All language subtitles for NYC 22 S01E07 Block Party.eng

All right, be on the lookout
for a couple

operating as
Mr. and Mrs. Upstate.

They've been
flimflamming tourists,

saying they've been
robbed of their wallets

and need money to get
back on the Greyhound.

European backpackers
have been falling for it.

A certain Hakki from Helsinki
had a change of heart,

gave chase
to get his donation back,

when, uh, Mr. Greenjeans here
pulled a revolver on him.

So we're eager to put
these two out of commission.

Greenjeans doesn't look like
he could beat an egg,

let alone a backpacker.

Doesn't take much strength
to pull a trigger.

Did somebody say something?
Item two:

There's been a sweep of
unlicensed gypsy cab drivers.

They're in the desk area
for processing.

It's overcrowded;
They're unhappy.

Proceed with caution.

Last thing: there's quite
a few block parties today,

which is why we pulled you
in four hours early.

Four hours of OT?
I'll take it.

Sarge won the rib-eating contest
last month on 118th.

Actually, that was
the limbo contest.

What's a block party?

A little bit of this,
a little bit of that.

Fun for the whole fam-damily.

Don't forget to tag anyone
with an open alcohol container.

Things got lax last month.

We got more than
a few complaints,

and an assault on 121st.

All right. Roll out.

You, uh... need me, boss?

No. No, sorry.

Just a second, I'll
be right with you. Hector?

Hey, you okay?

You all right?

Your hands. They, uh...

They should be looked at.

Excuse me.

What's your name?

Monica Pridgen.

I'm in trouble.

My guess is,

someone else, not you,
is in trouble.

"Khan."

Sometimes I wish I could say

my first name was Bill,
or Mike... Joe.

My brother's name is Joe.

Huh?
My brother...

Your brother would
want you to let me help.

I can't...
It's okay.

I can't say it...

What if I say it?

There was a knife.

But not at first.

You tried to fight.

Then the knife came.

You gave him the money
you had, but...

that wasn't want he wanted.

No.

Where did this happen?

The basement of
the Alder House Projects.

How long ago?

15 minutes?
I don't know.

Okay.

Kenny. Yeah, what's up?

I need you to go
tell Sergeant Dean

I think we have
a rape victim here.

I don't want to
leave her alone.

I was going to work.

I didn't see him.

He pulled me down a stairway.

Monica, I'd like to focus
on a description first.

This individual may
still be in the area,

and I'd like as many
officers as possible

to know who to look for.
There you go.

What was his race?
His what?

Uh, white, black, Hispanic...
Oh, uh, black.

And how tall was he?
Medium.

Medium like...
Officer Khan?

No, Officer Khan's tall.

Hair?
Black.

Any tattoos?
Facial hair, scars?

Almost anything
would be helpful to us.

He had long eyelashes.

Really long.

Like a girl.

And he had...

a bellybutton that
went out, not in.

I don't know, I just...

just remember that.
Good. That's good.

How old would you say?

I don't know. Just... 20s.

Maybe a little older.

And what was he wearing?
Nothing, you know, um...

Blue jeans,
sneakers, T-shirt...

Except his hoodie.

That was green and gray.

Green like what?

Like grass?
Like Christmas trees?

Green like a parking cone.
Fluorescent green.

Okay, we need to get you
to a hospital.

I know you do, but...

could I...

I would like to... help.

Are you up to taking
a quick ride with us?

See if you can spot him?

Uh, the officer I spoke with.
Would he be with us?

If you want him to.

Okay.

: We got two or three
cars blocked this afternoon.

Look, there.

No, more gray.

I don't understand.

How could he vanish like this?

Try and take it easy, Monica.

We've only been out here
ten minutes.

One thing I just remembered.

If you could speak up for me?

He had one of those new watches,

like the rappers
and the NBA players have.

Um...

the face, it's red and black.

Has a biohazard sign on it.

Oh, my God.

Stop! Police!

Oh, damn!

She's probably in shock.
Spotting a face in a crowd's

different than clocking
a gray and green sweatshirt.

I'd be surprised if she
could ID the president.

She wanted to try.

She's just been raped.

She might not be making the best
decisions for herself right now.

Sorry, sorry.
My bad.

It's just some clumsy kid.

Look, any time
you want to stop,

just let me know.

Look at the guy by the,
uh, one, two, three...

fourth house on the right.
Jeans, with the vest,

medium build.
He's definitely noticing her.

Well, see, but that's just it.

She's a young woman
walking through a block party.

Guys are gonna look, period.

Why can't I find him?

That's our job.
We'll get him.

Look, let's get you out of here,
get you checked out.

Okay.

See that store?

Club there at one time.

High-stakes stone-thug
craps game.

Troy Minton breaks in,

robs each and every one of them.

By himself!

He was 16.
Troy who?

Minton.
You never heard of him?

Wow, I mean, he was thug royalty
back here in the '70s.

You might know the history
of the neighborhood,

but to me this job
is all about instincts.

And reading
people, right here, right now.

A place is just a place,
all due respect to Troy Minton.

Hey!

Officers!

What seems to be the problem?

My next-door neighbors.

They've been renovating
for over a year.

- The noise.
- If the work occurs

between 8:00 a.m. and 5:00 p.m.,
it's legal, ma'am.

But they have a backhoe.

We'll look into it, ma'am.

No permit.

Aren't you going
to shut them down?

The anticrime band's plugging
up the hole behind that church.

But you have plenty of time
to get through there.

Tell you what.

I see a lot of doorways.

I see ducking in, laying low.

Well, let's leave my rooks here

in case you're right.

They got a fleeting
look at him...

maybe they'll
recognize him again.

Maybe, maybe.

Meanwhile, we've got
to get her to the hospital

to get a rape kit.

Hey, McLaren.

You and Khan stay here.

Patrol the party,

but keep your eyes
open for our boy.

Think he might still be around?

He knew there was a party
to get lost in,

maybe knows the block,
maybe lives around here.

And, uh, don't let Khan make
any judgment calls on this one.

Sarge?

I was just reading,
there was a rape

last week in the 88.

Afghan dad tried to have
his daughter arrested

for filing a false report

instead of pursuing the rapist.

Yeah, that's not Ahmad.

Maybe not, but...

these cultural
reflexes run deep.

When push comes to shove...

he may feel uncomfortable
catching this guy.

But he was the one...
Yeah, just be aware.

You may be on your own
on this one.

Yes, sir.

I saw Retread's
girlfriend last night.

Oh, yeah.

What's his gang, the DDDs?

No, the DDLs...
Die-Hard Ding-a-Lings.

Or is it the DDWs...
Dummies Doing Wrong?

Yeah, I saw her
with a guy from a rival gang.

I'll tell you, beefs over
these shorties can turn ugly.

Yeah.

Damn!

It's like the mother
of all bottlenecks.

It's gotta be, like,
two dozen cars trapped here.

I think I saw this in a
French movie once, you know?

By the end, people started
eating each other.

Aw, man...

Aw, come on!

Will you guys do something?

Okay. See, look.

Here's the problem here.

You got this Corolla,
it must be, like,

at least three feet
from the curb,

which makes it the ideal car,

in this genius's mind,
to park alongside.

Turn that garbage off!

Now!

Hey, hey!
Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey! You got a license
for that thing?

Officer...

Don't get too pleased
with yourself.

Hey! This is America, man.

Yeah, well, as this block's
founding father,

I decree you have
disturbed the peace.

Me? What about him?

He reminds me of
my grandfather.

He just gets a warning.
Let's see some I.D.

So, uh, what
did Yoda say to you?

Say to me? When?

After Special Victims took
Monica through the block party.

Oh, that. Nothing.

He was just wanting

to make sure we checked
every entryway.

He couldn't tell both of us?

Relax. He told me;
Now I'm telling you.

Okay, uh, let's start

checking these entryways.
Check it out.

That's the watch she described.

McCLAREN:
There's another one, 10:00.

That's a nice watch.

What'd you pay for it?

20 bucks.

They sell 'em all over.

What, you think I got 8K
for the real thing?

It's a frickin' watch fiesta.

Another damn dead end.

Hey, ma'am.
Sorry to disturb you.

Just a quick check,
if we could.

Do you have permits
for the yard work?

Certainly.

I forgot to post them.

Can we see them, please?

Of course.
Please, come in.

You're not welcome.

Nice home.

Oh! When my husband
was transferred

from L.A. to New York,

we started looking
for houses in Harlem,

and I saw this one
come on the market,

and I remembered the address

from my grandmother's
childhood stories.

Look like she remembered it?

She passed a few years ago.

Sorry for your loss.

Oh, my God!
Somebody get out here!

Someone take a look at this!

Back it up! Back it up!
Don't dig any more!

I been digging up the decades
all over Harlem.

You know, pottery shards,
coins, buttons,

rubber dolls...
but this... this is a first.

Stay put.

MLI says the remains
aren't fused together

as they would be for an adult.

They have to take the skeleton

back to the
M.E.'s office,

but he's pretty sure
it was a teenage female,

and from the degeneration,

she's been here quite a while.

Could be over half a century.

The owner just bought this house
last year.

What do we do?

You go back to patrol,

and be happy don
have to spend half your day

on paperwork and phone calls,

trying to figure out who this is
after 50-some-odd years.

So you gonna tell me
what Yoda really said?

It doesn't matter.

Good. Then it won't matter
if you tell me.

Something happened
in Brooklyn last week...

a rape.

The Afghani family.

I read about it in the papers.

Yeah.

It just got under
his skin a little.

He thought you might not
feel comfortable

being aggressive on a rape case.

You're kidding me, right?

Let's just find this guy,
all right?

McCLAREN: Another one
of those damn watches.

Look how loose it is.

You knowhe rapist
got rid of his sweatshirt

to keep us from
identifying him...

He might've figured he had
to ditch the watch, too?

Or give it to someone to hold.

You should've won.

I never heard a police
with that accent before.

You like it?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Dawn. What's yours?

Ahmad.

Nice.

It's weighing you down.

Uh, it's my brother's.
He gave it to me.

Really.

Actually, no.

He got it from my dad.

He loaned it to me for good luck
in the dance contest.

I gotta go.

All right.

Catch you later.

Let me guess:
It's not hers.

Her father's,
her brother's.

She's lying about it
in any case.

Could be his.

Could be anybody's.

Let's just see if
someone comes looking for it.

They dug up a body in there?

The remains of one.

Is some kind of ghoul
on the loose?

Doubt it.

What they found is pretty old.

Hoold?

Old enough you shouldn't
be worrying about it.

That's Etta King.

She's kind of strange.

She's been a little odd
since she been a teenager.

Used to be a dancer,
back in the day.

Her family been around
here since the flood.

Couple stories almost
that old, too.

She lives in the
house she was born in.

Ma'am...?

How old are they saying?

Half a century, maybe.

Do you know who...?

Who lived there back then?

The piano teacher.

Mr. Hubert Holmes.

It's not a grown man they found.

No, it was a teenage girl.

How do you know that?

Her name is Dorothy Walker.

Empty.

Get this termite twit towed!

Sir, let's try a little Zen
here, if we could.

Zen?! Would you say "Zen" to me

if I was Caucasian?

Probably not.

The number you've reached

has been disconnected.

Anything? MAN: Whoa, whoa!

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Show me some love.
Show me some love.

I got it.
Here we go.

All right.

Come on. Come on...

Sounds like the starter.

Pop the hood.

Ere is no hood.
Sounds like the starter.

The engine's under the seat.

I got it, though.
I got it. It's just...

Whoa...

I have a meeting!

Really?
Right in front of me?

I had a meeting 20 minutes
ago, for a major deal.

Here's my deal:
You're going to jail, pal.

McCLAREN:
It could be him.

Different pants.

He could've changed 'em.

Showing some teeth.

And he just took
his watch back.

Hey, wait up!

Yo, what'd she tell you?

Whoa, we just want
to talk to you.

Yo, what that bitch tell you?

Bitch!

Yo, she's lying!
Don't move.

Come here. Come on.

Long eyelashes.

What?!

Out. Not in.

Just like Monica described.

My friend Dorothy Walker and I,

we were taking piano lessons
at that house

when we were maybe 14, 15.

Back in the '50s.

But Mr. Holmes...
he was up to other things.

He caught me unawares one day,
and I let him kiss me.

I guess he got a lot
farther with Dorothy.

Ma'am, why do you think
it's Dorothy we found?

One day she told me she was
gonna run away with him.

Now, mind you,

and Dorothy was 15.

Run away...
You mean...?

See, Mr. Holmes was Smitty
Davis's favorite piano player.

Smitty Davis, the racketeer
back in the '50s.

The one who owned Smitty's Crib.

And it was command performances
there all the time

for Mr. Holmes.

So, even if he was ready
to leave his family,

which he wasn't,

no way he could
get away from Smitty.

You said that at the...

When Dorothy disappeared,
the police questioned me,

but I was too scared
to tell them

anything about her
and Mr. Holmes.

It's haunted me all these years.

How else could he have
gotten rid of her,

a 15-year-old girl?

He couldn't have her
rejected and upset,

going to the police.

I'm telling you:

That's Dorothy's skeleton
in that backyard.

Thank you.

Go outside for a second?

What part of "resume patrol"
didn't resonate?

That poor lady's been carrying

this guilt around for 60 years!

People carry around all kinds
of personal grief.

So that's it?

Her best friend may have
been murdered.

All right, listen,
it's only natural,

you see a sad old lady

and your heart goes
into savior mode,

until your 20th or 30th
sad old lady,

and then you look at the
merits of the statement.

Listen... I'm just asking,

with all due respect,

are you writing this off?

No. This is an active lead
in what might be a murder case

or might not be a murder case.

I'll run it down.

But not right away.

I have two robbery
complaints coming in,

and a burglary arrest
to enhance,

so, no... no, not right away.

Take your time.
This isn't a race.

He seems...

...nicer than I...
Which one?

Numb 1.

He looks nicer?

Than I remember.

Number 3, I think.

Maybe.

No, I'm sorry.
Not him.

Okay. Thank you.

I hate to say it,
but I think she's fried.

What, that's it? He walks?

No evidence, no I.D.

Watch isn't evidence
of anything.

My take on Monica?

That's the rapist.

She's just too shook

to I.D. him.

I've seen a lot of lineups.

She's not the type.

Too gentle, too sensitive.

It's the angry ones
that can do it.

My take on Monica is that
she didn't see him in there,

and that the rapist
is still out there somewhere.

Of course, I might
not be seeing it clearly,

my cultural biases
being what they are.

I told him.

Clearly.

All due respect, Sarge,
you're wrong this time.

Give the suspect
a discon summons

for popping off at the party,

then kick him loose.

And then can we head back?

We got to find this guy.

Yeah, go.

Return date's on the back.

Lock me up for nothing,
then give me a ticket?

I knew she wouldn't go this far.

I should sue her for lying on me
about the watch.

Lying about what?
I didn't steal it from her.

She gave it to me.

Everybody's been
talking about how

she's been stepping out on me
with some other fool.

And then I see that watch
hanging off her wrist?

It ain't hard to figure out

where she got it from.

Then she try to play it off
like it was for me.

I ain't stupid,

but it's a $8,000 watch.

I don't care where it
come from, I'll take it.

How do you know
that's an $8,000 watch?

How do you not?

Yeah, and me with my
extensive watch collection.

Yo, when do I get it back?

Just a second.

You think he's telling
the truth?

I think he's too stupid

to come up with
a lie that fast.

Running from the police or not,
I wouldn't hand off

an $8,000 watch to someone
I didn't know well.

If the rapist is
Dawn's other action...

...then Dawn
can I.D. him for us.

Officer, I've learned
my lesson.

No. After you've spent
a few hours in the precinct,

followed by the
Kafkaesque nightmare

of trying to get
your car out of impound,

then, and only then,

will you stand a chance
of learning your lesson.

Looks like you got yourself
a real conga line here.

Normally I approve
of traffic jams, you know.

It's nature's way

of telling people
to ride a bike.

Seventh cavalry.

Finally.

Son of a...!

I think I'm gonna go home now.

Thought the squad had this.

I only found one
Hubert Holmes in Harlem.

Let's find out
if it's the same one

and turn it back over to Mascis

before our lunch break is over.

Come on. We could be
solving a murder.

Tell me that doesn't get
your engine going.

My engine is telling me
Mascis was right about you.

What's under your skin
with this?

Etta's like my grandma.

She's black?

Before I was born,
this one time,

she handed the car keys over
to my teenage uncle

when he'd been drinking
on the sly,

and he wound up wrapping
himself around a tree.

My nana never forgave herself.

Walked around
with a hole in her gut

for the rest of her life.

I just want to see
if we can put something

to rest for her
one way or the other.

I've been waiting for you...

53 years.

Mr. Holmes?

You know why we're here?

I hear you've been digging up
my old backyard.

So it is Dorothy Walker

they found buried back there?

Dorothy? What?

The body.

What body?

I'm, I'm talking
about the money.

What money?

From the armored car robbery.

That Smitty Davis buried
in my backyard in '58.

McLAREN:
If we're right about the watch

and Dawn's relationship
with the rapist...

But that's a lot of "What ifs,"

starting with if Monica even
I.D.'d the right kind of watch.

I believe in her.

I have since I saw her
sitting alone

in the front of the precinct,
unnoticed by everyone else.

Watch came in stolen
from a rape/homicide

in Central Park Precinct
two months ago.

That's why the rapist
was trying to hid it.

It's evidence.

That watch can put
him away for life.

McLAREN: He's gonna
want it back, bad.

And Dawn doesn't have it.

If he finds out what happened,
guesses what we know...

...he's gonna realize
Dawn can give up his name.

Then he's gonna have
to kill her.

I'll have Special Victims
and Anticrime circulate

through the party, but you guys
are our fastest I.D. on Dawn.

She wasn't wearing a coat,

and the temperature was
dipping down in the 50s.

I'll bet she lives
on the block.

Well, even if she doesn't,

it's the best place
to start looking.

Look, if you see her
and she's not in trouble,

then hang back
and call for backup.

And if she is in trouble?

Then you make
your best judgment call.

Meaning Kenny's judgment, right?

You have something
you want to say to me?

Not while there's
a rapist on the loose.

You think this is real?

Old guy was any more specific,

he would have gave us
a map with dotted lines

and an "X."

I hit something.

Holy... kid, you just
did not want me going home

on time, did you?

Damn.

Lift it up.

It's dirty. No, don't move it yet.
Don't move it yet.

Lift it up.
I'm pushing down.

Lift it...
My hands are dirty.

George.

There you go.
Officers,

my car's about halfway
down the block.

Well, you should stay with it.
Let us do what we can up here.

Well, that's kind of the thing.

I got carjacked two days ago,

and the guy who did it is
kind of behind the wheel.

How you doing today, sir?

Stupid question, right?

Uh, can I see your license
and registration, please?

Hey, where do you think you're going?

There you go.

A regular Houdini you are.

I'm out of cuffs.

Uh, Smitty came by
with a bunch of guys,

said he wanted to,
uh, use my backyard.

He buried

three bags of money
in the way back.

I never touched it.

Why not?

Well... wasn't mine.

Smitty Davis has been dead

since 1960.

He wasn't the only guy
who robbed it,

and they all had guns.

Like I said, wasn't mine.

And Dorothy Walker?

I'm not proud
of, of carrying on

with her back then,
but I really don't know

what the hell
you're talking about.

I might have made
a few false promises,

but that's as far as it went.

I always thought
she might have run off

with some other older guy.

Can I go now?

Did he confess?

The detectives are
still talking to him.

I can prove
that's Dorothy's body

and that there's no one else
who would have put it there.

I-I'm sorry.
What is this?

My half of a friendship ring.

Dorothy had the other half.

I'm sure one of your men
would have found it

by now in the soil where
her skeleton was discovered.

Let's take a walk.

We need a jack or something.

You got any tools in there?

Nah, man, I got nothing.

Come on. You got
to have something.

Uh, nah, I usually,

um...

No, you know what?

No, don't open it.

It-It's toxic.
It-it's mad toxic.

It, um...

Wow.

Boy, that is

a lot of pot.

This ain't my truck?

Ah.

Here it is.

Let me get him.

Come in. Come in.

So you've brought me a visitor.

This is Etta King.

She's your neighbor.

Pleased to meet you.

Likewise.

This is Olivia Updike.

I couldn't help noticing

a unique-looking
necklace

that's in some of your photos.

Oh, you mean this one?

You found that buried

in your yard?

;
In my yard?

My goodness, no.

This was my grandmother's.

Her... she was
with Dawn before.

I've been looking for you.

Have you seen Dawn...

that girl you were talking to?

We were just about to ask you
the same question.

That man she's been stepping out
on DeVaughn with...

The one who gave her the watch?

I shouldn't have said anything,

but I kind of like DeVaughn
and I thought...

This other man...
do you know his name?

Roy, Ray...
something like that.

He was out here
looking for her.

Does he know what happened...

her boyfriend getting arrested?

Who would tell him?

I got to say,

the way that guy
stares at you...

There's a lot of roughnecks
around here, but this guy...

he straight-up scares me.

Did he find Dawn?
I don't know.

She was supposed to meet me
by the Carter barbecue,

but she never showed.

Do you have her cell?
Call her.

Lashelle?

Is he there with you?

Wait. Who is this?

I'm the police officer

who talked to you
about your watch

at the dance contest.

Is he there with you?

Yes.

Okay, don't talk.
Just listen.

Tell him I'm your old boyfriend.

Tell him I have his watch,
then put him on the phone.

Just do it.

It's DeVaughn.

What?

Yo, you can keep
that cheating bitch,

but I want $200 for the watch.

Like I'm gonna pay for my watch.

Don't pay for it then.

What did you just do?

Hello?

I'll give you $50.

Where you at?
Where you at?

I ain't got time
for these games.

You want it

or don't you?

That nasty house with the tub.

And listen up,
I ain't coming out alone.

I don't get my watch back,
me, you, Dawn

gonna have us a serious
three-way conversation,

you feel me?

I'm walking over there now.

The house at the end of the
block... the one with the tub.

You stay here.

Police!
Don't move!

Back off or I'll skin her!

444 West 120th...
man with a knife

at the block party.

The whole precinct's
on its way.

Drop the knife or
I will shoot you!

It's okay.

Number 3.

Grandmother Dorothy died
in Los Angeles six years ago.

I don't understand.

That's her, a year
before she passed.

She wore that ring

around her neck,
all those years.

Why didn't she tell me
where she was?

Maybe she tried to.

She ever say anything
about Harlem?

About leaving?

She was in love with
a piano teacher who lived here.

When he rejected her, she just
up and ran away from home...

first to Chicago, then to L.A.,

where she ultimately
met my grandfather.

She said she was so
heartbroken by that man

she didn't even bother to tell
her own parents when she left.

Or her best friend.

Etta, what you didn't
speak up about

when you were 14 years old,
it didn't happen.

So you don't have to
feel guilty any more.

I don't.

I feel...

angry.

All those years of not knowing,
how could you not be angry?

But it sounds like her silence
grew out of her shame.

Just like yours.

And that's a silence
that's just

harder and harder to maintain.

I know you know that.

You have lovely long legs.

Did you ever train as a dancer?

Couldn't dance my way
out of a phone booth.

Oh, poor Dorothy.

I just hope she found
some joy in her life.

I know I have.

Well, if her granddaughter's
any indication,

she sure knew how to raise
decent children.

Only question is: if that
skeleton's not Dorothy's,

whose is it?

Yeah! Woo-hoo!

They say rain makes
the best policeman.

Might have to switch my vote

to traffic jams.

All right.

All right, everybody!

Homes, children, jobs!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on. Let's go home.

Everybody.

Let's go home.
Come on.

All right, let's move it along.

Move it along.

Thank you for coming.

Move it along.

Thank you.
Don't forget to write.

Solved an armed robbery

and a missing persons
case in 12 hours.

Who's better than us?

What?

There's still a skeleton.

Some kid died alone
and anonymous.

That's a mystery
for another day.

Whoever they were,
they gave us answers.

And the old lady got peace.

I mean, how many of us
will be able to do that

50 years after we're dead?

You always see
the glass half full?

I used to see it full full,
then plumb empty.

Now half full is good enough.

I told Kenny
to take the lead today.

And I was wrong.

I want you to know that.

Okay.

And to be honest,

that story about the family
in Brooklyn, it threw me.

Yeah, threw me, too.

I should have talked to you
about it.

You're the one in charge here,
not me.

You don't have to
explain yourself to me.

Tell you the truth, I've never
worked with a Muslim cop before.

I have no friends or
acquaintances that are Muslim.

To the best of my knowledge...

other than the occasional cup
of coffee at the corner store,

I don't think I've ever
talked to a Muslim,

you know,
that I wasn't arresting

or... taking a complaint from.

And until I left Kabul
five years ago,

I knew nothing but Muslims.

Can you imagine what I heard

growing up all my life in
Afghanistan about you people?

So go figure.
Yeah.

The danger of working
with rookies

is assuming that there's nothing
you can learn from them.

I made that mistake
with you today.

I won't next time.

I don't believe it.

What?

We never ticketed the, uh...

Corolla.

...that started
the whole damn traffic jam.

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