The New Centurions Page #4

And there's two

other incompletes here.

That's all right,

I'm not worried about it. I'll finish them.

Finish them?

You never even started them.

As far as law school goes,

you'll never get there.

I will, Dorothy,

as soon as I get off the night watch.

It isn't the night watch.

The night watch.

Come on, Becky.

Hey, Dorothy, what is it with you?

You have been hounding me

all morning.

What is it?

You're just having a wonderful time.

You like it. You like being a cop.

Of course I do. It doesn't mean

I'm not working my ass off.

I don't give a damn. You like it.

And I don't wanna spend

the rest of my life being a cop's wife.

Then you'd better get married

to somebody else.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Come on, Becky.

Listen, will you do me one favor?

Tell that $ 18-an-hour a**hole to stop

before he breaks the house down.

Why don't you bust him

for disturbing the peace? Becky.

I'm sorry.

I know it's dumb, but I'm scared.

It's not like you can't get hurt

as a cop.

And I miss you.

I don't see you, you know?

It's dumb, but I miss you

and Becky misses you.

I guess I just feel I don't have enough

attention paid to me, and I get hurt.

Come here.

I know.

I know.

Your driver's license, please?

Now, you're going to try

and say I ran a red light, huh?

- Three-eight-13.

- Light was yellow when I went through.

Request wanted warrant information

on California license plates.

Step over here, please.

Sixty-two-40...

Just got to get your quota,

don't you, man?

No, as a matter of fact,

they passed a new law recently.

I can write as many of these

as I want to now.

Just any n*gger would do, wouldn't it?

That's it, ain't it?

And I just happened to be

the one you picked, huh?

This guy's got six warrants out on him,

all moving violations.

- Can you sign this, please?

- I ain't signing that.

All right, you don't have to sign it,

but I want you to get in that patrol car.

If you want to,

you can lock your truck.

- Ain't going.

- I don't think you understand.

- You're under arrest.

- No, you don't understand.

I ain't going nowhere.

Three-A-13, 3-A-13,

requesting an ambulance.

137 South San Pedro.

- Over.

- What's he doing?

- What you doing?

- Calling an ambulance.

There's no accident around here.

I know, but there's gonna be

if you don't get in that patrol car.

I guess I'm getting in the car.

Nine-eight-45, 9-eight-45.

Code 15.

Nine-0-three, roger.

Four-eight-five, four-eight-five,

see the man. Four-eight-five.

Seventy-nine...

You better cancel that ambulance,

Roy.

I never called an ambulance.

You mean you were bluffing?

That's right.

First time I ever laughed

on the way to jail.

When that guy thought

I called an ambulance...

...he got so unglued

he didn't even know what to say.

To tell you the truth, neither did I.

Well, don't worry about it. I won't tell

anybody else, not even Whitey.

How about if I buy you

a cup of coffee, smart-ass?

All right.

You know, I love it.

I really love it in the streets.

I don't think

I love anything else so much.

I know.

Oh, hey.

A picture of my newest grandchild.

Yeah, she's a beauty.

When I retire next year,

I'm gonna live with my daughter.

Hey, how about Mabel's?

It's a new doughnut shop.

I hear their coffee's so bad you can

pour it in your battery.

But it's free, and so is the doughnut.

- You look in that liquor store?

- No, why?

Nobody behind the counter.

- Maybe they're in the back room.

- Maybe.

Let's take a look, anyway.

I'll take the back.

You request help and cover the front.

Right.

Three-A-13.

Officers need help.

One-one-three and Western.

Two-11 in progress, over.

Oh, my God.

Get this car the hell out of here.

I'll get an ambulance.

Dr. Taylor, Dr. David Taylor...

Andy, have you ever been shot?

No, not even nicked.

I wonder if I could take it.

What?

What Roy's going through.

They say a stomach wound

is the most painful of anything.

Well, if it hurts, it hurts,

whether you can take it or not.

Dr. Browne, Dr. Ross Browne...

Yeah.

Except somebody fired point-blank

at him and it almost cut him in two.

It's like dying without dying.

Roy's got to be different now,

doesn't he?

Yes, I suppose he does at that.

When do you think

we'll be able to see him?

Well, he's been out of intensive care

about seven and a half hours now.

I guess

he's still a little dopey, though.

Dr. Dunnavan,

Dr. Andrew Dunnavan.

I know, I know.

He's gonna be fine.

Yes, this time.

Four, five weeks,

he'll be out of here.

Few months of light duty,

and then...

Yes, then what?

Back in the streets.

Walking around like a target.

You mustn't look at it that way.

Oh, how should I look at it?

Tell me, how did your wife look at it?

- We had other problems.

- Who cares if he gets killed?

You think people care?

People don't care.

Just another cop

as far as they're concerned.

And it's going to get worse,

not better.

Oh, Andy, help me.

He listens to you.

Tell him he's got to quit.

I can't.

He's his own man.

He's doing what he wants to do.

And I want you to go home

and get some rest and stop thinking.

Mr. Kilvinski, you can go in now.

Dr. Carmen, Dr. Kenneth Carmen.

Dr. Carmen.

Hi, partner.

Hey, Andy.

You need anything from the nurse?

Gus and everybody

wants to see you.

I don't wanna see anybody.

Not yet.

I feel so dumb.

I don't wanna see anybody.

I really don't.

Okay, partner, okay.

- Oh, Christ.

- You want me to get the doctor?

Oh, no.

They gave me all they could give me.

God, it just keeps tightening.

Tightening.

I feel like I'm glued together.

Are you the one who called?

The bastards threatened

to shoot me.

- Who?

- Damn wetbacks.

They're two months behind

in their rent.

I've tried to be patient.

A man has got expenses. You think

my creditors are gonna wait?

- They pull a gun on you?

- Just like them.

Well, we can't evict,

but we can investigate a gun charge.

- What apartment are they in?

- Upstairs, in the back.

You talk to them.

Tell them to pay up

or you'll throw them the hell out.

- What's he say?

- They don't have a gun.

And even if they did, they wouldn't

use it for a stupid thing like this.

Ask them about the rent

and let's get out of here.

He's got last month's receipt.

So the landlord is lying.

They're not two months behind.

Only 10 days.

They lost their jobs,

but they're starting new ones.

And they'll be able to pay him

next week.

Well, the man says they're wetbacks.

Is that true?

How much does he charge them

to live here?

Fifty dollars each, for the month.

Each?

Fifty each for this?

You son of a b*tch.

- Goddamned extortionist.

- Sarge.

I'll sue you. I'll sue the city.

- Three hundred bucks a month?

- I'm a taxpayer.

I'll have your ass for this.

I'll get them spics deported. I'll call

lmmigration. I know where they work.

- I'll call their boss.

- You'll do nothing.

They're wetbacks.

They're here illegally.

But they're breaking their asses

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