before you obliterated it.
Fresh, wholesome milk.
You probably love this stuff,
don't you?
Vitamin D, calcium...
essential for good strong bones
and healthy teeth.
But that's probably all Greek to you,
isn't it, Mr Gingivitis?
7:15 p.m.
After explaining to the milk factory
they could not take legal action...
since we had properly obtained
a search warrant...
our apology was
reluctantly accepted...
and Streebek and I were on
our way back to Parker Center.
After losing two previous vehicles
we had been issued...
the only car the department would
release to us at this point...
was an unmarked 1987 Yugo...
a Yugoslavian import donated
as a test vehicle by that country...
and reflecting the cutting edge
of Serbo-Croatian technology.
I've been thinking.
Maybe your informant was right.
Maybe the Pagans anticipated our raid...
and mixed those chemicals
into a deadly gas before we got there.
Nuh-huh.
- Friday?
- That's me.
What do you like to do for fun?
I'm your partner, and
I don't even know where you live.
That's right, mister, you don't.
Streebek, why are you always looking
at your watch?
I'm watching my TV.
You don't like my music, you don't want
to talk, so I'm watching my TV.
We're at the Law and Order
Foundation dinner...
where Los Angeles mayor, Peter Parvin,
is fighting for his political survival.
Leading that attack again is
Police Commissioner Jane Kirkpatrick.
Let's hear what she has to say.
This rampaging gang of Pagans has made
a mockery of city administration.
Vehicles from the fire and police
departments are stolen in daylight.
Deadly toxic chemicals are on the loose.
What next, Mr Mayor?
In my opinion...
Mayor Parvin should consider
the welfare of his constituents...
and do the honourable thing:
Resign now.
You know, I think you and the
commissioner would make a cute couple.
You both keep your jaws locked.
Plus you two share
that curious affection for hats.
May I remind you that
Commissioner Kirkpatrick...
threatened to turn me
into a civilian?
Yeah, I know.
There was a gleam in her eye, though.
Put a clamp on it!
I have never been elected
to public office.
I have always sought the approval
of a somewhat higher power...
for my actions.
The sad truth...
is that we live here now
in a city...
where even a gross pornographer
like Jerry Caesar...
is not immune from lawlessness!
With this grim fact in mind...
I am relieved to announce tonight...
that even Mr Caesar himself
has bravely decided...
to strike a blow in our common fight
against crime!
Yes, sir! Yes, indeed!
This guy knows God personally.
I hear they play racquetball together.
Just chuckle away.
I don't hear God laughing.
You will once He sees your haircut.
My friends, in an unprecedented
gesture of atonement...
Mr Caesar has agreed
to donate the sum...
of $1 million
to my Moral Advance Movement.
[Friday]
7:52 p.m.
After witnessing the raging political
turmoil on Streebek's puny TV...
I was really looking forward
to the end of a rotten day.
- Well, want to get something to eat?
- Not tonight. I have plans.
You do? What? What?
Where do you go? What is her name?
Does she have a sister?
Good night, Streebek.
Truth is, I don't care where you go.
Yeah, I do.
I gotta know.
I knew it.
It's Nightmare on Elm Street.
- That would make him Freddie Krueger.
- [Coyote Howling]
We're gonna be driving along some night
and the lighting's gonna be bad.
He's gonna mistake me for some
pretty coed, and out comes that claw.
[Snarling, Screaming]
170 pounds of ground chuck.
Who knows what kind of thrill-seeking
hose monster he's got stashed in there?
My God, he's dating Mother Goose!
Hey, Joe!
Streebek, what are you doing here?
- Who is this nice-Iooking young man?
- He's nobody.
My partner.
Streebek, introduce yourself
to my grandmother, quickly.
Well, what a pleasant surprise.
Granny Friday.
She's my maternal grandmother.
Her name is Mundy.
Why