"32, you still right in front of the Stardust, you heading over to Bally's?" "Forward copy, 4-6-7." "One Adam Two." "401 David 3-204." "Adam 12, go ahead." "One-two clear on that." "One-two." "Two-12." "Unit on three you're not transmitting." "Unit eight this is unit two, do you copy, over." "I got you two, this is unit eight." "I've been getting walked on by another unit using our frequency." "Do you copy?" "Are you kidding?" "Well this is gonna screw us up." "Yo, unit two, check it out." "I copy your complaint." "Now if you get a vagrant wandering onto our show, can you probably inform him that this is police frequency." "This is Marlboro Man." "I don't know who you are boy..." "Bugsy, did you hear that?" "He called you boy." "I heard him, Mike, thank you." "Thank you very much." "Who the hell are you?" "I want your call letters now!" "This is some official police radio frequency, now you got two seconds to get off." "Best lookin' girl I ever knew couldn't get me off that fast." "Look, you're interfering, with an arrest you mister, all right?" "This is a felony, now terminate your transmission now!" "I'm sure that really scared him." "I believe it did." "Look, you're violating the law." "Mr. Marlboro Man, last chance." "Get off the frequency!" "I am the law boy, and I'd love to stay and chat." "I got a black male with bandana holding' an automatic." "Need backup, I'm in pursuit!" "Get off punk!" "Punk, punk, punk, punk." "No!" "Run like that, give it up punk!" "Move, move!" "Give it up!" "Wait, wait, so anyway he pulls this up and says, "Shrimp."" "Just like this he goes..." "Unit eight, your suspect is entering the parking lot." "Hey, hey, hey..." "I wanna talk to you." "Give it up, give it up!" "Oh, this guy's gonna fuckin' bust him." "What's in his hand?" "Ahh!" "Gimme the keys mother fucker!" "I'm not gonna keep talkin' it, get your hands off of 'em." "You!" "I'm gonna drop you!" "Whoa!" "No way!" "Well..." "Can't believe it!" "Excuse me, Marlboro Man, nice job." "Who the hell are you guys?" "We're vice." "Yeah, Video Vice." "Video Vice?" "Well for a minute there I thought you were real cops." "Hey, do you know how you tell a real cop?" "A real cop doesn't blow his cover." "What the hell you looking at?" "Not much." "You'd look a lot abetter with a smile on your face and your hair down." "Kids." "Huh, hundred dollar bill, nice touch." "What you see and what you hear in this room is confidential, strictly not for public release." "This is what I wanna talk to you about." "This is what we're up against, a serial killer." "We have no motive, only method." "We have no suspects, only a few suspicions." "And they are Chief?" "The killer is probably a prostitute." "She has sex with her victim then she kills them." "As to motive, it could be any number of reasons." "The psych department has come up with several." "So we have an unhappy hooker." "Oh, and she wears a red wig." "It's stone-cold dead after that." "Okay, so what you're saying is..." "What I'm saying is that your team has done a good job." "What you need is some help now, so we're gonna get you that." "Look, wait, we don't need any help, we're fine." "Heather, Heather, send in Joe if you would please." "Best man in homicide." "Oh, Lord, this guy?" "God almighty." "Oh my God, oh Lord, TJ Hooker." "You know each other?" "Well..." "I don't know what game you're playing, but you better be able to work with one another." "Well I don't wanna work with these guys, they're a bunch of pups." "Hey Joe, we didn't ask for you." "Chief, we can do this on our own, really." "Yeah, I second that, Chief." "He doesn't exactly..." "Hey, hey, hey, hey why don't you watch your language man." "Oh, we homeboys now?" "I don't like your language." "I don't like your clothes, so now we're even." "That's clever." "What are you looking at?" "You, I'm staring at you." "A woman is the worst mistake in the history o flaw enforcement." "Well look at that, he's not only rude, he's a caveman." "Well even a caveman knows a woman can't do a man's job." "No, come on." "Yeah right." "Come on." "Ouch!" "What does that prove?" "Well that's my point, honey, that's my point." "Well, I'm glad we're all friends." "Cute little stunt you pulled in there partner." "Well, partner, you gotta lay down the ground rules, let 'em know who's in charge." "They like that." "Maybe you shouldn't be quite so hard." "Well, maybe." "It's one thing to videotape hookers, it's another thing to track down killers, you know that." "These young nimrods, they hesitate one second and the city of Vegas doesn't have to worry about paying my pension." "They're fully aware, Joe." "I could be wrong, I could be wrong." "Look at me, 20 years in-grade, and you, you partner up with me for a few years, and you just climb on up that latter Chief." "They don't always promote the best cops, Joe, they promote the best administrators." "It's a dubious distinction at best." "Dubious?" "Yeah." "We had our days, didn't we?" "Oh God yeah, yeah." "Life goes on though." "Yeah it does." "Yes sir, Chief." "Hello, yeah okay, okay, thanks a lot." "That's the front desk, she's on her way." "This is it." "Joe, I need you to adjust the camera on your buckle." "On your buckle, that's it, that's it." "That's good." "Just talked to the bell captain, ho is on the way." "All right, woow!" "Damn girl, what were you doing in that bathroom?" "Just a second." "All right, well wait a minute." "What am I doin'?" "Coming." "Hi." "Hi sweetie." "Come on in." "You're kinda young, how old are you?" "How old do you want me to be?" "Old enough, I guess." "Can I use your bathroom?" "Sure, it's back there." "Get ready Joe." "What was that?" "I said, we're gonna have a real good time baby." "Well, you get what you pay for sweetie." "So, what'll it be, around the world?" "Normal." "A traditionalist, I'm an old fashioned girl myself." "That'll be a $100 bucks." "Is that negotiable?" "No, but it is in advance." "Here's a little extra." "I think that's it, shall we go?" "No, no, no." " No, no, no." "Let him cook for a little while." "Yeah, yeah." "It's good." "Uh huh." "Boy she must of been out of lotion." "She looks angry." "He looks a little angry, doesn't he?" "Fun's over, come on, come on, let's go." "Okay." "Oh man." "Vegas Vice, you are under arrest for prostitution." "Where in the hell you guys been?" "I can't take another bust." "Joe, it's just a..." "What, what do you have to say?" "I mean, we figured you have a little time to skeet the ball." "Oh yeah?" "Excuse me?" "No, excuse me." "Take another bust..." "I don't give a rat's ass..." "Ugh!" "Bitch jumped out the window." "Ahh!" "Bitch jumped our the window!" "Ugh!" "That is not the most professional display of police work I have ever seen." "Actually Chief, I think the sound and the camera work is like, you know with, and the camera is like..." "Yeah, it was actually..." "It was real..." "Oh..." "Yeah, it looked nice." "You had a few problems." "Oh, we had a few problems all right, right here with these girl scouts." "Another feminine reference, how nice." "All we did was let Joe sit in there and cook a little too long with the suspect." "It's no big deal, Joe." "You know, it's just like an initiation into the club." "It's a bunch of crap." "Damn it was just a joke." "It was just a joke, damn." "You think putting two people in the hospital, costing the city thousands of dollars worth of property damage is funny?" "Well it ain't funny, it ain't a joke." "Look at me punk, I'm talkin' to you." "I ain't laughing'." "There's nobody laughing here." "You know what?" "We don't need a babysitter, okay, and you're too loud." "Would you like some bread to go with all that whine you..." "Chief, maybe somebody with a sense of humor might be..." "Look, this is like ridiculous!" "There's no reason why we can't do..." "Hey, hey, confine your jokes to your men on your own time." "Can't take a joke." " Take a joke." "It's hot in here, turn on the air conditioning." "Chief, your appointment's here." "Oh, oh." "Oh, and Mike, your girlfriend called, test results were negative." "Could you please do me a favor, can you just put this stuff in my mailbox?" "Is that all right?" "I'm not your personal secretary." "And, oh, the surf shop called from LA, your board is ready." "Thank you." "What is Sex Wax anyway?" "It's something that you're never gonna know about, please just run away, please." "Come on Bardog, right for the top." "Hey, Jake, watch out, Joe's getting serious." "He's putting on the side boards." "It's illegal inmost states, you know?" "Put it on the side boards." "Ahh!" "Woo!" "Ahh, damn freakin' rookies!" "Hey, give it up will ya?" "Are you still pissed off about that vice thing?" "Hey the chief likes the numbers, pandering and prostitution are both down." "And a vice for your advice..." "Vice-ke-teers!" "My God, what the hell you know about the streets anyway, huh?" "You're still pencils and pushing the buttons..." "What do I know about the streets?" "Hey, if you don't..." "On the computer..." "You and I and Barney invented the streets." "Jake." "You remember my rookie year?" "Hey, what is it, something I don't know about?" "Come on, what is it?" "Me and Joe, me and Joe are out on the streets, right?" "Now, I'd been on the job, what, about a week, and he's been on about a year, so that makes him the veteran and makes me the rookie." "Which means I gotta do everything he says, so we bust this hustler down on the strip." "So he tells me, he tells me I gotta pat her down 'cause she might be packing a rod." "Pat her down?" "Yeah, well that's something we used to have to do." "So I'm like kinda trying to, you know..." "Trying to feel this poor girl up." "Hey, come on will ya, what happened?" "All right, all right, all right, so I get my hands around her front, I'm kinda like hesitating, and he's going, "Come on, come on, come on, you gotta do it"," ""you gotta do it."" "Yeah so?" "So I reached down in front, and she's packing a rod all right." "I'm shaking hands with the biggest salami on the strip." "That son of a bitch has got me feeling up a transvestite." "Man, Jesus." "And then, and then she says, "You can bust me anytime."" "Let's get the hell out of here man." "Hey, gimme the keys." "No, I ain't giving you the keys." "Gimme the keys." "You got the keys." "No, no, no, you got the keys." "Here, here, here's the keys." "Here, Bardog's got the keys!" "Come on, let's go." "Come on, big guy." "Oops." "I'd like to propose a toast to a big bust." "Yes." "Oh, I'm not drinking to that bastard, uh-huh." "Oh, no, no, no, not that bust, I'm talking about the bust over there in black." "Ho!" "Drink 'em up!" "You dick!" "Vice-ke-Teers!" "Bugs!" "Who-ah!" "Love you Joe." "Hey man, how'd ya get a name like Bugs?" "Barney, Barney, I never heard a president named Bugs before." "You think that's racist, don't you?" "It's not racist, it's a joke, and you guys..." "Barney, they know about jokes." "You know about jokes, don't you?" "But I love you guys, I do, no I do." "I love you." "I love the vice-ke-teers, vice-ke-teers, vice-ke-teers." "We love you too Joe." "I especially love you." "I mean that." "Joe, Joe, Joe." "Joe." "Mike, Mike, Mike." "Why don't you go get yourself a cup of coffee?" "Joe, Joe, Joe why don't you go get yourself a cup of coffee?" "It ain't gotta be like that brother," "No, you ain't got to do all that." "We don't need to fight, we're gonna go to another place." "Come on Joe." "Just split." "Joe, let's get out of here man, come on." "Okay, she loves you too Joe, it's cool brother." "It's cool." "Okay, I'll let you go now." "Barney we're going to go to a place a little more mature." "Good atmosphere." "Love you bro." "Love you too bro." "Washington baby!" "I love you too Joe." "Let's go." "I see you still have your bad habits Fred." "Yes, I'm still smoking." "I'm still having problems with my wife." "Really, well I think we can take care of a few of those worries." "Well I sure hope so." "Housekeeping!" "It's just like the others Joe, gunshot wound consistent with the gun." "Same bullet markings?" "Mm-Hmm." "Size and depth of the wound matches the others." "Bullet right between Alexander Hamilton's eyes." "Anything further on the drug test?" "Ah, I did see something." "Let me see." "Well toxicology shows indications of stress to the heart muscle, which could indicate cocaine use." "Cocaine?" "And alcohol, all of the victims had higher than normal blood levels." "Joe, you want some more coffee?" "Yeah, leave the whole pot right there bro." "Thanks bro." "Another one of these please." "You gotta drink that this early in the morning?" "I'm on my way to look at a body that's been in a river for two weeks." "I need encouragement." "Okay, I see." "All right, so what you're saying is that she meets the victim at a bar." "They get high together, they get laid, and the John gets whacked?" "That's about it." "Do you think possibly that this could be some kind of homosexual crime?" "Do you think our murderer could be a man?" "Well, there have been similar cases, but there's nothing here in these reports to indicate any anal penetration." "I did see something, there's definitely been a woman's secretion on each of the victim' organs." "Now there's a chance we could run a DNA test and try and link your suspect to the murders, but it's a real long-shot." "The samples we got are very contaminated." "So what you're basically saying is that our lady friend here straddles the victims, nothing kinky, just good ol' fashioned sex, and that's all there is to it?" "There's nothing to the contrary." "Well I don't get it then." "I mean, there's no evidence of robbery." "Our hooker does her job, she gets paid." "She takes the $100the John gives her, uses it as target practice." "All we have are a couple of red hairs connected to a wig." "It doesn't make any sense." "Nothing makes sense." "Haven't you ever watched the freaks on Oprah and Donahue?" "Yeah, yeah." "They're all suspects, right?" "You got it." "I'll let you know if we get lucky." "Thanks Tom." "Oh Tom, whatever happened to that Pussycat Lounge case?" "That case was solved." "These guys you're working with are good." "Yeah." "Okay, all right, all right, how many cops does it take to screw in a light bulb?" "Come on with it." "It takes two, okay, you got one to screw in the light bulb, and you got the other one to hold the donuts." "Oh, good, I got one, wait." "What do you do with an elephant that has three balls?" "We give Up." "You walk 'em and pitch to the rhino." "Oh God, that sucked." "Oh, come on!" "I'll pitch to the rhino." "That's one of the four home-run balls that Mays hit in Milwaukee back in '61 or '62." "It means a lot to me, and I want you to have it." "I can't take this Joe." "You take it, take it." "You serious?" "Yeah." "Cool, thanks." "Look guys, I was way out of line last night." "Are you saying you're sorry?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry." "Gee, nothing for me?" "Is this a black thing Joe?" "Number four Bugsy, I'm gonna need your brain." "Now, what we got here?" "Well, we got four dead Johns." "We can all count Mike." "Any supplemental Joe?" "Well, she pulled this guy out of a hotel bar." "The bartender gave us a little bit better description of her, but he couldn't ID her from our book." "She hooked 'em all in hotel bars?" "That's right." "Tell me we're going about this thing the wrong way." "Yeah, vice." "It's yours Joe." "Let me see that." "Owens." "Yeah, I said, yeah." "I got a dinner date." "Scary thought." "Very scary." "Hey Sally, cup of coffee black, honey." "Thanks sweetheart." "Hey what do ya got there champ?" "I got my new ball man." "Let me see it." "Check it out." "It looks like the ball Willie Mays hit for his fourth home run against the Braves, what, '61-'62?" "Wait a second, wait a second, you've seen this before?" "See it?" "I got one at home man, everybody in homicide has one." " Oh, okay..." " Get out of here." "See no, wait a second, you know, I told you that." "You know something, Joe said..." "Yeah, but he doesn't even own a mitt, never played a ballgame in his life, right?" "Hey, let me tell you something about Joe man, all right?" "All right." "Joe's idle was Willie Mays." "Joe knew more about Mays than Mays knew about himself." "And when Joe went up to spring training with the Giants when he was a rookie, he got to play against Mays in the spring training game." "What?" "Yeah, and he fanned Mays four times that day." "Anyway, he gets Mays to a three-two count, and I mean he just rears back with everything he has, and he grooves that ball right down the middle." "He struck him out?" "No, man, Mays hit the ball out of the ballpark." "I mean, that ball..." "That's flying still." "They're still looking for that ball." "You can put a stewardess on that ball he hit it so far." "Yeah, and you know what though, the neat thing was, is when Mays was rounding the back, he stops at third, he looks Joe right in the eyes, tips his cap as if to say, thanks kid." "I know you could have fanned me." "So what, I mean, later on, what happened with Joe?" "Well, Joe had a temper." "Hello." " Hello." "Yeah dude's got a temper." "Hey, you know what, Joe's a good man, and he's a good cop." "Welcome to the Big Leagues kid." "Arizona Charlies, best place in town." "I'm the designated drinker tonight." "So you still the Ram man?" "I am the number one fan." "You have my condolences." "They never should of gotten rid of Dickerson." "Oh, like it would've made a difference." "So you stayin' clean?" "Sure man." "So what do you got for me?" "I got the friend, this girl, and she's workin' the streets." "She used to work for an agency, one of those part-time places." "You know, the kind you call when you want a secretary." "What's the name of the agency?" "Bon Temp." "Anyway, you call them, and they send you a hooker." "It's like for high-rollers only." "It's a sleezy little joint, and the broads make a lot of money." "They're gorgeous too, man." "The only thing is, you work for them, they catch you using drugs, forget it." "You're right back out on the street." "That's what happened to your friend?" "Yeah." "Then she was telling me about these killings..." "What killings?" "You know, the guys that are getting bumped off by the prostitutes." "Hey man, we're not stupid out here, you know?" "Go on." "All these guys were going to the same agency for their kicks." "Johnny, you holding something from me?" "The thing about it is, they keep records on everything." "Good." "Come on you guys, I've got an early day tomorrow." "I have to be back here in six hours." "Okay, Eleanor, I'll tell you what, give me just five minutes." "Yes." "What's a matter, no whores on the street tonight?" "We love you baby." "You're getting a little dramatic." "You know, he should have showed by now." "He'll show." "Whether we like it or not, he'll show." "You know something Bugs, I don't get the man." "He's a career cop, Mike." "Well come on man, we're both career cops too," "I mean, that's a little scary isn't it?" "Maybe he's a little rough around the edges, but he's not that bad." "Yeah." "What's up guys?" "Hey, Joe, what's up?" "We got a hooker and gaming operation underground, and they keep some very interesting records, and we gotta move fast." "So how fast we talkin'?" "Well we don't have time for proper channels, we gotta move right now." "Piece a cake, we stake it out and we'll bust her." "Let's do it." "I'm telling you right now that Andrea's not gonna dig this." "Let's go." "Don't you think we should have told Bronski about this?" "Yeah." "Bugsy, you in place over there?" "Copy." "You got that back door covered?" "Covered." "You give us five then you execute." "You got it." "Showtime." "Now, y'all don't shoot 'til you see the whites of their thighs now." "Hey, how's it goin'?" "Greetings from Vegas Vice." "Hold it, police!" "I'm a cop!" "Pay dirt." "What do you got there?" "Employees and clients." "Good!" "Back up, backup, I need back up!" "I'm heading for Red Rock!" "Back up!" "Come on, come on!" "That was stupid thing to do." "You're not authorized to issue an order platoon backup." "You're not authorized to coordinate a civilian business bust." "This has to be authorized by me, you know that." "Just trying to save time Dan." "Well don't cut corners, Joe." "No end runs." "How's Robinson?" "He's doin' fine." "They kept him in the hospital overnight for routine observation." "Damn insurance people." "You can't cough sideways in this job without having to spend a night in the hospital." "You come up with anything?" "We have the records, and we spent all night going through them, but haven't found anything to tie into our case yet." "Can I get my ball back?" "Next time, I wanna be informed." "Ahh." "Good pitch." "Three more Togo, two more to go." "Two more?" "This is it?" "Ho!" "Hey Bugs." " Hey Bugs." "Welcome back." "Bugsy!" "Uh, I feel fine, I can't say too much for that hospital food though." "Slept like a baby." "You guys look like zombies." "Bullshit." "Did you have a chance to check out that car?" "Yeah, apparently the scumbag was just the driver." "He would drive the cash from here to Los Angeles." "He was just there to pickup the weekly proceeds." "They found over$100,000 in cash." "One folder left." "Oh, by the way, they broke the LA affiliate on that Pleasure Palace thing." "That's great." "Well, look, let's get this thing sorted out over here, turn it over to the feds." "Ask LA to fax us whatever documents or photos that they have." "Already done." "Remind me to put a gold star on your time card." "Why don't you just give me Willie Mays fourth homer?" "Hello." "What do you got there?" "Here." "We got one." "And that's all we've got." "Look, I can't make anymore sense out of this stuff tonight, so, can we pack it in?" "Well, I'll tell you what, why don't we wrap this up." "It's midnight now, we'll meet back here at 8 a.m." "Okay, look, my car's in the shop, I need a ride." "I'll take you." "Thank you." "Joe, I'm gonna stay and put all this stuff on the database." "I slept enough at the hospital." "Yeah, good." "What the hell's wrong with you guys?" "It's good to have you back, Bugs." "Thank you, partner." "No fake." "Do you want me to stay and give you a hand?" "No, you go ahead, you look a little tired." "Get some sleep." "Anyway, that's how the whole gang got started." "So now I know why the guys didn't wanna bring you out here." "You live out in Iowa." "Oh, I'm sorry." "They told me you had quite a baseball career?" "Yeah, what'd you hear about my baseball career?" "That you were really good." "Evidently not good enough." "I had the ability, I just couldn't play the mental game, the pressure." "When it came down to the big pitch," "I just couldn't get it across." "But they told me..." "Ehh, full of crap." "Willie Mays' story right?" "Yeah." "Yeah, they think I served up the last pitch to Mays so he could hit it." "They think I didn't wanna embarrass my hero." "They're wrong." "Nobody have ever struck out Mays before." "I wanted this more than anything else in my life." "So I had an opportunity, but I blew it." "Couldn't make the big pitch." "Hmm, well that's my story, what's yours?" "I was married once." "You seem like the type that would stay married." "I would've liked it." "He was a lot older than me... a Vietnam veteran." "It just got harder and harder for him to adjust." "He couldn't get in sync with the real world, you know, he'd get a job and lose it." "Then he got into a syndrome, he started abusing drugs... abusing me." "He hurt you?" "Yeah." "He hurt himself more than he hurt me." "He killed himself." "Now that I made you drive 50 miles out here, do you want to come up for a drink or something?" "Yeah, I'd love to." "Anyway, her feet were clean up in the air behind the counter at the donut shop." "Excuse me." "Pardon me." "I'm really having fun." "I'm glad you came up." "Me too." "I better get back, I gotta drive all the way back to Vegas." "Yeah, you better go." "I better go." "It's a long drive." "It was a very, very long drive from my home to Vegas." "Get out." "Kick me out." "Okay." "I never kissed a cop." "You know, well I haven't kissed a caveman in a while." "All right, see if you can get a cross reference on it." "Thanks a lot." "Bugsy, woow, yeah!" "Hey, donuts fresh, coffee's fresh, help yourself." "Good morning." "Mornin'" "Wow." "Hey there desert dogs, it came together." "Well let's not jump to any conclusions." "Any cross references, Bugs?" "Okay, let's check it out here." "Here we go." "There you go." "How do they match up?" "All right, let's see here." "There we go." "Yeah, print that, right there, right there." "They're all redheads." "They all appear to be redheads." "You know what, there's something about this redhead." "Why she remind you of one of your beach bunnies?" "All right, knock it off, come on." "Let's do some cop work." "Tony Nazarae, look at this man." "I can't believe this guy's still a free man." "He's gotta be involved in this somehow." "Yeah, he's in every photo we pulled." "You know, it's not like I got the greatest look at this girl." "I never forget a pretty face." "Well, I'll tell you, some people prefer girls." "Why don't you have another look." "I don't know, I can't tell for sure." "Okay, okay, thank you, thank you." "Sorry." "You have a precious evening, huh?" "See you soon." "Well right now, we don't know if the relationship between the victims and the hookers means anything." "You think one of them might be the killer?" "I don't know, this is all we got to go on right now." "I checked one possible eyewitness, and he couldn't give me a positive ID on any of the photos." "What'd you have on the girls?" "Well Cherie and Rosalind were still current employees of the agency at that time of the bust." "Apparently, the third on here, Christine, she booked out a long time ago." "I'll hang onto this one." "Give it tot he FBI, we'll turn it around on a nation-wide." "Good, good." "We checked the girls' most recent addresses and they both skipped." "We're holding three other girls and a secretary from the agency, so I figure if we squeeze 'em a little bit, they may do a little singing." "Hey Dan, you got a cigarette?" "You gotta light?" "These things are gonna kill ya." "All the working girls have had priors, minor stuff, but it's the first time down for Lilly." "She was a receptionist." "Divorced, single parent." "According to the neighbors, she takes really good care of her kid." "Ew, you checked with the neighbors?" "Good cop work, right?" "Anyway, she even tried to get him in a private school." "St. Anthony's?" "Yeah." "So what happened?" "She couldn't afford it." "So the hookers make all the bread, and she's just at clerical minimum wage?" "Yeah." "She's really scared, Joe." "I don't think she's gonna talk." "Well I got an idea." "I'm gonna make a few calls before I talk to her." "That's real good work." "Father Alan, this is Joe." "And where were you the other day." "I reserved a court for us to play on." "Hey, after that20-point blowout you had on me last week, well what do you think I am, some kinda masochist?" "You expect me to comeback for a little more?" "Eh, listen to the big baby." "What?" "I hurt our feeling's?" "You got the height, I got the moves." "Yeah, you didn't tell me your college roommate was Mugsy Bokes." "It's slippery little guys like you that take advantage of big slow guys like me." "Okay." "All right, we're on." "Same place, same time, and hey... you better grease up those snickers of yours peewee, because I'm takin' you to the hole this time." "Okay, you're on." "And I promise to cut down on my cursing, okay?" "All right." "Oh, uh, I almost forgot why I called." "Listen, Father, I'm gonna need a big favor from you." "It's about this lady and her son." "I can't believe this is happening to me." "Who will take care of my son?" "Well he's fine, he's okay." "Here." "Thank you." "You think maybe you could help us out on this?" "I don't know." "Look, you got nothing to worry about." "We've taken out the LA operation too." "Really?" "So whoever or whatever is left over from the business, they're not gonna be interested in what we want." "So you, just take your time." "What's this?" "It's a friend of mine over at St. Anthony's, he's got a couple of scholarships available, said he has one for your son if you want it." "There's also a clerical position available, doesn't pay much, but they have free on-campus housing for staff." "So if you think you might be interested..." "Thanks." "What do you wanna know?" "There he is, Tony Nazarae, your typical, dangerous, bonafide creep." "Drugs, prostitution, guns, you name it." "For some reason, he's tied into every operation in town." "He specializes in high-end hookers, and that's where our girls have gone." "Now he's going big-time." "He's starting to take over everybody's operation." "But before that happens, we're gonna get him." "Folks, he's going down, and he's going down hard." "I want you to stake him out." "I want you on him like ugly on an ape." "Adam 12, go ahead." "Ha-ha-ha-ha." "This is it." "All right, where is he?" "He's gone." "He went out the back stairwell?" "Bugs, he went out the back, Mike's on him." "Get dressed girls where gonna have to have a little talk." "Do you read," "Nazarae is heading out the back door." "We're in pursuit." "Okay, I'm moving right now 'round the back." "Ahh!" "Ugh, ugh, uh, help me." "Ugh, ugh, ugh..." "What's wrong man, what's wrong?" "Help me." "Don't look at me like that you son of a bitch." "Go my friend, you think it hurts?" "Go, go ahead, go to the hospital, come on." "Go, get up, go, go, go, get out of here." "Come on!" "Joe, Joe, Joe!" "Freeze, Freeze." "Go ahead, move, move." "Come on." "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and you damn well better believe used against you in a court of law." "You have the right to request an attorney, if you can not afford one, one will be appointed to you before questioning." "Do you understand these rights?" "Let me ask you a question, my friend..." "What is your name." "Owens, Joe Owens." "Is that right?" "You got his ass." "Settle down." "Come on I'm fine, I'm fine." "Got you!" "Girls, your blood tests came back clean, so you're off the hook." "I do need your help with one thing though, uh... do you recognize her?" "Yes." "Yeah, uh-huh." "We all started with Tony." "And Christine was mostly a loner though." "Cherie and I, we always hung out, but we could never get through to her." "The three of us went to the Place at the same time, but she was just in it for the money." "I mean, she never got into the drugs or the parties or anything." "Did she do something wrong?" "Well, do you know whether she's in town or not?" "I don't know." "I remember she had only a few clients, and she dropped out of business a few years ago, and we haven't seen her since." "We were never friends." "Last I heard, which was some time ago, she was supposedly seeing a cop." "Thank you." "Anyway, the strange thing was, she said the last rumor she heard was that Christine was dating a cop." "Ew, a cop, huh?" "It was probably Mike." "Hi Mike." "Hey." "What do you need?" "I need the 1990 photo album from the annual picnic thing." "Oh sure, let me see if I can find it." "Thank you." "Here it is, 1990, first year on the job if I recollect." "Yes." "What are you looking for?" "I'm just looking for something, okay?" "The girl said she had a few more clients, can you pop up the names?" "You know who you talkin' to?" "Son here, I can bring it up." "Well, who the hell's John Doe?" "Shit, I don't know." "Bring back Douglas." "Douglas, Douglas..." "Woot, there it is." "Douglas Harbaugh, well there's a number." "Let's call." "You ready?" "I want in." "Hello." "Hey pop, how the waves out there?" "How you doin' kid?" "I can't complain." "How you doin'" "Well like all retired cops, miserable." "Don't ever retire." "Of course, workin' in Vegas compared to LA is like being retired, right?" "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah." "Are you in trouble or something?" "No, no, no, nothing like that." "I gotta question to ask you." "Now what would you do if you suspected one of your fellow officers?" "Are the boys on the take?" "No, no, it's not one of the boys on the take, it's just, um, actually, it's the captain." "} Bronski?" "Yeah, and I think he might be involved in a murder." "Jesus, have you told anyone?" "No, I haven't told anyone." "Don't, and make damn sure that you're right about this, and make damn sure that your ass if covered." "You got it?" "Yeah, I got it." "Mike, be careful on this one." "Okay." "You call me if you need anything." "All right, I'll talk to you later." "Mike, be careful." "All right, bye." "Douglas Harbaugh please." "Hi Doug, it's Christine." "I got your page?" "Tomorrow night, Maxim, 10 o'clock, that'll be fine." "Is red still your favorite color?" "Really?" "No, I won't wear panties." "I'll get a suite at the Maxim." "Okay, bye." "I don't like it when you do that." "Dan, that's my job, you know that." "That's what I do." "Christine." "No!" "Morning Joe." "Morning Heather, the boss in?" "No he's not in." "He took a three-day leave of absence." "He left yesterday." "A three-day leave of absence?" "Is there an echo in here?" "What the hell's going on." "Where is he?" "Joe, you're just not morning people are you?" "How the heck should I know." "He left on personal business, he said he'd be back Monday." "I don't like to pry like some people do." "Did get he the information back on one of our suspects, he called the FBI?" "He never called the FBI." "He called the FBI." "He never called the FBI, and if he had called the FBI, I would have known." "I would have placed that call." "Hey, don't take..." "You-_-_." "You better not go in there." "He's not gonna like this." "Well hang onto this one." "Give it to the FBI." "What the hell?" "What?" "Something's wrong in there." "Dan?" "Dan, ya here, it's Joe." "Clear." "Oh, look at this." "It's Christine." "You think Bronski beat John Doe?" "God, I hope not." "Let's go." "Dan?" "It's Mike!" "Mike!" "Is he alive?" "Oh, thank God, he's still breathing." "Oh, Mike." "Come on, come on, come on." "Owens, homicide here, we got an officer down, 10616 Andrew's place." "One-zero-six-one-six Andrew's Place." "She's been here, Joe." "Well if she's involved with Dan, what the hell's Mike doin' here?" "Bronski's gotta be John Doe." "Eh, this really stinks." "Look, Doug Harbaugh." "10 p.m., Maxims." "He's gotta be next." "Call Bugs." "Hang in there Mike." "Bugs?" "Well, Doug said you'd Bethe most beautiful woman in the bar, and he ain't lying'." "You are Christine, aren't you?" "I'm Christine and I'm flattered." "Well Doug detained on business, mind if I sit down?" "No, please do." "Can I get a beer, please?" "Relic from my past." "Lucky charm?" "Don't know." "That's my lucky charm." "A baseball?" "Oh yeah." "Oh, good pitch, Joe, you mac-daddy you." "So, Doug's a busy man?" "And successful." "And successful?" "Mm-Hmm." "So, tell me Joe, are you successful?" "Oh yeah." "Nice boots, how'd you like to take them off and have a good time..." "Well, when I have a good time," "I like to keep my boots on." "All right, he's on his way to the elevator." "Okay, he's on the elevator." "Where you goin' Joe?" "Where you goin' baby, where you goin', talk to me Joe." "Mmm, soft 17, gets me in trouble every time." "Soft 17." "Seventeenth floor, let's go." "Come on, say it, say it, say it." "Come on, we need a room number." "What's the number?" "So what room you stayin' in?" "17-17." "That's funny." "I was in room 17-17 when I was at Bally's." "Must be fate." "What?" "I didn't get it." "Damn!" "Why don't you make yourself at home?" "Oh, I will." "Love my job." "You need a hand in there?" "No, I'm fine." "Medication, CFS." "CFS, that's the chronic fatigue syndrome, huh?" "You don't look like you are fatigued." "No rest for the wicked." "Mind if I leave this open?" "No, that's fine." "Now, couches are fun, but..." "Thank you use your phone." "Make sure they got the stairwells, and have them cut the power in the elevator." "Back up, do you read?" "I read you." "We got back up coming up and a helicopter flying in." "Operator, this is Officer Thompson," "I need the names of everyone on the 17th floor now!" "Christine!" "Dan, what are you doing?" "Why are you here?" "You're a cop?" "That's right." "First time in your life you ever figured something out." "What the hell you doin' Dan?" "Dan, what is going on here?" "What is this?" "This is your life Christine." "This is what you made me do!" "I'm cleaning up all your lovers!" "What are you talking about?" "What I've done for you!" "Take it easy, Dan." "They're all dead, Christine." "I killed 'em all." "Dan, stop!" "Hey Dan, you gotta cigarette?" "Gotta light?" "These things are gonna kill ya." "This is chopper 2-4-7 requesting air clearance." "Drop the gun, Dan." "Dan stop it!" "No hard feelin's Joe." "No hard feelings, Dan." "Dan stop!" "Chief!" "Officer down." "Drop it." "Dan!" "Dan!" "Bugs, you alright?" "He's got Andrea." "Stay right there." "We are approaching the Maxim Hotel." "Come on Dan, let's talk about this okay?" "We have shooter on the roof!" "Let her go Dan!" "What you gonna do?" "No!" "Put the gun down!" "It's over Dan." "There's nowhere to go!" "Let her go, Dan!" "I don't think you want me to do that!" "Let the lady go, and put the gun down!" "Ugh!" "Ahh!" "Hey, they do that on duty?" "He, he, he." "Door's open." "Hey, hey, hey!" "Hey brothers." "You look good." "Thank you." "Very nice." "It's better than the squad room, huh?" "Yes." "What do you got there?" "Gimme that." "Is that new edition?" "Yeah." "Where's Andrea?" "Well she got promoted to captain." "No way?" "Yes." "Get outta here." "Yes." "All right, well good for her." "So I guess everything's all wrapped up now?" "Oh, one tight package." "Good." "Mike, I wanna tell you, you did your part, you did it well." "Thank you sir." "Check it out, check it out." "...shot down and in apparently um-marked car." "Just a few weeks ago, Nazarae, was arrested for drug trafficking and murder." "Police have unconfirmed reports of..." "Let's go!" "We've got work to do." "Wait up, wait up, wait up, wait up!" "Well Mr.Joe Owens, you're dead." "You and your friends, you're all dead."