Hill Street Blues (1981–1987): Season 6, Episode 18 - Iced Coffey - full transcript
Lucy frustrates everyone when she can't ID Coffey's killer. Belker has to deal with a gung-ho rent-a-cop at his undercover station. Jesus Martinez is busted on suspicion of bribery involving a judge.
- Four, Stationhouse
thefts, uh, Lieutenant Hunter
has alerted us
to a rash of these.
Contact him or me if
you're missing anything
or if you have any clues.
Five, Lieutenant Goldblume asks,
he doesn't wanna
take anymore calls,
re: repairman for his house.
Six, New undercover, Belker
is at Monte's Save Shop,
visa vi, uh, cash
machine rip-offs
across from there.
Seven, um, Captain
Furillo will be in today.
We're expecting
him at 0800 hours.
Eight, no funeral arrangements
as of this hour on Joe Coffey.
As many of you know, his mother
and his stepfather
live in Florida.
They've been notified and
they're returning up here.
Last, the Coffey investigation.
Lieutenant Buntz is in
charge and assigned with him
are Detectives LaRue
and Washington,
Morrison, Bersky,
Vargos, and, uh, McNeal,
plus, division is helping out.
Uh, current status
is as follows.
Uh, no suspects in custody
and no eyewitnesses to the event;
however, uh, we are
developing promising forensics.
Uh, suspect and
vehicle description
and other relevant
data are on the board.
Everybody, please
apprise yourselves.
People, uh, whenever
a cop killer is on a loose
and a good friend is gone
things change for all of us.
Uh, just remember that,
uh, investigation points
to the fact that this
is a street robber
who was interrupted in the act.
Let's not be getting
paranoid that somebody's
out there stalking
us, just do your job.
Remain responsible as
regards to the community and,
and let's get the guy.
Be careful out there.
Bates, Sergeant Bates, Lucy.
Uh, a desk today, okay, Lucy?
- Whatever they want.
Whatever Buntz wants.
- If you need any time off,
you need anybody to talk to.
- Welcome back.
- Thank you.
- Sorry the circumstances stink.
- Any developments?
- It's a little slow, but
a stolen vehicle report
matches Bates' van description.
- No vehicle?
- Not yet.
- Frank.
- Henry.
- Glad to see you, Frank.
- Thank you.
- Oh, Lieutenant
Hunter, on those thefts,
we'll be wanting all
our spare manpower.
- Oh, of course,
the Coffey matter.
- I'll help you, sir.
I was thinking to keep an
eye on the Khaki Officers
since they control
access to the squad room.
- Good enterprise, Ballantine.
You know that
Melvin in particular.
He seems a flaky type. Damn.
- Sir?
- My Swiss army knife.
- Check your pockets, sir?
- Yeah, yeah,
yeah, about 5' 10",
uh, Caucasian, right.
No, not a light skinned
Puerto Rican, Caucasian.
Blue kind of work
shirt, white high tops.
Meryl Martin?
Come on, he ain't
out of the joint yet.
You can do better than
that. You better do better.
- Lieutenant Buntz, line four.
- Buntz.
- Lucy, it's policy,
one I agree with,
that I give you these names.
Father Richardson's
in the Chaplin's office,
very solid, very good
man, and Dr. Gordon,
by reputation
anyway, is topnotch.
I believe he's the department's
senior staff psychologist.
- So I guess it's
take your pick,
believe in God or not, huh?
- Something like that or
you can talk to both of them.
- Captain, I got somebody
who sounds like our man,
white male, light
hair, 5 foot 10,
medium to slight build.
According to my snitch,
he lives in his SRO.
Guys been, uh, knocking
down liquor stores
up and down Van Buren.
- Take LaRue and Washington.
- Bastard.
- Police, freeze.
- Looks like you stepped
in something, chicky, huh?
Come on.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Lieutenant, okay, okay,
we got him, we got him.
- Hey, hey, you kill
a cop, buddy, huh?
Is that your thing, huh?
- What the hell
you talking about?
- You're under arrest,
suspicion of robbery and murder.
- Excuse me.
- You sure you can't paint
over there where the machine is?
- Oh, no. That's
all metal over there.
It don't need
painting, Mr. Gutbaum.
It'd be a dead giveaway.
The perp would get hinky.
- Hinky?
- Yeah, hinky,
nervous, unpredictable,
subject to departure
from his usual M.O.
- Just go on your own
business, Mr. Gutbaum
everything's okay.
- I, I can't help but
being a little nervous.
- Don't worry about a thing,
Mr. G., anything goes down
I'm here and I got the
officer to help me out.
Just kidding.
- Go away.
- Uh, what kind of code
do you use, you know,
when you gotta,
uh, use the facilities?
- Huh?
- What I'm saying is
I could cover for ya.
- I don't need any help.
- You aren't dealing with
untrained personnel here.
I mean I got college
credits in police science.
- You study English too?
- Yeah, so?
- So how come
you don't understand
when I tell you to take off?
- And I got a brown
belt in Karate, sir.
- That's terrific.
Then I will shoot you if you
don't leave me the hell alone.
- Okay, okay, I get the message.
Uh, 10/4.
- Got a customer for you in
interrogation, Miss Davenport.
D. Wilson, prostitution
and controlled substance.
- Thanks, Sergeant.
- Here, Vince Turner,
book him, rob one,
murder of a
shopkeeper and a cop.
- You want PD, sport?
- PD or a lawyer.
- Is that him?
- Look familiar?
- I don't know.
I think so, yeah.
- Good, all right. Let's, uh,
move you away from him.
We'll get you lineup.
Look, I'm gonna wash
this guys hands a minute,
make sure we get a clean print.
- Same with all the
girls work on Jefferson.
We check on Marla.
They got pop with me, she
gonna walk with $100.00 fine.
- Because she's
paying off Judge Hardin?
- Paying off the judge,
the bailiff, the lawyer.
They all getting something
off the working girl.
- Do you have any proof
of these allegations?
- Check it out.
You go to court office
over the lunchtime,
that's when he gets the
envelopes for the judge.
- The clerk's office?
Next to Judge
Hardin's court room?
- I don't know.
Wherever the bailiff's at.
He's the one.
If I'm saying the
truth, can I get out?
- Possibly. I'll check into it.
- You see with the laser scope
we gotta scrub you real good.
- Ah, it's hot!
- Go on, soap down now,
Chip, 'cause if you were
in Mel's Smoke Shop and
you left even a partial print
that laser scopes
gonna lift it off anything.
- What do you think I'm
stupid, man, you think I'm dumb?
- No, I don't think you're
very polite that's what I think.
- Ah, it's hot, it hurts!
- Not half as much
as the electric chair.
Now, why don't you get
smart and tell me a story, huh,
'cause we already got a
cop that puts you leaving
the scene and that gets you
80% strapped in already, huh.
- For leaving what scene?
- Mel's Smoke
Shop, you dip head.
Come on scrub, scrub.
- What do you
want me to tell ya?
I never been in a smoke
shop. I been in smoke shop.
- When last night?
- No, not last night.
- Come on now, chick.
Now, we know that you didn't
want to shoot a cop, right?
We know that he
surprised you, right?
- I'm telling my lawyer, man.
I'm telling him about
this washing crap.
- Her story is this.
Brown's Law has told
all their pros clients
not to come to them anymore,
to go to the public defender.
So they do, but then the
pimp gets a call telling him
to drop money through a mail
slot in the law firm's building.
When he arrives before
noon, girl gets off with a fine.
- If it checks out and
she'll testify she walks.
- I'll talk to her
about testimony.
How you feeling?
- Wobbly, good enough.
- Captain.
Uh, Counselor, you have a
suspect in Coffey shooting.
He's in interrogation.
- Thank you.
- Are we on top of this, Norm?
- Uh, you heard
Bates, I.D'd a show up.
Plus, the guy's given
a partial statement.
He says he's been
in Mel's Smokes, uh,
conceivable we may
lose that as coerced,
but the guy is stupid, Captain.
I think we can nail him.
We're trashing
his place right now.
I also got some people
coming in for lineups
on the other robberies.
- Sounds good. Keep me apprised.
- Yeah.
- Joyce's hooker
says Hardin's the judge
and the lawyer is
somebody in Brown's firm.
- Hardin sounds like a match.
He's not a light
sentencer, but real uneven.
- Can we get access
to his clerk's office?
- Sure, administrative
judge would let us in.
- Today?
- Give it a try.
How's our Coffey suspect?
- Well, as soon as his attorneys
through we start the lineups.
- Lieutenant.
- Yeah.
- When do you
want me for lineup?
- Uh, about an hour, after,
uh, his lawyers done with him.
- So how we doing on the case?
- Hey, we got an
eyewitness ID, namely you.
How much more we need?
- Yeah, but besides
me, we doing okay?
- Yeah, not bad.
- Like what?
- Like, uh, like he's talking.
Like we got witnesses for
other lineups, other jobs.
- Good, 'cause I don't
think I can ID him.
- Hey, you already said it was
him when we brought him in.
- I know I did. So
now I'm not so sure.
- Well, come on now,
just, uh, you only saw him
for a couple of seconds.
Now, uh,
this, uh, show
off was accidental
and when you see him
in the lineup you'll know.
- Maybe, maybe,
I don't think so.
- Hey, now it's the
same description.
He hits little stores and
he whacks people out.
Now you gotta come through here.
- So what do you want
me to lie or something?
Is that what you're saying?
I told you I am not sure.
- No, I don't want you to lie.
I just, uh, just wanna get
the guy that iced your partner.
- I don't wanna get the guy?
Is that what you're saying?
You think I wanna let
the guy go who killed Joe?
I don't want him to walk.
That's why I asked you.
Why don't you come
up with some stuff?
Why don't you come
up with his high tops?
- You bored?
- No.
- We got a 419 in
progress over here.
- A what?
- Yeah, broad in Aisle 2,
just boosted a Crenshaw.
It's up under her garment.
- Her?
- Pregnant women
thief like bandits.
Hold it a minute, ma'am.
- You got a problem?
Hey, let go of me.
- Don't give me cause, ma'am.
- Hey, manager.
- Under detention, ma'am.
- Hey, let go of me.
- Here, wait. Did you
steal something, lady?
- No.
- Check the Crenshaws
in Aisle 3, Mr. G.
I'll believe you'll find
the top one missing.
- All right, all right.
Let go of her.
You have a melon
under there, lady?
- If I do it's certainly gonna
be a surprise to my old man
'cause that's not when he
planted it six months ago.
- Let's examine
the facts, shall we?
- Are you crazy?
You want a lawsuit
on your hands?
- That's right. A lawsuit
for false harassment.
Now, there is no
melon bulge here.
Now am I right?
- I outta call your agency.
- Look, it was a
judgment call, Mr. G.
The top melon missing,
she emerges from the aisle,
what am I supposed to do?
- A judgment call.
- How long have you
been doing this job?
- Five days, sir.
- A little less
enthusiasm, okay?
- I was a video arcade, you
know, playing the games.
- From when to when?
- I was loaded.
I don't know.
- Is that the
extent of you alibi?
- What's wrong with it?
- Nothing, but it would
help if we could prove it.
- So, so go ask him, find the
manager, maybe he saw me.
- Do you know his name
or have his description?
- I don't know it, okay?
Maybe I was in my room,
maybe I was just loaded.
- Mr. Turner, I'm not
asking for the world,
but a degree of consistency
about your
whereabouts would help.
- Yeah, well I don't know.
- What about your
statement to the police?
You were in the smoke shop.
- Hey, I thought you
said we'd get that tossed.
- I'm simply trying to clarify.
- So I'll cop, all right?
I'll cop to a
couple of rip-offs.
What do you want me
to say, something stupid
like I killed a cop?
No way in town, man.
Not a chance.
- Davenport, lineups are ready.
We're gonna be running
it in two or three parts.
- Why is that?
- Uh, we're having
trouble rounding up
a couple of witnesses.
Your client's been
a busy little beaver.
- And so have you.
I understand you tortured
Mr. Turner with hot water.
- Come on.
- Your statement goes down
the drain with your water.
Count on it.
Sergeant Bates?
- Miss Davenport.
- I'm really sorry about Joe.
- Thank you.
- Lieutenant Buntz
just informed me
what sounded like
a hitch in a lineup?
- I don't know
anything about it.
- Something about
other witnesses.
I certainly don't
want to pressure you,
but I know the extra
care you want to take
in getting the
right perpetrator.
- Correct.
- Would you be willing
to talk to me this far?
Tell me, when you saw
my client in booking earlier,
was that accidental
or did Lieutenant Buntz
lead him to you?
- Accidental,
totally accidental.
- Aren't you afraid
that seeing my client
being brought in might
prejudice your ability
to be objective in a lineup?
- Look, I don't want to
discuss the case with you.
- Excuse me, uh, Ms. Davenport,
they're looking
for you in lineup.
- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Hey, don't let her get to ya.
- About what?
- She was asking ya
about what you saw, right?
- Wrong.
- Oh.
- Binsky buttinsky.
Everybody has to butt in,
tell me when to say something,
when not to say it,
when to go to lineup,
when don't go to
lineup, do this, do that.
- Number three step forward.
Turn to your right.
Turn to your left.
All right, step
back number three.
- Uh, that's him.
- Are you sure?
- Positive.
- Okay, that's it.
- And what about Bates?
- Uh, Captain.
I've, uh, I've
decided to let her
sit for a while, Captain.
We got enough to hold
this yo-yo without out her
and to tell you the truth
I, uh, I think she could use
a little more time
to think it over,
get rid of any possible doubts.
- I wasn't aware
she had any doubts.
- Well, you know, Captain,
I mean, she's been
through it, you know.
She's a woman, you know.
I mean, well, everybody
has doubts about something,
which doesn't
necessarily mean anything.
It's just that, uh, well,
you can't be 100% sure
about anything in this
world. See what I'm saying?
- Lucy?
- Captain.
- What are you doing?
- Uh, just going
through this stuff.
It's Turners.
- Recognize anything?
- You know, all I saw
were those white high tops
and that blue
jacket shirt thing.
- Lieutenant Buntz says
you're not sure of your ID.
- It just keeps running
around and around in my head.
I think it's him.
It, it probably is,
but, you know,
I keep thinking maybe,
maybe I was wrong.
Maybe there's a chance
that I made a mistake.
- In that case...
- Like his, his eyes,
you know, or his hair.
It could have been longer.
I just got that
short look at him.
You know, he was
coming out of the doors,
about 30 feet away.
It's just confusing that's...
- Lucy, if you can place
him at the site it certainly
would be a big help,
but if you can't you can't.
Nobody wants you to
go any further with this
than you legitimately can go.
- I'm not so sure of that.
- Take it from me, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.
- With that
understanding I'd like you
to take a look at
him in the lineup.
- Right.
- Number three, step forward.
Turn to your right.
Turn to your left.
All right, face front.
- Sorry, I'm just not sure.
Need me for anything else?
- Are you planning
on charging murder?
- You just stay tuned.
This show ain't over.
- Stan.
- Yeah.
- I'm taking Detective Swain
and probably be a couple hours.
- Okay.
- And, Stan, put met
on night roll, will ya?
- Til Coffey clears
and further notice.
- Good fishing, Lieutenant?
- It's time to start using
barbed hooks, Sergeant.
The brigade lost an entire gross
of Officer in Charge Forms
less than an hour ago.
- Oh.
- Geez, person in the
house is a kleptomaniac.
- Oh, sorry, Lucy, uh.
- Sorry.
I keep forgetting he's dead.
I keep wanting
to tell him things.
- Well, why don't you
just keep telling him?
Really, there's no harm.
- I guess that's what I'm doing.
I keep hearing him telling back,
"Luc, don't get jammed up,
just do your job, do
the best you can."
That's Joe.
- Sounds like him.
- Excuse me.
- Is this Judge Beckerman's?
- It's 217, down the hall.
- Thanks.
- Yo, Ronnie. How's he hanging?
- Not too bad. What you got?
- Hey, he looks familiar.
- And a motion to declare
you ugly, Truesdale.
- Go back to PR, all of ya.
- Pleasure doing
business with ya, huh.
Buenos dias, bro.
- I have today's winners,
Marla Anderson, Pam Boston,
and a one Tiffany
Brewer, all of 'em good.
Thanks. Bye.
- Police. You're under arrest.
- Jesus.
- Hey, Henry Goldblume.
- You're under arrest.
- Why what'd you do?
Get a job with candid
camera. Oh, man, you serious?
- Uh-huh. Bribery. Come on.
- Renko, check the hot
sheet for that red Fiero,
807RJ6.
- No?
- Well, I say no.
I keep thinking we're
supposed to play poker with him.
It's like caught halfway down...
- Renko, I don't even
wanna talk about it.
- Daryll Ann
cried all night long.
I had to rock her in my
arms 'till she went to sleep.
- I didn't sleep at all.
- Me neither.
- Robbery in progress.
Units 21, 23, and...
- That's us, pal.
2202 in response.
- Get out of the way, man.
Get out of the way, pal.
- I'll take the back.
- Bobby Hill?
Bobby Hill?
- Lord, didn't you
hear me call you?
- No. Must have been when
I went out of the apartment.
- Did you hear that?
- It's here, it's here.
- Freeze.
- Renko, don't.
- Get up, put your
hands over your head.
Turn around toward
that wall right now.
I'm gonna tell you
something, pal.
This ain't the day
to be robbing people.
No lie, 'cause if it
wasn't for my partner
you'd been shot four
or five times already.
- Hey, don't open that
can. Don't break that.
Hey, I'm talking to you.
- So what?
- So what, it's against
the law, so what.
Hey, come back here.
- Hey, you get outta
my way right now.
I'm gonna knock
you right on your can.
- You're asking for it, buddy.
You get away from me.
- Aah, man down! Man down!
Hey, back up, back up.
- I'm stick you in the
cage, roll down the...
- All right, all right,
that's enough.
Just step away. Go on.
- Thanks, Mick.
This here's my commanding
officer, you know.
He was violating a PC 117.
When I approached
the subject to,
to request compliance
he became abusive.
Then when I attempted
to enforce the code,
kicks me in the groin area.
- Hey, hey, he came
after me with some of
the Kung Fu stuff so
I get him a little fazoo.
- Shh. You all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- All I did was try to
defend myself, honest.
That's all.
- Okay, okay. Take a hike.
- And stay out of trouble.
- What's going on here?
- I'm gonna tell you something.
You have got a
ticking bomb here.
- Meaning what?
- I'm not talking to you.
- I did what you said.
You said to leave you alone.
I went after the PC 117 myself.
Okay, so I underestimated
the violence potential.
I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
- I don't want you to
take this the wrong way,
but have you ever
stopped to think about, well,
I don't know, maybe going
into some other line of work?
- You don't mean get
out of law enforcement.
- Yes.
- No, no.
You don't understand.
I mean I have wanted
to be a cop all my life.
When I was a little kid
we used to have these,
these 211s going
down and this cop used
to roll on his squeals and
kick the door down and,
and he pulled my old
man off my mom and,
and tell me everything
was gonna be okay and,
you know, I thought that
guy was some kind of God.
- That's the most
moronic I've ever heard.
You're fired.
- Hold on, Mr. Gutbaum.
Let's not go overboard.
I wouldn't.
- I would.
Listen, I want you to
go down to your agency
and tell them to send
me somebody normal,
one of their ex-cons.
- You can't help me
out on this one, big guy?
This is a Code 3 then, Mick.
- Okay, we got a van,
this look like the one?
- Yeah.
- Good.
It's in the impound.
Go take a look at it.
- Buntz, sorry about
what happened before.
You know, I do anything in
the world to make this case.
- Just go on down, huh.
SID is looking
for prints already.
- Here's Roy Slay,
robbery and assault.
Stay right here.
- Hi, I'm Mangela
Esquire, retained on behalf
of Truesdale and Martinez.
- Martinez don't want
you, Mr. Mangela.
- Well, I was
informed that he did.
- Well, he don't.
- Brown sent the lawyer
to protect himself, not me.
- You want a public defender?
- I want Brown stuck here.
- Are you claiming
you had no idea
there was anything
in that envelope?
- No way, Frank.
- Jesus, you can't be a
lawyer with a bribery conviction
on your sheet, but right now
you and the bailiff
are all we got.
- And he's not saying
a thing. Am I right?
That's because Brown
has him all bottled up.
You see. I will make
a deal but I can't.
I don't know.
Now doesn't that
prove something?
Not really.
- Captain, Attorney
Brown's in Interrogation B.
- Yeah, you got someplace
now. Hang him out to dry.
- Get him a bail he can make.
- And a fast to Raymond.
- Next bus.
- Leapin' lizards. We got him.
Okay, lock and load men.
- Yeah, Lieutenant.
- Yeah.
- We've been in every building
within three blocks
of Mel's Smokes.
I don't think there's
a witness out there.
- It ain't gonna come
off the neighborhood.
It's gonna come off the
trade, some guy who walked in
when the place was being robbed.
- Okay, look, I'll be
back and turn this crib.
- Yeah.
- Lieutenant, SID, line three.
- Ballantine.
Uh, call the
paramedics, Richard.
So we've caught the thief.
- You idiot.
- Ballantine.
- Don't Ballantine me.
Your 21 blade Swiss army knife,
your 101st Airborne
lighter, I've got it.
Your Ayn Rand book, I got
that too, Lieutenant Hunter.
- Why?
- Oh, oh, because I suppose
you've treated me like a son.
You've treated
me like a doormat.
You've treated me like
that ridiculous dog of yours.
Remember when you caught
me and tied me up, Lieutenant.
Mr. Great Freedom Fighter.
When your dog was
painted with zebra stripes,
you know what I thought?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
- I'm as disappointed as
you are, I'm sure, Captain.
The kid had energy,
kind of simian intelligence.
I thought some guts.
- Cut it, Mr. Brown.
- Cut what?
Do you know why I quit
representing prostitutes?
Precisely because of corruption.
I can't afford corruption.
My practice is too successful.
- Or do you mean
that you can't afford
a close connection to it
so you shoved the girls off
to the public defender and...
- Look, I can believe that
some people in my office
have made phone
calls, taken envelopes,
but surely they don't
need my cooperation.
Now, how can I help?
You can wire my
office if you want.
Uh, subject to
privilege, of course.
- Martinez says you're the one.
- What?
- Martinez. Martinez
says it's you.
- I think it's him.
Now, if you don't have
grounds to hold me people,
I have a full
afternoon in Part 17.
- Don't make any
mistakes, Mr. Brown.
- How about when you
went out with that man?
That was good. And
who stood up for you?
Who said he was
beautiful? I wanted to puke.
- Ballantine, come on.
- Ballantine, Ballantine, you
don't even know my first name.
- Yes, of course,
I do. It's John.
- Everybody calls me
Jack, only you think of me
as John because all
you've called me for six years
is Ballantine.
- Now, Ballantine,
that's not fair.
- The hell with you.
The hell with the
whole elite squad.
- Lieutenant, what's holding
up the lineups on Turner?
- Couple of witnesses
still being brought in.
- Move him to
arraignment by 4:00 P.M.
or I'm bringing habeas corpus.
- Stan, I'm out to
Mel's Smoke Shop.
- All right.
- Maybe partial prints.
- Neal, maybe they should
reopen the smoke shop, you know,
and some of the regular after
work customers might come by.
- Yeah, we're gonna,
Lucy, couple more hours.
- Uh, deliveries?
What about them?
- Nobody makes
deliveries 6:00 at night, Luc.
- Anything new?
- Nah. I'll check.
Hear we're gonna
dust the shelves.
- You ID'd the van?
- Yeah, that's it.
- Now, uh, if we find a
print on the steering wheel
or something then
we're in business.
- I hope so.
- Look, uh, maybe I came
down hard on you before.
I know this whole situation
gotta be a stone crusher.
- Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go
talk to the department shrink,
ask him if he knows a hypnotist.
You know how they help
you recreate past scenes?
Anyway, I'm on
my way to division.
- Did you know driving
to work this morning
I hear one of them ads
for real estate school?
Usually I don't listen to 'em I
just tune 'em out, but today,
uh, I was listening.
- You're gonna go into real
estate school or something?
- No, I didn't say
I was gonna go.
I just said I was listening.
- How much money do you
think you can make in real estate?
- $60,000, $75,000, $100,000...
- Hell, I'd listen too.
2202 corner of Bailey and 112th.
We'll proceed to intercept.
Watch it, Renko.
- Freeze.
- All right, take
it easy. I'm hurt.
I need an ambulance.
- It's just a handcuff, fella.
We'll swing by the
emergency room, Renko.
- You know what?
I don't feel sorry for you
at all 'cause you stole a car
and you don't even
know how to drive, do ya?
What the hell is
this world coming to?
- You're under arrest for
grand theft auto, buddy.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that right,
anything you say can
and will be held against you.
- Look, if I can figure the guys
a possible just hearing your
description on the radio call,
how come you didn't see it?
- Well, see you gotta
realize that we just...
We were under the impression
there was a suspect in custody.
- We got one suspect, a suspect,
that don't mean stop looking.
- Well, we heard
that Sergeant Bates
had identified him.
- You heard that?
Where'd you hear it from?
You never heard it from me.
- Well, we were right.
Well, there was talk it.
- So it was a rumor.
You don't act on rumor.
That's not how things are done.
Hey, look, so we all
make mistakes, huh?
Important thing is we
gotta another possible.
- Hey, Wactell signed a warrant.
We can swing by and pick it up.
- All right, let's go.
- I was gonna go to a hypnotist.
- So why did you come to me?
- Well, I don't know.
I, I heard going to a
hypnotist can queer
the evidence or I don't know.
I was down here and I, I
guess I just wanted somebody
to tell me that he wasn't
just dead and gone.
- If I told you something like
that would you believe me?
- I'm not sure.
- Lucy, your partner Joe enjoys
an eternal life in Christ.
- Doesn't really change
anything, does it?
- Nor does it rid us of
grief or sense of loss.
No.
- No.
Thanks, Father.
You know, we've
got this guy and,
and I really think
that he killed Joe,
but I wasn't a good cop.
I didn't see what I
should have seen
and now he's gonna get away.
- Uh, I don't know if you
were a good cop or not,
but if I were you I
wouldn't railroad anyone.
My understanding is that there
are times to trust your heart
and times to trust your eyes.
- Right.
- Hey, Sarge.
- Yeah.
- You know where
Neal or Buntz are at?
- Uh-uh. Out someplace.
- All right. Hey, Luc,
you got a second?
- What you got?
- I just came from Turner's.
Does this stuff look familiar?
- Were they together?
I mean did it look like he
could have worn yesterday?
- We found it in a
pillow case he stuffed
in the back of a closet.
- Okay, thanks.
- Captain, I'd like to
try the lineup again.
- I have to tell you, Luc,
by now its value as evidence
is minimal.
- I know, but what
else have we got?
I mean, we have no
gun, no other witness,
and now we hear we don't
even Buntz's statement.
- Have you had a
change of heart?
- I think so. Yes,
I'd like to try.
- All right, have
Stan set it up.
- Okay, I, I did
see some sneakers
from Turner's apartment.
- They mustn't influence
you in the the lineup.
- No, right, Frank.
- What's going on?
- We're putting Turner
back in the lineup for Bates.
- Uh, come on.
- We concede prior
prejudicial effect.
- Do you concede
Turner is being framed?
Show up ID followed by a failed
lineup and have a new lineup.
This is vigilante
atmosphere, Captain.
Sorry, but you're building
your little castle on sand.
Mr. Turner is going to
have a very strong defense.
- William Hasselbach,
GLA, suspicion of murder.
- All right, Sergeant, got
a new candidate for ya,
just tossed his apartment.
Found a Cannon.
That one looking more like it?
- I don't know.
Okay, I don't know.
I don't know.
- No lineup, okay. I was wrong.
I almost nailed
maybe the wrong guy,
now they got another guy.
- Whom you recognize?
Lucy, I won't allow
you in another lineup.
- It was so quick.
It was just... I'm
sorry, but it was...
- Captain, new suspect with gun.
We're sending for 18B
and rush on ballistics.
- Police Officer. You
freeze or your dog meat.
- Don't shoot, don't shoot,
please, please, please.
- Hey, whoa!
- Officer requesting assistance,
ambulance, uh, Decker and Third.
- We got him, we got him, Mick.
- Are you crazy?
- Well, I seen you chasing him.
- So you ran him
over and killed him?
- He ain't dead,
just shook up a little.
I hit him just right, you
know, not, not too hard.
- What the hell
are you doing here?
- Well, I come back to get
my check and I seen you
chasing this guy so I figured,
uh, maybe you
could use a little help.
Well, he would of gotta away.
Don't I at least get
a thank you here?
- Thank you. A thank you?
You're lucky I don't
have you arrested
for attempted manslaughter.
- Uh, no way, Mick.
It's a clear cut PL 339c,
justifiable assistance
to a peace officer.
You know, I, uh, I got
canned at the agency.
- Oh, am I sorry to hear that.
- Hey, every knocks
a boost, am I right?
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna resubmit my
application to the department.
- The Police Department?
- Yeah.
I figured maybe you could
give me a reference, you know?
- Four detox programs
for meth, seven arrests.
- How many convictions?
- Oh, we're gonna
add to that count, Billy.
- You guys.
- Hey, hey, tell me,
which one of you plays
the good guy and
who plays the bad guy?
- Ah, Billy knows how it works.
- Yeah, you know I do.
- It says here, uh...
He wet his bed.
They recommend rubber sheets.
- Oh, that's funny, man.
All right, I want a lawyer.
I want the PD.
- Oh, oh, we're
getting sensitive.
- You don't get the PD.
She's representing
the wrong suspect.
You get an 18B dude.
- What's that?
- A court appointed
shyster with nothing to gain,
representing a loser like you.
- Hey, uh, when you make
a puddle do you sleep in it?
- You shut up.
- Ah, ah.
Now if you can't
control yourself, girl,
I'm gonna have to spank you
with a rolled up newspaper.
- Where the hells Brown,
huh? You let Brown go, man.
- We had no probable
cause to hold him.
- What about him
ruining my life?
What about him lying?
At least let me wear a
wire against the man.
- Jesus, you know he
won't talk to you now.
- I know that? I know one thing.
You should be
ashamed of yourself.
Hey, you, Frankie,
shame on you pigs.
- Jesus, we're continuing
the investigation.
We're going after Judge
Hardin, as well as Brown.
If I thought you were totally
innocent I'd tell you more.
- I don't need to know
anymore, okay, Frankie?
Come right down to it,
the men is a
bunch of little girls.
Believe me, I will
deal with Brown myself.
- SID fired Hasselbach's
gun. It killed Officer Coffey.
- Tell us again what
you did last night,
went to the Mayor's
ball, met Cinderella,
and the two of you must
have gone to the ladies room.
- Enough already. You
are wrong about me.
- I'm reading your
sheet, little man.
- Your gun killed our
cop, Mr. Hasselbach.
Let's get him arraigned.
- Come on, let's go.
- There you are Ballantine.
You're looking much better.
Ballan...
Uh, Jack, no one
knows better than I
that emergency action
team duty exacts a toll
and I've decided
that disciplinary action
is not appropriate.
And, on a more personal note,
I forgive you.
- You forgive me?
You're the one who's
been driving me crazy
in the first place.
Come on, Lieutenant, come on.
Give me about three
and half hours on
the Zen stealth
of the true Ninja.
And then, then they give
warrior of the month to Buntz.
Norman Buntz, he's
not even an eater.
That was the moment of true
happiness for me, Lieutenant.
- Classic, classic projection
of your own inadequacies.
It is the ritualistic betrayal
and slaying of
the father figure.
- Father figure? You?
I don't you could sire a worm.
- Oh, Ballantine.
- It all fits.
The endless preening,
the incessant cleaning
of the weapon.
You talk tough, Lieutenant,
but you're a sick man.
- You have gone
too far, Ballantine.
You're through.
- Through? We'll
see who's through.
You don't know what it's
been like keeping it all in
while you've ignored me
and treated me like dirt.
Well now, the
real Jack Ballantine
is out of the box,
a cat, ready to pounce.
- There was arguing terrible.
A lot of screaming and yelling.
I knew something
terrible was gonna happen.
- You get a look
at the other guy?
- No, but I heard Mr. Brown.
He was screaming at him.
- Fabian, I feel
like I've brought you
into another lousy thing.
- What do you mean?
- You've had so many
hard things in your life
and now you gotta
deal with another one.
- Not this heart,
Luc. You're not alone.
- You aren't either, Fabe.
- So anyway, we've
got this jumper, right?
This old bird is
real freaked out.
The ledge is about this wide.
Old Coffey's inching
out, then the guy says,
"You grab me I'll push you."
Old Coffey looks
back at him and says,
"You grab me I'll push you!"
- He positioned the firemen.
If there's gonna be a
fall they're gonna be
under Coffey and not the guy.
- And so Coffey finally
talks him out of it.
I mean it takes
about three hours.
He says I was in Vietnam,
Da Nang, all that good stuff.
He finally gets the guy off
and they take his picture then,
take his picture for the paper.
Next day Brisko gives
him a reprimand to him
because he didn't have
on his hat when he had
the picture taken.
- Oh, hey, you remember the
time we were at that hotdog stand?
Coffey's hitting on this
absolutely gorgeous
chick in a mini skirt.
I'm talking grade
A, primo carne right?
All right, now I'm sick
'cause he's doing pretty good.
- Then a call comes in.
It's a bank job in
Coffey's sector.
Coffey, he's acting like
a big man with the girl.
We'll take care of this.
That kind of attitude, you know?
Let me just swing
into action here.
- So he's grabbing the
broad's phone number
while he's fishing around in
his pockets for his car keys.
- And then he realizes that
he left them in the ignition.
- And he's locked
out of his unit.
- I'm sorry, but, guys, I
don't mean to interrupt.
Uh, I just heard about,
uh, your buddy getting killed
and I just wanted to, uh,
express my condolences,
you know.
Can I stand you
folks to a round?
- No. Thanks.
- Yeah, I remember one
bust just as he came on the job
and Coffey comes up to me.
I don't even know
him and he's all serious
face all scrunched up, you
know, like he used to get.
He tells me that I, uh, wrote
up my arrest report wrong.
Thinking to myself,
oh, my God, is this dude
from internal affairs or what?
- As it turns out, uh, Neal
spelled his name wrong.
- He say, "It's Coffey with a
Y, not like what yous drink."
Yeah.
thefts, uh, Lieutenant Hunter
has alerted us
to a rash of these.
Contact him or me if
you're missing anything
or if you have any clues.
Five, Lieutenant Goldblume asks,
he doesn't wanna
take anymore calls,
re: repairman for his house.
Six, New undercover, Belker
is at Monte's Save Shop,
visa vi, uh, cash
machine rip-offs
across from there.
Seven, um, Captain
Furillo will be in today.
We're expecting
him at 0800 hours.
Eight, no funeral arrangements
as of this hour on Joe Coffey.
As many of you know, his mother
and his stepfather
live in Florida.
They've been notified and
they're returning up here.
Last, the Coffey investigation.
Lieutenant Buntz is in
charge and assigned with him
are Detectives LaRue
and Washington,
Morrison, Bersky,
Vargos, and, uh, McNeal,
plus, division is helping out.
Uh, current status
is as follows.
Uh, no suspects in custody
and no eyewitnesses to the event;
however, uh, we are
developing promising forensics.
Uh, suspect and
vehicle description
and other relevant
data are on the board.
Everybody, please
apprise yourselves.
People, uh, whenever
a cop killer is on a loose
and a good friend is gone
things change for all of us.
Uh, just remember that,
uh, investigation points
to the fact that this
is a street robber
who was interrupted in the act.
Let's not be getting
paranoid that somebody's
out there stalking
us, just do your job.
Remain responsible as
regards to the community and,
and let's get the guy.
Be careful out there.
Bates, Sergeant Bates, Lucy.
Uh, a desk today, okay, Lucy?
- Whatever they want.
Whatever Buntz wants.
- If you need any time off,
you need anybody to talk to.
- Welcome back.
- Thank you.
- Sorry the circumstances stink.
- Any developments?
- It's a little slow, but
a stolen vehicle report
matches Bates' van description.
- No vehicle?
- Not yet.
- Frank.
- Henry.
- Glad to see you, Frank.
- Thank you.
- Oh, Lieutenant
Hunter, on those thefts,
we'll be wanting all
our spare manpower.
- Oh, of course,
the Coffey matter.
- I'll help you, sir.
I was thinking to keep an
eye on the Khaki Officers
since they control
access to the squad room.
- Good enterprise, Ballantine.
You know that
Melvin in particular.
He seems a flaky type. Damn.
- Sir?
- My Swiss army knife.
- Check your pockets, sir?
- Yeah, yeah,
yeah, about 5' 10",
uh, Caucasian, right.
No, not a light skinned
Puerto Rican, Caucasian.
Blue kind of work
shirt, white high tops.
Meryl Martin?
Come on, he ain't
out of the joint yet.
You can do better than
that. You better do better.
- Lieutenant Buntz, line four.
- Buntz.
- Lucy, it's policy,
one I agree with,
that I give you these names.
Father Richardson's
in the Chaplin's office,
very solid, very good
man, and Dr. Gordon,
by reputation
anyway, is topnotch.
I believe he's the department's
senior staff psychologist.
- So I guess it's
take your pick,
believe in God or not, huh?
- Something like that or
you can talk to both of them.
- Captain, I got somebody
who sounds like our man,
white male, light
hair, 5 foot 10,
medium to slight build.
According to my snitch,
he lives in his SRO.
Guys been, uh, knocking
down liquor stores
up and down Van Buren.
- Take LaRue and Washington.
- Bastard.
- Police, freeze.
- Looks like you stepped
in something, chicky, huh?
Come on.
- Hey, hey, hey!
- Lieutenant, okay, okay,
we got him, we got him.
- Hey, hey, you kill
a cop, buddy, huh?
Is that your thing, huh?
- What the hell
you talking about?
- You're under arrest,
suspicion of robbery and murder.
- Excuse me.
- You sure you can't paint
over there where the machine is?
- Oh, no. That's
all metal over there.
It don't need
painting, Mr. Gutbaum.
It'd be a dead giveaway.
The perp would get hinky.
- Hinky?
- Yeah, hinky,
nervous, unpredictable,
subject to departure
from his usual M.O.
- Just go on your own
business, Mr. Gutbaum
everything's okay.
- I, I can't help but
being a little nervous.
- Don't worry about a thing,
Mr. G., anything goes down
I'm here and I got the
officer to help me out.
Just kidding.
- Go away.
- Uh, what kind of code
do you use, you know,
when you gotta,
uh, use the facilities?
- Huh?
- What I'm saying is
I could cover for ya.
- I don't need any help.
- You aren't dealing with
untrained personnel here.
I mean I got college
credits in police science.
- You study English too?
- Yeah, so?
- So how come
you don't understand
when I tell you to take off?
- And I got a brown
belt in Karate, sir.
- That's terrific.
Then I will shoot you if you
don't leave me the hell alone.
- Okay, okay, I get the message.
Uh, 10/4.
- Got a customer for you in
interrogation, Miss Davenport.
D. Wilson, prostitution
and controlled substance.
- Thanks, Sergeant.
- Here, Vince Turner,
book him, rob one,
murder of a
shopkeeper and a cop.
- You want PD, sport?
- PD or a lawyer.
- Is that him?
- Look familiar?
- I don't know.
I think so, yeah.
- Good, all right. Let's, uh,
move you away from him.
We'll get you lineup.
Look, I'm gonna wash
this guys hands a minute,
make sure we get a clean print.
- Same with all the
girls work on Jefferson.
We check on Marla.
They got pop with me, she
gonna walk with $100.00 fine.
- Because she's
paying off Judge Hardin?
- Paying off the judge,
the bailiff, the lawyer.
They all getting something
off the working girl.
- Do you have any proof
of these allegations?
- Check it out.
You go to court office
over the lunchtime,
that's when he gets the
envelopes for the judge.
- The clerk's office?
Next to Judge
Hardin's court room?
- I don't know.
Wherever the bailiff's at.
He's the one.
If I'm saying the
truth, can I get out?
- Possibly. I'll check into it.
- You see with the laser scope
we gotta scrub you real good.
- Ah, it's hot!
- Go on, soap down now,
Chip, 'cause if you were
in Mel's Smoke Shop and
you left even a partial print
that laser scopes
gonna lift it off anything.
- What do you think I'm
stupid, man, you think I'm dumb?
- No, I don't think you're
very polite that's what I think.
- Ah, it's hot, it hurts!
- Not half as much
as the electric chair.
Now, why don't you get
smart and tell me a story, huh,
'cause we already got a
cop that puts you leaving
the scene and that gets you
80% strapped in already, huh.
- For leaving what scene?
- Mel's Smoke
Shop, you dip head.
Come on scrub, scrub.
- What do you
want me to tell ya?
I never been in a smoke
shop. I been in smoke shop.
- When last night?
- No, not last night.
- Come on now, chick.
Now, we know that you didn't
want to shoot a cop, right?
We know that he
surprised you, right?
- I'm telling my lawyer, man.
I'm telling him about
this washing crap.
- Her story is this.
Brown's Law has told
all their pros clients
not to come to them anymore,
to go to the public defender.
So they do, but then the
pimp gets a call telling him
to drop money through a mail
slot in the law firm's building.
When he arrives before
noon, girl gets off with a fine.
- If it checks out and
she'll testify she walks.
- I'll talk to her
about testimony.
How you feeling?
- Wobbly, good enough.
- Captain.
Uh, Counselor, you have a
suspect in Coffey shooting.
He's in interrogation.
- Thank you.
- Are we on top of this, Norm?
- Uh, you heard
Bates, I.D'd a show up.
Plus, the guy's given
a partial statement.
He says he's been
in Mel's Smokes, uh,
conceivable we may
lose that as coerced,
but the guy is stupid, Captain.
I think we can nail him.
We're trashing
his place right now.
I also got some people
coming in for lineups
on the other robberies.
- Sounds good. Keep me apprised.
- Yeah.
- Joyce's hooker
says Hardin's the judge
and the lawyer is
somebody in Brown's firm.
- Hardin sounds like a match.
He's not a light
sentencer, but real uneven.
- Can we get access
to his clerk's office?
- Sure, administrative
judge would let us in.
- Today?
- Give it a try.
How's our Coffey suspect?
- Well, as soon as his attorneys
through we start the lineups.
- Lieutenant.
- Yeah.
- When do you
want me for lineup?
- Uh, about an hour, after,
uh, his lawyers done with him.
- So how we doing on the case?
- Hey, we got an
eyewitness ID, namely you.
How much more we need?
- Yeah, but besides
me, we doing okay?
- Yeah, not bad.
- Like what?
- Like, uh, like he's talking.
Like we got witnesses for
other lineups, other jobs.
- Good, 'cause I don't
think I can ID him.
- Hey, you already said it was
him when we brought him in.
- I know I did. So
now I'm not so sure.
- Well, come on now,
just, uh, you only saw him
for a couple of seconds.
Now, uh,
this, uh, show
off was accidental
and when you see him
in the lineup you'll know.
- Maybe, maybe,
I don't think so.
- Hey, now it's the
same description.
He hits little stores and
he whacks people out.
Now you gotta come through here.
- So what do you want
me to lie or something?
Is that what you're saying?
I told you I am not sure.
- No, I don't want you to lie.
I just, uh, just wanna get
the guy that iced your partner.
- I don't wanna get the guy?
Is that what you're saying?
You think I wanna let
the guy go who killed Joe?
I don't want him to walk.
That's why I asked you.
Why don't you come
up with some stuff?
Why don't you come
up with his high tops?
- You bored?
- No.
- We got a 419 in
progress over here.
- A what?
- Yeah, broad in Aisle 2,
just boosted a Crenshaw.
It's up under her garment.
- Her?
- Pregnant women
thief like bandits.
Hold it a minute, ma'am.
- You got a problem?
Hey, let go of me.
- Don't give me cause, ma'am.
- Hey, manager.
- Under detention, ma'am.
- Hey, let go of me.
- Here, wait. Did you
steal something, lady?
- No.
- Check the Crenshaws
in Aisle 3, Mr. G.
I'll believe you'll find
the top one missing.
- All right, all right.
Let go of her.
You have a melon
under there, lady?
- If I do it's certainly gonna
be a surprise to my old man
'cause that's not when he
planted it six months ago.
- Let's examine
the facts, shall we?
- Are you crazy?
You want a lawsuit
on your hands?
- That's right. A lawsuit
for false harassment.
Now, there is no
melon bulge here.
Now am I right?
- I outta call your agency.
- Look, it was a
judgment call, Mr. G.
The top melon missing,
she emerges from the aisle,
what am I supposed to do?
- A judgment call.
- How long have you
been doing this job?
- Five days, sir.
- A little less
enthusiasm, okay?
- I was a video arcade, you
know, playing the games.
- From when to when?
- I was loaded.
I don't know.
- Is that the
extent of you alibi?
- What's wrong with it?
- Nothing, but it would
help if we could prove it.
- So, so go ask him, find the
manager, maybe he saw me.
- Do you know his name
or have his description?
- I don't know it, okay?
Maybe I was in my room,
maybe I was just loaded.
- Mr. Turner, I'm not
asking for the world,
but a degree of consistency
about your
whereabouts would help.
- Yeah, well I don't know.
- What about your
statement to the police?
You were in the smoke shop.
- Hey, I thought you
said we'd get that tossed.
- I'm simply trying to clarify.
- So I'll cop, all right?
I'll cop to a
couple of rip-offs.
What do you want me
to say, something stupid
like I killed a cop?
No way in town, man.
Not a chance.
- Davenport, lineups are ready.
We're gonna be running
it in two or three parts.
- Why is that?
- Uh, we're having
trouble rounding up
a couple of witnesses.
Your client's been
a busy little beaver.
- And so have you.
I understand you tortured
Mr. Turner with hot water.
- Come on.
- Your statement goes down
the drain with your water.
Count on it.
Sergeant Bates?
- Miss Davenport.
- I'm really sorry about Joe.
- Thank you.
- Lieutenant Buntz
just informed me
what sounded like
a hitch in a lineup?
- I don't know
anything about it.
- Something about
other witnesses.
I certainly don't
want to pressure you,
but I know the extra
care you want to take
in getting the
right perpetrator.
- Correct.
- Would you be willing
to talk to me this far?
Tell me, when you saw
my client in booking earlier,
was that accidental
or did Lieutenant Buntz
lead him to you?
- Accidental,
totally accidental.
- Aren't you afraid
that seeing my client
being brought in might
prejudice your ability
to be objective in a lineup?
- Look, I don't want to
discuss the case with you.
- Excuse me, uh, Ms. Davenport,
they're looking
for you in lineup.
- Thank you, Sergeant.
- Hey, don't let her get to ya.
- About what?
- She was asking ya
about what you saw, right?
- Wrong.
- Oh.
- Binsky buttinsky.
Everybody has to butt in,
tell me when to say something,
when not to say it,
when to go to lineup,
when don't go to
lineup, do this, do that.
- Number three step forward.
Turn to your right.
Turn to your left.
All right, step
back number three.
- Uh, that's him.
- Are you sure?
- Positive.
- Okay, that's it.
- And what about Bates?
- Uh, Captain.
I've, uh, I've
decided to let her
sit for a while, Captain.
We got enough to hold
this yo-yo without out her
and to tell you the truth
I, uh, I think she could use
a little more time
to think it over,
get rid of any possible doubts.
- I wasn't aware
she had any doubts.
- Well, you know, Captain,
I mean, she's been
through it, you know.
She's a woman, you know.
I mean, well, everybody
has doubts about something,
which doesn't
necessarily mean anything.
It's just that, uh, well,
you can't be 100% sure
about anything in this
world. See what I'm saying?
- Lucy?
- Captain.
- What are you doing?
- Uh, just going
through this stuff.
It's Turners.
- Recognize anything?
- You know, all I saw
were those white high tops
and that blue
jacket shirt thing.
- Lieutenant Buntz says
you're not sure of your ID.
- It just keeps running
around and around in my head.
I think it's him.
It, it probably is,
but, you know,
I keep thinking maybe,
maybe I was wrong.
Maybe there's a chance
that I made a mistake.
- In that case...
- Like his, his eyes,
you know, or his hair.
It could have been longer.
I just got that
short look at him.
You know, he was
coming out of the doors,
about 30 feet away.
It's just confusing that's...
- Lucy, if you can place
him at the site it certainly
would be a big help,
but if you can't you can't.
Nobody wants you to
go any further with this
than you legitimately can go.
- I'm not so sure of that.
- Take it from me, Sergeant.
- Yes, sir.
- With that
understanding I'd like you
to take a look at
him in the lineup.
- Right.
- Number three, step forward.
Turn to your right.
Turn to your left.
All right, face front.
- Sorry, I'm just not sure.
Need me for anything else?
- Are you planning
on charging murder?
- You just stay tuned.
This show ain't over.
- Stan.
- Yeah.
- I'm taking Detective Swain
and probably be a couple hours.
- Okay.
- And, Stan, put met
on night roll, will ya?
- Til Coffey clears
and further notice.
- Good fishing, Lieutenant?
- It's time to start using
barbed hooks, Sergeant.
The brigade lost an entire gross
of Officer in Charge Forms
less than an hour ago.
- Oh.
- Geez, person in the
house is a kleptomaniac.
- Oh, sorry, Lucy, uh.
- Sorry.
I keep forgetting he's dead.
I keep wanting
to tell him things.
- Well, why don't you
just keep telling him?
Really, there's no harm.
- I guess that's what I'm doing.
I keep hearing him telling back,
"Luc, don't get jammed up,
just do your job, do
the best you can."
That's Joe.
- Sounds like him.
- Excuse me.
- Is this Judge Beckerman's?
- It's 217, down the hall.
- Thanks.
- Yo, Ronnie. How's he hanging?
- Not too bad. What you got?
- Hey, he looks familiar.
- And a motion to declare
you ugly, Truesdale.
- Go back to PR, all of ya.
- Pleasure doing
business with ya, huh.
Buenos dias, bro.
- I have today's winners,
Marla Anderson, Pam Boston,
and a one Tiffany
Brewer, all of 'em good.
Thanks. Bye.
- Police. You're under arrest.
- Jesus.
- Hey, Henry Goldblume.
- You're under arrest.
- Why what'd you do?
Get a job with candid
camera. Oh, man, you serious?
- Uh-huh. Bribery. Come on.
- Renko, check the hot
sheet for that red Fiero,
807RJ6.
- No?
- Well, I say no.
I keep thinking we're
supposed to play poker with him.
It's like caught halfway down...
- Renko, I don't even
wanna talk about it.
- Daryll Ann
cried all night long.
I had to rock her in my
arms 'till she went to sleep.
- I didn't sleep at all.
- Me neither.
- Robbery in progress.
Units 21, 23, and...
- That's us, pal.
2202 in response.
- Get out of the way, man.
Get out of the way, pal.
- I'll take the back.
- Bobby Hill?
Bobby Hill?
- Lord, didn't you
hear me call you?
- No. Must have been when
I went out of the apartment.
- Did you hear that?
- It's here, it's here.
- Freeze.
- Renko, don't.
- Get up, put your
hands over your head.
Turn around toward
that wall right now.
I'm gonna tell you
something, pal.
This ain't the day
to be robbing people.
No lie, 'cause if it
wasn't for my partner
you'd been shot four
or five times already.
- Hey, don't open that
can. Don't break that.
Hey, I'm talking to you.
- So what?
- So what, it's against
the law, so what.
Hey, come back here.
- Hey, you get outta
my way right now.
I'm gonna knock
you right on your can.
- You're asking for it, buddy.
You get away from me.
- Aah, man down! Man down!
Hey, back up, back up.
- I'm stick you in the
cage, roll down the...
- All right, all right,
that's enough.
Just step away. Go on.
- Thanks, Mick.
This here's my commanding
officer, you know.
He was violating a PC 117.
When I approached
the subject to,
to request compliance
he became abusive.
Then when I attempted
to enforce the code,
kicks me in the groin area.
- Hey, hey, he came
after me with some of
the Kung Fu stuff so
I get him a little fazoo.
- Shh. You all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- All I did was try to
defend myself, honest.
That's all.
- Okay, okay. Take a hike.
- And stay out of trouble.
- What's going on here?
- I'm gonna tell you something.
You have got a
ticking bomb here.
- Meaning what?
- I'm not talking to you.
- I did what you said.
You said to leave you alone.
I went after the PC 117 myself.
Okay, so I underestimated
the violence potential.
I made a mistake. I'm sorry.
- I don't want you to
take this the wrong way,
but have you ever
stopped to think about, well,
I don't know, maybe going
into some other line of work?
- You don't mean get
out of law enforcement.
- Yes.
- No, no.
You don't understand.
I mean I have wanted
to be a cop all my life.
When I was a little kid
we used to have these,
these 211s going
down and this cop used
to roll on his squeals and
kick the door down and,
and he pulled my old
man off my mom and,
and tell me everything
was gonna be okay and,
you know, I thought that
guy was some kind of God.
- That's the most
moronic I've ever heard.
You're fired.
- Hold on, Mr. Gutbaum.
Let's not go overboard.
I wouldn't.
- I would.
Listen, I want you to
go down to your agency
and tell them to send
me somebody normal,
one of their ex-cons.
- You can't help me
out on this one, big guy?
This is a Code 3 then, Mick.
- Okay, we got a van,
this look like the one?
- Yeah.
- Good.
It's in the impound.
Go take a look at it.
- Buntz, sorry about
what happened before.
You know, I do anything in
the world to make this case.
- Just go on down, huh.
SID is looking
for prints already.
- Here's Roy Slay,
robbery and assault.
Stay right here.
- Hi, I'm Mangela
Esquire, retained on behalf
of Truesdale and Martinez.
- Martinez don't want
you, Mr. Mangela.
- Well, I was
informed that he did.
- Well, he don't.
- Brown sent the lawyer
to protect himself, not me.
- You want a public defender?
- I want Brown stuck here.
- Are you claiming
you had no idea
there was anything
in that envelope?
- No way, Frank.
- Jesus, you can't be a
lawyer with a bribery conviction
on your sheet, but right now
you and the bailiff
are all we got.
- And he's not saying
a thing. Am I right?
That's because Brown
has him all bottled up.
You see. I will make
a deal but I can't.
I don't know.
Now doesn't that
prove something?
Not really.
- Captain, Attorney
Brown's in Interrogation B.
- Yeah, you got someplace
now. Hang him out to dry.
- Get him a bail he can make.
- And a fast to Raymond.
- Next bus.
- Leapin' lizards. We got him.
Okay, lock and load men.
- Yeah, Lieutenant.
- Yeah.
- We've been in every building
within three blocks
of Mel's Smokes.
I don't think there's
a witness out there.
- It ain't gonna come
off the neighborhood.
It's gonna come off the
trade, some guy who walked in
when the place was being robbed.
- Okay, look, I'll be
back and turn this crib.
- Yeah.
- Lieutenant, SID, line three.
- Ballantine.
Uh, call the
paramedics, Richard.
So we've caught the thief.
- You idiot.
- Ballantine.
- Don't Ballantine me.
Your 21 blade Swiss army knife,
your 101st Airborne
lighter, I've got it.
Your Ayn Rand book, I got
that too, Lieutenant Hunter.
- Why?
- Oh, oh, because I suppose
you've treated me like a son.
You've treated
me like a doormat.
You've treated me like
that ridiculous dog of yours.
Remember when you caught
me and tied me up, Lieutenant.
Mr. Great Freedom Fighter.
When your dog was
painted with zebra stripes,
you know what I thought?
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
- I'm as disappointed as
you are, I'm sure, Captain.
The kid had energy,
kind of simian intelligence.
I thought some guts.
- Cut it, Mr. Brown.
- Cut what?
Do you know why I quit
representing prostitutes?
Precisely because of corruption.
I can't afford corruption.
My practice is too successful.
- Or do you mean
that you can't afford
a close connection to it
so you shoved the girls off
to the public defender and...
- Look, I can believe that
some people in my office
have made phone
calls, taken envelopes,
but surely they don't
need my cooperation.
Now, how can I help?
You can wire my
office if you want.
Uh, subject to
privilege, of course.
- Martinez says you're the one.
- What?
- Martinez. Martinez
says it's you.
- I think it's him.
Now, if you don't have
grounds to hold me people,
I have a full
afternoon in Part 17.
- Don't make any
mistakes, Mr. Brown.
- How about when you
went out with that man?
That was good. And
who stood up for you?
Who said he was
beautiful? I wanted to puke.
- Ballantine, come on.
- Ballantine, Ballantine, you
don't even know my first name.
- Yes, of course,
I do. It's John.
- Everybody calls me
Jack, only you think of me
as John because all
you've called me for six years
is Ballantine.
- Now, Ballantine,
that's not fair.
- The hell with you.
The hell with the
whole elite squad.
- Lieutenant, what's holding
up the lineups on Turner?
- Couple of witnesses
still being brought in.
- Move him to
arraignment by 4:00 P.M.
or I'm bringing habeas corpus.
- Stan, I'm out to
Mel's Smoke Shop.
- All right.
- Maybe partial prints.
- Neal, maybe they should
reopen the smoke shop, you know,
and some of the regular after
work customers might come by.
- Yeah, we're gonna,
Lucy, couple more hours.
- Uh, deliveries?
What about them?
- Nobody makes
deliveries 6:00 at night, Luc.
- Anything new?
- Nah. I'll check.
Hear we're gonna
dust the shelves.
- You ID'd the van?
- Yeah, that's it.
- Now, uh, if we find a
print on the steering wheel
or something then
we're in business.
- I hope so.
- Look, uh, maybe I came
down hard on you before.
I know this whole situation
gotta be a stone crusher.
- Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go
talk to the department shrink,
ask him if he knows a hypnotist.
You know how they help
you recreate past scenes?
Anyway, I'm on
my way to division.
- Did you know driving
to work this morning
I hear one of them ads
for real estate school?
Usually I don't listen to 'em I
just tune 'em out, but today,
uh, I was listening.
- You're gonna go into real
estate school or something?
- No, I didn't say
I was gonna go.
I just said I was listening.
- How much money do you
think you can make in real estate?
- $60,000, $75,000, $100,000...
- Hell, I'd listen too.
2202 corner of Bailey and 112th.
We'll proceed to intercept.
Watch it, Renko.
- Freeze.
- All right, take
it easy. I'm hurt.
I need an ambulance.
- It's just a handcuff, fella.
We'll swing by the
emergency room, Renko.
- You know what?
I don't feel sorry for you
at all 'cause you stole a car
and you don't even
know how to drive, do ya?
What the hell is
this world coming to?
- You're under arrest for
grand theft auto, buddy.
You have the right
to remain silent.
If you give up that right,
anything you say can
and will be held against you.
- Look, if I can figure the guys
a possible just hearing your
description on the radio call,
how come you didn't see it?
- Well, see you gotta
realize that we just...
We were under the impression
there was a suspect in custody.
- We got one suspect, a suspect,
that don't mean stop looking.
- Well, we heard
that Sergeant Bates
had identified him.
- You heard that?
Where'd you hear it from?
You never heard it from me.
- Well, we were right.
Well, there was talk it.
- So it was a rumor.
You don't act on rumor.
That's not how things are done.
Hey, look, so we all
make mistakes, huh?
Important thing is we
gotta another possible.
- Hey, Wactell signed a warrant.
We can swing by and pick it up.
- All right, let's go.
- I was gonna go to a hypnotist.
- So why did you come to me?
- Well, I don't know.
I, I heard going to a
hypnotist can queer
the evidence or I don't know.
I was down here and I, I
guess I just wanted somebody
to tell me that he wasn't
just dead and gone.
- If I told you something like
that would you believe me?
- I'm not sure.
- Lucy, your partner Joe enjoys
an eternal life in Christ.
- Doesn't really change
anything, does it?
- Nor does it rid us of
grief or sense of loss.
No.
- No.
Thanks, Father.
You know, we've
got this guy and,
and I really think
that he killed Joe,
but I wasn't a good cop.
I didn't see what I
should have seen
and now he's gonna get away.
- Uh, I don't know if you
were a good cop or not,
but if I were you I
wouldn't railroad anyone.
My understanding is that there
are times to trust your heart
and times to trust your eyes.
- Right.
- Hey, Sarge.
- Yeah.
- You know where
Neal or Buntz are at?
- Uh-uh. Out someplace.
- All right. Hey, Luc,
you got a second?
- What you got?
- I just came from Turner's.
Does this stuff look familiar?
- Were they together?
I mean did it look like he
could have worn yesterday?
- We found it in a
pillow case he stuffed
in the back of a closet.
- Okay, thanks.
- Captain, I'd like to
try the lineup again.
- I have to tell you, Luc,
by now its value as evidence
is minimal.
- I know, but what
else have we got?
I mean, we have no
gun, no other witness,
and now we hear we don't
even Buntz's statement.
- Have you had a
change of heart?
- I think so. Yes,
I'd like to try.
- All right, have
Stan set it up.
- Okay, I, I did
see some sneakers
from Turner's apartment.
- They mustn't influence
you in the the lineup.
- No, right, Frank.
- What's going on?
- We're putting Turner
back in the lineup for Bates.
- Uh, come on.
- We concede prior
prejudicial effect.
- Do you concede
Turner is being framed?
Show up ID followed by a failed
lineup and have a new lineup.
This is vigilante
atmosphere, Captain.
Sorry, but you're building
your little castle on sand.
Mr. Turner is going to
have a very strong defense.
- William Hasselbach,
GLA, suspicion of murder.
- All right, Sergeant, got
a new candidate for ya,
just tossed his apartment.
Found a Cannon.
That one looking more like it?
- I don't know.
Okay, I don't know.
I don't know.
- No lineup, okay. I was wrong.
I almost nailed
maybe the wrong guy,
now they got another guy.
- Whom you recognize?
Lucy, I won't allow
you in another lineup.
- It was so quick.
It was just... I'm
sorry, but it was...
- Captain, new suspect with gun.
We're sending for 18B
and rush on ballistics.
- Police Officer. You
freeze or your dog meat.
- Don't shoot, don't shoot,
please, please, please.
- Hey, whoa!
- Officer requesting assistance,
ambulance, uh, Decker and Third.
- We got him, we got him, Mick.
- Are you crazy?
- Well, I seen you chasing him.
- So you ran him
over and killed him?
- He ain't dead,
just shook up a little.
I hit him just right, you
know, not, not too hard.
- What the hell
are you doing here?
- Well, I come back to get
my check and I seen you
chasing this guy so I figured,
uh, maybe you
could use a little help.
Well, he would of gotta away.
Don't I at least get
a thank you here?
- Thank you. A thank you?
You're lucky I don't
have you arrested
for attempted manslaughter.
- Uh, no way, Mick.
It's a clear cut PL 339c,
justifiable assistance
to a peace officer.
You know, I, uh, I got
canned at the agency.
- Oh, am I sorry to hear that.
- Hey, every knocks
a boost, am I right?
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna resubmit my
application to the department.
- The Police Department?
- Yeah.
I figured maybe you could
give me a reference, you know?
- Four detox programs
for meth, seven arrests.
- How many convictions?
- Oh, we're gonna
add to that count, Billy.
- You guys.
- Hey, hey, tell me,
which one of you plays
the good guy and
who plays the bad guy?
- Ah, Billy knows how it works.
- Yeah, you know I do.
- It says here, uh...
He wet his bed.
They recommend rubber sheets.
- Oh, that's funny, man.
All right, I want a lawyer.
I want the PD.
- Oh, oh, we're
getting sensitive.
- You don't get the PD.
She's representing
the wrong suspect.
You get an 18B dude.
- What's that?
- A court appointed
shyster with nothing to gain,
representing a loser like you.
- Hey, uh, when you make
a puddle do you sleep in it?
- You shut up.
- Ah, ah.
Now if you can't
control yourself, girl,
I'm gonna have to spank you
with a rolled up newspaper.
- Where the hells Brown,
huh? You let Brown go, man.
- We had no probable
cause to hold him.
- What about him
ruining my life?
What about him lying?
At least let me wear a
wire against the man.
- Jesus, you know he
won't talk to you now.
- I know that? I know one thing.
You should be
ashamed of yourself.
Hey, you, Frankie,
shame on you pigs.
- Jesus, we're continuing
the investigation.
We're going after Judge
Hardin, as well as Brown.
If I thought you were totally
innocent I'd tell you more.
- I don't need to know
anymore, okay, Frankie?
Come right down to it,
the men is a
bunch of little girls.
Believe me, I will
deal with Brown myself.
- SID fired Hasselbach's
gun. It killed Officer Coffey.
- Tell us again what
you did last night,
went to the Mayor's
ball, met Cinderella,
and the two of you must
have gone to the ladies room.
- Enough already. You
are wrong about me.
- I'm reading your
sheet, little man.
- Your gun killed our
cop, Mr. Hasselbach.
Let's get him arraigned.
- Come on, let's go.
- There you are Ballantine.
You're looking much better.
Ballan...
Uh, Jack, no one
knows better than I
that emergency action
team duty exacts a toll
and I've decided
that disciplinary action
is not appropriate.
And, on a more personal note,
I forgive you.
- You forgive me?
You're the one who's
been driving me crazy
in the first place.
Come on, Lieutenant, come on.
Give me about three
and half hours on
the Zen stealth
of the true Ninja.
And then, then they give
warrior of the month to Buntz.
Norman Buntz, he's
not even an eater.
That was the moment of true
happiness for me, Lieutenant.
- Classic, classic projection
of your own inadequacies.
It is the ritualistic betrayal
and slaying of
the father figure.
- Father figure? You?
I don't you could sire a worm.
- Oh, Ballantine.
- It all fits.
The endless preening,
the incessant cleaning
of the weapon.
You talk tough, Lieutenant,
but you're a sick man.
- You have gone
too far, Ballantine.
You're through.
- Through? We'll
see who's through.
You don't know what it's
been like keeping it all in
while you've ignored me
and treated me like dirt.
Well now, the
real Jack Ballantine
is out of the box,
a cat, ready to pounce.
- There was arguing terrible.
A lot of screaming and yelling.
I knew something
terrible was gonna happen.
- You get a look
at the other guy?
- No, but I heard Mr. Brown.
He was screaming at him.
- Fabian, I feel
like I've brought you
into another lousy thing.
- What do you mean?
- You've had so many
hard things in your life
and now you gotta
deal with another one.
- Not this heart,
Luc. You're not alone.
- You aren't either, Fabe.
- So anyway, we've
got this jumper, right?
This old bird is
real freaked out.
The ledge is about this wide.
Old Coffey's inching
out, then the guy says,
"You grab me I'll push you."
Old Coffey looks
back at him and says,
"You grab me I'll push you!"
- He positioned the firemen.
If there's gonna be a
fall they're gonna be
under Coffey and not the guy.
- And so Coffey finally
talks him out of it.
I mean it takes
about three hours.
He says I was in Vietnam,
Da Nang, all that good stuff.
He finally gets the guy off
and they take his picture then,
take his picture for the paper.
Next day Brisko gives
him a reprimand to him
because he didn't have
on his hat when he had
the picture taken.
- Oh, hey, you remember the
time we were at that hotdog stand?
Coffey's hitting on this
absolutely gorgeous
chick in a mini skirt.
I'm talking grade
A, primo carne right?
All right, now I'm sick
'cause he's doing pretty good.
- Then a call comes in.
It's a bank job in
Coffey's sector.
Coffey, he's acting like
a big man with the girl.
We'll take care of this.
That kind of attitude, you know?
Let me just swing
into action here.
- So he's grabbing the
broad's phone number
while he's fishing around in
his pockets for his car keys.
- And then he realizes that
he left them in the ignition.
- And he's locked
out of his unit.
- I'm sorry, but, guys, I
don't mean to interrupt.
Uh, I just heard about,
uh, your buddy getting killed
and I just wanted to, uh,
express my condolences,
you know.
Can I stand you
folks to a round?
- No. Thanks.
- Yeah, I remember one
bust just as he came on the job
and Coffey comes up to me.
I don't even know
him and he's all serious
face all scrunched up, you
know, like he used to get.
He tells me that I, uh, wrote
up my arrest report wrong.
Thinking to myself,
oh, my God, is this dude
from internal affairs or what?
- As it turns out, uh, Neal
spelled his name wrong.
- He say, "It's Coffey with a
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