Oh
A simple way to come
Not really my thing keep you coming for everybody else, you know, if you ever get tired of these downtown party hoes, I'm around
Oh, I didn't think the Marines made that much
Yeah, from here. Oh, yeah, Seattle. How'd you know?
L.A. Girls never asked where the money comes from
Gonna take a lap
Oh
Yo, baby, what's up, Alex?
Top of the world
Oh
We're in Val devia. No way. It's not true
Is this an argument no difference of opinion I happen to be right you happen to be wrong
And for the record I'm right. You're wrong operators are made they're not born G skills can be taught
What was that guy's name swishman?
Fishman Swisher swish shock swisher Chuck Swisher used to sit and study the ops manual in the UC van
You the regulation book backwards and forwards terrible operator
Yeah, who use the overcompensate force lack of undercover skill by knowing everything about surveillance, but that doesn't make him a bad agent
Teachers learn to be teachers. Cops learn to be cops.
And somebody taught LeBron how to dunk from the free-throw line.
Seals learn to be seals, gee.
Oh, that's right. You couldn't swim when you enlisted, could you?
Now, how long did they let you wear the floaties?
Look, I will take a lazy, natural operator
over an all-night studier any day of the week.
It's too late. I already did it.
Nature versus nurture. Quite the conundrum.
Oh, you cannot use the word conundrum before 9.30, Hetty.
9.31, which means, Mr. Cannon, you're late.
So are you, Mr. Hannah.
Late for what?
Corporal Brandon Valdivia, 25, single,
went off the roof of the downtown apex last night.
Valdivia was stationed at a supply unit at Camp Pendleton.
He just returned from a deployment in Iraq three months ago.
Diagnosed PTSD, possible suicidal ideation, anxiety disorder.
And because of his mental health history,
LAPD has already ruled it a suicide.
And we're investigating because...
Valdivia's family is tight with their congressman.
The congressman calls Seknav.
Seknav calls the commandant of the Marine Corps
who calls Director Vance.
It's the proverbial Pentagon shuffle.
Downtown Apex is a high-end party spot.
It makes a meaningful mojito.
They have the most marvelous pool on the roof.
It stays open all night and it's kept at a balmy 92 degrees.
Have you people never heard of a staycation?
Did Valdivia have any kind of record in the service or out?
No, not even a parking ticket.
Do you have a room at the apex?
No, but I got a hit on some turn-on service notices
for gas and electric.
The Social Security number matches Valdivia's.
Looks like he had an off-base apartment called Verciti.
What's he doing with that apartment 90 miles from Pendleton?
Certainly not taking a staycation.
So you think Eddie was born or made?
Patched.
How long have we been working together, G?
Two years.
Three next month.
And the longest you ever had the same partner was.
Your point?
The point is we compliment each other because I'm a natural...
I'm natural and you're made. I get it.
No, no, I'm the natural operator.
Well, if you're natural...
I'm supernatural.
That doesn't even make sense.
Let's see if Valdivia left anything for us.
Clear?
Clear.
ESPN.
Military channel.
All right.
I win.
Beer and mustard.
You sure you don't live here?
I'm on the stream of beautiful women.
How empty.
This guy looked depressed to you?
No suicide note.
He's got a post office in here.
What do you think this guy was sending?
Guitar hero.
What?
Receipts for the last two weeks for 20, 40, 60, 80...
160 copies of guitar hero.
All paid for in cash.
Not your mom and pop shops.
Two and three at a time.
Why buy multiple copies of a video game?
Because it kicks major ass.
I tell you one thing, this guy Valdivia was overpaying big time.
So basically we've got a dead marine with no skill at volume buying.
Oh, you have little faith.
We've got receipts.
You ever play guitar hero?
I prefer the real thing.
Jengu Reinhardt.
Little Hendrick Stoner for good measure.
Cometic veil, I am liking you more and more every day.
Speaking of video games, Brandon Valdivia went off the roof here
and landed here 227 feet down.
Normally determining cause of death in a high fall is all about launch speed.
This one is more about angle and placement.
Valdivia landed on his back relatively close to the building,
arm spread in what's known as the upturned crucifix position.
That's a long way down.
His body could have flipped over during the fall.
Unlikely.
But not impossible.
Also, he had a broken jaw.
From the fall?
Not if he landed on his back.
And there was no bruising on the face which indicates that the break was fresh.
He was punched.
Brandon Valdivia was unconscious before he even went over the rail.
Alright, so someone knocked him out with a shot to the jaw
and they threw him backwards off the roof.
Our suicide just became a murder.
The End
It takes someone pretty strong to throw a 200 pound marine off the side.
The End
Eric, I got one camera up on the roof.
I'm on it.
It's even better at night.
Most things are.
I'm the events coordinator for the hotel.
Callan.
Special agent Ken Zublai.
Did you know Brandon Valdivia?
Everybody knew Brandon.
He's so sad.
Was he a guest at a lot of these parties?
Guest. He was the host.
For the last three Saturday nights, Brandon paid for everything.
How much are we talking?
Open bar, hors d'oeuvres, trade pass shots.
This week, 27,000 in cash.
That didn't surprise you.
Who questions cash?
Don't ask, don't tell.
Amy was his waitress.
I'll be right back.
You waited on Brandon Valdivia last night?
He wasn't drinking.
Did you see him with anyone in particular?
Just this guy he always hung with, Alex.
I think I don't know his last name.
Did you see Brandon and Alex ever get into it or anything?
Fight? No. They loved it here, especially Alex.
You know, all you need in this job is your trash and want to be actors.
Brandon was different.
He actually cared about who I was, where I was from.
He had a lot of money, but mostly he seemed like a nice, smart guy.
You know, he's gone and that sucks.
I got customers.
Your Alex is most likely Alex Walder.
He's Valdivia's rackmate.
They were deployed together in a rack and now they're assigned to the supply unit.
The staff NCO in charge is gunnery sergeant Gerald Mulhern.
Yeah, but he ships so much gear at a Pendleton.
They call him Gunny Pallet.
Like a pallet.
Okay.
Great.
Sam and Callan are headed to the base and Kenzie's coming back here.
The quality's lousy.
Yeah, not good enough to run facial recognition.
What about the elevators?
Accessing last night's footage now.
Anyone pushing the top button went to the roof.
Whoa!
Hello!
If only your vocabularies could be augmented as much.
Busted.
We move more gear out of here than any of the dock in the Marine Corps.
100,000 tons a year.
Everything from tow missiles to toilet paper.
It's impressive.
Any idea who would want to see Corporate Valdivia take a swan dive off a roof?
Not a lick.
Kid was too stupid to have enemies.
I mean, no offense to the dead,
but that rock couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the hill.
What about his hooch, mate?
Lance Corporal Walder?
Yeah.
Dumber in a box of air.
Went to Sick Bay this morning.
Probably swallowed his toothbrush.
Those two get along?
Yeah, like Dumb and Dumber.
Walder followed Valdivia around like a little lost puppy.
Till last week, they got up at each other's grill,
ended up rolling around on the deck.
Figured either to pull him apart or turn a hose on him.
You know what that was about?
I don't know. I just wanted it to stop.
All right, Gunny.
Look like you still handle yourself.
Your marine?
Navy.
Been out a while, though.
Well, I'm just an old box-kicker,
so you can take this with a grain of salt.
But it was a time when you could make most of these kids into regular marines.
Now, if they aren't gangbangers or convicts,
they're just some other kind of major knucklehead.
It's almost getting too hard to be worth it.
I... I said almost.
Yeah, right.
Gunny Pallett said Walder wanted to sit.
No, I checked. He's not there, and he's not his rack.
Eric, yeah, give me an idea on Alex Walder's vehicle.
Tell me if it's left the base.
Checking that for you right now.
Well, I buy multiple copies of the same video game.
When I see multiple purchases, I think one thing.
Resale.
People buy stuff and sell it online all the time.
All right, so first, we search for the item,
and then we see who has the most active listings.
Biggest local seller is B-dog V in Culver City,
Brandon Valdivia.
He was buying the games for an average of $129,
but selling them for half that at auction.
Buy high, sell low, that doesn't make sense.
Maybe they were fakes.
No, his feedback is perfect, 100%.
Maybe we're looking at the wrong side of the equation.
Eric, can you compare the retailers where Valdivia
bought the games to each other?
Well, we already know they were small operations.
I mean, they aren't owned by the same family,
if that's what you mean.
They're spread out all over LA County,
no discernible geographic pattern.
What about where the stores got the games,
distributors, wholesalers?
Yeah.
All right, different wholesalers,
a few of the same distributor.
We all use different banks,
but each bank is
wait for it
on the Secret Service counterfeit currency alert.
Different banks, different reporting.
That's why Valdivia went to so many different stores.
And that's why it took Treasury two weeks to issue an alert.
Valdivia bought all those video games
with what the Treasury is calling
top quality counterfeit bills.
I got to call you back.
Thanks, Eric.
He bought them with the fakes,
sold them online, got real money in return.
I had a bad little plan.
Oh, but where's a 25-year-old corporal
getting high-quality counterfeit vengeance?
Quality's too good for him to be homemade.
He's probably bought it.
Yeah.
All right, take a look at your laptop.
I'm streaming you something now.
I've got a search going through Kaleidoscope,
and I've got a hit on Alex Walters' car.
Where?
It just went off Pier 60 in San Pedro.
The accident was caught on a dockside security camera.
Stung on livers, watched in horror
as the car went off a pier in the Los Angeles Harbor.
All right.
Thanks, sir.
Okay, so Valdivia gets tossed off a building,
and Walder takes a long drive off a short pier.
Somehow they're all connected over counterfeit hundreds.
You're going in, right?
Police divers can handle it, I'm sure.
Yeah, but you're a seal.
You've been looking a little pale lately.
Maybe you should go.
Uh-uh. How many bullet holes in me, Sam?
I'd sink.
Well, the tide's going out.
The body could have floated out after impact.
Current would have pulled them away pretty quick.
Eric, you got any more security camera angles
here at Pier 60?
Already checking.
I talked to you about counterfeit bills.
Stall them.
Too late.
Natalie Jordana, secret service.
I like your clubhouse.
You guys got a secret handshake and a stash of girly max?
Same, Hannah.
Callan.
Just Callan.
Nice to meet you, Callan. Just Callan.
Ah.
These are the bills that, uh, Valdivia passed.
1995 series, rotating serial numbers.
Beautiful craftsmanship.
Portrait, vignette, ornaments, lettering, script, scroll work.
Not some photoshop job either.
These were printed in a press with real plates.
These are seriously tight.
We need to, uh, get into the distribution network
and find out who sold these bills to Valdivia.
We're tracking a murder.
Generally, hundreds show up in Las Vegas,
near the casinos where no one bets an eye of big bills.
That's where I'm stationed.
You ever get up to Vegas?
No, and then?
Hundreds are double hard to counterfeit
because they have to beat the pen.
On counterfeit notes, the detection pen reacts to the starch
and the paper turns brown.
So printing quality is amazing.
Papers, not so much.
That's why Valdivia passed it at the mom and pop stores.
Less likely to use the pen.
So I say it's an open book on everything we find.
I catch my counterfeiter. You catch murder.
Who knows? Maybe it's one in the same.
Isn't it great to share?
Well, regardless, I won't be staying here
until we get a caller on whoever printed these.
Can you recommend any good restaurants nearby?
If I know salads?
I think room service is probably your best bet.
Room service, really?
She did leave that door pretty wide open with the restaurant thing.
Could've drove a truck through a G.
I don't date law enforcement.
I think you might want to make an exception this time.
Sam, you know the rule.
They got their own handcuffs, I'm out.
Look, I think you're making a big mistake.
The room service she wants to order isn't on the menu.
Eric, tell me something good.
I got into the traffic cams on the pier.
I pulled this.
It's not the best image, but it's good enough to see.
Nobody in the driver's seat.
A few people on the pier, they see the car go over.
They run toward the crash.
Except that guy.
He's walking away.
Zoom, zoom, zoom.
I ran him through facial recognition.
Hello, Alex.
Guys, we've got a broadcast.
Beacon from Walder's phone begins at the pier.
He checks his voicemails, then switches off his phone.
He's only done this four times, but it's enough to track a pattern.
It runs north up the 4-5 to the 10 east.
He could've hitched a ride or jumped in the back of a truck.
Hey, nine minutes ago,
someone checked Walder's cell phone voicemail
from a pay phone on Wilshire and Western.
Yeah, he's using pay phones now.
I think it's harder to trace.
He's moving east and fast.
What is Walder doing?
What a good Marine is supposed to improvise.
Bring up the LA Metro map.
I want to see the purple line.
He's on the subway.
Next stop's the last one.
Seventh and fig.
A block away from the Apex Hotel.
Why is he going back there?
Maybe he left something behind.
Walder?
Don't do it.
Your head's behind your back.
What's the matter with you?
Trying to jump off the roof?
What do you have here?
What do you have here? What is this?
Are you crazy?
No.
Then you must have been real scared then.
So scared you thought jumping off a roof
was better than getting caught by us?
Who do you think we were, Alex?
Why'd you go back to the roof?
I wanted to honor my friend
to be close to him one more time.
Maybe you shouldn't have thrown him off the roof.
I didn't kill Brandon.
He was my best friend.
Every day in Iraq I was sure we weren't coming back,
but Brandon was like,
dog, keep your head down and follow me.
And I did him.
I did and I came back home.
Your gunning said he had to pull you two apart.
I was just trying to get him to stop having the parties.
Stop spending the money.
I told him.
He was going to get killed for it.
Kill Bible.
It was his kid.
Jason.
He was a couple years older than me.
I lived with him in a foster home.
He looked out for me.
And for any other reason, it was just the right thing to do.
He used to have to make up these G names for me.
G money, G ride, G force.
One night our foster dad got drunk
and he beat him to death.
I felt bad
because I didn't do anything to help him.
I still do.
Who killed Brandon, Alex?
Rick.
Rick Pargo.
Wow.
That was pretty damn cool, Callan.
Any of it true?
Rick Pargo? You know him?
Last from the past.
He's pretty well known by our guys at Treasury.
Commercial printer charged with forgery and counterfeiting.
Seven times and no convictions.
I mean, we've been after this guy for years.
Eric, see if you can place Rick Pargo on the hotel rooftop.
The night Brandon Valdivia was killed.
Checking that for you right now?
Nate?
He is terrified.
You're kidding.
So why go back to the place your friend was murdered?
What, you said he wanted to honor his friend?
Fear is a primal instinct.
It overrules everything,
including cerebral concepts like, like honor.
Whatever took him back there was so important
that he had to suppress his fear
until he ran into you guys
and then the fear kicked back in.
And I don't blame him
because I'd probably want to throw myself off a roof
if I saw you guys coming at me, too.
You left a few things out, Alex.
What?
No.
You heard a good cop, bad cop?
This is called bad cop, bad cop.
He can do things to you to make waterboarding
feel like a sponge bath.
You said you went back to honor him.
What do you know about honor?
We were on patrol in Baghdad, clearing buildings.
We were in this huge old print shop.
Had presses and plates and everything.
Took a look at the plates.
They're for making American money.
$100 bills.
We took a set of plates, hit them with our gear,
smuggled them when we came back.
Where'd you find Rick Pargo?
He found us.
Someone must have told him.
We gave Pargo the plates.
He made some test batches, but...
The paper wasn't good enough.
Let me guess.
Brandon was supposed to destroy the bills,
but instead he logged in them online.
One more question.
What's this?
Brandon gave it to me the night he was killed.
It's a serial number generator.
Agent, you're down.
We're in the middle of something here.
I thought we were gonna share.
It generates a new serial number on counterfeit bills.
This is a good one, too.
Saddam had Master Forger's working all over Iraq.
That's why they're printing 1995 series bills.
They're using old plates.
How have a case you guys stumbled into?
You're a bartender.
You work at a little place in the valley.
Yeah, I'm also Alex Walder's girlfriend.
Old things we do for our country.
I once had to hide in a cake.
Never mind.
That brute, Pargo, will undoubtedly frisk you.
So a wire is out of the question.
Ah, watch.
Uh-huh.
Tank-style leather band, microphone and transmitter,
smartly concealed within.
I like.
Rick Pargo's in many respects a classic narcissist.
He's beaten seven cases against him in the past.
I consulted on one of them and I saw him in the courtroom.
He literally acts like he's above the law,
and that makes him very dangerous.
Okay, I'll tread lightly.
Pargo will construe any conciliatory gestures weakness.
It's best if you consider at least one well-timed, bold gesture.
Like kicking his ass?
One more thing.
Courtesy of our colleague from the Secret Service.
Have you met her yet?
I have not yet met agents here, Dono,
but I'm under the impression from multiple sources
that you could take her.
I'm looking for Rick Pargo.
Who's asking?
Alex Walder's girlfriend.
Never heard of her.
Let's go.
This way.
You a cop?
I can't hear her.
This guy's not taking any chances.
A minute. Then we go in.
Enjoying yourself?
Are you?
You got my number, generator?
It's safe, like Alex.
Alex is dead.
So you think?
I believe you might be interested in seeing this.
Born operator.
Yeah.
Well then, maybe we'll call Alex
and tell him to bring the number generator over here
if he wants to see you alive again.
Hold it.
Move away.
My boyfriend's an idiot.
I'm not going to let him get away with it.
My boyfriend's an idiot.
I'm just here to make a deal.
That was really impressive.
I think I like you.
All right, darling.
With the number generator in place,
I can print 20 million in under two hours.
What stopped you before?
Paper.
Yours can't beat the pen, can it?
That's why I'm here.
I have access to a primal paper source.
Let's say I'm interested.
I introduce you.
How do I know I won't end up like Brandon?
You think I killed Valdivia?
I'm just a businessman.
And I'm just a debutante.
I got a partner who was supposed to come through with the paper
so far he hasn't.
That's what got Valdivia so impatient.
Now, Valdivia is not with us anymore.
4.30.
Oh, uh, just so you know,
if this goes south,
I will not hesitate to kill you.
What? You want to frisk me again before I leave, Rick?
We're in.
4.30.
Gordon Tamas, the youngest son of a prominent Canadian
paper-making family.
You think I ought to wear a tie?
Hmm. You're disillusioned.
Your father wears a tie.
I thought Canadians were all supposed to be happy.
Never mistake politeness for contentment.
What are the three P's?
Let's see, we've got printing press,
patent green ink,
and paper, of course.
What's the power requirement
for a 10-tonne intaglio press?
That's a trick question, Hetty.
It takes at least a 20-tonne press
to get the proper raised finish on authentic paper.
You're ready, Mr. Callan.
Thank you.
Take her out to dinner after the case is over.
Agent Giordano.
Then take Sam the next night.
You'll know how he gets.
Rick, Gordon.
How you doing?
I hear you're in the paper industry.
Family business.
Third generation.
My old man was a printer.
Ink in the veins.
I'm sorry.
This just doesn't feel right.
It's okay. It's okay. Relax.
I'm just used to meeting in boardrooms, not in bars.
Sit down. Sit down. Finish your drink.
I've seen your work.
It's extraordinary.
20-tonne intaglio press?
Mm-hmm.
And I mixed my own ink.
1995 series, though. That's old paper.
Single security strip.
Still in circulation.
That's your problem.
You need the right paper to match.
In my family company,
we have the contract with the U.S. Bureau
of Printing and Engraving.
We supply all the cotton and linen
rag.
Yeah, but every single sheet has to be accounted for.
It does.
I'm the compliance officer.
Really?
Hmm.
So what, the family business doesn't pay?
My current level of compensation is, um, inadequate.
You see, Gordon has a family and a wife.
In Vancouver.
And a very good friend in L.A.
How much paper do you need?
Three-foot stack should do it.
It's 2,000 sheets.
That's $20 million.
Can't handle it.
How are you gonna move $20 million?
I don't know.
How are you gonna move $20 million?
Oh, I got a window once every 90 days
where we can unload all we print.
At par, guarantee.
Par.
$100 in the dollar.
My cut's 40%.
You get 20.
And you take care of her out of your end.
And I'll need a sample.
The sample's right in front of you.
Son.
Pargo said we, he's got a partner.
Eric couldn't place Pargo or Eddie on the roof.
Neither of them killed Valdivia.
But if we can deliver the paper, maybe we can meet the partner.
Nobody gets $100 in the dollar for counterfeit money.
And what is this 90-day window all about?
Bigger question is, how do we get 2,000 sheets of paper by tomorrow?
Hey, Callan.
Somebody's clicking through your backstop website.
Huh. Supplying high-end cotton and linen products
to only the most discerning customers worldwide.
Nice turn of phrase, Eric.
I might earn lit.
Okay, so I traced the IP address back to Rick Pargo.
Oh, he's going deeper now.
I hit a hard-to-read shipping manifest for the U.S. Bureau
of printing and engraving in the background of one of the shots.
So if he clicks on it, he's hooked.
He's downloading the JPEG now.
Yeah?
Hey, Gordy. How you doing?
Hi, Rick.
Looks like you and me are going into business.
I need paper.
Look at you. You got him with Pargo.
Is that a double-double?
I miss lunch.
We're sharing, right?
Let's tell them how much paper you need.
2,000 sheets.
Bye, tomorrow.
That's good.
Testing my wire, Sam?
I got you on my APC.
We're going in.
I got you on my APC.
Search him.
You're my newfound friend, Gordy. You know that?
Got the number generator.
Where's my money?
Your money will be here in a bit.
In the meantime, we got work to do.
You are a printer, right?
Thanks for my veins.
We'll see. Let's go.
Unload it!
All right. I'll link it.
You wipe it. That work?
Let's do it.
All right.
Just enough to fill the grooves.
Pressure does the rest.
It's a born-operated knob.
Oh, yes!
Three seconds.
$3,000.
I didn't like it!
All right. They're printing. We got all we need.
Well, you've got all you need.
I'm waiting on one more player.
Yeah, if he ever shows up, I'm here to catch counterfeiters.
I'm trying to catch a murderer, and it's not Pargo
because he wasn't on the roof.
Already dry.
They're flawless.
Company.
Eyes open, cheese, gunny palate.
He's Pargo's partner.
Unbelievable. All right, I'm going in.
Damn if the truck leaves, follow him.
It's all there. $20 million.
Just like the real thing.
Yeah. It's all in the paper.
I'm sorry. You want your money. Here you go.
Guys, we had a deal.
Where are you going to get your paper next time?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! I mean...
Wait a minute.
All right, we can renegotiate. I mean, no...
How does 10% sound?
Sounds expensive.
Wait until we leave, then take care of him.
Frank!
Get in there! Get in there! Now! Now! Get in!
Go!
I told you I'd kill you!
Pargo!
It's over.
Eddie!
Eddie's taking a nap.
Kenzie?
Turn over.
Don?
Follow in the money.
Colin, Pallet's back at Camp Pendleton.
And the counterfeit money's still on board.
We're on our way.
You've got $20 million in counterfeit hundreds.
Why would you go back to the loading dock?
Because you're going to ship something.
Eric, give me a list of all the flights leaving Pendleton
in the next four hours, and what's on them?
Sending the manifest to you now, Sam.
We got payrolls in Afghanistan, embassy ATMs
all over the Middle East and Asia.
$20 million in cash flying out tonight.
Pallet just printed $20 million, and he's swapping it
for the real thing.
We should be in on that swapping.
Tell Eddie we need to intercept the real money.
Plane leaves in two hours, gee.
Stand by, everyone. The game is in play.
Armory truck on its way in.
Get that talent on loading!
We need a sign for this money, Sergeant.
Sergeant Silver, Corporal, on your way.
Aye, gunny.
Hello! The panel of the light goes on the aircraft!
You're right, not my right, braided!
Yes, sir!
Let's move in!
Let's go, lot of gags!
We've got aircraft going on corners at 1800.
Now move!
That aircraft ain't going to wait for us!
That's going 8,000 miles!
Get it secure!
Move!
What the hell?
Sorry to disappoint you, gunny.
The C-130 with your fake 20 million's been turned around.
What happened to almost, gunny?
The Federal Bureau of Defense
has called for you.
I'm sorry, sir.
I'm sorry.
The federal government prints 20 million every hour.
And for what?
Two more wars? The civilians won't let us win?
That's how you justify it.
I wouldn't do that if I was you, gunny.
You tell me that it's the same navy now
that you enlisted in, Chief.
I can't say it is.
But they still ask the same of us.
And that was always good enough for me.
Not for me.
Not anymore.
Don't do it, gunny.
Don't move!
Part of Pallet's job was shipping
20 million dollars overseas every three months.
So he decided to make a switch.
If our Divya's mistake was spending it too soon,
we messed up Pallet's plan so we threw him off the roof.
Yeah, just leave him on my way.
Huh. Born operator.
He's growing on me.
Mr. Callan.
Petty.
While congratulations are in order,
there is one small loose end.
The money.
Today, Mr. Callan.
Strangely, the Treasury wants his money back.
Done.
You don't want to count it?
So do you want to go get a hamburger
or a wicked order of room service?
I've got this rule
about dating cops.
So you mean I have to wait till I retire?
I guess.
Well, I'll put it in my calendar.
Maybe you could take her early retirement.
Maybe I will.
She must have been some cop.
She was.
Hoo-wee!