way!
Last time you went after Whirley, you
got suspended. Now you'll get arrested.
- On what charge, Junior?
- How about Section 146-A?
That's right.
Impersonating a police officer.
It's for your own good, Joe.
In spite of every logical instinct
I've ever had...
I consider you a real friend.
- Wait.
- Joe, go home.
There's nothing more you can do here.
Believe me.
By the way, my name is Pep.
It's not mister, junior,
bub or Streebek. It's Pep.
Friendships start with first names...
Joe.
[Jerry Caesar]
Thank you so much for comin'.
Your Honour, pleased you could make it.
You, too, Reverend.
Let's just drop the fake civility.
Okay, Caesar?
- You have a cheque for the Reverend.
- I do, all in due time.
If it would make us all feel better...
why don't I hold on to it
until the formal presentation?
Well, whatever.
You're just in time. We're about
to start our cultural talent show.
Why don't you pull up a pew next to me?
Reverend, I'm sure you'll find
these gals socially redeemin'.
} Me me me me }
} Me me me
Me me me }
} Me me me me me me }
}} [Intro To
"The Star-Spangled Banner"]
} Oh, say can you see }
} By the dawn's early light }
How do you like those sweet pipes,
Reverend?
Surprised?
Oh, yes.
Indeed.
I have a feeling this evening
is going to be full of surprises.
} Through the perilous fight }
[Man]
Thunderhead to Cloud 9.
Do you read me?
Our hoses are in place.
Start the gas when ready.
Cloud 9 to Thunderhead.
We're startin' the gas.
- Hi. Just need to use the phone.
- Who the hell...
The White Pages, my favourite. You ever
actually reach out and touch someone?
See if you can get a line
on the man they work with.
I'll be hitting Route 30.
Keep me posted.
- Hello.
- L.A.P.D. Captain Gannon there?
- Yes, he is. It's work, dear.
- Thank you.
Thank you, Delilah. Hello.
- Captain Gannon, this is Streebek.
I'm up at the Caesar mansion.
- Streebek?
I'm surrounded by Pagans. Call out
S.W.A.T. They've got a small army here.
- Reverend?
- I'll be leaving you in charge, Emil.
I'll be joining a special passenger...
aboard my jet for a few
restful days in Acapulco.
Don't forget to leave a Pagan card...
so the police and Mr Caesar's
next of kin...
will give us proper credit
for returning his magazines.
Oh, and, Emil...
ever forward.
Police officers! Clear the road.
"Police officers.
Clear the road."
- Move it!
- Go! Go! Go! Go!
What the... Cops! Break out the weapons!
Break out the masks!
We're pinned down.
Hold your positions!
All right, boys, let's do it!
Thank God, it's Friday!
Hey, everybody, it's me, Pep.
Good to see ya!
So long, hotshot.
Muzz, you weren't even born
with the sense God gave the common dog.
Don't you realize that's my partner?
Ha-ha!
Thanks, partner.
Read him his rights, Pep.
"Pep"?
You hear that, Emil?
He called me Pep.
You have the right to remain silent.
If you give up the right
to remain silent...
You know these words.
Come on. Sing along.
} Anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law }
You got a lifetime subscription
to Bait, Dollies and Field and Cream.
You saved my house, my gals, my life.
I'll give you anything you want.
Money, broads, automobiles.
Anything! Just name it.
How 'bout takin'
your hands off my suit?
Absolutely.
Joe, Jerry, Dona! Ava!
Whirley's headed to Mexico
in his private jet.
He's got Connie. Let's move it.
- Who's Connie?
- I don't know.
- Wasn't she...
- Never mind. You hungry?
- Yeah.
- Let's eat.
Friday, Streebek, good work.
I'll expect a full report.
Sure thing. If you'll excuse us,
we have a fugitive to apprehend.
Wait a minute. I can't let you take
a civilian with you on a hot pursuit.
- But, Captain, please.
- Sorry, Joe.
You're gonna need this.
}} [Dragnet March Plays]
I didn't have the heart to turn it in.
Yes, sir.
Don't just stand there, you petrified
monolith of legal propriety!
Let's move! I'll drive.
You seem to be