Hill Street Blues (1981–1987): Season 6, Episode 9 - What Are Friends For? - full transcript
Buntz and Rodriguez are held hostage by a mental patient who wants revenge on Buntz for putting him away. Belker goes undercover at a dog pound. LaRue and Washington bring in a baseball player for drunk driving and find cocaine in his car trunk. Furillo is upset when he is denied mortgage insurance.
- I wanted a big town car.
He gives me one of his
repo'd Tokyo bug boxes.
- Hey, free is free, my
man. I ain't never even
got a Christmas card
from my brother-in-law.
- Free?
- Mm-hmm.
- How many times you had
to drive me to work this year?
You know how much old
Rob is making on my repairs?
That jerk is either
drunk or stoned, Neal.
- Hey!
Hey, police.
Pull around the
corner up on the curb.
- I think that's Tony Catina.
- Hi, guys. Tony Catina.
Hope we don't
got a problem here.
- See your license
and registration, Catina.
- I got a little medical
emergency here, guys.
- What kind of
medical emergency?
- Young lady who is
just gonna die if old Tony
doesn't administer mouth
to mouth pretty damn quick.
- You been drinking, Mr. Catina?
- Maybe you didn't get
the name. Tony Catina?
Play a little ball in this town.
- You aware your license
is expired, Mr. Catina?
- Oh no, really?
I guess I'm gonna get
the slammer for that, eh?
- Afraid I'm gonna have
to arrest you for suspicion
of drunk driving, Tony.
- Come on, guys.
Can't we let this slide?
You're gonna let the lady down?
Not to mention the
little kids who watch
my anti-alcohol commercial.
You're gonna break
their little hearts!
- Item Six. Temporary
assignments.
This flu bug is
still causing havoc.
Sergeant Bates, Officers
Garaldi, Kaplan and Marcos
are all at home
kissing the sheets.
And the verdict is still out
on LaRue and Washington.
As of now, Coffey's
gonna ride with Haynes.
And Winslow with Dombroski.
Item Seven.
Mick Belker's
gonna be undercover
at the East Side Animal Shelter.
- As a purebred or a mutt?
- Hey, hey, hey!
We got reports that
somebody over at the pound
is selling some of those
poor strays to research labs
where they do God
knows what to 'em.
Yeah, you don't
wanna get me started
on what I think of the
scum that's cruel to animals.
All right, Item Eight.
This is a memo from Division.
- Yeah, it's re the use of
personal electrical devices
on prisoners.
I quote,
"Departmental
regulations forbid the use
of non-issue
weapons of any kind.
The use of any personal
weapons including the use
of electrical devices other
than department-issue stun guns
will result in immediate
suspension without pay."
People, leave 'em at home.
Okay, Item... last.
Mr. Harry Steel
from Warrior Review
is here doing a profile on
our own Lieutenant Hunter
as next month's Urban Warrior.
- Okay, okay, guys.
They're getting away out there.
- And that was our first
contact with NVA regulars.
I'll tell you, tough,
disciplined troops.
Oh, they could go for
days on a handful of rice,
couple of fish heads.
Get out to Nam?
- Uh, no. I was
young and stupid.
I was a conscientious objector.
- Well, what was your
alternative service?
- The Oakland Zoo.
But then I realized,
Howard, that the real animals
are out there hijacking planes
and running wild in our streets.
- You see, morphic
metaphors precise,
all my eaters really attempt
is to keep the urban carnivores
away from the lambs.
- Well, that must be hard,
I mean, what with the teary
liberal bed-wetters
hamstringing you at every point.
I mean, no personal weapons?
- Well, it's not always easy.
- Wouldn't go to
the can without mine.
I mean, I would think that
they would be encouraging
the use of non-lethal sidearms.
You tell me.
Now, does this look
like excessive force?
We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
C Surplus store, corner of
People's Drive and 124th Street.
- Because I can't
concentrate like this.
I want to get some
stuff straightened out.
Robin, if I could straighten
it out on the phone,
I wouldn't ask
you out for lunch.
Now, come on.
Okay, good.
Bye.
- Lieutenant?
- Yeah.
- A guy named Tim Kelley
called you about 10 minutes ago.
He'd like to see
you at his loft.
Says it's about some guy
named Tommy Joe Page.
There's the address.
- Yeah. Uh...
look, is 8:00 all right?
- I don't know if
I can get a sitter.
- I knew it. You're
backing out, right?
I got absolutely no shot
with you, am I right, huh?
- Look, I'll be honest.
I'm a little nervous about
an evening with you.
You blame me?
- Nah, I guess not.
All right, listen.
Why don't you think it
over? I won't make any plans.
And we'll talk later.
If it's yes, that's great.
If it's no, it's not a problem.
- Okay.
- Hey, Rodriguez.
Come on. Take a ride with me.
- Uh, sure.
Tell him I'll come over
Sunday right after mass.
I got to go.
Te quiero.
Let's roll.
- This is real rinky-dink.
I mean, I can understand
you giving me a ticket,
but this is really bush league.
- Address, Mr. Catina?
- 432 Carlton Terrace.
Really, you never been
there. It's downtown.
- Well, if you ever want
to get back down there,
maybe you ought to
keep your mouth shut.
- Yeah, you hit a homerun
on the breathalyzer, .15.
- Uh, excuse me.
Tony Catina, right?
- You win the prize, officer.
- Andrew J. Renko.
What's the charge?
Let me see if I can
guess. Driving while intox?
- Man's a genius.
- Well, sir, your reputation
sort of precedes you,
if you get my meaning.
This man hit 425
in the '72 series.
And had nine RBIs.
And then he won
the sports car for MVP
and him and Rick
Rodgers and let me see,
Charlie Hecksher, right?
The Three Mesquiteers
put that car in a pool
at the Langston Hotel.
I've always wanted to
ask you who was driving.
- Well, that was the
problem. Nobody was driving.
It would have
been better for you
if he'd have been driving today.
- Impound voucher
on Mr. Catina's vehicle.
- Hey, champ?
You just moved into the bigs.
Car pound just found two
oz's of rock in your trunk.
- What?
- It's on the way to the lab.
- Hold the phone
here, guys. It ain't mine.
- Sure. Car wash guy
probably left it in there.
- I'm telling
you, it ain't mine!
Maybe you guys planted it there.
Hey, my lawyer's
coming down here.
You know Richard Sherman?
Richard's gonna make
dog meat outta you guys!
- Whoa!
- You got no right to
go in man's locked trunk!
- Who's responsible for that?
It looks like water damage.
- Oh, well,
technically, the seller,
but you're getting
such a great price.
Really, I wouldn't
rock the boat, Frank.
- Frank, the view from
the bedroom is incredible.
You can see all the
way down to the water.
I like it.
- Must be the bank.
- Did you ask
about closing costs?
- No, not yet.
- I'm getting excited.
- Hi. Chris? We approved?
I don't know anything about it.
I'll talk to the Furillos
and get back to you.
- What's wrong?
- Well, there's a problem.
You were approved
for the mortgage,
but they found out you
couldn't get mortgage insurance.
No insurance, no mortgage.
- That's ridiculous. My
medical exam was fine.
- Well, I don't know
what to tell you.
The Dickersons have
to close this weekend.
There's another
offer on the table.
- Call my insurance agent.
We'll have it straightened
out by tomorrow morning.
- Better make it uend
of business today.
- Okay.
There you go.
- Bad dog, Sniper. Why'd
you run away like that?
Thanks, mister.
- That's okay.
City Hall, Room
205 for that license.
You're not gonna forget, right?
- Right.
- Okay.
- Kid's lucky.
That whole cage is going
to mutt heaven tonight.
- I'd like to adopt some dogs.
- All right.
Let's run through the
procedure with this customer.
First, have him fill
one of these out.
Then get a $5 fee for each dog.
Give him whatever he
wants on the left side cages.
I'll be up front.
Any problems, give a shout.
- Okay.
Name?
- Smith.
- Okay, Mr. Smith.
You can go ahead
and pick one out.
- That's okay. I don't
want to be any trouble.
You choose.
- You want me to
pick out a dog for you?
- I'd like four, actually,
around 10 pounds?
- You're gonna need
four adoption contracts.
You been here before?
- Me? No, not me, never.
- Ever had a dog before?
- They all died.
My kids, real sad.
- Sign each one of 'em.
By signing that,
you're promising
to give your animals
a good home.
Could you afford four dogs?
- Sure. I got my own business.
- Yeah? What kind of business?
- I'm a nutritionist.
- This guy lives around here?
- Yeah. He's got a
loft. He gets it rent-free.
- Who is he?
- Uh, he was our key witness
against Tommy Joe Page.
They used to pump gas together.
- Any idea what this is about?
- I don't know.
Maybe Page is sending
him threatening letters
from the puzzle
house. We'll find out.
- Tim. Norm Buntz.
Cover me from here.
- Keep your eye on your friend.
Now the gun, throw it down.
Hi, Norman. It's me.
The guns.
The big one and the
Derringer on the floor.
- You pull that trigger,
Page, there's no way
you will leave here alive.
- Doesn't worry me.
A sick person should
always live every minute
like it was his last.
God knows, I'm a sick person.
Incidentally, what is
your name, officer?
- Rodriguez.
- Sounds pretty shaky.
The Derringer.
Reach into that bag.
That's it, that's right.
Take out a handful.
I found this amazing
hardware store.
They had everything.
The gun, the fasteners.
I got a hammer and nails.
I don't even know what for.
Maybe we'll think of something.
Sit down, Norman.
That nice heavy chair.
I thought you'd come alone.
But I like this better.
I think we have a very
interesting situation here.
- Yeah?
Well, you enjoy
it while you can.
- Well, Norman,
since you put me in, are you
disappointed to see me out?
- I always thought
putting you in
was a bad idea, Page.
I had other plans for you.
- I'll bet you did.
I learned a lot in the hospital.
I learned to do what
people wanted me to do.
I was a model resident.
Eventually, they had
to give me privileges.
- Which you took advantage of.
- It's why I'm here, Norman.
Hungry?
- Unh-uh.
- Tim kept a full fridge.
It's all ours.
I mean, he won't be hungry.
- How'd he take it?
- He cried.
- And you liked that.
- Can't change what
we are, Norman.
This place has big closets.
That's where I stashed him.
Ole!
It's where I'm gonna
stash you, Norman.
- You look smaller, Page.
- Smaller?
- Yeah.
Like you're shrinking.
- You know, for hours in court
I used to stare at you, Norman.
And I think I know
why you dress like that.
- Hmm.
- Are you color blind?
- I don't know. I'll have
it checked, all right?
- I don't think you'll
have a chance to do that.
Wouldn't you agree
this situation's hopeless?
- Do you want money?
Just tell us what you want.
- He thinks he's a hostage.
No, I don't want money.
- He's a squeak,
Rodriguez. He's nothing.
Just stare him down.
He'll slip through
the cracks in the floor.
- Are you challenging
me, Norman?
- Go on, Rodriguez.
Tell him he's a maggot.
- You filthy maggot!
- It won't work, Norman.
I haven't even started
and he's terrified.
- Maggot!
- That's right.
There you go,
huh? You like that?
You hear that, Page, huh?
- Maggot!
- Yes, I heard your
expression of anger.
Let me just ask you something.
Later on, when
hours have passed,
and your wife puts
dinner in the oven
because you haven't come
home and she sits and waits
and worries,
do you think there's
even a remote possibility
you'll still be alive?
Just a yes or no answer.
- Yes.
Yes, and you'll be dead!
- I'm not convinced.
Are you, Norman?
- Give me a break, Richard.
- A break?
The break was my
coming way up here.
I am suing you for the
25 grand you already...
- How do you expect to collect
if I'm sitting in Harrisonville?
I'll tell you what I'll do.
I will write you a
check right now.
- Well, sorry, Tony, my
office doesn't need repapering.
- You unethical scum!
- Oh, save that team spirit
rap for the sports writers, Tony.
You forget, I know you.
- Richard, I'll give you that.
I'm no apple pie,
but this ain't right.
I'm innocent!
- Well, you'll have a
chance to convince
12 of your peers of that fact.
You see, I understand
the public defender's office
has experience in that area.
Get the man a PD.
- I don't want a public
defender, Richard!
I want the best lawyer
that money can buy!
- PD is the best he can buy!
- You buttoned-down
creep. What about the chicks,
Richard, huh? Who
got you all the girls?
- Bimbos, Tony! Third-rate
bleached blondes!
But it was fun for a time.
- Whoa, whoa! Hold it, hold it!
- Sit down!
- I'm telling you
guys, it ain't mine!
- Well, my man,
if you are clean,
then why don't
you tell us about it?
- About what?
- About your dealer, for one.
- What do I have to do?
Connect the dots for you guys?
I ain't got no dealer!
I loaned my car to a
friend while I'm in Florida.
I get back, I pick
it up, I get tanked,
you guys nail me for speeding,
and the next thing you know,
I'm public enemy
number one around here!
- Okay, okay, okay.
Who's your friend?
- Oh, that's how it
works around here, huh?
I got to give up
my two best pals
to walk on this thing?
Let me tell you goons
something. That totally stinks.
You understand me?
- Hey, you still got the
other option open, babe.
- What option?
- Do the time.
- Tony Catina, '72 series.
The Three Mesquiteers.
- You a lawyer?
- Chief of Police Daniels.
- Chief, listen, listen,
you got to help me out
in this deal, these two
guys here are flaking me.
I got to be in
Cleveland tonight.
- We got resale weight
cocaine on Mr. Catina, Chief.
- I'm sure whatever
the problem, Mr. Catina,
you'll receive the
fairest possible treatment
from these men.
- Come on!
- I wasn't expecting you.
- I'm here to have
my picture taken
with Howard for some magazine.
- I'm sure he
appreciates the effort.
- Always try to accommodate
my loyal officers.
- And what can I do for you?
- Nothing. But it
occurs to me to ask
how you're handling Mr. Catina.
- By the book.
Low key just like any
other first-time offender.
- More sniveling homilies
from the Marshal
Petain of Hill Street.
What a penchant you have
for pursuing the innocent
and slacking off on the guilty.
Tying Mr. Catina up in
his own brown jock strap,
and this department hits a
homerun against traffickers,
no matter who they are.
Well, get Public
Affairs up to speed.
This is a lot of ink.
- We're not ready
to arraign, Chief.
There's some question
as to the possession.
- Resolve it, and keep
my office informed.
- Good morning.
- What in God's name's
going on, Mr. Eeley?
I pay my bills, I
pass the physical.
I have a regular
job. So does my wife.
And we got turned
down for insurance
so we can't buy an apartment.
- Well, we would have been
happy to write your policy.
- But?
- But your application fell
outside our policy profile.
- Mr. Eeley...
I'm becoming quite angry.
- Bad IFF report.
- What's an IFF?
- Insurance Fact Finders.
It's like an insurance
credit check company.
They go around and
ask your neighbors
if you beat your
wife or sell dope.
- And what do I supposedly do?
- Oh, I have no idea.
We don't actually
get to see their files.
They just issue a yes
or no recommendation.
- Which your company
blindly follows?
- Pretty much
everybody I know does.
- Whom do I contact at IFF?
- Uh, they've got
a district office.
Try Martin Sallow.
- My editor was counting
on 20 tons of steel, Howard.
Not eight ounces of plastic.
- Well, if you could
have given me
more than a week's
notice, I could have had
everything reassembled
and polished up for you.
- It was my fault.
I was just operating
under the assumption
that the dragon
would be battle ready.
I just never thought to inquire.
- It's okay, lieutenant.
- Just as long as you
know, we are probably
going to lose the cover. Okay.
Into the lens, please. And...
Well, that's passable.
Nice. All right, again.
Okay. All right, I'd like to get
a couple of Chief Daniels
holding the facsimile.
- Me in the middle with the toy?
- It's not a toy, Chief.
It's an absolutely
accurate scale model
right down to the paint job.
Look, even the battering
ram is to regulation.
And see here? The
tread's genuine rubber.
And read the lettering:
Fletcher Daniels,
Chief of Police.
- Let's get it over
with, lieutenant.
- Thank you, Chief.
- Oh, that's lovely.
- I got the plane tickets, I
got the credit card receipts,
I got all that stuff! Doesn't
that prove I have been
in Ft. Lauderdale all week?
- They'll maintain you brought
the drugs back with you.
Or that the bag was in the
trunk of your car before you left.
- Well, what about that?
What about the trunk?
They got no right to
go in a locked trunk.
- Wrong. On impound,
they voucher for safekeeping.
- I thought you were
here to help me out.
- If we can show that the
person who borrowed your car
was a known cocaine
user, we might on the basis
of that be able to establish a
climate of reasonable doubt.
- What would that mean?
- It's a chance.
We have an issue to
argue at trial, not much fun.
- Cutting through all the
legal crap, what you're saying
is I got to rat these guys
out or I'm finished, right?
- Even then it's your
word against theirs.
And the cocaine
was found in your car.
- So you're saying I
got to set 'em up first
and then rat 'em out?
- I'm saying
that because of who you
are, you won't get probation.
The Chief won't allow it.
- The Chief of Police?
He almost asked me
for a signed ball just now.
Damn.
Damn!
Yeah.
Okay.
I think I can get
'em to cop to it.
- Mick?
- What?
- What was so urgent?
- I love you.
I love you, and this morning,
you didn't even say
goodbye to me when you left.
And ever since the day
you got kicked in the face
and I saw you in
the emergency room,
I have felt very
far away from you.
I'm sorry for the things I said
then about you and the baby.
I'm very sorry.
- I'm sorry I slapped you.
- You know how much I love you?
Sometimes I think if we
die, we could still be together.
- Look at this crappy stuff.
It's straight from a push cart.
- He wants you to
beg. Don't give him that.
Don't beg him or you're dead.
- He's going to kill us.
- He's a worm.
I'll eat this guy.
Every minute we stay
alive, our odds improve.
You just fight him.
- What odds?
We're history.
- Not me, Rodriguez.
- So, I guess you've
had a little pep talk, huh?
- I was just telling
Detective Rodriguez
what a brave guy you were.
Seven murders, three women,
10-year-old boy,
an elderly couple...
- You can try to make me
angry, Norman, but it won't work.
I'm in too good a mood.
I've had five restful years.
- They give you a lot of drugs?
- I was occasionally sedated.
Dulled your edges, Page.
You're not sharp anymore.
- How's that?
- My car. Sitting
right out there.
That's sloppy.
- This is not gonna
take that long.
It won't be a problem.
- Don't count on it.
- You know, sometimes
working under pressure
brings out the best in a man.
- You've had your fun.
Now it's time for mine.
For example, I
don't have to kill you.
I could blow your face away.
- Don't beg him, Rodriguez.
Don't beg him. He's nothing.
- Oh, God.
- Don't take him. He's nothing.
- Oh, God.
No, please. Please don't!
- Don't beg him, Rodriguez.
- I'm begging! Please
don't kill me! Please!
- There it is.
He said the magic words.
- You got three goats
in one year, see?
Now I got to verify
whether these other goats
are doing well in
their adoptive homes.
- I have a picture.
- This is you with the robes on?
These goats don't look happy.
- Well, that is the way a
goat looks when he's happy.
- You got a Polaroid?
- Camera?
- Yeah.
Go home, get today's paper.
Hold it up like this.
Get me a picture of the
goats with today's headline.
Like kidnappers do.
- Give me the damn goat, man!
Stop this nonsense!
- Listen, barn breath! No
damn picture, no damn goat!
- I want a police
dog, a mean one.
One of them Dobermans.
- Mike, why don't you take 15?
Go have some coffee.
- What about my Doberman?
- I'll take it.
- A mean one.
- I didn't mind the hospital.
In fact, there was
only one thing in my life
worth the effort of getting out.
You.
You are very special.
Oh, the things I
dreamed of doing to you.
- What? Am I
supposed to be flattered?
- You're good. You
got a hell of an act.
But I could make
you hurt so bad.
- You're getting yourself all
excited over nothing, Page.
It's never gonna work.
- It worked on him.
You heard him beg.
- I heard you beg, remember?
I made you get
down on your knees.
I pressed my gun against
the back of your skull.
You were begging me in
that tiny little voice of yours.
Please don't kill
me, please. I'm sick.
- Stop!
Now, why don't you
tell me that didn't hurt!
- That hurt. What of it?
You still got the itch, huh?
Still the long sleeves
to cover up them sores.
It's nasty.
What's that disease called?
- I could burn you in here.
- Yeah? And then what?
You'd run away and you'd
hear me laughing at you.
Hey, that's what you heard
in the hospital, wasn't it, huh?
You heard me laughing.
Like in court when they
played those tapes, huh?
You remember?
You were crying,
talking like a little boy.
Telling how your
old man used to...
Stop it! Stop!
And I was laughing. I
thought it was funny.
See, I know what this
means to you, Page.
And there's no relief, is there?
Not unless you can
put me where I had you.
- That's gonna happen right now!
- Not a chance.
- No?
You've inspired me.
It's time to get more creative.
- Time? You don't have
time. Remember the car, huh?
You're gonna lose this,
Page. 'Cause you're sloppy.
- There's nobody there.
Shut up!
- Police officer!
Who's in charge here?
- I'm Dr. Morton. I'm
in charge of this facility.
- What do you got
in the van, Doc?
- What do you mean
what's in the van?
- I mean, are you using those
dogs for lab experiments?
- Dogs?
- Dogs! Dogs! Dogs!
You're under arrest!
Turn around, both of you!
Put your hands on the
van! Spread your legs!
- Hey, Lieutenant Buntz around?
- Out since this morning.
- Well, I been sitting in the
Maja Moon for two hours
over a plate of cold goulash.
We had a sit-down.
- What can I tell you?
- Well, you can tell
Lieutenant Buntz I ain't a guy
to be treated like a fiancé.
And he owes me 9 bucks for
a Chicken Paprikash special.
- I'll see that he
gets the message.
- Do.
- Thousands of people are dying
of arteriosclerosis every year,
but you'd rather gas those
mutts than to permit me
to do fundamental
grant-level research.
- Those dogs are for pets.
- They're dogs!
You go to a supply
house, it's $35.
This way it's cheaper.
There's money for
more important things.
Maybe you'll remember
that when your arteries
are the consistency
of uncooked spaghetti.
- You pay Weaver for these dogs?
- What do you think? He
gives 'em to me for free?
- Hold both of 'em.
I'll be back later.
- Who's is it? Which one?
Rodgers or Hecksher?
- I told you, they been
buying together for years!
- Which one you give the car to?
- Charlie.
- You talk to him about
their missing possessions?
You call 'em up?
- Come on. You guys busted me
before I could go to sleep!
- Mr. Catina would like to
call and set up a meeting
with Mr. Rodgers
and Mr. Hecksher.
- Captain?
- Make your call.
- These are old
roommates of Mr. Catina's.
So you'll understand if
this is a little hard for him.
- Hey, Charlie,
what's happening?
'Course I was the one
that picked up the car.
You didn't report
it stolen, did you?
What?
You got some laundry
in the trunk? No problem.
Listen, why don't you
and the Rick man meet me
at the stadium tavern at 6:00?
Solid.
What does that
sound like to you?
Snow White?
- JD, be sure to keep
a blanket on the press.
- Yeah. Loose lips sink ships.
Oh, Tony seemed real
upset, Ms. Davenport.
- Any word on the apartment?
- Guy was supposed to be here.
- Captain?
Captain, we got a
Mr. Sallow waiting.
- Oh, good. Show
him into my office.
You got five minutes?
- Yeah, sure.
- One would think,
and maybe it's nothing,
but we just got a call
from Hill and Renko.
They spotted Lieutenant Buntz's
sedan over near those abandoned
buildings on Van Meer.
- And?
- Well, they say it was
there on their last pass by
a couple hours ago.
Plus the lieutenant's
snitch came in and said
he was supposed to have
lunch with the lieutenant
and Norman never showed.
- Was Norm alone?
- No. He took
Rodriguez with him.
Hill and Renko
are looking around.
- Well, tell them to be careful.
- Yes, sir.
- I'm gonna be released,
right? This gets totally dropped?
- Only if it works, my man.
See, it's just like
your batting average.
A long fly ball's still an out.
- Captain Furillo,
I can't actually
show you the file itself.
- Why is that?
- Well, obviously,
we have to protect
our confidential sources.
- Those sources being?
- Neighbors, friends,
business associates.
- In other words, completely
unsubstantiated material.
- We just gather facts, Captain.
- What do those
sources reveal about me?
- You must know.
- Does this have anything to
do with my being an alcoholic?
- Oh, no, no. That's fine.
But you haven't fallen
off the wagon, have you?
No. This concerns your
illness 10 years ago.
- What illness?
- Oh, come on, Captain.
Your cancer.
- I've never had cancer.
- You've never had leukemia?
- Not to my knowledge.
- This isn't a joke, Captain.
- Believe me, I'm not laughing.
- But our field
investigator verified it.
- Well, I suggest you
find your field investigator
and get this thing cleared up.
- I think that's a very
good idea, Mr. Sallow.
- Well, he might
be out of the office.
Can I use the phone?
- Does this sort of
thing happen often?
- No, no, no. Very rarely.
As a matter of fact, hardly
anybody knows about us.
- Well, I certainly
didn't. I find it appalling.
- I'm going to Film for your
medical records, Frank.
- Marty here. Get me Campanas.
You're probably gonna have
to come downtown, Captain.
And you may want to phone
your insurance guy as well.
- What were the other names?
No.
No.
No.
Spell that.
C-a-r-i-l-l-o.
That must be the guy.
Okay.
I must have gotten the
two reports mixed up.
This Carillo dude had
leukemia 10 years ago.
So if your doctor
says you never had it,
I guess you didn't.
- It's unbelievable.
- Hey, man!
I'm sorry.
I got a quota.
10 investigations a day.
I know cops never arrest
the wrong guy, right?
- Very competent
work, Mr. Sallow.
Would you call the bank and
get this thing straightened out?
- Uh, well...
Uh, well, I can
start the paperwork.
- What paperwork?
- I did a little checking.
Once a bad IFF's filed,
let's assume it's
out of their computer,
it's still got to get out of
our exchange computer
and then the explanation's
got to be inserted
into the applicant's file.
- How long?
- 60 days would be standard.
Expedited, maybe 20.
- So this unqualified jerk
working for an untouchable
company cost me a condo?
- What about paying cash?
- 20 minutes for one building?
- And it'll be dark in
another couple of hours.
- Think we ought to call for
some more manpower down here?
- What the hell you think Buntz
was doing down here anyway?
- I don't know,
but if it's romance,
he's got zero sense
of atmosphere.
- They're gone.
Maybe they think you have
a woman who lives here.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're the kind of cop
who'd have a mistress, right?
- Not your area
of expertise, is it?
- I've had women, remember?
At the trial, you
heard all the details.
- They're coming back.
You know that, Tommy.
- Unless I move the car.
- You better get going.
- You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Give a guy like
you a chance, huh?
Try to chew yourself free?
I've got a remedy for that.
You know, when
you got me, Norman,
the press made
a big thing of it.
One article even
called you a savior.
So this isn't
really out of line.
- It won't change things.
- When you feel this nail
being driven through your wrist,
you may have a
whole different attitude.
And if one doesn't work,
I've got a whole box full.
- You don't have time.
You didn't move the car.
Look at your hands shake.
You see? You're
falling apart here.
Now look at my hands.
Nothing's changed, has it?
You're still the little worm
that begged me for his life.
What's the matter? You
don't want me to see it?
I don't need to
see it. I can smell it.
What's that?
- What?
- Thought I heard a car
door slam. They're back.
- There's no one there! No one!
- So I was wrong, huh?
But they are coming.
We both know that.
Not if I move the car.
Nice and tight.
- Hey!
Didn't you forget something?
- Where's Weaver?
- In the back by
the decompression.
- Where you been?
I tell you to take 15 minutes,
you're gone three
and a half hours!
- Leave the dog alone!
You're under arrest!
- You a cop?
- Bribe taking,
misuse of office.
- What's the matter with you?
You some kind of animal
rights crazy or something?
- Turn around!
- Oh, boy.
- Norman?
- All right, men,
disburse in pairs.
Check each building
one floor at a time.
Howard, if there's
any way that I could
be a working part of this...
- Well, your offer is understood
and appreciated, Harry,
but we're just at the
reconnaissance phase.
- Roger.
- I know you're there, Norman.
No!
I got guns!
I could just start shooting
around and hit you!
I'd kill you, Norman,
just like that!
But I'm trying to
give you this chance!
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe you're not here, Norman.
You're trying to make me beg.
Well, it's not gonna happen.
See, they'll take me
back to the hospital.
It's easy for me.
- Lieutenant.
- Hey!
I'm up here!
Just let me finish
a little business
and I'll be ready to come back!
- Damn!
- Also dead at the
scene, Tommy Joe Page,
male Caucasian.
- Request permission
for body transport.
- Is he alive?
- Everything's
shattered from the skull
to the base of his spine.
- Say I call up some stews
and we have a little party
over at my house tomorrow night?
- Still trying to get me
in trouble, huh, Tone?
You know I don't
fool around, man.
Claire as pregnant as she
is, I thought you could take on
a little squeeze
right about now.
- Man, some days this
job really don't make it.
- Maybe they won't bite.
- Thought you were
gonna be in Cleveland.
- Tell you the truth,
I got a little juiced.
Missed the plane.
- You want your
laundry, don't you?
- I almost forgot. I
talked to Richard today.
- Yeah? What'd he say?
- Said he was going to
Jamaica. Gonna take a little R&R.
He wouldn't be able to get
on that lease till after the first.
- Guy works too hard.
Still, the people with
money will wear you out.
- Yeah. Hey, got something
else of mine in there?
- What? I don't see anything.
- Hey, man.
It's not there. What the hell?
Okay, Tony, where's our stuff?
- Ricky, Ricky, you're
getting so wasted,
you're losing your digits.
It's under the wheel well.
- Damn. Let's get 'em.
- I wonder what that could be.
- We were gonna
have it out last night,
but you got home
early, you know.
You should have called me.
Scared the hell outta me
when I saw the car wasn't there.
- I cannot believe you guys
would leave that in my car.
Some pals, right?
- Mr. Innocent.
Only reason you're
ticked is you didn't scarf up
a couple of grams for yourself.
- Police! Freeze!
You're under arrest!
- You bastard!
- All right, come
on. That's enough!
- What did you expect me to do?
Take a fall for
you two pinheads?
- That's lame! You
didn't have to rat us out!
- Hey, you guys! Hey, hey, hey!
Let's go inside
and have a drink.
I got a million
friends in there.
- Pass.
- Oh, I get it. Now
I'm the bad guy, right?
Why don't the two of you take
a look at yourself in the mirror
when you're cutting
your faces in the morning!
- So he held them both
for a couple of hours
and then Page just
pumped him in cold blood.
- Norm.
I just heard. Are you all right?
- I'm breathing.
Look, Captain...
Look, I know this is your area,
but I thought I might go
by and see Mrs. Rodriguez.
I just want her to know
that he stood up there
and he didn't flinch.
He was an honor to the badge.
- I'm sure she'd
appreciate hearing that.
- Yeah, well, it's a lie,
but at least it's something.
Not tonight, okay?
- No problem.
- Boy, some stones
this guy's carrying, huh?
- I expect nothing less
from a veteran skilled officer.
- Well, that's not to say,
Howard, that you and your eaters
weren't magnificent. I
doubt that the Rangers
could have done any better.
- That's high praise indeed.
- Oh, I'm telling you, though,
the sight of that murderer
hurdling through that window...
- Yes.
- What I'm suggesting, Howard,
is, and I think that my editor
will demand that we make
some adjustment here,
because we kind of
missed on the tank,
and I got the other on film,
so I'm gonna propose that
we designate Norman Buntz
as our Warrior of the Month.
- Of course. Excellent choice.
- Heard it was pretty rough.
- Yeah, well, it wasn't tea
with the freaking Queen.
- You okay?
- I'm better.
- Robin?
I'm sending $20 to
that animal charity.
- Mick?
Oh, something's not
right. I'm bleeding a little.
Let's call a doctor.
- But then I ask myself,
why are you upset?
You joined the
department to serve,
not to become a
media personality.
But I know that that
motive is honest.
And dare I say it, selfless.
I suppose that my frustration
stems from my own weakness.
My own inability to stifle the
feelings of envy and resentment.
Not toward Norman
Buntz, but towards...
Harry Steel...
and the Warrior Review,
who took me up
to the mountaintop
and cast me down from
those Olympian heights.
- It's an absolute disgrace.
And anyway, that
magazine is terrible.
It hasn't been good for years.
- Oh, God, what a woman
you are, Ms. Ashton-Wilkes.
- I'm canceling my
subscription in the morning.
- Mr. Belker?
Would you like to come with me?
- Doctor, what's going on?
- Your baby's still alive.
As you can see,
there appears to be a
small fibroid tumor here.
And that could be the
cause of the bleeding.
And here is another.
Now, it's too soon
to tell whether or not
you will spontaneously
abort, Ms. Tataglia.
But I would advise bed rest
for at least the next 72 hours
in any event.
- What is that thing
that's moving there?
- That?
- Yeah.
- That's your baby, Mr. Belker.
He gives me one of his
repo'd Tokyo bug boxes.
- Hey, free is free, my
man. I ain't never even
got a Christmas card
from my brother-in-law.
- Free?
- Mm-hmm.
- How many times you had
to drive me to work this year?
You know how much old
Rob is making on my repairs?
That jerk is either
drunk or stoned, Neal.
- Hey!
Hey, police.
Pull around the
corner up on the curb.
- I think that's Tony Catina.
- Hi, guys. Tony Catina.
Hope we don't
got a problem here.
- See your license
and registration, Catina.
- I got a little medical
emergency here, guys.
- What kind of
medical emergency?
- Young lady who is
just gonna die if old Tony
doesn't administer mouth
to mouth pretty damn quick.
- You been drinking, Mr. Catina?
- Maybe you didn't get
the name. Tony Catina?
Play a little ball in this town.
- You aware your license
is expired, Mr. Catina?
- Oh no, really?
I guess I'm gonna get
the slammer for that, eh?
- Afraid I'm gonna have
to arrest you for suspicion
of drunk driving, Tony.
- Come on, guys.
Can't we let this slide?
You're gonna let the lady down?
Not to mention the
little kids who watch
my anti-alcohol commercial.
You're gonna break
their little hearts!
- Item Six. Temporary
assignments.
This flu bug is
still causing havoc.
Sergeant Bates, Officers
Garaldi, Kaplan and Marcos
are all at home
kissing the sheets.
And the verdict is still out
on LaRue and Washington.
As of now, Coffey's
gonna ride with Haynes.
And Winslow with Dombroski.
Item Seven.
Mick Belker's
gonna be undercover
at the East Side Animal Shelter.
- As a purebred or a mutt?
- Hey, hey, hey!
We got reports that
somebody over at the pound
is selling some of those
poor strays to research labs
where they do God
knows what to 'em.
Yeah, you don't
wanna get me started
on what I think of the
scum that's cruel to animals.
All right, Item Eight.
This is a memo from Division.
- Yeah, it's re the use of
personal electrical devices
on prisoners.
I quote,
"Departmental
regulations forbid the use
of non-issue
weapons of any kind.
The use of any personal
weapons including the use
of electrical devices other
than department-issue stun guns
will result in immediate
suspension without pay."
People, leave 'em at home.
Okay, Item... last.
Mr. Harry Steel
from Warrior Review
is here doing a profile on
our own Lieutenant Hunter
as next month's Urban Warrior.
- Okay, okay, guys.
They're getting away out there.
- And that was our first
contact with NVA regulars.
I'll tell you, tough,
disciplined troops.
Oh, they could go for
days on a handful of rice,
couple of fish heads.
Get out to Nam?
- Uh, no. I was
young and stupid.
I was a conscientious objector.
- Well, what was your
alternative service?
- The Oakland Zoo.
But then I realized,
Howard, that the real animals
are out there hijacking planes
and running wild in our streets.
- You see, morphic
metaphors precise,
all my eaters really attempt
is to keep the urban carnivores
away from the lambs.
- Well, that must be hard,
I mean, what with the teary
liberal bed-wetters
hamstringing you at every point.
I mean, no personal weapons?
- Well, it's not always easy.
- Wouldn't go to
the can without mine.
I mean, I would think that
they would be encouraging
the use of non-lethal sidearms.
You tell me.
Now, does this look
like excessive force?
We have a 9-11.
Armed robbery in progress.
C Surplus store, corner of
People's Drive and 124th Street.
- Because I can't
concentrate like this.
I want to get some
stuff straightened out.
Robin, if I could straighten
it out on the phone,
I wouldn't ask
you out for lunch.
Now, come on.
Okay, good.
Bye.
- Lieutenant?
- Yeah.
- A guy named Tim Kelley
called you about 10 minutes ago.
He'd like to see
you at his loft.
Says it's about some guy
named Tommy Joe Page.
There's the address.
- Yeah. Uh...
look, is 8:00 all right?
- I don't know if
I can get a sitter.
- I knew it. You're
backing out, right?
I got absolutely no shot
with you, am I right, huh?
- Look, I'll be honest.
I'm a little nervous about
an evening with you.
You blame me?
- Nah, I guess not.
All right, listen.
Why don't you think it
over? I won't make any plans.
And we'll talk later.
If it's yes, that's great.
If it's no, it's not a problem.
- Okay.
- Hey, Rodriguez.
Come on. Take a ride with me.
- Uh, sure.
Tell him I'll come over
Sunday right after mass.
I got to go.
Te quiero.
Let's roll.
- This is real rinky-dink.
I mean, I can understand
you giving me a ticket,
but this is really bush league.
- Address, Mr. Catina?
- 432 Carlton Terrace.
Really, you never been
there. It's downtown.
- Well, if you ever want
to get back down there,
maybe you ought to
keep your mouth shut.
- Yeah, you hit a homerun
on the breathalyzer, .15.
- Uh, excuse me.
Tony Catina, right?
- You win the prize, officer.
- Andrew J. Renko.
What's the charge?
Let me see if I can
guess. Driving while intox?
- Man's a genius.
- Well, sir, your reputation
sort of precedes you,
if you get my meaning.
This man hit 425
in the '72 series.
And had nine RBIs.
And then he won
the sports car for MVP
and him and Rick
Rodgers and let me see,
Charlie Hecksher, right?
The Three Mesquiteers
put that car in a pool
at the Langston Hotel.
I've always wanted to
ask you who was driving.
- Well, that was the
problem. Nobody was driving.
It would have
been better for you
if he'd have been driving today.
- Impound voucher
on Mr. Catina's vehicle.
- Hey, champ?
You just moved into the bigs.
Car pound just found two
oz's of rock in your trunk.
- What?
- It's on the way to the lab.
- Hold the phone
here, guys. It ain't mine.
- Sure. Car wash guy
probably left it in there.
- I'm telling
you, it ain't mine!
Maybe you guys planted it there.
Hey, my lawyer's
coming down here.
You know Richard Sherman?
Richard's gonna make
dog meat outta you guys!
- Whoa!
- You got no right to
go in man's locked trunk!
- Who's responsible for that?
It looks like water damage.
- Oh, well,
technically, the seller,
but you're getting
such a great price.
Really, I wouldn't
rock the boat, Frank.
- Frank, the view from
the bedroom is incredible.
You can see all the
way down to the water.
I like it.
- Must be the bank.
- Did you ask
about closing costs?
- No, not yet.
- I'm getting excited.
- Hi. Chris? We approved?
I don't know anything about it.
I'll talk to the Furillos
and get back to you.
- What's wrong?
- Well, there's a problem.
You were approved
for the mortgage,
but they found out you
couldn't get mortgage insurance.
No insurance, no mortgage.
- That's ridiculous. My
medical exam was fine.
- Well, I don't know
what to tell you.
The Dickersons have
to close this weekend.
There's another
offer on the table.
- Call my insurance agent.
We'll have it straightened
out by tomorrow morning.
- Better make it uend
of business today.
- Okay.
There you go.
- Bad dog, Sniper. Why'd
you run away like that?
Thanks, mister.
- That's okay.
City Hall, Room
205 for that license.
You're not gonna forget, right?
- Right.
- Okay.
- Kid's lucky.
That whole cage is going
to mutt heaven tonight.
- I'd like to adopt some dogs.
- All right.
Let's run through the
procedure with this customer.
First, have him fill
one of these out.
Then get a $5 fee for each dog.
Give him whatever he
wants on the left side cages.
I'll be up front.
Any problems, give a shout.
- Okay.
Name?
- Smith.
- Okay, Mr. Smith.
You can go ahead
and pick one out.
- That's okay. I don't
want to be any trouble.
You choose.
- You want me to
pick out a dog for you?
- I'd like four, actually,
around 10 pounds?
- You're gonna need
four adoption contracts.
You been here before?
- Me? No, not me, never.
- Ever had a dog before?
- They all died.
My kids, real sad.
- Sign each one of 'em.
By signing that,
you're promising
to give your animals
a good home.
Could you afford four dogs?
- Sure. I got my own business.
- Yeah? What kind of business?
- I'm a nutritionist.
- This guy lives around here?
- Yeah. He's got a
loft. He gets it rent-free.
- Who is he?
- Uh, he was our key witness
against Tommy Joe Page.
They used to pump gas together.
- Any idea what this is about?
- I don't know.
Maybe Page is sending
him threatening letters
from the puzzle
house. We'll find out.
- Tim. Norm Buntz.
Cover me from here.
- Keep your eye on your friend.
Now the gun, throw it down.
Hi, Norman. It's me.
The guns.
The big one and the
Derringer on the floor.
- You pull that trigger,
Page, there's no way
you will leave here alive.
- Doesn't worry me.
A sick person should
always live every minute
like it was his last.
God knows, I'm a sick person.
Incidentally, what is
your name, officer?
- Rodriguez.
- Sounds pretty shaky.
The Derringer.
Reach into that bag.
That's it, that's right.
Take out a handful.
I found this amazing
hardware store.
They had everything.
The gun, the fasteners.
I got a hammer and nails.
I don't even know what for.
Maybe we'll think of something.
Sit down, Norman.
That nice heavy chair.
I thought you'd come alone.
But I like this better.
I think we have a very
interesting situation here.
- Yeah?
Well, you enjoy
it while you can.
- Well, Norman,
since you put me in, are you
disappointed to see me out?
- I always thought
putting you in
was a bad idea, Page.
I had other plans for you.
- I'll bet you did.
I learned a lot in the hospital.
I learned to do what
people wanted me to do.
I was a model resident.
Eventually, they had
to give me privileges.
- Which you took advantage of.
- It's why I'm here, Norman.
Hungry?
- Unh-uh.
- Tim kept a full fridge.
It's all ours.
I mean, he won't be hungry.
- How'd he take it?
- He cried.
- And you liked that.
- Can't change what
we are, Norman.
This place has big closets.
That's where I stashed him.
Ole!
It's where I'm gonna
stash you, Norman.
- You look smaller, Page.
- Smaller?
- Yeah.
Like you're shrinking.
- You know, for hours in court
I used to stare at you, Norman.
And I think I know
why you dress like that.
- Hmm.
- Are you color blind?
- I don't know. I'll have
it checked, all right?
- I don't think you'll
have a chance to do that.
Wouldn't you agree
this situation's hopeless?
- Do you want money?
Just tell us what you want.
- He thinks he's a hostage.
No, I don't want money.
- He's a squeak,
Rodriguez. He's nothing.
Just stare him down.
He'll slip through
the cracks in the floor.
- Are you challenging
me, Norman?
- Go on, Rodriguez.
Tell him he's a maggot.
- You filthy maggot!
- It won't work, Norman.
I haven't even started
and he's terrified.
- Maggot!
- That's right.
There you go,
huh? You like that?
You hear that, Page, huh?
- Maggot!
- Yes, I heard your
expression of anger.
Let me just ask you something.
Later on, when
hours have passed,
and your wife puts
dinner in the oven
because you haven't come
home and she sits and waits
and worries,
do you think there's
even a remote possibility
you'll still be alive?
Just a yes or no answer.
- Yes.
Yes, and you'll be dead!
- I'm not convinced.
Are you, Norman?
- Give me a break, Richard.
- A break?
The break was my
coming way up here.
I am suing you for the
25 grand you already...
- How do you expect to collect
if I'm sitting in Harrisonville?
I'll tell you what I'll do.
I will write you a
check right now.
- Well, sorry, Tony, my
office doesn't need repapering.
- You unethical scum!
- Oh, save that team spirit
rap for the sports writers, Tony.
You forget, I know you.
- Richard, I'll give you that.
I'm no apple pie,
but this ain't right.
I'm innocent!
- Well, you'll have a
chance to convince
12 of your peers of that fact.
You see, I understand
the public defender's office
has experience in that area.
Get the man a PD.
- I don't want a public
defender, Richard!
I want the best lawyer
that money can buy!
- PD is the best he can buy!
- You buttoned-down
creep. What about the chicks,
Richard, huh? Who
got you all the girls?
- Bimbos, Tony! Third-rate
bleached blondes!
But it was fun for a time.
- Whoa, whoa! Hold it, hold it!
- Sit down!
- I'm telling you
guys, it ain't mine!
- Well, my man,
if you are clean,
then why don't
you tell us about it?
- About what?
- About your dealer, for one.
- What do I have to do?
Connect the dots for you guys?
I ain't got no dealer!
I loaned my car to a
friend while I'm in Florida.
I get back, I pick
it up, I get tanked,
you guys nail me for speeding,
and the next thing you know,
I'm public enemy
number one around here!
- Okay, okay, okay.
Who's your friend?
- Oh, that's how it
works around here, huh?
I got to give up
my two best pals
to walk on this thing?
Let me tell you goons
something. That totally stinks.
You understand me?
- Hey, you still got the
other option open, babe.
- What option?
- Do the time.
- Tony Catina, '72 series.
The Three Mesquiteers.
- You a lawyer?
- Chief of Police Daniels.
- Chief, listen, listen,
you got to help me out
in this deal, these two
guys here are flaking me.
I got to be in
Cleveland tonight.
- We got resale weight
cocaine on Mr. Catina, Chief.
- I'm sure whatever
the problem, Mr. Catina,
you'll receive the
fairest possible treatment
from these men.
- Come on!
- I wasn't expecting you.
- I'm here to have
my picture taken
with Howard for some magazine.
- I'm sure he
appreciates the effort.
- Always try to accommodate
my loyal officers.
- And what can I do for you?
- Nothing. But it
occurs to me to ask
how you're handling Mr. Catina.
- By the book.
Low key just like any
other first-time offender.
- More sniveling homilies
from the Marshal
Petain of Hill Street.
What a penchant you have
for pursuing the innocent
and slacking off on the guilty.
Tying Mr. Catina up in
his own brown jock strap,
and this department hits a
homerun against traffickers,
no matter who they are.
Well, get Public
Affairs up to speed.
This is a lot of ink.
- We're not ready
to arraign, Chief.
There's some question
as to the possession.
- Resolve it, and keep
my office informed.
- Good morning.
- What in God's name's
going on, Mr. Eeley?
I pay my bills, I
pass the physical.
I have a regular
job. So does my wife.
And we got turned
down for insurance
so we can't buy an apartment.
- Well, we would have been
happy to write your policy.
- But?
- But your application fell
outside our policy profile.
- Mr. Eeley...
I'm becoming quite angry.
- Bad IFF report.
- What's an IFF?
- Insurance Fact Finders.
It's like an insurance
credit check company.
They go around and
ask your neighbors
if you beat your
wife or sell dope.
- And what do I supposedly do?
- Oh, I have no idea.
We don't actually
get to see their files.
They just issue a yes
or no recommendation.
- Which your company
blindly follows?
- Pretty much
everybody I know does.
- Whom do I contact at IFF?
- Uh, they've got
a district office.
Try Martin Sallow.
- My editor was counting
on 20 tons of steel, Howard.
Not eight ounces of plastic.
- Well, if you could
have given me
more than a week's
notice, I could have had
everything reassembled
and polished up for you.
- It was my fault.
I was just operating
under the assumption
that the dragon
would be battle ready.
I just never thought to inquire.
- It's okay, lieutenant.
- Just as long as you
know, we are probably
going to lose the cover. Okay.
Into the lens, please. And...
Well, that's passable.
Nice. All right, again.
Okay. All right, I'd like to get
a couple of Chief Daniels
holding the facsimile.
- Me in the middle with the toy?
- It's not a toy, Chief.
It's an absolutely
accurate scale model
right down to the paint job.
Look, even the battering
ram is to regulation.
And see here? The
tread's genuine rubber.
And read the lettering:
Fletcher Daniels,
Chief of Police.
- Let's get it over
with, lieutenant.
- Thank you, Chief.
- Oh, that's lovely.
- I got the plane tickets, I
got the credit card receipts,
I got all that stuff! Doesn't
that prove I have been
in Ft. Lauderdale all week?
- They'll maintain you brought
the drugs back with you.
Or that the bag was in the
trunk of your car before you left.
- Well, what about that?
What about the trunk?
They got no right to
go in a locked trunk.
- Wrong. On impound,
they voucher for safekeeping.
- I thought you were
here to help me out.
- If we can show that the
person who borrowed your car
was a known cocaine
user, we might on the basis
of that be able to establish a
climate of reasonable doubt.
- What would that mean?
- It's a chance.
We have an issue to
argue at trial, not much fun.
- Cutting through all the
legal crap, what you're saying
is I got to rat these guys
out or I'm finished, right?
- Even then it's your
word against theirs.
And the cocaine
was found in your car.
- So you're saying I
got to set 'em up first
and then rat 'em out?
- I'm saying
that because of who you
are, you won't get probation.
The Chief won't allow it.
- The Chief of Police?
He almost asked me
for a signed ball just now.
Damn.
Damn!
Yeah.
Okay.
I think I can get
'em to cop to it.
- Mick?
- What?
- What was so urgent?
- I love you.
I love you, and this morning,
you didn't even say
goodbye to me when you left.
And ever since the day
you got kicked in the face
and I saw you in
the emergency room,
I have felt very
far away from you.
I'm sorry for the things I said
then about you and the baby.
I'm very sorry.
- I'm sorry I slapped you.
- You know how much I love you?
Sometimes I think if we
die, we could still be together.
- Look at this crappy stuff.
It's straight from a push cart.
- He wants you to
beg. Don't give him that.
Don't beg him or you're dead.
- He's going to kill us.
- He's a worm.
I'll eat this guy.
Every minute we stay
alive, our odds improve.
You just fight him.
- What odds?
We're history.
- Not me, Rodriguez.
- So, I guess you've
had a little pep talk, huh?
- I was just telling
Detective Rodriguez
what a brave guy you were.
Seven murders, three women,
10-year-old boy,
an elderly couple...
- You can try to make me
angry, Norman, but it won't work.
I'm in too good a mood.
I've had five restful years.
- They give you a lot of drugs?
- I was occasionally sedated.
Dulled your edges, Page.
You're not sharp anymore.
- How's that?
- My car. Sitting
right out there.
That's sloppy.
- This is not gonna
take that long.
It won't be a problem.
- Don't count on it.
- You know, sometimes
working under pressure
brings out the best in a man.
- You've had your fun.
Now it's time for mine.
For example, I
don't have to kill you.
I could blow your face away.
- Don't beg him, Rodriguez.
Don't beg him. He's nothing.
- Oh, God.
- Don't take him. He's nothing.
- Oh, God.
No, please. Please don't!
- Don't beg him, Rodriguez.
- I'm begging! Please
don't kill me! Please!
- There it is.
He said the magic words.
- You got three goats
in one year, see?
Now I got to verify
whether these other goats
are doing well in
their adoptive homes.
- I have a picture.
- This is you with the robes on?
These goats don't look happy.
- Well, that is the way a
goat looks when he's happy.
- You got a Polaroid?
- Camera?
- Yeah.
Go home, get today's paper.
Hold it up like this.
Get me a picture of the
goats with today's headline.
Like kidnappers do.
- Give me the damn goat, man!
Stop this nonsense!
- Listen, barn breath! No
damn picture, no damn goat!
- I want a police
dog, a mean one.
One of them Dobermans.
- Mike, why don't you take 15?
Go have some coffee.
- What about my Doberman?
- I'll take it.
- A mean one.
- I didn't mind the hospital.
In fact, there was
only one thing in my life
worth the effort of getting out.
You.
You are very special.
Oh, the things I
dreamed of doing to you.
- What? Am I
supposed to be flattered?
- You're good. You
got a hell of an act.
But I could make
you hurt so bad.
- You're getting yourself all
excited over nothing, Page.
It's never gonna work.
- It worked on him.
You heard him beg.
- I heard you beg, remember?
I made you get
down on your knees.
I pressed my gun against
the back of your skull.
You were begging me in
that tiny little voice of yours.
Please don't kill
me, please. I'm sick.
- Stop!
Now, why don't you
tell me that didn't hurt!
- That hurt. What of it?
You still got the itch, huh?
Still the long sleeves
to cover up them sores.
It's nasty.
What's that disease called?
- I could burn you in here.
- Yeah? And then what?
You'd run away and you'd
hear me laughing at you.
Hey, that's what you heard
in the hospital, wasn't it, huh?
You heard me laughing.
Like in court when they
played those tapes, huh?
You remember?
You were crying,
talking like a little boy.
Telling how your
old man used to...
Stop it! Stop!
And I was laughing. I
thought it was funny.
See, I know what this
means to you, Page.
And there's no relief, is there?
Not unless you can
put me where I had you.
- That's gonna happen right now!
- Not a chance.
- No?
You've inspired me.
It's time to get more creative.
- Time? You don't have
time. Remember the car, huh?
You're gonna lose this,
Page. 'Cause you're sloppy.
- There's nobody there.
Shut up!
- Police officer!
Who's in charge here?
- I'm Dr. Morton. I'm
in charge of this facility.
- What do you got
in the van, Doc?
- What do you mean
what's in the van?
- I mean, are you using those
dogs for lab experiments?
- Dogs?
- Dogs! Dogs! Dogs!
You're under arrest!
Turn around, both of you!
Put your hands on the
van! Spread your legs!
- Hey, Lieutenant Buntz around?
- Out since this morning.
- Well, I been sitting in the
Maja Moon for two hours
over a plate of cold goulash.
We had a sit-down.
- What can I tell you?
- Well, you can tell
Lieutenant Buntz I ain't a guy
to be treated like a fiancé.
And he owes me 9 bucks for
a Chicken Paprikash special.
- I'll see that he
gets the message.
- Do.
- Thousands of people are dying
of arteriosclerosis every year,
but you'd rather gas those
mutts than to permit me
to do fundamental
grant-level research.
- Those dogs are for pets.
- They're dogs!
You go to a supply
house, it's $35.
This way it's cheaper.
There's money for
more important things.
Maybe you'll remember
that when your arteries
are the consistency
of uncooked spaghetti.
- You pay Weaver for these dogs?
- What do you think? He
gives 'em to me for free?
- Hold both of 'em.
I'll be back later.
- Who's is it? Which one?
Rodgers or Hecksher?
- I told you, they been
buying together for years!
- Which one you give the car to?
- Charlie.
- You talk to him about
their missing possessions?
You call 'em up?
- Come on. You guys busted me
before I could go to sleep!
- Mr. Catina would like to
call and set up a meeting
with Mr. Rodgers
and Mr. Hecksher.
- Captain?
- Make your call.
- These are old
roommates of Mr. Catina's.
So you'll understand if
this is a little hard for him.
- Hey, Charlie,
what's happening?
'Course I was the one
that picked up the car.
You didn't report
it stolen, did you?
What?
You got some laundry
in the trunk? No problem.
Listen, why don't you
and the Rick man meet me
at the stadium tavern at 6:00?
Solid.
What does that
sound like to you?
Snow White?
- JD, be sure to keep
a blanket on the press.
- Yeah. Loose lips sink ships.
Oh, Tony seemed real
upset, Ms. Davenport.
- Any word on the apartment?
- Guy was supposed to be here.
- Captain?
Captain, we got a
Mr. Sallow waiting.
- Oh, good. Show
him into my office.
You got five minutes?
- Yeah, sure.
- One would think,
and maybe it's nothing,
but we just got a call
from Hill and Renko.
They spotted Lieutenant Buntz's
sedan over near those abandoned
buildings on Van Meer.
- And?
- Well, they say it was
there on their last pass by
a couple hours ago.
Plus the lieutenant's
snitch came in and said
he was supposed to have
lunch with the lieutenant
and Norman never showed.
- Was Norm alone?
- No. He took
Rodriguez with him.
Hill and Renko
are looking around.
- Well, tell them to be careful.
- Yes, sir.
- I'm gonna be released,
right? This gets totally dropped?
- Only if it works, my man.
See, it's just like
your batting average.
A long fly ball's still an out.
- Captain Furillo,
I can't actually
show you the file itself.
- Why is that?
- Well, obviously,
we have to protect
our confidential sources.
- Those sources being?
- Neighbors, friends,
business associates.
- In other words, completely
unsubstantiated material.
- We just gather facts, Captain.
- What do those
sources reveal about me?
- You must know.
- Does this have anything to
do with my being an alcoholic?
- Oh, no, no. That's fine.
But you haven't fallen
off the wagon, have you?
No. This concerns your
illness 10 years ago.
- What illness?
- Oh, come on, Captain.
Your cancer.
- I've never had cancer.
- You've never had leukemia?
- Not to my knowledge.
- This isn't a joke, Captain.
- Believe me, I'm not laughing.
- But our field
investigator verified it.
- Well, I suggest you
find your field investigator
and get this thing cleared up.
- I think that's a very
good idea, Mr. Sallow.
- Well, he might
be out of the office.
Can I use the phone?
- Does this sort of
thing happen often?
- No, no, no. Very rarely.
As a matter of fact, hardly
anybody knows about us.
- Well, I certainly
didn't. I find it appalling.
- I'm going to Film for your
medical records, Frank.
- Marty here. Get me Campanas.
You're probably gonna have
to come downtown, Captain.
And you may want to phone
your insurance guy as well.
- What were the other names?
No.
No.
No.
Spell that.
C-a-r-i-l-l-o.
That must be the guy.
Okay.
I must have gotten the
two reports mixed up.
This Carillo dude had
leukemia 10 years ago.
So if your doctor
says you never had it,
I guess you didn't.
- It's unbelievable.
- Hey, man!
I'm sorry.
I got a quota.
10 investigations a day.
I know cops never arrest
the wrong guy, right?
- Very competent
work, Mr. Sallow.
Would you call the bank and
get this thing straightened out?
- Uh, well...
Uh, well, I can
start the paperwork.
- What paperwork?
- I did a little checking.
Once a bad IFF's filed,
let's assume it's
out of their computer,
it's still got to get out of
our exchange computer
and then the explanation's
got to be inserted
into the applicant's file.
- How long?
- 60 days would be standard.
Expedited, maybe 20.
- So this unqualified jerk
working for an untouchable
company cost me a condo?
- What about paying cash?
- 20 minutes for one building?
- And it'll be dark in
another couple of hours.
- Think we ought to call for
some more manpower down here?
- What the hell you think Buntz
was doing down here anyway?
- I don't know,
but if it's romance,
he's got zero sense
of atmosphere.
- They're gone.
Maybe they think you have
a woman who lives here.
Yeah.
Yeah, you're the kind of cop
who'd have a mistress, right?
- Not your area
of expertise, is it?
- I've had women, remember?
At the trial, you
heard all the details.
- They're coming back.
You know that, Tommy.
- Unless I move the car.
- You better get going.
- You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Give a guy like
you a chance, huh?
Try to chew yourself free?
I've got a remedy for that.
You know, when
you got me, Norman,
the press made
a big thing of it.
One article even
called you a savior.
So this isn't
really out of line.
- It won't change things.
- When you feel this nail
being driven through your wrist,
you may have a
whole different attitude.
And if one doesn't work,
I've got a whole box full.
- You don't have time.
You didn't move the car.
Look at your hands shake.
You see? You're
falling apart here.
Now look at my hands.
Nothing's changed, has it?
You're still the little worm
that begged me for his life.
What's the matter? You
don't want me to see it?
I don't need to
see it. I can smell it.
What's that?
- What?
- Thought I heard a car
door slam. They're back.
- There's no one there! No one!
- So I was wrong, huh?
But they are coming.
We both know that.
Not if I move the car.
Nice and tight.
- Hey!
Didn't you forget something?
- Where's Weaver?
- In the back by
the decompression.
- Where you been?
I tell you to take 15 minutes,
you're gone three
and a half hours!
- Leave the dog alone!
You're under arrest!
- You a cop?
- Bribe taking,
misuse of office.
- What's the matter with you?
You some kind of animal
rights crazy or something?
- Turn around!
- Oh, boy.
- Norman?
- All right, men,
disburse in pairs.
Check each building
one floor at a time.
Howard, if there's
any way that I could
be a working part of this...
- Well, your offer is understood
and appreciated, Harry,
but we're just at the
reconnaissance phase.
- Roger.
- I know you're there, Norman.
No!
I got guns!
I could just start shooting
around and hit you!
I'd kill you, Norman,
just like that!
But I'm trying to
give you this chance!
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe you're not here, Norman.
You're trying to make me beg.
Well, it's not gonna happen.
See, they'll take me
back to the hospital.
It's easy for me.
- Lieutenant.
- Hey!
I'm up here!
Just let me finish
a little business
and I'll be ready to come back!
- Damn!
- Also dead at the
scene, Tommy Joe Page,
male Caucasian.
- Request permission
for body transport.
- Is he alive?
- Everything's
shattered from the skull
to the base of his spine.
- Say I call up some stews
and we have a little party
over at my house tomorrow night?
- Still trying to get me
in trouble, huh, Tone?
You know I don't
fool around, man.
Claire as pregnant as she
is, I thought you could take on
a little squeeze
right about now.
- Man, some days this
job really don't make it.
- Maybe they won't bite.
- Thought you were
gonna be in Cleveland.
- Tell you the truth,
I got a little juiced.
Missed the plane.
- You want your
laundry, don't you?
- I almost forgot. I
talked to Richard today.
- Yeah? What'd he say?
- Said he was going to
Jamaica. Gonna take a little R&R.
He wouldn't be able to get
on that lease till after the first.
- Guy works too hard.
Still, the people with
money will wear you out.
- Yeah. Hey, got something
else of mine in there?
- What? I don't see anything.
- Hey, man.
It's not there. What the hell?
Okay, Tony, where's our stuff?
- Ricky, Ricky, you're
getting so wasted,
you're losing your digits.
It's under the wheel well.
- Damn. Let's get 'em.
- I wonder what that could be.
- We were gonna
have it out last night,
but you got home
early, you know.
You should have called me.
Scared the hell outta me
when I saw the car wasn't there.
- I cannot believe you guys
would leave that in my car.
Some pals, right?
- Mr. Innocent.
Only reason you're
ticked is you didn't scarf up
a couple of grams for yourself.
- Police! Freeze!
You're under arrest!
- You bastard!
- All right, come
on. That's enough!
- What did you expect me to do?
Take a fall for
you two pinheads?
- That's lame! You
didn't have to rat us out!
- Hey, you guys! Hey, hey, hey!
Let's go inside
and have a drink.
I got a million
friends in there.
- Pass.
- Oh, I get it. Now
I'm the bad guy, right?
Why don't the two of you take
a look at yourself in the mirror
when you're cutting
your faces in the morning!
- So he held them both
for a couple of hours
and then Page just
pumped him in cold blood.
- Norm.
I just heard. Are you all right?
- I'm breathing.
Look, Captain...
Look, I know this is your area,
but I thought I might go
by and see Mrs. Rodriguez.
I just want her to know
that he stood up there
and he didn't flinch.
He was an honor to the badge.
- I'm sure she'd
appreciate hearing that.
- Yeah, well, it's a lie,
but at least it's something.
Not tonight, okay?
- No problem.
- Boy, some stones
this guy's carrying, huh?
- I expect nothing less
from a veteran skilled officer.
- Well, that's not to say,
Howard, that you and your eaters
weren't magnificent. I
doubt that the Rangers
could have done any better.
- That's high praise indeed.
- Oh, I'm telling you, though,
the sight of that murderer
hurdling through that window...
- Yes.
- What I'm suggesting, Howard,
is, and I think that my editor
will demand that we make
some adjustment here,
because we kind of
missed on the tank,
and I got the other on film,
so I'm gonna propose that
we designate Norman Buntz
as our Warrior of the Month.
- Of course. Excellent choice.
- Heard it was pretty rough.
- Yeah, well, it wasn't tea
with the freaking Queen.
- You okay?
- I'm better.
- Robin?
I'm sending $20 to
that animal charity.
- Mick?
Oh, something's not
right. I'm bleeding a little.
Let's call a doctor.
- But then I ask myself,
why are you upset?
You joined the
department to serve,
not to become a
media personality.
But I know that that
motive is honest.
And dare I say it, selfless.
I suppose that my frustration
stems from my own weakness.
My own inability to stifle the
feelings of envy and resentment.
Not toward Norman
Buntz, but towards...
Harry Steel...
and the Warrior Review,
who took me up
to the mountaintop
and cast me down from
those Olympian heights.
- It's an absolute disgrace.
And anyway, that
magazine is terrible.
It hasn't been good for years.
- Oh, God, what a woman
you are, Ms. Ashton-Wilkes.
- I'm canceling my
subscription in the morning.
- Mr. Belker?
Would you like to come with me?
- Doctor, what's going on?
- Your baby's still alive.
As you can see,
there appears to be a
small fibroid tumor here.
And that could be the
cause of the bleeding.
And here is another.
Now, it's too soon
to tell whether or not
you will spontaneously
abort, Ms. Tataglia.
But I would advise bed rest
for at least the next 72 hours
in any event.
- What is that thing
that's moving there?
- That?
- Yeah.
- That's your baby, Mr. Belker.