worthy of my respect. - Sergeant Friday? - Who wants to know? I'm Pep Streebek, your new partner. - Not looking like that, you aren't. - Really? What's that mean? It means I don't care what undercover rock you crawled out from... there's a dress code for detectives in Robbery-Homicide. Section 3-605... .10,.20,.22,.24,.26, .50,.70,.80. It specifies clean shirt, short hair, tie, pressed trousers... sports jacket or suit and leather shoes, preferable with a high shine. 9:05 a.m. Streebek's unauthorized outfit and facial growth were history. For the first time in 12 years, I rolled into traffic with a new partner. Detective Pep Streebek: Male, Caucasian... six feet, 165 pounds... no distinguishing scars. He had an extensive list of merit citations which was tainted... by his total disregard for departmental procedure. He pictured himself as some hipster, free-bird cop. But his wings were about to be clipped... because now he was going to play the detective game by my rules. [Horns Honking] [Honking Continues] Friday, we're allowed to go 55. On some occasions, even faster. I'm well aware of the federally-mandated speed limit. But did it ever occur to you that by going 8 miles an hour slower... we might save gas and ease the burden on the taxpayers who pay our salaries? A little extra gas isn't gonna put the city in hock. Besides, this looks bad. Live a little! It's the vertical pedal on the right. 9:47 a.m. We arrived at the Griffith Park Zoo... Los Angeles's habitat for wild animals sustained in dignified captivity. An adult male lion and a security guard had been tranquillized with a dart gun... and subsequent robberies had occurred. These animals have it pretty good. Simulated surroundings, three squares a day. If these creatures could talk, they'd give the citizens a vote of thanks. Friday, these animals... were trapped, stunned and roped, crated and shipped, dropped into cages. You think they were in the wild forming lines, jockeying for position... saying, "Take me! I want to live on damn cement"? When I look in their eyes, I get a different message. We'll leave it at that. Are you the police? Friday, Streebek. Robbery. You have some Pagan cards? Yeah. Three of them. Left in separate cages. Let me show you where I found them. This is Ben, our boa constrictor. The missing giant anaconda was still here last night at 8:30. I know because that's when it gets its final feeding. It's not always its final feeding. Sometimes it hides a little snack for later. Just the facts, if you don't mind, ma'am. What exactly does a Central Bolivian Anaconda choose to feed on? It eats whole, live groundhogs. - You skip breakfast, Friday? - Whoever stole it's gotta feed it. We also seem to be missing one of these. What is the approximate dry weight of the Madagascar Fruit Tree Bat? You mean you don't know? This is the one I understand the least. Somebody must've wanted that lion's mane bad to pull a stunt like that. Although, as Mohawks go, it's not that bad. It'll grow back. How do you tell that to kids who haven't seen a lion and won't want to again? Kids, it'll grow back. Yea! [Friday] 10:35 a.m. Arsonists posing as firemen had left a Pagan card... in the charred ruins of a downtown warehouse. We were advised to contact the owner of the stolen merchandise... soft-core porno lord, Jerry Caesar... at his notorious pleasure compound in the coveted Bel-Air section. [Horn Honking] [Woman] Oh, thank God! Vibrator repair? No, ma'am. Los Angeles Police Department. Sorry. It's enough to churn your guts, isn't it? This girl pruning this bush with her... That a slut peddler like Jerry Caesar could build a modern day Gomorrah... in the same city where they recorded "We Are the World." - Hi. - Hi. Don't get too friendly. Hi. Can I help you? Police officers, ma'am. L.A.P.D. Robbery. I'm Friday. This is... - April! ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Выжившие на английском - текст Токийские сумерки на английском - текст Вторжение на английском - текст Брат на английском - текст Остаться в живых (Затерянные) - Сезон 2 на английском |