The New Centurions Page #2

Yeah, you're jiving.

Your heart is hammering.

What's your real name?

Gandy. Woodrow Gandy.

Just like it say on that card.

Step over to the car.

Somebody wants to say hello.

Oh, man, this is a roust.

This is a humbug and a roust.

Wake her up.

Ma'am? Wake up, ma'am.

That's him. That's the one

got me in all of this trouble...

...telling me how easy

it was to make $ 10.

Hey, listen, Durand.

Do you mind if I ask you something?

Why did you come

with the department?

Eleven grand a year

and a chance to get out of East L.A.

- Get to some place like the Westside?

- That's right.

- Like Hollywood?

- Right.

Where you get all those actresses

and honey-blonds?

Right.

And here

they put you back in East L.A.

Right.

Thanks.

- Hey, Andy.

- What's up?

One thing I don't understand.

The guy we picked up...

...he wasn't wearing a red shirt.

Yeah, I felt a little bad about that.

Look at it this way. Maybe you'll catch

somebody with a red shirt tomorrow.

Come on. Come on, really.

Well, it wasn't green either,

it was a color that could be called red.

Especially if you're fuzzy drunk

like the old lady.

- Great burritos.

- Best in town.

But how'd you know

he was the right guy?

Well, this guy, Gandy,

was standing there...

...and, you know, a little too cool,

like he had nothing to hide.

I honestly don't know how I knew,

I just knew.

Take it from me, kid.

After 23 years, he can smell them.

- Instinct, huh?

- Well, I wouldn't say that in court.

Will you have trouble

with this in court?

- Probably might.

- Yeah...

- I'm sorry.

- No, go ahead.

We might, it depends on whether

or not the court feels...

...it was enough probable cause

to stop and detain the suspect.

Well, Roy's a very bright guy.

He's going to law school.

Right now?

Actually, I'm still in college.

I'm picking up

on a few prerequisites.

What are you wasting your time

being a cop for?

Well, it's like this, Whitey.

I'm interested in criminal law.

I'm in school, a wife and a kid,

I need the money.

So it's either this

or become a criminal.

Probably wind up being a judge.

You're not listening, Andy. He said

he didn't wanna be a criminal.

What about you, Beasley,

how many kids you got?

- Three.

- Three?

What do you do in your spare time?

Go to medical school?

No, I just hope I can do this job.

I mean,

I only wanna be a good policeman.

That's all. I...

Okay, all you late-nighters.

That was a triple play

for your musical enjoyment.

It's the early morning sound

of KGG Y.

Two-twenty-two in the a.m.,

and it's too late, baby.

- Hi, gang.

- Hi.

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Who's the artist?

Rebecca did the artwork

and I did the copy.

- Well, it's a masterpiece.

- Yeah, that's what I...

Hey, muffin.

Hi.

She's so tired.

She waited up till midnight

to surprise you.

Couldn't stay up quite this late.

Oh, I didn't realize it was so late.

I should have called.

Did anything go wrong?

No, we just got rapping.

Shop talk.

I wanna hear all about it.

She's got to go to bed.

Come on, love.

Bedtime for you.

Oh, sleepy girl.

Come on, Daddy put you to bed.

Okay, little girl.

Thank you for that beautiful picture.

Good night.

Sweet dreams.

Who's your partner?

Oh, Kilvinski.

If you like him,

let's have him over to dinner.

Sure.

- Is he married?

- Divorced.

Then he'd probably appreciate

a home-cooked meal, huh?

Sure.

Oh, Roy,

I wish you could have seen Becky.

She was trying so hard

to stay awake.

I must have told her about 13 stories

trying to keep her up.

She wanted nothing more

than to see your face...

...when you walked through

that door and looked at that picture.

One day down here

is like 10 in the other divisions.

You'll be a veteran

by the time your year is up.

Pimping is profitable.

That's why it's not legalized.

Too much profit and no overhead.

Pimps would control

the economy in no time.

What are we doing

in the whore wagon?

Why arrest them?

For cruising the streets,

for being whores?

No crime in that.

Make arrest that will stick,

that's the tough part.

Unless you don't mind

perjuring yourself in court.

I knew a whore,

had 73 prior arrests.

Most she got was six months

on two separate occasions.

So, what's the answer?

We're left with only one weapon

with which to safeguard society.

Kilvinski's law.

I might have known.

Kilvinski's law states:

Give them one pass

down Western Avenue...

...just to show them

the wagon's out.

If they don't run for cover,

pick them up, run them around...

...and generally bust up

their evening.

It's as illegal as hell, but it works.

Okay, let's take those three.

Good evening, ladies.

Sh*t, Kilvinski,

you always pick on me.

Oh, hi there.

Hi there.

- Give me a lift, honey.

- Certainly.

Just grab a handful and push.

Keep your hands off of me.

Come on, Martha.

You're holding up the parade.

Officer Fehler, would you kindly escort

the young lady to her seat?

Come and get it, honky.

Come on, Martha, take it easy.

- I gotta take you in.

- Why?

Well, Martha,

you're the prettiest girl on the block.

Sh*t.

Got two more of them for you, Andy.

All right, let's go.

Yeah, you blue-eyed devil,

you ought to make sergeant for this.

He doesn't like you, Bethel.

Nobody likes this devil.

He don't know how to talk to a woman.

I don't see any women,

just two whores.

Your wife's a whore, bastard.

She screws for peanuts.

I gets $60 every day.

Get in the wagon, b*tch.

You ain't gonna get away with

pushing me around, you hear me?

We're gonna fix

your white ass one day.

All right, Alice,

you've played your scene.

Now lay it in the wagon

like the sweet child you are.

That sucker, he don't know

how to talk right to nobody.

He thinks everybody is dogs.

Well, we is motherfucking ladies.

Hey, Kilvinski,

you all need some pillows back here.

This is terribly bumpy.

Your pillow's built in, baby.

Hey, silver hair, how about

letting us out over on Vermont?

I need to make me

some coins tonight.

Kilvinski's got soul.

He get us some Scotch

and milk if we ask him pretty.

You got soul, ain't you,

Mr. Kilvinski?

Baby, I got more soul

than I can control.

All right, ladies,

here comes the delivery man.

Here's the Scotch.

And your change

is in this bag with the milk.

Want a drink, Kilvinski?

You know we can't drink on duty.

I know something

we can do on duty.

And the sergeant

won't smell it on your breath.

I'm too old for you young ladies.

Hey, Kilvinski, gal like me

can make you young again...

...you beautiful honky devil.

- Count your stars, baby.

- Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute. I got one.

Let her tell it. Let her tell it.

- Wait, wait, wait.

- Let her tell it.

This one trick picks me up one night

over on 28th and Western...

...and drives me out clear

to Beverly Hills.

- Beverly Hills?

- That's right.

And gives me a hundred bucks.

- Shut up.

- What?

- I don't believe it.

- Hundred bucks?

And then that bastard had me cut

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