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I had a really good time.
- Yes?|- Marlboro. Hard pack.
This, and, uh...
Yeah, I gotta pick|something up for the wife.
Thar she blows!
All units, code 503.
Silver. Boy-uncle-seven 9-9-6.
Any unit respond.
Look, just keep the change.|All right?
That wouldn't be your Rabbit|by any chance, would it?
Oh, no. No, sir.|I'm... I'm on foot.
I was just, uh,|out for a little jog, you know.
And your change, sir.
Come here! Don't do it!
- Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!|- Whoa.! Whoa.! Whoa.!
- Oh, my God! Don't hurt me!|- Come on, buddy! Let her go!
Things couldn't possibly|be worse for myself.
Now, you, join your partner over there.
Keep your hands high.|Both of you!
Hey, you!|Grab their guns!
- Who, me?|- Yes, you, you mutt!
Just take it easy.|Think about what you're doing.
What am I doing?
- I won't go to jail for this?|- No, you won't go to jail.
- Now put 'em on the floor|and kick 'em over to me.
I said kick 'em over to me, Pel.
Hey, hey.! No.! No.! Wrong.!
Tell you what.
Pick up the goddamn guns|and hand 'em to me.
By the barrels.
Put 'em in my pockets.
Good boy, nickels.
All right. Okay, now everybody...
on the floor!
- You won't get away with this.|- You don't know that.
You won't if everybody does|exactly as I say.
- Holy shit!|- Don't shoot! We're staying down!
I told you to keep your faces|against the floor!
Okay, okay. We don't|want anybody to get hurt.
Now, if you want|this young lady to live...
nobody moves|until we're a memory.
- Did you drive?|- Yes.
All right, get out your keys.|We're going for a joyride. Do it!
Open the door.|Open the door.
Kill it. Kill it!
Get in. Move. Over.|All the way over.
We've been patrolling...
- Wait. Not yet.|- Sorry.
Okay, we're rolling. And action.
- Six and a half.|- Six and a half.
They think palm trees, the beach.
But let me tell ya, we get as much crime|here as in any other city.
You know, proportionate-wise.
New York's got, what,|10 million people.
- Yeah, we get all that stuff.|- I see.
But we get murder,|we get prostitution, we get drugs.
We get all that stuff.
Well, uh, what's the worst|thing you've ever seen?
Would it be that busload of seniors|that went off the cliff?
No, the kids.
Oh, God, yeah. The kids.
Suspect has fired on two officers.|Proceed with caution.
Three-niner at the corner|of Magnolia and Viewcrest.
- In pursuit.|- Let's go get us a bad guy.
I'm burning up in here. Grab the wheel.(0.00 / 0 votes)
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