light tan Chevy.
It's got no front plates...
It's got no plates at all.
And It's near the top of the hlll
on Llnden Road.
Very good-
Oh! Thanks.
What time you got?
- Got about 10:30?
- You've been talking to Montoya.
He did mention something
about Encino.
I suppose you deserve
the full initiation.
You've been shot at- You might as well
have your picture taken-
Montoya thlnks she's some kind
of movie actress.
Be my damn luck if they
had her working overtime tonight.
Those bastards-
They're slave drivers,
that's what they are.
They don't care how hard
they work a person, as long...
Oh, my God!
There she is!
Oh, she's fantastic!
Do you think she knows we're out here?
All she has to do
is look out the window.
10:30 right on the dot-
If there's one quality I really admire
in a person, it's punctuality-
And flexibility.
If a person says they're gonna be
at a certain place...
Oh, God!
How does she do that?
Beats the hell out of me.
Don't push on the pedals!
Would you look at her tan?
It's so... Oh, it's so even.
Oh, my God!
- What do you want?
- Get the briefcase!
I think she doesn't know.
Somebody does.
All units. A rape in progress.
8792 Llnden Road.
- Damn it to hell! I knew it!
- Identlfy and handle code 3.
Shit!
- Let's go!
- Keep running!
Around the back-
Hold it! Freeze!
He's bought it-
Get on the other guy.
Let him go. Please, let him go-
- Hold him!
- Got him.
Sir, you okay? Sir?
Fine.
Get an ambulance.
Air 12 to Central requesting
an ambulance at 3920 Linden Road-
- How's the woman?
- She looks bad.
Hell!
- It's gone.
- Sir?
The Chevy. The junker.
It's gone!
Goddamn!
Air 12, wlnd 150 degrees at 22-
Altlmeter 2992. Clear to land.
Alr 14, 1150 degrees at 12-
Clear for takeoff.
The old man wants
to see both of you right now!
I like your haircut.
I like yours, too.
One of the really fun things
about this job. -.
Is reading the complaints
of the public.
For example,
tonight we have a fella...
that didn't appreciate us
disturbing his sleep.
I hope I'm not called on by the chief
to explain why two of my people...
were hovering over Encino
at 10:30 p.m. -.
While Commissioner McNeely was getting
the shit kicked out of her...
in her very own front yard
in fashionable Brentwood.
McNeely, Linden Road? That's her?
Of the mayor's Special Task Force
on Urban Violence.
A little touch of irony there
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 and battery. Attempted rape-
- There wasn't any rape-
The case is closed-
They got 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. It's not their
pattern to go to a street in Brentwood.
Forget patterns- Period-
And get the hell off my desk.
Get off!
All right.
It doesn't bother you the car had no
plates and was gone when we came back?
It doesn't bother you
that rapists don't travel in pairs?
What bothers me is
some son of a bitch...
may get the idea to ask
what you were doing...
five miles out
of your assigned patrol area.
That's what bothers me- When I talk to
you, Lymangood, I'll be looking at you.
I wanted to say, sir, that 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 in Encino, for Christ's sake?
I had 20 years in this outfit
when your idea of a big time...
was sitting in front of the TV
watching Bugs Bunny. -.
And gnawing on your Fudgesicle-
To jog your memory, Officer Murphy,
some people do not 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 with this?
They'll burn you...
me, your idiotic friend here
and my