the Pagan investigation.
They were heading up the investigation.
Now you may consider them off it.
- But, Commissioner?
- Gannon.
What am I going to tell the press?
That now we are investigating
invisible crimes on the word of two...
trick-or-treaters?
You are a civilian and probably unaware
the department's "regs"...
authorize us to wear specialized apparel
during a simulation surveillance.
- I assume you were once a civilian.
- Yes, ma'am.
If you do not drop that insubordinate
tone, you'll be one again soon.
Wait a minute, Friday.
I've never known you to act this way.
Certainly not the behaviour
your Uncle Joe would have approved of.
You know the kind of man he was.
I suggest you try to be
a little more like him from now on.
Yeah, sir. I'll try.
Good.
I'm sorry, Joe.
He's not in any of these.
And I'll never forget his face.
Okay. I guess this officially closes
my end of the investigation.
As far as your personal safety
is concerned, I wouldn't worry.
That guy's probably
200 miles from here by now.
10:30 a.m. I picked up Streebek at his
sanitationally-questionable commune...
his apartment building in the "come
as you are" section of Venice Beach.
The door was opened
by Police Officer Betsy Blees...
who had dropped by to chat about more
effective methods of law enforcement.
They'd been playing a version
of good-cop, bad-cop.
Though I was unable to fathom the rules,
it seemed Streebek had lost this round.
Playtime was over...
and it was back to routine duty
for me and Pep Streebek.
Joe, I suddenly got very hungry.
Let's grab some sushi.
We're late for our watch already,
and raw tuna isn't my bag.
My hat was in that car.
- I can tell who reblocked it for you.
- Pagans.
I need coffee.
I know where they serve
the best in town. Come on.
}} [Rock And Roll Playing]
Ma'am.
I hate to admit it, but for once in your
life you're right. This is good coffee.
You should try the French toast.
Joe, lend me 20 bucks.
Do I know you long enough
to lend you money? I don't think so.
We've been ordered off the Pagans...
but that doesn't mean we can't follow up
on one of their thefts.
The trichlornitromethane and
the pseudo-halogenic compound cyanogen.
There's one illegal lab in the city with
the capacity, personnel and equipment...
to mix those two chemicals
into a deadly gas.
Narcotics has been waiting for months to
bust this place. We can do it tonight.
Forget it.
It's out of our jurisdiction now.
But this won't be a Pagan investigation.
We can bring Narc in on it.
Police work is a matter of us
against them, not "Mother, may I?"
Hi, Kay. How are you? I could find out
where they set up the lab this week.
- Oh? How?
- By you lending me 20 bucks.
[Friday]
6:30 p.m. After witnessing
the gratuitous sex display...
at Streebek's favourite coffeehouse
and an outlay of $50 by me...
to one of his old informants,
I proceeded by Celebrity Cab...
to 3396834108th Street...
an illegal drug lab disguised
as a legitimate place of business.
Streebek had gone to seek assistance
from friends...
in the undercover narcotics unit
where he used to work.
It didn't surprise me
that he was late...
even though he knew I was waiting
in a part of town...
where it's not advisable
to stand around whistling.
}} [Whistling]
Hey, zipper-head!
Up late tonight, kids?
Let's have one of your smokes.
It's an unhealthy habit
I don't encourage in others.
Get smart.
Give it up by not taking it up.
Thanks for
the public service announcement.
Hand over your money,
and I'll go buy my own smokes.
If you're that strapped for cash,
I'd suggest a part-time job.
How 'bout a paper route?
It builds character.
It did in my case.
Hey, we're not askin' you
for your money, Ozzie.
- No?
- No.
- Are you threatening me, son?
- [Hoodlums] Ooh!
And on a school night, too.
Hit the deck!
I can't quite place it.
It tastes like...
Milk.
Just like the sign said on the building