cook
in South Florida.
More taters?
Junior?
So, Herman, where
did you do your time?
Time?
What do you mean?
Well, the way you're
guarding that food.
You know...
like another con could
take it away from you.
Well, I was raised
in foster homes, you know?
I didn't get no dessert
till I was in eighth grade.
Damn.
I got a daughter
in the eighth grade.
Half my paycheck goes
to her orthodontist.
She's got your teeth, man.
Yeah. The joint's
about the only place...
you got time to work out
to get a grip like that.
I was an aerobics
instructor.
Shoots the shit
out of that theory.
Any more Polars?
Oh...
Junior got
the last one.
I could run out
and get some.
Beer's gone, I'm gone.
You're kidding.
But, you know,
I gotta get...
that pork chop
recipe first.
No. Are you serious?
It's so easy, what I did.
You are definitely
not gonna have...
to write this down.
All it is is pork chops
in a frying pan.
And just cook 'em
in their own fat...
with a lot of salt.
Oh, well,
they sure were good...
but you know
what I really like...
is native Florida cooking.
Now, did you ever have
chestnut batter...
on your pork chops?
Boy, I never did.
You got a recipe
for that somewhere?
Uh, yeah, I do,
as a matter of fact.
I'll give it to you.
Just a minute here.
Oh, I appreciate that.
Great dinner.
Get you something
to go, Sarge?
Just you.
Kidding, Herman.
Listen, if you
think of anything...
just, uh, give me a call.
That's my home phone.
Look, it's a hotel...
and the old guy
at the desk is deaf...
so, uh, just let it ring
till he sees the lights.
Oh, and, uh,
when we round up...
the usual airport
hoodlums...
maybe you could shoot by and
take a look at a line-up.
Take you five minutes.
Oh, yeah.
You mind standing
in the line-up, too?
We're a little short
of bodies. Heh heh.
You ever stood
in a line-up before, Herman?
Never been caught, Sarge.
Ah, you ain't got
one beer rat-holed...
I can take with me
for the road, do you?
You got it all, man.
Dog biscuits, too.
Oh...see you.
Night, Susie.
Years ago, I started
preaching catch-and-release.
Back then, a lot of things
seemed to indicate...
that our bass resource in
many areas of the country...
was rapidly diminishing.
Today, there is
no doubt about it...
and I'm very concerned about
what the future holds...
for this great sport.
In simple terms...
we don't have the vast
water we once had...
and there are
several reasons for it...
pollution,
illegal netting...
the pressure of removing
too many adult bass...
from their environment.
You know, they're kind of
like money in the bank.
I got news for you.
I'm not coming back.
I'm married.
I am so married.
I gotta go. Bye.
You like ham and eggs?
Drop it.
It smells good.
Who was that, anyway?
Pablo.
The cops rousted him.
I guess they're giving him
a hard time because of you.
We got to go for
a little ride, honey.
What?
What about breakfast?
It was gonna be a surprise.
I was gonna bring it
in to you on a tray.
And then l...
Make it to go.
Not too tired
for some fun?
Call it a night, sister.
Aye, aye, sir.
I got something that
I gotta tell you.
I used to be in prison.
What did you do
to get there?
I used to rob people
who robbed people.
Kind of like Robin Hood?
Except I didn't
give the money...
to the poor people.
You don't do that
anymore, do you?
I got investments now.
Good. You got me
out of the life.
Now you stay out of crime.
Sounds good.
Promise?
Yeah, sure.
Why not?
Say you promise.
I promise.
Henderson?
Sanchez. Homicide.
Oh, my replacement.
How is he?
He's got a cervical
disc injury...
a dislocated jaw, bruises...
uh, got a concussion...
I don't know how bad it is.
Somebody really
worked him over.
Did he tell you
who did it?
What happened?
No. He's in and out
of consciousness.
Drop the knife, Pablo.
My name isn't Gotlieb.
Sergeant Hoke Moseley,
homicide.
That little girl
you