Hill Street Blues (1981–1987): Season 6, Episode 20 - Look Homeward, Ninja - full transcript

- Take the next alley.
I'll meet you back there.

- Hey, grab it!

- Stop! Police!

- Damn! Jackie, police.

- You all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Stay here.

- All units, Sector C.
Trick robbery in progress.

- Police! Stop right there!

I said hold it!

Hold it. Don't move.
You're under arrest.

- So did you see the victim?



- Uh-uh.
- What's the shot, man?

- Just shut up for a second.

- We gotta run
him over to Mercy.

Kate, you all right?

- Yeah. Got her.

- All right, listen, I'm taking
the pimp over to Mercy.

If you see the victim, grab him.

- Ain't no victim.
- Shut up.

- Okay, Item 5, robberies
associated with prostitution.

Now, the counter
offensive continues, people,

so I'm going to be giving

more half and quarter
shifts on night work.

Now, Sergeant Bates
and Officer McBride

drew a quarter this morning.



Now, assuming
that they continue,

there's going to be
room for two more teams.

Item 6, Heights
Detective Vince DiLiberto

was shot to death last night

in a parking lot on
Portland Avenue,

assailant or assailants unknown.

Now, if you hear of
anything at all that relates,

contact Detective
Lieutenant Louis Hamlin

over at the Heights.

Item 7, I got a call
from Joe Coffey's sister.

She wants to thank everybody

for the outpourings of
thoughts, sympathies,

plus the scholarship fund,

which they're going to
wait until fall to set up.

Item 8, everybody say
hello to Officer Ron Lipsky

from the Polk and
Officer Michael Galva.

He's from midtown.

Now, I'm gonna
pair you two together,

at least for a couple of days

till this flu situation
calms down.

Then maybe we can pair you
with more senior personnel, okay?

- All right.
- Welcome.

Item last, this is a
bulletin from Public Health.

Let's see here.

Yeah. The problem
of pediculosis pubic...

Pediculosis pubic has become
acute in several city precincts.

Individuals are indicated
to inspect themselves

and their personal areas
for signs of infection.

- Sarge, what are we
exactly talking about here?

- Let me finish. Let me finish.

Failure to control pediculosis
can result in puncta lesions,

and in severe cases...

No, extreme cases,
severe... furunculosis.

- What is pediculosis?

- What is fruncanunctalosis?

- I don't... Oh,
here it is. Here.

It's in plain English. Crabs.

- Crab lice, yeah. Crab lice.

Okay. That's it, let's go.

They're getting away out there.

- Maurice Haynes,
suspicion robbery.

- Yeah. You got a
big imagination, girl.

- Yeah, right. Check
out his parole status.

- Hey, wait a minute, now.

That's personal
possessions right there.

- Forget about it.
- Hold on.

Detective Belker, line three.

- Right. Right.
Right. Come on, walk.

All right, right here.

Sit, armpit.

Belker.

Hi, honey.

What's wrong?

I hear it in your voice.
Something's wrong.

- Captain, I need some
personal time today.

- Any problem?
- Yeah, personal.

- Hand over anything that
needs attention to Henry.

- Hey, you got her.

- Yeah. That ought
to cut a few robberies.

You loaded or something?

- Jackie Lowrie, robbery second,
and a controlled substance,

to wit, marijuana, also
a couple of credit cards.

- Oh, boy.

Yeah. Right away, honey.

Goodbye.

Oh, boy.

Ooh.

- Hey, hey, hey,
look here, look here.

- You gonna faint, man?

- Huh?

- Here, here, take
a hit of oxygen.

Here.

- Hey, Mick, you all right?

Robin just started contractions.

- Mick?

- Would you watch
my suspect, Stan?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- We have a 9-11.

Armed robbery in progress.

See Surplus Store,

corner Peebles Drive
and 124th Street.

- There was a robbery.
We got two suspects.

We're holding them both
at garden level temporarily.

- Thanks, Sergeant.

- Lieutenant, what I am
simply trying to impress on you

is that these profits
from your house sale

could be A, tax
sheltered, B, rolled over...

- Later, okay?

- Now, given that your
established pattern

is real estate,

what about seven units
in a suburb in Phoenix?

We are talking sunbelt
here, Lieutenant.

I mean, there are people out
there to fill these apartments.

- Mr. Urgis, please.

- Been a pleasure.

Mr. Styles, he says nothing
but good things about you.

We really want
to be in business.

- Or maybe I could interest you

in a prime massage
parlor on Jefferson?

- Shut up, JD.

- Hey, a man with your
Midas touch, Lieutenant?

- Good morning,
Lieutenant Goldstein.

- I can't represent both of you

because of potential conflicts
of interest between you.

- You're saying she'd
turn around on me.

- No, I wouldn't.

- Regardless, I need to be free

to represent any client
in his or her best interest.

Now which one?

- You take her, Jackie.

I don't care for
her attitude no way.

- Oh, it's not hard
to understand, Frank.

Those insurance people

are old, entrenched
conservatives.

The commission
report killed my chances

for that consultancy.

- I'm sorry, Chief.

I wrote a letter I thought
put things in perspective.

- The hell with it, Frank.
I'm not mad at you.

Those consultant positions
are a hoax anyway, aren't they?

I mean, all they want you to do

is read reports and advise them

to raise insurance
rates for blacks.

But I sure could
have used the money.

I'm going to be paying alimony.

- You and Cora...

- She's totally
rejected me, Frank.

For the last two years,

the only thing I've gotten
off Cora is freezer burn.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

- It's been very hard.

Women sense that
I'm very much a man,

but out of loyalty to
the vows of marriage,

I have not substantially strayed
from the straight and narrow.

Anyway, that's over.

It's going to cost
me, but I'll be free.

Sorry to unburden,

but I know you've
been through a divorce.

You know all the moves.

- Maybe there's some way
things can still work out?

Not the remotest chance.

Of course, it
kills me politically,

at least for the time being,
but frankly, I don't give a damn.

What about your own plans?

Still tight lipped?

- I don't have any plans.

- Come on, Frank.
I happen to know

there's a Kingmaker's
lunch at the Hastings Club

and you're the guest of honor.

- You're more up
things than I am.

I just got the call inviting
me 10 minutes ago.

- Well, you're out
here in the provinces.

The rumor's been buzzing around
City Hall for the last two days.

The only question was
what would Ozzy do?

- I don't follow.

- Well, I'm sure they'll
make it clear over lunch.

- You say a robbery
never happened at all?

- I was turning
the trick, all right?

- Maurice was there on
account of the white dude

was having some difficulties.

- You mean the John?

The John was having
sexual difficulties?

- Yeah. So it was
going on a while,

so Maurice was
afraid, that's all.

Hey, the dude split.

They don't even have
the dude, am I right?

- Yes, that's right.

To my knowledge,
the John is gone.

- So, you know, how come
they calling it a robbery

without no vic?

- I believe because
Officer McBride

claims to have seen
part of the robbery,

and she's making
herself a witness.

Admittedly that makes
for a weaker case.

Nevertheless...
- Uh-uh.

- Uh-uh what?

- Ain't why they're charging it.

- Then why?

- 'Cause that cop
McBride is mad at me.

You know why?

- Why?

- 'Cause after the incident,

she took me down by
the river and I refused her.

- You refused her?

- Yeah. She wanted
me, understand?

I said no.

11:30?

Well, barring any unforeseen
mobilizations, I'll be there.

No, no, not at all.

No. Given to Givens.

This call is a pleasure.

Right.

Stan, I'll be with McMann.

- We get claims of sexual
harassment every other week.

- And sometimes they're true.

- Sometimes.

More often they're
just lies to beat a rap.

- But there's no
rap to beat here.

No victim, just third party
observation of ambiguous events.

- The victim may still turn up.

- I want this
investigated, Furillo,

or a misconduct complaint
against the officer is next.

Uh...

It seems I'm not
going to be police chief.

- Oh?

- Not this year anyway.

Fletcher's going to stay.

His appointment with the
insurance company fell through.

- Is it treason to
say I'm relieved?

- Join the party.
Also, Graham called.

I'm meeting my
political angels at 2:00.

- Big day, Furillo.

Don't forget Jackie Lowrie.

- Stan, pull paperwork

on Officer McBride's
bust, please.

- I told my old man they
were putting me on the Hill.

He says forget the new car,
it's just gonna get broken into.

Get yourself life insurance.

- Is your dad a cop?

- Second in command
down in forensics.

Ira Lipsky. You
never heard of him?

- Uh-uh.

- Sooner or later you will.

He's the kind of guy who gets
roasted at all the PBA dinners.

He's an old bag of wind.

What are you, Irish, Mike?

- Yeah.

- Where'd you go to school?

- Aquinas.

- I used to go out
with a St. Mary's girl.

- No kidding.
- Oh, yeah.

Best girls in the
city are St. Mary's.

Did you know Marianne Fogerty?

- Uh-uh.

- Kathy Riley?
Red hair, freckles?

- Yeah, I didn't know her,
but, yeah, I remember her.

She was pretty hot looking, huh?

- Very caliente,
my friend, very.

Hey, when'd you get
out of the academy?

- April.

- December before.

- Oh, a veteran, huh?

- We got a jumper.
Location is 805 Commerce.

- That's us. 2205 handling.

- You ever had
one of these, Mike?

- Uh-uh.

- Gotta use psychology.

- It's your lucky
day, huh, Tommy?

- Hey, Guid, you give me a jump.

- What do you mean?

You got nothing to
be nervous about.

You ought to be buying
drinks for everybody.

Your troubles are
over, aren't they?

- How you think that?

- The man's dead.

- Oh, come on. Let's
not get morbid here.

- You know, it wasn't easy,
but I tried hard to believe you.

- What are you talking about?

- I tried, and I figure my
efforts are worth something.

- Don't cat and mouse
me, Guid. I don't go for that.

- You just couldn't tough it
out, could you, Tommy, huh?

You just got restless
and you went for it.

- Wait a minute.

DiLiberto. You
think that was me.

- I know it was you.

You're finished, Tommy.
You're a busted valise.

- Come on. I'm
hearing you say this,

and I'm thinking, are you okay,

or have you started
barking at the moon?

- You're gone, Tommy.
You're on memory lane.

- Hey, you and I talked.

You said DiLiberto was
gonna let this turn to steam.

You think after that
that I'd whack the guy?

- No, I didn't think
so, but you did it.

Now, I feel kind of responsible.

- Oh, what, all of a
sudden you're IAD?

- Uh-uh. I'm worse.

I was your friend,
I tried to help you,

and you dumped all over me.

- You're crazy.
- I gotta get involved in this.

- Involved how?

- I honestly don't know
what I'm going to do, Tommy.

- Hey, wait! Guido!

- Hey. She wants
to talk to you, man.

- Liar. She doesn't.

- I'm not a liar.

She's on the phone.

I can't get the phone
on the ledge, man.

Come on, want a cig?

- I'm gonna jump,
man. Stand back.

- Cut it out. Come on,
she's on the way over here.

Want to talk to her inside?

- I said I'm gonna jump.

I don't need her.
Now, you tell her that.

- No, you tell her
that. Tell her that.

Wait till she gets here
and you tell her that.

- I'm gonna jump.

- Calm down. Cake it easy.

- Calm down? You calm down.

Come on inside. She'll
be there, I guarantee it.

- No. No way. Uh-uh.

I'm gonna jump.

- You don't want to see her?

- No.

Now I'm gonna do it.

- Hey, don't yank my chain.

Look, if you really
want do it, do it.

But I don't think you do.

Hey!

- All right, stop
looking. Get back.

Let the officer through.

Come on. Make some room here.

- Could I ask you

what the damn hell
you were doing, officer?

What were you doing?

- I was trying to keep
the guy from jumping.

- What I'm hearing is you
told him go ahead and jump.

- That's out of context, sir.

I tried everything else.

- What about trying to wait

until the negotiating
officer arrives

who brings some
expertise to bear?

- I was waiting.

I was trying to
stabilize the situation.

- Oh, so you thought maybe
a little reverse psychology

might do the trick.

You reversed the guy
pretty good, officer.

I want full witness statements.

- I've recently come to
realize who I am, Lieutenant.

- You may find this
odd, but so have I.

- Only I've been
under treatment.

- My friend, I've
had the purgative

of profound emotional pain,

a relentless series
of disenchantments

that have swept through
my life like a flight of harpies.

- The English woman?

- Yes. She left me in the
most bizarre of circumstances.

- She seemed very smart.

- It's been hard
going, my friend,

but I think... I think
I'm better for it.

- I think you deserved
it, Lieutenant.

- Yes, we're not suited
as acolytes of Venus

kneeling before the fleshy
shrines of carnal pleasure.

Do you know what kind
of men we are, Ballantine?

- Samurai.

- Yes.

I was going to say Spartans,
but samurai is just as correct.

- I know.

- I'm sure that I could
easily be to blame

for your earlier confusion.

- Yes, you are to blame,

but things are different now.

- Jack, we have
both come through

cleansing rites of passage,

and now it's time to
restore the previous order.

Judas, don't you long for
the old leader camaraderie,

the stuff of barracks balance?

- I'm really ready for a
good fight, Lieutenant.

I know that combat
can restore honor.

- No question.

- Rather than fail,

the ninja warrior cuts
off his own fingers.

- Come back on
board, Ballantine,

and we'll put your new knowledge
of martial science to good use.

- Hey, Mary.

- Guido, I'm
surprised to see you.

Tommy's not here?
- No.

No, I just came by to see
how he's keeping the coop up.

My name's still on
the lease, you know.

- Remember the old days?

You, Tommy, Pete
Finucci playing cards,

bringing girls up here.

- No, we never did that.

- Oh, yes, you did.

That's why you
guys all rented it.

Anyway, now it's a mess.

Tommy lets it go,
so I'm here to clean it.

- Uh-huh.

So how are things
between the two of you?

- Okay, I guess.

No.

Not so good lately.

What's happened?

He doesn't tell
me anything ever.

- It's probably nothing
you need to know.

- But it's something.

I love him. You
think I'm stupid?

- You love the guy.

What's stupid got to do with it?

- 'Cause I'm worried.
What's happening to him?

- Listen, I just
stopped by. I gotta go.

- Why are you here?
What's he done?

- I don't want to get
you into this, Mary.

- Are you still his friend?

Just tell me you're
still his friend,

then I'll know things are okay.

You can't say it.

- There's nothing I
can do for him, Mare.

It's too late.

- The prostitute you
arrested this morning

has made an accusation.

It's of a sexual nature.

- Of a sexual nature?

- She says you drove
her to the dock area

and then promised to
drop the charges against her

in return for a
sexual encounter.

- With due respect, sir,

I think that's laughable
and contemptible.

She's got to be saying
it to get out of the bust.

- Probably she is,

but you could clear up one
question for me, Katherine.

- What? What's that?

- I've compared your log
entries to Sergeant Bates'.

- How is it that she got back
to the station before you did,

even though she had to take
her suspect to Mercy first?

- I interrogated my
suspect, Ms. Lowrie,

in the squad car
before bringing her in.

I took about 20 minutes.

- You interrogated her?

- Because of all
the John robberies.

I figured her and her
pimp had to be part of it.

- Where did this
interrogation take place?

- Parked.
- Where?

- On 132nd, I believe, sir.

- Why isn't that entered
in your log book?

- Captain, it didn't
lead anywhere.

She didn't say anything.
Why would I record it?

- Only because accusations
like these crop up.

- Well, I'm sorry, but
what she says isn't true,

and I think my
recording procedures

were within guidelines.

Sir, may I be excused?

- You'll be notified if
this goes any further.

- Sir, I realize it's only
my second day here.

I don't know what
you're thinking,

but this is a lousy
start and I hate it.

- Hey, Kate, what's wrong?

- Lucy, a couple of seconds?

- Oh, there's
gotta be 20 officers

that said to a guy jump
and then he just jumps.

They just do it out of
mean spite, you know?

- Hey, Renko, a man
doesn't jump and kill himself

just to spite some cop
he's never seen before.

- No, I disagree with that.

I think they don't like us and
they just jump on purpose.

- Coffey had one once.

Jumper said, one step
closer and I'll push you off.

He said, no buddy, one step
closer and I'll push you off.

- Are we talking
leaping Larrys here?

You know, I just heard about
one in the Heights this morning.

This foolish first year man,

he tries out his penny
ante sophomore psychology

and tells this poor soul
to go ahead and jump,

and he did.

- Lieutenant, that
wasn't in the Heights.

That was over here.
- Ah, whatever.

- Where the hell do
you get off with this crap?

What the hell do you
think you're pulling?

Answer me.

- Ain't nothing to answer about.

- You think this means
we drop the case?

You think you get out
to do more robbing?

- Hey.

- You answer me, you
lying piece of garbage!

- This woman's
going for me again.

- Shut up, you.

- You denying you
took me down there?

- Shut up, scum.

- Everybody knows you want me.

- The report from his doctor

recommends three more
weeks of complete rest.

- Frank, I know this man.

He is 100%.

Listen, Frank, there's
another imperative in this,

and it has to do with me.

The last year or so, I have...

I feel that I've sort
of let things slip.

- I always find your work to
be very satisfactory, Howard.

- Satisfactory,
but not exemplary.

No, it's time for a
renaissance, Frank.

A rededication
to the only values

that have ever had
any meaning to me.

Molding the leaders
of this precinct

into the finest assault
force in the city.

And with Ballantine
back on the team,

I am confident I can do that.

Frank, it would mean
a lot to me right now.

- Okay.

I'll call personnel.

- Thanks.

- Furillo doesn't
believe that whore.

- I think he does. I really do.

You know what he thinks?

He thinks, why is a lazy slut
bothering to make an accusation

if it's such a lousy case,

if it gets kicked without
a victim anyway?

- 'Cause she's stupid.

She doesn't know
it's gonna get kicked.

Could we just sit
down for a second

and calm down
and talk about this?

- You know how
long this case lasts?

Just long enough to
get me suspended.

- Then let's just drop the case.

- Drop the robbery?

- Yeah. You just said it's
not got a lot going for it.

It's a thought.

You know, I would rather
lose a perp this month

than another partner.

- If we drop, then I feel
I'm admitting something,

and that's nuts and I won't.

- You're not admitting anything.

It's just a lousy case.

- A robbing street whore is
not gonna beat me on this.

- Sergeant, I got your parole
status on Maurice Haynes.

He owes six years
on a manslaughter.

- Thanks.

Okay, bingo.

- Bingo what?

- This is why she accused
you, to protect him.

What you saw wasn't good
enough for a robbery case,

but it's enough to
get him violated.

Consorting with a
prostitute, threatening a guy?

- A knife.

Maybe I saw a knife.

- Okay. We gotta
call his parole officer.

If he agrees with me...

- I thought to check
the holding cells

to see what your officers,

in their diligent suppression
of the gay population,

picked up by the
river this morning.

- And?

- Reynaldo, tell the Captain
what you just told me.

- Delighted. You'll get
me out of here, honey?

- I'll make sure
you're on the next bus.

Mr. Soams was picked up in
the A.M. sweep of the docks.

- Right by where Pier 47's at.

A white woman in the front, cop.

Black fox in the back.

They're parked
there a long time.

- Mick, what happened?

- I don't know.

I mean, it seemed like it was
going to happen, you know.

She had the pains, we
rushed to the hospital.

As soon as we get to the
hospital, the pains disappeared.

I don't know.

The doctor said it
was a false alarm.

- Yeah, but everything's okay?

- Oh, yeah. She's fine.

Thanks for asking, Stan.

- Captain?

Are your pursing the
accusation against my partner?

- Yes, I am.

- Can I talk to you?

- Yes, you may.

- I know you have to
check things like this out.

It just... well, what sickens me

is the implication that
just because a woman

is doing what's
traditionally a man's job

that she's open
to be called a dyke

by any dingbat out
there on the street.

I mean, it's stupid.
It's just a crock.

You know that.

The percentage of lesbian
cops is damn low, in case...

- Lucy, may I interrupt you?

I just spoke to somebody

who can place Officer
McBride and Jackie Lowrie

in an extended conversation

under the highway
directly adjoining Pier 47.

- I don't believe that.

There's... I mean, at that hour,

there's a lot of
units down there,

they coop down there.

That's what the guys do.

- No, that's correct.

I was on 132nd like
I told you, Captain,

but where it ends at the piers.

- Under the elevated.

- I was doing my job, Captain,

trying to close a
string of robberies.

I felt in a quiet place I
could talk to the suspect,

make her feel
comfortable maybe to talk.

- Why did you mislead me
about where the talk took place?

- I didn't mean to, sir.

I mean, I know the
piers are used for sex.

I guess I was afraid
you might misconstrue.

Captain, it was on her turf.

It was the best place to talk,

and I wish you'd believe me.

- I do, Captain. I believe her.

- Frank.
- Graham.

- Well, you've sure
got your grin back.

How do you feel?
- Well, fine.

- Good. That's great.

Frank Furillo, this
is Irving Hoffler.

Tom Thompson
of the Viking Trust.

- How are you?

- We were pretty worried
about you, but everything's fine?

- Oh, well, thank you.

I still get more tired
than usual, but...

- Well, you just got up,
what, two weeks now?

- It's a month.
- Hi, Frank.

- Jack Helsinger.
- Hi, Jack.

- I saw that thing on TV
and I thought, oh, my God,

there goes our candidate.

- Mr. Wells, the mayor called.

He won't be coming
over. He's sending an aide.

- Ozzy was coming here?

- Well, he should be involved.

There are no hard feelings.

- Not at all. He's a
damn nice fellow.

- Actually, he seems
in a bit of a snit.

Frank, Ozzy will be
announcing sometime next week

that he won't be
running for reelection.

- After that tragic
thing with his boy,

who can blame him for
wanting to step down?

- I wasn't aware that he...

- I'm sure that it took a
great deal of soul searching.

- Anyway, let's talk
about the future.

- Hear, hear.

- To you, Frank.
- Congratulations.

- That's you, Frank.

- Oh, Ozzy asked me to convey

that he's very
glad that it's you.

He's glad he won't have
to support a candidate

not of his own choice.

- I haven't accepted
anything yet, Stan.

- Listen, I've been
Ozzy's chief of staff a year,

and in my experienced
opinion, and Ozzy's, you will.

- There's also a little
matter of getting elected.

- Um...

Ozzy was embarrassed to
come and talk to you himself.

- Embarrassed? Why?

- Because he was summoned
here by the suits outside

who treat him like a dog.

Because he's being ousted.

- Ousted? I thought
he decided himself

he didn't want to run.

- People decided for
him, Frank, not by him.

- How much power do
those guys really have?

You mean you're worried

they might start
telling you what to do?

- If they do, I wouldn't
be able to accept it.

- Frank, look,

Ozzy's got some
exposure, all right?

Some things he
wouldn't want found out.

But he has been an effective
mayor, and you could be.

But don't you ever expect
the people who put you there

to ever let you
forget they did it.

They're men who remember.

Does that answer your question?

- In a way.

- Don't let it worry you, Frank.

It's something you
just learn to live with.

- Anyway, hey, Ozzy
sends his best, huh?

- Hey, Lieutenant.
- Captain.

- Social call?
- Uh-uh.

- I didn't think so.

- Can I close this?
- Sure.

- So what do you
got on DiLiberto?

- Very slick,
probably professional.

- Who's on it?

- You know, Hamlin
and Stein, the best I got.

- Yeah, and you know me, Bob.

I'm not a guy that ever
runs to the principal,

but I gotta tell you
what I know about, uh...

about Donohue re DiLiberto.

- Meaning what?

- Donohue whacked him.

- You know that?

- It's been coming on.

Tommy came running
to me about a week ago,

says DiLiberto's been
creeping up on him.

- Creeping up on him? Why?

- Tommy put his arm
around some evidence

and DiLiberto was
building a case.

- DiLiberto never talked to
me about any in-house charges.

- It was real. I talked to him,

and you know how Vince was.

He never said nothing
till he was ready.

- Well, let me get
Hamlin and Stein in here.

- No. This is for
your ears only.

- You mean, we're talking
one of your hunches here?

- No, I know he did it, Bob.

I don't have the evidence,
but I know he did it.

Now, I figure somebody
better get him off the street.

- Where'd you go?
- I took a walk.

Getting a little claustrophobic.

Can I talk to you for a second?

- Okay.
- Some place.

- Come on.

- Ron, I've reviewed
the material

on the jumping incident,

and I'm sorry, but
it warrants notation.

- You're sure, sir?

- You'll get PB notice
of your appeal rights.

- Lieutenant, no
disrespect intended,

but we were waiting
for you 15 minutes.

Where were you, sir?

- Where was I?
- Yes, sir.

- I was downstairs on my way up

when the guy
landed in front of me.

- While you were out,
Lowrie filed for review board.

But really that's kind
of standard procedure

for the PD's office.

They just want to
protect their clients.

- Lucy, I didn't do it.

I didn't offer anything.

- I told you I
believed you. I still do.

I was just surprised.

- I'm saying this
for your own sake.

I don't think you should
go on defending me

on the ground I'm not a lesbian.

- Oh?

- Yeah, that's what I think.

- Well, I don't
want to pry, Kate,

but are you saying you are?

- I don't think it has
anything to do with anything

except what it is.

- Well, I feel a
little bit the fool.

I mean, I went in to
Furillo to talk to him,

and some of the things I said,

and then it turns out
that you did go to the pier,

and then it turns out...

- Don't say that, would you?

- That was a lucky guess
on Lowrie's part, huh?

- Lucy, you don't know
what you're saying.

This is my job.

Think.

Would I jeopardize my job?

I guess I already have.

I guess I've done
that pretty good.

- Okay.

Like we were saying,

the pimp's the one
we gotta lean on, huh?

We lean on him,
then he leans on her.

You want to try it?

- Uh-huh.

Okay.

- Okay.

- Sergeant?

- Yeah.

- Who's the guy if the
call came in on the jumper

is supposed to give
it to the Lieutenant?

- Check with Melvin.
Something wrong?

- This is going in Ron's jacket.

- On that set of facts?

- Look, I know it was bonehead.

- It wasn't bonehead.
You were out on the ledge.

- Well, I'm just
gonna check to see

if somebody flubbed
giving Lieutenant the call,

because if you ask me,
that's where there's fault.

- Yeah, check with Melvin.

- Thank you.

- Listen close now, Maurice.

Even if you could
shut my partner up

with your runningmate's story,

we still found the
credit cards on Jackie.

- What about that?

- What about that is that
one of those credit cards

probably belonged to
the guy you were robbing,

and that's the guy that's
gonna put you away

regardless of my partner.

- Hey, I wasn't
robbing nobody, okay?

- Tell your girlfriend Jackie

to stop lying about
the molestations

and the propositions.

- Hey, I wasn't there. Was you?

- Last call, Mo.

Otherwise we're out
there digging up the John.

- What John? Ain't no John.

- Boy, are you stupid.

- Hey, punk.

- Hey, that's somebody's chair.

- My partner.

- Now, you watch your language.

- I'm on suspension.

The Khaki told me how
you snuck in to see Ajanian

and now I'm on suspension.

- Get out of here, Donohue.

- You're going out of your way
to make trouble for me, Guid.

I can't let this go.

- What, are you threatening me?

You think this is an
Irish wedding? Beat it.

- How could you, Guid?

I was your friend.

- That's good, Tommy.

Any time you use that
word, keep it in the past tense

because I don't
want no confusion.

Now get out.

- So in two weeks...

- It's a gas card.

You don't run gas cards?

- One of you, line three.

- Got it.

Sergeant Bates.

Reported stolen this morning?

Uh-huh. Staying at the Marquis.

Great. Malcolm, thanks.

The Marquis. Okay.

George J. Mallory, huh?

It was the Visa card. I knew it.

He's from St. Louis.

Stan, hold onto our
prisoners, will you?

- Yeah. Right.

- Norm?
- Yeah.

- A minute?

A few moments ago, a
Heights detective was here.

- Yeah, Donohue.

- What'd he want?

- A personal thing.

- Does it have anything to do

with the DiLiberto homicide

and the Heights
asking for information?

- No, nothing like that.

- I don't like
surprises, Norman.

- Well, you won't get any.

I got some paperwork.
Can I get caught up?

- Excuse me.

Did you handle
a call this morning

about a jumper on Culver?

- Yes, sir.

- Who did you give it to?

- Lieutenant Goldblume.
He takes them.

- And did you give
it to him right away?

- As soon as he
was off the phone.

He was on the phone for a while.

- Thank you.

- I'm ready for
duty, Lieutenant.

- Oh, my God.

- What?

- Ballantine.
- Do I shame you?

- No, no. Just stay calm.

- Pick the one that offends you.

Any, except the thumb.

- Remember us, Mr. Mallory?

- Uh, not exactly.

- Maybe you were too
busy pulling up your pants.

- Sir, we risked our
lives this morning

getting the people
who were robbing you.

Then you split on us.

- I'm sorry. I am
sorry about that,

but I had conferences
scheduled all day long

and I knew I couldn't afford
the court appearances.

- Well, now that your busy
day is over, Mr. Mallory,

maybe you could just come
down and sign a complaint.

- No.
- You'd really help us out.

- No. I'm sorry.

I'm going back to St. Louis
tomorrow night anyway.

- Okay, then just
give us an hour.

- We just need the threat of you

to get one of those people
to confess to something.

- Look, I'm due at a
reception in an hour.

Really, I'm from out of town.

It is my choice, last I heard.

- Yeah. See, the only
thing about that, Mr. Mallory,

is you go back to St.
Louis and we still got a case

and we still have your address,

and we're going to send
a subpoena to your home.

- No, no, no.

- Or call you up.

If you're not at work,
ring you at your house.

Could you leave a message
for a Mr. George Mallory?

We're trying to reach
him as a witness

in People vs. Jacqueline Lowry,

charged with
prostitution and robbery.

- You wouldn't.

- Mr. Mallory, that
would be our job.

- One hour?

- Well, now, it could
end up being two,

but that only would be
because of rush hour traffic.

- You should've kept
your pants on, George.

- Captain, those amended
reports are on your desk.

- Who's this?

- The John from this morning.

We're gonna try to shed
some light on events.

- Mine, this one?

- Do it.

- Would you stay here with
the Sergeant, Mr. Mallory?

We're doing a kind of
reverse line up here, Maurice.

See that guy over there?

- What guy?

- That guy by the desk starting
to fill out complaint forms.

- I never seen the man before.

- Hey, white Johns
all look alike, I know.

But, see, that's the guy
you hit on this morning,

and you've got between
five and two minutes

to come up with an alternative,

or he's gonna put you
back in Harrisonville.

- Say what?

- Oh, you don't understand me.

We checked with your
parole guy, and with a victim,

your chance of a violation
goes up from 60% to a 100.

- Go away.

- Your choice, fella.

- No, I will not pay
the closing costs.

They wanted the damn
place, they can pay them,

and my moving costs.

- Sir, could I ask
you about something?

- Sure. What's that?

- The Khaki officer told me

it took him five
minutes this morning

before he could alert you
to the situation on Culver.

- Because you were
on the phone, sir,

about your real
estate or something.

- You mean, so it's my
fault the guy jumped?

- No, sir, but without
those five minutes,

you would have been there.

- I gotta tell you guys,

I think that's one
of the lamest,

dumbest excuses I've ever heard.

- Oh, I don't think it's
that lame, Lieutenant.

Could we talk
privately for a minute?

- Sure thing.

- I'd like to see
Lieutenant Buntz.

- Can we put away
ranks here, Lieutenant?

'Cause I gotta know
what's going on.

- What do you mean?

- I've known
Officer Lipsky a day,

but he seems to me

to be a hardworking,
pretty courageous guy.

So why are you sandbagging him?

- In fact, Stan, it was your
Khaki who failed to inform me

that we had an
emergency situation.

- Oh, now you're
getting me real mad,

blaming everybody
except yourself.

What's the matter with
you the last couple of days?

You feeling guilty

about making a profit
on that slum of yours

and now you can't stand it?
- That's out of line.

- Don't you out of line me.

I hear you yelling on
the phone about money

like you're embarrassed
that you got a break.

I've known you two years,

and I've never seen
you put a mark on a guy.

So you talk to me
about being out of line

when you stop taking out
private crap on my men.

Your dough got you
in a funk, Lieutenant?

Why don't you give it away?

Give it to some black people.

Well, I bet Bobby
Hill would take it.

Neal Washington.

- So he wants you to say
that you were with him, huh?

- I'd do anything for
him, but I can't lie.

I'm not good at it.

- Listen, you got anybody,
a relative, a friend,

anybody that lives out of town?

- My mom lives in St. Paul.

- Good. Here.

You get on a bus and
you go see her, okay?

- Just leave him?

- He asked you to commit
a crime, Mary, perjury.

It's a felony.

- You won't tell him
I told you about it.

- Just get on the bus and
visit your mom, all right?

There's nothing you or me or
anybody can do for Tommy now.

- Tick tock, officers.

- Sergeant Bates, Officer
McBride, a guy wants you.

- The pimp?
- Yeah.

- Okay, hold on. Just...

So what's up?

- If things lighten up
for this woman here,

what happens then?

- What do you mean what happens?

- The case go away?

- We already told you, no.

- Well, I mean, at least
the dude disappears, right?

- There's a good chance.

- Hey, I don't need
good chances.

- Okay, he's a goner.

- You gonna talk to your lady
when we bring her up here?

- No need.
- How's that?

- Look, I told her what to say.

I mean, I told her
what to lie, okay?

- Get his statement.

- Ron, Mike.

- Lieutenant.

- I'm pulling that
jacket entry, Ron.

- Lieutenant.

- Short answer is, I should
have got there in time.

- I appreciate the rhythm, sir.

- You had guts going out there.

I've lost a couple guys myself.

- Hey, Lieutenant.

Heard about your score.

Next time, let me buy
in with you, all right?

- All right.

Good night.
- Good night, Henry.

Oh, Henry, what
happened with your house?

- Sold it. Cleaned up.

Donald Trump of the Hill.

- Henry.

- Small bout of self pity,

small bout of
missing some jokes,

and I've been thinking
a lot about Gina.

It's a year today.

But Stan straightened me out
about a couple things anyway.

- Lucy?

- What?

- What do you think?

- About what?

- About what you
learned about me today?

- Well, I don't know.

I guess, different
strokes, you know.

- You think we should
still be partnered?

I know this is just
temporary, but...

- Why not?

- I don't want any implications
coming up for your sake.

- There's not gonna
be any implications.

I mean, I'm not
gonna tell anybody.

There's no reason anybody
should know about it.

- You stood up for
me today. Thank you.

- You know, there is one
thing I'd like to say to you,

just as a Sergeant.

You are what you
are, and you're a cop.

Don't be taking
suspects down to the pier.

- Other cops...

No, that's dumb.

You're right. Forget it.

I'm not other cops.

- Good night, Katie.

- See ya, Sarge.

- I have seen so much weakness,

such levels of
betrayal and deceit

as would break the
spirit of a lesser man,

but fortunately I recognize
adversity for what it is.

And you see, my little puppy
dog, I'm only being tested.

I am certain that all
that has happened

is but the overture to
enormous sweeping changes

that will soon engulf my life.

If only I knew what they were.

Perhaps you know.

My one and only friend, tell me.

I love you.

Yes. Yes, I love you.

- It ain't gonna work, Donohue.

It won't go down.

If it's a matter of you or me,

it's gonna be you,
don't you know that?

- Guido, the things I
gotta do just to talk to you.

Come on, let me buy you a drink.

- Yeah, sure.

- I'm hiding in the dark,
you're hiding in the dark,

just like when we
were kids, remember?

- Yeah, I remember.

- I'll come out if
you'll come out.

- All right, you first.

Hands up, under the lights.

- You got it.

Here he comes, big as life.

And here I am, ready or not.

No!

You're really dumb,
you know that, Tommy?

Just a dumb mick.

- Yeah, I know.

What am I gonna do about that?

Am I gonna die?

- It don't look good, Tommy.

- You think you
can get me a priest?

You know how my mother is.

- I don't know.

I'll try.

I'm a police officer.

Somebody call 9-1-1.