Miami Supercops

You could at least say hello to me.
I'm sorry.
I guess I don't know my own strength.

-I didn't mean to hurt you.
-Bill, looks like you found some company.

Friend, cut the sunshine. I'm a nightbird.
He's dead.
Dead? I'm innocent!
I wanna talk to my attorney!

Richie, get two ambulances.
One for the hospital, one for the morgue.

Com. Risner just won't get off my case.
The minute we heard Garret was in town,
we tried to pick him up.

-But we missed him. Result: Garret's dead.
-Yeah, I heard.

We at the Bureau
are taking an interest in the case.

Why don't you let me handle this thing?
I can't let Risner force me into retirement.

You know things haven't been going well
at the station with me lately.

Risner likes to remind me of that.
As far as I'm concerned,
you're welcome to work on the case.

As long as you don't get in the way
of my boys.

I want the Bureau to work on it,
but with the agents of my choice.

-Who do you have in mind?
-Doug Bennet and Steve Forrest.

I don't know the names.
They're with the New York office.
Class agents.

A long time ago, when I was up north,
they were on the police force with me.

To be exact,
they're the ones that caught Garret.

What do you want me to do?
Lend me Bennet and Forrest.
They can pass as city cops.

Can do. I'll call the New York office today.
Agent Bennet, the Chief wants you
in his office on the double.