reading the complaints
of the public.
For example, tonight here
we have a fella...
...that didn't appreciate us
disturbing his sleep.
I just hope I'm not called on
by the chief to explain...
...why two of my people were
hovering over Encino at 10:30...
...while Commissioner McNeely
was getting beaten...
...in her own front yard
in fashionable Brentwood.
McNeely? That's her?
Of the mayor's Task Force
on Urban Violence.
A touch of irony, if you
like that sort of thing.
- How is she?
- She was shot, Frank.
She's in Intensive Care.
Shot by one of the rapists.
One of the rapists?
Assault. Attempted rape.
That's what they're calling it.
There wasn't any rape.
Case is closed.
There's two toes tagged in the morgue.
That abandoned car we called in?
The Chevy. That was a stakeout.
No stakeout. A make-out.
Kids who couldn't afford a motel.
Kids go to Mulholland.
That's not the pattern.
Forget patterns, Frank.
And get the hell off my desk, will you?
Get off!
All right.
It doesn't bother you
that car has no plates?
That it wasn't there
when we came back?
That rapists don't travel in pairs?
What bothers me is, some son of
a bitch may ask what you were doing...
...five miles out of your patrol area!
When I talk to you,
I'll look at you.
It was my fault. I talked
Murphy into taking us there.
You're supposed to be stupid, son.
Don't abuse the privilege.
You think I haven't heard about
that silly twit out in Encino?
I had 20 years in this outfit when
you were sitting in front of the TV...
...watching Bugs Bunny,
gnawing on your Fudgsicle.
Remember, Officer Murphy, there are
people who don't like police officers.
They do not like the idea of
helicopters flying over their homes...
...peeking in their windows.
You know what they'll do?
They'll burn you...
...me, your idiotic friend here,
and my whole damn division.
I don't want my division burnt!
So here's the way it's coming down
with you guys!
- You're grounded. Both of you!
- Grounded?
I gotta figure out where to hide you
until this crap blows over.
Get out of here, Lymangood.
I mean, dismissed.
Stick around, Frank.
The review board wants to have you
up for psychiatric re-evaluation.
Oh, come on!
What do you expect after your
wig-out last month?
But there's a bright side
to this. And a moral.
Morals are good for you.
I love morals.
And the moral of this story is:
If you are walking on eggs, don't hop.
That's it.
Don't hop!
Hello. Listen, it's me.
I don't know whether a post card from
Laguna means we're speaking again...
... but call me when you get in, okay?
Even if you're not speaking, call me.
Please? Okay, huh? Please, huh?
Hello. I'm back.
Is there no getting
rid of this chick?
The reason I'm pressing is that
I've got a really big favor I need.
I'm desperate! Desperate!
No matter what time it is, call me.
Please. Bye.
Freeze!
For chrissake, Murphy!
You wanna get yourself killed?
You bozo! How many burglars come
in the front door with a key?
- You scared the shit out of me.
- I'm sorry.
Came to make friends.
Here's your key.
Well, I guess that makes
that official.
Where's my blender? I need it.
At 3:00 a. M.?
You have this problem.
You don't return phone calls.
In the kitchen.
Hold him for me.
This kid must be deaf.
- You coming?
- Where?
The Shocks' anniversary party.
You remember.
Annie's been open for a year now.
We're gonna have guacamole...
...and margaritas...
...and chili rellenos-
Fat chance, huh?
That must've been some leave
you had in Laguna.
What did you do? Spend all your
time on the pistol range?
Here it is!
What's this?
This is beautiful. Really!
- Could I please borrow this-?
- No.
I'll wash it.
It already belongs to you.
I bought it for your birthday.
- Really?
- I thought I gave you that damn thing.
Never mind. This is beautiful.
I love it!
Frank, I miss you.
I