The Mod Squad Page #5

pretty tight.

- Not really.

- Not really?

Julie got sick in the bar,

and I had to take her home.

I went in the bar to get Linc,

'cause I can't drive Linc's--

- So you just took off?

- Eckford and Lanier, they left too.

- Where were Eckford and Lanier?

- I don't know.

- Ask me a question. Anything you want.

- Where were you when Greer got shot?

What?

- Greer's dead?

- Sorry.

Two shots to the chest.

It looked like something exploded.

You know what you're doin'? You're

tryin' to play on my emotions right now.

That's what you're tryin' to do.

I know this whole game.

I know--

- What do you know?

- I don't know anything.

Except that we found drugs

on the scene.

Cocaine. We're running tests.

We think it may be the stuff

from the evidence locker.

You look a little nervous, Pete.

Something you wanna tell me?

- You know anything about drugs, Julie?

- Enough to stay away.

Do I need to call a lawyer?

Not yet. But we may need you

for additional questioning...

so don't go anywhere.

- Were you crying?

- No!

How are you holding up?

We're fine.

Well, they're suspending the unit,

pending further investigation.

- What did Briggs tell you?

- Nothin'.

Our captain's dead, they don't know what

happened and they found drugs on him.

They think they're from

the evidence locker.

Every man's gotta

make a living, right?

Shut up.

You didn't even know him.

He was a great cop. Shut up!

A little too much coffee.

Oh, baby.

Look, um--

I'm gonna do what I can

to get you back on.

And I'm gonna do it because

it's what Adam Greer would've wanted.

But you're gonna have

to lay low...

for a while, so--

I can't believe I'm doin' this.

This is my address

and home phone.

If you need anything.

Thanks.

He was my friend.

Since when's he so friendly?

- Since maybe his best friend just died.

- So what.

So what?

- You're an a**hole. Greer was--

- Greer was what?

You're actin' like this guy was

your best friend. He wasn't your daddy.

F*** you! You guys wanna play like this

doesn't matter, like you don't care?

Fine, I'm out.

This is Billy. Leave a message,

and I'll get back to you.

You ready to get

to the bottom of this?

What do you mean?

Well, for starters, we gotta

find that guy with the leather pants.

So, what-- How do you think

we're gonna do that?

I know a friend of his.

- For me?

- Is what for you?

- The fish?

- For you.

Thank you.

Can I come in?

Yeah, I'm sorry.

Of course.

- Your address was listed, so--

- I'm so proud to have one.

You sounded so depressed on the message.

I thought I'd come by and cheer you up.

Thank you.

God, I must look like sh*t.

I've been asleep all day.

- That's not possible.

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