so.
l...I don't...
I don't know.
I lived with a girl
once for 2 months.
She didn't do anything...
a housewife was
supposed to do.
I thought you said
you were married.
I told you that before
I really knew you.
What I'm driving at,
Susie, is...
I want to have
a regular life.
I want to go to work
in the morning...
sometimes at night...
come home
to a clean house...
and a hot meal...
and a loving wife
just like you.
I don't want to have
any babies.
This world's a shit hole.
You think
you can handle that?
I do.
I do.
This is better
than counting money.
These yours?
I can't tell.
Yeah. This, uh...
nail polish.
We found two muscleheads
cuffed together.
Jesus!
He's making arrests?
We did some
routine prints.
They match those taken...
from the scene of
the dumbbell murders.
I've been working
that case for 15 months.
Find Gotlieb?
We're looking for him.
Ohh...let's get
the fuck out of here.
I'll find him.
Maybe you should wait
and let him solve...
a couple more from
your case load, huh?
Will you have
a seat, please?
Where, here?
Your name, please?
Ziffel. Fred Ziffel.
Is that the way you want
the account to read?
No. I want it to read
"Arnold Ziffel."
Here you go.
Thanks.
Hey, Eddie.
Here's the key
to your new suite.
Oh, and some Cuban kid
on a bicycle...
made two deliveries.
Uh, 250 in both.
I'm sorry.
I opened them.
It's OK, Eddie.
Thanks.
Uh-huh.
Who is it?
Lackley. Vice.
Slide your I.D.
under the door.
Are you fucking serious?
Try me!
Next thing you hear...
will be a bullet
coming through the door!
Pablo sent this.
What?
What's the matter, Sarge?
Got a guilty conscience?
I just got out
of the hospital.
I know all about you.
I like your place here,
too. It's very nice.
You also got
a little something...
that belongs to me,
don't you, Gums?
What the fuck
you talkin' about?
I never seen you
before in my life.
Now, listen, Sarge...
you think you're moving in
on my territory?
I think you better
cough up...
some "do-re-mi" right now.
500 bucks. Let's have it.
What 500 bucks?
What are you
talking about?
-Fuck off!
-Fuck off?!
You go to Pablo...
you cut yourself in
on my action.
You don't think
I'm coming after you?
Jesus Christ!
You got a lot of balls!
And Pablo wants the hooker
back on the job...
tomorrow at 10:00,
and all is forgiven, Gums.
What hooker?
10:00.
He got your gun
and your badge...
and your teeth.
You are a disgrace
to the police force.
Fuckin'
Junior "Bullshit" Gotlieb.
Hey, you got
a piece, Eddie?
Teeth?
No. A gun. I need it.
Hold on.
Hair trigger.
Hollow points.
Thanks, Eddie.
Right in here.
Where's Antonio?
On your feet, pal.
Turn around.
Move it.
Police raid!
Everybody freeze!
Run for it!
Yo! Hey, guys!
Come on back.
Where are you goin'?
Come on.
I got this covered!
At ease, officer.
I think you'd better
check with your superiors.
Remain silent.
Hey, I pay good money
to the right people, huh?
Were you out
at the airport today?
Was I out
at the airport today?
What, are you crazy?
You ever stood
in a line-up before?
Oh, yeah. I stood in
a line-up before.
OK. I want you to
line up there!
Hey, what the hell's
going on here?
Shut up!
You own a suede
sports coat?
Courtesy van?
You ain't no cop.
Oh, I'm a cop.
Prove it, slick.
You're not walking...
You crazy son of a bitch!
I'll kick the living shit...
Take it easy, Scanlan.
Hey.
Hey, Smiley.
How are you?
Ellita Sanchez?
Hoke Moseley.
I've been calling you.
Don't they have someone
at that desk to answer?
Yeah...but he's deaf.
Got something?
Prints I.D.
on those beer bottles.
That's the son of a bitch!
"Frederick J. Frenger,
Junior."
Junior Gotlieb.
I knew that was bullshit.
I got something
on the real Gotlieb.
Mugged. D.O.A...
at the San Francisco
Airport Hospital.
That sound
like Junior's M.O.?
Murder one.
We can nail him as the
Krishna finger killer, I bet.
He's