Hot Pursuit

Now, tomorrow morning, Deputy Jackson

is gonna escort Riva to Dallas...

...so he can testify

the following morning at 8:00 a.m.

And you...

- ...are gonna go with him.

- Me?

You want me to go to Dallas?

The law requires

a female escort for Mrs. Riva.

Yes, of course. Section 290.

The Richards Rule.

I know you've been wanting

to get off the bench.

- Yes, sir.

- And ever since the shotgun incident...

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Hold up.

You're the Cooper?

As in, "He just pulled a Cooper"?

As in, "Don't Cooper that shit"?

I was following protocol, sir.

I found the source of the noise complaint.

- Who's got the keys?

- Hey, I got shotgun!

Drop your weapon!

My gosh!

- Why would you do that?

- Why?

He just wanted to sit in the front seat!

My God! My God! My God!

God.

I'm so sor...

I'm sor...

Actually, I thought you were an urban myth.

You'd never heard someone

calling "shotgun" to sit in the front?

That's a negative, sir.

I've never heard that term used that way.

Look, all you have to do

is take care of Riva's wife.

- Yes.

- Okay?

Keep her calm...

...take her to the little girls' room

if she has any lady business.

Yes. Captain, do we have any idea

if Miss Riva is menopausal?

Yes, because I've been tracking her cycle and

cross-referencing it to the lunar calendar.

- Really? Can I get the chart?

- No!

Get out of here. Go. Just go. Go.

Thank you, deputy.

- Captain Emmett?

- Yes, Cooper.

Not that I'm not grateful

for the opportunity, sir...

...but this seems like a very important

detail for my first day back in the field.

Cooper.

You're cut from the same cloth

as the best cop there ever was.

Thank you, sir.

It's time to make your father proud.

Just try not to get

all in your head about it, okay?

- Captain Emmett, I will not let you down.

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