Dragnet Page #8

- Move it!

- Go! Go! Go! Go!

What the... Cops! Break out the weapons!

Break out the masks!

We're pinned down.

Hold your positions!

All right, boys, let's do it!

Thank God, it's Friday!

Hey, everybody, it's me, Pep.

Good to see ya!

So long, hotshot.

Muzz, you weren't even born

with the sense God gave the common dog.

Don't you realize that's my partner?

Ha-ha!

Thanks, partner.

Read him his rights, Pep.

"Pep"?

You hear that, Emil?

He called me Pep.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right

to remain silent...

You know these words.

Come on. Sing along.

Anything you say can be used

against you in a court of law

You got a lifetime subscription

to Bait, Dollies and Field and Cream.

You saved my house, my gals, my life.

I'll give you anything you want.

Money, broads, automobiles.

Anything! Just name it.

How 'bout takin'

your hands off my suit?

Absolutely.

Joe, Jerry, Dona! Ava!

Whirley's headed to Mexico

in his private jet.

He's got Connie. Let's move it.

- Who's Connie?

- I don't know.

- Wasn't she...

- Never mind. You hungry?

- Yeah.

- Let's eat.

Friday, Streebek, good work.

I'll expect a full report.

Sure thing. If you'll excuse us,

we have a fugitive to apprehend.

Wait a minute. I can't let you take

a civilian with you on a hot pursuit.

- But, Captain, please.

- Sorry, Joe.

You're gonna need this.

I didn't have the heart to turn it in.

Yes, sir.

Don't just stand there, you petrified

monolith of legal propriety!

Let's move! I'll drive.

You seem to be suffering

from selective amnesia.

I outrank you. I'll drive.

Be careful. This is a dangerous road.

When are you worried about my driving,

Mr l-Like-Life-In-The-Fast-Lane?

- You just flew through a stop sign!

- It felt good.

Look out for that bump!

Don't you remember those films

they showed us in high school?

- Red Asphalt. Blood on the Highway.

- You picked two of my favourites.

Jonathan.

I just heard on the police radio

they've stormed the mansion.

They know everything. It's all over.

We're finished.

Oh. The girl's aboard, of course?

Yes, but we might as well let her go.

There's no point in keeping her.

You're absolutely right.

Watch for the police.

I'll untie her.

Be calm.

Calm. Police.

Jonathan?

All buckled up? Good.

You freak!

- Ah! Freak.

- Don't worry, my dear.

You'll get used to me in time.

Jonathan, I think maybe...

Oh, my God!

Jonathan!

Oh, my God! Jonathan!

Jonathan!

Come on, Joe. Slow down!

What happened to those regulations

on high-speed pursuits?

- I thought you were safety-conscious.

- Close your eyes and think of Christmas.

Think of Christmas?

Good King Wenceslaus looked out

on the feast of Stephen

And the snow lay round about

Deep and crisp and even

Brightly shone the moon that night

though the frost was cruel

When the poor man came in sight...

Try "Silent Night."

- He's gone. Let's go home.

- No, the runway.

We lost them.

I have eyes.

Streebek was right.

We had lost them.

Hi, Connie.

Oh, Joe! I'm so proud.

What a collar, Joe!

I'm so happy for us. Connie.

Streebek, isn't there anything

job-related you should be doing now?

No, nothing.

I could return our rent-a-wreck...

and maybe file a report.

Good...

because I have a whole lifetime

to catch up on.

On February 21, a trial was held

in Superior Court...

in and for the County of Los Angeles.

The Reverend Jonathan Whirley

was found guilty...

on two counts of attempted murder...

kidnapping, arson,

obstruction of justice...

and tampering

with public utilities.

He is presently in the men's

correction facility at Chino...

serving 43 consecutive

which makes him eligible for parole

in seven years.

Monday, January 12, 8:43 a.m.

As for Streebek and me, we're back

on day watch at Robbery-Homicide...

where he still exhibits a blatant

disregard for departmental procedure.

But I am somehow managing to keep this

in its proper perspective.

Goodbye, Pep.

Will you be coming over later?

Yeah, I have to.

I'm wearing your underwear.

Late night last night, partner?

I thought the Christian Science

Reading Room closed at 10:00?

Not that it's any of your business,

Mr National Enquirer...

but I had the pleasure of spending the

evening in the company of Connie Swail.

Wait a minute. Connie Swail?

Don't you mean

the virgin Connie Swail?

This is the city.

It's a city of crime.

My name is Friday.

I carry a badge.

It was chilly that morning

in the City of Angels.

On this occasion, we witnessed

a Pagan ritual in progress.

See that, Streebek

We're just in time

We have stumbled

into a major crime

They got the girl all frightened

Now that's not nice

I think she is the subject

of a sacrifice

Buddy, we're puttin'

this party on ice

But first you know we really

oughta read 'em their rights

Read 'em their rights

Read 'em their rights

Well, I'm here tonight

to rap about your rights

'Cause right now you're in trouble

Don't have to say nothin' at all

You all got two calls

And you better make 'em

on the double

This is the city of crime

Don't step outta line

This is the city of crime

You better be clean

You're a dangerous mob

And it is our job

To bust you all

for being violent

While we are here

let's state it clear

You have the right to remain silent

Well, excuse me, Copper

Mr Crime-Stopper

What is wrong

with what we're doin'

We just like to dance

in our goatskin pants

Around this ancient ruin

Now it's not so funny

that it cost big money

If you ever have to hire a lawyer

It's my duty to inform you

and my pleasure to warn you

We'll provide one for ya

Huh!

This is the city of crime

Don't step outta line

This is the city of crime

You're lookin' at 7 to 9

Now you know what you've been doing

is a serious crime

And you'll probably be doin'

some serious time

In case you might be worried

about the friends you'll lose

At least they get to see you

on the evening news

It's a new sensation

We go down to the station

You're gonna answer some questions

And have some refreshments

What is your full name?

Well, excuse me

Excuse me

Don't use, abuse or refuse me

It's no joke

I'm broke

But my rights I can and will invoke

I'm homely and I'm Ionely

But the state cannot disown me

It ain't funny

I might want money

To take home to my honey

This is the city of crime

Don't step outta line

This is the city of crime

Where an honest man is hard to find

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