suffering
from selective amnesia.
I outrank you. I'll drive.
Be careful. This is a dangerous road.
When are you worried about my driving,
Mr l-Like-Life-In-The-Fast-Lane?
- You just flew through a stop sign!
- It felt good.
Look out for that bump!
Don't you remember those films
they showed us in high school?
- Red Asphalt. Blood on the Highway.
- You picked two of my favourites.
[Streebek Hollering]
Jonathan.
I just heard on the police radio
they've stormed the mansion.
They know everything. It's all over.
We're finished.
Oh. The girl's aboard, of course?
Yes, but we might as well let her go.
There's no point in keeping her.
You're absolutely right.
Watch for the police.
I'll untie her.
Be calm.
Calm. Police.
Jonathan?
All buckled up? Good.
You freak!
- Ah! Freak.
- Don't worry, my dear.
You'll get used to me in time.
Jonathan, I think maybe...
Oh, my God!
Jonathan!
Oh, my God! Jonathan!
Jonathan!
Come on, Joe. Slow down!
What happened to those regulations
on high-speed pursuits?
- I thought you were safety-conscious.
- Close your eyes and think of Christmas.
Think of Christmas?
} Good King Wenceslaus looked out
on the feast of Stephen }
- } And the snow lay round about }
- } Deep and crisp and even }
} Brightly shone the moon that night
though the frost was cruel }
} When the poor man came in sight... }
Try "Silent Night."
- He's gone. Let's go home.
- No, the runway.
[Streebek Laughs Nervously]
We lost them.
I have eyes.
Streebek was right.
We had lost them.
[Siren Wailing]
[Sirens Wailing]
Hi, Connie.
Oh, Joe! I'm so proud.
What a collar, Joe!
I'm so happy for us. Connie.
Streebek, isn't there anything
job-related you should be doing now?
No, nothing.
I could return our rent-a-wreck...
and maybe file a report.
Good...
because I have a whole lifetime
to catch up on.
[Narrator]
On February 21, a trial was held
in Superior Court...
in and for the County of Los Angeles.
The Reverend Jonathan Whirley
was found guilty...
on two counts of attempted murder...
kidnapping, arson,
obstruction of justice...
and tampering
with public utilities.
He is presently in the men's
correction facility at Chino...
serving 43 consecutive
99-year sentences...
which makes him eligible for parole
in seven years.
[Friday]
Monday, January 12, 8:43 a.m.
As for Streebek and me, we're back
on day watch at Robbery-Homicide...
where he still exhibits a blatant
disregard for departmental procedure.
But I am somehow managing to keep this
in its proper perspective.
Goodbye, Pep.
Will you be coming over later?
Yeah, I have to.
I'm wearing your underwear.
Late night last night, partner?
I thought the Christian Science
Reading Room closed at 10:00?
Not that it's any of your business,
Mr National Enquirer...
but I had the pleasure of spending the
evening in the company of Connie Swail.
Wait a minute. Connie Swail?
Don't you mean
the virgin Connie Swail?
}} [Dragnet March Plays]
This is the city.
It's a city of crime.
My name is Friday.
I carry a badge.
3:15 a.m., Thursday, January 15.
It was chilly that morning
in the City of Angels.
On this occasion, we witnessed
a Pagan ritual in progress.
} See that, Streebek
We're just in time }
} We have stumbled
into a major crime }
} They got the girl all frightened
Now that's not nice }
} I think she is the subject
of a sacrifice }
} Buddy, we're puttin'
this party on ice }
} But first you know we really
oughta read 'em their rights }
} Read 'em their rights
Read 'em their rights }
} Well, I'm here tonight
to rap about your rights }
} 'Cause right now you're in trouble }
} Don't have to say nothin' at all
You all got two calls }
} And you better make 'em
on the double }
} This is the city of crime }
} Don't step outta line }
} This is the city of crime }
} You better be clean
[Lyrics Indistinct] }
} You're a dangerous mob
And it is our job }
} To bust you all
for being violent