wells.

- Pretty spartan fare, Captain.

- I'm not a big breakfast eater.

- Well, should we
wait to break bread,

or shall I go ahead
and explain myself?

- I'm listening.

- A fortune teller
friend of mine

said you made an appearance

in his crystal ball
the other night.

- Oh, what was I doing?

- Being offered
Fletcher Daniels' job.

- I hope telling fortunes

isn't how your
friend makes a living.

- That's funny.

No, no, no, I think he has
other sources of income.

But indulge the
hypothetical, Frank.

Excuse the presumption.

Some perspectives to
becoming Chief of Police

would be a hell of
an attractive prospect.

Some perspectives
it'd culminate a career.

- Hypothetically speaking.

- Mm-hmm. That's why
I wanted you to know

that there are
people in this town,

and you're sitting across
the table from one of them,

who think if you
take an offer like that,

you're selling yourself short.

They think the
next desk you sit at

ought to have the seal
of the city on its front,

and they want to
help you get there.

- We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.

See Surplus Store

corner of Peebles
Drive and 124th Street.

- Item 6, till notice,

all eater calls are
referred to the Polk.

Lieutenant Hunter and his men

are escorting the City
Marshals this morning.

They're gonna serve a
citation to this Russian freighter

that's been dumping all
that gunk in the harbor.

- You believe those
creeps, dumping sewage?

- Item 7, Officer Hill's
father passed yesterday.

Bobby's gonna be off
for the next three days.

Officer Renko is gonna
team with Officer Garfield

until Bobby gets back.

8, once armed robbery
and narcotics theft

at Walker's Pharmacy last night.

Now, the
description's consistent

with the J9 composite
they posted upstairs

of this guy been knocking
off all the drugstores.

This perp's wrong, people,

and he's been
getting more active.

A Jablonski Citation to the
cop that makes the collar.

Item last, Detective Belker
has asked to address the shift.

- Get married, Mick.

- Everyone who has been
trying to attend my wedding

for the last several days...

I wanted to apologize for
lousing up your schedules.

Robin and I are getting
married noon today at City Hall.

- Sure. You wanna bet?

- And then we're gonna stop
back here after the ceremony

on our way to Pearlman's,

which is a lodge where we
have a honeymoon package at.

Actually we have two days
left on the package we bought.

I'm sorry for all
the inconvenience.

- You had the detectives talking
like you committed a Brinks job.

Everybody knows
that he was on a case,

and I'm sure that
everybody wishes

the detective and the future
Mrs. Belker all our best.

Okay, that's it. Let's go.

They're getting away out there.

- We gotta get that
refrigerator over there.

- I don't do no
heavy lifting, babe.

- Hey, Mick, you got nothing
to apologize for, all right?

- It's been a very
awkward situation.

- He's just trying to get rid
of his best man, that's all.

- Oh, that's not correct.

Are you gonna be
talking to Bobby?

- Calling him tonight.

He's going home
with his dad's remains.

- Oh, good. Could you
convey our sympathies?

- Right.

Well...

- Excuse me. I'm gonna
go home now and wait.

- Hey, so he's a little
nervous, he's a little wound up.

- A little?
- He'll be okay.

- Well, today
better be the charm,

because that boy's brain

is floating toward the
thin ice of mental health.

- Gentlemen.

- Hey, what's you got, Sidney?

- Sid, you know any
cheap delivery people?

- Delivery of what commodity?

- Pick up a refrigerator
at the Kubiak

and bring it over here.

- Legal delivery,
I can't help you.

On the other hand,

you guys want to pop that
mad dog pharmacy killer?

- Hey, the guy hasn't
killed anybody, Sid.

- Oh, I see.

And the Department is just
going to wait for that to occur?

Whatever happened
to first strike?

Listen, guys, I got somebody

with reliable
access to this freak.

- Cooperative?
- Not exactly,

but you could bust him for
receiving and make a deal.

$200 buys my assistance.

- Half a ball.
- $50?

Hey, look, fellas,
this isn't like farming.

I fink on a source,
they're lost to me forever.

- I think Leon's got a truck.

Maybe he could bring the
fridge over here himself.

- I think we might be on
the Leon's hate list, babe.

- Ooh, Kentucky
freeze-out. Very amusing.

All right, $50. Let's do it.

You know, I happen
to like this lady,

but I guess that doesn't
count for anything either.

- Nope.

Captain.
- Morning.

- Captain.

- A couple of real softies.

- Good morning, Captain.
- Stan.

- A lot of phone calls.

I think Lieutenant Hunter

might have stepped in
something down at the harbor.

- He's leaning against the door
saying, how you doing, Luce?

- Fabulous Fabe. How
long is he going to be here?

- We don't know yet.

- We don't know yet?

I mean, when does
he have to be back?

When does he have
to be back at school?

- He thinks he might
go to school up here.

- Luce...

- They're getting away
from us out there, Joe...

- Wait a minute.
- What?

- Didn't we go through
this jackpot last year?

- What jackpot?

- Look, Fabian is
not talking about

moving in with
his mother, right?

I mean, he knows she's
back hooking again.

- Right.

- So he's talking about
moving in with you?

- Also right.

- Don't you think you've
had your quota lately, Luce?

- Of what?
- Of getting hurt.

- Joey, when I saw the kid

leaning up against
the doorway like that,

that's the best feeling
I had in a long time.

- But what about
what comes afterward?

- We're taking this one
step at a time, all right?

The first step is he is here

and he thinks he wants to stay.

Now, if he decides
that is what he wants,

I'm gonna do everything I
can to make that happen.

I know it might be
a mess, you're right.

But on the other
hand, it might work out.

- When do I get to see him?

- He's coming up later today.

He's so big, you're gonna die.

- You are crazy.

- You're an artist, Terry.

It's like this gentleman's body

is the cover of the
"Saturday Evening Post"

and you are Norman Rockwell.

- Don't move around.

- Save the sugar, Sid.

How do you know these guys?

- I know the white
guy from Harrisonville.

The black guy's a
friend of the white guy.

Terry, Johnny.

- Cold hands. I
like that in a man.

- The pleasure is all mine.

- And that's Neal.
He's catching 40 winks.

- Hi.

So who wants the tattoo?

- Well, actually, Johnny
inherited a TV camera

that he wants to dispose of.

- Good luck.

- I thought maybe you knew
some people in the industry.

- You a cop?

- Me? Absolutely. So is he.

You want to see our badges?

- Terry, doesn't that kid Jamie

makes films or something?

- I don't know. Why don't
you call him and find out.

- Hey, fine.

You don't want the business?

- How much do you want for it?

- 750.

- Four bills.

- Earth to Neal,
go get the camera.

- Hey! Ooh!

- Salome won't hurt you.

- Oh.

- Feel her.

She's cold like your hands.

- Yeah. Oh, God,
it's squeezing me!

- You should feel honored.

She usually doesn't
like strangers.

Even a herpetophile such as I

rarely elicits such
a positive response.

- Yeah.
- Whoa!

- Got a bill of sale?

- I inherited it, remember?

- Oh, yeah.

You inherit pretty regular?

- A couple of times a month.

- Well, come back next
time you're in mourning.

- Yeah. I'm sorry, honey.

You're busted.

- Yeah, baby, you're arrested.

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up the
right to remain silent...

- Sid, you creep.
- You're cops?

You guys are cops?

- Oh, save the crap.

- Come on, Terry,
a guy's gotta eat.

- Cuff her, Neal.
- Uh-uh.

- They're on this floor.

Be careful. He's got an axe.

- That's enough, mister.

- Says who?

- Says me. Now drop that thing.

- Oh, my Lord.
- You know this guy?

- Bobby?

Bobby, why are you
smashing in that lock?

- To get inside.

Do I recognize you?

- Not in your present
condition you don't.

- The instruments in
this locker are mine.

- Is your name Parsons?

- These instruments
were stolen from me.

- Bobby, if you don't
put down that axe,

I'm gonna have to
take you in, buddy.

- You ain't taking me anywhere.

- All right. Watch his hands.

Bobby, you're busted.

- Damn, you look familiar.

- Heard you had some
excitement at the harbor, Howard.

- We butted a few helmets and...

- Hey, good for your Lieutenant.
I heard you cussed them out.

- Lieutenant, the
Captain's looking for you.

- Howard.

- Oh, Frank. We couldn't
serve the summons.

We were bushwhacked by
some federal bureaucrats.

- Mm-hmm. I heard
the story, Howard.

I heard it from
the Chief's office,

from the Mayor's office,
and the State Department.

- Oh, the Monday
morning quarterbacks

have been checking
in, have they, Frank?

- Your assignment was
to safeguard the Marshals.

Instead, you engage
the ship's mate

in a bullhorn shouting match.

Then you search
non-public areas of the ship

for non-existent defectors,

and you make totally unfounded
accusations about spying

accompanied by frisks
of two Soviet citizens.

- Frank, it is well
known KGB are assigned

to every so-called
merchant vessel.

- What is well known to
the officials who called me

is that your cowboy patriotism
could precipitate an incident.

The Chief's office wants
you to draft an apology.

- Judas H., Frank.

- And I happen to agree.

Within the hour, Howard.

- Well, if you'll excuse me,
I'll consider my response.

- Your apology.

- Very well.

Excuse me.

You know what
our Russian friends

would say about this, Frank?

- What's that?

This eats large toilet bowls.

- Lieutenant.
- Ms. Davenport.

- Everything okay?

- Just Howard trying
to start World War III.

Come with me to the
monsignor color dinner tonight.

- I thought we turned that down.

- Well, Walt Callahan got
the flu and they just called

and asked me to
deliver the address.

- I'll get our duds
from the cleaners.

Dish the dirt, Furillo.

What was breakfast
with Graham Wells about?

- He said Fletcher Daniels
may resign next month.

Evidently, he's been
offered a consultancy

with the Crime Institute.

- What's that got to do
with political kingmaking?

- Wells said that if they
offer me Daniels' job,

before accepting, I
should keep in mind

that he thinks I'd be a viable
candidate to the mayoral race.

- Furillo, you political hunk.

- Oh, I think
he's in left field.

- I've never heard of
Mr. Wells playing that position.

Was it Wells who invited you
to make the speech tonight?

- No. The color committee
just called a few minutes ago.

- And you don't think
there's a connection?

- I hadn't thought about that.

- What's your speech
gonna be about, Furillo?

- I haven't thought
of that either.

- How about rising
young Italians?

- Apologize.

Apologize for what?

For taking the kid gloves off

when it comes to
dealing with a bear?

- You'll be pumping
iron then, sir?

- That is if I can
find my weights.

All right, who moved them?
Where the hell are they?

- All nondepartmental property

was removed from the
equipment lockers, sir.

- To where and by whom?

- I believe the
storage room, sir.

- The storage room? Where
the hell's the storage room?

- By the boiler room,
sir. Sergeant Jablonski...

- Oh, Judas Priest.

Damn Ruskies!

Conspiracy.

Oh!

- I can't tolerate this.

I won't tolerate it.

The man thinks he can
run roughshod on me.

- Now, Mr. Parsons,
I know you're upset.

- Bobby thinks he don't
have to answer to no one.

- I know, but there's an area I
have to keep clear here, huh?

- Oh, there he is.

There's the great man,
an A number one horse...

- Oh, you...
- Ow!

- Please don't be kicking.

- Man, you sold me out.

- Oh, preach on it, Bobby.

Blame everyone but
your damn fool self.

- Officer, are you
going to book this man?

- Yes, I am.

Would you please
move out of my way, sir?

Mr. Angel is very
busy right now.

- Busy? Busy stealing
my possessions.

That was my
cubicle he broke into.

- I was trying to get my
damn instruments back.

- They ain't yours
no more, Bobby.

You ignored one
too many court orders

and one too many notice to pay.

- What the hell you want
to do with that stuff, man?

All you know is grinding money

out of people who
pay those snakes.

- Is that so? Is that so?

I guess you forgot
me starving with you

those 11 years on the road, huh?

- Riding my back, you mean.

And I guess it wasn't you

that checked me
into that damn detox.

Closer than I ever want
to get to hell and be alive.

- It was to go
there or to go to jail,

and you should've stayed
there until you was well.

- Listen to me now.

If you want to charge
him with attempted theft,

we already got him for
destruction of property and...

- Go ahead, Ned,
drive another nail in.

- Oh, it ain't worth my time.

- So long, Ned.

Go find yourself another picker

to sink your teeth into.

- All right, Bobby,
turn around here now,

and talk to this lady.

- Empty your pockets,
put it on the counter.

- Well, I'll take my trousers
off if you ask real nice.

- For crying out loud.
- Hey, shut up.

- Turn around here
and face this counter.

- Hey, just a second,

I recognize you.

You're the son of a buck

that got me popped
for possession last week

and got me into this
whole damn mess.

- Last week? It was
six months ago, pal,

and your manager's right.

You got yourself into this
all by your own lonesome.

- Six months?

Boy.

My, time sure flies
when you're having fun.

- Put that thing down. Book him.

Walk over there.

- Okay. Let's take
your picture, dude.

- Hey!
- Come on.

- Lord have mercy.

- Where am I?

Damn.

Of course.

Eater Brigade, Code 5.

Men, are you down here?

Any other captives?

Or am I the only one
the Ruskies have taken?

- You two probably won't believe

that I was formerly a
university instructor.

14 years.

- Where'd you use to teach?

- Various institutions.

Now I'm driving a taxi cab.

- Are you gonna
take the Parkway?

- The Parkway is
closed to southbounds

from 11:00 to 2:00, sir?

Would you like to
do the driving for me?

Would you like
to do my job, sir?

- No.

- All right. I'm trying
to get you there.

I'm going as fast as I can.

What are you doing?

- I'm not going.

- You're grabbing my shoulder.

- You're grabbing my shoulder,
sir, and you're growling.

- He's got him.

- He's got him. He's busted.

- He's got him.
- He's got him.

- Sir, I am becoming
very anxious.

- Hey, hey, hey,
green, go. Let's go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go.
- Yeah, I will.

I will. I'm driving.

- With this ring I thee wed,

and with all my worldly
goods, I thee endow.

- I now pronounce you
man and wife, finally.

You may kiss the bride.

Didn't think we'd
bring this one home.

After three days, my warmest
congratulations to you both.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, sir.

- My bill.

I know its high,

but I had a lot of
down time on this one.

- Taking an American prisoner,

an American citizen prisoner.

Ow!

Beat him about the head.

Thrown him into this
dungeon of a boiler room.

If you think Howard
Hunter goes peacefully,

you comrades of the
SS Gulag, think again.

You have invited
an asp to your breast.

You have swallowed a piranha.

Yes.

Yes, indeed.

Rust buckets.

I'm know what to do.

- Detective, I'm
representing Terry Sylvestri.

- Yeah? Who'd the snake hire?

- I don't understand.

- Private joke, Ms. Davenport.

- Ms. Sylvestri informs me

you suggested on the
way to the stationhouse

her cooperation
in another matter

might get these charges dropped.

- Worth a conversation.

- We could have another
one on entrapment.

I'll get an interrogation room.

Is anybody else hot here?

- Here they come.

- You believe that creep Leon?

Double sawbuck, and he's
late with Belker's refrigerator.

- I may not have been there,

but I'm still the best man, huh?

Congratulations, Mick!

- Thank you, Stan.

- Come by dog sled, Leon?

- The registration
lapsed. I got pulled over.

- Come on, come on. Excuse me.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Everybody listen up.

Mick, Robin, as head of
the group gift committee,

it gives me great
pleasure to present you

this 21 cubic foot
frost-free refrigerator

from your friends
and fellow officers

at Hill Street Station.

Thank you.

- That's so sweet, J.D.

- Now, that's what
I volunteered for.

- This is great!

Boy, is it me, or is
anybody else hot?

- No, it's hot.

- A spy ship without
a radio transmitter.

- Lieutenant? Sir?

You down here?

- Ballantine?

Ballantine! Are you all right?

- We were looking for you, sir.

- Who's "we," Ballantine?

- Or just myself, I guess, sir.

- You're at large on
an enemy vessel?

Your liberty granted to you?

- Sir?

- Ballantine, I
can only conclude

they have brainwashed
and turned you.

- No, sir. I simply came
down looking for you.

- You owe me no
apology, Ballantine.

Torture is a terrible thing.

Was it the tiger cages?

- Nobody's tortured me,
sir, honest to goodness.

- I say there's no
shame, Ballantine.

The only shame is
not admitting the truth.

- Sir, the truth is

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Very well, Ballantine.

Oh, look, a Miss
America contestant.

Sorry, old sport.

We'll deprogram you when
you come to your senses.

- Interrogation Room D.

Ms. Sylvestri's
already in there.

- It's comfy in here, Sarge.

It reminds me of the
Bataan death camps.

- See you in a couple days.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Henry, have you seen Howard?

- Not for a while.

The last time I saw
him, he was stewing.

- Well, when he turns up,
tell him I want to see him.

- All right.

- Stan, we've got to do
something about this heat.

- Boiler man's on his way.

- Hey, Sarge, better have him
check the water pressure, too.

- Ah, speak of the devil.

- Your group is
hot to trot today.

- You gotta go
downstairs right away, Sal.

You could boil an egg in here.

- You're in my way.

The boiler and I got
an intimate relationship.

Sergeant Buntz around today?

- That would be
Lieutenant Buntz.

- A blonde, a
tall drink of water.

Tell her Sal's looking for her.

- What do you
people pay for heat?

No wonder the
city's going broke.

- Let's finish this quickly.

Charges are dropped against
Ms. Sylvestri in today's arrest.

Additionally, she's
immune from prosecution

other than forms of violence

during the period of
business under surveillance.

- Deal. Deal.

- Purpose of surveillance
is arrest and prosecution

of male caucasian,
tattooed, approximately 35,

suspected in various
armed robberies

of drug stores during
the past six weeks.

That doesn't narrow the
field much, gentlemen.

- All we got.

- Where'd you
learn to give tattoos?

- San Diego.

Come on in, I'll
give you a butterfly.

- Already got one.

- No, no. We got a Norman Buntz.

- Hey, Tommy.

- What's the matter, they
don't call you Guido over here?

- Tommy Donohue. We
were partnered at the Heights.

- Stan Jablonski.

- Stan's the turnout Sarge.

- How you doing?
You got a place?

- Yeah, come on.

- Good to meet you.

It's everything they say.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You gotta take a
ride with me, Guid.

- Yeah? Who we gonna see?

- A juice guy. One
Edward Fratello.

I believe Edward
needs to be arrested.

- I ought to hit you
right in the head.

- Yeah, please, give
me a lecture now.

That's what I was
hoping I could hear.

- When you gonna
smarten up, Tommy, huh?

- Hey, no price.

- How much you owe?

- A couple of bucks.

Hey, this guy's a crook.

What difference does
it make what I owe?

- Oh, are we
arresting Mr. Fratello?

We're not playing
"improve my loan," huh?

- We are arresting him.

I may have subsequent plans.

What, are they giving you
female hormones up here, Guid?

- Shut up.

- When?

- Now. The guy eats at
the Ginzo Social Club.

- Look, I'm not happy, Tommy.

- We're policemen, Norm.

We're doing our duty.

Happy don't enter in.

- Ain't it kind of hot in here?

- They're trying to locate
the source of the problem.

What can I do for you?

- Just give me an
educated guess.

How much bail do you think
they'll want for Bobby Angel?

- I just book 'em, mister,
I don't fix their bail.

- Officer?
- Uh-huh.

- Officer, what do you
suppose the bail's gonna be

for Bobby's hoo-ha down
there at the storage place?

- I don't think it's makes
much difference to you.

As far as I know,

Bobby ain't really got
no money now, does he?

- I'll go it for him.

- You'll go it for him
after all that hoo-ha?

Of course, I can relate to that.

There is something about
that jerk now, isn't there?

- It's a particular
kind of jerk.

The probable truth is,

until Bobby runs
out of people like us,

he ain't never gonna
cut it as a human being.

That should do it.

Post the bail for
him, tell him...

Hell, tell him it's from
some secret admirer.

- Hey, Luce, look who's here.

Fabian, how you doing?

- Hey, Joe.

- Good to see you,
buddy. How are you?

- Great.
- Look at you.

It's like he went and
turned into a bean pole.

- It's hot in here.

- I know. They're working
on it right now to get it fixed.

Joe, excuse us for a second.

- Sure. Sure.

Listen, what about
dinner, all of us, tonight?

Come on.
- Great.

- All right. I'll see you later.

- Come on. I have to talk
to you about some stuff.

- About me staying with you?

- Yeah, about that.

- I want to.

- You don't want to go
back to your grandma's?

- I don't like it there so much.

My grandmother doesn't
have any patience,

and she's always mad at me.

- And you don't want
to stay with your mom?

- When you called me...

I'd been asking for you to
call me for a couple of weeks.

- Fabian, if you lived with
me, I'd be like your mom,

which means you'd
have to enroll in school,

and you'd have to do what I say.

- That's okay.
You're not too strict.

- We'll have to get the
courts to give their okay,

hire a lawyer and everything.

- Lawyers charge
a lot of money, huh?

- Yeah. That's why I
want to know if you're sure.

- Pretty sure.

- Well, which is it,
sure or pretty sure?

- Well, it's just I don't want
you to spend a lot of money.

- Don't worry about
that. That's my problem.

Otherwise okay?

- Okay.

- Night combat conditions.

You become the environment.

Come on now.

See if you like what
this does to your engines.

Oh!

- You shanghaied the
wrong eater, my friend.

- That's why nobody
likes dealing with you guys.

- Shut up, Eddie.

- And that's why the
next cop don't get a loan.

- Yeah? Look in my eyes, Eddie.

Figure out how much I care.

- Oh, don't screw around
with my phone book, please.

- What does this
look like, Norm?

Could it contain
some sort of code?

- What do you want,
you frickin' deadbeat?

You're already
six weeks overdue.

Aah!

- No attitude, Eddie.

Attitude brings fractures.

- All right, all
right, all right.

- Hey, hey, go on back
to the card game, fellas.

Deal another hand, huh?

Go on, get out of
here. You hear me?

Tommy.

- Norman, you believe this?

This was total
mistaken identity.

Eddie's being a real prince.

Go away.

- Stan, is there a
window still open?

- No, the windows are tight.

He must have shut down the
boiler so he could work on it.

- Double, triple
pneumonia in here,

and I'm suing for
loss of income.

- Somebody please go down
and check on that damn repairman.

- My pleasure.

- Line two.

- Ah, in English.

Must be left over from WWII.

Great progress
you've made, Boris.

Damn.

They're looking for their mate.

Very well, Mr. Molotov.

- Fortitude, Ballantine.

The greater glory
lies beyond this world.

- Stand back, whoever you are,

or this gulag goes
to Davy Jones locker.

- Lieutenant Hunter?

- A rescue party.

You've saved me.

Are you all right?

Have we seized the ship?

- Lieutenant.
- What?

- This is the Hill
Street Station.

- An unfortunate pawn
of the Commissar.

Now that we're in command,

can we Medivac him out of here?

- Sure, Howard.

- I wasn't being
recalcitrant on this apology.

- Don't worry about it, Howard.

The Chief's issuing a
"department regrets."

- I see.

- Other than a concussion,

I think you survived
your encounter

with the steam
pipes, Lieutenant.

- Thank you, doctor.

- I wouldn't drive for 24 hours.

- I'll drive him home.

- It was the most
extraordinary experience.

The entire hallucination

had this most extraordinary
sense of reality.

- What's the matter, Howard?

- I'm just so glad to
be back in America.

- Stan...

Let's notify the city attorney.

- Civil suit?

- Big.

- Blondie, my
tall drink of water.

- Why don't you
go back to sleep?

- ♪ I don't know how ♪

♪ I don't know when ♪

♪ I know someday
we'll meet again ♪

- Oh, Bobby, that
was so beautiful.

- Well, ain't you
nice to say you.

- You know, I just
wanna tell you something.

You have been a
perfect gentleman,

and I don't know where
those stories come from.

- Well, I want to thank
you folks for having me,

and God bless you and
old Ned Parsons, too,

for helping me
out in court today.

- Well, where do you
have to go so soon, Bobby?

- Well, I'm beginning to
think you folks is temperance,

and seeing how it's
getting that time of evening,

I'd like to wet my whistle.

- Oh, Andy, do you
think a single drink...

- Daryl Ann, he...

- Well, don't you folks
disagree on my account.

- On, Andy, my daddy's
sweet briar corn mash,

you know, it's made
in the family way.

It couldn't do any harm
on a cold night like this.

- Daryl Ann, I...

- Honey, sing him
one of your songs.

- You write some
tunes, Andy, do you?

- Well, sir...
- Sing him the police one.

- Okay.

I'll pick you one.

♪ I am a policeman in a... ♪

I can't sing in front of you.

I'm too embarrassed.

- Oh, just a little case
of stage fright, Andy.

Boy, honey ain't sweeter
than straight from the corn.

- Oh, my Lord.

- Whoo!

Boy, that would
kill an ordinary man.

Mama, help me put out the fire.

- Bobby, don't be
tickling me now.

♪ Well, Daryl, just to
see you in those jeans ♪

♪ Makes old
Bobby's blood to boil ♪

♪ And makes me want to scream ♪

♪ Oh, give me, give me,
give me, give me what I need ♪

- Hey, hey, hey,
now get off her.

Get off her Stop it!

- Hey, wait a minute, Andy.

I'm just having a little fun.

Oh, I gotta get my
inspiration from somewhere.

- Not from my wife, you don't.

I'm gonna tell you something.

You just crossed the
Mason-Dixon line, hoss.

You get out of my house.

- One way?

- Don't you ever
come back here again.

- Hey, well, like I always say,

don't count me out, but
don't count on me, either.

- You guys could
be here for a while.

He won't come in
unless he pulls a job.

- I've been on worse stakeouts.

- You want to play some gin?

- Oh, sure. Winner
plays the snake?

- You don't want to play Salome.

She cheats.

- Yo, babe, company coming.

- Right.

- Hey, Lucious, you
put on a little weight?

- Terry, my main woman.

Yeah. Say, brah.

- What you got?

- Something your
friend might like.

Pure cashmere, baby.

Look about your size.

- Looks good.

- Try it on.

I got something
else here for Terry.

- You been hitting

those restaurant check
rooms again, Lucious?

- Me? No, no.
These fell off a truck.

- How much?
- 1,500 for both.

- 400.

- Well, that ain't right.

No, no. I got to have a
whole lot more than that.

- I got problems.
- Take it or leave it.

- I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to take all of it then, Terry.

Just freeze.
- Take it easy.

- This ain't smart.

- How does this thing open?

- Hey, baby, I
want a damn tattoo.

- Aah! Oh, man!

- I ought to make you eat this.

- Don't hurt me, man.

I'll move. Don't hurt me, man.

Take the coats.

- I didn't want to
jeopardize the undercover.

- Men of action turn
me all the way on.

- Yeah, that's the gym.

That's where I used
to play volleyball

while all the guys
were playing basketball.

- Yeah. The girls probably
played basketball, too, huh?

- Yeah, all the time.

- Where's them
volleyball players?

Who's that?

- That is Sister Elizabeth.

She was my homeroom teacher

and she also coached
the volleyball team.

- She's a nun, right?

That's why she
has that scarf on?

- Mm-hmm, right.

- Is that you?

- No, I don't think so.

Come on, Fabe, what do
you think about the school?

- Seems pretty cool.

That's you, ain't it, Luce?

- Maybe.

- Why you got your eyes closed?

- I don't know, because
that's what I was doing

when the guy took the picture.

- Oh, give me a break.

- I know we all wish
Walter Callahan

a quick victory in his
bout with the flu bug.

Father Farren is going
to intercede for Walt

with an influential friend.

Our loss is also our gain.

Like me, I'm certain all of you

followed the deliberations
and applauded the findings

of the so-called
Furillo Commission,

but I can claim a leg up

in having followed the
career of this gentleman

for a number of
years before that.

I remember eight years ago now

reading about a
persevering young lieutenant

arresting Al "Big Ben" Diamante,

and in the intervening years,

I've watched him grow
from strength to strength.

It's my honor to
introduce someone

I suspect we may be
hearing more from and about

in the months and years to come,

Captain Francis X. Furillo.

- Thank you, Father Auckland,

Father Farren,
distinguished guests.

I want to thank Mr. Wells
for his gracious introduction.

It is the small consolation
of being a late replacement

that no one expects you
to have a speech prepared.

I'm not going to disappoint you.

- You were gangbusters, Furillo.

- Yeah, I think
it went all right.

- Shall I tell you what our
new friend Mr. Wells told me?

- Mm-hmm.

- Promise not to
get a swelled head?

- What did Graham have to say?

- Graham said, your husband
has marvelous presence.

- Mmm.

- I said, Graham,

your preaching
among the converted.

- I wish I had a peek at my
friend Graham's hole card.

- Relax, Furillo.

Enjoy the ride.

- Don't change the subject.

Hmm.

- That's good.

Hi, Annie.

- Oh, honey.

- George Foster, Foster
& Sons Mortuary, sir.

Is this the departed?

My assistant will bring
the car around, sir.

- Trip all right?

- It was fine.

How's Uncle Sy?

- Oh, he has his
aches and pains.

You'll see him
back at the house.

I was planning on
you staying with us.

- Appreciate it.

- Welcome home, Leland.

- Leland?

- You didn't know that your
daddy's first name was Leland?

- Where did Reggie come from?

- His name was
Leland Reginald Hill.

I used to say your daddy
had a bank president's name

and a bank robber's heart.

I'm glad you brought him here.

- I didn't know where
else to bring him, Annie.

- I mean, I'm glad
you came with him.

- Appreciate the rhythm, Guid.

The kid I'm paired with
now don't know the play.

- Yeah.

- All right.

Let's get it off our chests.

- What part don't you
know about, Tommy, huh?

What part do I have to tell you?

- I didn't want
to get into this.

There's some stuff
going on at home.

- That's bull.

- Oh, man, you're gonna
tell me what this money's for?

Obviously, you
think it's gambling,

and it happens to be
a domestic problem.

- Tommy, A, I don't believe you,

and B, this sucked
no matter what.

- Hey, which righteous
brother were you?

- This was a stone
freaking shakedown.

This crap is why I transferred.

- You transferred?

What happened to
division pulled you?

- I put in for a transfer,

and this kind of stuff is why.

- Jeez, that's beautiful.

You asked to split up?

- All right, look, forget about
what's right or wrong, huh?

You know, you keep this
up, you're gonna get whacked.

- You're not me.

I'm a defender of the community.

Plus I thought I was your pal.

- No, this was no friend.

This was muscle
you wanted today.

- That must've been someone else

I stepped in front of
a couple years ago.

That must not have been you.

- No, that was me.

But you were different.

- Oh, I'm a different guy.

Jeez, I must not
have a scar then.

- That's a cheap freaking shot.

- It didn't feel
cheap when I took it.

Does this look cheap to you?

- I'm wrong.

I'm sorry.

- You don't believe it, see,

but I love you like a brother.

- Yeah, you've been
there for me, too.

- I just hate what you're
doing to yourself, Tommy,

and honest to God,

I keep being afraid
you're gonna get hit.

- I win the lottery next
week, this all goes away.

- Look, you made
me ruin my vines.

- You take care, Tommy.

- Hey, Guid, we'll see
each other, all right?

- No.

I don't want to see you no more.