Rookie Bob:
This is car nineteen! Do you hear me, Clyde?
Clyde:
[over speaker]
Ten-four.
Rookie Bob:
I think it's them! It's a boy and a girl and they're in an orange buggy. They're heading across open country towards county park. I'm going to check them out.
Clyde:
Roger, nineteen, I'll get some assistance out there, right away.
Rookie Bob:
Damn it, Clyde, I don't need any assistance! This is my big chance to show 'ol Beer Gut what I can really do!
Sheriff C.W. Thurston:
This IS Beer Gut! You already got help, sonny boy! Now, if you foul up and lose them, it's your badge!
Rookie Bob:
Yes, sir.
Sheriff C.W. Thurston:
I'll block them off at Sycamore Road. There ain't no way they can get out.
Rookie Bob:
Yes, sir.
[to himself]
Rookie Bob:
I've been on this police force for almost a year and they still treat me like I was a rookie. I'll show them. I'm gonna catch that son of a bitch.
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