28 Retired aka Jim Bradley J

I'll tell it on. It's on special duty tonight at the Ritz Hotel.

Police headquarters. I see this girl who got you working on tonight too. Oh, hello, hello. How's the boy? Okay, Lieutenant, how's he down at the water? Oh, about the same, huh? How's it with you?

Oh, I know he's holding a big job at the same time. And I'd rather be back on a riot squad. I don't have to have a seven on this job before. I'll make the commission put me back on an old job again.

You soon get your fill of it. This is your speed, Tim. You're a big deal. What's in for a jewel snatch of the small party? Oh, yeah? Come on, Tim. What's the matter? Nothing except the hotels.

There's a room around the fair. Keep my eyes open. So none of these girls don't do their sparklers. This guy, Van de Grish, comes up to me and says, Hey, help. It's supposed to stay in over by the door.

I can see what burns up, Tim. I ain't got no use for guys like that. They're living on his right money. Now what are you doing here tonight, Lieutenant? This is the guy with the Commissioner of the Stapaloon and requested someone from the Detective Bureau over the part of the evening.

After this he wasn't impressed by the whole production. I remember seeing the day I couldn't handle something. It'd take Taney, you punk fan. Take care of it. Hey, where's those cream spots? Oh, over there at the pond.

Hey, what's up with you? What's up with you? What's up with you? What happened over here? My wife is stainted in. What was it? A stream. I don't know. I was... I'm not. Perhaps you got...