Murphy's Law Page #3

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Pretty new, maybe an '83 or an '84.

Oh, the license plate number.

It was 082 UCK.

What the hell are you guys doing here?

You're under arrest, smart guy.

Got a dozen witnesses saw you arguing

with your wife at Madam Tong's tonight.

And we got a witness saw you driving

away from the scene of the shooting.

Did it ever occur to you two

that someone's trying to frame me?

You know what I think?

I think your wife left you,

started dancing at a topless club,

showing off all her goodies to a bunch

of horny lowlifes, and you hated it.

And then, when you found out

she was making it with somebody else,

you killed them both.

Why don't you crawl back under your rock?

Come on, Jack.

Come on, let's face it. She was a slut.

Wasn't the first time you caught her

in bed with somebody else, right?

I mean, how many guys was it then? Two?

I'm surprised you didn't knock her off

right then and there.

Unless you enjoyed it.

Did you watch her doing it?

You know, Ed,

I've been wondering something about you

for a long time.

Why is it you never married?

Never even saw you with a girl.

Is it because you're so ugly,

or because you have bad breath?

Of course, a lot of guys have bad breath,

but they also have girls.

Maybe you don't like girls, huh?

And maybe that's why you two boys

spend so much time together.

Well, what do you know?

Ballistics identified

your gun as the murder weapon.

You're going to jail, Jack.

And you know what happens

to a cop in jail? Hmm?

You're dead meat, pal. Dead meat.

Your arraignment is set for tomorrow.

Now, the DA will probably go

for second degree.

But, on the other hand,

since you'd been drinking,

I think we can make a case

for diminished capacity.

Say you plead guilty

to voluntary manslaughter,

we're talking maybe eight years.

Which means you should be out

in three to four.

Did it ever cross your mind

that I'm innocent?

Frankly, no.

Sit down.

Must be your lucky day.

Well,

if it isn't Sergeant Dick-Brain.

I heard they arrested a cop.

What did you do, rape a nun?

Listen, you're gonna have a great time in

San Quentin, 'cause they just love cops.

So how do you like lockup?

Find yourself a girlfriend yet, hmm?

Kiss my squirrel.

Come on, admit it.

You're a dyke, right?

Hey, go jump a flagpole.

You know, I'm a cop.

I know everything that happens up there

in women's detention.

Maybe the first time, they have to hold

you down, but then you get to like it.

Oh, kiss my pantyhose, sperm bank.

I'll bet your girlfriend does that,

and you love it, don't you?

You f***ing bastard!

- Hey, you two, knock it off over here!

- Bastard!

- Come on, break it up!

- F*ggot!

Break it up! Come on, break it up.

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