grown up behind bars.
And look at this.
Someone charged
a suede sport coat...
on the real Gotlieb's
credit card...
after he was dead.
We got the motherfucker!
Thanks.
I'm sorry. Habit.
I ran his real name
by the utilities...
but I turned up nothing.
He wouldn't use
his real name.
Well, if he did...
we'd be knocking
on his door right now.
What about Waggoner?
I called every utility
in Dade.
Even bottled water.
I'm sitting here
having my lunch...
waiting for
a call back, OK?
Sitting on your lunch?
Try Broward.
Look, I know you think
I'm a weak suck...
but I don't care.
The guy who did this
to me...this Frenger...
Junior...he's got
my old badge, Sanchez.
He's running around
playing cop...
assaulting
and beating people.
I'm doing everything
I can to help.
Call me if you
hear anything.
Put the funny book down!
Give me the fuckin' cash...
or I'll blow
your fuckin' head off!
No, don't count it,
Goddamn it!
Police!
Drop the gun, son.
I know what it's like...
to be on the other end
of that gun.
You're making
a big mistake.
I tell you what...
you put down the gun,
give back the money...
and I'll let you
walk on out of here.
You walk out that door...
your life is
gonna change forever.
Hold your fire,
you asshole!
What the fuck?!
Hey.
Hey, you OK?
Hey, mister.
Get this thing off me.
I'm a cop.
I think I hit him.
You didn't hit shit.
Where is
the whipping cream?
We're out.
Oh, my God.
OK, I want you to do
something for me.
Go get me some
cotton balls...aah!
Some peroxide...
some bandages...
and bring me
a small mirror.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Oh, fuck me.
I want you to go
and get me...
your smallest needle...
a small needle...
and thread it
with black thread, OK?
Here. I got it.
Oh, fuck. Oh, God.
OK. Now...
I tell you what.
I want you to sew
my eyebrow back on.
Hey, hey!
Now, come on, come on.
Come on.
You're gonna be OK.
I got it.
I'm sorry.
I'm no good at this.
I got it.
What? OK.
I got you.
I'm going to
get you a doctor.
Oh, no. No doctors.
I want you to get me
a bottle of gin.
I nursed my husband for
3 years before he died...
but you're not
going to die.
Here.
It's gin, Junior.
Drink it.
We're going to need this.
This is going to hurt.
You move, and you're
a blind man. Scissors.
Hold it. Hold it.
You're doing real good,
Junior.
I'm just gonna
move down a bit.
Now we just have one more.
Just hold on.
That'll hold you.
Your husband must have
been glad to die.
Thank you.
Yeah, thanks.
You got a real nice
touch there, lady.
So...are you going to
tell me about it?
Yeah, I'll tell you
about it.
This straight life
that we've been living...
has been giving me this
misplaced sense of security!
I thought for
one minute there...
I was some kind of fuckin'
solid citizen or something.
All I want to know
is what happened to you.
Some guy in a blue
Toyota pickup ran me over.
I thought it must have been
something like that.
An anonymous, apparently
off-duty, police officer...
interrupted
a robbery tonight...
at a Coral Gables
convenience store...
heroically confronting
an armed robber...
with only bottles
of spaghetti sauce.
Yeah?
Ellita Sanchez.
Come in.
What's this?
Susan Waggoner.
Telephone order.
There's an address
in the Gables.
The Gables.
What time is it?
It's 1:00. I was
going out on a date.
I've got a relative
with Southern Bell...
or we wouldn't have gotten
the number for days.
That's great. Thanks.
What are you
going to do?
I'm going to
check it out.
Sanchez...
thanks.
You feeling better?
What would you like
for breakfast?
You're not hungry?
Well, I'm just
gonna run some errands...
and then I'll be back.
I love you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Hey. Susan, uh...
Waggoner, right?
Remember me?
No, sir.
Hoke "Pork Chops" Moseley.
God, what
happened to you?
Ah, some psycho
jumped me...
almost broke my neck...
stole my gun, my badge,
and my teeth.
Teeth?