The Leith police dismisseth us."
Aren't you gonna help him?
I abhor violence.
"The Leith police dismisseth us."
- I got a situation here.
- So?
That's it.
I'll take it from here.
Good luck in your radio career.
Where we going?
Out there, huh? Fine with me.
I need a lot of room
for you, pal. Yeah.
I looked up "Neanderthal"
in the dictionary.
There was a picture of you.
Whereabouts?
- Right here.
- That's good for me.
I don't know what Addy sees in you.
You know, she should
go out with humans.
I was wrong.
- What?
- You can't take care of yourself.
They wrote a song about you.
"Brother, Can You Spare a Brain?"
- You want to know something?
- What?
You'll always be "shorty" to me.
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[ENGLISH]- Evening, lieutenant.
- Louie.
- Coffee?
- Yeah.
Forget it, lieutenant.
Their free refills were killing me anyway.
Mike Murphy been in yet?
- Who?
- Murphy. Michael.
I don't know him, pal.
That's funny.
I hear he eats here every night.
Murray, you say?
Murphy, brick brain.
Your ears need unplugging?
- So?
- No, he ain't been in yet.
I'll wait.
Damn. Damn.
Hello, Louie.
Got an emergency. They need
your meat loaf down at the river.
The levee's got a hole in it...
...and meat loaf's the only thing
that can stop it up for a year.
Hey.
Somebody left the cage door open, huh?
It's out.
What's the occasion?
Archie, how you doing?
- Not too bad. And you?
- Not too bad.
Good.
- How's the stew?
- Not too good.
That's too bad.
I was counting on the stew.
I had my mouth set on it. I'll try the Ritz.
- Maybe not.
- This here is Archie.
Really? Ain't that peculiar?
- What?
- See, Archie...
...we're looking for a gumshoe
named Mike Murphy.
Guy about your size
with a mustache like you.
Even drives a Model A Roadster like you,
with the same license plate too.
- Now, ain't that peculiar?
- Yeah, that's peculiar.
They're a couple of cupcakes.
I guess this wouldn't work again.
Oh, Speer.
Lieutenant, aren't you
gonna do anything?
How about a refill?
He can take care of himself.
I'm not disturbing you, am I?
I got a situation here.
I know we're not really close
anymore, but let by...
- You back?
- Fuck, yes, I'm back.
You know why I'm back?
Because I'm being killed.
What are you gawking at?
- You waiting for them to kill me?
- They competitors?
Or did you have your nose
in the wrong ass?
- There's plenty left for you.
- Say when.
Mike, please.
There's not much left.
- Anytime, Speer.
- Until then, you watch your step.
- You hear me?
- What are you talking about?
I'm talking about rumors
of a frayed-collar peeper...
...trying to get in bed
with the wrong snot balls.
Of course, that wouldn't be you.
You're too much of a fancy Dan.
So?
- I'll be watching.
- I'm shaking.
So long, shorty.
You pathetic son of a bitch.
He's so pathetic.
I turned in my badge, you know.
I got my own...
I got my own office now!
I got my name in gold.
You're just jealous.
You're so insecure, it's unbelievable.
Is this frayed?
How you doing, boss?
- Fine, fine, doing fine.
- Alrighty.
- Keep the change.
- Thanks a million. Much obliged.
The finance company just called. Those
mugs last night were after your car.
Repo guys?
Seems they don't enjoy their work
as much as they used to.
You owe $98.98, Mike.
It's the cash or the keys.
Mahoney.
- Who?
- The landlord.
Do I have to do everything?
I told you to send that check weeks ago.
- Oh, my gosh!
- I can't stand irresponsibility.
I know. I'm so...
Still singing that song? Ain't never
worked. Ain't never gonna work.
You remember my silent
and invisible partner, Mr. Swift.
We thought you were Mahoney...
...president of the Landlord's
Malevolent Association.
- Behind in our rent again.
- The word is "still."
Tell Mr. Mahoney to fix the plumbing,
or we're gonna move to a better dump.
Mike, catch me. I'm gonna faint.
I suppose Murphy and Swift...
...are financially