The New Centurions Page #6

Well, if you wanna swish a little,

go ahead, swish.

Oh, come on, come on,

that's entrapment.

I'll worry about the law.

You just do the job

you're being paid to do.

Yeah, well,

I'm not being paid to swish.

I'm going to ignore that statement,

Fehler.

Now, you won't have any trouble

recognizing him.

Six-foot-six, all muscle.

He's a lumberjack from Oregon.

Comes down here

to get his rocks off.

Oh, man, this is a shitty

and degrading job.

Somebody's got to do it.

But as far as I'm concerned, you

don't have to let him feel your joint.

If it looks like he's making a move

to honk you, you just grab his hand.

Then he's under arrest.

- Okay, Fehler?

- Thanks, sergeant.

All right. Get out there.

Don't forget to swish.

It's a lovely evening, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

The moon is beautiful.

I like to watch the ripples.

Don't you?

I don't really think about it too much.

All right, that's it!

Come on, boys. Go get him.

Get him.

I got him. I got...

Don't let him get away.

Help! Police!

Police!

Help!

Roy?

Dorothy?

What are you doing here?

When did you get home?

A little while ago.

What a nice surprise.

- Is Becky asleep?

- No.

Becky stayed in San Francisco

with Mother.

Hi.

I wasn't expecting you

till the weekend.

I'm glad to see you, though.

Boy, did we have a night. Jesus.

A bunch of us went down

to MacArthur Park to bust fruits.

And what happened?

Well, we staked the joint out...

...we ended up wrestling in the lake

with some poor fruit.

I mean, it really bothered me.

Here I am, a grown man.

I'm supposed

to be protecting society.

And I feel like I'm more depraved

than that poor guy.

I don't know.

It just disturbed me, that's all.

Roy, I'm leaving you.

You're what?

When did you decide this?

I don't know.

It's been coming on a long time,

I guess.

I guess after Kilvinski retired...

...and you decided to stay on

and go on to Vice.

I guess that's what did it.

Yeah, but, Dorothy, I'm...

I hate this assignment.

- I'm not gonna be doing this forever.

- It doesn't matter.

It doesn't have anything to do

with that.

And it has nothing to do with your

being a policeman anymore.

And it's not because I'm a girl

who doesn't like to be alone...

...or because I worry about you.

I stopped worrying about you

months ago.

I learned months ago

to go to bed by myself.

It's none of those

dumb clich reasons, Roy.

Then what is it?

I just don't care anymore.

Why?

Oh, Roy.

What about Becky?

What about her?

I'm her father. You're taking

my daughter away from me.

I can't help that.

Hey, Dorothy, you're taking

my daughter away from me.

No. You've done that, Roy.

You risked too much, Roy.

Your health, your life, your family.

For what? To keep some psychotic kid

from holding up a liquor store?

I don't understand that, Roy.

I grew up in a house

where those you love come first.

You and Kilvinski,

you're two of a kind.

Only the sad thing is that you could

have been something better.

- Goodbye, Roy.

- Wait a minute.

Before you go,

I'd just like to ask you something.

In all the time we were together,

did you ever say:

"Whatever you wanna do, Roy,

I'll back you up.

I'll see it through, no matter what."

You know, when I quit school...

...you gave me the feeling

that I cheated you.

It was like

I'd deprived you of something more.

That my being a policeman

wasn't good enough.

Well, that's what I am.

But you want something more.

You don't want me.

So go on, fly home to Mother.

If it brings you any comfort,

let's leave it that way.

I let you down.

I'm not letting Becky go.

Dorothy, do you hear me?

I'm not letting her go!

Get a haircut.

- Been eating at Fat Jacks' again?

- That's right, sergeant.

The top stains above the tie bar

look like chicken gumbo.

What are the others,

barbeque sauce?

With green pepper, sir.

When do you change the oil

on this tie?

Every 10,000 miles, sergeant.

All right, let's get out in the street.

Dismissed.

Yes, sir, what can we do for you?

- I used to work in this division.

- Hang on.

Yeah?

Great.

Well, what can I do for you?

My name's Kilvinski. L...

Now that's what I call

one hell of a guy.

Comes all the way from Florida

just to give old Marty a cupie doll.

What are you doing here?

- What are you doing around here?

- I'm just checking up on you.

His daughter kicked him

out of Florida.

- They got a small house.

- Where can we reach you?

- I'll be around. I'll look for work.

- You shouldn't have trouble.

- Andy.

- Hey, Roy.

- Hey, we gotta go.

- Okay.

- Nice seeing you.

- Stop in again.

- All right.

- Good to see you.

Johnson, this is the guy

I was telling you about.

Kilvinski.

He used to own this division.

- How do you do?

- Fine.

- I'll see you out at the car.

- Okay.

Come on, walk me out.

Good to see you.

- Yes.

- When did you get here?

- Can we get together later on?

- Wait.

- What the...?

- How's Florida?

With those three grandchildren

and that little house...

...I think I was better off

in the street.

This is for Becky.

Oh, thanks, Andy. I'll send it to her.

She's up in San Francisco

with her mother.

Well, what else is new?

Well, I'm off Vice.

That's always good to hear.

Dorothy's divorcing me.

- Oh, for sure?

- Yeah, for sure.

She met some realtor in Sausalito.

He's a nice guy, apparently.

Owns a helicopter.

- Gee, it's good to see you, Andy.

- You too.

You won't believe this town,

how it's changed.

I'll bet.

I'll have to show you around.

Have to get together, you free?

- Hell, yes.

- Good.

Where can I reach you?

Well, I'll leave my number

at the desk.

Okay, I'll give you a call.

- Andy?

- Yeah?

Nothing. I'll talk to you.

Roy? Andy.

Did I wake you?

Oh, gee, I didn't mean to wake you.

I'm sorry.

Fine, fine, fine.

Sorry I woke you.

I didn't mean to wake you.

Hell, no. I'm not drunk.

I repeat myself all the time

without any help at all.

You'll do it next year,

you wait and see.

Listen...

What are you doing?

No, I mean tomorrow.

Besides that.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Well...

Give Becky my love, huh?

Yeah.

Listen, wait a second, will you?

Did I ever tell you

about the old guy on the porch...

...who used to sit in the wicker chair

and would call the station every week?

Yeah, and he'd always say

the same thing, see.

He'd say, "I just come home

and there's a man in the house.

And I don't know him and he's just

staring at me out here, you know...

...and I was inside and I got scared

I run out on the porch...

...and I called you,

and he's still here.

He's just sitting in there rocking.

Lord, I think he's a crazy man."

And I'd come over, you know...

...and I'd go in the house, of course

the house was empty, right?

And I'd wait a few minutes,

and I'd say:

"All right, now you get out of here.

And don't come back."

And then I'd go to the back door.

I'd slam it real hard

and make a lot of noise.

Then I'd come out to the porch,

I'd say:

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