Hill Street Blues (1981–1987): Season 6, Episode 6 - Oh, You Kid - full transcript

- Another omelet, Officer?

- Mmm, no thanks, baby.

Got more than I
can handle already.

I'm running late.

- Kenny, eat your breakfast.

- I want what Neal has.

- I already asked you what
you wanted and you said

cereal, now eat it.

- Mm, take it easy, honey.

- Well, I'm sorry, Neal, I'm
just worried about dinner.

You can make it tonight?



- Mm, how many times
do I have to say it?

I'm 80% sure I'll be here, baby.

- You were 90% sure
the last time Mother

took two buses to get here
and you didn't even show.

You didn't even call.

- Hey, look, baby,
I'll do everything

I can to make it by 8:00, okay?

But it's a busy time
down at the precinct now.

A lot of stuff going down.

- There's always stuff.
- Hey. Hey. Hey.

No, don't. I got it. I got it.

No sweat, baby, no sweat.

- It's just that I can
never plan anything.

I never know anything.



- Hey, hey. You know
one thing, Lynnetta.

- It's okay, Mom, he'll be here.

Won't you, Neal?

- Yeah. Sure. I'll
make it somehow.

7:00 sharp. Don't you
worry. Hey, I gotta go.

And you, pay attention
in school, okay?

- Okay.

- All right. See you all later.

- Officer?

- Yeah, can I do
something for you, Miss?

- Maybe.
- Oh.

- Item seven, it's a
memo from our friends

at the Suicide
Prevention Center.

Statistics are showing nearly
a 500% increase in what

looks like self-induced
fatalities among vagrants.

Now, to put this
straightforward, people.

Six men have been
found looking like

all-beef patties after having
fallen from high places.

Mick Belker's going to
do an undercover to see

if there's any
evidence of foul play.

Item eight, ongoing.
Halleron and Dickerson.

Newman rides with O'Malley.

Item nine, the Arts Council
is unveiling a piece of artwork

over at the Anderson
Savings Plaza.

Now, there's going
to be speeches

and the Arts Council
has requested

minimal police presence.

Coffey, Sergeant
Bates, you're art lovers.

You draw the plum.

Okay. Item 10. Item 10.

People, FYI,

I just got word from
Convoy over at midtown.

IAD went after one of
their uniforms for accepting

a 25-cent newspaper
from the blind guy

out in front of the courthouse.

- I don't care if
it's a Green Stamp

worth a 10th of a mil, don't.

These 10 days since
the Furillo Commission

has wound up have created a
whole new atmosphere downtown.

Mean.

Word to the wise. Okay.

Um, Item 10, uh, it's,
uh, no, 11, last item.

Lieutenant Buntz is
going to be late today.

He's have emergency
oral surgery.

- Hell, his breath
smells worse than

two razorback hogs
come mating season.

- Smells like a big old pig.

- Is, uh, there something
you want to say, Andy?

- What? No. Nah. Nothing.

- Okay. Let's go.

They're getting away out there.

- Come on, move it, pal.

Hey!

- I don't have any money!

- Hey, come out. Come out.

- Hey! Police!

- I told you I don't
have any money!

- Hey. Hey.

You okay?

Move.

All right. Hide and
seek's over, creep.

Come on out.

- I give, I give.

- Come on sucker, you
want some more, huh?

'Cause I'm just getting started.

I don't believe this.

- Now, ain't that too
bad. Breaks my heart.

Hey, hey, you're under arrest.

You got the right
to remain silent

and unless you want the
rest of your face kicked in,

I'd strongly advise you
to exercise that right.

- Hey, you listen to me, jack.

All you got is a roust, 'cause
I don't see no crime, dig?

No. No. I do see one.

I see false arrest real clear.

Yeah.

- Shut up and eat your
breakfast, buttface, huh?

- Go ahead, man.

Don't bother me none,
'cause that's police brutality.

You see this face?
That's a brutalized face.

- You could go bald
real fast, you know that?

You got the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that
right anything you say

can and will be...
hey, my upholstery.

You slime bucket.

- Ow!

- Now here's how it goes, pal.

This is class here
and you don't ever

wanna spit on class.

- I just went up there
with an open mind.

- What happens at them
psychic fairs anyhow?

- Oh, it's great.

They got all these
hippy mystical chicks.

Man, you're practically
swimming in them.

- And that's where
you met this Tara?

- Yeah. Who happened to
be the one that wasn't like that.

She's one heavy broad.

She had me sweating,
hearing voices.

- Mm, sounds pretty wild.

- Hey, you guys got
to try past life therapy.

I'm not kidding you.
- Uh-uh.

I got my hands
full with this life.

- All right. See how
easy it is to be cynical.

What do you got to lose?

- No, J.D., the question is
what's your stake in this?

- Well, it's nothing.

The first session
it's on the house.

Well, if you go for
the whole treatment,

I make a couple of bucks.
- I'll pass.

- Give me one of
these things here, J.D.

- Sure.

- You know, it's funny, I
once had some laughing gas

one time and I thought
I was like Polish soldier

out west somewhere.

- That is your past life trying
to break into the present.

That's the whole
thing right there.

- You're sure it's free?

- Hey, one full introductory
hour of the therapist's time.

- It was real weird.

There was like this,
uh, this mountains

and then there's
this old pink sign

and then like an
eyeball looking at me.

It was real weird.

- Hey, there's her number.

It's only going to
change your entire life.

What's that they say about
one being reborn every minute?

- I'm bursting with pride
today. I'm proud of all of us.

The Arts Counsel
for their devoted work.

- Uh, Mr. Ekle of the
Anderson Savings Bank

for their interest
and commitment.

But most of all I'm
proud of Bobby Castro.

- A local artist who's labored
long and hard, but whose vision

will finally be available
for all to see and savor...

- Cut the bebop, man.

- Well, Bobby, would you,
uh, would you like to, uh,

say a few words before
the actual unveiling?

- Uh, well, uh, a
lot of people ask me

why I, uh, called this
piece, Number 39.

Now, uh, you know, I
could tell you some, uh,

jazz philosophy about the
meaning of this sculpture,

but like, hey, I did not make
the thing to be explained.

All right. So, uh,
let's see the sucker.

- Well, let's crank her up, huh.

- That's a spaceship.

- Looks more like
a giant cigar to me.

- That's a man's private
part. That... that's a man's...

- Mr. Wendell Morrison,
I'm Joyce Davenport.

I'll be representing you.

- This is your lucky
day, Counselor.

'Cause ratface
comes out of nowhere,

starts whacking me in the alley.

We're talking police
brutality. Brutalizing my eyes.

Brutalizing my nose.
Brutalizing my back.

- Let me guess, you're
claiming resisting arrest?

- You got it.

You think I tattooed
these bruises on?

- You look a lot healthier
than my client, Lieutenant.

- Well, maybe I
got a harder head.

- Or maybe you
got an uglier face.

Maybe you got a civil suit
coming your way, Jackson.

The man offered me a concussion.

- That was contusion,
Ms. Davenport.

Here's his medical report.

You know, Wendell, even for a
moron you don't talk too good.

- Excuse me, um, have you
seen Detective Washington?

- Right over there.
- Oh, thank you.

- Hi, Neal.
- Hey.

Hey, baby, what's happening?

- Oh, I'm sorry to
disturb you at work,

but I need to talk
to you for a minute.

- Uh, yeah, yeah. Right here.

- Yes, ma'am.

On my lunch hour,
say about 12:00?

Well, I did have
this experience once,

but I can't talk about it

right now 'cause, uh,
some of my fellow officers

happen to have what
you call closed minds.

Yeah, see you then.

I'm looking forward
to it, Miss Tara.

You would think a man
had a better thing to do

then to spy upon his partner.

Let us go.

- I've been thinking about
what happened at breakfast

this morning and
I'm really upset.

And I didn't want
to go into dinner

without making things right.

- Hey, it's okay,
baby. Forget about it.

- Neal, I hate it when we
fight and then afterwards,

Kenny got all upset.

- Kenny? What
happened with Kenny?

- He started crying
and he wouldn't finish

his breakfast and then he
didn't want to go to school.

- Ahh.

- Neal, he's crazy about
you but he's so sensitive,

and when his father
would drink he's was...

He was awful to him.

- Hey, tell you what,
what if I go into his school

at lunchtime and
check him out, huh?

- Oh, Neal, I really
appreciate this.

And I do know how
hard they're working you.

- Norm, my office.

- Uh, what's the good word?
- Close the door.

Has the complainant come
forward on the Morrison case?

- Uh, guy's a little
hinky. It's no big deal.

- Do we have his sheet?
- Yeah, he's from Oklahoma.

His, uh, out-of-state's
didn't print.

- According to
Morrison's attorney,

your altercation
this morning left him

with a hairline
fracture of the jaw.

- Hey, he smacked
me in the mouth.

And, I mean, I just
had some dental work.

And on top of that, he
spat on my upholstery.

- I don't care if he
puked on your upholstery.

- Hey, look, we're
not talking about

your ordinary
purse snatcher here.

I mean, this guy's a
regular Cro-Magnon.

This was a good bust.

I mean, it's not like I, uh, I
put a bag on him or anything.

- You expect points for that?

- Due respect, this don't
have to do with Mrs. Furillo

representing that tube steak?

- It has to do with ADA
Bernstein's having fits

that Morrison is gonna
hit us with a civil suit

and best guess is
right now he could win.

- Uh-uh, not if we pull
down that bakery-truck driver.

I know where he works.

I'm on my way
over there right now.

Look, believe me, I know
what I'm doing here, all right.

You gotta let me handle it.

- You keep me apprised,
you understand?

- No problem.

- On the other subject,
what you're inferring

about Ms. Davenport,
that's wrong and it's insulting.

There are no special
favors granted up here.

- Okay. Yeah.

- You got that now?
- Yeah, I got it.

- There ain't no
use talking about it.

I knows what happened to Larry.

- Larry was a jumper.
- Larry was no jumper.

Larry knew stuff.

Could have been a...

- Larry was a jumper, Earl.

- You think maybe Larry
jumped off the Penrose Theatre?

- Did I say that? He was
a jumper in high school.

Held the City long jump record.

Yeah, he was down,
but he wasn't out.

Larry was a fighter.
Except when he was drunk.

I saw some brother try to
take his money one night

and Larry downstroked
the guy good.

- You know who got him?

- The goat man got him.

- Right, the goat man.

- They got other names for
him, but I don't call him that.

The man is 12-feet tall,
got horns on his head,

got a voice like
chalk on a blackboard.

- It wasn't no goat man.

If you ask me, it
was the little dudes.

- You mean the pixies?
- Mm-hmm.

- 'Cause pixies
will mess you up.

- Who are they?

- It was these two white dudes.

Real downtown. Real friendly.

Soft voices come out of a dream.

- What did they say?

- Now what you wanna know for?

How I know you ain't with them?

- I ain't with anybody.

I'm trying to watch
out for myself.

- Yeah. I can dig that.

Well, you just stay away
from them dudes, you be okay.

- Mr. Fox, you don't understand.

Either you sign a
complaint or the guy walks.

- You don't get it, do you?
This morning was a lovely day.

Sun was out. Birds in the sky.

Smell of warm bread.

- Look, I'm telling you he's
going to do somebody else,

maybe kill them.
- That's their problem.

- What do you
mean their problem?

What are you? Some
kind of little girl, huh?

This is our problem.

- I'm 52 years old.

I got a duodenal ulcer.

I got high blood pressure
that looks like Old Faithful.

Say I sign this
complaint, what happens?

- Morrison's history,
that's what happens.

- Well, here's your history.

10 months, a
year at the outside,

he's back out on the street

and decides to pay me a visit.

I can't use that.

- Look, no, you
ain't thinking straight.

The last person this guy
wants to see is the man

that put him away, huh.

- Well sell it to
the funny papers.

I lived here all my life.
- Ugh.

- I did appreciate what
you did for me this morning.

- Yeah, right.

I hope your ulcer pops on you.

I hope you get
seven heart attacks,

one for every day of the week.

- You gotta calm
yourself, Lieutenant.

You got blood pressure too.

- See how it goes? Easy does it.

Come on, you try.

- Okay.

- Hold. Hold...
hold it. No, here.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hold it right here in
the middle of your head.

That's how you
line it up just right.

Now you jump a little and shoot.

Go ahead.

- Unh.

- Yeah, it takes
a little practice.

Come on, let's do it
again. Mm-hmm, that's it.

Now go ahead.

Hey, all right, my man.

- You gonna marry my mom?

- Ooh, you don't
waste no time, do you?

Hey, it's not that easy, kid.

I mean, it takes time for
people to get together.

- How come? You
like her don't you?

- Yeah, sure. I like her a lot.

But you see after you
get to be a certain age

you get kind of
used to being alone.

- Oh.

- It's... it's just
that, uh, that guys,

they like to do stuff a
certain way, you know.

I mean, you used to throw
your toys all over the room, right?

And you thought
that was okay, huh?

And then I came along and I
say, "Young man, clean them up."

Now, don't that seem a
little weird to you sometimes?

- Yeah.
- Uh-huh. Yeah.

See, that's just what I
mean and you're only 10.

Now, think how different
it is for people when

they get a little older.

They got to work stuff out.

Get used to each other's habits.

Hey, come on.

Let's see that jump shot
one more time, all right.

- Uh, I appreciate
your concern, ma'am,

but I'm not an art critic.

No, I haven't seen it.

Well, yes, I understand
but what... I mean, I think

I understand what it is.

Uh, one man told me he
thought it was a big fish.

Maybe if you thought of it that
way it would relieve your mind.

There's no need to get
abusive with me, ma'am.

I didn't create the darn thing.

- Lieutenant Goldblume?

- Over there.

- Today's the day, Lieutenant.

Ready for Armageddon?

- Counselor Greenglass.
Sure, give me a moment.

- Another IRS hearing, Henry?

- They're going to
be hearing an earful

and seeing an awful eyeful.

- Yes, I'd like to join
the Shar-pei Pet Club.

- You keep telling
me it's our job

to get it straightened out and
it just keeps going on and on.

- Please, Lieutenant, when
you granted Ed Greenglass

a 28% partnership
in your success...

- Oh, boy.

- You gotta work
a digger involved

with a million dollar bone.

- Hey, we both know it's not
a million dollar bone anymore.

- But we got a good
shot at a hundred,

maybe a hundred and a half.

- Realistically?
- Realistically, minus my 28%.

- Well, that's
less than $75,000.

- I share your outrage.

Maybe we're moving
a little precipitously.

How about I call them,
cancel, we'll reschedule.

- No.

- Regroup, assess
the battle plan.

- God, no.
- Whoa, that's a fighter.

- Lieutenant, will there be a
complainant against Mr. Morrison

on these charges?

- Yeah, you're looking at him.

- Don't brag about it, Buntz,
you could put out her eyes.

Listen, man, when
me and my lawyer

get through with
you, you'll be sliding

to work on a skateboard.

- Hey, Wendell, you want
to make a speech, hire a hall.

- Maybe I will, man.

- You realize you could
settle this right here.

- If I sign a release?

- That's right and considering
the slenderness of your case,

I think it's a
prudent thing to do.

- The only slender
thing about him.

- You can count on
one thing Ms. Davenport:

I will never let this man walk.

We're going to court.

- Play it your way, Lieutenant,
but I think you can find

better ways to spend your time.

- Well, I'll worry
about that, okay.

- Hey. Hey there, guy.

This is a hurter, Ted.

- What the hell do you want?

- No. No. That's
not the question.

The question is
what do you want?

- What do you mean?
- I mean, what do you want?

Like do you want a meal?
Do you want a drink?

Do you want a friend,
'cause Ted and I,

we'd like to be your friends.

- What is this, a joke?

- He thinks it's a joke, Brent.

- We like to help
guys who need it.

But you gotta trust us first.

We're going to have some
fun now, me, you, and little Ted.

- No.
- Come on, it's okay.

It's okay.

We'll explain it all
to you over lunch.

It's okay.

- Yellow, like a scarf
blowing in the wind.

- Yes, Andrew, a yellow scarf.

- And there's a smell,
ooh, Lord, what a smell.

- What smell, Andrew?
Describe the smell to Tara.

- It smells like horse dung.

- Yes. Horse dung.

- And dying flesh. Look out!

- What was it, Andrew?
- You know where I am?

I'm at Little Bighorn and men
are dying like flies around me.

- Good, Andrew, good, go on.

- There's only a few of
us left, and the hot winds

are blowing in our faces and
the wild hoops of the savages.

Ahh. They got me.

General Custer,
why didn't you listen?

You should've known.

- Wonderful, Andrew, wonderful.

Now, when I clap my hands
three times you will wake up

in life present tense.

One, two, three.

- For the first
time in his life,

J.D. LaRue was
telling the truth.

I have lived before.

- You know, this doesn't
have to be what you think it is.

I mean, it could be a
lot of different things.

- Yeah, like what?

- Like a guided missile.
- Yeah.

- Or a barber pole maybe,
totem pole, or a lipstick.

It looks like a
very large lipstick.

- Sure, a lipstick.
Yeah. That's close, Luce.

- It's art, Joe, okay. It
is a piece of artwork.

- Look, I don't know anything
about art, but I do know

about pornography, and
I don't think that people

should have to
see that in public.

- I didn't know you
were such a prude.

- Now... now what's
gotten into you?

Ever since you started
going out with that sculptor.

- He's a potter and I'm
not going out with him,

I'm taking his class.
- Yeah. Well...

- You think he's hitting on me?

- No, I... I didn't say that.

It's just that lately you've
become very interested

in Mr. Sensitive's pots.

- Get your mind
out of the gutter.

- Oh, oh, now who's
being the prude?

- Yeah.

- All units in the vicinity of
Utica and 137, Anderson Plaza,

attempted suicide in progress.

- 2-2-0-3, responding.

- I told you from the jump,

nobody messes with the Cas.

It's located in the
solar center of the Hill.

It redistributes the
signs to the populace.

- That's all well and
good, Mr. Castro.

But you should be
made aware that this land

belongs to the Arts Council and
when we approved this project

it was going to be
called "Man's Pride."

You said it was going to be
a testimony... a testimony for

the urban struggle for dignity.

- That's just what it is!

- Everything's
completely out of control.

- What's going on?

- The Arts Council voted,
I mean everyone agrees

that this monstrosity
has to be dismantled,

but Castro's intractable.

-Okay. We're gonna talk to him.

- All right, bring that in here.

- Mr. Castro, why don't you
just come down from there?

- Don't come any closer,
man. I'm not afraid to die.

- I'm just gonna come
up and talk to you

and nobody's going to die.

- You stay down.
Stay down there.

I'm warning you, man.

- Look, I understand
that you're upset.

I know how hard you
must've worked on this.

But, Mr. Castro, this isn't
anything you want to do.

I mean, not really.

I know you don't
want to be up there.

You know you don't
want to be up there.

We both know you
don't want to be up there.

- You all right?

- You are the executor and also
a beneficiary, Mr. Goldblume?

- Afraid so.

- Probate wouldn't
let him resign.

That's the kind of
scrupulous individual we have.

- Not to waste everyone's time.

This appeals officer finds
no merit to the contention

that the funds in the combined
estates of the deceased,

Paul and Gina
Srignoli were earned

under tax-exempt circumstances.

Further, I find that the
documents submitted

by Executor Goldblume
are fraudulent fiction.

- Now, whoa. Now,
just slow down.

- Are you aware,
Mr. Goldblume, that

the International
Offshore Bank of Tortuga

is a nonexistent invention
of one Morey Silverman,

and Renee Gonclavis,
currently serving four-year

sentences in the Virgin Islands?

I mean really, Counselor,
you practiced before us.

We busted Morey six months ago.

- I'm taking this to tax court.
- Whatever you want.

We are claiming 50% income
tax, plus penalties and interest.

That put's Ms. Srignoli's
1.1 million at somewhere

around $70,000 in
hock to Uncle Sam.

- Are you saying, after
all this, I'll owe $70,000?

- Only as executor of
the estate, personally, no.

- How about as the heir?
- As heir, you get nothing.

- This is their
strategy, Lieutenant.

This is their divide
and conquer.

As your legal shield...

- Correction, as my 28% leach.

- Close it out now,
Mr. Goldblume.

Save us all a lot of
headaches and we'll issue you

a check for $50,000,
free and clear.

No way.

- 100?

- A hundred. Maybe
I can go to 60.

- 90.
- 65.

- 80.
- Okay, 80.

- I'll take it.
- Wait.

- Make the deal.
- Are you crazy?

- Can't you bust this guy?

- We don't usually pursue
the criminal aspects, but...

- Another glass of
the old vino, hey, Mick.

- Sure. Okay?

- Sure. Ted?

- I don't know, Brent,
I'm getting kind of tanked.

- Come on. We're having fun.

Mick's having fun,
aren't you, Mick?

- Yeah. A lot of fun.

- That's good. We want
you to have a good time.

- That's great.
Why you doing this?

- Well, see it's
like this, Mick.

Ted and I, we're
from the suburbs.

What do we know about life?

Gas mileage, but
you, you've been there.

You've been to the eye.

- Yeah. I've been
there, that's right.

- Yeah, I bet you have.

- You've seen it all.
- Mm-hmm.

- Bet you had a wife
once, maybe even a kid.

You ever have a kid, Mick?

- Yeah, sure.

- What was his name, Mick?

- Joey.
- Joey, that's great.

I'll bet you miss him, huh?

- Yeah, sometimes.

- It'd be great if you could
see him again, huh, Mick?

- No.

- Oh, no, that wouldn't
be so great, would it, Mick?

Not the way you are now.
- What can I say to him?

- I don't know, Mick,
I never left a kid.

Here, come on, cheer up.

Have another glass of wine, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Niagara Falls.

Wouldn't want Joey
to see that, would we?

- You know what I say,
let's blow this pop stand,

take a little ride.

- Yeah. Let's get some
air. What do you say, Mick?

- We got a special
treat for you now.

Come on, guy, cheer up, huh?

- You can give me a yes or a
no. You moving in there or what?

- There's a lot to
work out, babe,

with Kenny and
everything. It's a big step.

- You want my opinion?
- Nope.

- My opinion is this
whole setup's perfect

for a guy like you.

- And what's that
supposed to mean?

- It means you love it.

You love stepping
in, being responsible,

all out of proportion.

- Oh, you think I'm
in over my head?

- Hey, it's not for everybody.
Neal, you're thriving.

Since you started
getting it on a regular basis

you've been a
dream to work with.

- Hey, thanks a lot, J.D.

- Hey, Neal, look,
I think we're being

a little sensitive here.

- Neal, J.D., don't
forget you guys

got the Walker homicide tonight.

- Uh-uh, oh, not
tonight, Lieutenant.

I can't, man.

- You got grand jury
Wednesday. You knew about this.

- Oh, man, I completely forgot.

Oh, Lynnetta's going to kill me.

- So big deal.

Tell her you'll make it
up to her this weekend.

- You don't understand.

Her mother's coming
to dinner tonight.

- Her mother?
- Her mother.

- You know, maybe
working tonight's

not the worse
thing in the world.

It's been my experience...

- I got to get over there
and explain it to her.

- Are you kidding?

The telephone was invented
for situations like this, use it.

- I'm taking an hour.
Cover for me, all right?

- Your Honor, the State's
without a complainant

on the robbery and for the
resisting, as you can see,

if you compare the extent
of Mr. Morrison's injuries,

he looks like he's been
though a buzz saw.

Whereas Lieutenant Buntz is
complaining about a toothache.

- Counsel, approach.

- Irwin, is your
man in a foul temper

because of dental miseries?

- The defendant's
sheets just in, your Honor.

It shows 11 priors.

- What the hell is this?
- What's going on here?

- Tell this creep to stay
away from me, huh?

- Legal Aid Society, your Honor.

On behalf of the P.D.s
Office, were serving

Lieutenant Buntz
with a civil suit.

$100,000 unspecified damages,
$400,000 against the City.

- Oh, you gotta be off your nut.

- Hundred Gs,
ratface. I'd love it.

You heard it. We're
going to bury you.

- That's enough, Mr. Morrison.

- People, can we settle
this with a disorderly?

- May we confer, your Honor?

- No way, they're bluffing.

- I know they are, but
it's going to take a lawyer

from my office 30
man-hours to sort it out.

- So what are you saying?
- We go with it.

- Hey, don't I got
anything to say here?

- No.
- People?

- Acceptable, your Honor.
- Reduced to disorderly conduct.

- We'll plea to that.
- Plea accepted.

Released on time served,
arraignment waived.

Bailiff, next case.

- Docket Number C107103,
Carmelo Gomez, vagrancy.

- So when do you figure I can
get my hands on the money?

- Mr. Morrison, I've
explained all of that

to you already five
times. You get nothing.

The move was strategic.

- Suppose I
guarantee you get half.

- Half of zero is zero,
Mr. Morrison, you understand?

- Oh. Hey, look who
it is, the hero himself.

- I'll be looking for you, ace.

- My client's been
cleared on all charges.

Steer clear of him
or we'll be after you

on harassment.

- Hey, no problem.
- That's right, hero.

I'm a free citizen now.
- You never know, Wendell.

- Real ugly tie,
Buntz, loser's tie.

- Neal, what are you doing here?

- Hey, baby, how you doing?

I stopped by the
restaurant already.

They told me you left early.
- Yeah.

I know it sounds silly
but I got so nervous about

this evening, I couldn't
stay around there any longer.

I came home to set my own table.

Do you like it?

- Oh, yeah, it...
It looks beautiful.

- I'm glad you like it and
I'm glad you stopped by.

You know you do
terrible things to me.

- Hey, look, baby, I
came by to tell you that...

- I know. I got something
else I want to show you.

- Hey, hey, look, look, look.

- Real quick, before...
Neal, no, don't even talk,

don't even talk.
- Just come here.

Come here, baby, on the bed.
- Oh, oh, oh. Unh.

- You made any
headway at all yet?

- Man, he's messed
these wires all up.

If I could get over into
the base of that statue,

I think I could unscramble it.

- Yeah, what's keeping you?

- Hey, he might blast
me with that hose.

I got out of the sewage
business 10 years ago.

- It's just a little
bit of water.

It's not going to kill you.

- I'm going to take
you over there.

We're going to do it. Let's go.

- Hey, I'm putting in
for hazard pay on this.

- Mr. Castro.
- Hey.

Don't go with that
diplomacy route, jack,

because I ain't moving
and neither is Kataz.

We here for all eternity.

- Look, I've been
talking to Mr. Dunn here,

and he thinks we
can work this thing out.

- Uh-huh.

- You just come down from
there, we'll take your statue,

and we'll move it
someplace else.

- Right, right.

Now that dozer don't look
like no moving van to me.

- Look, the most important thing
is that nobody gets hurt, right?

- Wrong. The important
thing is Kataz don't get hurt.

Kataz will be our
beacon for the brothers

that live among the stars.

- A gusher of hope! Oh, oh, oh!

- Hey, take it back up,
take it back up! Hurry!

- Come on, up, up.

- All right. Just
take it easy now.

- All right.

Just put your weight
on it. Take it easy.

It's okay.

- Leave it be, leave it be!

- Take it easy.

- No!

- Beautiful, huh, Mick?
- Yeah, I guess.

- In the eyes of the beholder.

- After all you've been
through I don't guess

anything looks
beautiful anymore.

- All the people
you've hurt. The pain.

Some people's lives
are just endless pain.

- But it doesn't have
to be that way, Mick.

Look at the sky.

One step and you're outside it.

No more hustling, no more guilt.

You see, Mick, we have so
much we want to share something.

We helped Larry do it,
just like we want to help you.

- Okay. Let go of me then.
I want to do this myself.

- That's golden, man

- Police. Freeze. You
punks are under arrest.

Move, move.

- Hey, take it easy, man.
- You slimebags.

You wanted to get
me drunk, right?

Well, you got
it. I'm real drunk.

- You can't do this.
You got to take us in.

- I don't think so.

I think if I take you in, you'll
hire some hotshot lawyer

and then both of you'll walk.

And that's just
not gonna cut it.

- You want us to
confess. We'll confess.

Okay. Larry was with us, okay.

- This isn't about confessing.
Turn around, both of you.

Move.

- What are you going to do?

You can't do this
man, you're a cop.

- Take your coats and shoes off.

Do it!

You see down there,
that's Fulton Street.

My old man was a tailor
down there all his life.

A crumby little shop,
never had two dimes,

but he was a man 'cause he
had a heart and you two pieces

of garbage have everything,
but that isn't enough, is it?

Take your shoes off.
Take your shoes off!

Now drop them over. Go on!

- I didn't want to.

I never wanted to, he made me.

- Lie down on your
stomachs. Move!

Stick your head over the edge.

Put your hands behind your back.

You're busted.

- Whoo, boy, that was wonderful.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, didn't I please you?

- Of course you did, baby.
- Neal, what's wrong?

- Hey, look, baby, I
gotta tell you something.

I can't make dinner tonight.
- You what?

- Hey, look, I'm sorry, really.

I just pulled night
duty on a homicide.

- You knew all day.

You knew it this
morning, didn't you?

- Hey, I'm sorry, honey, really.

It completely slipped my mind.
Now you know I want to be here.

- You think you could just
smooth things over, don't you?

Neal, you're a user.

Come in here anytime you
want to, make love to me,

and then walk out.

- Oh, come on, baby,
you know that's not true.

I told you two weeks ago I'd
move in, but you got nervous.

- Yeah, I got nervous because
who can depend on you?

Neal, either you
come to dinner tonight

or we're through.

I mean it. I can't
live like this.

- Hey, look, baby,
I already told you,

there's nothing I can do.

I tried to get out
of it, but I can't.

- Use me like this. I hate it.

I hate it.

I hate it, Neal,
and I hate you for it.

- Look, I tried to tell you, but
you didn't give me a chance.

- Oh, when, when
did you try to tell me?

- I told you I
can't get out of it.

I tried, but I can't.
- You knew this morning.

You knew all day
long and that's a lie.

- I didn't know nothing.

It slipped my mind,
baby, I'm telling you.

- I'm sick of you
using me all the time.

I hate it. I hate it.

Just get out. Get
out of my home!

Just get out of my home!

- Get out of your home?
- Yes.

- Your home?
- Yes.

- Well, that's fine.
That's fine with me.

You want me out?
I'll get the hell out.

I can't breathe
around here anyway.

I'll tell you what, girl.

I ain't coming back and
you can count on that.

Move in with some dizzy chick...

- Kenny! Kenny!

God.

- 9-1-1. Hurry. Hurry.

- Captain, how's Neal?
- He's in surgery now.

- He's going to be
okay though, right?

- He was shot at
close range, J.D.

He's lost a lot of blood.
- Anything?

- We should have something soon.
- Damn doctors.

Man, he better be all right.

- That's enough, J.D.

- What about that kid,
huh, they found him yet?

- Not yet, J.D.
- This is nuts.

We been through a
thousand scrapes together.

He gets it from Kenny.

I told him, use the phone.

- No, no, I'm not a member
of the immediate family,

I work with him. I
want to talk to Dr. Ross,

please and if he's not
available would you page, uh,

Captain Furillo or
Lieutenant Goldblume

for me again, please.

No, no. I'll hold.

- Surgery's taking forever.

- Oh, to think that such
wickedness should come from

a child when we cherish such
sentimental notions about them,

when in reality they are often
mere Hobbesian savages,

capable of stunning,
stunning cruelty.

- You got it. Kid's are up
for anything these days.

- Wait a minute.

You know, I don't think we have
all the facts on the table here.

We don't really know
what went on in that house.

- Come on, Luce.

Next thing you're going
to say it was Neal's fault

that he got shot.

- Don't simplify
what I'm saying.

Is there anything, Stan?
- Not yet.

They got me on Muzak.

- Uh, Lieutenant Buntz.
- Mm-hmm.

- We have a robbery
at 114th and Fulton.

- Officer Purnell said
you'd want to be notified.

The perp was
wearing a sweatshirt

that said Napalm Daddy.
- Got it.

Let me know about Washington.

- Right, Lieutenant,
soon as I hear something.

- I can't stand this.

- Yeah, come on, just
hang in there, all right.

- Hill Street.

It's J.D.

He's out of surgery.
He's going to make it.

- All right. All right, Neal.

I told you the guy was
tough. I told you he was tough.

- Look out. Look
out. Move, move.

- What you got?

- Looks like your
guy, Lieutenant.

- Napalm Daddy. That's him.

- This is one mean
dude. Look at this.

The guy's face looks
like a golf course.

- He used that on the old man?

- The guy was in the...

- Anybody see which way he went?

- Yeah, the stock boy said
he headed east down Clinton.

- I'm heading east on
Clinton. That germ's mine.

- Let's roll, come on, let's go.

- It's was like a
experiential, uh, union-

- Renko, I'm just trying to
understand what you said.

That's all.

Now, you said that she told
you, you had to count backwards

and then look at some
swinging pendulum, right?

- Crystal, right.

- Well, I'm no expert,
pal, but it sounds

like you were hypnotized.

- Bobby, I tell you, I had
my wits about me at all times.

First, I saw myself as a
centurion in Ancient Rome,

and then as a foot soldier
marching to the Crusades,

and I seen myself as cavalryman
with George Armstrong Custer.

- It's obvious.

Renko, you are the
eternal foot soldier.

Every time you are
reborn, you're a grunt.

- Oh, Lord, that... that must
mean I'm... I'm meant to be

working as a
cop for all eternity.

- I guess you're right.

Hey, but don't feel bad, I
mean maybe in the next life

you'll... you'll get yourself a
battered up old rocket ship

trying to catch
muggers and rapists

somewhere out in outer space.

- That's terrible. You
got to work... Bobby.

Look here, look here. Stop here.

- Kenny.

- I've been practicing
like Neal say to.

I want to get the ball
straight, nice, and easy.

See?

- Let's go, son.

- I been practicing a long time.

I became good, too.

- Kenny! Come here, baby.

- I shot Neal, Mama.

- I know, baby. I know. I know.

- I didn't want him to leave.
- I know.

- Open the cash drawer. Move it!

- Wendell, police.

- You don't look so
tough now, huh, kid.

- Looks like a clean
shoot, Captain.

The night clerk said the
guy had his piece out.

Gave the Lieutenant no choice.

- Thank you.
- Let's go.

What were you
doing here tonight?

- Well, how about this, I
went inside for an ice milk.

- I don't want crap,
I want answers.

What were you doing here?
- I got a tip.

Went I got there the guy was
already inside casing the joint.

- Why didn't you try to arrest
him before he pulled his gun?

- Hey, what is
this, déjà vu, huh?

I thought we already went
through all that this morning.

- But this time you'd have
the candy store owner

as a complainant.

- Funny thing, anybody
that Napalm Daddy visited

gets a sudden case of lockjaw.

I told him he was under arrest.

He didn't want to go that way.

Ask the kid if he didn't
turn his piece on me.

- Let's try another version.

You lost in court,
you played out

a personal vendetta,
and you executed him.

- That's a nice
story. Try and sell it.

IAD is going to clear me.

- Maybe, but you're
not clear with me.

- I can live with it.

- Oh, hey, man,
what's going down?

- Well, I was just here seeing
a friend, I thought I'd drop by.

- Yeah. I almost dropped
by this afternoon, huh?

I guess you saved my butt.

- Yeah, no problem.

- I'm sorry about spraying
you with that water, man.

Did I get busted for that?

- No. We're
going to let it slide.

- So, uh, what is this?
- Uh, this is a new one.

Ain't she a beaut?
- Can I be frank?

- I expect nothing else.

- Well, to be perfectly
honest I think it looks like

a phallic symbol.

- You got an eye
for art after all, man.

- All right, uh, you
take care, Bobby.

- Yeah. I'll see you
at my next opening?

- Maybe.

- Yeah.

- J... J.D. is that you?

- No, man, it's, uh, it's
Florence Nightingale.

- They found Kenny, right?

- Yeah, yeah, he... He
was on a playground, uh,

shooting baskets.

- Shooting baskets?
- Yeah.

- The kid's is juvi tonight.
- Lynnetta with him?

- Yeah, she was.
Maybe she still is.

- You know, the whole
time while I was out there

on that court with Kenny today,

I was thinking of
myself as a kid.

When I was young, I
could play some ball.

Man, I lived for that court.

All day in school,
I'd just think about it.

When it got dark, I'd
find me another basket

under a streetlight.

Never wanted to go home.

My old man would be
there, drunk and cursing me.

As long as I could
keep shooting baskets,

I was all right.
I was all right.

It just keeps going
around, don't it?

Once set after another.

It just keeps going from...
J.D., J.D., you there man?

- Yeah, man, yeah,
shh, I'm here, man.

Shh, shh go on
back to sleep, go on.