TEXT: Sy: Hey, chief. What are you up to? Chief: Oh, man. I am getting the hell out of here just as fast as these crippled old legs can carry me. This is my day off, bitches! Whoo! Yeah. Sy: Yeah, I give her about an hour to figure out an excuse to get back in here. She hates leaving here, you know? Dori: Are you really asking if I know? Or is that just rhetorical? You don't give a rat's ass as to whether or not I know or don't know about how chief hates leaving this place! Damn you! Frankie: Come on. Take it easy, you mamaluke. [ Groans ] I need to check in. Dori: Ooh. We only treat children here. Vito: I don't see an issue here. This person's 5 years old. Sy: Yeah. Dori. Um, let's check in this child... This 5-year-old child who I'm sure has I.D. proving his age. Frankie: [ Groans ] Dori: Oh. I always have trouble guessing people's ages -- mostly with hilarious results. You'll see. Now, what seems to be the problem, young man? Frankie: I fell on a bullet. Dori: [ Chuckles ] Kids. Owen: Well, you're making real progress, Douglas. Tell me, does it hurt when I do this? [ Sternly ] You are worthless. Yes. That hurts. [ Knock on door ] Briggs: Did someone say they needed a hero or is that just the theme music that's always playing in my head? Owen: Detective Chance Briggs, you velvet, poker-playing bulldog -- What's my old partner doing here? Briggs: I got put on desk duty for losing my hearing. Owen: Since when is hearing important for a cop? Briggs: Since a juvie perp yelled "don't shoot" and I shot him. Owen: I can't believe they would strip Lt. Chance Briggs of his badge because he can't hear a little. Briggs:
SUMMARY:
Sy succumbs to pressure and allows a wounded Mafia kingpin to be admitted. Detective Briggs changes vocations. Chief has a day off.