"[Man] I heard three shots." "[Police Radio Chatter]" "[Calletano] Frank, it's terrible." "Let me have a look." "The I.D. Is still tentative." "I can't be the one to make it positive, but I think so." "How well did you know her, Frank?" "Just casually." "Did she resist her assailant?" "No witnesses." "Seems to me like she and her companion... were nailed coming through the door." " Kill and rob." " Her companion?" "George Hobart." "We got him out ofhere a minute ago in critical condition." "Ayoung male was seen running to a car." "Flashy jacket." "Maybe gang colors." "Nobody got a license or a make." "I want Howard Hunter in my office first thing in the morning." "[Calletano] All right." " [Man] Does she have family here, Frank?" " No." "I don't know." "She was from out of state." " So who do we call for an I. D?" " I know a close friend." "Joyce-Yeah." "Li-Li-Listen." "I have some bad news." "Item Eight." "We had a bad one last night, people." "Pamela Gilliam was shot to death in an attempted robbery... outside a neighborhood restaurant on Jefferson." "Her companion was critically wounded." "Some of you may have known Miss Gilliam... in her capacity as a public defender... others in her private work with young offenders." "For those of you who didn't, suffice it to say... we've all suffered a grievous loss." "As part of a subsequent operation... the captain would like the following teams to remain after roll call:" "Bates, Coffey, Schoelkopf, Walsh, Prentiss, Militello." "[Clears Throat] Item Nine." "It appears that congratulations are in order for one of us." "Uh, late yesterday afternoon... the Black Police Officers Coalition met to elect its annual congress." "Officer Hill, conspicuous by his non-presence... was nominated vice president in absentia... by Lieutenant Ozzie Cleveland of Midtown..." " and duly elected by a convincing margin." " [Cheering, Applauding]" "I, for one, am certain Officer Hill... will contribute magnificently to the new administration... and stand as a sterling example of Hill Street fortitude and diplomacy... race-wise, police-wise and otherwise." " [Hill] All right." "That's it." " All right." "That's it." "Let's roll." "And hey!" "Hey!" "Let's be real, real careful out there." "[Chattering]" "Must be some kind of a damn mistake." "I don't want to run for any vice president." "I wasn't even there." "What the hell is- What's the number at Midtown?" "It's written on the wall there." "You know, I was elected sergeant at arms in high school once." "I punched out two other guys to get that." "Okay, Renko." "Lieutenant Cleveland." "Hey, I want to report 57 people being held hostage in an apartment building." " Fifty-seven?" "Where?" " Yes, sir. 2642 Richmond." "A guy by the name of Sosa and his two goon sons are responsible." " Are they armed?" " Yeah, you could say that." "He's got the title to the building." " I don't understand, sir." " Well, it's simple." "You buy yourself a rent-controlled building where people have fixed incomes." "Then you gotta get 'em out to jack up the price." "So you let the furnace break down, the toilets back up and let the rats run free." "And you do cute little things, like put glue in the mail box so nobody can get in there." "And then if you complain, he tells the tenants, if you don't like it, take a walk." " You live at this address, Mr. " " Bustamonte, Joe." "Yeah." "We're new tenants." "You reported any of this to the Department of Buildings?" "What, are you kidding?" "So they can condemn the building?" "Then what?" "Mr. Bustamonte, as soon as I can free somebody..." "I'll have the matter investigated." "Leave the information with the khaki officer." "Thank you." "Mr. Bustamonte, I'm not entirely clear... as to the criminal nature of whatever it is." "Harassment, 140.25." "Criminal mischief, 140.40." "Penal code." "Class "C" misdemeanors." "I'm a law student." "Don't look so impressed." "We'll do our best, Mr. Bustamonte." " I tell ya, the guy's crazy." " [Man Shouting]" "The lizards are attacking me!" " The lizards are attacking me!" " [People Shouting]" "[Shouting, Indistinct]" "No!" "Get away from me!" " [Shouting Continues] - [Shouting Continues]" " Get security down here!" " Stay back now!" " [Shouting Continues]" " Put it down!" "Put it down!" "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" "They'll never get me!" "They'll never get me!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "They'll never get me!" "No!" " They'll never get me!" "No!" " [Growling]" " [Growling Continues] - [Shouting Continues]" "[Woman On Radio] Dispatch." "We have a 9-11." "Armed robbery in progress." "See surplus store, corner People's Drive, 124th Street." "It's unfortunate, but a lot of cheap-shot politics... are gonna come out of this one." "She was black, and she was prominent." "She comes from a highly respected family." "Certain people in certain positions... are already demanding a quick and easy solution." "I don't need to tell you who's expected to get it for them." " [Chalk Screeches] - [Officers Groan]" "Damn calcium-carbonate impurities." "[Spits]" "According to Ballistics, Miss Gilliam was shot with a.45 automatic." "That's an expensive piece for a kid... so the killer's likely to try to hold on to it." "Somebody saw gang colors at the scene." "Inasmuch as it's Royal Blood turf... we figure their Hodge Street playground hangout is as good a place as any to start." "The D.A. Says we can sweep it... ask questions, conduct a stop-and-frisk." "If the gun's in the park, we're gonna find it." "Captain, how hard can we pat 'em down?" "If it's hard enough to dent a skull, pull it." "Our right to frisk, in this instance... extends only so far as protective necessity... so let's try to keep it clean, okay?" "If we do find any evidence, we don't want it kicked back on a technicality." "Lieutenant Hunter will fill you in on the specifics." "Thank you, Captain." "[Clears Throat]" "It's a joint operation, people." "Emergency Action Team and regular forces working in unison... to achieve a maximum tactical effect." "Our objective is the Hodge Street playground." "Now, this is a formidable playground... but by no means an impregnable one." "I plan to deploy you much in the same way..." "Hannibal deployed his Nubians when taking the seawall at Syracuse." "We have 20 uniforms and detectives now." "We'll have five more by this afternoon." "This one" "You want miracle results, get me a miracle budget." "[Woman On TV]... professional beliefs in an interview recorded last month." "Tell me, how do you reconcile yourjob with your own personal gut feeling... that crime should be punished?" "Sometimes it isn't easy." "Doubts concerning one's client are inevitable for any public defender." "I'm sure any D.A. Has parallel doubts about witnesses, police officers." "Fortunately, we've got a judicial system... which leaves the ultimatejudgment up to a jury of one's peers." "My role as a public defender is simply to facilitate that process... by giving my client the best possible defense the law allows." "I do have occasional doubts about my job." " But all in all, I believe in this clumsy, overloaded system." " Henry." "[Man On TV] Thank you." "We're working on it, Joyce." "I hardly recognized her down at the coroner's, Frank." "Her hair was all tangled." "[Sniffles]" "Isn't that crazy?" "That's what got to me most." "She was always so meticulous about it." "You ever wished you had been there when it happened, with a gun?" "We live in the freest, most secure society in the world... and you can get blown away... just because... you just happened to leave a restaurant at the wrong time." "What's happening in this country?" "Listen to me, the crusading public defender." "What if the animal who did this is somebody..." "I helped put back on the streets because of some legal technicality?" "How's Hobart?" "Out of surgery." "That's all I know." "I'm scared, Frank." "I'm really scared." "We'll get 'em, Joyce." "I promise you." "I'd like to stay here for a little while, if I could." "Sure." "Stay as long as you want." "[Door Opens, Closes]" "[Siren Blaring]" "What are you doing to me, Ozzie?" "I didn't ask for this post." "Hell, I didn't even know I was nominated till two hours ago." "All I did was throw your hat in the ring, Bobby." "It's not my fault you came up a winner." "I've got other interests in my life right now, Ozzie." "I don't want to be active in politics." "Ozzie, it's not like I don't support the goals of the coalition." "It's just" "Ozzie, I would make a lousy vice president anyway." "Well, it appears that 284 of your fellow black officers feel differently." "Seeing as how I got in on your coattails..." "I'd say that's more of a testament to your popularity than mine." "You're wrong, Bobby." "Sure, I endorsed you." "Quite strongly, in fact." "But in the end result, it was you they voted for." "Ozzie, you're just gonna have to find yourself another man." "I know, Bobby." "I felt the same way... when I was first nominated to the presidency six years ago." "Why make waves?" "Maybe a few enemies." "There's always some other guy who'll take up the slack." "But let me tell you something." "If every one of us had copped the same attitude... there wouldn't be a coalition in the first place." "In which case, I seriously doubt you'd be standing there in that uniform right now." "Wait a minute, Ozzie." "I may owe you guys a few back dues... but these blues are bought and paid for with more than just my money." "Do you have any idea how many blacks were on the job... before the coalition was founded 18 years ago?" " No, I" " Twenty-four in the entire city!" "Within four years of our quota hiring proposal... that figure jumped to 180." " Ozzie, don't" " And that is just the beginning." "Do you realize that of the present black enrollment of 384... there are only three ranking officers in the whole department?" "Three!" "Hill Street has none." "But we are bringing that up to quota too." "We could use you, Bobby." "But if you don't want the responsibility, I understand." "I just thought you should know who your friends are." "Right this way, Mr. Simms." "Mr. Goldberg has been one of our leading manufacturers... of ladies' apparel for the past 10 years now." "Our crepe de chine blouson has been featured in Cosmo magazine last month." "I bet the coolies got a big bang out of that." "[LaRue] So what, Sidney?" "Fourteen percent of nothing is still nothing." "Huh?" "Hey, you can burn 'em in the street for all I care." "I wouldn't wrap a sick dog in those schmattas." "It's Rosniak." "He's trying to unload 5,000 yards of Flip rayon on me." "You ever try to work with Filipino rayon?" "I can't say that I have." "This is Eddie Simms, Mr. Goldberg, the fella I was telling you about." "Hey." "Hey, terrific." "Nice to meet you, Eddie." "You, uh, bring the party supplies, or what?" "No." "Actually, Mr. Goldberg, I was here to discuss... a profit sharing plan for your employees out front." "[Laughing]" "Good." "That's very, very good." "I like this guy already." "Hey, and you can stop that "Mr. Goldberg" crap, Eddie." "My name is Stan, huh?" " Stan, feast your eyes on this." " [Whistles]" "Stuff this pure, a lot of dudes would have jumped on with everything but hiking boots." "Hasn't been touched by human hands since Bogota." "You mind if I run this up the flagpole?" "Be my guest." " If you don't mind my asking, Stan" " Hmm?" "What is a big-time garment manufacturer like yourself doing... buying eight ounces of Colombia flake?" "[Chuckles] I got a 19-year-old wife." "She goes through this stuff like breath mints." "And her friends" "Our place is like a regular convention on weekends." "First rate, Mr. Goldberg." "First rate." " Uh, how much you say this was?" " Eight ounces, 2,250 per." "Eighteen grand even." "[Clicks Tongue]" "On second thought, why don't you just empty the safe?" " What the hell is this?" " [Eddie] It's called a rip-off, Stan." "Let's go." "In the briefcase." "Move!" "Big-time dope expert, huh, Crimmins?" "I thought you told me this guy was okay." "I didn't know, Mr. Goldberg." "I thought he was cool." "Yeah." "You're fired, you hear me?" "You're through." "When I get done with you, you won't be able to get a job as a seamstress!" "[Gun Cocks]" "Nice doing business with you, lovers." "[Door Opens]" "The feeling's mutual, cupcake." " Hey, are you cool, babe?" " No sweat, Cal." "Belker's down there." "[Growling]" "[Sirens Blaring]" "[Clamoring]" "[Yelling]" "Come, my tan-faced children." "Follow well in order." " Get your weapons ready." " [Police Radio Chatter]" "Have you your pistols?" "Have you your sharp-edged axes, pioneers?" "0 pioneers." "[Sighs]" "Judging from the literacy rate at this corner of the globe..." "I doubt they'd recognize Walt Whitman if he fell in their rib sauce." "This is bogus, man." "Every time something happens... you come down here and you jump on us." "Whoa!" "Do you believe this?" "Why don't you stuff it?" "I'm studying to be a dentist." "[Whirring]" "This is madness." "They got murders uptown, man... but I don't see you frisking the stock exchange." "Well, how many brokers do you know hold up their pants... with a Harley Davidson primary chain?" " It's a look." " Hey, you're breaking my arm." "Hey, be nice." "This is no picnic for us either." "Is this a look too?" "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." " [Man] What is this?" " Webster." " Don't push me." " If that's your mama, tell her she hurt my back bad last night." "Bring in the backup transport." "It's starting to look like the N.B.A. Play-offs here." "Only queens tuck trousers in their boots, chief." "Any.45 automatics in there, Coffey?" "No, sir." "Just the usual- Saturday night specials... flare guns, stuff like that." " Mmm." " [Officer] You keepin'count?" " Just up into the bed." "Watch your head." " Sit down and be quiet." "[Chuckles] It's the Walther P.P.K. Of the methadone set." "Judas H." "These people have about as much appreciation for small arms weaponry..." " as a Marseilles pimp." " [Clanging]" "[Over P.A.] Stay right where you are there, young man." " Would you please retrieve that person, Coffey?" " Yes, sir." "[Engine Starts]" "Turn it off." "Turn it off." "Get out of the car." "What have we here?" " My goodness, a Caribbean toothpick." " Ooh!" "I imagine we'd be making a big mistake if we didn't arrest this felon, eh, Ballantine?" " Yeah, I'll pop the trunk." " No, stay right there." "This one we'll tow directly to Impound and search it there." " Say what?" " Say what?" "That's impound procedure, Ty." "You wouldn't want us to leave all your worldly goods... in a garage overnight without a proper inventory." "Come on." " Say what." " Say what." "What is this world coming to?" "The departmental lot was bumper to bumper, Frank, per usual, I might add." "We were therefore compelled to use the licensed impound facility... of one Barnard T. Kazmarek." "Fine, Howard, just so long as it's by the book." "Schmeltzer is just emerging from the rear of the vehicle, even as we speak, Frank... with what appears to be- Schmeltzer, come here- a set of bongos, a baseball bat" "Ah!" "Two sharpened Afro-American combs." "Spare me the play-by-play, Howard." "Just phone me here at the station if you find anything the least bit relevant." "Looks like a department store in here, sir." "Kudos, Ballantine." "But it's not the least bit relevant to the matter at hand." "Are there any small arms in there?" "Doesn't appear to be." "Just radios and tape decks and the like." "Well, let's check the spare tire well, shall we?" "Good call, sir." "Three.45s, automatic." "Get 'em down to Ballistics posthaste, Ballantine." "If we get lucky, I'll let you ride point on the next maneuver." "[Chattering]" " Thomas." " Renko." " Two sandwiches, two coffees." " What do you got there?" " Cherries jubilee." " Yo, Hill." "Think you could sit with the brothers?" "We got a few matters to get straight." "Uh, yeah." "Yeah." "I can do that." "Say, Renko, I'm gonna go and sit with the brothers for" " No problem." " Yeah." "Yep." "Well, it's not that I'm denying the Afro-Americans their inalienable right... to gather and converse about their problems... to sort of bring themselves out of the poisonous oppression... they have endured through these many years... but I have been eating lunch with that guy for three and a half years." "You're just gonna have to cool it, Renko, because you are married to a politician now." "In 1965 we had seven-tenths of one percent brothers at detective two or above." "1973, 5.2." "This year we're down to 4.8." "Vernon, I'm not arguing your numbers, man." "I'm just saying that before we start issuing ultimatums... we better make sure we can back 'em up." "You know why you got elected, bro?" "Because Ozzie Cleveland knew that you don't offend people." "Well, I want to offend people." "I don't care about eating lunch with them." " Just give me what's mine, Jack." " Okay, Bobby." "Let's go." "Oh, yeah." "Wait, Renko." "This is Vernon Lee, one of the founders of B.O.C." " This is my partner, Andy Renko." " What's happenin', bro?" "[Laughing]" " You coming?" " Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I just want to talk to the guys awhile." "You wanna pick me back up?" "Old European tradition- shaking hands." "Never knew there was much improvement needed on it." "Hmph." "There's a fascinating article in here entitled "Castration by Design"... about our Panama Canal fiasco." "You realize we may as well have given Cleveland to the Russians." "What would be so bad about that?" " Have you got something alive" " I got a pet mouse." "I remember in Danang we had a pet Komodo lizard." "We kept it near the interrogation room." "Ate an entire chicken once." "I notice you're fond of fauna." "I love animals, Lieutenant." "They're loyal, they're reliable." "I think they're much more giving of affection than humankind." "He's cute, isn't he?" "Oh, you like smoked fish head, you little guy." "[High-Pitched Voice] Gotta eat your protein." "Grow very, very big." "Very, very good for you." " His name is Mickey." " [Chuckles]" " Fascinating creatures- rodents." " Yeah." "Indeed, there's some top-drawer research now... that indicates that mice in confined spaces... exhibit the same kind of sociopathic disorders... that you find in your third-world brown types." "Not this little fella, Lieutenant." "Have you ever noticed how some dogs immediately take to fire engines?" "Well, this little guy's got a real talent for police work." "I met him on a stakeout." "Just the two of us up in an attic... alone for nine hours." "The whole time this little guy never made a peep." " Fascinating." "Simply fascinating." " Mm-hmm." "A symbiotic relationship." "I'm training him to sniff out drugs." "You know, marijuana, cocaine." "I think I gave him a little too much last night." "He really got wiped out." "Didn't want to come to work this morning." "[Chuckles]" " His name is Mickey?" " Yeah." " Mouse?" " Not Mickey Mouse, Mickey Belker." "I tell you, Lieutenant, I just love this little guy." "Hey, Mick, great collar today." "[Whimpers]" "[Growling]" "[Men Laughing]" "So, listen, they call my Caddy the Yom Kippur Clipper." "It not only stops on a dime, it gets out, goes, picks it up." " Hi, Henry." " Fay." " Hey, see those guys?" " [Chattering]" "We're talking bargain basement of the legal profession." "They're still making 60 grand and hitting Aruba twice a winter." "I'm as smart as they are." "I work twice as hard... and I take my life in my hands every day I come to work." "You should've listened to your mother and gone to law school, Henry." " I thought you guys were gonna help." " We've been a little busy." "You're a little bit late." "Mrs. Keitel sends her regards from the hospital." "Seems she fell down and broke her hip." " The bannister collapsed." " Oh, brother." "By the way, for your information, I talked to Sosa." "You know what he said to me? "It's not only 73-year-olds who can break a hip."" "It could happen to me too, if I'm not too careful." "I completely forgot." "Me too." "I'll go over there." "There's a major, uh- [Sniffing]" "Snowfall in the garment district every day, gentlemen." "Mm-hmm." "And your client wants to help with the cleanup." "Very civic-minded ofhim, counselor." "Well, let's just say that, uh, Mr. Simms is privy... to a great amount of information... which, with the appropriate promises... assurances" "We'll have to talk to our captain, Mr. Wachtel." "[Door Opens, Closes]" "[Man] This littleJewish guy gets hit by a car, right?" "Ambulances coming, people crowding all around." "It doesn't look good for him." "[Chuckling]" "Now, this Irish cop comes over, puts a blanket on top of him... balls up a jacket, puts it under his head and says to him..." ""Are you comfortable?" Right?" "LittleJewish guy opens up his eyes, looks at him and says..." ""I make a nice living, thank you."" " [Men Laughing]" " Hey, answer me this." "You guys do anything at all for your 80 bucks an hour?" "Anything?" "It's a disgrace and an embarrassment, Frank." "I mean, here I am, the newest member of WAD... and my own ex-husband's precinct hasn't got a single ranking black officer." " "WAD"?" " Women Against Discrimination." " It's Midge Dolson's group." " Midge Dolson, the lesbian?" "Oh, Frank, that hasn't got anything to do with it." "I just mean she's a radical activist." "She is an angry, concerned citizen of the community." "When I read about her and her WAD, I went right over there to join up." "Oh, Fay, just because you've had... some disappointments with the men in your life" "Well, I'm not planning to become a lesbian, if that's what you're thinking." " And I'm certainly not gonna burn my bra." " That's a relief." "Frank, I came here to warn you." "That's all." "We are a wraparound support group." "Midge wants us to come out strongly for the Black Officers Coalition." "Well, in view of this precinct's abysmal lack of black equality... you're gonna get a lot of steam from us." "Appointments come up through the department." "I don't hire or fire anyone." "Excuse me, Captain." "Our suspect's lawyer is interested in a deal." "Why don't you ask him what he thinks about it?" "Fay, please." "What are they offering?" " They didn't get specific." " Tell him we'll have to talk to the D.A." "You want to try to pin him down before I make a call?" "You wanna talk to him now?" "He's right out here." "Oh, it's all right." "I've got to go." " Hi." " Hi." "So, Frank, don't say I didn't warn you." "Oh, by the way, I'd love for you to meet Midge." "She's wonderful." "Wouldn't mind a one-night stand with that, huh?" "Nice pillows." "Ballistics for you, Frank, on 19." " Furillo." " [Man] Captain Furillo?" " Yes." " We got the.45." "Yeah-Thanks." "We have the gun that killed Pam Gilliam." "Based on the evidence, counselor, we're prepared... to press first-degree murder charges against your client." "My client here, Mr. Bragg... maintains he knows nothing about the shooting of Miss Gilliam." "Mr. Bragg can maintain all he wants." "The fact remains the murder weapon was found in the trunk of his car." "So, unless he has something to add, we're prepared... to turn him over for arraignment." "[Attorney] You do everything I tell you to do." " [Whispering]" " All right." "Uh, my client..." "Mr. Bragg here... informs me he may have some things to say." "But we've gotta stop talking about murder one, Captain." "I can't promise you anything." "But if he wants to tell us who his accomplice was, maybe we can work something out." "Assistant D.A. Zeiger's in the next room on another matter." "Why don't you two talk it over while I get with him?" "[People Coughing]" "[Bustamonte] Who is it?" "Sergeant Goldblume from Hill Street." "[Lock Unlocking]" "Listen, I did my bit." "You're the people that are supposed to do something." " I got a wife." "I got to study." " Hey!" "Look, I just want to run down a few of the allegations before I talk to Mr. Sosa." "Or at least get the names of the harassed tenants." "I wish you wouldn't have knocked on my door." " Mr. Bustamonte, this was your complaint." " Well, I'm sorry." "I've already wasted half my day on this." "I'm in the middle of exams." "Thanks." "[Lock Locks]" "What's your problem?" "I'm looking for a Mr. Sosa." "We're all Sosa." "What do you want?" "I'm Sergeant Henry Goldblume, Hill Street station." "We've received some complaints about the building... and I was hoping maybe we could talk for a few minutes." "Talk?" "About what?" "[Chuckles]" "Talk to my lawyers." "Who's complaining anyways?" "Mr. Sosa, I've been in here less than five minutes." "I've already seen at least eight code violations." "Now, a woman was seriously injured here today." "You got a warrant?" "No warrant." " Get out of here." "Beat it." " I don't need a warrant to be in a public hallway." "What, are you making the rules up as you go?" "This is my building, my hallway, my tenants." " Beat it." " Take a good look at that, gentlemen." "It may still be possible to settle this without a criminal prosecution." "You're bluffing." "You ain't got nothing." "Excuse me." "Next time, wise guy, call my lawyers!" "Can I give you some help with those?" "Ma'am, I'm a police officer." "I'd like to talk to you about conditions in this building." "Don't you worry about anything, sweet stuff." "Pete here will give you a hand." "Mr. Simms is not totally out of touch with reality, gentlemen." "And he feels, as I do... that his interests will best be served by some sort of creative settlement." "You want me in County a couple of months for show, I can dig that." " But you gotta guarantee me no hard time." " [Scoffs]" "I've turned over on so many guys, you send me upstate, I'm dog meat." "What kind of arrangement are we talking about, Mr. Wachtel?" "Hey, come on." "Look, we got a first-rate bust on a third-rate sleaze, Captain." "Possession, possession with intent, rob one." " Let's not throw this away." " Gentlemen... can we negotiate this somewhere in private?" "[Chattering]" "That's a shame about Pam Gilliam- Hell of a bright girl." "What a bod." "Legs all the way up to her zotz." " Ray, my o" " Five minutes, Frank." "Clark and Sanchez brought in a rape suspect." " We had no place else to put him." " How about the old toilet, huh?" "Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak." "Yeah, hell of a woman-Joycie." "You should've seen her first year at law school." " I mean, what a number." " [Belker] Don't squeeze it so hard." " [Coffey] It won't fit if I don't." " Just be gentle." " It's stiff as a board." " The new department, huh, Frank?" "What's going on in there, Mick?" "Having a little funeral, Captain." " I killed his mouse by accident." " [Laughing]" " [Growling]" " Could you make it snappy?" "We need a little privacy." "Sure, Captain." "[Water Splashes]" "Good-bye, little fella." "[Toilet Flushes]" "Excuse me, Captain." "The nuts are taking over the asylum." "Now, you check my arithmetic, Wendell... but it's a classic case of little fish, big fish." "Now, I got a middle level coke dealer..." "I could probably spring on entrapment... but he doesn't want to take the chance." "Now, that gives your side and our side... a mutuality of interest in the bigger fish." " What's your guy willing to take?" " "B" misdemeanor." "Maybe an "A"." "Couple a years probation." "And before you guys give me any phony groans... my client is ready to hand over possibly the largest P.C.P. Lab in the state." " Interested?" " Frank?" " If it pans out." " Let's keep talking, Allan." "[Sighs]" "Damn bladder infection's killing me." "Leastwise, I hope it's bladder, because if it's prostate again, I" "Anyway, I'll pass the word on to my client that there's a deal in the works, huh?" "Wendell, Frank, a pleasure as always." "Oh, Wendell, wh" "While I have you here, I could use your input on another negotiation." "What is this, Let's Make a Deal?" "We may have a line on the kid who shot Pam Gilliam." "I was there." "I was there." "But I didn't know about no gun he had or nothing like that." "Who's "he"?" "What's the name?" "Uh, uno momento there, Captain." "Before we say another word..." "I've gotta know my client's not gonna be charged with first degree." "I just spoke to Assistant D.A. Bernstein, whose case this is." "In return for the name of the shooter... and assuming the surviving witness's testimony corroborates... the district attorney will be disposed towards a plea of second degree... or maybe even voluntary manslaughter for Mr. Bragg." "That offer is alive for exactly one hour." "It's all right." "Listen, just tell 'em what they wanna hear." "Trust me." "Do as I tell you." "All right." "Wilbur." "Wilbur Harmon." "310 Jefferson Street." "Apartment 3-B." " Get a warrant, Ray, and let's bring him in." " All right." "[LaRue]Just once I'd like to see one of these things come down clean." " Lfhe kicks this one up" " I don't think he'll let it happen." "Gentlemen, so you'll know... we traded your coke dealer for a P.C.P. Lab." " You want it?" " Yes, sir." "Sounds good to me, Captain." "11:00 tomorrow morning, Jerry Fuchs's office over at Division." " It's a joint operation." "He'll set it up." " We'll be there." "All right." " Ready?" " Kick it!" "All right!" "Hold it right there!" "[Chattering]" "No statement." "No statement." " Do you know who is the suspect?" " [Chattering Continues]" "Don't let this one get away, Frank." "I want his head on a stake in the middle of Dekker Avenue." " [Country] - [Bells Dinging]" " Hey, LaRue." " Hey, Bobby." " Cowboy." " What are you, a sadomasochist... going to the Sports Arena in your uniform?" "Aw, man, I can't go." "I got a recruitment meeting tonight." "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "I got tickets here- scalped." "Thirty dollars a docket." "Look here." "Tickets." "Hey, I'm really sorry, cowboy." "Look, if you can't sell mine outside, I'll give you the bread for it." "No." "I think I'd rather just go and sit there all alone, watch the game." "I said I was sorry." "I guess I just don't understand this sudden political activism." "That's all." "I didn't go looking for it." "You know that." "But it's on my hands now." "I'm sorry if you feel left out." "But the B.O.C. Is important, not only for me, but for every black in the department." "Please stop." "Those people have sold you a can of pork and beans, buddy." "Nobody sold me anything." "All right." "If this is about... my precocity for telling ethnic-type jokes all the time, then I" "It's not about your lousy jokes, Renko." "I'm used to your lousy jokes." "Actually, come to think of it, yeah..." "I'm sick and tired of your lousy jokes." "Heard you and Neal Washington tell a lot worse jokes than I tell you." "But that's between ourselves." "So what are you saying here?" "You saying you're closer to him than you are to me?" "Is that what you're saying?" "Is that it?" "I don't know what I'm saying, but I gotta get through it, Renko." "And a little understanding on your part... would certainly go a hell of a long way right now." "Understand what?" "Get through what?" "You don't know what the hell you're talking about." "I'm doing what I have to do, Renko." "If you can't support that... and if you can't live with it, then I don't know" "Go!" "Just go." "Lover's quarrel?" " No." "More like irreconcilable differences." " [Chuckles]" "It happens, my man." "I'll tell ya, Andy." "Life's kind of like a yo-yo." "The big guy upstairs is the Duncan Royal man." "You're up, you're down." "Myself" " Right now things couldn't be better." "I'm on a hell of a case." "P.C.P. Lab." "Biggest one in the state." "What are you drinking?" "To tell you the truth,J.D., I don't much feel like socializing right now." "It is not healthy to drink alone." "Take it from an expert." "Come on." "What are you having?" " Shot and a beer." " Yo, Ace, shot and a beer." "Twice." "J.D., are you, uh- Are you off the wagon now?" "Eh, you know what the problem was?" "Lousy self-image." "I couldn't face myself." "Booze wasn't the problem." "I was the problem." "I don't have to duck out anymore." "Things are different now." "Hey, I like myself, huh?" "I'm not gonna hurt myself." "No way." "I can handle it now." "Cheers, huh?" "[Sighs]" "Cheers." "You know, I've sprung kids like Wilbur Harmon dozens of times." "On technicalities, on making cops look like liars." "This one was on the streets because Rob Praegerson... got an armed robbery second kicked down to a misdemeanor assault." "When he found out it was Harmon who killed Pam... he went out, got drunk, then came back to the office and resigned." "Can't say I blame him either." "I'm thinking of quitting myself." "That won't make the problem go away." "At least I won't have to be a part of it." "I just don't know if I can walk into an interrogation room again... and look into one of those kids' faces without wondering... who he's going to kill next time." "We teach them law is a game." "It's easy to play." "Then we go home... watch the news, lock our doors and windows and lie awake... frightened to death, wondering what's happening to the quality of our lives." "It just isn't fair." "She was so young... so special." "Oh, God, I'm gonna miss her so terribly." "[Mews]"