Lt. Herschel:
I don't believe it. Two homicides last night, a million dollars worth of smack in the area and you can't find anything on them.
Sgt. Murphy:
Lieutenant, we searched that car from top to bottom. They're clean!
Lt. Herschel:
I don't believe it. We've got Lonigan right here in the station. Lonigan, who would tear the hands of a baby for a few bucks. Tony, I don't give a shit about, since he's only the faggot in the lot.
Sgt. Murphy:
Lieutenant, what do you want us to do? We held them over twenty-four hours. We've got to let 'em go.
Lt. Herschel:
All right.
[walks over to Lonigan and Tony]
Lt. Herschel:
Well, unfortunately, you two are free to go.
Lonigan:
Lt. Herschel, if you're the fair man I think you are, you owe myself and my associate here an apology.
Lt. Herschel:
Lonigan, old buddy, let me tell you something. A little number down in the alley last night has your name written all over it. Now, I don't know where you ditched the stuff, but you're lucky you came clean because if my boys found so much as a pocketknife, you and Greaseball would be our permanent guests in the big house.
Lonigan:
[laughing hysterically]
Yeah! The big house? How about Little House on the Prairie? We even got a Kojak in here!
Lt. Herschel:
Get out of here, Lonigan. Take Scumbag with you.
Tony:
[offended]
Hey, look...
Lonigan:
Icy calm. Icy calm. Bye!
[Lonigan is still laughing when he and Tony leave]
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