Cop and a Half: New Recruit Page #5

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Uhhuh.

Well, I guess the kid

has gotten to you, huh?

Give the kid to McPhail!

He likes corn flakes in the morning.

[Sighs]

38 in a 35 zone. What do you

think, Devon? Do we let him slide?

- I don't care.

- You gotta help me out here, Devon.

I was gonna let the guy slide,

only you gotta be with me on this.

We're partners here.

And don't tell Rubio.

- Okay, let him slide.

- Hey. Good decision.

- You'll make a good cop.

- Nick doesn't think so.

Hey, let me tell you

something about Nick.

Eight years ago, there was a drug bust

and his partner was killed.

Nobody's fault,

but Nick blamed himself.

You understand what

I'm trying to tell you?

After that, he wouldn't

let anyone close.

He wouldn't be friends

with anything that breathed.

But it wasn't his fault.

I know that.

Try convincing Nick.

If he'd listen, I'd try.

I know, I know.

Come on, you're on duty.

There's one we gotta nab.

38 in a 35 zone.

Could let him slide.

Please, we gotta nab this one.

Please!

- Book 'em, Dan-o.

- Yes!

Hey, hey, hey, you'll need this.

- Thanks.

- Wait a minute.

You, pull over.

Yes, officer?

License and registration,

please, Mr. Flemming.

What's goin' on here?

What are you...

I'm your worst nightmare.

An eight-year-old with a badge.

I'm in a hurry, Butler...

and I got a nightmare for you in

my office. You know where that is.

Don't sass me,

Mr. Flemming.

[Speaker] Officer Butler has

full jurisdiction here.

Step out of your car, please, sir.

- [Flemming] Is this for real?

- Out.

Hands on the hood and spread 'em.

- Any concealed weapons?

- No.

- I can explain. L...

- Herman,

if I don't do this,

you will never learn...

and I would be doing you

a great injustice.

- Flemming, right?

- Yes.

- Yes, what?

- Yes, sir.

Thanks.

Due by Tuesday.

[Tires Screeching]

- You see him?

- Yeah.

Our little problem

is about to go away.

Devon!

Yaah!

- Uhhh!

- Oww!

Hold it!

- You okay?

- Yeah.

- That was just like Miami Vice.

- Ohh.

L... l... l...

I, I, I!

Go after that Lincoln!

Let's go.

I'm too old... for this.

[Siren Wailing]

Aah!

You sure you're all right?

Yeah, except I couldn't see nothin'.

Your arm was in the way.

Sorry.

I found another Bobo.

Could I have my badge back?

Oh. Yeah.

Thank you.

Let's go kick some ass.

[Devon] Do you need a tattoo

to get in this place?

All right.

Take off that

dad-gum T-shirt.

I don't want you comin' inside.

You go in there, you hang around

in that bar, you get hurt.

- I can handle it.

- Yeah.

I thought this was a leather bar!

Leave me alone!

Hey, don't!

Put that back down!

- [Indistinct Shouting]

- Come on.

Hang around in the parking lot

and you'll get hurt.

Ooh, Francine gonna let it unwind

You can look that way in a few years.

If that's not a 48-year-old

midget, both of you are...

Here's his I.D. Card.

- You're a cop.

- I'm a cop?

- You're a cop.

- I'm a cop?

[Laughing]

And he's my assistant!

[Laughing]

- Lookin' for a guy named Bobo.

- You lookin' for Bobo?

That's him at the end of the bar.

- The guy with his shirt off.

- Yeah.

Dear God.

Francine Francine

- You Mr. Bobo?

- Ask your mother.

[Devon] Hey, pal!

- You talkin' to me?

- I didn't catch your name.

I didn't throw it.

Steve. Good name.

Gimme a milk, Steve.

In a dirty glass.

- [Laughing]

- Let's get Mr. Bobo out here!

- [Laughing]

- Let's get Mr. Bobo out here!

I'm lookin' for a Mr. Bobo

because I have, uh...

some money I, uh...

I wanna give him.

Tell me about Bobo.

I heard he was a

world-famous hairdresser.

Maybe this will

refreshen your memory.

Thank you.

Apparently Mr. Bobo

doesn't want this money.

Mr. Bobo!

You know, you can't have the money...

- 'til you tell me your name is Bobo.

- I'm Bobo.

- Good, 'cause I wanna talk to ya.

- Why?

[Devon] If I were you, I'd play dead.

Thanks. Ooh.

Well, I'm fine.

- Aah!

- [Laughing]

Ohh.

Don't hit her.

She's a woman.

Aah!

- Didn't hit her.

- Aah!

[Indistinct Shouting]

[Laughing] All right, kill 'im!

Aah!

- You're mine!

- I don't think so!

- Uhh!

- Yes!

Get over here!

Aaaaah! Aaah!

Aaaaaah! Aaaah!

- Oww!

- [Grunting, Shouting]

[Siren Wailing]

[Devon On P.A.]

This is the S.W.A.T. Team commander!

We have you surrounded!

Throw down your weapons!

- The police are here!

- [Motorcycle Engines Starting]

[Devon]

Was that a good place to hit a guy?

A guy that big, that's

the only place you hit him!

What'd you call for help for?

I was doin' fine!

It didn't look like it to me.

- He's headin' for the bridge!

- I can see that!

- You're losing him!

- Shut up!

- Oh, say, can you see by...

- What are you doing?

When I'm scared, I sing.

Do you mind?

[Warning Bell Rings]

Oh, say, can you see by

the dawn's early light

- What so prou...

- Eee!

I coulda made it!

Maybe.

Now you can call for backup.

- I don't think I can do that.

- Why?

'Cause I think I'm sick.

[Dispatcher On Radio]

What's your 10-20, McKenna?

We're perpendicular.

Hey, kid!

Please don't leave me

My life would be still

Doo-ooh-ooh

Wah-ooh

Devon!

You guys seen

a little kid around here?

Doo-ooh-ooh

Wah

- Hey, Nick!

- Doo

Ooh-ooh

- Where the hell have you been?

- I wanted to surprise you.

Glazed or chocolate?

People are trying to kill you!

Are you some kind

of bonehead or what?

I'm not, and you don't have to yell!

I can't handle this anymore!

I cannot handle it anymore.

Pick a city!

Cincinnati! Cleveland!

Take you and your grandmother!

- You go there, I'll pay for it!

- You call this being a father?

I'm not your father.

- I'm not your partner either!

- Fine!

I don't want you to be my father!

I don't want you to be my partner!

I don't want you to be anything!

- I'm gonna handle things myself!

- Ah, Devon.

Devon!

Come back over here!

Will you come...

Devon!

I'm on official police business.

- Just come with us.

- Quietly.

- Aah!

- Back off! I'm only gonna count to one.

- Shut up, man. Just shut up!

- Oh, don't you wish!

Hey, let me go!

Another shrimp bites the dust!

[Laughing]

- [School Bell Rings]

- First we're gonna break your arms!

Then we're gonna break your

ugly little face. [Laughing]

[indistinct Yelling]

- Sit down, you little crud!

- Hey, there's a fight over there!

There's a fight over there!

- It's wedgie time!

- Put me down!

- Watch and learn, kiddies!

- [Laughing]

- Let me down!

- Hey, how does that sand taste, huh?

- [Laughing] I love it!

- Put me down, you jerk!

- Time to kick your ass.

- I don't think so!

- Ohh!

- [Cheering]

- Ohh!

- You're dead, you little puke!

- Uhh!

- Get off me!

[Cheering]

- Get off me, man!

- Come on! Get him!

- Got you! [Laughing]

- Ahh!

- You're dead!

- You little puke!

- Aah!

- [Grunting] Aah!

[Cheering]

- Let us go...

- Or you're dead, you little creep!

If you can't do the time,

don't do the crime.

I'm Detective Butler,

and you two zit farms

are under arrest.

- Devon, come on.

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