A bomb.
Just blow the place up, huh?
The genius.
What are you
talking about?
Bomb threat. Whenever they get one,
they have to evacuate the whole building.
Yeah, sure.
If they believe it.
They get that shit all the time.
How you gonna guarantee they'd bite?
Make them nervous.
Make them believe someone is trying
to blow up every police station in the city.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Phones Ringing]
- Hey! Where you going?
- Filling the vending machine.
- Where's Bobby?
- Ha! That's what the boss would like to know.
Hey, you guys bigger on
potato or corn chips?
- The guys in the 6th don't touch the corn.
- [Ringing]
- 9th District, Sergeant Mora.
- Myself, I don't care, you know.
- [Mora] Okay, lady. Where are you?
- [Woman On Phone, Indistinct]
Anybody hurt?
All right. Someone will be out
over there in a little while.
[Indistinct Chatter]
[Woman Screaming]
[Siren Wailing]
Well, it doesn't look like
they intended too much damage.
There's always the chance
the guy was a bad bomb maker.
- What're you doir here, Harry?
- Oh, just hopir that some...
half-assed, pro-life,
whale-lovir terrorist didn't do it...
so the bureau doesn't have to get involved,
and we can leave it in your good hands.
- Hmm.
- It's crude. It's very crude.
How are ya, Harry?
Hello, Marvin. Yeah, I'm gettir better.
How about yourself?
- Well, complaining doesn't make
any difference, huh?
- [Man] Come get a shot of this.
So, what do you figure
this was?
Well, he thinks somebody was mad
at the vending machine.
Uh, look, you two kibbutz
somewhere else.
- You're impeding criminal science.
- Yes, yes, right.
So, how goes
your Patrovita case?
I find new angles
every day.
Believe me, he'll run out of options
before we run out of patience.
- I already have.
- Nobody can blame you.
Somebody said
they took you off this case.
Well, they don't control
all the hours of my day.
Don't mess around, Harry. We might have
something workir that you don't know about.
My guess is that whatever
you've got workir... won't work.
We're doir all we can.
Great. So am I.
I know with you it's personal, but we're
both after the same thing... justice.
Right, Harry?
Justice.
Fuck justice!
[Indistinct Chatter]
-  [Dance]
- Allow me.
There you go.
I don't really
want to lose you 
But I don't want to go 
What's new on
the domestic front?
I don't have the report
typed out yet.
I can tell the way they act
and their attitude 
Remember that horse we used to look at?
I bought it.
What's on your mind, Max?
You.
What can he do for you
I can't?
This was your idea,
not mine.
Well, I didn't expect it
to go this far.
How far has it gone?
Does he climb into your pants
five times a day?
Is that what you wanna hear?
Not really.
I'd like to know it was me.
The only way you'll ever end up lying next
to me is if we're run down by the same car.
I like it when
you hurt me, baby.
- [Gasping]
- Myself...
I'd rather give
than receive.
Wrong.
Ever think about
ever settling down 
[Chuckles]
Max...
I don't think we're going to be
the kind of pals I hoped we'd be.
If a tear rolls from my eyes 
I feel the hurt inside 
As I reach out to you 
I'm impressed.
I'm hungry.
I can't get out
You see, I'm tied 
-  [Dance, Faint]
- The more we know each other,
the less you wanna see me.
Is this an approach you developed yourself,
or something you read in a book?
These guys from the dress shop
are going to be back...
and I don't want you around
when they do.
I like you.
Maybe more than you like me.
I don't know.
Unless you're gonna tell me you're married
or something, I'm not staying away.
You're married?
For a long time.
Where is she?
Far away from here.
Well...
that's a relief.
I thought I lost it.
All this great equipment,
and you're