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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

How come you're so tired?

Oh, up all night with the kid.

What was wrong with him?

Oh, diaper rash. Poor

little guy howling his head off all night long.

That's a shame.

DISPATCHER OVER RADIO: Ludlow 7.

Ludlow 7.

Report a child, possibly lost

or abandoned.

Child heard crying in empty field at 800 block

of Marshall Boulevard. Code 2, over.

Okay.

Here we go.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

[CAR DOOR CLOSING]

MIKE: [SIGHS] Why don't you go over there.

FOLEY: All right. MIKE: I'll go

over here.

MIKE: If you see anything, holler.

FOLEY: All right, I'll give a holler.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

[PUPPY WHINING]

[PUPPY WHINING]

Hey Mike, I found our lost child!

What're you doing out this late at

night, huh?

You're too small to go out in the dark.

Besides, you'll catch a cold.

Next thing you do, you follow me, all right?

Here you go. Come on.

[GUN COCKING]

[GUN FIRING]

Foley!

Foley!

Control. Control, this is Ludlow 7.

Officer shot. Officer needs help.

Location 800 block of Marshall.

Suspect still in the area.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTERING]

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

The shot came from up there somewhere.

GILLIS: You okay?

I'm okay.

Bad for Foley.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

Foley, it's gonna be okay. They're coming.

[GASPING] Oh, my God!

Hang on, buddy.

TERRY: Willie.

Double-O buckshot.

[SIGHS] Poor Foley.

Anything yet?

No, nothing.

He's been in there for over an hour.

That shotgun tore him right open.

It was a routine call. We, we went out...

To look for this lost child, and...

It was routine.

So was the call Officer Schwartz answered routine,

and uh, Sebeta's also.

Now Foley's the third officer who's been

gunned down this month.

I keep telling you people in

the muster room.

There's no such thing as anything "routine,"

not until we catch hold of this, this cop killer.

All right. Now,

take it from the top. Tell me what happened.

[SNIFFLES DEEPLY]

I said, uh...

We answered the call for the lost child, and...

And then Foley found this puppy...

It was obviously a setup, Lieutenant.

Well, did you see whoever it was?

No.

Did Foley?

I don't know.

[DOOR OPENS]

[SNIFFLES]

But, did he say anything?

He called for uh, Jean.

Just called for Jean.

It's his wife.

Well, I've gotta go see him.

I'll go with you, Lieutenant.

No, Danko, stay here. Take a little time.

Have some coffee.

[IN LOW VOICE] I don't want

any coffee.

Maybe your wife does.

I'm sorry, baby.

Can I buy you a cup of coffee?

You okay?

No.

Might be you...

Ryker could come to visit me like

that someday.

That's not true.

You know nothing's going to happen to

me. You know that.

No, I don't.

I know that three policemen are dead,

and I know that there's a killer on the loose

and his targets are blue uniform. Mike...

You talked about transferring to detectives

in plainclothes,

why don't you do it now?

I can't do that.

Not now. Especially not now.

Look, you can tell him that I wanted

you to do it.

[STAMMERS] And, and nobody would hold

it against you.

No one would blame you.

Nobody but me.

[ALARM CLOCK BLARING]

Oh. Morning, Larry.

Good morning.

Sleep well?

Uh, not really.

[CLEARS THROAT] I had this dream.

Oh.

Nice dream, I hope.

[SIGHS]

Mail come yet? No.

Larry.

If your father had wanted to get

in touch with you,

he would have years ago.

Well, maybe...

Maybe he's been trying but he doesn't

know where we live.

We've been at the same address

for 12 years now.

All that time, anybody who

wanted to phone,

all he had to do was call Information.

Drink your orange juice.

MAN ON RADIO: Utilities were down three and one half today

while blue chips held steady.

Now for the morning news.

A small puppy was the bait used to

lure a police officer

into a field yesterday on the south side in which

he was shot and killed.

That makes the third such police officer who,

baited by a phone call, died.

Killed for no reason other than he wore the

uniform of law enforcement.

Where are they when you need them, ladies

and gentlemen?

They're out there...

Victims dying for us.

I saw him.

Who?

The guy that he was talking about

on the radio.

The guy that had the puppy and

killed the policeman.

I saw him yesterday. I know I did.

I think I did.

Now, Larry, you have to be sure about

a thing like that.

Here you go, Charlie.

Oh, okay.

Well... Um...

Officer.

Yeah.

Uh, I have something to report, but

I'm not sure who I should report it to.

Well, you can start with me.

Well, I heard on the radio this

morning about, uh,

some guy with regards to a brown puppy.

Well, I saw a guy with a puppy like that.

Where? Yesterday.

Uh... I'd just got off work,

it was around 5:00.

No, must have been after that,

'cause I was...

I had this problem on my mind, I was driving

around, you know?

Yeah, yeah. Where did you see this guy?

Uh, in a field off Marshall.

He put the puppy in a hole.

Come with me.

RYKER: No idea of his height?

[CLEARS THROAT] Well, he was in this field

all by himself, you know.

I didn't have a basis of comparison.

Uh, he didn't look too tall, though.

But he was fat.

Well, yeah.

Kind of like a teddy bear,

you know, plump.

And he wore this black, turtleneck sweater.

POLICE ARTIST: What about his face?

Uh... Well, I didn't get a real good look at him.

But I know that he had long, blond hair,

and he was wearing glasses with these

thick, thick lenses.

POLICE ARTIST: Ah, something like this?

Yeah.

Yeah, his cheeks were a little fatter.

Little bit more like Ryker?

Yeah.

How's that?

Yeah, yeah. That's him.

That's the man I saw.

RYKER: Gentlemen, we suspect the man depicted

in this sketch

to have shot and killed Officer Foley.

We further presume him to be the murderer of your

other two fellow officers.

But the operative words here are "suspect"

and "presume,"

which means that you will stop

and question

anyone who closely resembles this sketch.

And if you're not pleased with the answers

to these questions,

bring them in for further questioning.

Now, let's not get reckless here.

We don't want to put leverage on anyone

simply because they eat too much or have bad

eyes or need a haircut.

Okay, that's it.

Check your pin maps, hit the street. Dismissed.

Take it easy, pal, you're okay.

Come on.

[GRUMBLING]

Get this guy...

Oh, excuse me. TERRY: Sorry.

All right, just take it easy.

[GROANING]

[SCREAMING] Stop!

DISPATCHER OVER RADIO: Ludlow 3, investigate

possible prowler at Wharf,

600 block of Linwood. Code 2, over.

Ludlow 3.

That's uh, Dean and Older's drive tonight, isn't it?

Mmm-hmm.

They've pulled everyone out from

behind the desks now.

Well, we're not far from Linwood, you

wanna take a look?

Control, this is Ludlow 9

in the vicinity of Linwood.

We'll backup Ludlow 3.

Roger, Ludlow Niner.

We'll dispatch units as backup.

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

Webster?

Hey, Charlie, it was Webster who called in

the backup, wasn't it?

[POLICE SIREN BLARING]

[GUN FIRING]

[GUN FIRING]

Hold it. Don't move.

[TREMBLING]

What's a nice cop like you doing in

a place like this?

A pig mask?

Well, all right. There are other things now.

Does the description we have fit?

No way of telling, Lieutenant.

It's hard to miss a chubby man with thick glasses and

long blond hair, Webster.

It is when he's wearing a mask,

Lieutenant.

The hair was probably tucked up under the cap,

and as for the, uh,

glasses, they might have been under the mask.

All right, would you say he was stocky?

I'd say so.

Well, yeah, maybe. But, um...

He moved real good to me, Lieutenant.

Maybe he just looked heavy because he was

wearing a big jacket.

Sir, uh...

Maybe it's a good idea to check out

this Larry West.

Come again?

Well, he's the only eyewitness we have,

and we don't know much more about him

than his name.

Well, I know something about him.

He's a citizen, and he came forward with

valuable information

when we had none. [WEBSTER TALKING

INDISTINCTLY]

Don't interrupt me before I finish my sentence, Webster.

And it took some degree of courage for

him to do what he did.

All right.

Despite of the fact that I think you're wrong

and I do like the boy,

I want you to check him out anyway.

You have nothing to lose. Matter of fact, it's

good police procedure.

Yes, sir.

Uh, Lieutenant.

What is it?

While Terry and I were chasing this guy,

he, uh, never fired at us.

Well, maybe that's because he was too

busy running, Gillis.

Yes, sir. Maybe.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Hey, you!

[BARREL CRASHING]

Police! Freeze!

[PANTING]

RYKER: Well?

LARRY: Um...

No.

No, that's not him.

RYKER: You sure?

Yeah, uh, I mean, he looks like the guy

but he's not the one I saw with the puppy.

Office Gillis chased someone last night

who took a shot at one of our men.

Did he look like that guy?

No, he didn't. Of course,

it was hard to tell a guy who was wearing a pig's mask.

[CHUCKLES] Pig's mask?

What's he trying to say, that all

cops are pigs, huh?

Most likely.

And, you know, I heard those psychos,

uh, a lot of them,

they want to get caught and punished, you know,

like that guy in, uh...

Uh, Dostoyevsky's Crime and Punishment.

Raskolnikov?

LARRY: Yeah, him.

[SIGHS] He wasn't a psycho.

He had a very normal conscience.

Oh.

Yeah, that's right. Yeah, I guess

you're right.

Well, I'm glad you two gentlemen have reached

one definite decision.

Who brought you down here, Larry?

Um... Berghoff did.

He's back on duty.

I'll take him home. Good.

I wanna thank you for your cooperation.

Very good of you, son.

Yeah.

You're welcome, Lieutenant. Anytime.

Certainly.

Gillis, uh, you studied psychology

in college?

Yes, sir. I had uh,

basic Psych 101, 102, and a couple

of advanced courses.

Uh-huh. And,

what do you think of our criminal?

I'd say he's, uh, freaked out.

I suppose you think if you use the full blown

technical term I won't understand you.

No, sir.

Uh, Lieutenant.

Warren and I made his prints.

His name is Reuben Weiss, wanted in

Detroit for dealing.

RYKER: Very good. Well, the whole drill

wasn't a total loss.

Go ahead and lock him up.

I'll call Detroit.

Yes, sir.

I'm going in and pick up my wife.

Um, you can either come in with me or,

or wait outside the car.

I can't leave any

unauthorized personnel in the car unattended.

Okay? Sure.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[CRASH]

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

You knucklehead!

Look what you did to my car!

$4,000 and you ruined it!

Couldn't you see me pulling in here?

You come in like a bat outta nowhere!

What're you doing? I...

Hey, hey, hey! Watch it.

Come on, split it up.

[MEN ARGUING] Split it up.

Hey, I said...

Get him off of me!

Let me get him!

[ARGUING INDISTINCTLY]

[MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING]

Couple of those chocolate doughnuts.

You like chocolate?

And a cup of mocha java.

What's that?

It's coffee. Don't

they teach you rookies anything?

Guess not.

I thought you were supposed to start

your vacation today.

The lieutenant asked me to postpone it

for a couple of weeks.

That's not what I heard.

I heard you volunteered to

postpone it.

Yeah.

Well, don't spread it around.

I figured that anybody that

volunteers for

anything in this outfit is a little

touched in the noggin.

That's for sure. [LAUGHING]

And another thing!

A good cop

never sits at the bar by himself.

MIKE: Yeah? How come?

Because all the action's going

on behind you.

Here, let me get that.

Thank you for all those lessons, yeah.

You sure you don't want this?

Yeah, I'm sure. Awful good!

See you at the chat.

Okay, you got it.

There you go.

Ah, you got a couple more of those

chocolate doughnuts?

Is he all right? They

said something about a possible skull fracture.

No, it's not that.

Concussion.

You can go in for a minute

if you want.

Uh, do you think you could give

him these?

I uh...

I know how you must feel.

My father was a policeman.

Thanks.

What do you say, Mike?

[WEAKLY] Hey, Lieutenant.

Look, sweetheart.

I didn't know you cared, Lieutenant.

[RYKER CHUCKLES]

It's from Larry West, Mike.

I might've known it wouldn't be

from you.

Mike, did you see anything?

[SIGHS]

Nothing except for what I gave San.

Kellogg in that car.

Kellogg in that car in flames.

[SIGHS]

The doctor gave him a sedative.

He'll sleep now.

You look like you've been up all night.

Why don't you get some sleep too, Jill?

I'm okay.

JILL: I guess just knowing that he won't be

out there for a while

makes me feel better.

I know it's selfish,

but I can't help it.

I'd worry if you felt any other way.

[ELECTRIC RAZOR BUZZING]

How you doing, son?

Something wrong?

No, I... It's...

It...

It's just that when you called me "son," it, uh,

reminded me of my father.

You resent me calling you that?

No! No, not at all. I mean, actually,

you, you do remind me of him.

I mean, well, he was a real man like you, you know, and...

And I get the feeling you like people and

he was like that, too.

He "was"?

Uh, I mean... I mean he is.

I was just, uh, thinking about, uh, when I was a kid.

Hey, when noon rolls around

I'll stop by and we'll have a sandwich,

all right?

Yeah, sure. Good.

[ELECTRIC RAZOR BUZZING]

I have here a psychological profile

which has been prepared

by the eminent police psychiatrist

Dr. Edward Dulgen.

It's highly technical

but we are very fortunate in having with us today

an officer who, while he was in college,

studied Psych 101, Psych 102

and I believe that was advanced, is it not so,

Officer Gillis?

[SIGHS] Yes, sir.

Now, Officer Gillis has already made

a preliminary diagnosis

and he finds this suspect to be quote, freaked out,

unquote.

[OFFICERS LAUGH]

However, Dr. Dulgen feels

that we are dealing here with a schizoid.

Would care to explain that term, Officer Gillis?

Uh, well... As, uh,

you probably all know, it means he's a

split personality.

Two people living in the same body.

Now, one person might be absolutely normal

and also unware of the other,

who in this case,

is homicidal.

The other personality, the malignant one,

uh, rarely surfaces.

But when triggered by something he sees or hears,

he takes command of the whole body and

in this case, kills.

Thank you, Officer Gillis.

Now, one more point.

The, uh...

"The suspect apparently suffers from a feeling of

masculine inadequacy.

"Consequently, he resents strong male figures

of authority.

"In other words, anyone wearing the blue suit."

Uh, sir?

Uh, anyone?

That's what the doctor says.

Well, couldn't the, uh, killer be singling out certain people

and not just anyone in a blue suit?

I don't know, maybe I'm just

spinning my wheels.

You keep right on spinning them,

Officer Webster,

they may get us some place.

Okay, that it.

Check your pin maps and hit the streets.

Dismissed.

Uh, Webster, Gillis, I want to talk to you

for a second.

You know, you two marched to the sound of your own

drums before.

And, uh, occasionally, not frequently, mind you,

but occasionally, you have been right.

If you have theory

about this schizo, I want you to follow

it out, do you understand?

Yes, sir. Good.

[SIGHS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I started walking faster.

And as I walked faster, the footsteps started

coming faster.

Then I said, "Benny..."

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Egg salad or ham and cheese?

Take your pick. Sit down Oh, uh...

Go ahead.

Well, which do you want?

I would prefer eggs Benedict, I'll settle for egg salad.

Okay.

Hey, you know, my dad told me he, uh,

used to know this gangster up in Seattle called that.

Called what?

Eggs Benedict.

You think he was pulling my leg?

[LAUGHS] Probably both of them.

Mmm.

You said your father ran a motel up in La Jolla,

I believe.

Yeah, well, he owns it.

I suppose you don't see too much of him.

Oh, yeah. Uh, he...

He sends me airfare and I go down there

every couple weekends.

Yeah, we, uh... We have a ball.

We go boating, fishing, you know, things like that.

Sounds great. Mmm, it is.

He's got this white sloop

with red sails.

You know, like that old song, what was it?

Red Sails in the Sunset? Yeah.

[SNICKERS]

Strong. [CHUCKLES]

Don't you got anything better to do than that?

Yeah, Red Sails in the Sunset.

I'm on the tiller,

Dad handles the sheets and we sit there and

watch the sun sink into the sea and...

[LAUGHS] Head back to port.

Then I grill steaks, really thick ones,

you know?

[SIGHS]

It was... Good cook, are you?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You know, I always wanted to be

on the cops.

That's what dad calls it,

"on the cops."

But, uh...

You know, I'm not as

big and strong as he is and, uh,

I flunked out of high school.

You could take some night classes,

a few weeks in the gym and fill out those

shoulders...

You really think I could be a police officer?

You can do anything you set your mind to

in this world, son.

Well, if I did decide to take it on,

do you think you could, uh...

Well, like be my adviser?

Sure!

[MUFFLED] Advice is one...

How did that egg salad know that

my pants have just been to the cleaners?

Wouldn't you know that?

Looking at all those mugshots must be

pretty tiring.

Well, I'll tell you this, I admire you

for sticking with it.

Being neat is not how I made lieutenant,

I can tell you.

[CHUCKLES]

You know your eyes are bloodshot?

That's from glommin' at those files.

May be you better knock off till

tomorrow.

[BELT THUMPING]

[THUMPING]

[THUMPING]

[THUMPING]

This picture was on the second page of The Post,

last month.

So the killer saw it and he went after Foley

for police brutality,

is that your theory? Or what he thinks

is police brutality, yes.

And what about the first two officers that were killed?

Uh, give me the assignment sheet, will you, please?

Schwartz and Sebeta, that's right.

I've been thinking about that for the last three days.

Then I remembered that the TV covered

that riot over

at the high school a few weeks back.

You saw the stuff they shot?

Went over to KRTV and ran the tapes.

Sure enough, Schwartz and Sebeta strong-arm

a couple of dudes.

So the killer went home that night and watched

it on TV.

He could have. Give me that sheet.

All right, your theory doesn't apply to Kellogg.

Until I sent him out with Danko, he done nothing

but desk work for I don't know

how long.

Yeah, we figured that Mike was the target.

Now, he usually rides alone.

The killer wouldn't have expected Kellogg to be

with him.

Danko has strong-armed somebody recently, has he?

Not that we know of.

Well, ask him tonight when you pick him up.

He gets discharged at 6:00.

I told Jill I was gonna prepare a little surprise.

You and Gillis are both invited.

What's the surprise, Lieutenant?

I'm cooking.

Oh, good.

You got yesterday's assignment sheets, dear?

Thanks.

Assignment sheets, dear.

Here you go, Lieutenant.

Thank you. Mmm.

Did you find anything?

Well, I've been through all the files, but no luck.

Well, you've put in enough time

for one day.

[SIGHS] You got anything better

to do with your Sundays?

Oh, not especially.

Uh, the last time we talked, you told me you could cook,

is that right?

Yeah.

Well, I'm cooking dinner tonight for Danko and his

friends.

How'd you like to give me a hand?

Unless you're doing something.

No! I mean, yeah, yeah, I'd really

like that.

All right. As soon as I finish

these assignment sheets,

we'll take off.

This'll help you pass the time.

Oh, what is this?

Oh, it's a little present.

It's the Police Academy manual.

Oh, wow!

[DRAWER CLOSES]

Yeah, I'll buy your theory on

excessive force.

But I haven't had a hassle with anyone

in I don't know how long.

Okay, then, uh, how about

permissible force?

No, nothing.

Okay, all right, I'm wrong.

The closest I've come would have been with

the couple of guys

is out in front of here the other night that I had

to step in between.

Crowd gather? No.

Not unless you want to call me and Larry and the two guys

having a beef, a crowd.

Hey, uh, thanks for coming by.

But, as soon as the doctor checks me out, Jill's gonna

take me home.

Okay, see ya.

Yeah.

See ya at home.

What?

Larry was there.

What do you mean?

The day Mike muscled that guy on the street...

Yeah. The day Older strong-armed

that drunk at headquarters...

Larry was there.

So what?

Hey, sir, he's our eyewitness. How can he see the killer

and be the killer?

You said schizo, right?

Yeah. Two personalities

in one body, right?

Yeah.

Huh.

Are you sure you don't want some coffee?

No, no, thank you, ma'am.

Mrs. Miller, uh, who is this?

Oh, that's Larry's father.

Is he still alive?

As far as we know.

We haven't heard from him in 12 years.

Oh, you might think that is unnatural but,

when my sister, Larry's mother, died,

her husband asked me to take the child.

Truth is he just didn't want him.

Larry's father used to deny that

Larry was his own son.

Not true, of course.

It was just his excuse for the way he treated

the boy.

May the Lord forgive him.

Ma'am?

How did he treat him?

He used to say to Larry,

"You're not the chip off the block, tubby, you're

the whole wood pile!"

And the more rejected Larry became,

the more he ate and the fatter he got.

Larry was always a kind of, uh,

lump of a boy.

Overweight, clumsy, and he wore glasses.

Compensation, I guess they call it.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, it never did compensate.

He just got fatter and

hated his father more and more.

Why do you say that?

Well, he has nightmares.

Dreams.

Sometimes he wakes up sweating and screaming,

"I'll kill you, Daddy!

"I'll kill you!"

Uh, Mrs. Miller, could we see Larry's bedroom, please?

Oh yes, of course.

Right here.

Second assistant chief cook and bottle washer

front and center, please.

Yes, sir.

Oh, smell that heavenly aroma. That is Veal a la Ryker.

It's a meal fit for a king.

Yeah. You wanna know why?

No, why?

Because of the secret ingredient

I have in there

that the greatest chefs of Paris

would give a fortune to learn.

Really? [LAUGHS]

Yes.

Aren't you gonna ask me what

that secret is?

Well, it must have a pretty low

security rating.

It certainly does, it's extremely low.

Okay, uh,

first assistant, bottle washer

and chief cook,

what is that secret ingredient?

It's the $7.29 a pound eastern veal

that Hoffelmeyer sells.

You gotta have an armored car to take it home in.

Well, I'm finished here.

What else do you want me to do?

Uh, set the table, will you, please?

Okey-doke.

The peppers, the peppers! It's time for my peppers.

Okay, okay. Thank you.

MRS. MILLER: That's Larry with his mother and father.

He was about eight at that time.

Hey, Terry, come here.

Look at this.

GILLIS: He was describing himself.

TERRY: As he was as a kid.

[MUSIC PLAYING FROM THE MUSIC BOX]

[BEATING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Would you get that please, Larry?

Hello.

TERRY: Hello.

Larry?

Larry, would you put Lieutenant Ryker

on the phone, please?

Larry?

[SLAMS PHONE DOWN]

Who was it?

Uh, it's a wrong number.

Oh.

I think Jill said the silver's in the drawer,

the bottom drawer.

All right. Let's check out

this salad.

See if the dressing is properly married.

[POLICE SIREN BLARING]

GILLIS: Suspect wanted for

killing four police officers

is one Larry West.

He's now at Officer Danko's home with Lieutenant Ryker.

We're on our way.

DISPATCHER OVER RADIO: Roger that, Ludlow Niner, we'll

dispatch units as back up.

[POLICE SIREN BLARING] [TIRES SCREECHING]

A solid course of another

memorable meal.

You haven't made much progress, have ya?

Thought you had the table set.

[GUN COCKING]

Put that gun down, Larry, it's not something

to play with.

I'm not playing.

Well, I don't care what you call it,

just put it down.

I'm gonna kill you, Daddy.

You hear that?

I'm gonna kill you.

Larry, I am not your father.

OTHER LARRY: You see?

He's doing it again!

He won't even admit he's your father!

Now, look. Larry, I'm Lieutenant Ryker.

I bought you that police manual

on the table.

And I've been trying to help you.

That's... That's right.

That's right, he's... I remember, he's been

good to me.

[SHOUTING] Oh, yeah?

He was good to you one minute then he called you

names another one.

Remember how you hated it when he called you tubby?

Remember how you hated that, tubby?

Wait a minute.

You, you hated him.

I'm the one... He wouldn't let you

love him, would he?

Go on, ask him!

Ask him why he wouldn't let you love him, go on!

Ask him!

Go on!

Daddy?

Ask him!

[VOICE BREAKING] Why...

Why wo...

Won't you let me love you?

Now, look, son.

Everything's gonna be...

Oh, my God... [MUMBLING]

Don't let him get a hold

of the gun!

Remember how he used to get all over you?

Huh? Don't!

LARRY: [STAMMERING] Don't, don't...

Kill him! Go on!

Kill him! Go on!

Kill him!

Hello, there, uh...

Did you two, uh, get a new door yet?

Well, I'm not too good with sprung hinges,

but, uh,

I'm working on it. What's this,

your homework?

Uh...

Well, uh, I just stopped by to bring Larry his police

manual, he's been...

Police chocolates, they, uh, make

very good reading.

How long you think they're gonna keep

him in the jail ward?

I don't know.

Well, he's got some more tests

to run.

The doctor that I talked to said they were gonna try

chemotherapy.

That's a drug treatment, and

they've been able to work

miracles with it.

Well, Larry could use a miracle right about now.

[SIGHS]

Okay if I go in?

Sure.

Chuck.

Hi, Larry.

Lieutenant.

Oh, wow.

Thanks.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, how's the case coming? Did, did we catch that cop

killer?

Yes, we did, Larry.

We got him.

Good.

Yeah, we got him.