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I'm at the hotel now, Mr. Yamaguchi, and I can assure you that all the

arrangements have been made.

Yes, we'll see that their every desire is satisfied during their stay.

Arigato.

Excuse me. Hi. Can I borrow a phone, please?

Use mine.

Thank you very much.

Who do I call?

You need a phone, but you don't know who to call.

I just drove all the way from Ogden, Utah. I have a very big audition

I know it sounds silly, but I want to be a model.

Doesn't sound silly at all. You have all the right qualifications.

Not if I don't get there.

My car is stuck outside with a flat tire. I can't change it, and I don't

to an auto club, so who do I call?

No one.

I'll change it.

Really? You don't mind?

Show me the way. Thank you.

Where's the car I have a small confession to make my car is fine.

It's you I wanted So this is a business you could

say that What

Well, well well

I

We'd have to wait another day or two for a donated liver. Your father wouldn't

have made it. But he's in surgery right now.

What are his chances?

Oh, most patients really do very, very well. And your dad, for his age, is in

great shape.

But you know him. There's no guarantees.

I'm used to that.

I'm awake on the crew.

What do you got?

GFW to the chest. He's bleeding out. 50 and 60 pulse. Pulse is 150 and 30. I

started him on ringer's ID.

I need a CBC, Ken 7. Let's cross and match. I need six units of O negative

chest tube.

Okay, mic now.

One, two, three.

Sir, this is a restricted area. You're going to have to leave. Not until I know

he's dead.

Hey, I don't want to do this. The hell I don't.

Get out of the way. Move. Give me security. I've got the situation under

control.

Really? I'm going to need you loud and clear.

They sound like gunshots.

Taylor.

Security to the ER.

If you don't put the gun away...

I'm not going to be able to continue my work and he will die. He's already dead.

We all are.

For God's sakes, kill us all.

Shut up. Look.

Look what he's done.

He broke a vial of cystic bacteria.

Serial group three, it's in the air now. We are all breathing it. What the hell

is she talking about?

It's going to start soon. The skin erosion, the vomiting, the bleeding.

from every orifice. Please, I beg you, shoot me.

She's lying.

In five minutes, you'll know for yourself.

That's when the skin begins to erupt in pustules. You're probably already

beginning to feel the itch. Kill him. Kill me. Kill everyone.

Just save the bullet for yourself.

It's all under control.

Surely it doesn't look under control to me.

Stop it. Stop it or I'll shoot.

Shoot. Shoot.

You're insane.

You're welcome.

Dr.

Smalls, I'd like you to meet my new partner, Detective Taylor Lucas.

Nice hospital you have here.

Steve. Here's the autopsy report on Milton Wilder. The pimp who was killed

the alley last night.

No surprises there.

Good, because I've already reached my weekly limit.

Yeah, I heard. Why was that lunatic down here trying to kill a patient?

Because he blew it the first time.

The guy on the table was the shooter's business partner.

He embezzled $2 million from their company. When the shooter went to

him about it, he found him in bed with his wife. Ouch.

So he emptied his gun into him, but there was nothing left for his wife.

So he left to get some more ammo. When he came back, he saw the paramedics

trying to save his partner's life.

So he followed them down here to finish off the job.

Did he?

That's what I'm waiting to find out.

So, am I investigating a homicide or an attempted murder?

Oh, attempted murder. He's gonna live.

That's my cue to leave. I have a date with my son and four Teletubbies. Bye

-bye. Bye.

If you ask me, the guy on the table isn't the only one lucky to be alive. We

are. No thanks to Detective Lucas.

Hey, she took down a shooter, didn't she?

Yeah, after she told him to kill us all. But he didn't. He could have, but he

didn't. Steve, I think you're missing my point. That woman is as scary as the

psycho with the gun.

No, I admit, she's kind of unorthodox, but she gets the job done.

Besides, at least now she's got a partner keeping her in check.

Well, I tell you, you'd have to be crazy to be her partner.

Amy Devlin may be a lot of things, but crazy is not one of them. She made

detective faster than any woman in LAPD history.

I think she's aiming for chief one day.

You ought to pick out a burial plot, because if she stays with Detective

Lucas... She's not going to be living much longer.

You shouldn't be so hard on Taylor Lucas. I mean, people used to say I was

unorthodox.

You? Yeah, they used to say I was edgy and unpredictable and shocking.

Steve, they were talking about your hair.

They were?

Yes, they were.

Remember you had that Rick Springfield thing going for a while?

That one year sort of glowed in the dark.

I always have to accelerate to a stop.

It keeps me awake.

Yeah, I wish I had that problem.

Is he still not sleeping?

You're worrying too much about your dad.

Wow.

What you need is a distraction.

Like what?

Like going undercover at dudes.

The male strip club?

Yeah. Is there something illegal going on over there?

You won't know unless you investigate.

I need to talk to you?

I'll catch up.

Lieutenant?

You know a guy named Milton Wilder? Ran a high -end escort service.

He's dead.

Gunned down in an alley outside a hotel last night.

Captain wants you to handle it. He must have mistaken us for homicide

detectives. Or are we being reassigned?

No, you're being helpful.

Homicide is spread thin and vice is your specialty, so you'll be assisting.

Report what you find to me.

We will.

Oh, and Devlin.

You're driving the oldest sedan in the fleet, aren't you?

Oh, we prefer to think of it as a classic automobile entrusted to our

Well, now you're driving the newest one.

A homicide perk?

No, strictly regulation.

New one comes in, the old one gets scrapped. So, uh, take good care of it.

Thanks, Lieutenant, we will. You can start by never letting Taylor drive.

What's this doing in our spot? Where's our car?

This is our car.

Fine.

That is just the attitude that worries me. What attitude?

You don't care whether the car is old or new. You're going to drive it exactly

the same way. Because it's a car.

With only five miles on the odometer and not a scratch on it.

Or doesn't that mean anything to you?

Yeah, it means it's time somebody broke it in.

We're not breaking anything. We're keeping this in pristine condition.

It's a car.

It's a responsibility.

Like the homicide case we've just been given.

Our opportunity to prove ourselves and get out of life.

Or it's a dead -end case they gave us because it will torpedo any chance we

of promotion.

Well, we don't have a choice anyway.

Then we'll get right on it after we pick up my bail jump.

What bail jump?

Lorette Seip, gun merchant.

Doesn't shave her underarms.

Took me six months undercover to bust her back when I was with the UCF.

You're only with the ATF for six months.

We have creative differences.

So let the ATF handle it. If they could handle it, she wouldn't be out, would

she? It's not your case anymore.

It'll take an hour tops.

An hour tops.

You

said it would

take an hour. I meant an hour after we found her.

Where do you think you're going to get Lorette's sight?

You're just going to walk in that bar.

I may open the door first. What? You're just going to open the door and walk in

that bar?

That's how I usually go from outside to inside.

So, after you open the door and walk in the bar, what do you think is going to

happen next?

Do you need all the steps, or can I just summarize it under the blanket

statement? I'm going to get Lorette's sight.

I don't think maybe this woman might recognize the undercover cop who

her. And that maybe she won't want to be covered by your blanket statement.

What's your idea?

Lorette Stipe doesn't know me.

And?

I can't let you go in there alone. All right. I'm only a ten -year veteran of

the force. No way I can handle this. That's not what I meant.

You think I'm too soft to make a simple bust in a biker bar. No, it's just this

bar. It's not... You think that because I haven't been thrown off half a dozen

law enforcement agencies for going too deep undercover, I can't pick up a bail

jumper?

You want to do this your way, do it your way.

I will.

So what does she look like?

I'm looking for the right guy.

you didn't buy those weapons from her because if you did and you pull the

trigger you might blow your face off i want a refund i don't know you

oh now you don't know me how convenient my boyfriend is dead because of the

lousy gun you sold me it jammed and before i could shoot the security guard

gunned my sweet anderson jimmy down i never sold you a gun

I've never seen you before. My Jimmy is dead, and I'm a fugitive just because of

you and your lousy gun.

Wait,

she's lying. She's lying. I've never seen her before.

Hey, my merchant's gone. Oh, is it now?

Why don't we take my gun outside and try again?

You just better hope it works.

Did you have to skid to a stop? Those are brand

new tires.

I think I got him.

What are you doing?

Waiting to return fire if there isn't any.

We'll wait somewhere else. Behind this dumpster. Behind that wall.

I can't get a good shot from here. What if he fires back?

I'll duck.

Behind a brand new car?

We're supposed to be protecting it.

I think he's in the side alley.

Well, this is exciting.

Where are you going?

I'm on the shooter.

The rep's dead.

Sorry, I can't say the same thing for the shooter.

Hey. Hey.

How's your dad?

He set off the smoke detector with his cigars, and he threw his lunch tray out

the window.

He's getting better already.

Yeah, he even bribed some orderlings smuggling a corned beef sandwich.

Actually, I did that.

You did?

I was worried about him.

Thank you.

Got that out of your system?

Yeah.

The Emmy wants to see it.

I thought Lorette would have had more guts.

You can discuss her bravery under fire at the memorial service.

I mean, literally.

Don't most people keep their internal organs here? Excuse me. Dyke was an

donor, and since the cause of death wasn't in question, the organs were

harvested immediately.

Wouldn't have figured her for a philanthropist. Whether she was

Milton Wilder. Which is why we called you down here. The bullet I took out of

Stipe was sent out for a routine ballistics check.

The computer found a match.

The bullet that killed Lorette Stipe came from the same gun that killed

Wilder.

And you said going after my bail jumper was a waste of time.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you ask? Why didn't I ask what?

I have no idea.

What didn't I tell you?

When you said you wanted to pick up a bail jumper, why didn't you tell me she

was related to the Wilder case?

She wasn't. I mean, I didn't know she was.

This the off -duty cop? Yeah, shot by a carjacker. BP 90 over 60 inch. She's

hyper -resonant on the right side.

Okay, let's type in cross. We need some O negative.

Here's a chest tube. Let's contact the surgeon.

You need blood. We got it right here.

Oh, thanks, but a dozen cops have already volunteered.

That's why I always keep a gun under my seat.

Carjacker gets in, they'll have to scrub him off the upholstery.

I'm serious.

Doesn't track.

Wilder ran hookers, Stipes sold weapons. Not exactly a lot of overlap.

But the same guy shot both of them, and he's got my bulletin.

And he's getting a doctor who doesn't ask questions, so we hit the streets.

Get nowhere.

No one's going to copy the name of a dirty doctor to anyone who asks.

They're too valuable.

Hey, remember that guy I dated, special effects guy who did movie gore? Yeah,

the geek who spoke Klingon.

You criticize the guys I date.

You don't date.

I don't have to be Klingon either.

Okay, fine.

The point is, he could make one of us look bullet riddled.

It's not good enough. I mean, even a shady doctor will know a fake bullet

when he sees one.

Okay, so what's your plan?

Hold that shot.

I want to get a clean shot.

You're going to shoot me? You're stressing Billy.

You're not going to shoot me. We need to find a dirty doctor. Do you have a

better plan? I don't need a better plan to know that your plan is terrible.

Fine.

I'm ready.

You shot yourself!

I grazed myself.

I can't believe you just shot yourself!

I've done it before. You have?

You have?

You do know that, don't you?

It's my best quality.

Okay, now just try not to get blood on the upholstery. What is it with you and

this car?

Hold your arm out the window.

You sure this is the right place?

We hit the streets, I bled all over them, and we only got three names. Yeah,

the first was a veterinarian, the next one was still in prison.

Well, this better be the right dirty doctor, because if the shooter didn't

here, we're out of luck.

Yeah? My friend needs to see a doctor.

If they're selling subscriptions or candy, it's more effective.

She's been shot.

What is that going around?

500 bucks cash up front for your basic disinfectant. So more later if you want

extras. Like what?

Painkillers, antibiotics,

tasty grape sucker.

Can we see the doctor now?

You can call me Dr. Wilby.

You wait here.

Patience only.

You were only grazed.

You'll have an ugly scar to go with your others.

Why'd you sniff me?

I was admiring your perfume.

Laird to cordite. The bullet left powder burns on your sleeve and your arm.

At least it left.

Sounds like other people you've been seeing lately haven't been so lucky.

You said it was going around?

Wouldn't be in business otherwise.

You're going to need a genomycin shot.

Is that going to cost me?

Not as much as not having it.

How did you hear about me?

You treated a friend of a friend last night. Shot by cops down on 29th.

Is that so?

Mm -hmm.

And how's he feeling this morning?

Glad to be alive.

This is an antibiotic.

The bullet may have missed you, but there's still a risk of infection.

Tell me about the guy you'd see.

Why, haven't you heard of doctor -patient privilege?

I won't say a word.

You will when I give you a shot of truth serum. Sorry we're all out of sodium

pentothal. We have our own recipe.

Hmm.

Biclobenzaprine. Sounds very chemical.

Must be good.

Some muscle relaxant and depressant. I don't want you stressed.

Ah, some atropine.

What'll happen to me if you mix those drugs together?

Nope.

Give me some of that.

It's a drain cleaner.

We don't want your arteries getting clogged.

What do you want to know?

That's why they call this the truth serum. Every time we make it, people

talking. Tell us about the guy you treated.

It was a woman.

That was my mistake.

She had a bullet in the chest.

It was too deep. I couldn't take it out without killing her. She needed a

surgeon. Did she get one?

We don't do a lot of follow -up care here.

Did you get her name?

She paid. She left. That's all I know.

Well, thank you, Dr. Welby.

You're under arrest.

Want to tell me how this happened?

No.

I am under legal obligation to report all gunshot wounds, no matter how minor,

to the police department.

Consider it reported.

Not good enough.

She shot herself.

You shot yourself?

She wanted to shoot me, but I wouldn't let her.

You did?

You know, we have an excellent psychiatric department here. I could

somebody. It was the only way we could get the line on a dirty doctor who would

treat a gunshot wound without reporting it.

Hmm. Well, I hope you got something useful out of your self -mutilation.

Actually, we know the shooter is a woman, and she's still carrying Taylor's

bullet. She'll turn up soon enough, or her body will.

You know, your suicidal approach to detective works when it gets you both

killed. If you're willing to take risks, you shouldn't have the badge.

Is that wounded officer the one that got shot by the carjacker? Detective Cole

is going to be fine. He should be sent home in a few days.

Oh, good. And the search for the carjacker?

Still a large, but not for long, I don't think, because nearly every officer on

duty and off has gone down to 29th and Figueroa looking for a lead.

Thank you, Dr. Sloan.

Listen, about that psychiatric consultant... We can talk about it next

shoot myself.

Next time?

Officer Cole was shot two blocks from where we nabbed Stipe. If they were that

close, we should have heard something.

Kind of busy at the time.

Protecting the car, remember?

Not as busy as we're laughing, babe.

What are you doing?

Hoping to prove myself wrong.

These two bullets both came from the same gun.

This is the one they pulled from Officer Cole.

This one came from a rapist shot last month by a police officer.

You're saying a cop shot Officer Cole?

I'm saying you did.

Time for a hospital visit.

Log on now to CBS .com or America Online.

Where's the cop who was shot yesterday?

Oh, God.

As in dead?

No, as in home.

She was shot in the chest less than 24 hours ago. How could you let her leave?

It wasn't my decision. It was hers.

Besides, I think that she's going to be back here pretty soon and feeling lousy.

She left without a prescription for antibiotics and pain killers.

Amy Devlin, Vices, and my partner, Taylor Lucas. We're looking for Officer

Oh, well, uh, there she is.

I'm sorry, what are you two doing here?

We came to arrest Officer Cole for killing Loretta Stipe.

Oh, well, so did we.

Washington and Andrews run the anti -gang unit.

They had suspected that a cop was helping Stipe sell illegal weapons to

gangs. When Cole was carjacked a few blocks from where Stipe was shot, they

it together.

They came here to confront Cole? Things went wrong?

Well... Cole started shooting, we fired back, and Cole lost.

So how'd you two put it together?

Timing, geography, and a strong aversion to coincidence.

Why do you suppose Cole checked out of the hospital in such a hurry?

Well, the anesthesia wore off.

I think she just wanted the bullet out so she could run.

Didn't run very far, did she?

No.

Chalk one up for the good guys.

I'll see ya.

You know what you said about coincidences?

I'm feeling a strong aversion right now.

I'm just feeling sick.

I think we should see a doctor.

If you expect me to shoot myself again, you can forget it.

That won't be necessary.

Dr.

Sloan, we think that Milton Wilder, the vice part, and Lorette Stipe, gun

dealer, were assassinated by corrupt cops. And we think that one of them was

Officer Cole.

How do you know that?

Because the bullet you took out of her was mine.

You shot a cop? No.

I mean, yes.

Not on purpose.

Actually, it was.

Well, so besides shooting yourself, you like to shoot other policemen, too. I

didn't know she was a cop at the time.

Who did you think she was?

The killer who shot Stipe and was shooting at me. Which she was, before we

out she was a cop. Which she is.

Why don't we sit down and you tell me the whole story?

Very slowly.

Okay.

We went to arrest Cole, but she was already dead.

Gunned down in a shootout with three other cops.

They claim she was working with Stipe selling guns to street gangs.

I was undercover with Stipe's cronies for six months. I would have known if

was in business with the cops. She wasn't.

Do you have any evidence at all to back up your suspicions?

Not a thing.

If we can just figure out what Wilder and Stipe had in common, we'll know why

they were killed.

The problem is we can't do that using department resources without tipping off

our suspects.

Okay, why don't we just start with what you already know?

Wilder ran hookers. Stipe sold guns to wackos. Nothing in common, besides being

human. They were barely that.

You know, maybe that's exactly what they do have in common.

You were right, Mark. Both Wilder and Stipe were organ donors.

If Stipe cared about saving her fellow man, she wouldn't have been selling guns

to sociopaths. Is this what you said when you saw Stipe's cadaver?

Which got me thinking.

That's why I had Amanda check and see if Wilder was a donor, too.

And he was. They both had pink dots on their driver's licenses.

Wilder wasn't a giving guy.

He didn't put that dot there.

Somebody else did.

You think the cops are killing these jerks for their guts?

Yeah.

Corneas, hearts, livers, kidneys.

The one thing the two of them have in common is that their organs were

within hours after they died.

That's a big stretch.

Can you think of any other reason these two would have donor dots on their

licenses?

social responsibility to a new law.

They're just bad cops.

Oh, bad is such a subjective word.

We like to think of ourselves as providing a service.

Yeah, we didn't have enough murders in this city. Thanks so much.

We're just taking out the creeps to provide healthy organs for the, uh,

citizens of the community.

Somehow, I'm not impressed.

You should be.

After all, we saved your father's life.

Wilder may have been a lot of things, but he wasn't a drinker.

Your father got a nice, healthy liver because of us.

He knew.

He would tear it out with his bare hands.

Well, tell him then.

See?

It's easy to object to what we're doing based on principle.

But when it gets down to real people, you know we're right.

Like when you killed Officer Cole. You're putting cops on your list of

too? Jackie was compromised and she knew it.

We'd all make the same sacrifice if we had to. Is that how you're going to

justify killing us?

We didn't come here to kill you.

We want you to join us.

It's that scene in every James Bond movie, isn't it?

Yeah. Where the bad guy says, join me, we'll rule the world together. And if

Bond says yes, he'll probably have a chance to get away, come back with the

entire British army, and wipe out the villain's secret lair.

Instead, he says, hell no, and gets thrown in the dungeon.

I never understood that.

Until now, all right?

Yeah.

Hell no.

So now what?

Little Timmy going to get my pancreas tomorrow?

Too bad.

We could have done some nice work together.

Never worked like that for James Bond.

If they would have killed one cop, maybe they'd rather go down than kill two

more. Right, because deep down, they're really good people.

Did you just hear a click?

Yeah. What is that, some fancy new feature?

I don't think it's standard equipment.

Look under the seat.

It's a bomb.

That thing triggered off when you sat down.

You get up, it goes off.

Okay, so I'll just sit here the rest of my life.

Well, you could, but since there's also a timer attached, I'm not sure how long

that would be.

Great. What do I do?

You might use this moment as an opportunity to reflect on how lucky you

have a partner who worked in the bomb squad.

What do you mean, uh -oh?

Nothing. Everything's fine. It's just, uh... What?

Which wire do I pull, the red one or the green one?

Just kidding.

I can't believe they put a bomb in our car.

We knew they committed multiple murders. Of course they're going to try to kill

us. Well, kill us, sure, but blow us up. Our organs are destroyed.

What, is my spleen not good enough for that?

Is the light on the thing supposed to be flashing? Only when the bomb is armed.

Excuse me? The light. It flashes to indicate the bomb is armed.

But that can't be because you disarmed it.

Well, that was certainly my opinion, but it seems I might have been mistaken.

You said you worked in the bomb squad.

I did. I did. And it was one of the best weeks I've ever had in an apartment. A

week. A long week. We've got to get rid of that.

Okay. Not... There are people out there.

That trash bin.

You don't know anything about bombs, do you? I know they explode.

Why didn't you tell me you didn't know what you were doing? I didn't want to

alarm you. I am...

Pretty good driving.

Pretty good.

They put a bomb in this car and I'm still bringing it back spotless.

Well,

while you two have been busy, we've been trying to figure out exactly what these

corrupt officers are up to.

We started by examining how the organ donor registry works. Each potential

recipient is listed according to blood and tissue type, and then they're

prioritized in order of critical need.

When an organ donor becomes available, we give it to the first person on the

list with the same blood and tissue type as the donor.

Somehow Lipton tapped into that list.

Okay, but how are they picking their victims? I mean, how do they know that

whoever they kill is going to be on the list?

We think they've been using the new... DNA database the FBI's been compiling on

convicted felons. So they're generating a list of felons whose blood and tissue

type match the most seriously ill patient.

Only they've been doing it on the local level, making sure that the right organ

gets to the right patient in plenty of time. If you're right, you can figure

who their next victim will be.

We already have. We dug through the Southern California donor registry,

identified the most critical patient, and then got his blood and tissue type.

and then we matched it against the DNA database on local felons. We came up

four possible victims.

We eliminated the people who might not be acceptable as donors, and from there

we went on. Crook number one had a history of intravenous drug use. Crook

two was in jail. And crook number three had HIV, which leaves crook number four.

A Mr. Gil Thaksin, a small -time pusher who sells tainted drugs, but is a little

too smart to sample his own merchandise.

You know, they're not going to go after Thaksin now. They know that you're on to

them. If they stop now, they get away with everything.

Okay. Well, at least we know what they're up to. Find a way to use it.

Soon.

Amy, would you wait a minute? I'd like to talk to you.

We have to talk about your father.

And remember, we said there are no guarantees.

You're late.

Who wanted to make sure you were alone?

I am.

But are you the only one we're talking to?

It's just the four of us.

You know, you're taking quite a risk.

It's worth it.

That offer you made us, it's changed my mind.

So you don't blame us for the car trouble you had?

You did what you thought you had to do.

Doesn't matter now.

So you really expect us to believe that you changed your mind?

Just like that.

Your father's body's rejected the liver.

Sorry, we don't have a returns policy.

He needs another liver.

That's not our problem.

Please.

We can't help you.

But we can show you how to help yourself.

This is Saxton's meth lab. He likes to cut the drugs he sells with baking soda,

paint thinner, basically anything he has lying around the house. He doesn't have

a lot of repeat customers.

But he does have one redeeming quality.

The same blood and tissue type as my father.

There's just one tiny problem.

Paxton is still alive.

So, what are you going to do about that?

Me?

Well, Daddy needs a new liver.

There it is.

You want it, you take it.

Now what do we do?

We arrest you for murder.

We were following you. We saw you come in.

You had a gunshot.

We came in and found you standing over his body. He was unarmed, shot in the

back. Yeah, yeah.

You were desperate to save your father's life. That's probably how your killing

spree started, although we'll never know for sure.

Because you were gunned down in a shootout with police.

Everyone is going to know I was murdered.

How?

They're listening to us right now.

I'm not wired, but this place is.

Your little plot is over. It's time to give up. We got him.

They'll fold now. They have no other choice.

We knew who your next victim was going to be. The key was getting you to

Hi.

The real Gil Faxon is in protective custody.

I don't know who you are, but you're going to wish you were him.

It's not that easy.

Now this is ugly.

Well...

Looks like it's going to be a massacre any way you look at it.

Not if you give yourselves up.

You're kidding, right?

You put us in jail, it's the same thing as giving us a death penalty, only a lot

more painful.

It doesn't have to be that way.

Oh, yeah, because cops do so well in prison.

Shooting us isn't going to help you.

No, no, maybe not.

But I'm sure there are some people on the organ list who will be grateful.

So, who's going to shoot first?

That's psychotic. What kind of person thinks like that?

I can think of a few.

We have to do something to stop them.

We can call for backup.

We can't wait.

Buckle up.

Buckle up for what?

We're going in.

In?

You could do the wall?

You got a better idea? I don't have to have a better idea to know that your

is terrible.

I'm really tired of people saying that to me.

A cop who moves never moves again.

You're all under a rat.

You all right?

That's an experience I could have lived without.

I'm not sure I could have.

What were you thinking?

I was thinking of saving your life.

And you couldn't have done it without the car?

I don't know. I didn't give it any thought.

See, that is exactly your problem.

What's my problem? This whole not thinking thing.

How long do you think they'll survive together?

Longer than anyone who gets near them.

I think if I were a criminal, I'd be very afraid.

I'm not a criminal. I am very afraid. You're welcome.

You're welcome?

You're welcome.

Have you been hurt yet?

I don't know why I haven't.