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Home invasion, and probably a kidnapping off it.

Who�s this guy?

Works security for the daughter of the couple.

Couple�s like in their mid-70s.

The husband leaves for a doctor�s appointment.

He�s the one I think got kidnapped.

15 minutes later, 3 black males

open the door with a key, shove the woman in a closet,

and start ransacking the place.

Get in with the keys.

Gotta be how it went down.

Husband never makes it to the doctor�s.

Got his car over the air.

How bad�s the old lady?

She got out what happened,

but then her speech started to get slurry.

In walks the daughter and this guy.

I think the daughter give her a valium.

She�s racked out in back.

Think you might be done with that call soon?

You�ve got my number. Tell him to call me.

I�m Mark Douglas.

I�m director of security for Ms. Dickerson�s company.

I�m Danny Sorenson. This is my partner Andy sipowicz.

I was on the job.

Where�d you work?

Traffic division over in Brooklyn.

I�ll tell you, I think Ms. Dickerson�s mother

could maybe use looking at in a hospital.

I was just trying to raise my own doctor on the phone --

are these the detectives?

Yes, they are.

And did you tell them about Avery batch?

No. We were just at that point.

We�re looking for a thug named Avery batch.

Lives in 2b.

He�s been antagonizing joan�s dad

for the last couple of months.

We�ll definitely talk to him.

How�s mom?

Resting. You�ll have to talk to her later.

I tell you, Ms. D., I really think

with your mom not talking that clear --

I gave her a valium.

But she wasn�t talking that clear when we got here.

I would be more comfortable if she got a looking at.

Is that your medical opinion?

Why don�t you want her to get examined?

She�s afraid of hospitals.

My brother went into a hospital

and never came out.

My father went for an electrocardiogram

and wound up with a triple bypass.

Well, i�m sorry about those incidents,

but your mom just got roughed up.

It sounds like her speech is slurry.

She�s afraid of hospitals. I�m afraid to take her.

What if she doesn�t come out?

Being this is a crime scene,

it�s out of the question your mom can stay here.

We�ll take her to my apartment.

Got to be an e. M. S. Transport.

Being she was manhandled,

they won�t take her to any private address

prior to looking at her at e. R.

Is that true?

Those are evidently the current regs.

And who�s going to find my father?

We�re going to start looking for your dad right now.

Do you think this Avery batch did it?

It�s a little early to tell.

Well, let me get my mom ready.

You configure the stones in a way that pleases you

and feels harmonious.

Then you use these tiny rakes

to make patterns and designs in the sand.

"The way is not a matter of knowing or not knowing."

And basically

you tend the garden

and, if you choose,

contemplate those bits of wisdom in the book.

The way is not a matter of knowing or not knowing.

Here. Try.

The rocks seem harmonious enough.

I�ll leave them as they are.

Let your hand float gently

like it�s being guided by a breeze.

Let the Serenity come to you.

You sure this works for non-orientals?

How do you feel?

Hey, that�s, that�s kind of nice.

You see.

Good morning.

I need to confide in someone

regarding possible criminal conduct.

Yeah, i�m detective medavoy.

I can take your information.

There you go, John.

My name is Kathleen Gallagher.

I live at 24 5th Avenue.

This is my partner Baldwin Jones.

How do you do? Pleased to meet you.

Greg: Ms. Gallagher wants to confide

about some criminal misbehavior.

Am I summarizing fairly?

Four months ago rafaella Santos,

whom I and my husband have tried to help

over the years,

gave birth to a baby boy.

I should say about a month afterwards

I had occasion to ask after the baby,

and rafaella told me that the baby

had fallen ill and died.

Well, naturally, I was devastated

and asked her why she hadn�t said anything

about the child�s death.

Hugh and I certainly would have wanted

to come to the funeral or send flowers.

And rafaella said that they hadn�t

had any burial service.

Obviously it wasn�t appropriate

to grill her at a moment like that,

but I certainly found it strange,

and over the ensuing months,

as delicately as possible,

I tried to pursue the subject with rafaella.

And in every instance,

rafaella�s answers were so consistently evasive

that i�ve come to the point where I feel

someone in authority ought to look into things.

This would be...

Her phone is disconnected, but that�s her address.

When you and your husband tried to help rafaella

over the years, Mrs. Gallagher,

what sort of assistance were you providing?

She was our housekeeper.

I was raised to believe that hiring a domestic

brought with it certain obligations

as to looking after their care and welfare.

Almost like they�re family.

Extended family of a kind, exactly.

And that�s the role

that my husband and I tried to play.

And in these months since you were devastated

when you first heard about her baby�s death,

Mrs. Gallagher,

have you and rafaella had some sort of falling out?

How family members of a kind sometimes will?

There has been a falling out,

and I suppose if you speak with rafaella,

she�ll mention it.

Items of worth, and, more importantly,

of great sentimental value

have disappeared from our apartment.

I wouldn�t accuse rafaella,

although I can�t imagine

who else could have been responsible.

But the atmosphere of distrust

that has been generated

is so strong

that I felt it necessary to dismiss her.

And you think rafaella may tell US

asking US to look at her about her baby dying

is you paying her back for this trouble

about losing your items of worth.

She may, but she�s wrong.

They can be so emotional.

Anyways,

we�ll look into this, Ms. Gallagher.

I�ll appreciate your apprising me of the outcome.

Yeah, I see you�ve written your phone number here.

I am so glad to have met you.

You say that, Mrs. Gallagher,

and i�ve got this feeling like i�ve met you before.

Maybe in another lifetime.

Yeah, maybe that�s it.

Okay, then.

So, where do you figure, d.,

that you knew her before?

I don�t know.

The picture�s kind of hazy,

but I do make out whole bunches of cotton.

Yeah?

Andy: Avery batch the daughter give US

for the push in and abducting her old man.

No good?

The guy�s on a liver list.

In bellevue with hepatitis c Avery batch.

Where�s my head at?

The case is strewn with invalids.

Can�t talk to the mother. She had a stroke.

What is it, John?

A man has information about their case.

What are you flailing your arms for?

Do you want the call in here?

No, tell the guy to mind his own business.

Yeah, bring it in here, John.

What�s the particular bee in your bonnet?

Do we want the call.

Did we want it in here, Andy.

Detective Sorenson. 15th squad.

I was told you�ve got some information.

The bee in my bonnet

is the victim�s daughter�s got a security guy

retired off the job, in 8 feet over his head.

There was an incident outside that address.

What do you know about it?

Why is that your problem?

Ever think about working security

after you retire from the job?

Because I have, and suppose you wound up

with an Eve-arden-type employer

like the battle-ax this Douglas works for.

Where are you then?

You walk around all day nervous and intimidated

with your thumb up your butt.

The three or four of them were acting suspiciously?

Did you get a look at any of them?

Know them from the neighborhood?

I�d like to think if I worked security,

I wouldn�t have my thumb up my butt.

Well, you�re always entitled to hope.

I appreciate you coming forward with that.

I gather you don�t want to give up your name.

If you want, call in half an hour

when our guys are back and I can let you know

if three or four black guys were responsible.

Same three or four guys maraud the entire city.

Or they could have been hispanics?

All right. Thanks very much.

Three or four black or hispanic males.

Now we�re getting somewhere.

Figure that�s one of the perps trying to find where we are?

We ought to trap the call back.

Yeah, what is it, John?

Yeah, hang on.

Buzzes on the intercom.

That�s to rebuke me for speaking harshly before.

Yeah, thanks.

Sector car found the cutlass

got stolen outside the apartment.

Any sign of the guy got grabbed up?

No mention of the guy.

Believe me, you get intimidated

working security for an Eve-arden-type,

your thumb is squarely up your butt.

This guy�s pushing it.

Must have monitored the call

off one of his scanners.

Will somebody hurry up and pop this trunk?

Stand 10 feet back or i�ll hurry up,

and i�ll cuff you to that chain-link fence.

Come on.

Danny: Who called it in?

Nobody. I rolled up on it and ran the plates.

No one around when you rolled up?

No, no one was here.

There�s blood down here.

Yeah, the old man, he must have fished

that Jack iron out

while he was lying inside the trunk.

Looks like he tried to pry open the latch

from the inside.

Hey, Douglas, these look like her dad�s glasses?

Yeah.

This guy�s dead.

They robbed and killed him and dumped him somewheres.

What if he�s kidnapped, being held for ransom?

Sure, them owners of 10-year-old cutlasses

are constantly getting abducted,

especially when no one calls to ask for money.

Ma�am, we need you not to approach the vehicle.

What happened to him?

We�re still trying to sort that out.

What do you think happened to him?

As far as that goes,

I agree with them, Ms. Dickerson.

It�s still too early to tell.

Let go of me.

We need things intact for our specialist.

Let go of my arm.

Whose blood is that?

There�s no reason you need to jump

to any conclusions here, Ms. Dickerson.

There could be 50 explanations

for that blood.

You find out what happened

from that little thug, Avery.

It turns out Avery was elsewhere, Ms. Dickerson.

But we�re definitely pursuing our avenues.

Well, what happened to him?

Who hurt him?

Why don�t we just take you home

for the moment, Ms. D.?

I think that�s definitely the proper approach.

I�m going to go be with my mother.

Or that�s a good idea, too.

Very good.

Her husband Mr. Hugh stole those things.

He took them and sold them for his gambling.

Miss Kathleen doesn�t want to know this.

She wants to say I did this.

And then...

Mr. Hugh keeps...

Touching me.

And once when I was trying

to push him off,

she sees it.

Then she says I have to leave for stealing.

"Out!" like you say to a dog.

Rafaella, we appreciate miss Kathleen may have had

reasons for wanting to get you in trouble,

but we still need to talk about Miguel.

Miguel got sick, and he died.

Where was Miguel buried?

I don�t know.

Friends buried him in the country.

My husband Roberto and me were too sad to do it.

Can you tell US how to get in touch with your friends

so we can find out where they buried Miguel?

They left. Back to Mexico.

Do you have a phone number for them there?

No.

When are they coming back?

I don�t know.

Um, rafaella,

is it possible that maybe you gave your baby

to someone who needed him?

Unh-unh.

Even if you sold your baby, we would understand that.

Rafaella...

Are you sure your husband wouldn�t know

where your baby is buried?

No, Roberto wouldn�t know.

And where is your husband now?

Yeah. We�re going to need to talk to him, rafaella.

He washes dishes at priolo�s.

I�m germane to an ongoing investigation.

What do you want, j. B.?

What does anyone want? I want to be like Mike.

Andy: Yeah, good-bye.

I told you not to come here loaded.

I prefer transacting with some detective

who won�t insult me on a personal basis.

17 months you had clean.

I�m an addict with information.

You tell the handicapped, "don�t come here, cripple?"

The handicapped, they don�t got a choice.

Here we are

at the moral majority pep rally.

17 months, and look at you.

I loaned out my mirror.

Yeah? Well, you are a skelly, stinky,

strung-out mess.

Let me go wash, even from laying hands on you.

What the hell you come here for?

God forbid someone ask me a sensible question

instead of reviewing my shortcomings.

It�s asked. So now you tell me what you�re here for.

You get a phone call asking the status

of a home invasion abduction, yes or no?

What if that happened?

The guy that called is a 5�10" African-American

I agitated into reaching out.

Involved in the crime?

Yeah, up to his hips.

Did he say the man they grabbed was alive?

I didn�t get that impression.

Say I get him to drop another dime

so you can trap the call, and i�ll keep him around

until you make the trace

and get there. What�s my end?

If the guy is right, $200.

$200 to the stinky, skelly, strung-out junkie

who just delivered your case on a silver platter.

Don�t get ahead of yourself.

I won�t get ahead of myself, not till I get that $200.

Then I get ahead of myself real good.

Douglas, I am not going to manufacture

some crap about what possible leads we got

so you can postpone getting that lady ready

for what the both of US know is coming,

which is US finding her father�s body.

Well, if you�re checking in,

check in with the weather number, all right?

I got work to do.

I am not going to tell him we might got a lead

on one of the perps.

He�ll have the daughter bouncing off the walls,

this Douglas.

What are you so moped out for

over this j. B. Using dope?

I�m waiting for j.B. To have the perp call.

You deny you�re moped out?

Does moped out mean disappointed?

I�m disappointed he�s using again.

Are you also taken unawares when the sun sets?

15th squad.

J.b., j. B.,

just give me the address.

All right.

J.b. -- Something about the perp

and a fruit delivery.

What the hell does that mean?

I got where they are, okay?

He couldn�t stay on the line.

Look at this. Now I don�t have to visit stonehenge.

Man: What are you doing in the back of my truck?

I was helping you. You know what aikido means?

Break it up. Back off.

Back off for a good look at the crane attack position

of advanced aikido.

Them cranes? Aren�t those birds amputees?

What�s going on?

Me and my friend tried covering this guy�s negligence

reloading fallen-off crates from off the street.

I was delivering them crates.

God forbid he do the right thing

and reward US with a peach crate.

He was stealing them crates.

Where�s your buddy now?

Some door malfunctioned. He�s locked up now.

No weapon. Inside the truck.

What are you doing?

Hey, we better back away.

Andy: Get out of the truck! Get down here.

Get your face down. You, too, on your face.

You believe this, Louis?

I got locked in that truck.

Andy: Yeah, we�ll talk about that shortly.

I can�t get involved in paperwork. This stuff spoils.

No paperwork. This guy�s a collar for smack.

What?

This is smack and you�re a collar.

It�s lucky I got you down so you can�t go

into crane attack mode.

I don�t like it here in america.

I have no luck here. We are having arguments.

You and rafaella.

I go away for a while, back to Mexico.

I come back, she�s pregnant.

She says her boss forced her.

How far along was she?

Only five months,

but she doesn�t want to have the operation.

So now I have to work two jobs

cleaning up after people,

then come home to take care of another man�s baby?

No.

What happened to the baby, Roberto?

I don�t know.

What do you mean you don�t know?

It�s not mine. She left with it.

When she comes back, she�s by herself.

Did she tell you where she�d been?

No.

How long had rafaella been gone?

Two days.

And you never asked

what had happened to Miguel?

It�s not my baby.

Probably you want to take off now, Roberto.

Does Roberto say I took Miguel to the country?

Roberto says you left with the baby

and two days later you came back alone.

He says the baby came from your boss.

Rafaella...

I know that if something happened to Miguel,

it�s hurting you so badly inside

because you�re a good person who loved her baby.

I had nothing to help Miguel.

I had nothing to protect him.

My sister wouldn�t take my baby,

so I had to take him to the country.

Where did you take him, rafaella?

We go together to the country --

this beautiful place I was before --

and I gave him his pacifier,

and I gave him back to god.

How did you give him to god, rafaella?

I couldn�t hurt my baby.

I left him with his pacifier,

and I went and sat

on the hill part of the beautiful place...

And how long did you wait?

Through the night,

when he would be sleeping,

I sat on the hill part.

I sang his songs for him.

He would have liked if he could hear.

In the morning,

he was almost gone,

and I sat on the hill part again,

and in two hours,

when it came warm for him

and a sweet breeze blew,

he was gone.

I pray god, before he sends me to hell,

he lets me see my baby once in heaven.

I wouldn�t worry about that fruit truck, Louis.

It�s my partner recognizing your voice

from that 911 call this morning

that you need to be thinking about.

Look, I called �cause I wanted to help,

but if this happens when you do, screw that.

I�ll just keep my mouth shut next time.

You called wanting to know

where we were with the investigation

without providing no information yourself.

That�s a red flag,

and you being the guy waving it

we call the likely perpetrator.

We got fingerprint lifts from where that lady got robbed.

We also got the lady herself itching to look at a lineup

and identify her attackers.

There�s nothing to think about, Louis,

no angles to work.

Then it just blew up.

You and your boys, taking his keys and wallet

from that old man.

Trev did.

One of your boys.

Yeah, he just wanted the car,

but then Tyrone sees the apartment key,

and he made the old man give up his address.

That�s how that part went down.

Where�s the man while you�re robbing his apartment?

In his trunk with a big cut in his forehead.

Trev clocked him, and we put him in there.

Look, I didn�t want none of this,

but I got to back up my boys.

After the apartment, we were going to take the car

under the bridge and strip it,

but we drove to long island city to let the man out.

We was going to tell him he better not say a word,

but when we popped that trunk...

He must have had a heart attack or something.

Where is he?

In the weeds.

I can show you where.

Look, I-I ain�t ever done nothing like this before.

That�s going to be a positive for you, Louis.

I asked j. B. For some advice �cause he�d been around.

Yeah, that was your final wrong decision.

One of my detectives took her to bellevue

for a psych workup,

to see if she should be on suicide watch.

The baby�s buried in a park up in rye.

She told US where to look.

So there�s nowhere to go on this Hugh Gallagher,

you don�t feel?

Well, we�re going to get the baby�s DNA anyway.

I heard you. I got it.

No grounds to get a DNA sample

from this rich woman�s husband.

The d. A. Says there�s no way to substantiate rape.

Yeah, he�d just say the sex was consensual.

You don�t think he forced himself on her?

It�s her admitting to the homicide.

Those rich people did their part.

Anyways...

You know, I don�t care how hopeless you feel.

I don�t care what�s in your culture about adoption.

You don�t do that to your child.

Could you hold off the autopsy?

We�ll be bringing someone over for the I. D.

Yeah, thanks very much.

She�s meeting me here.

How do you not

go to this woman�s place to pick her up?

If I went to pick her up,

she would know what happened from my face.

You�d rather she saw that here?

I�m wondering if you could break the news.

She can carry a grievance -- Ms. Dickerson.

Every time she sees me, it�ll remind her he�s gone.

I�m liable to lose my job.

You were a cop.

How many times you notify next of kin?

This is my boss.

And her father died.

This woman intimidates the hell out of me.

I feel like i�m faking my way --

i�m frightened from the minute I get up

until i�m back in my place.

People with money,

they want the same as everyone else.

You reach out and let them know you�re sorry.

I am sorry. He was a nice old guy,

and taking care of him and the mother

is the best thing she had.

Where the rest of the time, she�s driving hard,

intimidating the hell out of everyone.

She�s on the board of her co-op.

You�re telling her.

I would really appreciate it if you could do it.

You are,

and you tell her

the m. E.�s waived the next of kin requirement

and it�s you authorized to make the I. D.

I can make that work.

Brother.

Could I talk to you out here for a second, Ms. D.?

Let me go down to holding.

Skel junkie or not,

that kid did what he said he would -- j. B.

No one was looking to put him in the system.

I wanted to keep him where I knew he couldn�t use.

Going to get him to use that $200 to buy stock?

Hey, this kid has 17 months.

You going to be okay?

Yes.

Psst.

Am I through?

Would you tell the medical examiner

i�ll be handling the I. D.?

I�ll let him know.

You want someone to drive you anywheres?

I drove my own car. I�m going to tell my mother.

We can get a policewoman to ride with you,

and then a sector car can pick her up.

Well, if that wouldn�t be too much trouble.

I�ll see to it downstairs.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I got to keep the keys.

I�m expecting a doctor for that other asshole.

You�re a son of a bitch, Danny.

You�re not going in the system.

You�re a son of a bitch anyhow.

Okay, j. B.

Who told the lie? Not the junkie, Danny.

And now i�m unlocking you.

Then what now? You�re not going to give me the money?

Let me live my life like a free-choosing adult.

Translated, go out and let you score.

That�s my choice. What the hell is it to you?

I�m taking you home with me.

No, you�re not!

Calm down.

I want to be arraigned!

So you can get back to the street

and start pumping yourself with poison?

Just leave me to my own choice on how to live!

J.b., you�re dying!

Since when did you get your medical license?

What does it feel like inside, j. B.?

Like I need white.

Don�t you know you�re dying?

Then let me die, all right, Danny?

No!

My own choice, all right?

People run until they stop. You can�t get in the way.

I�m getting in the way. You�re coming home with me.

On the gate!

God, my god, i�m going to get so sick!

How�s it going? This is j. B.

Hi.

Want me here?

Put a leash around my neck.

Come on. Wait here.

Danny: Hey, don�t touch that.

Who threw up?

Hey, come on. Sit down.

It�s lasagna, unless you puked on yourself.

My mistake.

You just made yourself a new friend, j. B.

Can I talk to you a second, Danny?

Yeah, sure.

Give him a clear run to the door,

he�s going to wind up in the wind.

What is he doing here?

I told you I was bringing someone.

Yeah, who I thought was a normal human.

He won�t be eating.

No, but he�s going to be stinking.

I hope you�re not bickering over me.

Take those clothes off.

Why don�t you leave me alone?

Get up, get them off, get in the shower, j. B.

I left my jammies at home.

Let me worry about your jammies.

Sorry for the unintentional insult.

Hey, don�t close the bathroom door.

You couldn�t swing him a detox bed at bellevue?

He�s not a collar, all right?

He�d be out before I got back on the subway.

Look, if you want to go, I absolutely understand.

I thought we were having dinner.

You want to make me a plate?

So you can make sure your skel don�t go out the window?

Yeah.

Hey, that�s a rinse. That�s not a shower.

Turn that water back on.

It hurts.

Look, he�s done me enough solids, Mary.

I�d like to avoid finding him dead.

It�s your place. You do what you want.

Do you want me to leave?

No.

Hell, no.

Unless you want to.

Oops!

Hey.

Give me a good leg up.

Not the alleys and shooting galleries.

Trudging from my bathroom with spring coming on.

You could have got Hendrix clean, Danny.

I�m self-defense trying to get you to shut up.

Do I got to sleep leaned up against my door tonight?

If I want to leave, are you going to let me?

I got work in the morning. What�s going to keep you?

You got ways of keeping me here.

Look, I won�t make the obvious answer.

Are you going to let me go, Danny? Yes or no?

Tomorrow�s another day.

Are you going to sleep leaned up against that door?

Look, tomorrow,

you want to go out and ruin your life,

no one�s going to stop you.

Go sleep in your bed.

All right.

Tell her there�s a real man down the hall,

sweating and stinking and aching in every bone

till he wants to pop his eyes out like grapes.

That ain�t on you yet, j. B.

Come see me around 3:00.

All clean now and powdered up like a baby -- j. B.

He wouldn�t steal from you?

No. Not tonight.

He sings doo-wop, you know -- j. B.

So the feds had a studio up.

I was going to try to get him some recording time,

but I never did do it, you know?

I never followed through.

Do you think that�s why he�s on this drug,

because you couldn�t get him studio time?

No, of course not.

I love you.

Thanks.

Let me go throw out

a couple of wet washcloths to him,

for when he starts to get his sweats.

Good.

This is going to be a debacle.

It�s not going to be a debacle.

It�s going to be humiliating, and whatever you believe,

my reluctance is not with beginning to exercise.

It�s being an albatross.

You won�t be an albatross.

Greg, you�re not backing out of this.

I expressed reluctance.

I did not express backing out.

Do you think I owe Jill an apology?

Nah.

�cause I wasn�t defending what that rafaella did.

I�m sure she understands.

It�s these rich people.

They come in,

do whatever they need to to keep living their lives.

Yeah.

They come in with their phony high-minded motives,

certain rich people,

like this Mrs. Gallagher.

Anyways...

Can�t change the world, d.

Sometimes you�d like to be able

to hail it going by.

Yeah.

Occasionally you�d like to get a nod

from the conductor,

a little toot of his train whistle.

Are you over your shift?

What�s up, Mrs. Gallagher?

What would you like to know?

How can detective medavoy and I help you?

I must admit i�m a little surprised

no one in authority has contacted me.

Your former maid has been arrested.

She has? On what charges?

The d. A. Will have to decide,

but she appears to have been instrumental in her baby dying.

So the baby is, in fact, dead.

If I were you,

that�s as much information as i�d want to pursue.

Really, detective?

And what, in your own experience,

makes you feel remotely competent

to put yourself in my place?

Being a detective,

when I hear the comfort and relief in your voice

when you say, "the baby is, in fact, dead."

How dare you?

I come to conclusions about other aspects

I can�t imagine you�d want to pursue.

You arrogant, insulting --

you sure you want to pursue this?

Why would I take comfort in the death?

Your maid told US

your husband had forced himself on her.

That little slattern and thief

would tell any lie.

If the baby was being raised with your husband�s support,

that would confirm rafaella�s allegation.

Which is now utterly refuted.

No, Ms. Gallagher.

Actually, it just hasn�t been confirmed,

and why I can�t imagine you would want to keep on

is that, after autopsy,

we�re going to have that baby�s DNA,

and if you want to keep calling rafaella

a lying, thieving slut, ask your husband

to make his DNA available for a comparison,

and that would provide what, in my detective�s experience,

which isn�t even remotely similar to yours,

what we call real dispositive proof.

Are you going to do that, Mrs. Gallagher?

And if not, now that you�ve had US run

your dirty little fact-finding mission

for you about whether that poor child was alive,

why are you standing here being a hypocrite?

You just assaulted a police officer,

Mrs. Gallagher,

but if you turn and go before I count to three,

i�m not going to charge you

because I don�t want to miss my evening run.

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Hey, d.,

whoo-whoo.