I got something special for you boys. A guy by the name of Getz, Leo Getz has been placed in protective custody. And you two guys are gonna babysit him until Washington sends out the feds.
How long?
Soon as all the red tape is processed. Couple, three days. This guy Getz is gonna testify before a commission of inquiry. Drugs, laundered money, et cetera, et cetera. This is not a shit assignment.
No, it isn't.
It is.
It isn't.
Captain, it's a shit assignment.
Shut up, the both of ya.
[Another cop comes in and hands the Captain a file.]
I guaranteed this guy's safety.
Why us?
Because you two are the most qualified for the job. And, after last night, you could use the break.
I can handle last night.
What are we supposed to do with him?
How the hell should I know? Take him to Disneyland.
Oh, this stinks. This stinks. This stinks!
I don't give a ****, Riggs. That's why I don't have an ulcer, because I know when to say, "I don't give a ****." Now here's where he's staying. It's a nice hotel; all the expenses are being picked up by the Justice Dept, so enjoy yourselves. :[They start to leave] And Riggs, one more thing!
[Tosses him a small 'no smoking' sign.]
You know what that says?
Yeah, yeah, same thing as that. [Points to the large 'no smoking' sign next to him on the door, smirking.] But I don't give a ****. [Throws the small placard back and walks out.]
You're lucky. I have to live with that.
