Fort Apache the Bronx Page #2

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?

- We'll be back to see if you're okay.

- Thanks, Murphy.

It'll take about an hour.

- Good. Let's go eat.

- Bye, Andy.

So long, Slick.

Take care of yourself.

So, what'll it be?

Puerto Rican, Puerto Rican

or Puerto Rican cuisine?

Decisions, decisions.

Isn't that our man up there?

- The guy with the World War I cap.

- I don't wanna chase this dude.

The big, bad policemans is here,

so don't rip nobody off.

- Son of a b*tch! Right in our faces!

- Let's get him.

Murphy, Murphy, Murphy.

You got a cigarette?

- Why didn't you just drop the bastard?

- Here.

Oh, yeah, right.

Shoot a purse snatcher.

They'd crucify me.

You say he pulled a knife,

and we back you up.

That's all you gotta do, Murph.

You lay it on 'em.

I know how to flake a guy

as good as you do, Morgan.

You'll get a heart attack

before you ever catch a n*gger, Tarzan.

What's his problem?

He thinks I'm a liberal.

Get back here,

you motherf***er!

My recollection don't recall it.

I don't remember. What do you want?

Captain Dugan's office.

Don't you monitor the people

who ask to see the commander?

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