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(siren chirps)

(people shouting)

Get up! Stand back! Stand back!

Got him? Get back!

Get back!

Get back! Get back!

(percussive beat)

MAN: Officer Ben Sherman is halfway through

his one-year probationary period as an LAPD officer.

The job hasn't turned out to be exactly what he'd expected.

(birds chirping)

(footsteps approaching)

Cathleen Kerik calls me last night here at the house.

Okay? And she tells me attendance

for the press conference is mandatory.

Can you believe that?

Like I'm some kid, and I'm gonna skip school the next day.

It won't be so bad.

Won't be so bad?

Come on, Russ. What am I-- the poster child

for the entire department now?

Come on. You love it.

I do not, Russ.

(exhales)

Well, you can't blame them.

I mean, you look great on TV.

(scoffs) They probably want me to pose with the damn shotgun.

What are you gonna wear?

What?

Uh, you know what?

You should wear that black jacket.

Shut up.

You're gonna be on the news. You might as well look good.

How are you doing?

Great.

Thinking about running an Iron Man this weekend.

Hey, I got to go.

Well, hey, I'm gonna stop by later on, all right?

Okay. Sure.

Take care, partner.

(men chuckling)

(turns video off) Listen up.

We live in the digital age.

You are always being recorded.

If it isn't a citizen with a camcorder,

it's a security camera down the street

or a banger with an iPhone.

There's no place to hide. You will be on TV.

Spoke to Dewey in rehab yesterday.

He's at Malcolm's House in Palm Springs

if any of you want to visit.

I'm passing around a card if you want to sign.

Lucky bastard.

Wish I had a drinking problem.

(laughter) We have a gang abatement press conference today.

The process does work, so if you see dealing

at any of the dope houses, document it.

D.A.'s office is pressing hard again.

Here's the stolen cars for today.

All right, Brown, you're with Ferguson, A35.

Cooper and Sherman are working A43.

Salazar and Chavez...

(quietly): He's sticking her with the Slug.

Slug? Sherman.

Captain wants to see you

end of shift. That's it.

Good luck.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Who are you?

I'm Rene Cordero, your new partner.

Stop doing that.

Detective Fernandez,

there's a guy out there

who seems to think he's my new partner.

He is your new partner.

You said I could work alone until Russ gets back.

We're not sure Russ is coming back.

Who says?

His doctor, apparently.

He's coming back.

Give Cordero a few weeks.

(sighs)

I'm sorry about your partner.

I know this must be rough for you.

I've got this.

Excuse me.

Captain wants to talk to you

He'll ask you some questions;

he'll look at your book;

and he'll stamp your pass to Phase Three.

That means you get to ride in the car by yourself.

But just because the department says you're ready

doesn't mean I think you're ready. Here.

Phase Three, you drive.

Cool.

We'll find out if it's cool.

Those suspects who are not dead or in jail

will be in custody soon.

This is ground zero, and we will not be going away.

Freaking dog-and-pony show.

You have the right to be safe in your beds.

You have the right to be safe in the streets,

and we're not gonna tolerate gang violence any longer.

(tires squeal, gunfire)

(woman screams)

(engine revs)

(crowd shouting)

We cut the head off of one of the gangs today.

And you all know what it's like

when a chicken gets its head cut off?

It runs around a little bit.

And we're gonna chase these headless chickens

for as long as it takes.

(applause)

(gunfire)

(horns honking)

(gunfire) POLICE CHIEF: It's very simple.

You use a gun, you go to jail.

You sell drugs from your house,

we will knock it down. WOMAN: Yeah!

We are here to stay...

for as long as it takes.

WOMAN: Yeah! (applause)

Now, knock it down!

(crowd whooping)

(tires screech)

(gunfire)

(tires squeal)

Do we handle missing persons?

Excuse me?

This call, it's an old missing guy, right?

I thought all missing reports went downtown.

Patrol must think there's something more to it.

Oh, yeah?

Like what?

Are you married?

No.

What?! Why is a fine woman like you not married?

Ooh, you know, let's stop with the "fine woman" talk.

I really hate that.

I'm just trying to be friendly.

Don't.

How you doing? Good.

Detective Moretta.

Somebody pissed somebody off.

Who is this guy? He only has Mexican I.D.

Looks like a day worker.

Day worker? In a Bentley?

God bless America.

Who's the car registered to?

Platinum Motorsports on La Brea.

Oh, yeah?

That's Trinny Day's place.

SAMMY: Oh, yeah? Sal put him away

back in the '80s-- a huge dealer, banger.

Was it reported stolen?

No, we checked.

This is some south-of-the-border shit.

Sinaloa shoot-out.

(sighs): Phase Two used to be nine months.

Nine. Now it's six.

Pretty soon, they'll be

sending you boots straight from Academy graduation

to raiding gang houses by yourself in Watts.

So, what's the deal with Chickie and that Ferguson guy?

The Slug?

They pissed at Chickie for turning Dewey in?

He was drinking on the job.

She-she shouldn't report that?

You got to be able to trust who you work with.

She rode with Dewey for years.

She knew he needed help.

She waits until he flips a car

to say something?

Nah. Your partner's in trouble,

you find a way to help him before

it gets out of control.

Hey! Yellow does not mean stop.

Okay? You almost caused an accident.

You got something to be nervous about?

No, no. No?

Yes, I mean... Are you sure?

No, I'm sorry. Yes.

Get the hell out of here.

Hey! When it is green.

Both hands on the wheel-- it's not your daddy's Jag.

Go!

(honking horn) Go! Come on!

There's no way he'd leave his tools out here like this.

And his cane?

LYDIA: Your brother lives alone? Yes.

At 82?

He's very independent.

I come by to check on him every morning.

That was the last time you saw him?

Yes. I-I help him to monitor his sugar,

and I give him his shot; he's a diabetic.

Has he ever wandered off before?

He hasn't wandered off!

Something's happened to him!

Does he have any history of Alzheimer's,

dementia, never disappeared overnight

or for a couple of hours? No! Never.

Okay. Anything missing

from inside? Nope.

Just his car.

His car?

(scoffs) He drives?

Can somebody tell me when he's on the road,

so I can be at home watching TV?

Canvass the neighborhood.

Find out if anybody saw him leave.

Here you go.

You know, we should call this in.

Let Missing Persons handle it.

You got someplace else you need to be, then go.

I'm sure Fernandez will find somebody else

for you to work with.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Turn right.

Turn right! Turn right!

What'd you see?

Okay.

Okay.

Hold that.

(sighs)

Go.

I can't believe this guy.

I'm telling you, Russ, you would die.

He's got a little hanky in his jacket pocket.

He was interrogating this poor woman

like he was Sherlock Holmes

with these penetrating questions.

Well, he is a detective, Lydia.

I know, but I'm telling you you would hate him.

He just wants to hang out downtown

and wait for something sexy

or like a double homicide or a beheading.

Hey, uh, I gotta go.

Well, you want me to bring you something by later?

Uh, no. You know what?

Dina's coming by in a little bit.

You know I have your back, partner, right?

Yeah.

Detective!

You're driving too fast.

Slow down.

(sighs)

You pass Driver Training at the Academy?

Yeah, I did, with flying colors.

How's your back?

What?

Your back-- how is it?

Look at this.

Hey, dummy!

Look like a public urinal to you?

Stop now.

What's your name?

Alan Gaylord.

What's in the bag?

Beer.

Cite him.

What for?

25.620A: Open container.

May I see your I.D., sir?

Your I.D. Hands.

I'm on parole.

This gonna violate me?

Turn around and face the fence.

Hands behind your head.

I don't know, Alan.

If I search your pockets, am I gonna find anything?

No.

How about when

I put your name in my computer?

We gonna come back with any warrants?

No, sir.

All right.

You know what, Alan?

It's your lucky day.

You're just gonna get a ticket and be on your way.

Why don't you have a seat.

The old guy was out front when I was leaving for work.

He's always out there working in his garden.

Guy's a (bleep) fossil.

He's, like, a hundred or something.

Gets pissed when you park on the street

in front of his house.

Starts yelling and shit.

Just tell the detective what you saw.

As I'm walking to my car,

there's a guy in the yard talking to him.

And that was unusual?

This guy, yeah.

He was sketchy, you know?

Standing over the old man.

Sketchy how?

Big, shaved head.

Caucasian, Hispanic?

Black.

And I was thinking if the old man was yelling

at this guy for parking in front of his house,

he was gonna get his ass kicked.

But then they just got in the old man's car and drove off.

Did Mr. Noyes go willingly?

Big guy sort of helped him up. Had him by the arm.

Did he see something? Did you see my brother?

What did he do?

Did he seem like he was scared,

intimidated in any way?

I don't know.

It was kind of weird is that they left, though.

The big guy was driving.

I could see the old man in the seat next to him.

I thought maybe he was crying.

Oh, God.

You want me to start the paperwork

to get his bank records?

I already started it.

Should we call a press conference?

Press conference?

You know, alert the media.

Let the public help us find him.

4,000 people go missing a year in L.A.

We can't run to the media ten, 12 times a day.

82-year-old man, diabetic,

abducted from in front of his nice little house

in broad daylight.

We don't know that he was abducted.

Hello.

Yes. All right, thanks.

The coroner doesn't have him.

Makes for a nice story on Channel 5.

You want the media, call the sister.

A distraught family member always works best.

You just want your damn face on TV.

It's a nice face, though.

DISPATCH: 843, handle a code 30 at 1601 North Santa Fe Street.

843 en route.

Meet the owner in front of the building.

I guess somebody studied their map book.

I did, actually.

Nobody broke in the front door,

but the alarm went off hours ago.

I've been calling and calling and calling.

Sorry to make you wait, sir.

We've been out

doing actual police work.

Good morning, sir!

(chuckles) How are you today?

Could you just get me down?

You know, I can't figure you guys out.

You plan a burglary,

I mean, you must have had drivers waiting

to come in the front door, right?

You go through all that trouble,

and you can't bring a rope that's long enough.

You know how many of these dumbasses

I've had to cut down?

Look, man, my shoulders are killing me.

Can you just hurry it up?

Where are the other guys?

Read me my rights

and get me the (bleep) down!

Actually, I don't have to read them.

See, I have them memorized.

Did you pee your pants?

Come on, man.

You come to me, you legitimately want to turn your life around,

you got a job here.

Louis was like that.

He was one of my best workers.

He was executed in one of your Bentleys

with coke on him.

Guys slip.

They get back into the life.

They can't cut the ties.

Louis was former law enforcement in Mexico.

When I met him and gave him the job,

he was on the side of the road selling oranges.

That's a very moving story,

but I still want to know

why this poor worker

was driving a hundred-thousand- dollar car

with narcotics in it.

Did he take the car without your knowledge?

That's what I'm saying.

I think I'm saying that.

But if your man here was listening,

you know what I'm saying...

You're back in the game, aren't you, Trinny?

Is this whole thing just a front?

Got your brothers

and others dealing for you again?

You got your hustle going?

Nah, listen, man.

The only hustle that I have going on is between me and God.

And he's so good to me,

I got all the ballers, I got all the rappers,

everybody want to come over here and get

their Trinny on, you know what I'm saying? Money be green.

You know what I'm saying?

All I got to do is to stop

the violence, increase the peace on the streets,

help out my fellow suffering

gang members...

Don't you mean former gang members?

(chuckles)

Y'all got a lot of learning to do.

Y'all should just go talk to y'all boss, man.

I got a lot of respect

for Detective Salinger. You know why?

You're gonna tell us, right?

When I was clean, he let me go.

When I was dirty, I did the time.

Not like some others. Respect!

That's what we got going on.

That's what me and him got going on.

Mr. Noyes withdrew $400 from his ATM account

last night at 7:54.

He attempted to withdraw another $400

from our branch on North Hill at 8:26,

but was denied.

Would you like me to cue it up

to last night's transactions?

Yes, please.

(typing)

Yeah, that's Noyes,

but I can't see the guy next to him.

Were there any other attempts made to withdraw money

last night or this morning?

No.

Is that the only angle?

Yes. Well, there are people

waiting in line behind them.

Maybe they had to wait, too.

Can you pull up the transaction before?

Sure.

CORDERO: Damn, he's big.

(phone rings)

Adams.

Thanks. Patrol found his car.

Droopy, why'd you go and kill that nice girl for, huh?

I swear it wasn't me, dawg.

It was someone that looked like me.

I hate when that happens.

Seriously, fool, it wasn't me.

I wasn't anywhere near there.

Well, there was,

on the Fourth Street bridge.

You hear anything about that?

(chuckles)

That's some wild, wild West shit right there.

The car was registered to your old boss Trinard Day.

Trinny Day, ese.

(sighs)

Feel so bad for being a banger, eh?

Gonna make some amends.

(chuckles) Sabes que, that fool's still dealing drugs.

Still selling weapons,

only now he calls himself a-a "interventionist."

He's getting funded by the government.

Find out what happened this morning.

Then we'll see what we can do

for you from our end.

All right, I'll keep my ear to the ground.

Hey, check it out, dawg.

I got a new tattoo.

Oh, wow, look at that.

You always liked this shit.

That's good.

"Mama Tried."

You know the song?

What song?

Como que, what song?

Merle Haggard, vato.

Merle who?

"Mama Tried."

Can you sing it?

(chuckles)

Can he sing it? Check this out.

* I turned 21 in prison

* Doing life without parole

* No one could steer me right, but Mama tried *

* Mama tried, Mama tried.

(both laughing)

Hey, this boy always cracks me up, dawg.

It's good. I like it. I like it.

Keep digging, Droopy.

I will.

Don't worry about that.

(toilet flushes)

Hey. But then you got to get me out of here, all right?

We'll do our best, bro.

So the security guard found it parked here.

He was gonna call to have it towed until he looked inside.

Anything in the trunk? No.

Perimeter, Dumpsters?

Everything on this block.

You want us to widen the search?

(helicopter passing overhead)

(train whistle blowing in distance)

I'll call, get a K-9 unit down here.

in the middle of Silver Lake.

This is freakin' major, guys.

The Bentley comes back to Trinny?

Yeah.

The victim worked at Platinum.

GIL: You have any idea how close you all came

to (bleep) up a six-month surveillance today?

Yo, Gil, what's up, bro?

What's up? What's up is that we've been

on this guy for months and you guys almost blew it.

Who the hell are you?

Who am I? I'll tell you...

This is Gil Puente; he's one of us.

Narcotics.

What are we talking about?

Trinny Day. I see you guys

march in, it's like a freakin' nightmare.

I'm like... (scoffs) Almost pissed my pants.

You guys are set up over at Platinum Motor Sports?

Yes, we are, for the last six weeks.

Yeah, well, how were we supposed to know that?

We're working a homicide.

Yo, man, that's number two.

Gil, Gil, we didn't know, dude, all right?

We'd never step on your toes like that. Come on.

Yo, who is this guy, man?

This is my partner, all right?

Sammy Bryant, Gil Puente.

We used to work narcotics together

back in the day.

Delighted. Anyway, man, how are you?

I'm-I'm, I'm pretty good, man.

We just had another baby.

What?! Yeah.

Yo, come here, man!

Yo, that's beautiful, bro!

Yo, congrats! Thank you.

GIL: You got a factory, huh?!

How about you, man? You got any kids?

We're trying.

Yeah? Well, try harder, man.

(laughs) Anyway, man, the shootout

with the Bentley, the driver was my snitch.

What's Trinny up to?

He's running coke out of Mexico.

Laundering the money,

bringing it back in. Hey, man, why don't

you guys come hang out with us, man?

We got ATF, FBI, DEA on it.

We could fold in your homicide.

Hell, yeah, man. Yeah?

Yeah. I mean, you know, that's of course,

you know, Big Papa over here says it's okay

to come run with the big dogs.

Huh?

Henry Noyce is 82 and was last seen

accompanied by this man.

If you have any information about either man,

you're asked to contact the Los Angeles Police.

WOMAN: He's diabetic.

He doesn't hear very well, so...

If you've seen him, please, please help us.

Not a dry eye in the house.

We missed out getting some nice face time on that one though.

All right, thanks.

K-9 unit didn't find anything.

How'd you know?

What?

The call from patrol.

Why didn't you just hand it off to Missing Persons downtown?

Instinct?

CoГ±o, that's why I picked you.

I mean, I knew you were a star.

I just didn't have any idea what level.

You picked me?

Yeah, girl.

I called in some favors, got some hook-ins,

people looking out for me.

And you got to do the same thing.

You got to start using that star quality you got.

There's no telling where we could go.

You know?

Excuse me.

Mm-hmm.

(typing)

(phone ringing)

Adams.

CHICKIE: That looks like one of the stolen cars from roll call.

Run the plate.

I don't like using the computer.

Call it in then.

What unit are we?

A-35.

A-35. Need wants and warrants on

2-Paul-Charles- Edward-0-9-6.

What?

We got a hit off the picture.

Alan Gaylord.

Can't be sure it's him.

The picture is kind of grainy.

He one of your guys?

Yeah, paroled two weeks ago.

I only seen him a couple of times.

You know where he is now?

You mean where he's supposed to be.

He was paroled into a residential

drug treatment facility.

I called.

He walked out yesterday, hasn't come back.

Can he just walk out?

They gave him a day pass to go to the DMV.

Supposed to call me first to get permission.

And did they?

No.

We're under a federal court order to release

40,000 inmates this year to relieve overcrowding.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

DISPATCH: A-35, you got a code 37 vehicle.

What's your location?

372 Coliseum.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(siren whoops)

(car horn honking)

...372 Coliseum Street.

What the hell's he doing?

(siren whooping, horn honking)

I'm contact. You're cover.

(engine revving)

Sir. Sir!

CHICKIE (over speakers): Pull over!

Put the car in park!

Take the keys

out of the ignition now!

(crowd chattering)

Sir!

Stop the car now!

(engine revving)

Sir, stop the car!

(crowd clamoring)

Stop the car, sir! (tires screech)

Stop! Stop the car.

Take the keys

out of the ignition! (tires screech)

Sir, step away from the car!

Sir!

Step away from the car! Stop!

Back up! Back up!

Just back up!

(clamoring) MAN: Why don't y'all leave him alone!

Kevin!

(tires screech)

Don't move!

Ferguson!

(screaming, clamoring)

He shot him!

He shot Kadeen!

He shot him!

Calm down! You better back off!

(all shouting)

Get back! Get back!

DISPATCH: A-35, officer needs help.

Shots fired.

We've got an unruly crowd.

Turn it around.

(siren wailing)

A-43 responding.

A-35, shots fired, officer in trouble.

I'm gonna be sick.

Can you pull over? Code three.

Come on.

(crowd clamoring) Get out of the car!

Turn around! Turn around right now!

He's not shot!

Just put your hands above your head!

Get back! Get back! Get back!

Get back! Get back!

Get back!

Everyone, get back!

(clamoring continues)

(shouting)

Get away! Get away!

Get away!

Back up! Back up!

Bryant, need some backup.

Bryant, I need backup. Get off of me!

(siren wailing)

Clear right.

Can you pull over, please? Shut up!

God, man.

(crowd shouting)

Stay back! Back up!

He is not shot!

He's just cut from broken glass.

Get out of the way right now.

We will run you over.

(over speaker): Get out of the street.

Get off! Get off! Get off!

Get off!

Stay back! Stay back!

Stay back. We're good.

Get back. Get back!

Come on. Get him out of here.

Go. Let's go!

Get off! Get off!

Get out of here!

Get the hell out of here!

Get off!

Get off! Get back!

Back up! Get him out of here.

Watch your head. Watch your head.

Get out of here! Get out of here!

Back up! Back up! Get him out of here.

Get him out! Go!

Back up!

Move! Move!

Back the (bleep) up!

(engine starting)

What the hell happened out there?

I don't want to talk about it.

Ferguson fired his weapon?

I've got to get him inside

and notify Force Investigation.

Let's go!

I'm driving.

(engine starting)

MAN (over radio): All units be on the lookout

for a male black, Alan Gaylord.

Six-two, 200 pounds, bald.

Last seen in the 800 block

of South Kenmore yesterday evening

wearing jeans and a dark blue windbreaker

with yellow stripes on the sleeves.

Wanted in connection

with a possible kidnapping and vehicle theft.

A-43. We had contact

with an Alan Gaylord earlier today.

Who's handling?

We cited him on Garvey, north of Third,

at about 10:00 this morning.

He give you an address?

Yeah, his I.D. said Bakersfield,

but he was staying at a drug rehab house

in Koreatown; I've got the address.

No, we've been, and he's not there.

You search him? Yeah.

No drugs, no weapons.

Had a couple hundred in 20s on him.

Said he got it from a relative.

Well, he's an addict.

If he got high last night and this morning,

he's probably looking to cop by now.

Maybe we'll find him in a box.

Where'd you learn to drive like that?

BMW School when your daddy

bought you your new car?

Tonight with the captain.

Be all right.

Just answer his questions.

At least I won't have to do paper on you

every night anymore.

Why don't we leave this to patrol?

He's got cash burning a hole in his pocket.

He's going to keep coming out to score

until he runs out of money.

Or he bought everything he needed last night

and he's somewhere holed up getting his high.

Do me a favor.

Let's just not talk.

BEN: Think there's any chance the old man is still alive?

Department's got an awful lot of units out there.

Stop talking.

A-43. We have suspect,

Alan Gaylord, in sight.

237 wall north side.

I got him. I got him.

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

A-43. Suspect fleeing on foot.

(siren wailing in distance)

WOMAN (over radio): All units, A-43 is in foot pursuit

of a kidnapping suspect eastbound

on First Street and Main.

K-54, show us responding

to A-43's location, code two.

(tires screeching)

(siren wailing)

(panting)

(train whistle blowing)

(metallic thud, groaning)

(grunting and groaning)

(siren wailing)

(handcuffs latching, man groaning)

Where is he?

Where is he?!

Can't breathe.

Hey, you all right?

(groaning)

Where is he?

(helicopter whirring overhead)

(garbled radio transmission)

(siren wailing)

Got him.

(traffic passing by in distance)

Did you carry him down here by yourself?

MAN: Detective?

We may have a pulse here.

(siren wailing in distance, helicopter whirring overhead)

(stabbing, yelling)

Trinny Day says hello, you little snitch!

(Miguel crying, grunting)

Shit!

(gasping): Shit... shit...

Hey.

You wait for me?

Yeah.

You all right?

Couple of cracked ribs.

It's gonna put a crimp on my handball game.

How's our old guy?

Mm, we won't know for a couple of days.

He lost a lot

of blood.

You're pretty fast.

I'm impressed.

What?

Chasing Gaylord-- you must have ran

that last 40 in what, five flat?

I ran track in college.

So did I.

Distance, mostly.

Sprinter.

So...

want to buy an injured colleague a drink?

Maybe two?

No, I have someplace to be.

Hot date, huh?

No, nothing like that.

Right.

Hope you get lucky.

(quietly): Oh, wow.

(groans quietly)

(sighs): So...

how is your back? Fine.

So, we're gonna process you here,

but you're gonna get booked down in juvenile hall,

and that's where your mom's gonna be

waiting for you, okay?

Okay.

You want to find a minute,

talk about what happened out there?

No.

Hey, guys.

Thank you.

Sherman,

captain's waiting.

You sure you want to do this task force thing?

Yeah, man, it's going to be great.

It was a freaking blast.

You two go way back, huh?

The academy. Patrol down at Newton.

Way back, man. We good?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah?

*

(whistles) Oh, no!

Uh-oh, man. Que onda, brother, huh?

How are you? Come on, man.

(laughing) Hey, this is my brother right here.

Everybody say hello.

Introduce yourselves. I'm Nate. Nice to meet you.

All right, don't be shy. Don't be shy.

Hey, Mickey, right?

No, no, some water. Water, water.

Que water, ni water, man.

Whiskeys all around.

(indistinct chattering)

So when I get there this morning

the dude is putting all your stuff in a box.

Unbelievable.

You know I told him immediately to stop.

You know what else he tells me?

That he asked to work with me.

He has some hookup with upper management,

can get whatever he wants.

Like that's supposed to impress me.

Lydia, I talked to Fernandez.

I told her to box it all up.

I didn't know that.

Well, I guess he did okay later.

You know, he chased the guy down

pretty good when he had to.

I guess.

Hey...

I'm, like, pretty tired.

I'm sorry. I've been going on.

I'm going to go right now.

I just miss you.

(sobbing)

(sighs)

Russ...

(sighs)

Hey.

Captain signed my book.

Finished Phase Two.

Yeah? Yeah.

Four months to go.

Congratulations.

So, want to grab a drink, help me celebrate?

Thanks.

I think I'm just going to head home. Yeah.

Captain was right to sign your book.

You're going to be a great cop.

(horn honking)

Later, bro.

(horn honking)