Fort Apache the Bronx

Hey, check this out.

She's been working

the night shift.

Ain't she freezin'?

She's so wacked,

she thinks she's in the Bahamas.

Here she comes.

You been partyin', baby?

Sh*t, I been partyin'

all the time.

I'm a party girl.

Well, party on home, baby.

Take a little rest.

Rest? I don't need no rest.

I'm on the case, you know?

Y'all wanna come party with me?

Not now, baby.

I got somethin' fine...

for New York's finest.

Well, we're on the job.

Sh*t, I'm on my J-O-B too...

just like you.

Sh*t, an important job.

Y'all just take a look at this.

What is this,

the gunfight at OK Corral?

As long as there's cop killers around,

I'm gonna be ready.

Don't make no difference how many guns

you got. You only got two hands.

Murphy don't need no hardware.

All you gotta do is breathe

on the suckers, and they give up.

You can't get your man with six bullets,

you might as well go in with a tank.

Anybody know those two guys?

Loomis was in the car with us,

wasn't he?

Just out of the academy.

The other one too.

He was a rookie too?

What was his name?

What difference does it make?

They still had their coffee

in their hands when they got it.

The head and the face,

almost point-blank range.

Sounds like a hit.

Look at Beau Brummell over there.

They could be dropping bombs

on the Bronx...

and he'd be standing there figuring out

what jockey shorts went with his tie.

Jealous. Typical bust-out

cop reaction, you know?

A guy's got a little style,

tries to rise above his circumstances...

and you gotta knock him.

That's what we need,

a cop with style.

I ain't no 20-year man

like you, baby.

Look at the threads in there.

I'm dressing for success.

I got a self-image, man.

Here he is, ladies and gentlemen.

The Million Dollar Mouth.

Wait until I cruise up here

in my Bentley. Yeah, Bentley.

Grab him!

Get the needle out of his arm!

- Hey, mofo, I ain't no junkie, man.

- Give me some help here!

Come on. Knock it off.

- What's the charge?

- Indecent exposure.

Just showing his face

is indecent exposure.

Next patient.

Goddamn switchboard's out again.

I'll take a look at it.

Pantuzzi, I'll need a car tomorrow

to get my junk outta here.

- You think you can arrange that?

- Yes, sir.

We're gonna miss you, boss.

In two days, you won't even

remember what I look like.

Maybe in my last couple of days

you can stop the bullshit.

It's all right, though.

You guys had it easy with me.

This new guy'll

cut you to pieces.

Who's the new guy?

Captain Dennis Connolly.

I heard of him.

He's a headquarters guy.

Been kissing ass so long,

he wipes his nose with toilet paper.

Oy vay!

A headquarters hero.

I give him three months up here.

We lost two guys

on the 8-to-4 today.

I'm sure youse all know about it.

Got the reporters outside...

and there's a special unit from downtown

that's working on the squeal.

They'll all be gone in a couple

of hours, and we'll still be here.

Now, until we clear this thing...

we're moving targets.

That's those of us that move.

It's not a good idea

to let the folks up here know...

it's open season on cops.

Now, you guys, every one of you,

got your stoolies.

Canvas your sectors,

toss everybody.

And never mind from downtown.

It's on us to get

some information on this.

It'll be our asses if we don't.

Okay? Enough said.

All right.

Got a rape of an 11 -year-old girl.

Suspect described as

black male, 6' 6"...

240 pounds, still at large.

Victim has provided

a sketchy description.

It's over at the desk.

We got complaints on a crap game

in back of St. Anselmo's.

The sisters called it in.

That's sector Adam,

Boyd and Williams.

Don't move it.

Bust it. All right?

We gotta let 'em know they leave

the church and the grounds alone.

Track star on Brockton.

This is a skinny dude

with felony shoes...

and a World War I pilot's cap.

Right? Snatching purses

from the welfare ladies.

Now, as you probably know,

Captain Dugan is retiring.

He's been replaced

by Captain Dennis Connolly.

We were gonna throw

Captain Dugan a racket...

but with the different tours

it didn't work.

So we set up a collection

to buy him a present.

Any of you wanna contribute,

there's a kitty on the sergeant's desk.

Knock it off.

You're dismissed.

She never, ever went.

- I did so!

- You did not!

The neighborhood will be full of stars

with all these TV cameras around.

People will be blowing each other away

just to get on the news.

You see a lot of fires

'cause they look real good on the tube.

- A cop killing is a media event.

- Big deal.

Put a black border around his picture

and give him an inspector's funeral.

And people sending your ex-wife money

from all over the country.

She'd like that.

Meanwhile, there ain't a chance

of making a collar on this...

with all these hooples around here.

Look on the bright side, though.

We get our names in the papers, right?

We can be real serious on TV.

With your good looks maybe you'll get

to ball an anchor lady.

Yeah? Ah, not with my luck.

If it was raining anchor ladies,

I'd get hit with Walter Cronkite.

I'm going to fly!

I want to fly! Mira.

I don't want my blood to splatter

all over you, my people.

I know you're gonna miss me!

Anybody know this guy?

I do. He's my roommate,

and I hope he breaks his stupid neck.

Come on, Raquel.

Don't you wanna kiss and make up?

Hell, no!

He stole my Donna Summer wig.

- The b*tch.

- You the super?

Yeah.

Mind the car.

I don't know about Carl anymore.

I don't know what's the matter with him.

- What are you wearing, Chanel no. 5?

- No, it's Windsong by Matchabelli.

Carl!

Stay away!

Hey, Carl?

Wait a minute. Come on now.

Think it over, huh?

You can become a star

if you wanted to.

Go ahead. Put on the wig.

Let's see what the wig looks like.

Is Tom Snyder here yet?

- No. He said to wait for him.

- Tom!

He said to wait here.

Tom Snyder! Tom!

I'm coming down, Tom!

Carl, wait! No!

I'm coming down!

Is Tom out here?

Is Tom Snyder here?

All these people.

My people.

I love you, my people.

Oh, fix my wig!

Fix my wig.

Oh, I'm a bad girl, bad girl

Such a dirty bad girl

Beep, beep

Yeah! Yeah!

Stop it! Tom Snyder!

I want Tom Snyder!

Hold it!

I'm a bad girl!

Such a dirty bad girl!

Last chance for love

I need the last chance

I need the last dance

For love

- What happened?

- Ajumper.

We don't have

psychiatric facilities here.

So sedate him.

- Send him to Bellevue in the morning.

- Where's your medical degree?

Back at the house.

Wanna come by and see it?

Nurse, see if this guy

has major medical.

What are they gonna do

with me, Murphy?

- You don't need these cuffs anymore.

- I don't wanna go to jail.

You got it all wrong, Carl.

- This guy ain't going to jail.

- No way. Don't worry about it.

Hey, Isabella.

We ain't filing a complaint.

Just put him down as a patient.

If you say so.

See, Carl?

Everything is gonna be okay.

I'm all messed up.

Ain't we all?

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