The Mod Squad

Cops!

Cops!

Julie Barnes. Runaway.

An addict at 18. A fighter.

This little girl

was as hard as they come.

Pete Cochran. A lost cause.

The world's biggest screwup.

He went straight from Beverly Hills

to county jail.

Lincoln Hayes. He doesn't blame

his crimes on anything.

Had reasons all his own

to burn the world down.

Easy, man!

Your mother and I have been

worried sick, little girl.

You gonna have to give it up

to Daddy, now. Come on.

Hey! Stop!

Take this police brutality, baby!

Out of my way!

All right, I'm gettin' out of here!

Dude, relax.

Get those skinny leather pants

out of here!

Go! You little sh*t.

You're gonna get caught.

Easy, baby.

Why the hackles?

- How you doin'?

- Okay.

Yeah? Can you hear me?

Okay.

They could've been anybody,

no better or worse than the rest.

Heading for nowhere.

Until I gave them one last chance.

- I'm gonna kill those kids.

- They're mine.

- If anybody does, it's me.

- They're screwing with my men.

- Is there a problem, fellas?

- No.

- Workin' late again tonight, huh?

- Yeah.

Every night, until we find out who stole

those drugs from the evidence locker.

- IA.

- They were just doing their job.

Hello, Los Angeles!

- Adam--

- They didn't volunteer for this job.

- It was my idea.

- They're punks.

- We're supposed to give them a chance.

- Come on!

You're gonna side with them?

They're not real cops!

They can't even carry guns,

for God's sakes.

Maybe you should spend a little more

time worrying about your own guys...

- and a little less time--

- What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing. These kids can get into

a thousand places that we can't.

You three really screwed up tonight.

Get your feet off that table. Get up!

What are you talking about, man?

We got the job done.

- Yeah, we set the bad guys up, right?

- Why don't you shut up and listen.

You should be yelling at the cops

for beating up kids.

You smacked Detective Tricky

in the mouth.

Do you think this is a joke?

You little numb-nut.

Okay, Bob, I'll take care of this.

Let me take care of this.

- Yeah, Bob!

- Hey!

Sit down and shut up.

Sit!

You think this is a joke?

If you think it's a joke, I'll stick you

right back into the cells...

where I found you.

You're policemen now.

Stop screwing around...

and start doing your job.

If you're gonna start overacting

like circus freaks...

you might as well be wearin' badges,

for crying out loud!

Are we done yet?

- Excuse me?

- Are we done?

You're done when I say we're done.

- Is that Harry? It looks like him.

- All right, everybody.

- Listen up.

- Save it for the kiddies, Greer.

That's pretty funny.

All right, tough guy.

If you or anybody else

has got a problem with my squad...

you gotta go through me first.

Any takers?

- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

Thanks for asking.

Eckford and Lanier aren't here.

I got something to do.

We'll get started without them.

Follow me.

You guys see that club down there?

We have reason to believe there's

a black book operation goin' on inside.

- What's black book?

- Hookers. Expensive ones.

Young girls. We also think

the manager, Red Wilson, is involved.

Julie, you go inside undercover as

a waitress and hopefully get recruited.

Why does she always get to be

the prostitute?

You two will go inside,

split up, blend...

work the room and keep your eye

on this Red character.

All right, listen to me.

Be nice to these guys.

They've been on this case for a while.

They're not gonna like working with you.

Do what they tell you to

and remember to--

- Keep our noses clean?

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