those red hackles
if you eat those chili dogs.
I can handle it.
They're the worst thing for you.
Filled with nitrates, toxins, poisons.
And you're doubling up on them.
Mister, outside of cigarettes
I only have one vice: Chili dogs.
So pipe down and let me
enjoy my lunch in peace.
Do you know the things that can fall
into an industrial sausage press...
not excluding rodent hairs
and bug excrement?
I hate you, Streebek.
Except for you and canned cling peaches,
I'd be hard-pressed to find anyone...
that doesn't know you should never leave
your car keys in the ignition.
It's called a mistake. But I don't
suppose you ever make any of those.
At ease, Streebek.
We got another one.
Chemical train hijack
at the freight yards.
Damn Pagans must be living on No-Doz.
Yes, sir. We'll roll
as soon as we requisition a new...
One more thing.
Police and fire departments...
have been reporting vehicles stolen,
so keep an eye on your car.
[Friday]
1:15 p.m. After requisitioning
a replacement vehicle...
we were issued
a new Ford Escort subcompact...
and responded to the call at Southern
California's largest railhead...
with more than 1,000 miles of track
lying parallel over 2 million ties...
hewn from majestic redwood forests.
3,000 gallons of two deadly chemicals
had been siphoned individually...
from their respective
hijacked tanker cars.
We questioned the battered
train engineer, Seсor Tito Provencal...
and attempted to determine the precise
identification of the missing gases...
from the owner of the
chemicals company, a Mr Roy Grest.
Actually trichlornitromethan
and the pseudo-halogenic cyanogen.
Pseudo-halogenic cyanogen.
They're shipped in separate containers.
Mixed properly in the exact ratio...
they form a liquid fertilizer
that's clear as water.
- But you wouldn't want to smell it.
- Why is that?
It burns the eyes, lungs, and throat,
causes vomiting...
and if continuously inhaled, death.
Sort of like your aftershave.
[Announcer] It's time to "Advance"
with the Reverend Jonathan Whirley...
founder of MAMA,
the Moral Advance Movement of America.
Today, Dr Whirley's special guest is
police commissioner for Los Angeles...
Ms. Jane Kirkpatrick.
Dr Whirley.
Thank you, George,
and welcome once again to Advance.
Commissioner...
Please, will you call me Jane?
Only if you call me Jonathan.
[Chuckling]
Have you seen this guy?
What a mental fur ball.
Happens to be one of my favourite shows.
Why don't you listen and learn?
What a deep honour it is for this city
that you have chosen Los Angeles...
to be the new focal point for
the Moral Advance Movement of America.
It's quite simple, Jane.
If one wishes to effect a financial
upheaval in this country...
one should set his or her sights
on Wall Street.
If one wishes to revolutionize
the political system...
he or she would naturally
go to Washington.
But when dealing...
with pornography, filth, crime...
degradation...
what better place is there to begin with
than Los Angeles...
the current capital of depravity...
in what sadly passes
for the modern world.
[Friday]
2:15 p.m.
We had been advised to follow up on
a theft at 8823467 Magnolia Boulevard.
At this time of day,
it took us 20 minutes to get there.
The complainant was the landlady,
Enid Borden.
Some Pagan cards had been found.
- What the hell do you want?
- Police officers, ma'am.
About time you pencil dicks showed up.
Why couldn't you have gotten here
before that big, bad...
stupid-Iooking piece of sewage breath
stole my wedding dress?
Sewage breath would be
your nickname for...
Muzz. Emil Muzz.
Not much of an improvement.
That ass-wipe also stiffed me for two
months' rent when his cheque bounced.
Goddam puss-faced pimp stick.
All that was left in his room...
was a big box of these things.
Any idea where Emil Muzz could be now?
Friends? Family?
He was a Ioner.
Took off in the middle of the night.
Useless scum-lapping